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cxrrodedcoffin · 5 months ago

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Nightvisions - Spencer Reid

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Summary: This is part 2 to Dead of Night, Reader and Spencer face the fallout of an intense first sexual encounter, which leads to a second one.

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: i’m overjoyed by the positive response to ‘dead of night’ and i’m a woman of the people so despite my lack of plan to do a part 2, i wrote one anyway, and this is it! tbh i’m not too sure how i feel about this but i had fun writing it anyway ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

TW: pervert!spencer, dom!spencer, angst, established relationships, confession of feelings, semi-public sex, noise control, hair pulling, spit, oral sex (reader receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it b4 you tap it), penetration, creampie, panty stealing, references to knifeplay, slight biting, hickey (kinda?) pet names (angel), fem + afab reader, happy ending

Rating: R, 18+

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As the work day dragged on you could feel your initial shock and intrigue twist into an anger that burned in the pit of your stomach. Every glance Spencer took at you from his desk across the bullpen made your blood pressure spike, unable to properly focus on the paperwork you had been working through for the better half of the day. Your mind kept drifting, trying to rationalize his potential motives, but the more the thought stirred in your mind the less you could justify it to yourself. You had to hear it directly from him, as soon as possible.

“Spencer, can I get your input on something?” You called him over to your desk, masking the frustration in your voice. He scrambled to his feet, eager to be close to you again for the first time since this morning. He leaned over your desk, glancing at the paperwork in front of you.

“How can I help?”

You pointed to an insignificant line of text as you leaned forward, bringing your mouth inches from his ear.

“Meet me in the conference room in 5 minutes.” You whispered, watching as he gulped and nodded.

“That should be good.” He said as a cover, hoping not to draw suspicion to the two of you before returning to his desk.

You grabbed a file for show and walked to the conference room, checking that the blinds were pulled down over the windows overlooking the bullpen. The minutes ticked by agonizingly slow, starting to pace to keep yourself occupied as you waited for him.

Moments later there came a gentle knock at the door before Spencer slowly opened it, dipping quickly in and locking the door behind him. A short silence hung in the air until your emotions got the better of you, his soft expression causing tears to well up in your eyes.

“How? Why?” You blurted out, a mix of confusion, exhaustion, and desperation playing out in your features. He took a step toward you and you took a step back, keeping distance between you. If he touched you, you might break, shatter into a million pieces and never be put back together.

“Please just let me explain.” His tone held such strong desperation that you almost forgot how betrayed you felt. You wiped a tear from your cheek, crossing your arms over your chest as you leaned against the wall, waiting.

“You left your profile up on your computer one night and I couldn’t help myself, I wanted to give you everything you’ve ever wanted, I always have.” He took a deep breath, for once careful to articulate his words as he watched your expression carefully, searching for any sign of forgiveness.

“I know it was wrong, but I never thought I’d stand a chance with a woman like you if I went about it the traditional way. I never intended on hurting you, but I clearly have, and doing so is the biggest regret of my life.” You wanted to believe him, he seemed so earnest, but the doubt was eating you alive by the second. What if it was all an act? Was the connection you felt that night built on lies?

“Was everything you said in our chats a lie just to sleep with me?” You kept a straight face, fighting back more tears to keep your composure. You couldn’t let him know how badly you were hurt, not if he didn’t mean it.

“Oh god no, angel, everything I said was the truth.” He grew more frantic, nervously stretching his fingers as he fought the urge to step toward you again. He just wanted to hold you, to comfort you in the simplest way he knew how, but he couldn’t do anything that might make you more uncomfortable.

“Don’t call me that.” You snapped, still too frustrated with him at the moment to deal with your feelings for him. He nodded, keeping his mouth shut to resist the urge to ramble on and on about what he felt for you.

“I’m not sure I believe you Spencer, I just don’t know if I can trust you anymore.” Your voice cracked, biting the inside of your lip as you watched his face drop.

“You can.” He weighed the risk and took a step closer to you again, and you didn’t move away from him this time.

“How do I know that?”

“I’m in love with you.”

It was the most confident he’d been all day, his voice unwavering with every word.

“Don’t say that if you don’t mean it.” Tears threatened your waterline once more, hanging on his every movement as you tried to read him.

“I do mean it, I’ve known from the first time we spent 2 hours talking nonstop on the jet. No one has ever seen me the way that you do.” His eyes were glassy with tears and your heart began to melt, dropping your arms to your sides and finally closing the gap between you.

“Why didn’t you just tell me?” You took his hand in yours, your thumb swiping over the veins on the back of his hand.

“I didn’t know if you felt the same.” He sighed, averting his gaze from yours.

“I do.” You confirmed, squeezing his hand. He looked at you once more, the tension between you practically suffocating.

He leaned into you, his face dangerously close to yours as he searched your eyes for any lingering apprehension, but there was none to be found. He took a leap of faith, hoping he was reading you right as his lips met yours, his hand cupping the side of your face. You melted into the kiss, allowing him to guide your mouth against his. Your skin grew hot, your hands gripping the front of his shirt as his actions grew more intense, his lips pushing almost bruisingly hard against yours.

His hands moved lower, ghosting down your sides, the slight pressure against your healing cuts from the night before making you shiver. He finally reached the hem of your skirt, slowly hiking the fabric up your thighs. You pulled your mouth away from his, panting for a moment in hopes of catching your breath once more.

“Spencer, we can’t.” You sighed, meeting his hungry gaze.

“We can if we’re careful.” He countered, pushing you gently back until your hips bumped against the large circular table in the center of the room.

“What if someone hears? If we get caught we could lose our jobs.” The rational part of your brain seemed to be dueling with your primal urges, your body betraying your mind as the thought of getting caught only made the wetness between your thighs grow more intense.

“Then you better be quiet.” He whispered, his large hands gripping your hips as he spun you around, bending you over the edge of the conference table. He dropped to his knees, pushing your skirt up the rest of the way to bunch around your hips, humming to himself as he admired your perfect ass. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties, slowly sliding them over the curve of your hips and down your legs before pocketing the lacy fabric.

You whined, wiggling your hips back to urge him on.

“Be patient.” He laughed, his voice low. You didn’t have to wait long, his head dipping between your thighs to find your waiting pussy. His strong grip kept your thighs spread as his tongue delved between your folds, quickly giving ample attention to your swollen clit. He was hungry, plush lips drinking in your arousal with every extended lap of his tongue, practically suffocating himself as his nose brushed against your weeping entrance.

You brought your hand to your mouth, biting your wrist to stifle your whimpers as you rocked back against him, indulging in the way he devoured you. He moaned against you, muffled vibrations sending shockwaves through your body, your clit growing more and more sensitive by the second. You were starting to get desperate, riding his face until the table underneath you began to squeak with every rock of your hips. Spencer suddenly pulled away, sitting back on his calves.

“Your desperation is going to get us caught.” He brought his hand between your legs, fingers massaging your clit for a split second before rearing back and slapping against it, causing you to jolt forward. You yelped, a bit louder than you intended from the shock of it, and you swallowed nervously, anticipating his next move.

He rose to his feet, his clothed hips pushing against your bare ass as he gripped your hair in his fist, firmly pulling you upright. You bit your lip to hide your moan, letting him guide your every step as he pulled you across the room, finally pressing your back against the wall.

“Spencer, please.” You sounded more pathetic than you intended but the way his mouth felt on you got you beyond worked up, and in that moment you felt like you needed him inside you more than you needed air.

“Are you going to be quiet?” He questioned, his hand resting on his belt buckle as he waited for an answer.

“Yes, I’ll be good, I promise.” You looked up at him, giving your best doe-eyed look as you began unbuttoning your blouse. He began to undo his belt, letting his pants and briefs fall to his ankles as he held out his hand in front of you.

“Spit.” He commanded, the dominant side of him coming out more with every sweet sound that left your lips. You did as you were told, spitting in his hand to provide a bit of lubricant for him to stroke his cock, fully preparing himself to enter you.

You were mesmerized, unable to look away from the way his shirt rode up his torso, toned but slender stomach flexing with each movement of his hand, his hair falling messily in his flushed face, a thin layer of sweat forming on his skin. You pulled the cups of your bra down, toying with your nipples as you enjoyed the show, feeling like you were watching the most intimate sex tape you’d ever seen.

“Are you ready?” His voice snapped you out of your trance, blood rushing to your cheeks in embarrassment over how desperate you were for him. You nodded frantically, draping your arms behind his neck, pulling him to you. You raised your leg, wrapping it around his waist, looking down between your chests to watch him lineup his cock with your cunt. He pushed the head in, cutting off the gasp that threatened to rip from your throat as he pulled you into another intense kiss.

He sank fully into your tight walls, the soreness you felt from the night before melting away with every stroke he laid into you. You moaned into his mouth, eyes fluttering shut as you allowed him to take the reins, his controlling grip digging soft bruises into the flesh of your breasts, then your hip, electricity flowing between the two of you. You pulled away from the kiss, coming up for air, so lost in the feeling that you couldn’t make out any coherent sounds, only gentle whimpers and whines.

“You feel so good.” He moaned quietly, quickening his pace, his hand sliding between your bodies to find your clit, the rough pad of his thumb pressing firm swipes up and down over the swollen bundle of nerves. Your whimpers grew louder, and despite your hazy state, you knew you had to quiet yourself quickly. You pulled him closer, burying your face in the side of his neck, your lips latching onto the soft skin behind his ear.

A groan rose from the back of his throat, your mouth sucking against his pressure point pulling him dangerously close to his release. You swore you were seeing stars, supernovas erupting between your thighs as you started to contract around him, your senses overwhelmed with his touch, crying out against his neck. Your knee began to buckle, your leg almost giving out if it wasn’t for his firm hold on your hip. He continued to pump in and out, helping you ride out your orgasm until you had gained a bit more of your composure, able to support yourself again despite how fucked out you felt.

Spencer felt himself falter and anchored his hips against yours, keeping himself seated within your warm walls as they coaxed him to completion. He quietly moaned your name, his head hung to observe the view of himself pulling out of you. You dropped your leg, still in a daze as you began righting your clothing. After you redid the last button of your top and yanked your skirt back down over your ass, you realized you couldn’t find your underwear.

“Looking for something?” He questioned, that familiar dorky smile plastered across his face. You turned to face him, seeing the lace dangling from his fingertip, but as you grabbed for it he pulled it out of reach.

“These are mine now.” He shoved the fabric back in his back pocket before you could attempt to steal them back again.

“Spencer, your cum is dripping down my leg, I kind of need those.” You took a stride toward him to close the gap between you, hoping to wrap your arm around his waist and take them out of his pocket. Your plan was quickly foiled as he grabbed your wrist, pinning it behind your back.

“You better keep your legs closed then, I’m not giving them back.” He whispered in your ear, his tone low but hinted with mischief.

“Whatever, pervert.” You pulled out of his grip, starting to walk toward the door. Your slight annoyance with his teasing quickly faded, unable to deny that walking back out into the bullpen full of Spencer’s cum was an incredibly hot concept.

“What does that make you, then?” He laughed, running his hand through his hair to make it somewhat presentable.

“An angel, according to you.” You turned back to him momentarily to wink in his direction, giving him a comfortable resolution to your slight outburst earlier.

“Can I see you again? Outside of work, I-I mean.” He slightly stumbled over his words, his dominant demeanor fading back into his signature awkward cadence, clearly a bit flustered by your tongue-in-cheek show of affection. You almost laughed, the question feeling a bit absurd given that you’d both just confessed your feelings for one another in more ways than one.

