#he is perfect in them 🥲 whether having them or on him

[ruporas]

right by you (id in alt)

[haartemis]

BIG EGO | Kylian Mbappé

pairing: kylian mbappe x fem!reader

word count: 2.5k

summary: people say you and kylian are the perfect match; both of you confident, unstoppable, and drawn to each other like magnets. when one evening you loyally defend him against snarky online critics, kylian shows his appreciation by proving once again that while his ego might be big, there’s something else of his that's even bigger...

warnings: smut!!! its all smut

a/n: this song feels like kylian so much lol, i figured i had to write something based on it. writing smut is still so hard *no pun intended* 🥲 feedback is welcome

you know kylian better than anyone else.

he’s kind, funny, smart, but above all, he’s confident. he doesn’t downplay his talent or pretend not to notice the greatness everyone else sees in him. instead, he’s matter of fact about it, and you find that quality of his charming, magnetic, and infuriatingly sexy. why?because you’re the same.

you know your worth. why move through the world being fake humble? you’re aware of who you are, what you’re capable of, and you don’t see the point in pretending otherwise. there’s no reward in dimming your light to make others feel comfortable. it’s not arrogance; it’s confidence. but for many men, especially those you were romantically involved with in the past, your confidence often intimidated them, and they ran away.

not kylian, though.

when you first met him, a meddling stranger had warned with fake concern that kylian was 'too full of himself' and therefore bad news. yet from the very first conversation it was like seeing yourself reflected in someone else. the same drive to succeed in your careers, the same unwavering self assurance. where others saw you as a threat, he saw you as an equal partner, and he didn’t shrink away from you. instead, he was drawn to you, like a moth to a flame. or more accurately, like fire meeting fire. together, you bring out the best in each other.

"what a beautiful couple!' people usually exclaim at weddings, birthday parties, or any social gathering. they admire the way you hold yourselves, the way your personalities mesh in such a perfect way. you understand why it works: you see the best in yourselves, and you see it in each other too. and sometimes you play up the cockiness people project onto you two, just cuz it's fun. especially in the bedroom, when its just you two and you can bask in each other's love.

but sometimes, that projection can get under your skin. tonight is one of those nights.

you’ve just gotten back home after an evening game at the bernabeu, a game the team won. it feels like he’s hitting his stride again, growing sharper and more confident in the white shirt he’s always dreamed of wearing. he scored a nice goal, yet the trolls online still seem determined to tear him down.

kylian has never really minded it. whether praise or criticism, he’s used to people talking about him. he knows football fans can be fickle and reactionary, so he usually doesn't put much weight onto whatever they say. in fact, he makes a point to stay offline most of the time, to disconnect from the craziness of twitter. but you? you're very online, and sometimes you can’t help but want to bite back on his behalf.

you’re scrolling through your twitter timeline, sitting on your bed waiting for kylian to come to bed so you can call it a night, when one tweet catches your eye: “the dictator is destroying the locker room”

you roll your eyes. you scroll down and find another: “he’s so arrogant, always calling himself one of the best players in the world”

the audacity.

before you can think twice, your fingers are already typing away. “he talks like this cuz he can back it up!” you hit send, satisfaction coursing through you at having shut up one more idiot spewing nonsense on the internet.

“what are you doing?” kylian’s voice pulls you back to reality.

you glance up, and your breath hitches. he’s leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed, having just emerged from the walk-in closet wearing his usual bedtime attire: absolutely nothing but a pair of tight black boxers. your gaze involuntarily slides over the sharp planes of his abs, to his bulging crotch where you can see a hint of a curve beneath the waistband, then finally to his powerful, sculpted thighs. you swallow hard at the sight.

“nothing” you say, a little too quickly.

his eyebrows lift, and he steps closer before sitting down on the bed beside you, taking the phone from your hands. his eyes scan the screen, and his smirk widens. “defending my honor online huh?”

you fold your arms, suddenly defensive. “they were saying ridiculous things and you’re too chill about it”

he shakes his head, chuckling softly. “ma chérie, people have been talking about me for years. i don’t care what they say. why do you?”

“because you deserve better” you say, your voice firm. “they act like it’s a crime that you're confident. it pisses me off”

his expression softens. he cups your face, his thumb brushing lightly against your cheek. “i don’t need anyone to fight my battles” he says, his voice low. “but it’s cute that you want to”

you glare at him half heartedly. “i’m not cute. i’m right”

“you’re both” he says, leaning his head in the crook of your neck. “and just so you know, i love that you’re always in my corner. i think it's really hot”

he presses his lips to the soft curve of your neck, breathing you in before pressing slow kisses, lips dragging a trail of shivers in their wake. his fingers find the thin strap of your camisole, sliding it down your shoulder as his hands begin to roam from your shoulders to your waist, before tracing the curve of your hips and gliding over your thighs.

then his lips move to yours, his tongue slipping past your lips with ease. your hands move instinctively, one cradling the back of his head, while the other grazes the nape of his neck with your nails. you know exactly what that does to him, the way it sends a shiver rippling through his body. his sharp inhale against your mouth tells you you’ve hit your mark, and it only encourages you, pulling him closer as the kiss grows even more heated.

“that skirt you wore tonight…” he murmurs against your lips, his hands slipping under the hem of your pajama shorts and gripping your upper thighs. “you knew what you were doing, didn’t you? showing off these legs. in the tunnel when you were waiting for me, all the guys there were staring at you”

you break the kiss. “jealous?”

“no" he says calmly. “there’s no one better than me"

you know he means it. and it turns you on.

he continues, “they can try, but they’ll never make your head turn, because no one compares to me”

your hand wanders to his bulge, and you hear his breath hitch as you rub him through his boxers.

“such a huge ego” you tease.

he just shrugs in response, a proud smirk playing on his face. the same smirk he has in press conferences when he’s outsmarted a slick journalist fishing for a soundbite to twist out of context.

you lick the palm of your hand and slide it inside his boxers, eagerly pulling him out. his hips involuntarily jerk at the contact, and you smirk. you swipe your fingers over the fat, swollen head, admiring the sight of what's in your hand. he’s so warm, so so hard, so smooth. and all yours to play with.

“y/n” his voice comes out rugged. “fuck that’s good”

you like watching all of his control dissolve. love replacing that smirk on his face with an agonized look.

“tell me what else is good” you murmur as you slowly stroke him, tightening your grip.

kylian groans, his head tipping back. 

“being inside you. that’s the best” he breathes, his voice rough with desire. “but you already know that”

your smirk widens as you lean closer to him. “i do” you tease, your lips brushing against his ear. your tongue peeks out and sensually drags over his lobe before you bite it, eliciting a breathy sigh from him. “but I like hearing you say it”

you keep stroking him, and the faster you jerk his dick, the more he falls apart. soon he’s moaning, catching your wrist with one strong hand, begging you, “no more. don’t make me come before i get inside you”

you pout before slowing your movements, running your thumb over one thick vein running up the length of him. 

“y/n” he groans, his hips jerking once again. unable to resist, you press a chaste kiss to the place where the vein meets the head. your mouth is watering for him.

but just as you're about to get down on your knees so you can finally put him in your mouth, he suddenly moves, his hands slipping under your thighs to lift you effortlessly and laying you back against the bed. his body hovers over yours, and his gaze locks onto yours, intense and dark with arousal. 

“i was about to suck you off” you whine. 

he grins. "you'll get to, any time you want. its all yours. but i want to taste you tonight"

his mouth moves to your neck, his lips brushing softly before his teeth scrape against your skin. you let out a contented sigh, his words making you very excited for what's to come.

his hands slide under your camisole, pushing it up and over your head in one fluid motion. the cool air meets your heated skin, and his eyes lazily glide over your naked form. he tweaks one nipple, and you shiver.

his hands go lower, and he gently lifts you up by the hip so can he slide your shorts and panties off you. 

“no one compares to you either, you know” he says, his voice thick with meaning as he shifts lower on the bed, his broad shoulders spreading your legs with ease. he pauses, glancing up at you with that infuriatingly confident wink. “not in this lifetime. or the next. or ever. we’re the same. that's why we're made for each other”

and with that, he dips his head, his mouth finding its rightful place.

you let out a quiet yelp as his tongue slides through your folds inquisitively, as if it hasn’t been there a hundred times before. it's warm and probing, and almost reverent, like you're a delicious meal he's trying to savor. his beard that you make fun of serves its purpose in times like these; it rasps against the tender spot where your thighs meet your ass, and the friction amplifies everything, every sensation sharper, hotter, better. you can't help but arch into him, craving more.

and then there’s his hand, his fingers working your clit in such fast, insistent circles that if he stops you might kill him. the intensity builds so quickly it’s almost unbearable, and you grip the sheets like they’re the only thing anchoring you. you’re lying on a bed, yes, but his tongue is making you so weak you’re sure you’ll fall apart if it wasn’t for one of his strong arms wrapped around your upper thigh  holding you in place. even then, you writhe and squirm, eyes shut in ecstasy, mouth repeating “yes, please”s and “oh my god”s and nothing else. 

when you finally come, the pleasure rolls through you in waves, leaving you boneless and trembling. still, he doesn’t stop. his tongue stokes you through the aftershock,  even as your muscles turn into liquid and your body feels like it’s floating.

he finally relents when you place your hand on his head and shake him slightly. he looks up, his lips and the tip of his pretty nose glistening from your wetness, a satisfied smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. he’s got a smug look on his face. “see? who else could do this to you?”

you don’t answer him with words; instead, you let your body speak for you. wrapping your legs around his waist, you pull him down to you, drawing his mouth to yours. the kiss is slow and languid, your lips moving against his as you savor the taste of yourself on him. 

when your breath steadies and the aftermath of your orgasm fades into a warm feeling, you nip at his bottom lip, tugging it gently before pulling back. the smirk that crosses his face tells you he already knows what’s coming next.

because it’s kylian, and he knows you as intimately as you know yourself. because it always feels like he can read your mind, like your desires are two halves of the same whole. without a word, he rolls onto his back, sprawling against the sheets compliantly, leaving himself open for you to ride him.

you waste no time, sliding over him and straddling his strong thigh, the muscles beneath you flexing beautifully. his hands find your hips, steadying you as you position yourself. your bodies align perfectly, and as you sink down onto him, he slides home with ease.

there’s no painful friction, but there’s still a small pleasurable ache, the stretch that always comes with him. no matter how many times you’ve done this, your body always needs a moment to adjust, to accommodate him. the slight burn is part of the experience, a reminder of just how much of him there is. he groans low in his throat as you take him fully, the sound vibrating through your chest. "you're so big" you moan.

“you okay?” he murmurs, his voice rough but caring.

you nod, resting your palms on his chest as you steady yourself. “yeah” you whisper. "i can handle you"

his lips curve into a  grin, his hands tightening on your hips. “i know” he says, his tone shifting “we fit so good. i told you, we're made for each other”

his words send a shiver through you as you rise slowly and sinking back down on him again. the drag of his cock against your walls sends sparks shooting through your body, and you bite your lip, letting out a soft moan. kylian’s gaze never leaves you, his dark eyes filled with heat and something deeper, something raw and unspoken.

“fuck, you’re perfect” he breathes, his fingers pressing into your skin as you find your rhythm.

you move with deliberate slowness at first,  your hips rolling as you grind against him. the sensation is exhilarating, the way he fills you, stretches you, the way he watches you like you’re the only thing worth watching in the world.

leaning down, you press your lips to his ear. “you like watching me take you like this, don’t you?” you murmur, your voice dripping with confidence. “because I’m so fucking hot”

he groans, his hands sliding up your sides, over your ribs, until they find your breasts. His thumbs brush over your nipples, sending jolts of pleasure through you. “you're so fucking hot” he agrees, his hips bucking slightly, pushing even deeper.

you pick up the pace, riding him with more intensity now, the sound of your bodies meeting filling the room. his hands guide your movements, helping you find just the right angle, and soon you’re both lost in the heat of it, in the raw, unending need for each other. from time to time you lean down to give him a better view of your breasts, the way you know he likes it.

when his hand slides between your legs, his fingers finding your clit, it’s almost too much. the added stimulation sends you over the edge, your head tipping back as pleasure crashes over you like a tidal wave.

“ky” you cry out, your hands clutching at his chest as you fall apart around him.

“baby” he groans. he repeats his upward thrusts, holding you in place so you can do nothing but take it. again, again, and again, until you tighten yourself around him so much he has no chance of holding it off. his own release chases after yours.

finally he stills, his body tensing as he lets go, a deep, guttural moan leaving his mouth. 

for a moment, neither of you moves, your breaths mingling as you come down from the high. then he reaches up, cupping your face and pulling you down for a kiss. It’s slow and tender, a contrast to the fire that had just consumed you both.

when you finally pull away, his lips curve into a lazy smile. “you’re incredible, you know that?”

you smirk, brushing a strand of hair from your face. "of course i do”

you know he knows you mean it.

his laugh is soft, his thumb tracing circles on your hip. “god, i love you” he says, and the sincerity in his voice makes your heart swell.

you lean down, pressing your forehead to his. “i love you too, ky” you whisper.

slowly, you lift yourself off him, feeling the tender ache as you slide him out of you. you settle back onto the bed beside him, the sheets cool against your hot, sweaty skin. for a while, you both just lie there catching your breath.

“what was that tweet you saw about me earlier?” kylian asks a little later, after you’ve taken care of the mandatory post sex clean up routine and gotten back in bed.

“hmm?”

“earlier,” he repeats, turning his head to look at you. “i saw your reply, but I didn’t see the tweet you were replying to. what did it say?”

“oh that” you giggle. there’s still so much endorphins rushing in you that you can’t even find the anger you felt earlier when you saw the tweet. “it said you’re destroying the real madrid locker room”

kylian arranges his face into a mock scowl. “nonsense” he says, lips twitching. he pauses for dramatic effect, and you know what he’s about to say. “the only thing I destroy is this pussy”

you both burst out laughing. 

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[mylovesstuffs]

OT13 reacting to their s/o who loves smiles but feels insecure about showing their teeth

Request: Halooo I am the same anon that req wisdom tooth drabble!!! So can I req for svt ot13 s/o that love smile but never showed their teeth cause they're insecure with it?? I do have an open bite and I do be jealous w ppl that can smile with their normal teeth 🥲🥲 Also can I be ur ⭐️ anon??

A/N: This is dedicated to all kinds of smiles—big, small, toothy, closed, crooked, or perfectly aligned. It’s easy to compare ourselves to others, especially when society has such rigid standards for something as personal as a smile. But the truth is, the world isn’t looking for perfect smiles; it’s looking for your smile—the one that lights up the people around you, the one that reflects your joy, and the one that makes you you. Whether you’re someone who shows off their teeth confidently or someone who keeps their smiles shy, you are absolutely radiant just the way you are. I hope this reaction brings you warmth, and maybe even a little courage to embrace your smile, because SEVENTEEN and I think it’s the best one there is. Thank you for reading, and remember: your smile is a gift, not just to you but to everyone lucky enough to see it! 💛

I definitely encourage you to read everyone's part, especially Minghao's.

Seungcheol: Cheol would notice right away how you always smile with your lips closed. He’d encourage you without pushing too hard, so you’d catch him saying things like, “I love it when you smile—it’s my favorite thing about you.” And when you explain why you’re self-conscious, his protective mode kicks in. In his mind, you’re perfect exactly as you are. He’d make a habit of kissing your forehead after every smile, as if to say, Thank you for sharing this with me. Warm, comforting, and always your biggest cheerleader.

Jeonghan: Jeonghan is a tease—but in the sweetest way possible. He’d catch you hiding your teeth and tease you playfully about how even your shy smile could start a fan club. But deep down, he’d be the FIRST to remind you that nobody’s smile is ‘wrong’. He’d even come up with ridiculous scenarios like, “If anyone says anything about your teeth, I’ll report them to Smile Security.” Sure, it’s dramatic, but somehow it’s comforting. With him, you’d slowly start to see your smile through his eyes: bright, genuine, and absolutely worth showing off.

Joshua: Shua’s the ‘patient and reassuring’ type. He’d never rush you into anything but would always make it known how much he loves your smile—whether or not it shows your teeth. He’d probably sit with you one evening and casually mention how he used to be insecure about something too, just to remind you that everyone has their struggles. The way he’d look at you every time you smiled? Pure love and admiration. Slowly but surely, you’d start feeling like, Maybe my smile isn’t so bad after all.

Jun: Junhui wouldn’t even let you finish explaining your insecurity before he’d start showering you with compliments. He’d be so sweet and genuine about it too, like, “What? But your smile is so pretty! Have you seen yourself?” He’d probably find little ways to make you smile more, through goofy antics or heartfelt gestures. The best part? He’d never let you feel like you had to change—he loves your smile, whether it’s teeth-showing or not. And his genuine enthusiasm? It’s impossible not to feel a little brighter around him.

Hoshi: Hoshi would make it his personal mission to see your biggest, toothiest smile. He’s dramatic like that. He'd do the silliest things to make you laugh, like impersonating the other members or dancing in the weirdest ways (mind you he's performance team leader TT). When you finally let out a full smile, he’d stop mid-act and just stare. “Wow. That’s the one. That’s the smile that could light up a stadium.” And you’d know he’s not exaggerating (even though he’s Hoshi and exaggerates everything). It’s just how he loves—with his whole heart. I'm feeling soft :(

Wonwoo: He’d notice your insecurities but wouldn’t bring them up directly. Instead, would focus on making you comfortable and appreciated. He’d probably start complimenting you in subtle ways, like, “Your smile is really nice,” or “You look happiest when you smile.” Over time, his steady reassurance would make you feel less self-conscious. And when you finally smile without holding back, he’d just give you that soft, proud look, as if to say, See? I knew it was beautiful.

Woozi: Woozi would be a mix of logical and sweet about it. He’d listen to your reasons and then quietly debunk every single one of them, like, “Who said teeth have to be perfect to make a smile beautiful? That’s nonsense.” He’d focus more on how your smile makes him feel—happy, loved, and lucky to know you. And if you ever caught him sneaking a photo of you smiling? Just know it’s because he wants to remember how happy you looked in that moment.

Dokyeom: Oh boy, Seokmin would be all over this. He lives for smiles, especially yours. He’d probably start a whole campaign to make you feel better about it, complete with compliments, funny jokes, and random bursts of Look at that gorgeous smile! energy. You’d have no choice but to smile around him because he’s just that infectious. And when you finally let out a toothy grin, he’d gasp like, “I KNEW IT! YOU HAVE THE BEST SMILE IN THE WORLD!” Dramatic? Yes. Effective? Absolutely.

Mingyu: Kim Mingyu, the man he is, would be the type to go above and beyond to make you feel good about your smile. He’d start by complimenting you constantly and taking candid photos where you look natural and happy. Then, he’d show them to you like, “Look at this—your smile could cure my bad days.” He’d probably even bring it up to the members like, “Isn’t her smile the best thing ever?” And when you roll your eyes at him, he’d just grin and say, “See? Even your eyeroll smile is perfect.” AHHGHTCGTCGCFFCCT

Minghao: Hao would be supportive and no-nonsense. He’d listen to your insecurities, acknowledge your feelings, and then remind you that nobody’s perfect. “Imperfections make us human,” he’d say, and it would somehow hit deeper than you expected. He’d probably encourage you to focus on how your smile feels rather than how it looks, and over time, his grounded perspective would help you see your smile in a whole new light. With him (with others too), you’d start to appreciate the beauty in being uniquely you.

Seungkwan: Seungkwan would be the loudest advocate for your smile. “Are you kidding me!” He’d probably start hyping you up every time you smiled, to the point where it becomes impossible not to feel confident about it. And if anyone dared to say something negative about your teeth? Oh, he’d drag them to filth, no hesitation I'm telling you. With Seungkwan in your corner, you’d never have to doubt your smile again.

Vernon: He would be ridiculously sweet. He’d casually drop comments like, “Your smile’s cool,” and then act like it’s no big deal—when really, he’s melting inside every time he sees it. He’d never pressure you to show your teeth but would secretly be over the moon whenever you did. And the way he’d look at you in those moments? Pure adoration. Honestly, he’d make you feel like the coolest person in the world, open bite or not.

Dino: Chan would be all about boosting your confidence. He’d give you a pep talk about how unique smiles are the best smiles and how yours is his favorite thing about you. He’d hype you up so much that you’d almost feel like a celebrity. And when you finally smiled without holding back, he’d act like it’s the greatest thing he’s ever seen. “That’s it! That’s the smile that could rules my heart!” That’s just how much he cares.

[minkdelovely]

love and power

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chapter eight

“i want everything i asked for.”

Alastor x Fem!Reader ; MDNI 18+ ; [y/n] used sparingly ; Alias in Hell is Sylvie

tags/warnings: ‘fuck it, do him scared!’ or whatever the saying is, no plot cuz y’all have had enough of that, pheromones are putting in work cuz you have heart eyes, y’all are touch-starved and pent up, half-transformation demon alastor (i hope that makes sense lol), implied demon alastor, little bit of angst or even hurt/comfort at the end? 🥲 smut: clothes ripping, scratching, oral sex (fem receiving), fingering, slight degradation & praise kink dynamics, blood play & biting, handjob, orgasm denial, cream pie

word count: 6.6k *maniacal laughter*

author’s note: it wouldn’t be right to start this off without a formal apology for the cliffhanger and then, subsequently, the publishing delay 🥲✨ this ended up being more of a labor of love than i had expected; i just seemed to have such bad luck, this week of all weeks. thank you for your patience, and i hope this makes up for it! @hazelfoureyes one of these days i’ll have some more for you, but until then darling, you ever so kindly ‘asked’ me for smut so… 💅🏻💖

prelude ; chapter one ; chapter two ; chapter three ; chapter four ; chapter five ; chapter six ; chapter seven ; chapter eight ; chapter nine ; chapter ten: part one ; chapter ten: part two

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Alastor meant for it to be chaste, really he did. And while he had desperately hoped for acceptance, the ardor with which you returned the kiss was unexpected. The grip of your hands around his wrists was fierce, pulling him in; fingers like sticky fibers against the patch of bare skin nestled between his gloves and the cuff of his shirt. 

So you were hungry, too… He couldn’t help but smile against your mouth at the thought. 

Finally, his luck was turning around.

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When you offered your help to Alastor, a kiss was the last thing you ever expected. 

Actually, you had been fully prepared for him to hurt you somehow, whether it was his intention or not. He had gotten upset so quickly, you assumed it must have been residual animosity from the meeting with Valentino that he could no longer contain. The more you thought about it, you truly understood how degraded he must have been by the whole affair, filling you with a guilt you worried might never go away. He needed a victory.

So offering your help was the least you could do.

But you never could have imagined the way he took your face in his strong hands, holding you with such care despite the intensity roiling off him in his half-formed demonic state. The strain on his face as he struggled to compose himself, his eyes switching back from black with red dials to that familiar searing red. The storming hunger you saw in them, half-lidded, as he closed the gap between you…

Your mind was practically rendered blank, running on instinct; the warm ache throbbing between your hips quickly taking up any remaining space that was left.

His mouth was softer than you expected but his press against you was firm and wickedly practiced. You felt him smile against you and for a moment you forgot to breathe, the resulting gasp being the perfect opportunity for Alastor’s tongue to snake into your mouth. If your eyes hadn’t already been closed, they would have rolled to the back of your head. His tongue was soft and big and hot, his movements steady and filled with purpose; not a drop of wasted effort. You could only hope to keep up…

It was such arduous work keeping your hands at his wrists, floored by the intense desire you had to reach out and touch him. But you didn’t know your limits here. He was still riled up — if anything, you had heard his antlers grow — and you didn’t want to make any wrong moves.

So you put all your longing into the grip of your fingers and mouth, your mind wandering on the feeling of him. Large, elegant hands cupping your face like glass. His body looming over you, offering shelter you were more than willing to accept. His mouth so hot against yours it would leave you feeling cold once it was gone. And he smelled so good this close, smoky and verdant like a bonfire on a crisp autumn night. 

Your thighs rubbed together from the pulse radiating there, and he let out a small groan against your mouth as your nails absently dug into the skin of his wrists. The sound of him simultaneously made your legs weak and fanned the flame between them. His voice had always been nice — he didn’t build a career for himself on the radio for nothing — but you felt a growing fear at the aspect of never hearing something like that again after he was sated; knowing that no matter what it would haunt you for eternity. 

I really am so fucked…

He was pecking now, his breath and teeth and tongue ghosting over your swollen mouth and face as he feverishly placed multiple at a time. You wanted to reciprocate so badly, whether with your lips or hands, but it was clear he needed to ravish you first so you stayed put in a shocking exhibit of will-power. But when you felt the tug of his teeth against the corner of your jaw you couldn’t stop the shaky moan that escaped you, not even noticing how your hips rolled on nothing but air.

That’s all it took. 

Alastor pulled away and gave a quick kiss to your hands before dropping them to take up the torn fabric of your collar. He gave it a sharp pull, tearing your dress straight through to the waist; the sound ringing out in the quiet of your room with the promise of what’s to come. You were too stunned by the suddenness of the action, but the look on your face must have really been something if the expression you were seeing on his was any indication — ravenous and wild. 

Your chest heaved with quickening breath, heartbeat kicking and head empty as you felt all the blood in your body rushing down. Too overwhelmed by the intensity of it all, you dared to bury your face in his chest, grateful to be just tall enough to reach. Mortifying as it was, it was all you could think to do. 

Though safety wasn’t the only thing you found, pressing in so close to him like this, your throat going dry at the feeling of his arousal against you. No amount of time or experience could have prepared you for this, for him. You were beginning to think that there would be nothing left once he was through with you.

Just need a minute…

Mercifully, he let you. Even going so far as to cradle you against him, cupping the back of your head with his left hand. You relaxed into him, a hot puff of air leaving your mouth to soak into the fabric of his clothes. Alastor’s pleased hum in response vibrated against your face, and you brought your hands up to grip the lapels of his coat for fear of crumbling at his feet.

As you steeled yourself, he didn’t desist from his poking and prodding at your exposed back with his free hand. It disappeared briefly, followed by the faint sound of something falling to the carpet before the air was ripped from your lungs at the touch of his hot, bare skin against yours. You whined into his chest as your back arched against his palm, your fingers nearly ripping through his coat with the force of your grip, earning a gruff and sinister chuckle from him. Being able to bask in the feeling of the rumble in his chest against you was a lovely consolation, though. And just under that… his heartbeat. 

His hand against your back regained your attention then, scratching and massaging at its leisure; nails tracing indistinguishable shapes along your skin. Traveling up and down your spine at first, then your shoulders and, finally, the back of your neck where he paused. 

His message read loud and clear: time was up. 

Alastor pulled you away from him with a gentle firmness, managing to handle you delicately despite his clear desire for haste. You could see it burning in his eyes with no intent to extinguish any time soon. He was so mystifying like this, you couldn’t help but drink him in. Stately, powerful… beautiful. It felt impossible now to have ever been afraid of him in this state of half-transformation. He didn’t seem to mind the admiration, soft smile and lust-heavy eyes radiating with ego.

His antlers look so handsome when they’re branched out like this…

“Shouldn’t you have offered to take my coat by now? I’m your guest, aren’t I?” he teased as he swiped your dumbstruck mouth with the pad of his thumb. The filter dipped in and out over his quiet, low tone of voice, sending a fresh wave of heat to your core and cheeks as you fought the urge to nuzzle your face against his bare hand. How had he already reduced you to this? “But I suppose I haven’t been well-mannered myself. Just look at what’s become of your dress.”

His face was smug as he played with the decimated fabric, fingers dancing across your exposed neck and shoulders before pulling down the long sleeves. They had been the glue, apparently, your dress falling past your hips with ease and into a heap on the floor in near silence. Goosebumps pricked your skin as you stood before him in your underwear, already feeling naked as he took you in. You noticed him focus in on your shoulder and neck, the draw of his eyebrows confirming your earlier suspicion that he had left a bruise.

“It’s fine, it didn’t hurt,” you lied self-consciously, unable to keep the nerves out of your voice. It sounded like an apology. He hadn’t meant it and in the grand scheme of things was a bruise really so bad? It would be gone before you knew it.

He didn’t seem convinced, a sound of disapproval coming from behind his closed lips before a smile took its place. “Hmm… if you say so. Perhaps a kiss to make it better?”

Alastor wasted no time leaning down to place his mouth there, and you sighed as the heat of his wide, wet tongue swiped over it before he closed his lips with a small smack. As he nuzzled in — kissing, licking, sucking, nipping — your shaky fingers took to the task of unbuttoning his coat as he had suggested. The action earning you a growl and a bite, not yet enough to break the skin but taking your breath away all the same; the fire in your belly now flickering up into your chest.

Once the coat was loose you ran your hands under it, starting near his waist to travel up his chest until you reached his broad shoulders. Was he the one who was so hot, or was it you? It was impossible to tell. You used the top of your hands to start working the coat off of him, and he paused from his effort at your neck to assist with removing his arms from it before tossing it off to the side — his remaining glove along with it. You caught sight of the saliva glistening around his mouth and chin before he resumed his station and didn’t even try to hold back the soft moan that escaped you.

What was the point?

With a snarl — that was the closest thing you could think to call it — his hands hooked behind your knees and hiked you up, your legs instinctively wrapping around him for purchase as you gasped. Alastor’s mouth found yours again and you held his face to keep steady as you hunched over him, tears forming at the corner of your closed eyes from the relief of being able to touch him this time.

This kiss wasn’t as poised as the first had been. It was hurried and open-mouthed, messy and deep. Not enough, not enough, not enough. You broke away this time, seizing your opportunity to explore his face with your lips as he had yours. His claws bit into the flesh of your ass as your mouth latched onto his neck, sucking at the pulse you found there. The resulting buck of your hips from the action and the moan he let out only pulling another from both of you.

You didn’t even notice that he had been walking until you were suddenly tossed onto the bed, his body immediately caging you in beneath him. You hooked your legs around him as he ground into you, your cry of pleasure from the friction echoing off the walls. He did it again and you whined, squirming, his hands on either side of your head as he leered down; red eyes glowing with satisfaction.

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Alastor took a moment to take in the sight before him, feeling his eyes glitch as he roamed over your flushed face, but made quick work of grabbing it with one hand to pucker your mouth before returning to explore it with his tongue.

It surprised him how much he was enjoying this; kissing you with abandon, somehow never scratching the incessant itch despite his efforts. He captured your bottom lip with his teeth, resiliently managing not to bite straight through it as you moaned into his mouth.

“Alastor…!” 

His name was a song on your breath, scorching down from his ears to his cock, all of which reacted with a twitch.

One string loose. 

How many more would he need to cut before you went slack?

Who had bound you up like this in the first place? It certainly hadn’t been him. On the contrary, he was so eager to see you torn open and bare, stripped of all the little secrets tangled like knots on your tether to him. Always keeping your guard up around him wasn’t only irritating… it was selfish. And there was only one of you here allowed that luxury. 

Still, this was quite the consolation prize, seeing you surrender to him so easily. He had barely gotten started and you were already making such a pretty face for him; a new favorite, even. Your little pout that normally inspired vexation looked sweet like this, swollen with his kisses. It was an image he would soon not forget, being so much better than what he had imagined.

Your scent had truly blossomed now, dizzying him with the potency of its floral, nutty musk; just a hint of sweetness underneath. It complimented his own smoky, green, and bitter scent so well. But Alastor was ready to make his next new discovery, his hips finally lifting away from you as he gave you a final peck on the mouth.

“Hmmm, delicious as your mouth is, there’s another place I’m quite eager to kiss.” He could feel the wickedness on his face as he said it, unable to contain the static that flared around him as you breathed out a curse, body trembling.

Alastor made a slow descent, teasing you with licks and bites and kisses to draw out as many moans and whimpers as he could from you. Such music you made for him. Only for him. It was a good thing he had already resolved to avoid sleep as much as he could in the future; he wouldn’t get much anyway with the sounds you made ringing in his head like church bells.

He could see the damp soaked into your underwear before he even touched them, already intoxicated by the smell and heat wafting off your core. He’d have to be careful here… not an easy task, but he’d manage. The self-advised warning did little to stop him from tearing the garment in half with ease, enjoying the wide-eyed look you gave him as you quickly propped up on your elbows from the sound.

“I’d apologize for frightening you, but I’m afraid I wouldn’t mean it,” he said, holding your gaze as he palmed your bare sex, thrilled by how wet you already were. You were having such a hard time keeping your composure, serving only to egg him on. He hummed and continued, almost surprised by the words that came out of his mouth, “You don’t seem to mind, though… how lewd.”

Your head fell back with a loud whine, arms giving out so that you were flat on your back again; face scarlet as his fingers moved against you, collecting your arousal. His dick throbbed against him at the sight, leaking onto his skin and clothes. He couldn’t help the hiss that spilled from between his teeth when he tested you with his middle finger, tight as you were wet.

“Oh my… it’s been a while for you too, hm? I’m honored,” he cooed, relishing the way you whimpered and clenched at his words. “I do worry how you’ll fare… Contrary to the restraint I’ve shown so far, I must warn you… I don’t have the capacity for gentleness today.”

Your eyes shot open with shock, and with that he removed his finger and brought it up, putting the entirety of it in his mouth to suck you off as you watched. His eyes closed in pleasure, groaning as his tongue lapped up every bit of you, savoring every second. Clean and tart… like a ripe summer cherry. He couldn’t stop the bit of drool that escaped the corner of his mouth, the rush of saliva incensed by your taste coming on too quickly to swallow it all.

Alastor was breathing hard through his nose, a fresh wave of hunger — he wasn’t sure what else to call it — trembling through him with a fierce burning need. His smile and voice were sharp, static fraying as he spoke, “Hmmm… My imagination wasn’t even close. Aiming to please, dear?”

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His fascination with licking you off him would be your second-death. Not only that, but you hadn’t expected him to say any of the obscene things that were spilling from his mouth, let alone the way you were responding to them. You had been subject to dirty talk before and enjoyed it (if done well), but… there was just something about it all coming from Alastor that set your veins on fire.

“Alastor, please, it’s embarrassing,” you pleaded through gasps, watching through half-open eyes as he licked away at his hand. You felt as if you had a fever, your face was so hot, hair already beginning to stick to your forehead with sweat.

As if falling on deaf ears, he merely proceeded to give a sharp tug to his bowtie, removing it in one go before unbuttoning his shirt. Something about the harsh way he pulled his shirt from the belted waist of his pants made you dizzy, but you felt a scream die in your throat watching the way his shoulders and chest moved as he freed his arms, with just the slightest flex of his abdomen; your eyes unable to resist following the trail of hair below his navel that disappeared under his belt.

You had made peace with your budding attraction to him — it was easier that way, considering your near-constant state of proximity — but this felt like being tossed directly into the fire.

Burning at the stake.

As he towered over you, you took in the large, pink scar lacerated across his chest from left shoulder to the right side of his ribcage. There had been mentions of the battle against Adam and his Exorcists within the group; how terrifying it had been, how brave everyone was. The loss of their friend Sir Pentious, who had died trying to help protect them against Adam. That was when the conversation normally tapered off, the grief still too close at his loss, but also because of what led up to it.

From what you understood, Adam had been Alastor’s appointed target to handle. One he was unmatched against, if the scar was any indication. A killing blow he had managed to survive. You hoped the pity you felt wasn’t making its way into your gaze as you looked at him, knowing he’d dislike it. Still… You sat up with hands stretched out, the instinct to touch and comfort him too strong to fight. But he pushed you back down, a shadow coming over his face as he bent over you. 

“Patience, sweetheart. I still owe you a kiss.”

You didn’t have time to process the dismissal before he raked his nails on your skin as he dipped down, your back arching up to meet them as you breathed through the small sting of pain. A splash of sobriety hit you as you felt the heat of his breath hovering over your cunt, your stomach tight as he moved closer, a wanton cry as he finally lapped at you with his tongue; a slow, wide, firm sweep from hole to clit. Sealed with a kiss, as promised.

You shuddered and gripped the duvet as if your life depended on it. The image of him nestled between your legs making your brain short-circuit. His eyes were shrouded with a predation that should have terrified you. So why did it thrill you instead?

 “Oh my god…”

That wicked grin of his…

“Last I checked, Hell is the absence of God. Let’s try again, shall we?” 

He hiked your legs over his shoulders, looped his arms around to grab the top of your thighs, and pulled you to his mouth. You saw white as he didn’t hesitate in setting a voracious pace, his tongue dipped into you — long and thick — as his nose pushed against your clit with every open-and-close of his mouth. His chin providing a pleasant hardness that nearly knocked the wind out of you.

He was incessant. 