“Take me out to dinner tonight, I’ll be ready by 6. You have my address.” You smiled, watching a blush rise over his cheeks in response to your callback before unlocking the conference room door and returning to your desk to finish out the workday, eagerly awaiting your first real date with Spencer.

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tag list: @pleasantwitchgarden @lover-of-books-and-tea @theoraekenslover @placidus

DM me or send me an ask if you’d like to be added to my spencer reid taglist :)

also tagging those who requested a part 2, thank you for the inspo!: @silver138 @espressoparis @futuremrsreid @charmedkim @lilcuutiee @cryxbabyxxx @c1rcus-baby

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srrynrk · 6 months ago

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⋆. 𐙚 ˚ streamer hc's ! . . . ( 西村力 )

— pairing: 西村力 x reader — contains: fluff — now playing: 一子青葉

Bro's definitely the type to stream for shits and giggles

Like yeah he likes streaming but he never takes anything srsly

Probably streams Genshin or overwatch, perhaps the occasional fortnite if Jake begs him enough to play

The first time he introduced you on stream was most likely an accident... Like you brought him food, not knowing he was streaming and he was just like "You guys thought i was single but I'm not cause I'm super hot and cool and have a super hot and cool girlfriend"

Fan's loved you obviously, and since they loved you so much he decided to keep having you on stream and videos

Honestly, he wanted to introduce you sooner but didn't get the chance to talk to you ab it, was kinda worried you wouldn't be up for it

Very relieved (and very happy) when you said you wanted to do more stuff with him

He started doing date vlogs

He didnt record all of your guys' dates cause he wants at least a little privacy, especially on more romantic dates

but def records the silly dates like going to the arcade or sum

If he's feeling clingy and you want to be in stream he'll have you just chill on his lap as he plays

Streamings probably one of the only places he's ok with pda...

especially because of all the girls that flirt with him in chat LMFAO

Most definitely jumped with excitement when you asked to do a baking stream with him

You guys baked strawberry - choco muffins one time and he got flour literally everywhere... naturally he put some in your hair and on your face which started a dual while the muffins were baking

Fans would always comment on how soft he is for you, especially compared to how he usually acts

he def gets all flustered and tells you to ignore chat cause they 'don't know what they're talking ab'

Niki's not a very clingy person when in front of other people but on stream he'll put his head on your shoulder (if your on his lap) or he'll let you play with his hair and hold his face in your hands just mindlessly

The main reason he's okay with it on stream is cause he sees all the comments flirting with you and so he'll smirk every time you kiss his head or call him baby

After awhile of being in his content, you'd get flirty comments on insta and shit and he would ALWAYS be the first to be like "that's my gf" with 13 heart eye emojis or he'd fight with the other dudes in the comments

If you lose the 50/50 for a character you wanted on your acc, he'd grind to get it on his acc since you play on his acc most of the time anyway

his genshin acc is practically just a farming ground for all the cute characters he knows you want

100% streamed for like a solid 5 hours trying to get kokomi for you... lost the 50/50 and so he whaled and just bought enough primos to get her

he loves showing you off on stream

And he most definitely loves having you in his content but if you were to get even one hateful comment or gross dm he'd immediately take down everything with you in it

even if you said he didn't need to

He loves you and is in no way going to let you be harassed and insulted online like that

Probably streams an explanation after fans asked ab you in every single stream

"She is NOT coming back till yall stop acting like incels"

and he is VERY srs ab it

doesnt even let you show your face once until he's sure you won't get any insults or anything

would eventually bring you back but would have a very long talk with his fans beforehand ab how they need to be on their best behavior

tldr; he loves you very much, he loves having you in his content, would totes let you take over stream whenever you wanted, would delete all his content and acc's in an instant if you asked him to for any reason, just completely whipped for you and its obvious

@ featki

#enhypen #enhypen niki #nishimura riki #enhypen riki #niki #riki x reader #nishimura niki #nishimura x reader #riki nishimura #riki #niki enhypen #niki fluff #niki x reader #taiyaakii ⭑.ᐟ

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luvfy0dor · 9 months ago

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Heyy, I was thinking about a concept with Fyodor (or whoever from BSD) having a streamer bf, but like, one of -those- streamers where every word they say can be quite questionable (in a “good” way/ironically). For some reason it amuses me to imagine it with Fyodor and Reader occasionally teasing him, calling him their ‘discord kitten’ or streaming for 5 hours (or more lol) saying nonsenses or playing video games instead of paying attention to Fyodor. What do you think?

“Get Off The Game ♡⁠˖” BSD x GN!Reader ੈ✩‧₊˚

╰┈➤ Fyodor Dostoevsky, Dazai Osamu

Warnings;

Description; BSD men with a streamer!reader

A/n; these are in headcannon form, I hope that's alright!!! I think Dazai or Nikolai would be a better person to have this occupation w so I also did headcannons for one of them

Fyodor Dostoevsky ★

• Fyodor thinks it's stupid at first, but when he realized you made money from it he learned to tolerate it. He wasn't too fond of the noise, though.

• I don't think he was too fond of the nickname 'discord kitten', always raising an eyebrow when he's called that, he also strongly dislikes brainrot cause what do you mean you're so sigma? No you're not, you're y/n. That's unrelated, but I thought I'd add that in there.

• "A discord what? Kitten? What even is that? I am nothing of the such."

• Catch him dead before he makes an appearance on camera, he much prefers to keep his business private. He doesn't mind you talking about him though, he loves that. He loves that people know you're already taken by him and that all those losers in your chat don't have a chance with you.

• Sometimes he'll watch your streams from a different room in attempt to understand your work and the art of gaming. He enjoys when you play horror games, especially the ones that get you thinking. He sometimes finds your facial expressions when you get jumpscared funnier than anything else in the stream.

• When it comes to the duration of your streams, Fyodor can entertain himself for as long as you need him to, but he can't help but feel like he'd rather be spending that time with you every now and again.

• He usually just takes the time to work on his DOA stuff, and occasionally he'll get so lost in it that he doesn't even realized you've finished with your stream and whenever that happens, you make some tea and go to fetch him to spend some quality time together, whether it's you laying in his lap while you both read a book or having a conversation about whatever comes to mind

Dazai Osamu ★

• Dazai is your #1 supporter since day one. There's a conversation going on about content creators? He's immediately bringing you up. You need new items for your set up? He's manifesting that said items go on sale ASAP!

• Oh my god, and he LOVES it when you get recognized in public. He's very prideful of you and likes that it's only him and a select group of people that get to see the real you outside of the camera frame.

• He, unlike Fyodor, does have an issue with the long hours, so he busies himself with the ADA and otherwise to keep himself from walking in and talking your ear off while you play your games for umpteen thousand people.

• He doesn't despise being called a discord kitten, but it does confuse him a little bit. But whatever, as long as you have 'my' in front of any name he doesn't care.

• Dazai watches your old streams when he's bored and can't help but giggle at the out of pocket or questionable things you say. He likes to watch the compilations of you on YouTube, too.

• Sometimes he'll quote you out of the blue.

• He doesn't like people trying to flirt with you or talk to you on the Internet as any partner wouldn't, so he is in the comment section of every post reading through individual comments. Type guy to see '❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥' comments on your posts and reply '🧯🧯🧯'

• All in all, Dazai is well received by your fanbase, especially the ones who don't try to romance you and are normal. They think he's funny and a good match for you.

A/n; I hope it wasn't to short!!! I thought it was a cutsey idea, I think Nikolai would be pretty similar to Dazai in this scemario.

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elliespuns · 5 months ago

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Do you have any headcannons about ellie and jesse’s friendship? I love hearing about how other people perceive their friendship. Me personally i think that ellie and jesse were besties😗

Ellie and Jesse are definitely besties. I feel like Ellie felt comfortable talking to Jesse (mostly because of his clown attitude in some situations, such as when she came out with kissing Dina and he made fun of it instead of giving her a hard time). That's also maybe why she trusted him enough to confirm that Dina was pregnant. I don't believe that if she didn't feel really close to him, she wouldn't rather choose to avoid the question or to lie.

Ellie and Jesse headcanons:

1.) When Ellie and Jesse were both teenagers, they would lowkey compete with each other for Dina's attention (unaware of doing so).

2.) Jesse visiting Ellie to play video games together. I don't believe that girl played games alone. Dina would probably be present too, since I think most of the time they were a love triangle (again, totally unaware of it).

3.) As teens, Jesse would tease Ellie a lot. In the most ridiculous, childish way. Ellie would be sitting in the commune cafeteria, chatting with Dina, and he'd sneak behind her to steal her sandwich and run away with a stupid laugh. I love imagining all Ellie's possible reactions. Dina would be smacking him later.

4.) Jesse would borrow Ellie's music, forgetting to give it back to her, sometimes even losing the CDs she lent him, driving her mad.

5.) The first time Ellie got drunk was unintentional because Jesse brought vodka to a campfire party to spike the homemade punch.

6.) Ellie teaching Jesse how to shoot a bow, picking up on him for being bad at it every chance she gets. Especially when playing darts. "If these aren't the bow skills you don't have."

7.) Teenager Jesse probably found a way to Ellie through the comic books he owned. Ellie would find out about his collection after Dina brought her along to spend time playing poker in his room.

8.) Ellie loves when Jesse tells stories. He's good at making up and narrating scary ones.

9.) Ellie knows Jesse likes Golden Girls and can't let that go. Jesse's reaction would always be the same, "But Dorothy is so cool."

#the last of us #tlou #ellie and jesse #ellie williams #ellie tlou #jesse tlou #the last of us game #tlou game #the last of us part 2 #tlou headcanons #elliespuns answers

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muldermuse · 11 months ago

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Happy Valentine's (Gator Tillman X F!Reader)

Glenda plans a Valentine's evening for her and Gator. He has other plans.

Warnings: this is written from Glenda's POV at first so is more angsty than usual. as aforementioned, reader and gator are t e r r i b l e people. infidelity as always. i used the upsetting gift narrative from love actually (im so sorry). nsfw!!! mdni!!! no explicit smut written but heavily suggested at. unhappy ending- sorry my loves.

this is the song from the end 🫶

as always, part of the two sinners world ❤️

The table had been ready since 2pm, and finishing touches had been added all day but the table just began to look more cluttered with pink. Glenda had added homemade cupcakes and macaroons as well as a variety of photos of her and Gator. The usually drab and beige-colored dining room had been transformed into something from an awful teenage rom-com. Pink heart balloons floated up to the ceiling with hundreds of rose petals covering the stained wooden floor. Roy had gone out of town so Glenda had taken the full day to make the ranch a romantic paradise to celebrate the 14th February. This was the couple’s third Valentine’s Day and Glenda was sure that Gator was going to propose tonight, well, Roy had hinted as much.

Glenda had dressed herself in her white newest cardigan with a muted pink dress underneath. She wore the perfume that Gator seemed to acknowledge more and spent more time than usual pushing her blonde hair from her face. She’d bought Gator a new wallet, his name precisely sewn in by luxurious thread and a bottle of his favourite whiskey with a crystal tumbler with his name engraved. Gator had no idea about the gifts but Glenda had a rough idea of what Gator had bought her. To Glenda, Gator was great at many things but discretion was not one of them. Maybe Gator wanted Glenda to know? She couldn’t look inside, it wouldn’t be very Christian of her but she could at least admire the bag. It was a boutique just outside of town, they sold bespoke jewellery as well as some lingerie but Glenda and her girlfriends always averted their eyes at that. Since seeing the bag, Glenda had spent nearly every day looking in the store, trying to figure out what her complex boyfriend might have got her. Maybe a necklace? Maybe some undergarments? Maybe her engagement ring had been in this very store?

She couldn’t wait for him to get home.

Glenda had no idea that you’d been texting Gator all day and he was planning on spending the full night with you.

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The helium from the balloons seeped out without Glenda noticing. The non alcoholic sparkling wine, which was chilled, was now lukewarm. The Etta James record had stopped spinning, she’d restarted it after it played out every time but for the last two hours, she just listened to noise of the cattle outside. Gator’s phone was going straight to answer phone, he’d text her a few hours ago that he would be home soon. It was now just after 9. He finished work at 5. Where was he?

The sky above was black and looked starless.

There was nothing shining down on her tonight.

Every light outside was the brightest she’d ever seen. Did Gator’s patrol car have bright lights? How had she never noticed this? She’d called reception at the station and Amy had the same tone of voice as she usually did when Glenda routinely made this call.

“Has he not come home again?”

“I swear Glenda, he left right on time- no reports of any collisions so it should’ve been a smooth run”

“You need to have a chat with him Glenda, this isn’t fair- talk to his daddy. He’ll beat it outta him”

Glenda wasn’t sure if she had suspicions about Gator or not. She honestly wouldn’t allow herself to even consider it, he would never do anything. What would he even be doing? He could’ve been at the bar with an old school buddy or maybe he’s back at the shooting range. His job was so stressful, he needed chance to unwind and how could she deprive him of that?

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Gator came round to you as soon as he finished work, you heard the tyres squeal as he braked with force from the speed of his patrol car racing down your suburban street. You’d been teasing him all day, sending lingerie pics from as early as 10 this morning.

[sent at 10:32] You: ok, so i think my boobs look amazing in this

[sent at 10:32] You: image attached

[sent at 10:33] You: but my ass looks unreal in this- right???

[sent at 10:33] You: image attached

[recieved at 10:35] Gator🐍💩: got a lonnnnnng fuckin day ahead- don’t do this

[sent at 11:04] You: ur my valentine right???? i bought this just for u :(

[sent at 11:05] You: image attached

[recieved at 11:56] Gator🐍💩: make sure the doors unlocked at 5. cya then. b good.

He tried to hide the smirk from his face as he text Glenda he’d be home late.

You’d chosen your new lingerie set for him, it was baby pink and had dark hearts sewn in. Your hair was half up half down and slightly curled with a pink bow firmly secured with pins. You looked amazing, you had to admit that it was some of your best work. You’d poured a big glass of whiskey for Gator and left it on the cabinet next to your bedroom door. He’d love that little touch.

The pink tapered candles fluttered and the miscellaneous sexy playlist hummed through the speakers. As soon as you heard Gator slam your front door, you’d arched your back so the first thing he saw when he entered would be your ‘please fuck me’ eyes and the second would be your ass positioned high in the air. You smirked in anticipation.

“Fuckin’ hell baby- tha’s a sight for sore eyes” Gator swallowed half the whiskey in one gulp. He hissed as the liquid slid down his parched throat.

“You like your present?” remaining in your arched position, you shook your ass at him and smiled hearing him groan in response

He slammed the glass down; now empty after one final sip. He sneered at you as his eyes followed yours, he loved you like this, so pretty and complaint. He gripped your hair in his fist and pulled you up to his face; you could smell the heat of the whiskey on his tongue.

��Y’wanna know what I want for my present baby?” his grip tightened in your perfectly pruned hair, and your eyes rounded in response, prompting an answer.

“I want you to be a good girl f’me, all night long” his other hand clasped around your chin, tilting your lips up to his. The caliber of kiss was synonymous with Gator: it was rough, passionate, and filled with a desperate desire for control. His tongue slid against yours and you could now taste the spice of the whiskey on his tongue, along with the artificial taste of whatever disgusting vape he’d been sucking all day. Spit trailed between your lips as you pulled away.

“M’gonna be good, Sir- all night, I promise”

He mumbled a final "good girl" against your lips, kissed you quick, and pushed you back against your cream coloured linen. His ravenous eyes never left yours as he pulled his belt out of its loops, “s’gonna be a long night for you, baby”

***

You must have dozed off on his chest, you awoke to the feeling of his heart pumping and the sound of him taking a drag on some god awful vape. God, he irritated you so much. Your throat felt sore, presumably a mix of Gator’s strong hand wrapped around it and how much of the evening you’d spent crying out his name in pleasure. He smelt of sex- the whole room did. The bedsheets long forgotten as they kept getting in the way of the two of you trying to fuck each other as hard as you could. The playlist had moved onto something more romantic and you were too exhausted to feel uncomfortable. It was Norah Jones- Come away with me.

‘While I’m safe there in your arms’

Gator was too content to leave, he was vaping to try to stop himself from falling asleep in the cozy comfort of your room. He’d cum across your face and your tits, he could feel it drying against his side as you fell into a brief sleep. He knew you were awake now, your breathing had become slightly more laboured. Gator knew you were building up the courage to ask him to leave. You never liked it when it got like this. It was so easy when he was fucking you, when he had your ponytail wrapped around his hand and was using it as leverage to fuck you with everything he had- that was what you enjoyed the most. But, this is what he enjoyed the most.

He had to tell you about what he’d bought you.

‘So all I ask is for you’

The bag alone was beautiful, it was from the boutique outside of town. You’d never even considered going inside, it always looked too expensive and you didn’t like to be surrounded by pretty, delicate things.

Too scared of them shattering.

Too scared of breaking something beyond repair.

‘To come away with me in the night’

It was a necklace. And god, it was gorgeous. It was a simple silver pendant with small diamonds embedded and the heart in the middle was solid silver. Even in the dim light of your bedroom; its beauty radiated. You’d had gifts from guys before but nothing ever, ever like this. You swallowed the lump in your throat. This wasn’t right.

Fuck, this was a mistake.

Gator’s voice broke the crippling silence.

“As soon as I saw it, it reminded me of you” he placed a soft kiss against your temple “s’beautiful like you”. His voice was gentle and tender.

It was too much.

You had to shatter it.

‘Come away with me’

“Give this to Glenda- I, uh, I don’t want it” you felt too vulnerable; you couldn’t look at him. “M’not your girlfriend Gator, give it to her”.

You placed the necklace in the palm of his hand with care, already feeling immense guilt and regret but you couldn’t go back.

Gator got dressed whilst you sat in your en-suite bathroom, pretending not to care about him. You did, of course. You cared too much. After Gator drove away, you re-entered the bedroom, the music had stopped and the candles had burned out into unlit nubs. You didn’t bother to remake your bed, you just crawled into the warm spot Gator had left and tried not to lament.

***

Glenda loved the necklace that much that the thoughts of the abandoned Valentine’s Day dinner dissipated from her mind. Gator was the kind man she always knew he was and this beautiful gift had confirmed it.

Gator climbed into bed and immediately turned away from Glenda. He couldn’t look at her. The necklace wasn’t for her.

She was wearing your necklace.

You should have been wearing his heart.

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vampwritesstuff · 4 months ago

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Forgotten Melodies

Chapter 5 - I Fucking Hate Stairs

Pairing - Kim Hongjoong x Fem!Reader

Genre - smau, post college au, non idol au, fluff, angst, ex friends to friends, friends to lovers, enemies to lovers, slowburn

Moving back to Seoul after studying abroad in the States, Y/n couldn’t decide if fate wanted to punch her in the gut or give her a warm hug after she finds herself reconnecting with an old group of friends by pure chance. The only thing is, she didn’t leave on good terms with one of them.

a/n Idk how I’ve had the motivation to be writing so much lately but hey, it’s a good thing for you guys because that means more updates, also I was playing Oasis by EXO on repeat while making this chapter, i don’t even stan them but I need that song injected into my veins 😩 also this chapter isn’t proofread so I’m sorry for any mistakes! Hope you enjoy the chapter!!

Hongjoong had stared at the group chat for at least an hour the previous night. Meticulously studying the photo of you and Wooyoung that San had sent of the two of you pillow fighting. You looked a lot more different than he remembered, hell you even acted differently from the way San had described the interaction, but of course he only remembered the eighteen year old version of you. A quiet and soft spoken girl who somehow was unfortunate enough to befriend Wooyoung and be dragged into his crazy antics, and that consequently led to you making friends with San, and eventually the other boys and Hongjoong himself.

Hongjoong dragged a hand over his face while groaning, tapping his foot impatiently as the elevator took him to the floor that Wooyoung and San’s apartment was on. Hongjoong was tired, not only had his recent clients been a total nightmare to deal with but he’d been in a creative slump for any of his personal projects, and the knowledge that you were back in Seoul and had already reconnected with his friends was not helping soothe his already exhausted and anxious mind. Hongjoong knew you hated him, and it made him nervous to think about how you’d react to seeing him again. He felt guilty for how he handled things back in high school, and when he had finally built the courage to apologize to you, he learned that you had packed up and left for America, which stung if he was being honest. But he couldn’t blame you, he knew that you had always wanted to go to an American university.

The ding of the elevator arriving on the 6th floor broke Hongjoong from his thoughts and slowly he began towards his friends’ apartment. He knocked a few times on the door, slightly confused when the door swung open and a frantic Wooyoung cowered behind him and used him as a human shield. “Wooyoung what are you-” Hongjoong’s question was drowned out by the sound of a feminine voice yelling his friend’s name from inside the apartment. “Jung Wooyoung get your ass back here!” Hongjoong looked forward just in time to see you turn the corner of the entryway looking absolutely pissed as you held a hoodie in your hands.

Hongjoong stood frozen, just as you stopped in your tracks when you realized who Wooyoung was hiding behind. Hongjoong was taken aback by how much you truly did change, the picture San had sent in the group chat didn’t do you any justice. Just as he went to speak, you beat him to it, “I’ve gotta go, I have important shit to do.” You announced, which caused Wooyoung to release his death grip on Hongjoong and whine, “But you just got here.”

“I only came by for my hoodie, you already knew I wasn’t staying for long.” You chided him, completely ignoring Hongjoong’s presence. He could tell though that it was taking a lot of self restraint to do so, if the tension in your jaw, crossed arms and balled fists were any indication to your displeasure of Hongjoong being within feet of you. Hongjoong wanted to say something, anything to have you acknowledge him but once he broke himself from his stupor, you were already walking down the hallway, forgoing the convenience of the elevator and taking the stairs.

“Well that was weird, anyway, come on in hyung. You’re here for those packages right? San showed me where they were before he left this morning.” Wooyoung spoke as he pulled Hongjoong into the apartment.

You were pissed. Pissed because how the hell had you forgotten that Hongjoong was still their friend and at some point you would have been face to face with him? Pissed because of the way you couldn’t look him in the eyes, especially when there was so much you wanted to say to him. Years of pent up anger towards him resurfaced the moment you saw him in the doorway of Wooyoung’s apartment.

You stopped in the stairwell for a moment, taking a moment to catch your breath as you had practically sprinted down the stairs in order to get away from Hongjoong as quickly as possible, “I fucking hate stairs,” you grumbled to yourself, as you exited onto a random floor and took the elevator the rest of the way down. You took the time to calm down and refocus, seeing Hongjoong again felt like having a bucket of ice water poured all over you.