Sucking, prodding, licking, and swallowing; a starving man who may never eat or drink again. Your hands found purchase on his antlers, a bit smaller now but still looming, earning a moan of approval into your heat that blossomed in your chest. The room was filled with the sound of wet smacks and a harmony of throaty groans from him; keening, breathy moans from you. Both unabashed.

In between breathing his name, words were tumbling from your mouth that you couldn’t register, too lost in the feeling of him on you. Not just your pussy, but your legs, too. His hands gripping your thighs so fiercely as your hips rolled against his face that you hoped for bruises. A keepsake. It was impossible to know if this would ever happen again.

You hadn’t even realized you were slipping away from yourself until he pulled back with a sharp gasp, finally coming up for air, jerking his antlers from your hands. The lower half of his face shimmered with a blend of your arousal and his spit, the sclera of his eyes gone black, dials taking the shape of his red irises. Again, your arms reached out, shaking from the effort as you tried to catch your breath. 

“Kiss…,” you barely managed to say, dizzied as you were.

Alastor obliged, climbing up to your open hands as you pulled him down to you, unable to find the strength to meet him halfway. He flinched as you ran your tongue over his left cheek, licking up some of the mess there as he wiped at the other side with the back of his hand. The taste of your combined fluids sent a jolt of pleasure through you and you moaned through the sloppy, open-mouthed kiss that followed. The laugh that escaped him was sinister but sent another wave of warmth through you all the same.

He rewarded you with a finger, followed quickly by another. And before you knew it, another. Pumping in and out of you with a delicious stretch and a maddeningly consistent pace before they curled, teasing your spongy core as his thumb circled your clit at the switch; the sudden onset of your orgasm had your body trembling under his touch.

“Ohh… mm, fuck…! Hmmmnn… Ah—! Alasto—ahh!”

“I know, sweetheart, I know.” His voice was rough but soothing. A crackle of static melded into your moans and the wet sounds of your cunt, and he gave his head a violent shake as if to clear it. There was nothing but a growling need when he spoke next. “I’ve got you, don’t fight it. Let me see how pretty that sullen face of yours looks when you cum…!”

It was all too much. Just the intensity of his eyes on yours boxed in between your hands holding his face could have sent you over the edge. But his words again, that pet name… 

The tether snapped so viciously you were fairly certain you passed out for a moment, your vision gone black as you screamed. Only to be brought back to consciousness by Alastor’s fingers slowly riding the wave of your orgasm, no longer stroking with purpose — you were clenched around him so tightly his previous pace would have probably injured you both — but with a languid solace. Graciously accepting every roll of your hips into his hand as you moaned his name and gasped for breath.

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God, it was so fucking satisfying to see your face twisted up, eyebrows knit and your pouty lips salaciously framing your open mouth as you cried out for him. Another perfectly shattered expectation, much like the rest of this experience had been. He didn’t even mind that your eyes were shut. The consolation being the glimpse he caught of them rolling to the back of your head before they were out of sight. That, and, this would only be your first. He was determined to get at least one more out of you before this was over, truly unsure how much you could handle.

He was surprising even himself, speaking to you in the manner he was. He enjoyed a good tease, but he couldn’t recall going to this extent before. Perhaps it was a result of the pheromones, but he simply couldn’t seem to help it. The reactions it was pulling from you were too exhilarating to deny himself… and by extension, you.

His static was filling the air, buzzing with the energy of a lightning storm as he sucked you off his fingers once more with a snarl; his free hand sloppily undoing his belt before giving it a freeing tug, desperately hard erection weeping slightly at the bit of alleviation. As the realization that he was preparing to enter you sunk in another ripple of goosebumps pinpricked his skin, causing him to bite down on the inside of his lip from the sensation.

The taste of his own blood came with inspiration.

Alastor tucked back some of your damp hair before bringing his face down to meet yours, swiping at your lips with his blood-coated tongue. Testing the waters. Your eyebrows drew together and you stretched underneath him, as if waking from a night’s sleep, before blinking your eyes open. He watched as your tongue responded with a quick prod of what he had left there, and felt his smile grow when you let out a hum of content.

He would never tire of being right.

“I thought you might like that, my little killer… Have some more,” he whispered against you. Giving your lips another rough lick before taking your mouth again, groaning into each other as your tongue soothed his still-bleeding lip.

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Something about this kiss was different.

There was a fierceness this time that hadn’t been there before, no doubt spurred on by the blood pooling in Alastor’s mouth. It had been shocking to taste at first but then… you found that it wasn’t too bad. Diluted with saliva, it was almost sweet, and you relished the way he enjoyed your tasting of it.

Your hands traveled up to the back of his head, gently scratching the prickly velvet of his undercut with one while the other pulled at the hair on his crown. His hiss into your mouth made you moan with another jump of your hips, and you felt him shift over you then; vaguely aware of the sound of him unceremoniously tugging down his pants before he took your hand from his crown and brought it between you.

The gasp that escaped you was sharp, your hand instinctively wrapping around his length as he guided you through stroking him. He was so hard, wet, and heavy, burning to the touch, but distant alarms were ringing about your ability to take him all. It scared you how much you wished to try.

His moan of relief was another keepsake, the sound of it so soft and pleading in your ear that you nearly sobbed from your desire. You couldn’t help but wonder what his face looked like, making a sound like that, and found yourself jealous of the skin of your neck he was hiding in. You stayed like this for a moment, his hand leaving you to work on its own as he cradled the opposite side of your head to lick and kiss your neck between gasps and moans. With a final nip to your skin Alastor pulled back, the mattress dipping as he put all of his weight onto his forearm to the right of your head as he adjusted himself.

“Don’t close your eyes,” was all he said before pressing into you, the tip of his cock already threatening to overwhelm you as it teased your entrance. 

It was not an easy task, your eyebrows drawing together in such a way that it nearly blurred your vision. You whined between closed lips, doing your best to breathe through the sweet stretch of him finally entering you. Despite his direction, he didn’t seem to be doing much better; sweat beading on his forehead over furrowed brows, kiss-swollen mouth open with panting breaths. Flushed cheeks. Even in the state he had reduced you to, you were trying to sear the image of his lust-strained face into your psyche.

He was rocking his hips slowly, allowing you to adjust to him with each little thrust as your arousal coated him, easing his advance; breathy moans collecting between you in puffs of steam, joining the two of you together in all the places you weren’t touching. 

All the while, your eyes were locked on each other. Had anyone else ever seen his the way they were now and found them beautiful instead of horrifying? You moaned as you stared at him; taking in his large, elegant antlers and sweat-damp hair, reminding you of the bedhead you had seen the other morning. His handsome and sinister face. He could easily tear you to shreds — and in a certain way, he was — but you were overwhelmed at the amount of care he had shown you so far, even with his earlier warning. 

His thrusts were building in sharpness, parting you with a tantalizing push-and-pull until he finally bottomed out with a growl. You cried out from the fullness he gave you, already twitching around him despite his stillness as he gave you both a moment to try and catch your breath. 

Alastor peppered your face with kisses and licks as you relaxed into him, testing you with a shallow thrust that had you biting down on your lip. Another. Another. Another. Until your mouth was hanging open, your hands traveling up to hold onto his triceps in your need for stability and to keep him close. Suddenly you felt him leave you completely, not even able to process the emptiness before he slammed back into you with a harsh grunt that made you squeal; writhing as he pressed up into your cervix.

He must have really enjoyed that, because he did it again. And again. And again. Settling into an excruciatingly blissful pace, his hard length massaging knots out of your body you didn’t know where there. Your legs instinctively hooked around him, nails digging into the flesh of his arms as you gasped and whined.

“So — ah..! Good… Alastorrr…!”

“Fuck!” he hissed between gritted teeth as your hips bucked, brows knit tight as he shook his head as if to clear a fog. 

You didn’t know he was actually trying to keep something at bay, the additional inch of growth in his antlers lost on you in your current state.

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Alastor’s hips stuttered for a moment before muscle memory guided him back to rhythm, desperate to regain the ecstasy that was torn from him. It had been a close call, but he managed to keep the switch from happening. Though the monster inside was still there, clawing at him just below the surface. 

He felt as your hands moved from their place on his triceps (which he had quite enjoyed) to settle on his chest, your fingers delicately tracing his scar. The line wasn’t steady though, perforated by the impact of his thrusts, which you were handling with a surprising welcomeness. 

It was almost…

There it was again, lying in wait; that ravenous, goading shadow roiling inside of him.

Take the risk…

Could he, though? Composing himself was practically second-nature, after all…

Say it!

Alastor exhaled, somewhere between a growl and a sigh. “You’re doing so well, sweetheart.” He allowed himself to relish the sound of your cry and the blissed out look on your face, which in turn provided a moment to steel himself before continuing, “I didn’t think you’d be this greedy.”

“Fuuuck…! Alast — oh my god…!”

A fresh wave of your arousal flooded over him as you desperately rolled your hips to meet him, but the intention had been to make you climax — and judging by the way you were spasming around him, you were close. Not drive him to his own at the sight of your glowing eyes, just as they had that day in the alley.

He had miscalculated.

With an agonizing force of will he pulled out of you, harsh breaths straining his lungs as he got off the bed to hastily remove his pants and shoes. He groaned through the ripple of adrenaline that was tearing through him, heartbeat pounding in his ears like a drum, the feeling of it causing his hair to stand on edge. Fuck. He wouldn’t be able to hold it off… not this time.

“What’s wrong?” Despite the question, your voice was still so thick with lust that it made his back hunch over.

It was taking all he had not to wrap his arms around himself in what he knew would be a useless attempt at containment. Even breathing was painful. The air saturated with the smell of sweat and sex and Valentino’s goddamn pheromones!

I really am going to kill that son of a bitch!

“Alastor…?”

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Burning at the stake.

It had been a good way to put it.

He had been burning you alive before dousing you with ice.

What had gotten into him? What had gotten into you? No one had ever said something like that to you before and received anything but a slap in the face. Greedy… The word made your heart stutter, some of the blood from the lower half of your body traveling back up to your face. Was it true? 

Embarrassment was beginning to sober you up. Had you gone too far? It seemed strange that you had, considering the words came from his mouth and not yours. Fuck, all of this had started because of him. How else had he wanted you to react? Or was he ashamed of himself? 

Was he regretting this already? 

“What’s wrong?”

You watched as his back arched up like a spooked cat, the force of his breathing revealing the ribs and notches of spine under the skin. He looked like he was in pain… Maybe the scar on his chest wasn’t as healed as it seemed? You climbed off the bed and made a timid approach.

“Alastor…?” 

He flinched at the touch of your hand with a hiss, the shock of his reaction making you trip over yourself and fall back onto the bed. He kept his back to you when he spoke next, the absence of his filter making you shiver in pleasure and worry.

“You remember what I told you earlier, yes?”

I don’t have the capacity for gentleness today.

How could you not remember that? 

“I do,” you answered, just above a whisper.

He straightened himself then, still turned away from you and managing to look regal despite his trembling. “I need you on all fours… and you must promise not to turn around. Do you understand?”

It was a question that didn’t leave room for any response other than yes. So you just positioned yourself on the bed, facing your headboard and gathered the pillows there underneath you for support. You had just finished settling when you felt his weight dip the mattress behind you, heart in your throat as he ran his nails down your spine before slipping his fingers into you.

You both sighed as he pumped you, filling the room with that familiar lewd sound between breaths. Stoking the embers of your stolen orgasm with every drag, until he removed them completely. You whined at his absence, the tightness in your belly teetering somewhere between pleasure and pain as you heard him shudder through stroking himself. His free hand resting now on your hip.

“Don’t get comfortable. If you cum facing away from me I’ll never touch you again.” His voice was tight with effort, the filter over it harsh and pocketed as he adjusted himself behind you, the grip of his hand on your left hip promising to bruise. 

To your shame, the threat alone almost made you, a graceless moan tumbling out from your chest as you barely managed to nod your head in confirmation; your cunt flexing around the words echoing in your mind. The obscene sight of it drew out a sound from Alastor that could only be described as animalistic, earning the plump skin of your hip a few punctures as he thrust into you, bottoming out.

It was a brutal pace, his cock nearly leaving you with every thrust before plunging back in. He still had one hand on your hip while the other grabbed your shoulder, the slapping sound of your skin meeting quickly overpowering the gasps and moans falling from your mouths.

“Haahhh… nnghh…! …fuck!”

“Alastor…”

You felt him twitch inside of you at the sound of this name before he practically shouted, “Again…!”

The blush burned down from your face into your chest, but you complied and whined his name again. And again. Until it seemed to be the only word you knew.

“Ohhh, fuuuck…,” he hissed, followed quickly by a snarl.

You could’ve sworn you heard fabric tearing before a green glow reflected off the lacquered wood of your headboard. Alastor’s huge silhouette taking shape as it intensified; invoking the image of a nightmarish spider more than the deer demon you knew. You closed your eyes and buried your face in the pillows you had gathered, refusing to turn around despite your instinct to do so. And even through the fear, you still felt your orgasm building, the battle to keep it at bay quickly turning against your favor. 

“Alastor… I… I can’t… I—”

The words were stolen as he suddenly bit into your shoulder, his mouth so wide you felt his teeth sink in from shoulder blade to collarbone. You screamed into the pillows as his hips stuttered, until there was a final thrust so deep it would have pained you if it weren’t for your throbbing shoulder. His seed spilled out hot and thick, fueling the aching fullness inside you as he grunted into your flesh; teeth still latched to you as if making a primal claim.

Hot tears fell down your face as he rode out his orgasm behind you, unsure if they were caused by the savage bite to your bruised shoulder or lament over the deprivation of seeing his face. But you had done as you were told, managing not to turn around or climax. The bite he was now nursing with licks and sucks and kisses providing plenty of distraction.

Almost too much…

As he tried to catch his breath, you could feel him shrinking behind you as he pulled out, his slick torso laying flat against your back as he lapped up the blood dribbling from the bite. And in between his kisses that traveled from your shoulder to your tear-stained face, his hands were petting you with such a tenderness it only wrought more tears. 

His soothing whispers of shhh, I know, I’m sorry, I’ve got you, I’m sorry ringing in your ears as he brought you to lie down, cradling you to him as he caressed your face with his hands that inflicted such pain and comfort… protection.

For what seemed like hours, the two of you laid in silence, looking into each other’s eyes as his thumb stroked your cheek. Until finally you buried your face into his chest, hands over his heart.

And slipped into shadow.

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ps: phew! we fucking made it y’all… i truly hope it was worth the wait. but i do want to announce here that i will be taking a little break. i know this one was already late, but it kinda took a piece of my soul lmao since we only have two more chapters i need to make sure i have all my ducks lined up to wrap this with a pretty little bow. thank you for your patience and love, i really do appreciate you. and i’ll see you on may 5th 💖

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompt | mutual masturbation

pairing | best friend!ransom drysdale x reader

warnings | very innocent!reader, bordering on little!reader. soft!ran <333 specifically soft for reader. ddlg undertones tbh (no use of the word daddy but ran is daddy af and also tells reader to "be a big girl" multiple times.) reader is having orgasm troubles/anxiety. mutual masturbation (clit rubbing, jerking off through pants.) subtle humiliation vibes (not verbalized.) praise and encouragement. delayed orgasm. he steps in and helps/finishes her off. he also comes in his pants lol. they come together! :D

word count | 886

it all starts when he overhears you on the phone with your friend, admitting you’ve never been able to make yourself come 😭

it somehow leads to him laying you out on your bed, tugging playfully at your jean shorts. “c’mon, baby. i promise, i wont make it weird. i just wanna help you”

and he’s your beeeest friend, your very best friend in the whole wide world, and you know he’s got plenty of experience and knowledge when it comes to this sort of thing, so you try to swallow down your humiliation and go along with it

he kneels attentively in front of you as you rest back against your pillows, shyly pulling off your bottoms. he chuckles sympathetically at your cute little pastel panties with your favorite cartoon characters on them. if it were any other girl, he'd probably make fun of them, but you've always been a sweet innocent baby in his eyes so he can't help but find it endearing 💕💕

"c'mon, cutie. don't be shy, it's just me" you try to remember that he's right; it's just your ran, your safe, wonderful ran, who you've known your whole life

you squeeze your knees together as you pull off your panties. ransom's surprisingly patient with you, "let me see, silly. can you show me how you've been doing it? i can't help unless i know what the problem is"

it takes a bit more coaxing before your knees finally fall to either side of you, revealing your perfect little petals which instantly have ran giving you the biggest heart eyes 🥺💖 "oh baby, you're so pretty down there. aww, are you a little wet, sweetheart? it's okay, don't be embarrassed" as you're squirming softly in front of him

your hands are so clumsy as you try to figure out where to even begin. he's right: you're wet (though you swear this isn't turning you on!!!) your fingers fumble around as you lamely begin poking and prodding at your leaky hole

ran raises an eyebrow at you, not sure whether or not you're playing dumb or just really this clueless. "that's it?" he asks in disbelief, clearly not impressed. you sigh, trying not to hide your face in your hands from embarrassment. "what about your clit?" noticing how you immediately grow more squirmy at his question, he calls your bluff- "come on, y/n. be a big girl and show me" 🥲🥲

you finally bring one hand up to begin rubbing carefully over your little button. you fail to hold in a soft gasp at the sudden rush of pleasure, earning a smile from the man sitting in front of you. "there you go. keep going, princess," he encourages you

as the warm, fuzzy feelings grow, you find the courage to spread yourself out a little with your other hand, giving you better access to your swelling bundle of nerves. ran's grin grows as he watches it growing and pulsating beneath your rubs

"shit, sweetheart. so fucking cute when you play with yourself like that," he curses softly, bringing one of his own hands down to begin palming himself through his pants. seeing him getting worked up by you only turns you on more. you don't even notice when your juices begin leaking down onto your bedsheets 🥲

you become more vocal, holding back fewer of your sweet little moans and whimpers. the noises you're making are clearly driving ran crazy, his pace over his impressive bulge quickening as his face flushes red. "fuck, just like that. keep rubbing that pretty little button for me, baby. look at you, you're fucking soaked"

your fingers grow faster over your throbbing clit, your breaths becoming more labored as you feel pressure beginning to build in your tummy. as soon as you recognize what's about to happen, a familiar sense of doubt hits you as your motions begin to falter. "r-ran," you choke out, big eyes looking up at him for help.

he's immediately leaning down with a worried look on his face, quickly recognizing the problem. "no, no baby, it's okay," he tries to cheer you on, "just keep going, you're almost there"

"can't do it," you frown as your poor clit twitches helplessly after being abandoned so abruptly

"yeah you can, come on. let me help," you can't even think to speak up or stop him before he's reaching down, using his own fingers to resume the stimulation. for whatever reason, you lay back and take it. "spread yourself open for me, sweetheart. just like you did before, there," he hums in approval as your hands fumble to do as he instructed. he keeps his pace steady over your hardened nub, watching as you quickly near the edge once more

"now come on, baby. be a big girl and come for me," with him towering over you, one hand gripping himself shamelessly through his pants while the other works your burning button just right, he's able to coax an orgasm out of you with just a simple command

"there it is, that's my girl," he's beaming proudly as you're finally given your release. the sight of you losing control under his simple touch and order is too much for him to handle; he comes right there in his jeans with a loud groan 😌

[orpheusluvr]

Behind Closed Phones (Norton x Female Reader)

NSFW WARNING

(Modern AU)

Just a silly lil fic where you and Norton send each other cute little messages that eventually turn into something steamy as hell

( Norton’s appearance is based on his summer costume so his eyes are blue and his hair is blonde - it’s my #1 dream costume and it has me going SO crazy every time I see it or see someone else using it 🥲)

You quickly rolled over to the other side of your bed after hearing a notification from your phone. It must be Norton.