Was it childish to have reacted like that and run off? Possibly, but for the time being you could care less. He wasn’t your priority at the moment, and you could simmer in your anger towards him at a later time. You just wanted to go visit your mom and finally get some groceries in your apartment. As much as you loved take out, your wallet and stomach were begging for something else. Grocery shopping and a visit to the hospital would be a great way to get your mind off of things.

Back in Wooyoung’s apartment, Hongjoong was being interrogated by his younger friend. “So you and Y/n seriously never made up?” The black haired male asked, a deadpan expression on his face. “No, Wooyoung, like I said, I never got the chance to set things straight with her.” Hongjoong groaned as he massaged his temple, feeling the beginnings of a headache.

“Well damn, I mean, I know everything that happened was all just a huge misunderstanding between the two of you, but I didn’t think it had affected her so much that she would give you the cold shoulder as soon as she saw you.” Wooyoung said, and Hongjoong just closed his eyes and sighed.

“I get why she’s upset though, from her perspective you didn’t try to salvage your friendship at all and when you did you were too late.” Wooyoung empathized with you, knowing that if he were in the same situation, he’d probably react the same way. Hongjoong hated how his friend was right, Hongjoong’s priorities in high school were skewed and it cost him a valuable friendship with you. He thought he would’ve had more time to apologize.

“Oh! You know what, now that she’s back, you can start trying to mend things with her!” Wooyoung suggested excitedly, “I don’t know if you saw how she reacted to seeing me, Wooyoung, since you were busy cowering behind me, but there is no way in hell she’s going to let me get that close to her again.” Hongjoong rationalized, or maybe he was making excuses. Yeah, he was making excuses because seeing you and how much you changed had thrown him for a loop. He hadn’t seen you since high school and seeing you in Wooyoung and San’s apartment, the polar opposite of what you were like back then, gave him cold feet.

Hongjoong watched as Wooyoung rolled his eyes and pointed at him, “It’s not like you won’t have the rest of us around to support you, hyung. In fact, I’ve now decided that I’m not going to rest until both of you make up and become friends again!” Wooyoung smiled triumphantly, as if he had just come up with the most brilliant idea.

Somehow, Hongjoong felt like this entire thing was going to backfire terribly.

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fvllingflower · 2 years ago

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Moonlight Sunrise

pairing: gamer!wonwoo afab!reader

genre: smut with some fluff

word count: 2k

warnings: petnames (baby, honey), clubbing, alcohol mentioned, fingering, oral (f receiving), boob play, soft sex? praise (f receiving), unprotected sex (pls actually be protected tho), softdom!wonwoo, aftercare

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YooYoo; Hey Y/N so the girls and I are free this Saturday so we were wondering if you wanted to go to the club with us?

You; OMG YES! I've missed hanging out with you guys so bad!

YooYoo; Same, Wonwoo's been hogging you T T

You; Yeah and our jobs too

When you got that text from Yoohyeon, your best friend, you felt ecstatic. You've missed her and the other girls too. It's been so long since you all got to hang out together as group, so of course you'd take any chance to hang out with them even in a environment you didn't really enjoy like the club for example. That's why Yoohyeon was the closest to you, she always got you to go out your comfort zone and experience something crazy and unimaginable for you. You loved them all so much.

It reach Saturday and around 5:30pm you started getting ready. You took a nice shower, washed your face, did skincare before doing your makeup. You didn't want to put too much makeup on but appropriate enough for a club. You were watching a video on your phone while doing your makeup to have something to entertain you and distract you from frustration. When you finally finished the frustrating part you finally moved on to base. In the midst of doing your base you felt strong arms wrap around your waist.

"You getting ready for your night with the girls?" Wonwoo asked.

"Yes I am," You smiled widely.

"What you are gonna do while I'm gone?" You asked looking at him from the mirror. Admiring his features.

"I'm gonna do a stream in a minute or so," He answered and kissed your cheek. You put down your makeup sponge and turned to kiss him on the lips softly. It's like you could see the love and admiration in his eyes for you.

"I love you baby," He whispered against your lips before kissing you again.

"I love you too," You smiled.

Some time past and you finally finished your makeup. You could hear Wonwoo talking from his game room so you assumed he's already streaming. You went into your shared bedroom and picked out an outfit to wear. You went with a white corset top that made your boobs look good (and Wonwoo really likes that top), along with some black business pants with Wonwoo's black blazer. You changed into the outfit and then went back into the bathroom to add finishing touches. Suddenly you remembered the last time you went out with just friends a lot of people were hitting on you, and as much as you like the confidence boost it gave you, it also made your night difficult. You also recalled that you had an diamond ring that your mother handed down to you. You went back into the bedroom and looked for it but you couldn't find it. You wondered if Wonwoo knew where it would be. You knocked on the door to the gaming room.

"Come in!" You heard him shout.

"Hey baby sorry to interrupt but have you seen that ring my mother gave me?" You asked while opening the door. You hoped you didn't interrupt.

"Yeah..." His words drifted as he looked at you in surprise.

"Hold on guys," He paused the game and took off his headphones before coming over to you.

"Damn you look sexy," He smirked as he put his hands on your hips.

"Thank you honey," You smiled.

"Now babe I really need that ring," You looked at him sternly.

"Yeah just wait here, talk to the stream if you want," He smiled and pecked your cheek before walking out the room. You walked to his gaming chair and sat down in it. You waved at the camera and saw the chat blow up.

carat_won; Omg they're pretty

wonwoohub; Who are they?

wonwooland; Are they Wonwoo's partner?

xviiwoo; Are you single?

bluerose; Where did Wonwoo go?

That was just a few you could read with the speed of the comments.

"Uh hi, I'm Y/N," You waved with an awkward smile.

"I'm Wonwoo's partner," You added. Luckily, Wonwoo came back into the room in time before you could embarrass yourself. You stood up from the chair and walked over to him.

"Here you go baby," He slid the ring onto your left ring finger. He pecked your cheek before sitting back down in his chair, this time patting his lap for you to sit on, which you did.

"I see you guys met my baby," Wonwoo smiled as he put his headphones on. You knew since dating him he wasn't big on PDA, so this was actually surprising that he is showing you off to his thirty thousand watchers and that you're sitting on his lap in front of them. You like it, it's just a shock.

After a while of chilling on Wonwoo's lap while he played his game with his friends, you got a text from your friend Yoohyeon saying she's here. You told her you'll be there in a minute. Luckily Wonwoo's game was over and he was in the lobby waiting for a new round. You tapped his shoulder as a signal for him to take his headphones off for a minute.

"Baby, Yoo is here, I gotta go," You muttered to him and he nodded.

"Okay honey," He smiled and kissed you softly in front of the camera.

"Have fun," He unhooked his arms from you waist and you stood up.

"I love you Nu," You smiled widely when you opened the door.

"I love you too baby," He smiled at you. You shut the door and went to go put your boots on before walking out the shared apartment.

After a couple of hours passed, your friends except for Yoohyeon, Yubin, and you were drunk but still you didn't want to be the reason the girls had to separate for a minute. So you called Wonwoo asking him to pick you up, you told him the name of the club and he quickly showed up. He saw you outside the club and you spotted him. You got into the car and greeted him.

"Hi baby," You pecked his cheek.

"Hi, did you have fun?" He asked.

"Yeah, minus some guys hitting on me," You blurted. Wonwoo has never really been the jealous type cause he trusts you and knows at the end of the day you come home to him and love him but something about men hitting on you pisses him off still.

We got home to the apartment. He hung up his jacket and the keys along with we kicked your shoes off. Wonwoo followed you into your shared bedroom and hugged you from behind as you took off your makeup. He started peppering kisses down your neck and then your shoulder. His hands went from you waist to cupping your boobs. One hand went to your back to unzip you from your top. He slowly pulled it off of you and then turned you to face him. He started kissing your chest along with your boobs. Wonwoo suddenly stopped leaving you confused that is until you saw him sit on the edge of the bed, waiting for you.

"Come here baby," He called out. You followed his voice and straddled his lap. You grabbed the edges of his shirt and stripped it off of him, revealing his nicely toned figure.

"I think it's only fair we're both shirtless," You grinned before going in to kiss him passionately. You wrapped your arms around his neck as the kiss turned hungry. In between the passion and hunger you started to feel his hands fumble with the button of your pants. You got off of his lap and took off your pants along with your underwear.

"Shit, you're so beautiful," He stood up and kissed your lips softly. He pulled away and took of his sweatpants. He came back to you and kissed you softly once more as his hands caressed your hips. He slipped his arm on your back and the other one on the back of your knees. He picked you up and laid you carefully onto the bed where your legs hung off the edge of the bed. You felt him pick your legs up and rest them on his shoulders. He planted a kiss on your inner thighs, which makes you weak.

He placed a kiss on your clit before licking away. He started licking back and forth, his licking starting slow but he quickly picked up the pace. He started sucking your folds and then without warning added two fingers into your hole, making your back arch as he pumped his fingers in and out of you.

"Wonwoo!" You moaned as you gripped his hair. He hummed as an response, and the vibrations adding more pleasure. He would change from licking to sucking and back to licking making your mind reach the clouds as you came into his mouth. As you were trying to slow your breathing you felt Wonwoo lick you clean before coming to kiss you on your lips. You could taste yourself against him.

When your breathing finally slowed down, he started to kiss down your neck again. His hands squeezing your boobs and then suddenly he latched his mouth onto your left boob and started sucking. His tongue doing circles around your areolas and then he started sucking on your nipple. His other hand playing with your other boob. Oh how he loves your boobs, he loves how soft they are, how squishy they are, he loves how they fit perfectly into his hands when he squeezes them. He abruptly got up off of you and stripped off his last article of clothing. You felt like you could just moan at the sight of him.

"Won..woo," You choked out. He looked up at you with a caring look.

"What is it baby?" He asked.

"I need you," You whined and he smiled. He got on top of you and kissed you softly. He picked up your leg and you wrapped his waist with your leg. He lined himself up and slowly slid into your hole. The slow filling causing you to slowly moan with him.

"Just relax baby," He groaned. After you adjusted he slowly started thrusting in and out. He's going just the right speed to make sure you're okay and also enjoying the pleasure. His hands holding your waist tight enough to possibly bruise.

"Baby c- oh shit can you go faster," You moaned out. He compiled and started going faster.

"So good to me," He moaned. You bit your bottom lip trying to muffle your loud moans. He moved his hand from your waist to your cheek.

"Let me hear your pretty voice honey," He breathed. You arch your head back and let your pleasure be heard. You started moaning loudly as you felt Wonwoo's hand fall from your face to your boob. You started to feel the coil start tightening with each thrust.

"Wonwoo oh shit," You cursed. You started clenching around his dick, making him groan.

"Wonwoo I'm gonna-" You choked.

"It's okay baby let it out," He whispered. With one more thrust, you let go. You came all over him. He continued thrusting, trying not to overstimulate you. He quickly then came inside of you, he continued thrusting it into you as he rode you two through your highs.

He stopped and just stayed over you. You felt him soften and then he slowly pulled out. You groaned at the lost of being filled. He laid down next to you, and pulled you on top of him. Your head resting against his chest, hearing his heart beat start slowing down to a regular speed. He started drawing invisible lines on your back.

"I love you," He whispered.

"I love you too," You replied tiredly. He picked you up and laid you down on the bed. He got up and went to the bathroom. You heard the sound of water start running.

"Baby let's go get clean," He picked you up and carried you to the bathroom. He slowly placed you into the tub. He followed behind you and sat behind you. Your back pressed against his back.

"You're so good to me," He kissed your cheek before helping you wash your body. After the bath, you got dressed in your underwear and one of his shirts. You were laying in bed, cuddled up to him. You were talking about something until you noticedthe shiny object that was still on your hand.

"Oh I left the ring on," You smiled.

"Your hand looks pretty when it's occupied," He smiled and kissed your cheek. You grinned at him.

"I love you so much," You smiled against his lips and kissed him softly.

"I love you too," He kissed you passionately.

#seventeen smut #wonwoo smut #seventeen scenarios #jeon wonwoo smut #wonwoo fic #wonwoo thots #svt smut #kpop smut #seventeen fanfic #seventeen imagines #wonwoo imagines

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sadesluvr · 12 days ago

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harlem nights (pt.1)

ft. kook! pope heyward (obx) and chad meeks- martin (scream 5/6)

w/c: 1.2k

a/n: just a little concept with these two because they're so underrated...black kings forever, snow puppies never! /jk

“You’re playing a dangerous game.”

“I’m not even doing anything, Kie.”

“Yeah, because you’re definitely not dry humping your new man in front of the whole block as we speak.”

Shrugging, you rolled your eyes and sipped your drink, adjusting your hips on your boyfriend’s lap. Chad Meeks was a specimen; a star football player with a chiselled jaw, washboard abs and an all-American smile…not to mention his personality. Kind, dedicated, and a little himbo-ish, he was the perfect distraction to your breakup with Pope.

Not that you didn’t love him of course.

Pope Heyward was different. Just as attractive as Chad; the boy was cooler, far more mellow and refined than the latter. Unlike Chad he was an academic wiz, virtually being the smartest guy on campus, if not in your entire state.

Everyone had thought that you were destined for the altar, but life – and your egos - seemed to have a way of fucking things up at times that within 18 months of the relationship starting, it was over.

An impromptu road trip across the country led you to Woodsboro, California, where Chad had returned to visit his family. A chance meeting at a Lakers game led to a mutual follow on Instagram, which turned into a few not-so casual ‘smoke and chill’ sessions.

It was only supposed to last the summer. Now, you were sprawled across his lap on the hood of a car, dressed in the tightest top you could find as you giggled and whispered in his ear, rum punch spilling out onto your diamond tennis bracelet.

“Lighten up,” you sighed, earning another frown from the curly-haired girl. “It’s a bit of fun. If you’re so concerned for the guy, you can date him.”

She snorted.

“You know I can’t do that.”

You hummed in amusement, holding the taste of burning taste rum on your tongue before you angled your neck towards Chad for a kiss, which he happily placed upon your neck, all the while his large bicep remained wrapped around your waist.

Kie gave you another disapproving stare but ultimately brushed it off, too engrossed in the sight of JJ downing a keg of beer. You were all gathered at an annual summer party, known for its rumbling sound systems, exotic liquor, and subsequent high number of pregnancies. It was the type of party that parents looked down upon – especially Heyward, Pope’s dad – and made college teachers shake their heads and try to turn a blind eye.

In truth, this was your first time going. Pope generally preferred his own house parties, the kind where people like Rafe Cameron –infamous frat boy and hot head - weren’t allowed to even make it up the driveway. This was hot and wild, far more unhinged than anything you were used to.

Which was why a pit in your stomach had opened upon seeing the familiar nose bridge of a dark-skinned boy by one of the food stalls.

“Babe,” you spoke, pushing yourself off Chad’s lap. “I gotta go to the bathroom.”

“Why?”

“Maybe because I gotta pee, huh?” You lie through your teeth, adjusting the strap of your mini bag. You’d been so relaxed all but a minute ago. “Don’t get into any fights while I’m gone.”

“Fine. I’ll be a good boy,” he said with a wink, fingers lingering around your waist before he let you go, immediately turning to chat with someone else. You didn’t take it personally; Chad was just like that. Energetic, sociable. Sometimes it made you miss Pope’s equable demeanour. Sometimes.

Head held high, you strutted across the concrete, fingers hastily fixing your hair as you made your way towards the stand. Whether it was your nerves, or the alcohol taking, halfway there you started questioning whether this was the right thing to do at all. Not ‘bumping’ into him of course, but whether you should’ve brought Chad with you. Pope was always rather possessive.

As you waited in line for some punch, you could feel the boy’s dark brown eyes on you, his longing, even judgemental stare burning into your skin. Glancing down at your nails, the boy didn’t miss a beat before walking over to you, leaning against the pole.

“So, you’re just gonna act too good for me now?”

Cocking your head, you raised a brow at him.

“I didn’t notice you.”

“Right,” he replied, jaw clenching. “I forgot that you’re always one to play games.”

Pope had never liked your teasing. Well, he claimed not to, but his smirk combined with the hardening of his cock always told you otherwise.

“What are you doing here, anyway? I thought parties like these were below you.”

“You know I don’t like that word,” he huffed. “The whole track team is here.”

You hummed in amusement, taking a swig of your now refilled drink. It was funny, really. You’d left an athlete just to get with another one. Clearly, you had a type. As you contemplated the situation, you couldn’t ignore (and took a sick glee in) the way Pope’s eyes roved your body; moments feeling like hours as your heart pounded, anticipating him to make the next move, if any. It didn’t help that he was gorgeous as ever, dressed in a bright coloured sports jersey, shorts, dazzling white (and uncreased) trainers with a visor sitting atop his tight black curls.

Fuck. You kinda missed him.

“Well,” you said pointedly, adjusting your clothes. “Have fun —“

“Is that my bracelet?”

Pope’s words cut like a knife. Your eyes met as your joint gaze followed to your wrist, diamonds gleaming in the golden dusk. It was only then that you realised it felt somewhat uncomfortable on you; slightly wet, and a little sticky. Almost certainly out of place for a block party. They looked nice, and he hadn’t protested, but didn’t even match Chad’s outfit.

“Well, it’s mine, because you gave it to me, remember? You can’t take it back now.”

“It was a gift. I’d never take it back from you.”

A short pause.

“Your nails are different.”

Pope always paid for your nails. He liked nudes or French tips the most. Though, since leaving him you’d opted for something brighter.

“I —“

“Babe, I literally just requested your song, you’ve got thirty seconds to head to the dance floor because —“

Chad’s enthusiasm tapered as he laid his eyes upon the boy in front of you, dark brows furrowing as he visibly squared his shoulders before snaking an arm around your own. Though Pope wasn’t scrawny, the lighter-skinned boy was taller and much more muscular than he was, sizing him up rather impressively.

The taller boy bit the bullet.

“Hey, dude...It’s Chad,” he began, sticking his hand out, though you could tell that his dialogue was stilted. “Pleasure.” “Pope,” he replied, returning the handshake. “That’s a nice bracelet you got her. You have good taste.”

“Ah, that’s not mine, man,” Chad said, sucking air between his teeth. “The real gem is the one wearing it. I’m a lucky guy.”

“Yeah, you are...” the darker-skinned man nodded, eyes looking you up and down again. With a bored expression on his face and half-lidded eyelids, you knew all too well of what he was thinking – he wasn’t over you, and he was determined to win you back.

pt.2

#florence writes!!#pope heyward x reader #pope heyward thoughts #chad meeks x reader #super rich kids au #chad meeks martin imagine #chad meeks martin x reader #kook! pope heyward #kook! pope #kook! pope heyward thoughts #scream 6 x reader #mason gooding x reader #jonathan daviss #mason gooding #black! reader #x black!reader

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immeasurablesaladagere · 4 months ago

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i absolutely LOVE your house agere fics/headcannons but have yet to see any lockwood and co ones even though it is in your pinned post and would love your headcannons when you get a chance! though i know you have a lot of requests in queue so no pressure!

AHHH Lockwood and Co! Hcs are my break between longer stuff lol, so coming right up!

Littles Lucy and Lockwood for sure. George is CG (but perhaps flip? I could see it)

Both Lucy and Lockwood call George "Mum", he just goes with it. He has never, not once, been any iteration of dad or older brother.

Both Lucy and Lockwood regress to similar ranges, like 5-9.

Lucy regresses almost entirely voluntarily as a way to get her childhood back. She didn't recognize it as anything special until she moved in with Lockwood and George, all she knew was that having a stuffy or reading a children's book made her feel really calm and a bit blurry. She thought it was like nostalgia but like x10.

Lockwood's regression is pretty much always involuntary, and something he doesn't like but has learned to live with. A bad nightmare, a migraine, a flashback, a panic attack, are all things that can nudge his brain over the edge and boom, he's a kid again. One of his worst nightmares would be regressing on a job and putting his team at risk because of it. He's worked very hard to prevent it at all costs.

While he's little, Lockwood's regression is all over the place. Sometimes he's content, sometimes (rarely) he's bubbly and happy, and sometimes he's completely inconsolable. It's a roll of the dice depending on what caused the slip, but even then there's some variation.

He doesn't always remember what happened to his family, he just knows they aren't there.

I have a very vivid scene in my head on how Lucy found out that Lockwood regresses, and it goes like this: It's Lockwood and George's routine that if Lockwood is feeling small late at night (the kid never sleeps anyway), he can come find George and he'll read him a bedtime story. Lockwood's feeling small not long after Lucy's moved in, so he sneaks very quietly downstairs to the library and asks George to read to him. Lucy, in search of water or something, sees that someone's still up and goes to chat, and walks in on Lockwood basically cuddled on top of George while he's reading to him, and Lockwood freezes for a second, then gets up and basically sprints to his room and locks himself in there. George half-explains, but says it would be better if Lockwood had the choice to tell her.

The discovery of Lucy's was far less dramatic. Lockwood eventually explained everything to her and she was just like "Oh, so that's what that is... Me too then, I guess".

Soft and squishy little!Lockwood, energetic and happy little!Lucy.

Tired mother George.

They play ghost-hunters with their toys sometimes, and the heroes always win very, very easily. Nothing ever goes wrong, and George kinda has an idea as to why that is, so he's never mentioned it.

If Lucy and Lockwood are both regressed together, Lockwood tends to drift younger than Lucy is no matter where they started. If they were both feeling 8, a few hours later Lockwood might be down to 5 or 6.

Lucy loves fruit, dude. It's her favourite thing. George will offer her a biscuit and she's like "But I want an apple :("

#sfw age regression #sfw agere #agere blog #age regression #fandom agere #agere headcanons #lockwood and co #Lockwood and co agere #anthony lockwood #lucy carlyle #george karim

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cosmicstarlatte · 2 years ago

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Sunburn (Obey Me!)

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My ~personal~ rankings of most to least likely to get sunburned at the beach!

»Characters: Demon bros + Dateables

»Tags: Rankings, Headcanons, Humor

»Notes: Made this for @solomons-poison summer event! Go check it out! ♡

1. Mammon

No matter how many times you tell him to put some on, he refuses. "It looks funny and I hate the feelin' !" Hours later he regrets it of course and whines about how much it hurts and how it'll affect his modeling gig tomorrow. "I would've helped rub it all over you!"

"W-well why didn't ya say that sooner!"