Nort: hey gorgeous, u up?

You smiled to yourself as you saw the message. He must’ve finally arrived in Miami, where he had gone on vacation. He wanted to bring you along too, but you insisted that it was best if you let him enjoy some time with his best buds in peace.

But now, you did regret saying that. Because you were missing him so damn badly.

You: yeah, are u in Miami now?

Nort: yea we arrived here like an hour ago lol

Nort: the heat is already getting to me

You: wish I was there with u, I regret not going :(

Nort: wish u were here too

Nort: I miss u so bad baby

Nort: hey this is luca and norton said that he gets hard thinking about u

You put your hand to your mouth at the last message, thinking about whether you should laugh or be shocked by the sudden change of topic. Luca appearing out of nowhere was funny, but what he said seemed to intrigue you even more.

You: for real?!?!

Nort: ignore luca he’s just being a dumbass lmao

You shook your head and laughed. You knew Norton too well, he was definitely lying.

Then an idea popped into your mind, and your smile curled into a smirk. You knew the perfect way to get Norton to tell the truth.

You: lmao alr, anyways wyd rn

Nort: just unpacking shit n sorting out stuff at the beach house

Nort: wbu baby

Now it was time for action.

You: oh not much, just taking my clothes off rn cuz I’m about to have a shower

Nort: damn girl show me what’s under those clothes

You: alr hold on

You quickly took your shirt and pants off, leaving just your bra and panties on. You sat on your legs, slightly parting them while you pulled down your bra, showing more cleavage than before. Taking a quick photo, you immediately sent it to Norton.

Nort: OH FUCK

His reply was instant. He didn’t send anything after that, which did leave you confused.

But it was simply because Norton DID get hard in an instant, that he didn’t have a chance to say anything else.

Immediately locking himself in the bathroom, he began to jerk himself off. Then he paused and thought of something. A sly grin appeared on his face.

You had put your phone down on the bed after Norton wasn’t replying, when all of a sudden you got a notification.

Your cheeks reddened when you saw that he had sent a video. Clicking on it, you almost dropped your phone.

He first faced the camera on his face, his gorgeous blue eyes staring forward while his soft blonde hair gently flowed with each movement. He moved the camera slightly down, revealing his hard dick which he began stroking. His face was red, as he kept repeating your name over and over again while strings of glistening white cum seeped through his tip and rolled down his hands.

Luca was right after all, and so were you. Your plan was a success.

But now, you had to return the favour.

You placed your phone camera on your pillow so that it would stay in place. You gave a smile as you pushed your hair back and flaunted your body. You unclasped your bra and took it off, throwing it to the side, and then you began slipping off your panties. You turned around, facing your ass to the camera while arching your back, and used your hand to spread your hole.

“Norton baby…I’m empty without you…” you moaned, before turning back around to stop recording. Your heartbeat increased as you sent it to Norton.

About a minute or two later, Norton called you. A video call. You answered it immediately.

Norton was lying in his bed, half of his face buried into the pillow.

“Ngh…you really fucked me up huh…” his voice was muffled, and so was his laugh.

“Don’t act like you didn’t do the same thing to me.” You laughed back.

Both of you weren’t showing your bodies, only your faces. You decided to make a move first.

Norton’s phone dropped the moment you moved yours back.

“You alright?” You began laughing.

He picked the phone up again, covering his forehead with his hand.

“I swear the first thing I’m gonna do when I come back from this vacation is fuck the daylights out of you.” He groaned.

“Hey Nort, we’re gonna go play some volleyball. You coming?”

You immediately panicked and turned your camera off after hearing Naib’s voice.

“Sure, just give me a few minutes.” He said.

He laughed when he saw that your camera was off.

“It’s alright, he’s gone. Anyways Y/N, you have one week.” He smiled.

“Yeah, I know you’re coming back in a week.” You laughed.

“No…no…not that.” He shook his head.

He gave a devilish grin.

“I’m giving you a week to prepare yourself, because next Monday you’ll be struggling to walk.”

[jinisnuggets]

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 𝒞𝒶𝓃'𝓉 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁 𝓂𝓎 𝐹𝒾𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇𝓈

PAIRINGS | Kim! Seungmin x Fem! Reader

GENRE | Enemies to Lovers AU

WORD COUNT | 3.1k

WARNINGS | Breakups, mental health issues, dealings imposter syndrome, workplace tension

SYNOPSIS | Kim Seungmin had only ever dated one person in his lifetime, and that person would later become his future CEO after they both swore to succeed and accomplish their dreams without the assistance of their biggest supporter, each other.

NETWORKS | @starlit-network @blossomnet

TAGS | @eridanuswave

A/N | This fic feels a bit Kdrama(y) and I spent a lot of time writing it, so I hope it can get at least 2 comments or helpful reblogs 🥲👍

In the city of Seoul, Novara Studios became one of the biggest independent film agencies. The company and its employees had broken many records, earned many rewards, and had a large-loyal fanbase.

And the CEO? No different.

L/n Y/n, a top and well known superintendent of the industry who has participated in many hit shows’ production and story writing. She only hired the best of directors, editors, producers, and actors, resulting in a large mass of high quality TV production. Some of the biggest shows from the label included Crimson Truth, Wings of Eternity, and Tides of Life.

When it came to Novara Studios, their viewers could expect no less than perfect. There was no such thing as a flop show when it came to this enterprise as every single series and movie included a realistic, relatable, and enjoyable plot which always made sense and added up.

The company was established less than a decade ago, so how was it already driven so highly to the top?

The question was fairly simple to answer.

Kim Seungmin, a highly respected singer at the time had participated in one of the studio's first ever releases as the male lead. Which led to a massive breakout from the public towards the company. Success was everywhere: streams of series came in large numbers, and the public began watching the previous shows from the agency. Merchandise was released and the sales were huge; all because of one actor.

Since then, the company has released hit after hit show; whether a big star would be present in the cast or not, it would be watched and loved. Small actors became huge and admired for their talent, the label would earn good profit and pay their actors fairly based on their role importance in a series, even smaller roles earned good money.

So where is the negative outcome in all of this?

One wouldn't expect something negative in a company that seems to have it all. But well, maybe that one issue just happened to be a little personal- tied back to the root and core of the agency, involving someone who used to be the most special human to them.

And maybe it was the one person who was also the reason behind the success received from the industry. Or perhaps, vice-versa.

————

The bus was slow and quiet. Passengers with headphones on their head and phones in their hands were sitting around, all waiting to reach their destination in the depths of the night.

There were only around 4 people on the bus, it was late and Seungmin had fully expected to be alone on his trip home. It was what he wanted, if not.

Work had ended later than expected and he found himself on the bus due to his car refusing to start up last minute. He couldn’t call anyone due to how late it was, so he simply picked up all items of value and pushed them into his bag.

His headphones were on and he was listening to some relaxing and unwinded songs, the sound of the singer's voice echoing beautifully in his head as he stared out the window into the stunning streets of Seoul.

The bus was dark, only a couple lights flicked on not including the phone screens of the other passengers. As Seungmin was in the back, it didn’t bother him other than the occasional glimpse of a reflection on the window.

“Shoot…” He quietly groaned to himself, lifting his head from the glass and unzipping his bag.

That’s when it fell.

The picture he had forgotten about.

“A singer you say?”

He nodded, fully expecting some type of judgement by the unrealistic aspiration he yearned for. It was more of a vision he held for the future that had little to no chances of occurring. He didn’t know what he wanted to do with his life yet other than possibly pursuing a career in singing, something he enjoyed. Even if he managed to make it happen, there was no guarantee it would take off.

However, instead of bringing him down to earth or hitting him with a sense of sagacity, your face lit up and you grew excited.

“You’d be amazing at that! You’re already a magnificent vocalist!” you optimistically exclaimed, clapping your hands in awe as he slightly tilted his head, unable to hide his gaiety from your unexpected response.

“Are you not going to say anything about it? Like it’s ridiculous or impractical?” He finally questioned, catching you off guard.

You chuckled, shaking your head in denial. “Why would I? In fact I have a pretty ‘ridiculous’ and ‘impractical’ dream myself.” You responded with a sarcastic tint to your voice. He sat beside you, staring in astonishment from the statement.

“Nothing that you wanna do is impractical. You could eat the world if you wanted to.” He assured, to which you nodded.

“I would say the same for you.” You muttered. He immediately looked at you and began speaking before you cut him off.

“Have some faith in yourself, will you? You’re more capable than you can imagine. You’re seriously a genius in so many subjects; there are just no limits when it comes to you. You’re simply able to accomplish anything you want if you really put yourself to it. Just believe in yourself.” You smiled, his expression visibly changed to one of relief.

You were the person that inspired him to change his view on life. You gave him the confidence he needed. Anytime he felt upset you were there: when he lost an important friend or someone made fun of him, you were by his side, supporting him in the times he needed it the most even when his suffering appeared to be silent.

Overtime, he became good at hiding his emotions from the outside world, that included you.

You went from the person he trusted most to the one he swore to contain his vulnerability around. It wasn’t his fault, the culprit was his developing imposter syndrome; and maybe you were partly the reason for it.

Two slow knocks came at his door, he couldn’t hear them through his tears.

Sometimes he had erratic breakdowns from his overthinking habits. The fear of making mistakes and goals that weighed down so heavily on him. His relationship with you felt like a burden rather than a piece of enlightenment or mirth; the fear of not being good enough, or not being able to provide what he should felt so substantial.

The thoughts consumed him, so much he hadn’t realized you entered his room and sat down beside him.

“Seungmin.” You muttered; tone serious and dissatisfied.

He flinched hearing your voice, forgetting he had given you a spare key to his apartment. He slightly smiled seeing your face, wiping his tears trying to put himself back together,

“Y/n, I didn’t see you.” He nervously mumbled, but you already knew that and more.

That night, you ended things.

The breakup made him realize his mistakes perhaps, as he made the effort to finally change. He dedicated himself to his studies and put in any hard work necessary for success. Finally, he collaborated with producers and released his first album in March, 2018.

His confidence rose once more, feeling accomplished by his achievements.

He realized he couldn't take all the credit; a significant portion of his success was thanks to you. You stood by him throughout the journey, and he never once pointed fingers or harbored resentment over the breakup. He fully grasped the situation and acknowledged his mistakes from that time. However, unable to change the past, he chose to look ahead and eventually became a part of the revolutionary agency, Novara Studios.

Though he was a singer, he wanted a fresh start in a new industry; something to further boost his career.

His awareness at the time was limited. Information on you was low and no name was ever mentioned in any articles he read about the company. Of course, this wasn't something he worried much about considering the agency had only been established a year after his admission and had just begun promoting themselves at the time.

If he would've known that you would've been the CEO of the company; he would've searched somewhere else.

But he wouldn't deny that he truly felt fortunate to be able to work with you once more.

————

He entered the headquarters and set his stuff down. Organizing his belongings and beginning to walk over to the stylists room. Filming started at 9 am, so he needed to be ready by then.

“Kim Seungmin.” He heard a voice call from a distance, immediately catching his attention and making him look in the direction where it came from.

“Good morning chief.” He smiled as you came into better sight.

You glanced up at him and smiled back in a friendly manner as you quickly broke eye contact and looked back down at your hands and handed him the envelope. The tension was evident.

“When I came in this morning, I realized your car was still in the parking lot so I assumed you had some issues with it last night. I wanted to ask if you needed me to call a towing company so they could fix your vehicle.”

He was caught off guard, but he beamed in appreciation as he nodded, and just as quickly as you came, you vanished out of sight.

He sighed; today was the first day of filming a new drama that the entire company had worked hard on to begin. Seungmin would be playing the role of the male lead who also happened to be the main character of the overall show. It had taken months of preparation so he was relieved everything was finally ready.

He walked into the stylist room, allowing them to apply light makeup and dressing him in proper attire for the first few shots.

He sat in the lobby, watching the others as actors began to pile up and sit on the couches around him.

“Seungmin!”

He glanced over at his coworker, Jisung, whom he had been fairly close with approaching him.

“New day, new role.” He said, causing Seungmin to chuckle in response— shutting his book and shifting his full attention.

“You didn't come here for no reason; what is it?” He questioned as Jisung shrugged.

“Been hearing a little bit of rumor around the company. Apparently, Yuri resigned from the role of female lead a week ago.” he said, immediately shocking Seungmin.

“What!? So suddenly?” He exclaimed, causing Jisung to nod.

“I was shocked too, but it appears to be true as she's not present here today, and it was strictly stated that all participating actors had to be present today.” Jisung added.

Seungmin took a moment to process his words, glancing down before looking back up at him and sighing.

“Do you know what we're going to do then?” He asked as Jisung shrugged.

“No idea, but I heard that CEO L/n will be in charge of direction for the next couple of weeks.”

Seungmin’s expression dropped as he heard his colleague complete his sentence. Suddenly, the events that took place in the morning made sense as he listened to every word.

“Chief will be directing the series?” He asked as Jisung nodded.

“That’s what I said.” He responded.

It wasn’t common to have you be present in the main building, as your office was located in a separate entrance which didn’t connect to this one. You normally stopped by a couple times during filming, however you were often busy with your own things and didn’t have time to be present. He doubted you had only come to remind him of his car.

The intercoms suddenly came on, colleagues checking their phones the moment it spoke.

‘Everyone in the lobby, please report to the studios. I repeat, Everyone in the lobby, please report to the studios.’

Those in the lobby stood up, walking over to the studio rooms to be directed into their next move. Filming wouldn’t be taking place in the building, everyone needed to be directed out and driven to the location where it would be happening.

Surely, as they arrived, you were standing in the front with a small paper— directing everyone to their van. You glanced up at him, although avoided extended eye-contact and signaled both him and Jisung to their van.

Soon enough, you all arrived at the small, traditional hanok located in a small neighborhood; the neighborhood itself wasn’t actually populated but was more of a tourist location— of course it had been closed off for film purposes.

You escorted 3 actors out, him and Jisung along with an older woman who would play the role of their mother. The film crew stepped out of their own separate van and followed inside the building. Setting up their cameras and equipment.

The house had been cozily decorated, looking full of life even after years of being void from it. Seungmin walked around, investigating all corners of the home.

“It’s in such good condition despite being abandoned for over 2 decades.” He turned to Jisung, who nodded in response as he touched the light wooden walls.

“Right, the paint isn’t chipped or anything,” he added.

The entire drama was aiming for a sense of nostalgia. The main character living in a hanok was more than just nostalgic but also aesthetically pleasing. However, to him, a hanok was more than just his temporary home, but also a significant part of his past; his real past.

You walked in, noticing them just casually becoming familiar with their new home.

“Hey, you both can look around later; we need to get filming.” You proclaimed, causing them both to turn around and nod.

————

The dark skies derived quickly, and so did the cold temperatures. Seungmin wrapped the blue crocheted scarf around his neck and covered his hands with the paired mittens. He threw his cross bag over his shoulder while waving goodbye to his colleagues and making his way out of the property, walking to his car with the keys in hand.

The parking lot was almost empty by that point, it made sense, it was nearly midnight.

He opened the driver side door and stepped in, preventing the door from shutting with his leg as he turned on the car and allowed it to heat up.

He was about to shut the entrance and drive his way back home, however, he looked into his rear view mirror and noticed a car behind him, one he recognized to be yours with you outside and investigating the tire.

Slowly, he smiled, lightly chuckling to himself. He opened the door and walked over to the car with his hands in the small cozy pockets of his jacket.

“Why aren’t you parked in the superintendent lot?” He questioned, causing you to flinch and immediately turn around with your hand on your heart, gaze immediately falling to his attire.

“Excuse me?” You mumbled as he chuckled once more.

“This is the employee lot, as the CEO you should be in the superintendent lot.” He answered, ducking down and looking at your tires, none having any visible damage or impairment.

“Will it not turn on?” He asked as you slightly nodded your head, continuing to refuse eye contact. He couldn’t help but smile seeing you that way, it made his heart feel a little lighter.

He stood up, adjusting your coat before you quickly pulled away.

“I don’t need your help, these are things I can deal with myself.” You murmured.

Silently, he nodded in understanding.

“I apologize.” He bowed, staying in that position for multiple seconds before standing back up.

“But at least, allow me to drive you home.” He mumbled, straightforward yet timid.

You looked at him, unknowing of how to answer the question; yet again, it wasn’t like he gave you the opportunity to as he was already making his way over to his car, glancing back at you before entering and shutting the door behind him.

You remained in spot for multiple moments, ultimately sighing, locking your car and walking over to the passenger side, shutting the door behind you.

He couldn’t help but beam as he put the car in drive and began making his way onto the driveway.

The majority of the ride was silent, you leaned your cheek against the fist which rested on the window and stared blankly at the streets. You found yourself stealing glances at the man who used to be your only, unable to catch a grip of the one question you wanted to ask, yet refused to.

“Why do you still have it?” Your voice spoke, void of all emotions with a slight tremble.

He gripped the steering wheel tighter, gulping at the question and feeling the familiar sense of anxiety wash over him.

“Have what?” He muttered, making the turn onto a separate road.

“The clothes. The coat, scarf, mittens, why do you still have it!?” You nearly yelled, feeling slight tears swell up in your eyes as your throat warmed.

He kept calm, refusing to take his eyes off the road as he listened to you.

“It’s special to me.” He responded, however, that only caused the frustration in you to spread.

“Why? Why is it that I work so hard to finally be able to accomplish my dream yet the moment I do you have to come in and ruin everything? Why is it that the universe always makes me rely on you? My confidence, success, everything is always about you! Why can’t I do something for myself!?” You held your head, feeling the same painful ache in your heart as you did that day.

The car came to a halt as he turned over to face you, the tears streaming down your cheeks, fingers tugging your hair in indignation.

Tears warm, you slowly felt his hands wrap around your torso and pull you closer, embracing you warmly with your head resting on his shoulder.

“I never realized the pain I had caused you.” He muttered, embracing you warmly with a care you hadn’t felt in so long, it almost felt surreal.

The frustration and resentment your heart once felt all faded with his words and touch; an overwhelming sense of security was all that was left, the tears had stopped flowing and so had your sense of time. You didn’t notice your own hands wrapping around him in a position that felt so nostalgic, something you hadn’t felt in over eight years.

It was comforting, comfortable, and reassuring.

[kayentokk]

Hey :) How are you doing?

Okay so, i wanted to request a platonic father Aizawa in which he is out patroling and he finds his teen daughter doing something ilegal with her friends or something like that.

Please and thankss :)

A/N; I’m okay thanks for asking! Love this idea, I’ve gotten many requests somewhat related to this lately actually! I’ll be posting those throughout the week. Also sorry it’s taken me a while to get to this! 🥲 I truly believe Aizawa is a girl dad and a softie parent. 

Pairing; Platonic!Father Aizawa x Fem!Daughter Reader

Contains; a little ooc Aizawa, fluff, soft, drug mentions, reader is about 16-17 like mha characters, quirk-less reader, death mentions, bad friends, comfort

wc; 1,763

You weren’t supposed to get caught. In fact, you didn’t even think you would. It wasn’t a big deal anyways, you only did it because you thought it’d be a way to relax with your friends. Plus, if you guys did get caught your backup plan was your father. It wasn’t like he was going to detain you…right?

Wrong.

You were very wrong to believe that your father wouldn’t take you into custody over a little weed with your friends. You just wanted to have fun! Besides, you didn’t want to be the ‘perfect heroes daughter’ who’s a buzzkill. Why couldn’t he understand that? 

There was just so much pressure that came with being the child to a hero. Your friends already joked about how you were too ‘good’ to do anything remotely illegal. Which is part of the reason you were in this situation in the first place. 

Of course he just happened to be patrolling around the alley you and your friends decided to get a little high in. That was just your luck, he didn’t seem mad though. So you thought he’d just tell you guys not to do it anymore, and move on. Nope. Leave it to Aizawa to want to teach you a ‘lesson’ all of a sudden. He was normally just a “don’t do it again,” kind of parent. Mostly because you had never done anything of this caliber before.

“Did you really have to bring me in?”

Silence.

“I mean come on, none of the other heroes care. They’re too busy thinking about protecting the city, shouldn’t you be too? Nobody cares about a couple of kids getting a little buzzed, besides everyone does it nowadays-“

“That doesn’t make it okay y/n.”

You’ve rarely seen him like this, so tense. He didn’t look angry, but you couldn’t shake the feeling you got that he was. It was almost….scary. 

So you resigned to a simple, “Okay, I’m sorry.” Were you really sorry though? Not that much, you still didn’t see the big deal. 

He let out a low grunt, “This is serious y/n, I know you think I’m making a big deal out of nothing,” well he said it first, “but you could’ve been seriously hurt.”

“Hurt? From getting a little high?”

“Criminals lace that stuff all the time, whether it’s with poison, more drugs, or whatever else they decide-“

“Yeah sure, but we got it from a trusted source-“

“And who’s that?” He said crossing his arms. 

Oops.

You decided it’d be best not to respond right now. Especially since the source wasn’t technically trusted, just another kid who got it from someone else. Who probably got it from someone else too.

Sensing your apprehension he decide to drop it, “we’ll revisit that later,” he said waving a dismissive hand. “I’ll drop you off at home, you’re grounded.” 

You internally groaned at that, grounded? That’s a new one, you were starting to really regret your decision. You should have just told your friends no, even if it meant being the ‘buzzkill.’ Then you remembered, your friends-

“What about my friends?”

“We’re working on calling their parents to come pick them up soon.”

“No!-“ you said sharply, “I-I mean, can’t you just let them off? Or something?”

“You know that’s not how this works, they are already getting off with a minor offense. The worst they’re going to get is their parents’ scolding.”

“Dad! You don’t understand-“

“I understand perfectly fine, a bunch of young kids wanted to ‘have fun’ and thought this was the best way to do it.”

Okay maybe he did understand, but not your side. He didn’t get that now you’d officially be the outcast, the top 10 ranked hero’s daughter who gets everyone in trouble. Does he get how embarrassing that is? 

“Come on, let’s get going.”

You stood from the chair leaving the comfort of being shielded, by the small desk separator, from your friends’ piercing gazes. They thought your dad would let you all off too considering the chaos the city’s currently in. 

You nervously waved and mouthed a quick ‘sorry’ to them before rushing out the door trying to follow closely behind Aizawa. 

You guys didn’t speak the whole way home, you opted for silence mostly because it wasn’t that big of a deal and he just didn’t know what to say. You had never done anything like that before, or had he just never caught you? When did that start?

He remembered when you were little and you’d give your vegetables to stray animals so you didn’t have to eat them, or when you tried to sneak out at night and he caught you. But those were all pretty minor things, and he was only always concerned with your safety.

You’d never done anything this bad, and in terms of the worst thing you could do of course this wasn’t horrible but he still didn’t get why. It couldn’t have just been for fun.

He entered the house after unlocking the door and opening it for you. Before you could make it to your room, where you’d probably go to sulk, he decided he’d ask.

“Why did you want to do that y/n?”

You stopped and turned around to face him. He was standing in front of the door, and now that you actually took in his appearance he looked tired. His dark circles more prominent, eyes a light pink most likely from his quirk, and his black pants had small patches of dust that had been hastily patted off on them. 

You replied after a moment, briefly forgetting his question, “For fu-“

“And don’t just say for fun, because I know you and there are plenty of other things you would do for fun.”

You huffed resigning to just come out with it, “it was a bet.”

“A bet?”

“My friends bet me that I wouldn’t get high with them since I’m a hero’s daughter.”

“And you decided to take them up on that?”

“Yes, I know it was stupid okay?”

“I know you know, you’re smarter than that. So why’d you say yes?”

Why’d he have to be so persistent? “Maybe because I thought I’d finally get some friends.”

“What do you mean y/n? You do have friends.”

“No, I don’t. Momo, Tsu, and Uraraka only hang out with me out of pity, since you’re their teacher, if they even have time-“

“Pity? Y/n no they don’t, there’s nothing pitiful about you at all-“

You scoffed, “don’t lie. I get you’re my dad and all but be honest with yourself, truly honest.”

“I am being honest. I’d never lie-“

Guess you’d just have to spell it out for him then. “The only daughter you had killed your wife, was born quirk-less, and there’s nothing special about her!” You were shocked at the admission of your own feelings but kept going, “I don’t have a talent, I’m not exceptionally smart, I’m not breathtakingly pretty, and I can’t even make friends!” You listed raising a finger for each reason, “Now tell me what about that is not pitiful?”

After that question there was silence, and Aizawa was just looking at you. You hadn’t even noticed you were crying until the first tear slid down your nose crease and hit the corner of your lip. Before touching could even wipe your tear or register the sound of footsteps approaching you, you were being hugged. Fully covered by his arms, your head grazing the bottom of his chin where stubble had began to grow, face buried partially into his scarf. 

You heard high pitched wailing, which you hadn’t even registered was you until his hand began to rub up and down your back with quiet ‘shh’s to try calming you.  

“Don’t cry, it’s okay. It’s not your fault, none of it okay?” He began whispering in your ear.

“Your mom and I both knew the challenges she’d have if she gave birth to you. We were well aware, and she wanted to have you. She didn’t care if she’d die in the process, you are our child.”

He continued comforting you, and when you eventually calmed down he let go and gently pulled your face out of his chest so you could look him in his tired, red eyes. “I love you so much, and I’m sorry if I don’t tell you that enough okay? It’s my fault I’m sorry. You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and you’re perfect. I mean that, I’d never lie. You don’t need a quirk, to be super smart, or have a special talent. You’re perfect to me, okay? And that’s all that matters. You’re important to me,” he said firmly. 

“Okay?”

You sniffled, reaching a hand to wipe your nose, “okay.”

“Hey,” he said turning your face back to his, “I really mean it, I’d be no where without you. And how could you say you’re not beautiful? I know I’m not the best looking hero, but haven’t you seen the pictures of your mom? You take after her, gorgeous. Nothing I’d ever change about you, I don’t regret anything.”

“Okay,” you said slightly unused to him saying these things, “I’ve never heard you say something so corny dad,” you said chuckling trying to lighten the mood. 

At that, he gave a small grin which faded when he remembered your earlier point, “And Ochaco, Tsuyu, and Yaoyorozu do like being your friend. Not just because I’m their teacher, trust me I’m more of a supervisor if anything. I let them figure most stuff out on their own. They wanted to meet and hang out with you. I don’t think you give yourself enough credit, you make friends just fine.” 

“I know, I know, it was just heat of the moment stuff dad.”

He let out a sigh of relief, hugged you once more, and pressed a kiss to the top of your forehead.

“I still have about another hour of night patrol, but I’ll stay here if you want me to?”

“No dad, it’s fine go.”

He looked at you once more as if saying, ‘are you sure?’ 

“Yes I’m sure I’m fine, it’s only an hour anyways.”

“Okay, call me if you need anything, I’ll be back soon,” he said headed towards the door.

“Okay,” you said starting to walk to your room. 

But just before he shut the door you dashed for it and started, “Hey! does this mean-“

“No you’re still grounded,” he said. 

And with that the door shut.

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Hi!) send my love and little idea for a fic

May I request a little story about Remus x fem!reader? Other characters are welcomed :) characters age is up to you

The reader is calm person, ready to help, even get into a fight against bullies. But she also has a death glare and doesn’t peak words to smooth the situation. She doesn’t have a lot of friends, but definitely she is friends with Lily and the Marauders like to hang out with her (helps them with studies or work, helps James with Lily, lots of sarcastic jokes).

I think Remus can see through her facade. And he finally decided to ask her out for a date, maybe he even said something like “I like you”. And the reader reply with “Ok” and storms out to process with her feelings towards Rem. Then we can see collective panic 😱😂 The next day she finds Remus and gives him his favorite chocolate and self-made scarf with the words “I think I like you too” ❤️

Hope it’s all make sense to you 😅 sometimes I have similar situation when I can’t define my feelings and need time to analyze them… 🥲

I Think I Like You Too...

a/n ~ Omg reader in this is so relatable 😭 Honestly wasn't sure how you wanted me to write them so I did what I thought worked best for this situation. Not quite sure how happy I am with this so I might add to it/change some of it in the future but for now I hope you like it <3

~ Just fluff, James and Sirius being children

WC ~ 1,859

Sometimes you don't understand why you're friends with the marauders. You love them so much but you're so different sometimes you don't understand. You're very calm and collected. Most times you don't show emotion at all, coming off as if you don't care. That's not the case though and luckily the boys know that. Even if they're the only ones.

Besides them and Lily, no one talks to you, and you don't talk to them. There's no real reason for this, only that people say you have a “death glare,” which apparently, makes you seem unapproachable.

Because of them being your only friends, (and not great at their studies) you spend a lot of time helping the boys, mainly James and Sirius, with their homework and preparing them for exams. During times where you're helping the boys in the library you notice the way people look at you guys. Sometimes their gaze is slanted towards the boys, either lusting after them or annoyed by some dumb prank they pulled.

However, there are times when people stare at you. They try to be less obvious, but you can see the way they silently judge you. Wondering why the boys hang out with you and debating whether or not you're as bitchy as you tend to seem.

You don't let any of this get to you, people will judge you for anything you do, and you know they simply don't understand. Honestly you find it funny how obsessed people are with a look on your face.

Especially when it's not one you make on purpose.

“I don't understand.” James tells you, for what feels like the hundredth time in twenty minutes.

“Of course you don't, you've been making faces at Sirius the whole time I was explaining.” You swear sometimes they're just children in growing-up bodies. Between the pranks, silly faces, and running around the halls playing hide and seek, but instead of each other seeking, it's whichever teacher they last put a spell on, it can be very hard to keep up with. Probably why people were so unexpected to see you all together.

“No I wasn't.”

“James, I saw you.”

“Wasn't me,” he defends. You let out a deep sigh at his childish antics, before focusing on the paper in front of him. You look down at the perfect moment, just in time to see Remus's small grin at banter between you and James.

“James, pay attention or I'll turn you into a rat,” you try to threaten, seeing Peter's frown at your words. “Sorry Pete, rats are adorable. You know how James feels about them though,” you shrug, remembering the way he screamed when Peter first transformed into his animagus form. He's not scared of Peter when he knows it's him but any other rat freaks him out.

“Fair.” Is all he says, as he leans back down to whatever he's doing on the floor.

You return your focus back to James, “Okay, are you going to pay attention this time?”

“Yes I am, apparently Lily only likes smart guys.”

“I have literally been telling you that for-” you're quickly cut off.

“No but that was just a plot for you to make me do my homework.”

“No it wasn't, I was trying to help you with Lily because-”

“No, I'm pretty sure you're lying.”

“But you confirmed it why would I be lying about it-”

“Well I don't know, why are you?”

“James Fleamont Potter I swear if you cut me off one more fucking time.” You hear the giggles of everyone else around you.

“What? What are you gonna do?”

“Call Lily.”

“No wait, I'm sorry.” He immediately changes his tone and turns back to his parchment.

Rolling your eyes, you look at Sirius,“Sirius, how far are you?”

“Well unlike prongs, I'm almost finished.” He tells you proudly.

“Can I see it?” He looks between you and the paper for a moment and then shakes his head.

“Not yet. It's a surprise.” You take a deep breath as he continues making faces to James.

Deciding you're done being a young mom to two boys older than you. You excuse yourself from the table and move to sit by the only boy not constantly giving you a headache.

“Hey, Rem.” You greet him softly.

“Good try.” He smirks at you, referencing the boys in front of you. You're glad they're having fun, but they're giving you gray hairs at this point.

“I'm two seconds away from calling Euphemia to deal with them.”

“That's a great plan, at least you'll get cookies out of it.” You nod your head in agreement, taking a second to admire your friend. Which is totally normal in a friendship, probably. You know you feel different about Remus than the others but you're not one hundred percent sure why.

“Ugh why can't you tutor them?” You don't even remember why you agreed to tutor them in the first place.

“Because I did it first and you lost the bet.” Now you remember, you and Remus had a stupid bet on who would tutor them. You and he had a competition, whoever got the lower grade on an exam would be the tutor. You lost. By one point.

“Not fair, I want a rematch.”

“How is that not fair? I won perfectly fair.” You know he did but you don't want to accept it.

“Uh because I don't wanna do it anymore.”

“C'mon they're not that bad.”

“Says you! Yesterday they were playing rock, paper, scissors and when Sirius lost, he pushed over James in his chair. Then James got up and claimed all the knowledge was knocked out of his head and he couldn't possibly finish the paper.” Remus is clearly trying not to laugh at your frustration. “Don't laugh, it's not funny.”

“I'm not laughing. But you have to admit they're very amusing.”

“I admit nothing. Seriously, why do they go to such lengths to avoid homework.” Remus immediately moves his face out of your view. “What do you know, Wolfboy?”

“Is the nickname really necessary?”

“Yes it is, explain,” you don't give him any room for argument.

“Fine. They usually do their homework just fine, slow but fine.”

“Then why do they cause such problems for me?” You ask him in despair.

“They like fucking with you.”

“Are you kidding me Lupin?” You raise your eyebrows at him and demand a response.

“No, they think you're funny.” He breaks out in a full blown laugh at your annoyed reaction.

“I'm glad you think this is funny, Moony, because you won't be laughing when you're all rats.”

“As if you could even turn me into a rat. I dare you to try.”

“Y'know what I will.” You give him a bright smile as he grabs your wrist to keep you from grabbing your wand.

“Not right now.”

“You're not scared are you Lupin?” You swear your heart skips a beat at his grin.

“Can you just pick one name and stick with it?”

“Okay I pick Wolfboy.”

“No you don't, pick something else.”

“No. Bye Wolfboy.” You hear his frustrated groan from behind you while you leave the library.

“Ah!” You jump as you turn the corner and run into Remus. “Oh. Hi Wolfboy.”

“I thought I told you to pick something else to call me.”

“No, I don't remember that.” He looks at you in disbelief. “I'm getting breakfast now.”

“No you are not.” He begins to pull you in the other direction.

“Um Wolfboy, I need food.”

“Not right now.” What the fuck.

“What is so important I must miss breakfast?” He pulls you into an empty classroom and shuts the door. “You know you can't kill me right? People will know.

“That's not…what?”

“Nevermind, continue.”

“Okay great. I don't know how to say this but after yesterday it just felt so clear that I need you to know.” You give a gentle nod for him to continue.

“Y/n, I hope this doesn't ruin anything between us but I need you to know that I like you.” He waits a minute for you to respond, when you don't, he keeps going. “As more than a friend, like romantically. I have a crush on you.”

“Oh um okay.” You shrug and start to walk out of the room. “See you at breakfast.”

Remus is stuck standing in place as he tries to comprehend what just happened. He was expecting a rejection, a clear rejection. Or of course, there's the small part of him waiting for you to admit you feel the same way he does. But no. None of them. He has no idea how you're feeling. Who just says “okay” to that and walks out.

After a minute he decides to follow you to the great hall, pretending nothing just happened. He doesn't know whether to be sad about a rejection or be happy it wasn't actually a rejection?

James and Sirius are questioning his mixed expression the second he sits down, but Remus is focused solely on you. Who isn't in the great hall. He looks over all the people at least three times looking for you. Ultimately, he can't help but be a little relieved he doesn't have to face you right now. What would he even say after that?

Remus doesn't see you for the rest of the day. Instead he spends the day worrying whether or not he's scared you away.

“Oh Remus you're here! Come here!” You grab his hand and pull him into an empty room, similarly to the way he did to you yesterday.

“Um okay? Are you alright?” He asks quickly, as if sensing your nervousness.