2. Levi

Actually applies sunscreen but it wasn't enough for the shut-in. He's use to swimming around in his room but he underestimated the wrath of the sun. "Well I'm gonna be in the water most of the time so it's fine!" ...Now he's crying in his room about how normie activities are always a bad idea.

3. Lucifer

This responsible™️ demon put on some sunscreen and laid under an umbrella. He admired the ocean view and shared quite a few drinks, laughing and chatting with Diavolo and the others. He fully relaxed! Once they left to do other activities he grabbed a book and fell asleep...unaware of the Anti-Lucifer Leagues plans. He woke up sunburned with no umbrella in sight. 😔

4. Simeon

Bless this angel, really. All he ever wants to do is help. While helping Luke and some of the others apply some sunscreen, the poor angel forgot about himself and everyone forgot to offer as they one by one went to partake in beach activities! (*shakes fist* a national outrage I say!!)

5. Belphie

Was too lazy to apply any but Beel and Simeon helped. Like Levi, it wasn't enough through out the day though. After a particularly long nap in the sun, he too woke up sunburned. (To Lucifers amusement of course lmao)

6. Beel

Might've sampled the sunscreen because it smelled really good. Small sunburn. Occasionally forgot to reapply and the poor thing should've gotten a stronger spf. He also missed a few spots when he tried to apply it himself when Belphie or Simeon were unavailable. 😔

7. Satan

Gets only a tiny sunburn, nothing too noticeable. He would forget to reapply every so often due to being so absorbed in his book but his sunscreen was a particularly good one, perfect for his skin type.

8. Diavolo (Everyone from here on is tied)

Barbatos would never let Diavolo get sunburned. He had the Little Ds help apply sunscreen to the giant demon before they left for the beach. If it weren't for Barbatos though, the demon would forget to apply some through out the day due to having fun.

9. Barbatos

Failing to apply sunscreen to Diavolo or himself would tarnish his name, it'd be unbefitting for a butler and he would never be able to forgive himself. He is meticulous on how it's applied and when and only uses the absolute best he can get.

10. Luke

There is no way Simeon (or anyone) would let the young angel play around without sunscreen. They make sure to apply every half hour & keep him hydrated. He complains about it of course and just wants to go back to play in the water or make sand sculptures.

11. Solomon

Asmo took his chance and helped the sorcerer apply sunscreen. There was not an inch that was not properly applied and he made sure to re-apply through out the day. 🤭 If it weren't for Asmo though, this man would burn and brush it off.

12. Asmo

You will never see this man sunburned. It does not exist. He brought all different types of sunscreen, re-applies, and still limits his time in the sun. The day he gets sunburned is the day he never gets seen again.

Who would you help apply sunscreen? 👀

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jewbeloved · 1 year ago

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Some places aren't what they just seem to be...🩸🩸♥️

Note: Have this horror fanfic as my way of bringing back my spicy fanfics. I'm kinda losing motivation and I have hell (school) on my tail .⁠·⁠´⁠¯⁠`⁠(⁠>⁠▂⁠<⁠)⁠´⁠¯⁠`⁠·⁠.

Warnings: Murder, bl00D and Knives....mentions of drugs (in the beginning).

Gender: Neutral

💙💚 The Main Four 🧡❤️

You were dropped off to a nearby orphanage by the police after both of your parents passed away due to drug overdose.

The orphanage looked very fancy and aesthetic from the exterior. You wondered what the inside of the building looked like.

When you walked into the building, you were met with a lot of children your age running around, chatting with each other, playing games together, and playing tricks on each other.

You noticed one of the maids walked up to you with a bright smile on her face.

"Hello there dear, are you by any chance the new orphan that we were getting today?". You looked up at her with a blank expression.

"Uhm...yeah, that's me...".

"Well it's lovely to meet you, I can ensure you that you will love it here at the orphanage! What is your name, little one?".

"(Name) (Last Name)".

"(Name)....what a beautiful name! come, let me give you a tour around the orphanage since it's your first time here".

The kind maid showed you every room and area that was around the orphanage. They had a dining hall where the orphans could get their food, they had showers so the orphans could take a bath, they had a library for any orphans who were interested in books.

They even had dorms for where the orphans could sleep and rest up their energy.

You were surprised to hear that there were 40 orphans and 5 maids at this orphanage.

Once the tour was over, the maid gave you comfortable clothes to wear for the day and allowed you to go talk with the other kids.

You spotted 4 boys chatting with each other. One of them seemed to be arguing with the chubby one while the other 2 just watched.

The kid with the orange parka was the first one to noticed you and he waved at you before his other friend in the blue and red beanie looked at you as well.

"Hey, aren't you the new kid?" The kid in the blue and red beanie asked you.

"Yeah, that's me..who are you guys?". You looked at them puzzled.

"Right names, I'm Stan Marsh and this one next to me is Kenny Mccormick...the one in the green ushanka is Kyle Broflovski. And the fatass is Eric Cartman". Cartman immediately looked away from Kyle and at Stan in anger.

"IM NOT FAT YOU GODDAMN EMO HIPPIE!!". Stan rolled his eyes at Cartman's anger towards him while you just stared at the boys with a "•_•" face.

"Alright then...my name is (Name) (Last Name)". They all gave you a thumbs up while Cartman was still pissed off and crossing his arms.

"Mhppmhhhhmmphhhmmmhh". You looked at Kenny with a confused face since you didn't understand what he said.

"Um, what was that Kenny? I'm afraid I don't follow on what you said".

"He said: 'Do you want to hang out with us?'". Stan translated for Kenny.

"Oh...sure!". Your face began to lighten up as you assume this orphanage wouldn't be as bad as the rumors say.

What rumors? No need to worry! those are just said by silly people....this orphanage is perfectly okay!

You ended up spending time with the boys during the "daily activities" the maids gave out for all of the orphans to do and have fun.

You got to know the boys better and they got to know you better as well. You didn't understand why the other kids would call them "problematic". They say that the boys would swear at each other or other orphans, always talking to each other during quiet time, and getting into some fights (Kyle and Cartman).

But you didn't see them do any of those things because they have been so nice and chill around you, but if many orphans were saying it. You didn't care anyways since you were glad you had at least some company instead of going the whole day being awkward while living in a orphanage full of 40 kids in total. (THATS A LOT).

When dinner time came, the maids had all of you dress up in special uniforms for the occasion.

You were confused on why you have to dress in uniforms to eat some food, but you couldn't complain until you see how the food they serve here tastes.

You got in line while holding your trey, the orange-haired maid placed (your favorite food) onto your trey while giving you a glass of milk with it.

Milk at dinner?? I expected to at least get some juice or (your favorite drink).... You thought inside your mind as you left the line to find a table to sit at to eat.

Kyle motioned for you to come over and sit with him and his friends. You sat down at their table and noticed that they all had a glass of milk on their trey as well.

You then looked around to see a few other kids (6 of them) have a glass of milk on their treys too while the rest didn't... was this normal?

"Hey....uhm...do they serve anything else besides milk? or are they just out of stock?". You asked the boys as you pointed to your milk.

"Well, they normally do now because that's all everyone really wants now. You'll get used to it eventually (Name)". Stan said as him, Kyle, Cartman, and Kenny began eating their food.

You eyed your food and milk while glancing up at them back and forth. You signed and began eating your food as well while ignoring your milk for a while.

You heard a little cough from the boys and the other 6 kids when they drank their glass of milk.

You immediately looked up at your friends. "Stan, Kyle, Cartman, and Kenny? are you guys alright?".

They were silence for a couple of secs before they snap back into reality. "Yeah, we're fine it's no big deal really".

You looked at them confused and eyed your own glass of milk, you picked it up and looked closer at it until you..saw that it was...

Spoiled...

Your eyes widened. "Guys! you just drank spoiled milk!". You panicked as they gave you a concern look.

"What are you talking about (Name)? the milk wasn't spoiled it was fresh, did you hit your head or did Kahl jewness aura hurt-". Kyle pushed Cartman out of his chair with him letting out a "OW!".

"But but-! I just looked at my milk and it was spoiled!". You tried to defend yourself you didn't understand why they were being so calm about this as if it was a normal routine.

Before you could say something else to them, the maids have announced that all orphans should go to their dorms to get ready for the night.

"Oh Jesus finally! I get some goddamn fucking rest after so many hours!".

"Shut up fatboy! you barley participated in anything since this morning!". Kyle and Cartman began arguing back and forth with each other as you watched your 4 friends walk out of the dinning hall.

You signed as you got up from your seat and followed everyone else to the dorm area. All of the other dorms were occupied except for the room that had only one bed in it..it looked a little ragged but it was still comfortable to sleep on, it even had a small candle on the nightstand to light up the room.

You took off your uniform and began to change into some nice warm clothes to sleep at night.

"Oh well, I hope nothing weird will happen at night...". You locked the door and climbed into your bed before falling asleep.

After 2 hours, you woke up to some growling noises. You were half asleep as you rubbed your eyes wondering what that noise was. You shrugged it off since you were lucky your room door was locked anyways.

When you tried to go to asleep, you heard a loud scream that sounded like one of the orphans. You immediately jumped out of your bed at the sight of the scream wondering what was going on outside of your dorm.

You picked up the candle that was on your nightstand and held it close to your face, not close to enough to burn you.

What was that scream just now? It sounded more like a scream of horror....

After 3 mins you heard another loud scream and then another following after that one. You were getting nervous and you wanted to know what the hell was going on...if you remembered, people always said the rumors about this orphanage are what happened at night...

You were snapped out of your thinking as you heard some kids banging on your door letting to be in as they cried for help. Your body was shaking a little at their cries.

"PLEASE OPEN THE DOOR!" "HELP US, THERE ARE COMPLETE PSYCHOS OUT HERE KILLING US! THERE'S 10 OF THEM, PLEASE OPEN THE DOOR!". The crying kids continued to beg and bang on your door.

The crying and yelling was soon replaced by stabbing noises and more loud screams. You saw something red splattered onto the glass window of your door...is that...

Blood...?

You were now having second thoughts about opening the door since you were sure that some killer must be inside of the orphanage now...why weren't the maids doing anything at all???

This continued until 27 screams were heard and then the alarm began to go off. Your door was unlocked automatically when the alarms went off.

You heard a maid telling the orphans to run to something they call "bunker". Everyone ran straight to the bunkers immediately.

You ran out of your room as well trying to follow the remaining orphans to safety. As you were almost out of the hall, somebody grabbed your hand while placing a knife near your neck.

You were flabbergasted and turned around to see your attacker, it was one of the orphans except their entire body was twitching like crazy as if they were possessed.

They had a evil smile on their face as they saw the fear in you. Another orphan with a knife in their hand was in front of you, their whole body was twitching like crazy as well.

You were confused, scared, and shocked. You had no need what was going on and why there was suddenly some orphans going completely nuts and killing everyone.

You looked at the psycho in front of you and saw something white dripping from their mouth.

Was that...milk?

Your eyes widened even more as you remember the time you heard coughing from Kyle, Stan, Cartman, and Kenny when they drank the milk after you discovered it was spoiled.

You were sure that the spoiled milk could've given them a bad stomachache, but it seems like it did something else other than that.

You didn't have anymore time to think as the 2 psychos were ready to stab you dead.

That was instantly stopped when you saw they were pulled back and dragged away at the same time.

2 screams and blood splattering were heard at the same time meaning it must've came from the 2 psychos who were trying to kill you. But how? that happened so fast in a short amount of time....