“Yes I'm fine I just need to say something to you.”

“What is that?” He asks, pointing to the things you're holding in your free hand.

“Oh yeah this stuff is for you.” You hand him a box of his favorite chocolates and a scarf you spent the night making for him. “I made this for you because I didn't know how to say what I want to. I didn't mean to act like that yesterday, I just needed some time to think about how I felt.”

“And what do you want to say?”

“Yeah it's on the scarf actually.” You take notice of how your fingers are fidgeting, and your legs are bouncing in place.

“Did you make this? This is nice.”

“Last night, yeah.” You feel a little out of breath as you stand in front of him.

“In one night? That's impressive and insane.”

“I'm well aware. I didn't sleep last night.” He grins you a big grin, both at your words and the words he finally finds on the end of his scarf.

“You need sleep, angel.” He says, cutting off at the end as he finishes reading your sewed words. ‘I think I like you too ♡’ is embedded into the red fabric. “You think?”

“Is that acceptable for you Wolfboy?” You step closer to him, waiting for his answer.

“Yeah more than.” You can't stop your bright smile as he leans down to place his lips on yours.

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The Boys of Grey City University

(Alternative Title: &Team as University Students)

WC: 3098

TW: Mentions of cheating in Keis, angst in most of theirs, mentions of rebound sex in Nicholas, light cussing, Usage of She/Her pronouns and feminine words like girl and ladies. Mentions of other idols. That should be all, let me know if I forgot anything. 

A/N: This took me way too long to make…literally been working on this for like three weeks right now so please like this I’m begging you. Jkjk if you don’t like that's okay bebe I understand. I’ve been wanting to do something like this for a while now, I also made them a hockey team simply because I’m a hockey lover and it definitely doesn’t help that my team's mascot is the Wolves teehee. Also not Tumblr fucking up the quality of the photos and screwing with my formating 🥲.

"Awoo there fellow Wolf! Welcome to

Grey City University,

where your future begins whether you

are a returning or a new student.

Are you ready to start your journey?"

-Grey City University, home of the Wolves. 

Meet Luné Nu Fraternity

~

Kei (Koga Yudai)

Major: Sports Management

Luné Nu Fraternity Position: President

Hockey Team Position: Center Midfielder 

Jersey Number: 9

Introducing Kei! the school's heartthrob that everyone either wants to be with him or be him. Not only is he one of the star players on the hockey team, but he is also a pretty smart guy. He is super extroverted and is always seen hanging around a large group of people, the smallest group you’ll see him in is a group of three. Only time he’ll ever hang out with someone one on one is with his best friend Fuma, or his girl of the week. 

Now despite Kei being super popular and coming across as the “Perfect Guy”, he has this one tiny little flaw. Kei has never in his life ever committed to anyone; even when he’s “with” someone he’s not necessarily loyal to them. Kei THRIVES off of the attention he gets from being the center of attention. And the fact girls throw themselves at him willingly just like that? what more can he ask for? 

Presently Luné Nu Fraternity and Soleil Sorority team up to throw the biggest party of the year to celebrate the win of the Wolves hockey team. Both coming together to make this party a memorable night. Expecting everyone to be having the night of their life, Kei grows curious about the girl who appears to be bored while standing in the corner by herself, sipping from her plastic cup. Being intrigued he approaches her, expecting her to act the way all the others do. Now Kei has a five-step guide on how to woo a girl.

He would advance towards her

Ask her how her night was going

Make her heart melt that he noticed her out of everyone at the party

Show that he was a sincere guy

Make his move on her once she opens up

What Kei failed to predict was that none of these steps would work, in fact the girl seemed so disinterested in him. How could she not be falling for him right now? He did everything in his book right, everything that would make girls swoon. But why did she act like she would rather be talking to literally anyone else but him? 

Murata Fuma

Major: Sports Medicine 

Luné Nu Fraternity Position: Vice President 

Hockey Team Position: Defensemen/Full backer

Jersey Number: 2

Meet Fuma!, the gentleman of the university. Always seen sporting a soft endearing smile while helping others. Fuma is the person everyone goes to when things fall apart or just in need of simple advice. His life is seemingly perfect just like him. Acing all his classes, becoming a top player on the hockey team, even the perfect home life. But what people don’t see is how utterly single he is. Fuma sees no problem with it though, as he just doesn’t have an interest in hooking up or casual dating. But his friends urge him to find someone because they deem it not “normal” to not even have at least a one-night stand. But Fuma finds it hard to be intimate with anyone especially if they’re a stranger. Now this doesn't go to say that Fuma has never tried to find a girlfriend before. They would always start out great in the talking stage, until they find out about him being a huge nerd and Pokémon lover. 

As the party planning was being held at his fraternity house; both being filled with members of Luné Nu Fraternity and Soleil Sorority, he decided to head out to grab some snacks and drinks. Going to the nearby gas station he catches himself accidentally knocking over a girl. Helping her up and profusely apologizing as he offers to pay for her food; her agreeing of course as it's the ‘least he can do’. Talking to her felt more than right, never having such a calm and fun conversation with someone who also didn’t judge him for rocking the Flareon keychain on his phone. Grinning from ear to ear as they parted ways. It would appear he may have found himself forming a little crush on this stranger. Unfortunately, his goofy smile would drop instantly when the realization that he had forgotten to ask for her number hit, thinking it would be the last of seeing her he gave up and let the thought go.

Disappointment however would quickly vanish when he sees hers at his university. Thanking the universe as he may now have a chance at getting the cute girl's number. 

Nicholas (Wang Yixiang)

Major: Fashion Design 

Luné Nu Fraternity Position: Philanthropy Chair (In charge of planning events like charity events)

Hockey Team Position: Defensemen/Sweeper

Jersey Number: 3

Congratulations ladies! Nicholas is back on the market! As he’s finally ended his on and off relationship with Soleil Sororities IT girl NingNing.

 Known for his fashion sense and cool chic demeanor; he is always seen walking around campus in designer attire or sometimes even clothes he’s made himself. Being the top in his major and fastest on the rink makes Nicholas a very desirable man. So, make sure you get in line fast. Even if it’s just for sex you don’t want to miss out.

As Nicholas finds himself newly single, he’s ready to hit the streets for some rebound sex. Not knowing where to start he finds possible luck as a girl in his 3D Digital Design class retweets his post. Discovering that this girl who he’s never spoken to has been secretly crushing on him since freshman year. He decides to approach her, finding her to be an easy target to be his rebound. Asking her out on a date thinking it will be a breeze. The date going well as he starts to genuinely have fun with her, but never forgetting his main goal is sleeping with her. Alas regrettably it doesn’t go well in his favor when their date comes to an end. Nicholas had expected this night to go a very specific way since he had this girl all figured out. But what he wasn’t expecting was her rejecting him. Coming to a surprise not realizing she was more intelligent than he had predicted as she admits that she knew what he was doing and not wanting a part of it. Understanding and leaving her be, thinking he would just move on to another girl for a rebound. But why does she keep popping up in his mind? Why does he find himself so drawn to this girl? 

Byun Euijoo 

Major: Nursing 

Luné Nu Fraternity Position: Exchequer (Treasurer) 

Hockey Team Position: Goaltender (Goalie) 

Jersey Number: 8

Presenting Euijoo!, the cutie in the Luné Nu Fraternity who always sticks out like a sore thumb when with his fraternity brothers. Everyone was confused on how this gentle giant even got in, as he doesn’t sleep around, and is always oh so shy especially when talking to those of the opposite sex. His friends, especially Nicholas, always have to give him a shove when it comes to parties. Now it is true that Euijoo turns into a genuine shy mess, but what if the reason he doesn’t talk to girls isn’t just because he’s shy? What if it’s because his eyes and heart are set on the beauty in his anatomy class. Euijoo always tells himself that today will be the day he will talk to her; but always failing when he’s around her. He would reach out to his brothers but knowing they’ll give him shit advice he decides to come up with a game plan to finally talk to the girl of his dreams. But how? Staying up late at his desk, pen in hand staring at the lined paper trying to come up with a way to at least say hi to her. Drawing to a blank he goes to bed, praying to whoever is up there to help him. 

The following day it would appear his prayers would be answered. Entering his Anatomy class the teacher tells them they’ll be changing seats before they start. Euijoo now being desk partners with his crush, thanking the universe as this is finally his chance. But what should he say? What if makes a fool of himself? lost in thought he almost didn’t hear her introducing herself. Euijoo was starstruck as she reached her hand out to shake his. This is finally it; he’s finally talking to her. 

Nakakita Yuma 

Major: Psychology 

Luné Nu Fraternity Position: Chair(Rush Chair/ in charge of the rushing process)/Recruiter 

Hockey Team Position: Wide Midfielder 

Jersey Number: 15

Uhoh, better get prepared as I introduce the prankster of Grey City University also known as Yuma! Yuma is super laid back and known as the class clown. Never really seen doing his work or caring about class but always seemingly being near the top. How does he do it? He never studies, instead opting to party all night long. Is he really just that smart? Despite his questionable grades, he is quite the charmer though. Always being the charismatic guy he was and causing girls' hearts to flutter left and right, along with getting along with pretty much everyone on campus. No one had a problem with him, finding his little pranks and antics endearing. Especially when he decided to skateboard all over the cafeteria while blasting music on his speakers. 

When Yuma decides to make his weekly appearance in his Societal Human Relations class, he gets informed that the semester's project will be assigned. Not being able to choose partners he had no issue with it, as he has the ability to get along with anyone. But what happens when the person he’s assigned to actually hates him? She can’t stand Yuma as he always gets perfect grades despite doing no work, while she remains just average even with all the all nighters she pulls. Fascinated with her hard work and no fun personality, paired with her constant state of annoyance towards him. He finds himself wanting to be around her more and more, telling not only himself but others it’s because she’s just so easy to mess with. But is that really the case?

Asakura Jo 

Major: Fine Arts 

Luné Nu Fraternity Position: Recruiter 

Hockey Team Position: Forwards/Right Winger 

Jersey Number: 43

Hey there? Are you interested in the tall silent type? Well lucky for you because Grey City University has a guy just like that! Meet Jo, a talented painter in the Fine Arts program who keeps to himself, stealing people's attention no matter what he does as he’s just oh too enchanting. Jo here takes his art very seriously as it’s more of a priority for him than anything else in the world. If it wasn’t for his childhood friend Yuma, he actually would have never even thought about joining the Hockey team or Luné Nu Fraternity. Taking that into consideration, no one knows Jo’s true personality minus his brothers. 

Jo, who never shows his true feelings until one day the clumsy girl in his Art: Advance Painting class trips over her feet, accidentally knocking into his table causing the water filled cup to splash everywhere including all over his painting. Jo who’s never felt so much anger in his entire life, instantly growing a distaste for her. Her never being so scared in her life as her eyes make direct contact with his. Convinced she wasn’t looking at the Jo everyone says was a sweetheart but instead the devil himself. Her now terrified to death trying to avoid him as best as she can and him refusing to ever let her near his work. Both hoping they won’t have to interact with one another ever again. Until he is asked by the theater department to help paint their set for the upcoming musical. Walking into the auditorium he instantly locks eyes with the girl who has also been asked to help. Will they both eventually grow to like each other? Or will Jo’s hatred and her fear grow instead. 

Shigeta Harua 

Major: Journalism/Communications

Luné Nu Fraternity Position: Recruiter

Hockey Team Position: Forwards/Left Winger

Jersey Number: 11

Welcoming the adorable bunny-like boy, who loves sweets: Shigeta Harua. 

Harua is the president of the Journalism Club and is a well-known gossip amongst the students at GCU. Always knowing everything about anyone and anything. If you're curious about an event he’s your go to guy as long as you bring a snack for him as an offering. Also having people swoon over his cute appearance and personality they fail to see who this lovable guy really is. Only person who knows his true identity is his best friend who’s vice president of the journalism club. Her being able to see through his act on the first day they met made them click instantly. Even though knowing who he really was, she still found him interesting as hers and his real personality matched perfectly, since they both have a hunger for gossip. Becoming best-friends, they anonymously created a gossip page called “Secrets by Bee and Bunny”. Where they expose people and answer questions sent by their loyal followers. 

Hanging out one day at his dorm, Harua listened to her rant as he went through their email to see what people had sent them. Stopping his scrolling as a mysterious email pops up only saying “I know who you are”. Becoming nervous and filled with anxiety as the possibility of them being exposed they are now forced to go undercover and investigate who sent the unnerving email. Unveiling secrets and truths not only about the school but about each other too.  Filled with uneasy trust and causing newfound questions to arise. Will this make them closer than ever before? Or will it only tear them apart causing heartbreak and destruction. 

Taki (Takayama Riki)

Major: Cinematography and Film/Video Production 

Luné Nu Fraternity Position: Recruiter 

Hockey Team Position: Defense/Wingback

Jersey Number: 6

Hello there! Have you met Taki yet? You probably have but I’ll go ahead and introduce you to him. Here is Taki, the sunshine of the school, always making people's day as he goes around being a little goofball. Even if some people don’t see him as dating material that doesn’t mean they don’t enjoy his presence. Taki loves people, he loves making people smile and laugh and just overall loves making them happy. If he could make someone's day better even with just a simple smile and a “hi” he would do it. The room always lights up when he enters, that’s just how much of a sunshine he is. 

Being in a Film Production class it’s only natural that he’s friends with literally everybody, including the Professor. But as the time of projects starts to roll around the Professor gives them the run down. You must be in a group of five and film a short movie together and finally present it to the class. With everyone wanting to work with Taki, he ends up in a group with Myeong Jaehyun, Anton Lee, and Won Haneul. Taki, noticing something was off, informed the Professor that they were a member short. The Professor then proceeded to call out to the class that if anyone had not found themselves in a group yet that they could join Takis. 

That being said, the girl in the back of the class stood up and made her way to the group. With the group now finally complete Taki noticed something weird about the girl. She was very quiet and never smiled. He wasn’t used to it, making it a point to get to know her and make her day. But his attempt of doing so would fail, as she just wasn’t having it. Curious about the girl who never seemed to smile, Taki decided to make it his personal mission to get her to at least laugh or smile. And that’s when Taki got the brilliant idea of Operation: Happiness. 

Maki (Riki Maus/Hirota Riki)

Major: Cinematography and Film/Video Production 

Luné Nu Fraternity Position: Recruiter/Probationary Member 

Hockey Team Position: Defense/Center Winger

Jersey Number: 14

Looky here everyone! It’s the freshman Maki! Not only is Maki a freshman but he’s also a probationary member of the Luné Nu Fraternity. This means that he has passed the rush, but he still has a time period to prove himself as a valuable member until he becomes an official brother of the fraternity. What does he need to do to become an official brother of Luné Nu Fraternity you ask? Well, it’s simple really, first things first he has to be present and participate with all meetings and events. He has to try and recruit at least five members, and last but not least he has to bring a girl to the party that’s being thrown by both Luné Nu and Soleil. 

Who will Maki choose to take to the party? A girl he just met? Or maybe best friend since middle school? Only issue with the best friend is that they’re actually no longer friends. Having not talked to her after having a falling out in their freshman year in high school. Will she even talk to him now? no need to fear though, it’s just one night. Maki is sure it won’t be that big of a deal to approach her and invite her as his plus one. 

Spotting her in the gymnasium as they shared P.E together he would try to strike up a conversation. Despite it going awkward at first, he would try to crack jokes from their past. Once the conversation starts to smooth over and flow more easily, he found his chance to ask her to the party. Coming as a shock to him though he discovers that his old friend seems to have a grudge against him for something he did in the past. Wracking his brain around not knowing what it was he could have possibly done to her. The time for the party getting shorter, he decides to apologize and rekindle their friendship as a means to become an official Luné Nu brother. Even if it means lying to her. I wonder how she would feel if she found out about Maki's selfish intentions, especially since it’s been bothering her long enough for her to hold such a grudge. 

Guilt creeping up on Maki he tries to actually befriend her. But would she accept him again that easily? 

[kybercrystals94]

Six Weeks (Part 3)

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Rated: T | Words: 917

A/N: Ugh! This chapter has been giving me the run around; however, I wanted to assure you that I haven't given up on this fic...it's just taking longer than I'd like...so I decided to post what I've written so far with the promise that I will get this story wrangled eventually 🥲

In the Rebellion, Omega is a captain. She has rebel fighters under her command and direction. She gives orders and they are followed. She plans missions and carries them out successfully. She is trusted, respected, and capable of any feat given to her. 

On Pabu…

“You better not try to get up while I’m gone,” Crosshair says, arms folded over his chest, eyes narrowed. 

Omega sighs, picking at a loose thread on the hem of Wrecker’s old shirt. “Yeah, so you’ve said. Twice.” 

“Because it’s important that you listen.” 

“AZI said I could walk around on my leg as long as I’m careful,” Omega protests, and she hates that her tone comes out almost whiny. “So did the medics at the base. You guys are making a bigger deal out of this than it is.”

“Humor us then.” Crosshair doesn’t wait for her to snark something back before he walks away. The front door opens and shuts, and she is left in the quiet house by herself. 

Wrecker is down at the docks to buy fresh fish for dinner, and Hunter still hasn’t returned from wherever he disappeared to. Crosshair didn’t say where he was going; however, Omega hopes that it’s to find Hunter. She’d go herself if it weren’t for the overbearing nanny droid that looks suspiciously like an ex-Republic sniper. 

Omega pulls out her data pad and sends Hera a message. You’ll be happy to know that my brothers are being as insufferable as you hoped.

The reply comes a moment later. Good. I better not see you for six weeks.

Yes, sir, Omega types back, hoping Hera reads it with its intended sarcasm. 

That taken care of, Omega tosses her data pad to the other end of the couch and sinks back into cushions. She looks around the main room, searching for things that might have changed while she’s been away; however, it is exactly as she remembers. Her brothers’ valiant attempts at home decor are still scattered throughout the room. Endearing eyesores, Echo had called them once when Omega complained about Wrecker putting up a piece of rusted metal he’d fished out of the sea.  

“He said it’s his favorite shape,” Omega had groaned, laughing. “I don’t even know what that shape is!” 

Hunter had bought a painting from the market that he claimed was abstract art; however, everyone knew that it was just a horribly, awfully painted tooka. Its eyes seemed to follow you around the room, becoming an inside joke: the tooka sees everything. However, Hunter will defend the “art’s” honor to his dying breath. 

Then there was Crosshair’s contribution, which Omega swears he did just because he knew it would annoy her. He collects rocks. Not pretty or unique rocks. Plain, nondescript, ugly rocks. He keeps hanging up shelves to display them on, and he makes them placards to note where they were found and the date.

“Rock.” Found: South Beach, Main Island, Pabu. Date: 15 BBY. 

“Rock.” Found: Left Boot, Main Island, Pabu. Date: 12 BBY. 

Omega does notice that a shelf has been added and a new row of rocks begins to line the plank of wood. She rolls her eyes. Omega decides that she will not give her brother the satisfaction of knowing whether or not she’s noticed. The perfect payback, because she knows he’ll never ask. 

**

“We’ve had worse injuries,” Crosshair says behind him. 

Hunter scoffs, seizing another weed by its base and yanking it out of the ground. “Is that supposed to make me feel better?” 

“No,” Crosshair says, moving to lean against the wall, “just stating a fact.” 

“Appreciate it,” Hunter growls, rummaging through the foliage of the garden for another imposter. 

“I’m surprised you didn’t storm further away from the house.”

“I didn’t storm.” 

Crosshair huffs. “You had us fooled.” 

Hunter sits back on his heels and glares up at his youngest brother. “If you’re out here just to offer commentary, I really don’t need it right now.” 

“Oh, really,” Crosshair drawls. “And what do you need?” 

“I need to not think about it right now,” Hunter bites out, dusting the dirt from his hands. “I don’t want to think about Omega almost dying. I don’t want to think about her putting herself at risk every single day. I don’t want to think about the fact that we aren’t there to protect her because…” 

“We’re old?” Crosshair supplies.

Hunter makes a face. “That’s not why.” 

Crosshair rolls his eyes. “Whatever our reasons are for not fighting, it doesn’t matter…Omega’s made her choice. So don’t think about all that entails right now…because you have no control over any of it anyways. Instead, think about the fact that Omega’s stuck with us for the next six weeks and what we’re going to do with her while she’s in captivity.”

Hunter scoffs, moving to stand up and accepting Crosshair’s outstretched hand when it’s offered. “I forgot how poetic you are.” 

“One of my many talents,” Crosshair says loftily, but he moves his hand to Hunter’s shoulder, gripping it tight. “But I mean it, Hunter. We’re going to put our opinions aside, enjoy the time we have with her. Yeah?” 

Hunter swallows and nods. 

“Good.” 

As they start for the back door, Crosshair asks, “Do you think Omega’s noticed my new shelf of rocks.” 

Hunter grins. “She won’t say if she has.” 

“Brat,” Crosshair grumbles. 

“Says the one who keeps a rock collection just to annoy her,” Hunter says, bumping against Crosshair. 

Crosshair smirks. “A foundless accusation.”

TBC

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[thatsdemko]

I think he knows - g.russell

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requested: n

pairings: George russell x Wolff!fem!reader

warnings: none???

a/n: I’m so sorry the plot is hella slow 🥲 I also really don’t love this fic. feedback is always appreciated x

He got that boyish look that I like in a man

It's like I'm seventeen, nobody understands

he may not have picked it up at first, but it didn’t take him long to notice your eyes lingered on him longer than most.

that when he walked into the garage your whole mood changed, despite how hard you tried to make it not obvious, he knew. or at least, he began to know.

you spend a lot of time together, whether it’s around the paddock, in the hospitality, or at your fathers summer house— which is where you are now.

he’s sipping on a beer, standing next to Toto at the grill, two of them chatting about upcoming races and whatever seems to entertain them. jack bolts in front of you, heading out the back door where he spotted George, “Georgie porgie!” he screams, arms locking around his thin legs.

“who taught you that nickname?” he looks up from the little boy at you shrugging, little blush warming your face.

“you should’ve known to never trust me when you told me that.” you smile softly, your fingers nervously playing with the ends of your hair as you stand with the two listening in on their conversation.

Toto is talking about an important FIA event that the Mercedes team will have to attend, it’s not in anyone’s interests to go, but it’s mandatory and your father marked George for him and a plus one. neither of you know that he did this on purpose. because you see, Toto is like everyone else, tired of seeing his own daughter so madly in love with a boy who’s so oblivious. so yes, he’s willing to push you both towards each other if neither of you will do it yourselves.

“and I’ve got you marked for a plus one.”

you watch George’s eyes widen, they dart between him and susie, who just stepped out onto the porch with a drink for you, “a plus one? when did I ever indicate I had someone?”

Susie’s hand rests against your arm, “well why don’t you just take y/n? that way I can be Toto’s plus one and won’t have to fight for the seat.” she smiles brightly between the two of you, it’s too rehearsed. you notice something was up with their behavior, but George doesn’t.

“that seat can be yours, I’ll just stay home and watch jack.” you look down at the little boy, he’s on the patio wood panel playing with his trucks and formula one cars beside George’s feet.

Toto turns from the grill, shaking his head, “George has an extra seat just go with him.” he pats his driver on the back, and when you go to lock eyes, you notice his have already been on you. it makes your heart nearly skip a beat, how long had he been looking?

“George has to ask me, not have you two do it for him.”

—

all dinner he steals quick glances at you. each time he does, he watches your eyes break from his when he looks up at you. he’s definitely beginning to figure there’s something worth looking at whether it’s behind him or beside him, but it’s when your two drinks in and your eyes stay longer he figures, it’s him.

it’s him you’re looking at the whole time. it’s him you’re fixating on, not begging for him to look your way, just taking in every beautiful feature of his face. like the crease in his smile, the way he laughs, and the way his eyes light up around jack. you pick it all up, you want that of a man. you think there’s no one more perfect than him.

the meals are cleaned off everyone’s plates. Susie and Toto are inside cleaning, leaving you and george to build a fire while jack plays on his swing set.

he brushes past you, heading for the pile of newspapers and throws them at the bottom of the pit, while you stack wood the way your father taught you.

“it’ll be a nice fire?” he looks over at you, watching you struggle with the lighter. he reaches over and presses the button, watching a flame nearly take the ends of your hair. he’s quick to pull your hair behind your shoulders, two of you nervously laughing about the flame.

finally lighting the fire you take a seat next to George, two of you watching the orange and red flames dance around the pit, feeling the breeze of the air pick up.

“I’m going to go grab a sweatshirt, can you watch jack?”

“here just take mine.” he doesn’t give you time to reply, he’s pulling the neckline of the crewneck, it brushes over his dirty blond hair. you watch his t-shirt underneath rise up a little showing off his abs, that he loves to show off all the time, and soon enough the soft material is placed in your lap.

“all yours.” he smiles watching your eyes flicker up from his black t-shirt up to meet his greenish blue ones, you can’t help but lean a little closer when you thank him.

it’s now his turn to watch you throw on his sweatshirt, watching the way you rise a bit out of the chair to throw on the soft cotton material. the way it messes your perfectly curled hair, and how you wrap the material closer against your body, “thanks, Georgie.”

he reaches over, combing some of the strains of your hair out of your face, he feels his own smile pull wider seeing how dilated your pupils were, it’s so obvious. you really do like him, “what do you say, you want to be my plus one?”

“I would love to.”

“I knew you’d say that.”

He got my heartbeat

Skipping down 16th Avenue

Got that, oh! I mean

Wanna see what's under that attitude

Like, I want you, bless my soul

And I ain't gotta tell him

I think he knows

[gashinabts]

On and Off (II) | (m)

Word: 4.1k

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: angst, light smut,

Warnings: Manipulation, light smut, toxic relationship

summary: you and jungkook can't seem to break up.

Part 1 Part 3

a/n: bittersweet ending :,( sowwy… there’s going to be a part three so don’t worry 🤭 listen to the perfect pair - by beabadoobee while writing this🥲

Jungkook wasn’t your first love, he wasn’t your first kiss or first anything. He was just like any other guy you dated that asked you out. So why is it hard for you to let go of him?

His hand is holding your waist as he is talking to Namjoon, the red solo cup your holding is nearly empty. You and Namjoon don’t have a good relationship, he always has smart ass comments for you and you always talk back to him. So you could care less if you were being rude for not participating in the conversation. You wait for Jungkook to stop talking to interrupt the conversation. “ My cup is empty babe,” you hand it to him. Jungkook looks down at you and smile back, “ Thanks,” handing your drink to him. He doesn’t argue back accepting your command. Namjoon gives Jungkook a look and it’s obvious that is annoyance.

Once Jungkook leaves, you maintain eye contact with Namjoon. “ It’s too bad you can’t boss around Jungkook after we graduate?” Namjoon says with a slight smirk. You arch your eyebrow in questioning urging him to continue. “ Oh he didn’t tell? Jungkook and I are going to New York for the paid internship.”

It was surprising to you hear that information, you weren’t aware that Jungkook even applied to an abroad internship. You tried to keep your composure but you failed there’s confusion on your face and Namjoon is amused. “ No he didn’t tell me.”

There’s a fake apologetic look on his face, “ I’m sorry I had to be the one to tell you.”

“ No you’re not…” You tell him straight up. Not in the mood for his antics.

“ Yeah, I’m not,” Namjoon takes another sip and realizes his cup is empty. “ It’s empty…I’m gonna get another one.” He brushes past you heading to the kitchen.

There’s anger swelling in you from Jungkook hiding this information from you. Was he ever going to tell you? Maybe on the day of the flight he would just leave you without saying a word. There’s so many thoughts going in your head that you didn’t even notice that Jungkook returned with your drink. “ Where did Namjoon go?” Jungkook asked while he hands your drink. You stare at Jungkook while he turns his head looking for his friend. Your debating whether to bring it up right now or to wait for him to tell you. Taking a sip of your drink you grimace at the jungle juice, then placing it on the small table that’s among other empty solo cups and beer bottles. He looks back at you with a blank face, “ Is it not to your standards princess?” He sarcastically ask.

“ Yeah it taste like shit,” you reply back. Jungkook laughs and he grabs his cigarettes from his pocket and nods to go outside. He walks in front of you clearing the path of dancing bodies in the party. You reach for his hand and he brings you closer to him. Once your outside you let go of his hand, and stuff them in the pockets of your hoodie trying to warm yourself from the cold. He doesn’t say anything but lights up his cigarette and inhales it. “ Jungkook,” you call his name softly. He turns his head quickly, you rarely call his name in that tone. During sex, yeah. And when you guys are cuddling but not at time like this. “ Why’d you ask me out?”

Jungkook shrugs, “ I thought you were hot.” Rolling your eyes you pinch him and he laughs. His pretty teeth displaying and his nose scrunches at the pain you inflicted. “ Ok ok, I’ll tell you after you tell me why you agreed to go out with me.” He looks at you with interest, you guys never discussed on how everything came to be.

Looking at his eyes you see the sparkle under the moonlight, he has pretty eyes too but you never tell him that. Breaking eye contact you look at the moon itself. “ I just knew I had to say yes. There was something about you that made me feel so sure but unsure. Like if I didn’t say yes I would regret it.” Turning your head you see Jungkook staring at you there’s a hint of surprise like he didn’t expect you to speak so honest.

Jungkook fiddles with his lip ring before speaking, “ I felt like I needed to be yours.” Your heart beats fast at his words and you look away once again. He smokes his cigarette one last time before putting it out, one of his hand holds your cheek guiding your lips to his. Kissing you softly then pulling away. “ Let’s get out of here.”

Clothes were tossed around as Jungkook pushes you against his wall as he lifts you up. Your arms wrap around his neck, your fingers playing with the nape of his hair. “ God, you’re so pretty,” Jungkook tells you looking into you eyes.

“ Yeah?” You tilt your head in questioning. There’s butterflies in your stomach, “ Prettier than the stars ?” You asked.

“ Mmm,” he smiles and nods. “ Prettier than the moon itself,” he playfully bites your neck and you yelp but he kisses it better. Jungkook carries you to his bed carefully placing on the edge of the bed and sitting up while he is standing. You’re the only one who’s half dressed you urge Jungkook to take off his shirt. Hands roaming his chest down his stomach pulling at the jeans, feeling his hard on.

“ I’m the only one who gets you hard like this, right?” You unbutton his jeans slowly and he hurriedly takes them off. Kicking his jeans and underwear somewhere.

“ Yeah, baby,” his hands caress your face, his thumb brushing your bottom lip. “ And these lips are only for me,” he parts your lips and suck on his thumb. His gaze is lustful as he stares down at you as you make innocent eyes at him.

Removing your lips from his thumb, “ Are you just gonna stare at me or fuck me?” Biting his thumb and he smirks. His hand pushes your chest back so you lay on your back, and he quickly pulls your panties off.

“ Can’t you be patient?,” he chuckles. He spreads your legs apart.

“ No,” you say while shaking your head, your foot touches his abs. “ Not when I have you like this,” you looks at his sinful body. You think that gods carved his body, everything from his pretty eyes to his tiny waist. Jungkook gives you a boyish smile at your comment, he doesn’t warn you pushing himself inside you and you both moan at the pleasure.

—-

“ It’s just a hoodie, Y/n.” Jungkook states the obvious. And just like that he makes you more mad.

This morning you see a girl in your lecture seeing Jungkook wearing his hoodie that you bought him. It’s the same girl who made out with him when you guys were on break “ Why the hell does she still have it then. It’s fucking weird,” you point at the girl who’s a couple rows away from you guys.

“ I forgot it at her apartment…” Jungkook wants to slam his head on the table. Everything was going well in your relationship. There hasn’t been an argument in four days ever since you guys had an intimate conversation at the frat party.

You pull your hand from his, “ You went to her apartment? Thought you guys just made out,” you scoff.

“ Yeah we did. I’m serious that’s all that happened,” he speaks truthfully. He sees you nod your head. And he goes back to hold hand and you shake your head. “ Babe…”

“ Go get it.” You look back at him. Lecture hasn’t started the professor hasn’t showed up yet.

“ Huh?” Jungkook ask in confusion.

“ The hoodie, go get it,” you nod your head to the girl who’s talking to her friends about whatever.

Jungkook looks around and notices more students showed up to lecture than usual because of an upcoming exam. He looks at you again and you are serious. Getting up he excuses himself and apologizes as his knees bump into people sitting down. Finally reaching down to Yujin and she looks up smiling and blushing at him. Her friends giggle as they also find Jungkook attractive. “ Uhh, I need my hoodie back,” Jungkook points down to his black Fear of God hoodie. Yujin friends stop giggling and look the other away in embarrassment. While Yujin looks even more embarrassed, there are more people looking at the scene some whispering. She awkwardly gets up and pulls the hoodie off and hands it quickly to Jungkook. He walks back towards you and people stare at him as he sits back down with you.

Yujin friends whisper and she turns her head and makes eye contact with you, quickly she turns her head around. Head lowering down in shame. “ Fuck Y/n, she looked like she was bout to fucking cry,” Jungkook harshly whispers at you.

“ Not my problem. She knew we were back together and she still wore it,” you roll your eyes. You bring your phone to Jungkook and show him the picture of you guys kissing and Yujin liked the picture on Instagram.

Jungkook chuckles, “ You’re fucking brutal,” he shakes his head in disbelief. He’s also embarrassed since he also hears people talking about him from the row behind.

“ Who’s fault is that?” You ask.

- — -

Jungkook moans loudly as you ride him, his hand reaching your waist to make you move faster. But you quickly push them holding them up his head. “ Baby please,” he whines.

“ Did you feel embarrassed?” You ask Jungkook. Riding him slower only grinding on him. “ You looked so embarrassed, it was so funny,” you laugh to yourself. Call yourself cynical but you wanted to punish him in public for making you feel like an idiot.

Jungkook eyes darken, “ What about you, babe? Knowing that another girl was wearing my clothes. That she smells like my cologne the one you bought me,” he tauntingly ask back.

There’s jealousy seeping through your body, “ I don’t care,” you lie and he can read your facade. He lifts his body up and his hands easily go towards your waist.

Jungkook nuzzles into your neck, kissing it, “ But you do care,” he trails on. He thrust into your body and you let him have his way with you. “ I like that you care.” Jungkook kisses you on the lips.

—

Couple days later, Jungkook wakes up earlier than you, he ignores your groans as he disrupts your sleep. “ Y/n, wake up,” he tugs the blanket revealing your naked body. He looks at the time not wanting to be late again because of you. Jungkook planned a date, he already bought the tickets for the Botanical Garden.

“ Why?” Your voice muffles as you stuff your face in the pillow. Last time you checked you didn’t have anything planned for the weekend, you worked yesterday night and was drained from it.

Jungkook gets up putting his boxers on and he opens the drapes and lets more sunlight in. “ We have tickets to the Botanical Garden, I don’t want to be late. You always make us late…”

Your eye twitch in annoyance, “ You didn’t tell me we had plans. If you would’ve told me I would’ve told you to schedule the tickets on Sunday. I’m tired…I had a five hour lab class and worked a shift yesterday.” Your hands bring the blanket over your body eyes falling back to sleep.

Jungkook groans, “ Oh sorry, how inconsiderate of me to not tell you to put me on your schedule.” He gets annoyed as you continue to be in a slumber state.

You felt bad since you guys haven’t been in a date in awhile, “ Okay, just give me thirty minutes more of sleep.” He sighs but lets you sleep more as he gets dressed. Thirty minutes pass and you get up, taking a shower and putting on your makeup. “ Which one is cuter?” You’re still wearing your bra and panties as you hold up two dresses showing Jungkook.

He gives you blank stare, he’s irritated because you take an hour taking a shower and putting your makeup. “ That one,” he chooses the sage color dress. You look at the dress and put it away and choose the lavender color dress instead. “ Why’d you ask for my opinion if your going to choose something else?” Jungkook ask.

“ I liked this one better,” you shrugged putting it on. Your cleavage looks nicer in this dress. He eyes your tits and he pinches his nose not wanting to start anything. “ Doesn’t it look good on me?” You move closer to him and peck his lips.

“ Sure,” he grabs your car keys. He thinks you look really hot but you made him behind schedule so he doesn’t want to compliment you. You hop in the passenger seat and Jungkook looks confused as to why the drivers seat is pushed back, he knows that you sit close to the steering wheel. “ Who drove your car?” Jungkook asked as you scroll on your phone. “ Y/n?” He calls your name for attention.

“ Yoongi, we met after work. He lives in the same apartment building as me,” You put your phone away, giving Jungkook your full attention.

Jungkook eyes widened, “ When were you going to tell me that fucker lives in the same complex as you?” He breaths deeply to calm himself but then notices a faint smell of weed. “ Is that why your tired because you were smoking weed with him?”