Thankfully you still had your candle and you shined it around until you saw 4 boys which looked exactly like the ones you befriended when you first came to this orphanage...

"Stan..? Kyle...? Cartman...? Kenny...?". You were shaking uncontrollable in fear because so much has happened since nightfall came...

Their bodies were twitching crazily as well. You wanted answers and you wanted them now..

"What is going on here?! why are all 4 of you holding knives and drenched in blood?! I want answers please!!". The boys stayed silent as they look at each other.

"Guys should we really tell them?". Stan asked as Kyle and Kenny nodded except for Cartman who shaked his head.

"No way, they'll just fucking rat us out!". You had a confused mixed with anger expression on your face as you looked at them.

"What are you guys talking about?! Everything seemed normal and happy when I first came here, but now things started to get weird at the diner hall where we were only given "milk" and that weirdness lead to all of this bloodshed at night! You guys know what's happening in this orphanage and I want answers!". You were on the verge of tears while your anger was still showing.

Stan signed and decided to speak up.

"Basically....this orphanage is about survival...we can't blame you for acting this way. The spoiled milk the maids served us is the calayist leading to all of this bloodshed".

"What do you mean? how can spoiled milk be the cause of this?? isn't it supposed to give you a bad stomachache because when things are spoiled it means they usually god bad!".

"That's usually what spoiled things would do, but this milk doesn't work that way. All of our visions went red when drank the milk after we finished coughing".

"You guys make it seem like this is a normal routine!!".

"Duh, because it is. once you drink the spoiled milk the maids give you, you become a threat to other orphans who didn't drink the milk".

"Goddamnit Cartman, can't you be nice to people for once?!". Kyle yelled at Cartman rolled his eyes.

"Sorry, but the word "nice" doesn't work in my dictionary for jews".

You didn't even noticed that sun had already raised up and all of the blood that was around the place was gone and the boys were no longer twitching or had a knife in their hands.

"No...no....this has to be a dream...it has to be...". You sulked down on the floor next to the wall while your hands were wrapped around your legs.

"The rumors about this orphanage...were true after all...but why isn't this reported to the police....? don't tell me the walls of this sick place is soundproofed!". You couldn't hold back your tears as they streamed down your cheek.

Stan and Kyle sat down next to you and wrapped you in their arms as Kenny pulled down his hood to speak.

"Yeah, you could say that the walls are soundproofed and more orphans are coming here every week or so. we pretty much can't leave since this orphanage is in a forest".

"So I can't leave then...I have to spend the rest of my life in this haunted place....". You cried even more.

You then felt 4 other arms wrap around you.

"It's okay (Name), even if we can't leave you won't share this pain alone because we will be there to protect you from the other orphans".

"But that sounds like the only way we can leave is if we die!".

"At least we will die together instead of dying alone..".💙💚🧡❤️🩸🩸💖💖

I have been way to hook up in watching ONE PIECE and checking out WELCOME HOME I haven't had any time to write anything on my blog or my hellpark blog as well. I deeply apologize for my lack of posts everyone, multitasking yourself can become stressful at some point....

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tsarisfanfiction · 3 months ago

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Truth Comes Out of His Well (Chapter 6)

Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians Rating: Teen Genre: Hurt/Comfort/Family Characters: Lee Fletcher, Kronos, Apollo, Apollo Cabin (and many more) As always, @stereden is responsible for the accompanying podfic! << Chapter 5 Listen to chapter 6 on AO3

"I think it's time to change things up a little," Kronos said as he swept into the room, hands in his pockets and looking entirely too much like Luke in poise. He was alone, with neither food nor demigods, and Lee's instinctual tension at the arrival transitioned into a wary confusion instead.

He didn't think the change was going to be any better for him.

Kronos sat on the floor, cross-legged and once again acting more like Luke than Lee would have thought a titan would. He didn't know if it was muscle memory, or if Kronos was doing it on purpose, using his old friend's face and body as another tool in his arsenal of torture.

"It's getting a little boring, the same old routine, the same questions, isn't it, Lee?" he asked conversationally, like he wasn't talking about interrogating him into nerve-blasting overstimulation whenever he felt like it. To Lee's surprise, and rapidly rising trepidation, the titan leaned forwards and released his wrists again. Lee instinctively cradled them against his chest, trying not to look.

His sporadic healing whenever he was released was keeping them from getting too bad, but Lee's healing ability was limited, especially in a cavern so far from the sun, and no matter how much he helped the bruises heal, more kept piling on over the top of them. He was also pretty certain he had a cracked bone or two, at that point, and red welts were stubbornly rising.

He hadn't had a chance to properly look at his ankles; they weren't under as much constant pressure as his wrists, but they also hadn't been released once. What soothing he'd attempted to do had been near-blind.

Kronos watched the action, but didn't comment on them. Lee hoped he'd get a chance to give them another burst of healing before he was re-restrained – he hadn't done any healing in front of Kronos yet, and he didn't plan to, either.

"I thought we could discuss a different sort of question today," the titan said. "A change from playing truths and lies. What do you think?"

Lee thought that it was a rhetorical question and didn't bother to respond. Kronos was going to do whatever he wanted to, and there wasn't much he could do about it, except be uncooperative.

"Luke remembered you being more talkative than this," Kronos commented. "But I can understand why you're less willing to talk to me, with your misguided faith in your father and the other gods. That is, of course, a decision you have to make for yourself, although you understand that I can't let you roam through my base when you're not loyal to me."

"I'll never be loyal to you," Lee said firmly, and Kronos gave him a smile, one of Luke's understanding ones.

"You have made that quite clear, yes," he said. "Luckily, your loyalty is not important to me, so that doesn't change anything except your own level of freedom. But I digress. I have questions for you, Lee, and I expect answers from you. Truthful ones, if you can manage that," he added wryly. "It would make your life far more pleasant."

"Questions that don't require an audience?" Lee couldn't help but ask, glancing around. Outside of the room, footsteps passed up and down the corridor. Kronos followed his gaze and tsked.

"I had forgotten about that," he said, and lie prickled at Lee's spine as the titan pushed himself to his feet and walked back towards the doorway.

The door shut with a thud that sounded far louder than it should be, and then locked with a click that shot straight through Lee's head. Immediately his heartrate accelerated – the door was never shut, it didn't need to be shut, why had Kronos changed that now, what did that mean?

"No need for the peanut gallery for this little chat of ours," Kronos said, and his golden eyes glittered in the torchlight. The scar on Luke's face attracted the deepest shadows and the brightest highlights, an exaggerated line down his cheek. "Just us for this one, Lee," he chuckled. It wasn't a nice laugh, light on the top with dark undertones that promised that Lee was going to hate whatever was about to happen.

Kronos sat himself back down again, cross-legged but next to Lee's legs. If he wanted to, Lee could have reached out to touch him with his unrestrained wrists, or even kicked him with one of his feet. It was tempting, but it wouldn't do him any good. If it was that easy to take out the titan, someone would have done it long ago.

And if Kronos was in Lee's reach, then that meant Lee was in Kronos' reach, and that was far more terrifying. So far, the physical torture had been kept to happenstance consequences, like his wrists, or small outbursts by some of the more aggressive demigods, but the shut door preyed on Lee's mind nervously.

"Nothing difficult," the titan promised, leaning forwards, arms resting casually on his knees. "Just a few things I'd like to know." None of those were lies, but Lee still disagreed with the first phrase on principle. Maybe they weren't theoretically difficult questions, but Lee didn't think they were going to be questions he was willing to answer, either. "Tell me, can anyone else detect lies?"

"So you can try and make them your pet lie detector instead?" Lee asked defensively.

"Wouldn't you like some company here?" Kronos asked him, teeth too visible and glinting in the torchlight. "Surely you get lonely, stuck in this room by yourself for so long."

"I'd rather be lonely than hand you another victim," Lee snapped, faltering when Kronos raised an eyebrow.

"So there is someone else?"

What? Lee ran back through the conversation, trying to see where Kronos had reached that conclusion, and realised with a grimace that it did sound like he'd been saying yes. Damn it, he couldn't let Kronos believe that; there wasn't, not that Lee knew of, and he couldn't let Kronos start expecting that there was otherwise he might try to track one down. Lee didn't want to even think about what Kronos would do in that quest, especially when no-one else showed up.

"No," he said, stumbling over the word a bit in his haste to get it out. "No, no-one else. I'm the only one."

"Are you sure about that?" Kronos pressed, leaning closer. "Truthful answers only, Lee."

"Yes," Lee said, a little frantically and realising that Kronos had finally succeeded in getting him to give him an answer to one of his questions, but this wasn't something he could stay silent on. Not when it put his siblings at risk. "Yes, I'm the only one. It's rare."

"So there's no-one else in camp that could put my spy at risk of discovery?"

Lee hated the reminder that Kronos had someone inside the camp, no doubt reporting on their defences, and probably more specifically on everything Percy did, given the son of Poseidon's Big Three kid status and the fact that one way or another, he seemed to be dragged into everything even remotely related to the war.

"No," he admitted, because getting the spy pulled out would be ideal, but given the response to finding out about Lee had been to kidnap Lee, rather than pull any spies, he didn't think implying that the spy was at risk would do anything more than have the other campers – especially the Apollo and Hermes kids – put under more intense scrutiny.

Lee could only hope that instead he could lull the spy into enough of a sense of security that they got sloppy enough to be caught by the campers. Although the situation did beg the question of how long the spy had been spying for, and how Lee hadn't noticed. Kronos hadn't known until he'd somehow forced it out of Luke, but if Luke had privately warned the spy before then…

Then that meant the spy had been set by Luke, not by Kronos, and Lee didn't want to confront that possibility, either. Not if he could avoid it.

"See, not difficult questions," Kronos smirked, as though he hadn't had to cajole and manipulate Lee into answering it using his need to keep the campers as safe as possible from the titan. "The next one is even easier."

Lee doubted that was supposed to make him feel more at ease. Even if it was, it didn't.

"Do you know who my spy is?" Kronos leaned closer in, until he was almost in Lee's face. "And if you do, have you told anyone?"

That all but confirmed that the spy had already been active while Lee was still in camp, and the realisation choked him up. He hadn't noticed Luke, trying to raise – and eventually succeeding in raising – Kronos, and now there had been a spy also under his nose for at least some of the year, most likely all of it, because a spy that was only around during the summer wouldn't be as useful by half, and Lee hadn't noticed them, either.

What was the point of being able to detect lies if he only ever noticed the silly, harmless white lies and completely missed the people that actually meant his home harm?

"If I did?" he tried, pushing back to try and find some equilibrium again, although as soon as he said it he realised what the answer would be, what he'd once again accidentally implied.

"Then I suggest you tell me quickly, before I start arranging for accidents to befall anyone that seems at all suspicious," Kronos told him, too many teeth to be a smile.

Dammit, Lee shouldn't have implied anything, should have just answered the question straight away and left the self-rumination for later. "I didn't," he said. "I don't- I don't know who your spy is, I didn't know there was one. As far as I know no-one suspects one at all. I didn't." They'd all assumed that all the Kronos sympathisers had left, not stuck around to keep sabotaging them from the inside.

Even now, knowing that there was one, Lee still couldn't quite understand why. It was one thing to hate the gods. It was another to intentionally sabotage the people that had been friends, family.

"Not too difficult, was it?" Kronos asked him. "You don't have to make these harder than they need to be, Lee. These are only simple questions. You were the head counsellor of your cabin, yes? Who do you expect to be your successor?"