You lean your chair backwards relaxing yourself, “ I didn’t know he lived in the same complex as me until like a couple days ago. And we only smoked for like thirty minutes…it was right when you told me you were in my apartment we stopped. I’m also tired because you woke me up at 3 am to fuck me.”

“ Whatever,” he starts the car and drives. He plays the music and hums to yet trying to ease his mind. Jungkook is upset at the fact that you didn’t tell him right away that Yoongi lived close to you. He doesn’t trust Yoongi at all and he’s told multiple times.

“ I’m sorry,” your voice is heard over the music. It’s quiet but Jungkook hears it loud and clear. Jungkook looks at you in slight surprise. You are not one to apologize. One of his hand holds out for you and hold it, he kisses it, holding it the whole time as you reach the destination.

Jungkook takes many pictures of the orchids, roses, and many other flowers with his film camera. He tells you to pose as he also takes pictures of you. He looks really attractive even though he barely puts any effort in his appearance. Right now he’s showing you how to take a picture and you giggle as he gives you stern look when you waste a film when you accidentally took a picture of the ground. “ I want to take a picture of you,” you shoo him away. “ Stand right there,” you point for him to take a picture by the yellow roses.

“ You better take a good picture, babe. Those films aren’t cheap,” he looks at you with a serious expression and you take a picture.

Laughing you tell him to pose again, “ I think your eyes were close. Lemme take another one,” you take another picture and this time he is smiling. He grabs the camera before you can waste anymore films. “ If they are so expensive, why do you always take pictures of me?” You ask curiously.

“ Because I like taking pictures of you,” he says as puts his camera away in his backpack. He wraps an arm around your shoulder.

You hum to yourself, “ Are you going to keep those pictures forever? Even after we go our separate ways?” It’s a thought that runs into your mind, that when you and Jungkook get older and tired of all this fighting, would he completely erase you from his memories.

Jungkook halts his arm falls to his side, “ Jesus Christ, why do you have to ruin the mood, Y/n?” He was having a good time enjoying the serene view and hanging out with you.

You’re wondering if he’s going to come clean about New York.

Turning to face him, “ Jungkook do you honestly see a future for us?” You ask. “ After we become real adults with real careers, do you see me in your life?”

He closes his eyes thinking carefully what he should say. “ I don’t know,” he answers honestly. His voice is detached from reality. Jungkook pushes his hair back and reaches for his pack of cigarettes but remembers he can’t smoke in this area.

There’s a slight drop in your stomach but you’re glad that he told you the truth rather than sugarcoating.“ Is there anything else you want to tell me?” You ask. Jungkook shakes his head and you sigh telling him, “ Let’s go. I’ll drop you off at your apartment.” Walking ahead of Jungkook you notice the flowers look less vibrant than when you first saw them.

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“ Did you guys break up again?,” Mina ask as you guys eat at the campus dining hall. She noticed that you and Jungkook passed each other like you guys were strangers, not glancing at each other.

Pushing the overly salty fries away. “ No…yeah. To be honest I’m not sure.” You lay your head on the table mood drained from all the thinking. “ I wish I was a good person maybe our relationship wouldn’t be so shitty.”

Mina’s hand pats your head, “ Everything will be alright.” You doubt everything will be alright but you believe her for a second. Mina then leaves you alone because she had to go to her next class. Lifting your head up you look across and see Jungkook laughing with his friends. Turning your head you see Yoongi walking towards you and you smile. He has two drinks in his hands.

“ I swear you look more depress each time I see you,” Yoongi comments sitting down while handing you the drink.

Chuckling you take a sip of the iced matcha drink and nod, “ The side effects of college and being in relationship.”

“ Boy trouble again?” Yoongi ask.

“ Unfortunately yes. But I don’t want to talk about it,” you pout.

“ We don’t have to but just know I’m here if you just need to talk about anything,” Yoongi pats your shoulder. You give him a grateful smile. Then you see Jungkook walk towards you and you look away hoping he just walks by but he doesn’t.

Jungkook sits down on the empty seat next to you taking the drink from your hand and throwing it away in the trash can next to the table. Yoongi eyebrow arches and he laughs. “ Dude what’s your problem?” Yoongi asks.

“ You are…stop buying drinks for my girlfriend,” Jungkook tells him. “ It’s so fucking annoying to see you flirt with her.” Yoongi is about to say something but he stops himself when you raise your hand in protest.

“ I’m sorry Yoongi but I’m going to have to talk to you later,” you excuse yourself. Yoongi nods his head and he gets up walking towards the exit. Jungkook stares at you, “ Jungkook what’s wrong with you?” There’s disappointment in your face.

“ No Y/n, you don’t get to look at me like that. Why is it okay for you to act like that but not me? You didn’t like Yujin having my hoodie you made me embarrass her but I can’t toss that fucking drink he gave you. If you want a drink just ask me,” he sighs in frustration.

“ Jungkook I don’t want to ask you for you to buy me drinks. I want you to think of me and then buy me drinks,” you point at the iced matcha in the trash can. “And I’m sorry, I’m so sorry Jungkook that I made you and Yujin embarrassed…I’m sorry for making you get that hoodie that I bought for you,” you get up annoyed grabbing your things and walking out the building.

Jungkook follows you out. “ What the fuck do you want from me Y/n?” Jungkook ask desperately. He reaches out to hold your arm turning your body so you can look at him. “ It’s so hard dating you, it feels like I’m walking on a thin line.”

“ Then let’s stop for reals this time” you say in monotonous voice trying to save face. Not wanting to look hurt by his words. It was going to end eventually so why not air everything out.“ You’re going to New York in two months, you’ll have your fun with girls over there,” you give him a blank face.

Jungkook looks surprised and he lets go of your arm.“ Fuck,” he pushes his hair back in frustration. “ I was going to tell you sooner but I knew if I told you earlier this would end.”

“ So you were just going to wait until the day of your flight and tell me ‘ Hey Y/n I’m going to New York, bye.’” You wanted to know his thought processes, he could’ve told you from the moment he applied for the internship but he didn’t. Maybe things could’ve been different if he told you sooner. Or maybe he just wanted to string you along until he had to face reality. There’s so many questions you want to ask but don’t because you know this relationship was going to end.

“ Yeah…no,” his eyes scrunched in confusion not knowing what to say. “ I’m sorry—”

“ Don’t be,” you shake your head. Apologies weren’t going to fix anything. The uncertainty from you and Jungkook was going to end this relationship regardless.

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Days go by with not communicating with each other. You guys share a lecture together and sit with your other friends and Jungkook does the same. There’s awkward eye contact between you two and you quickly glance away.

The days turn into weeks and you guys pretend that you guys were nothing more than strangers. There’s a suddenness of wanting to reach out to him but you withhold, either stopping yourself from reaching your hand out to his when he’s walking in front of you or tossing your phone on the side of your bed to not text him.

After graduation you see him one last time at a graduation party that Taehyung is hosting. He’s talking to some of his friends and you listen from a good distance hiding behind a wall. Jungkook genuinely sounds happy about going to New York. After a while you walk away and go outside to get fresh air, liking the way everything just becomes still and silent. It only last a few minutes until you hear the slider door open, turning you see Jungkook approaching.

His hands are shoved in his pockets, “ Hey,” he stands next to you.

“ Hi,” you say back. There’s an uncomfortable silence and you anxiously wait for him to say something else.

“ I’m leaving next week,” Jungkook looks at you carefully. “ I’ll be there for two years maybe longer if I decide I like it or new opportunities show up,” he bites his lip nervously playing with his lip ring.

There’s a cold gush of wind that makes you shiver, and you curse yourself for not wearing a sweater. Your hands rub your arms trying to keep yourself warm. “ I never got to tell you but congratulations,” you say sincerely. “ I hope you have great experience…I really mean it. And this will probably be the last time I’ll see you I just want to say—“

“ Y/n…” he interrupts you. His eyes plead for you to stop, he doesn’t want to hear that this will be the last time. There some part of him that hopes you’ll stop him from leaving.

“… I won’t hate you for moving on and forgetting me. I want you to enjoy yourself out there and in the future.” You smile at him and smiles back. Finally making eye contact with each other. “ Just don’t get another relationship with a toxic person like me,” you joke.

Jungkook laughs loudly, eyes scrunching, “ Likewise.” He suddenly pulls off his hoodie and handing it to you noticing how cold you look. You shake your head but he’s relentless and pulls it over your head. His hands push some of the hair strands that fall on your face, figuring this is the last time he’ll touch you like this. “ Y/n, I wish you well too. Don’t go for a guy like an asshole like me.”

You feel his warm hands briefly touch your cheeks, “ Yoongi?” You ask jokingly.

Jungkook playfully side eyes you, “ Anyone but him,” he jokes back. His hands drop by his side and he mentally takes picture of your smiling face underneath the stars. There’s a sudden call for his name from the inside of the party. “ I should get going,” he says and points to the inside. “ Goodbye Y/n.” Jungkook says your name softly taking one last glance at you.

Watching him turn and enter the house you say to yourself “ Goodbye Jungkook.” There’s a heavy feeling that dissipates from your body and smile to yourself.

[bumblebeesfromvenus]

Raindrops falling on my Heart ♡

Leon S. Kennedy x reader

A/N: Well, if that weren't a shitty couple of weeks 🥲 anyway, I am back! The Leon brainrot has been eating at me for months and I finally caved, have some angst! With a happy ending of course, because I have a fragile little heart :) I have some more Leon in my drafts if y'all are interested ;) Enjoy!

~ Fi 🪻

Warnings: talks of alcohol being used as a coping mechanism, badly written fight, potential ooc Leon

Word count: 1.1k

Please don't copy my work! I put a lot of effort and heart into the things I write.

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"You always do this, Leon!" Your voice echoed through your shared apartment. "You know that it's out of my control" He responded, frustrated. You scoffed. "You were gone for three weeks. Three weeks, Leon!" You yelled, tears stinging in your eyes. "I was sat here, for three goddamn weeks wondering whether you were alive or not. One Text. That is all I ask. 'I'm save' or 'I'm okay' that is all I want. I need to know that you're alright." You pleaded.

He was gone for long periods at a time and you were a nervous wreck, tossing and turning at night, hoping, praying that your lover was alive. It was eating away at you, hearing that knock on the door not knowing whether it was Leon finally coming home or his officials to tell you that he didn't make it. It was agonizing, really.

Leon, who previously had his back turned towards you, turned around. "Sure, just let me tell the bad guys to stop shooting at me so I can text you. Also, have a little more faith in me, you know I wouldn't go down that easy." He spat back. He shook his head, scoffing. Making his way to the door, he grabbed his jacket and keys. "Where are you going?" You asked bitterly. "Bar" he replied coldly. "No, Leon! You don't get to walk away from this. You always do and it's solving absolutely nothi-" you were interrupted by the door slamming in your face.

Hot tears were running down your face. You two fought like this almost everytime he came back after weeks of disappearing. It always ended with Leon threatening to leave for the evening but he never did. Until today. He actually left.

Quiet sobs were escaping your mouth. You clutched your heart with both hands to help soothe the pain. Your Relationship was really put to the test with Leon having such a dangerous job. It was obvious he couldn't just stop the whole mission, but there had to be at least 5 minutes between saving the world and kicking ass where he could let you know that he was alive. Why didn't he understand that you loved him?  Why wouldn't he let you love him? "Stubborn son of Bitch..." you mumbled, tears drying on your cheeks.

Leon angrily stomped out of your apartment building. Having shoved his hands deep into his pockets, he stepped out into the pouring rain. He'd be soaked by the time he got to the local bar but he couldn't care less at the moment. He hated fighting with you, especially over something like this, something you have been over a million times. He kept his head down, the cold rain trickling down his neck into his shirt.

The stores, restaurants and buisnesses that lined the street, cast a bright light onto his face as he looked up, searching for the sign of the bar. He was a regular at this point. Coming in, sitting down at the very back in a cozy corner, and then quietly leaving when he had drunk his anger, frustration and pain away.

Looking around, Leon spotted happy couples roaming the streets on either side. Laughing, holding hands, smiling. It made him sick. How dare they pretend to be perfect when he knows for a fact that they aren't. Every couple fights. How dare they be happy. He shot them a bitter look and went on to get into the warm and dry embrace of the bar.

Reaching for the the door he stopped in his tracks when he heard his name being called.

"Leon.." you spoke, arms wrapped around yourself to keep you warm. "Can we talk? Please?"

He turned to face you. You were soaked. Your wet hair clinging to your forehead and your neck, the flimsy jacket you had grabbed in a rush doing little to keep the pouring rain and cold out. What are you doing here, you're going to get sick was the first thought that popped into his head as he saw you. But he didn't say that.

"What? You come here to yell at me again?" He asked, coldly. You took a couple of steps towards him. "No, I.." you sighed "I love you, Leon. And I care about you. I worry for you. But you just go on your missions thinking you have nothing to lose and no one that cares about you." Tears were starting to roll down your cheeks.

"But I do! I care. You have something to lose. Us. Everything we've been through. Every fight, every sleepless night, every kiss. I just don't understand why you won't you let me love you. You own my heart and take up my every thought. You're the love of my life, Leon. You're my world, my everything. I wouldn't know what to do with myself if anything happened to you. You are loved. I love you. Isn't that enough for you to not storm into every situation recklessly and put your life on the line for-" you were cut off by Leon pressing your head against his chest. Wrapping your arms around his waist, you let all your emotions spill out. Leon stayed quiet as you sobbed into his shirt, your tears mixing with the rain.

"I'm so sorry, Sweetheart" he whispered, you could hear the tremble in his voice. Pulling away from the embrace, you looked at him, seeing the faintest hint of tears in the corner of his eyes. you reached to his face and cupped his cheek gently.

"You deserve to be loved, Leon. Please understand that. You don't have to earn love or prove yourself worthy of it. Being you is enough. I love you." You sniffled, stroking his cheekbone with your thumb. Leon leaned into your touch, placing his hand on yours and pressing it closer to his face. "I-.. Thank you. I love you too. So much." he sighed, a tear escaping his eye.

You gave him a soft, sad smile and carefully brushed the tear aside. "No more fighting, okay?"

"Okay. Let's go home, baby. I think Bingo's on tonight" he grinned at you, placing a sweet kiss to your lips. You two walked home in the cold rain, your hand clutched tightly in Leons.

After a much needed hot shower you were now both cuddled up on the couch, watching your favorite show but basically talking and laughing through the whole thing. You'd missed nights like these with Leon, the cuddling, the loving, the talking. You'd grown distant the last couple of months due to the frequent arguments. But now, all was well and you later fell asleep in Leons loving arms.

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[tr-mha-fan]

Hii! I'm not sure if your requests are open or not, forgive me if they're not😓, I just wanted to request angst if it's alright!

So let's say Kazutora and Fem!Reader live together as soon-to-be-married couple. Whereas the reader is very excited and happy to be married, Kazutora is kinda scared? Yes he's happy too but he genuinely doesn't believe that he'd be good husband and is afraid to turn out the way his dad is because yk "abused becomes abuser". And when reader went in his room and hugged him, he just pushed her back because he was having panic attack. I'm so sorry if it's a bit too specific!! Take your time tho!

This request made my day, thank you!!😭 😭Angst is my favorite genre 😈 and Kazutora my fav character, you literally asked for the perfect request!

I love the idea, too! Him pushing her away out of fear breaks my heart 🥲

🥀Abused Becomes Abuser, Right?🥀

Pairing: Kazutora Hanemiya x female Reader

Warnings: mentions of past domestic abuse, trauma, panic attack, crying. This will have a sad ending (hurt/no comfort) but I MIGHT write an alternate happy ending later.

Authors note: as I was writing this, Senju got autocorrected to Sanji 😭

Authors note 2: I didn't know if you wanted them to have separate rooms or a shared bedroom, so I chose shared, I hope that's alright!!

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Laughs filled the living room as everybody was having a "meeting" in Draken and Emma's home. Everybody was smiling, excited to be planning another wedding, not even three months after Takemichi and Hinata got married.

As Mikey was happily chattering with Draken about something, Keisuke was grumbling about how all his friends were married, or close to it, while he's still single as hell.

Kazutora's eyes drifted from the two ravenettes, making their way to where you were sitting with Hinata, Emma, Yuzuha, and Senju, planning what colors their dresses should be, as they were your bridesmaids. Your eyes shined with joy, just imaging the day you would be getting married to your fiancee. Usually, Kazutora would have smiled at your eagerness, but he couldn't help but feel.... Scared.

He loved Y/N with all his heart, but the intrusive thoughts always found a way into his thinking process.

What if you hurt her? They do say 'The apple doesn't fall far from the tree'.

You're that man's son, you're just like him.

You'll hurt her just like your father did to your mother.

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Later that night, as you were making yourself a midnight snack in the kitchen, you noticed that Kazutora had taken a while too long in the bath.

"Maybe he already went to sleep? But...he'd usually come say 'goodnight'. I should go check up on him." Silently, you made your way to the bedroom, but before you could reach for the door handle, you heard sniffles coming from the other side.

'Is he...crying?'

You hesitated at first, not knowing whether you should go in, or leave him alone for the time-being. After a few seconds of silent conflict, you lightly knocked on the door.

No answer.

Reaching for the doorknob and twisting it, you pushed the door open and peeked into the room.

Kazutora was sitting on the edge of your shared bed, and although you couldn't exactly see his face from where you stood, you could tell he was crying.

"Tora...?" Your voice seemed to have no impact on the man, as he was in his own world.

'Is he having a panic attack?' You hadn't seen one in real life before, and you definitely didn't know how to deal with one. You could call a friend, 'but then again, that might make Tora feel worse.'

Taking a few steps forward, you lightly put your hand on Kazutora's shoulder, making him flinch. He looked up at you, tears in his eyes, breathing heavy. Not knowing what to do, you tried to pull the long haired male into a hug, an effort to calm him down.

But, no. That backfired.

Feeling your arms around him only made him feel trapped. He felt helpless. He didn't know why, but it did. And so, he did the only thing that came to mind. He pushed you away.

It was too hard, you only stumbled back a little....but it sure did break your heart.

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I know this is a bad place to end it, but I don't know how to continue 😓

Anyways, I'm super sorry for being so late!! I was planning on finishing and posting this on Monday, but things happened! Again, super sorry!

Honestly, this feels all over the place, it's a total mess. I could have done better......(I'm not even going to hope you like it since it's honestly awful)

Kazutora out! 🐯