Lee swallowed back the instinctive question of why he wanted to know that. There was no good reason for Kronos to care about the head counsellorship of cabin seven.

"Ask your spy," he said. Kronos tutted.

"You misunderstand the question," he said, too close to Lee's personal space. "I didn't ask who has succeeded you. I asked who you expected to. It's all theoretical, of course you wouldn't know for certain. After all, you don't even know who's still alive."

Lee's heartrate jumped. Somehow it hadn't occurred to him that, outside of the murdered Marcus, people could have died in the attack. Clearly the attack hadn't wiped everyone out, otherwise there wouldn't be any talk of spies and Lee would probably have been killed rather than captured, himself, but there was a middle ground between the two extremes.

"It's a simple question, Lee," Kronos coaxed. "Who should succeed you? Had you started training someone up, just in case?"

Michael. Michael was theoretically next in line, but naming him meant putting a target on his back and Lee couldn't do that to his younger brother.

He couldn't do that to any of his siblings.

But then. The question was who he expected to step up. He knew it would be Michael, but Michael wasn't supposed to succeed him for another year and there were others older than him, who could, theoretically run the cabin until they left either this summer, or next summer.

Gods, Kronos was asking him to paint a target on the back of one of his siblings. It was not a simple question, and the titan knew that.

Kronos also wasn't giving him time to think, leaning closer and closer and hemming him in against the wall. "This isn't a hard question, Lee," he said, and his voice was getting sharp, the way it did when Lee kept refusing to call out the lies, when his patience was thinning and he switched to ordering a cacophony of lies and Lee's breathing hitched. "One name. Now."

It was a tone that promised retribution if he didn't answer, the golden eyes digging in to his soul.

Lee squeezed his eyes shut. "Lawrence," he lied, sending a massive mental apology to his older brother. Lawrence was off to dance school at the end of the summer, he'd be getting out of the war, soon, but he was one of the oldest cabin seven members and also one of the longest after Lee and Michael so it made sense that he'd step up, in an emergency like this one.

Maybe he even had.

Gods, Lee hoped he hadn't just killed his brother.

"Lawrence." Kronos rolled the name around in his mouth and Lee cringed. "I see."

"Why?" Lee demanded. Kronos grabbed his wrists and in a brief panic Lee realised he was getting chained up again, even though he hadn't had a chance to heal them at all. He tried to yank away, but Kronos' grip was as strong as the iron cuffs themselves and all Lee succeeded in doing was agitating a muscle as it strained in not quite the right direction.

The clicks sounded like finality. "Why?" he repeated, hearing the desperation in his voice. He tugged futilely at the restraints, his wrists complaining loudly at the action as though he needed the reminder that Kronos hadn't waited for him to heal himself first.

The titan stood back up, all of Luke's fluidity flowing through the action.

"Two truths and a lie," he said, not even looking at Lee as he walked over to the door. "That's what you told me."

Lee's stomach plummeted.

"I-"

"It was most enlightening," the titan continued. "As a reward for your good behaviour, I will leave Lawrence alone, as long as he doesn't do anything to incite me."

Relief warred with confusion, because mercy wasn't something Lee associated with the titan renowned for eating his own children. Gods, he hoped Lawrence kept on the way he expected his brother to, keeping his head down until he got to the dance school of his dreams.

Kronos pulled the door open and stepped out into the hallway. "Sleep well tonight, Lee," he said, as though Lee had any sense left of when it was day and when it was night. "Tomorrow, the routine will change."

With those ominous sounding words, he walked out of the room, leaving Lee to fill with dread again. What was that supposed to mean? What sort of change to the routine – there hadn't been a solid routine in the first place. Lee ate whenever they appeared with food, he was tortured whenever Kronos decided to interrogate him, and he slept in uneven fits and starts snatched whenever he was tired enough that he all but passed out.

This interrogation had already been a change to even that uneven order of things. What else did Kronos have in store for him, and was it related to what Lee had said and done this time? What had Kronos been after with the inane questions, especially that last one?

It didn't escape his notice that the door had been left open again.

Chapter 7>>>

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𝓡𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓕𝓵𝓪𝓶𝓮 [𝓚.𝓜] 𝟏𝟖+ Chapter 5

DISCLAIMER: 18+ ONLY!!! MINORS DNI

WARNINGS: mentions of power dynamics, daddy kink, oral sex, and squirting.

Life inside the firm was changing.

Bianca had spent almost every moment there beside Jude these days, partially because she had to since they shared a desk, but also because they had been getting along well so she didn't mind at all.

It was a nice distraction from Kylian, for whom she had decided that needed space from. Distantly knowing he had a girlfriend was one thing, but to see it in front of her face was a whole other. He told Camille he loved her knowing he just had sex with Bianca and she was scared to death underneath his desk, and then in that same conversation with Camille seemingly wanting to work things out.

It was too overwhelming.

She decided to just say nothing and pretend nothing happened, ignoring Kylian's attempts to reach out. There were texts sent throughout the days and calls made, but she didn't answer any of them no matter how badly she wanted to.

KM: I know I fucked up I'm sorry Bianca

KM: I had to defuse the situation, my feelings for you have never changed

KM: Bianca I promise I never meant to hurt you, things are just complicated

KM: Please just give me the chance to explain myself and then I promise I'll leave you alone after if that's what you want.

KM: I miss you

Reading Kylian's pleas broke her heart. Bianca wanted nothing more than to answer back and scream at the top of her lungs that she missed him too, but she knew that it was a horrible idea. The moment they would speak again, she knows she would be like putty in his hands all over again.

In her mind, she wondered, does he miss me or does he miss the sexual fulfillment?

There was an odd gray area of What is this? What could it ever even be? Had it been only sex for him?

It was testing seeing his face every day and having to hold strong. Kylian would leave longing glances as he walked past but she would pretend that she was suddenly busy with work. His face would appear in her dreams every night and she thought about him most mornings.

Kylian was inescapable. There was no one that would understand her situation so she was forced to just suck up the pain and just hoped it would go away with time, but luckily there was someone interesting around to brighten up her days.

Jude Bellingham is objectively likable.

The British native is young, polite, ambitious, and easy on the eyes; which makes for a magnetic personality that everyone was drawn to. He offered a new perspective that was well-needed as things began to become stale around the office. The higher-ups loved him, always stopping by at the front desk just to chit-chat about football or ask him how his day was.

Even Sergio Ramos liked him, and Sergio didn't like anyone besides Leo. He was the shiny new toy, and everyone wanted a turn to play with him.

There was something about Jude that absolutely irked Kylian to his core. Maybe it was what Kylian deemed Jude's obnoxious accent, or what he called his kiss-ass personality but each time he saw him, he only liked Jude less.

Perhaps it started when Kylian had gone to the front desk with donuts in an attempt to speak to Bianca again after she's ignored every one of his calls and texts for three days straight.

Kylian clutched the pink box full of powdered pastries in one hand while the other opened the front door, instantly revealing boisterous laughter and pained squeals. Kylian froze in his place when he saw Bianca practically straddling Jude facing away from the door, only a mere two inches away from each other's faces.

"Fuckin' hell Bianca" Jude winced, fingernails digging into her sides.

Bianca's giggles grew louder as she pulled her hand away, twinkly metal tweezers in hand. "I'm sorry that one was right in the middle so I had to get it!" Her thumb soothed the spot that she just plucked from.

"I better look like Idris Elba when you're done."

She shook her head and brought the cold metal back up to his eyebrows. "You'll look even better. Stay still this time or you'll go home with bald 'brows" He could hear the smile in her voice.

Kylian felt like a creep staring at them but he couldn't stop. The way Jude was clutching her like she was his and making her laugh like a schoolgirl caused stinging in Kylian's chest. His nostrils were flared and he was gripping the box so hard he hadn't even noticed it was now dented and crushed.

Jude's eyes eventually caught Kylian's and his chair moved back almost causing Bianca to fall backwards. "Good morning, Mr. Mbappé" He tried to regain his composure, hand catching Bianca's back to steady her and spin her around.

She looked like a deer caught in headlights, her large eyes wide and thick eyebrows raised. "Good morning, sir." There wasn't a hint of anything but professionalism in her voice no matter how hard Kylian analyzed it.

Kylian ignored the duo's greetings and tossed the disfigured box in front of Bianca before heading to the elevators in a discombobulated rush. He could have sworn he heard Jude whisper to Bianca faintly "What a dickhead."

Events like that only kept happening.

Kylian waltzed into the breaking room after a long meeting, head pounding after the hours of discussion about crunching numbers without break. He swore he never wanted to look at another calculator again, or at least for the next hour.

By this time usually, the break room was filled with people grabbing snacks or coffee, but it was surprisingly empty. The silence provided a needed serene peace for Kylian after the day he had. A loud creaking broke his calmful state, only to be even more annoyed when he saw who it was.

Jude entered first with Bianca just behind him, both of them holding the same design of takeout bags, clearly ordering from the same place. He was off to the side so he wouldn't be surprised if the pair haven't noticed him.

They sat at the small table and laid out their food in platters. Kylian tried not to watch this time, keeping his eyes concentrated on his almost full container of yogurt. "Damn, this has broccoli in it" Jude sighed as he looked down at his rice.

Bianca leaned her head forward to get a peak at the paper plate to spot the green vegetable. "You don't like broccoli?"

Jude took the plastic fork and started picking out one of the many pieces of broccoli "Don't like isn't a strong enough word-"

"That's two words."

"-Whatever. Either way, I hate it."

Bianca picked up her plate and held it out to him. "Do you want mine? I like broccoli so it's kind of a treat for me."

Jude took her plate and slid his over to her in exchange. "I should have guessed you'd like broccoli, nerd."

His tone became serious for a moment. "Thank you though that's very kind of you, Bee."

She smiled genuinely at him before digging her fork into the rice.

Kylian's voice broke them out of their own world as he stood up, his chair squeaking against the floor. "How cute." He didn't mean for it to come out as sarcastic as it did.

Bianca's lips downturned and her eyes fell into her lap. "Oh hello I didn't see you Mr.Mbappé. How are you?" Jude's grinned at the Frenchman.

"You two are always together these days. Are you guys dating?" Kylian tried to keep his tone casual, but he had to force the sentence out of his teeth.

Now it was Bianca's turn to storm out, leaving her vegetable rice behind on the table. Jude's upper lip rose and his eyebrows knitted together with confusion as the door shut behind her quietly. There was an awkward silence for a moment while Jude packed up the leftover food.

"I think I should go see what's bothering her. Have a good lunch sir" He was off, taking the plastic bags with him as he left.

Kylian let out a heavy sigh and threw away the rest of his yogurt.

Stalking any of your or ex-romantic interests accounts is never a good idea. There is nothing you can find that will bring you satisfaction, especially if you go in looking for the bad things. The things you know will hurt you.

Bianca knew this was an especially dumb idea seeing as Kylian had a whole life outside of her, but she couldn't stop herself as her thumbs typed in his name into the search bar. Shockingly he was public and held a normal following of about a thousand followers.

The most recent picture was of him and his brother at what appeared to be a football match with the caption Good times with my bro @ EthanMbappé *french flag emoji.*

Kylian looked relaxed, like the stress of his life had taken the day off as he sat with his brother on the sidelines, teeth showing and sunglasses up showing the reflection of the flash of his camera. Bianca found herself smiling as she scrolled to the next picture.

The next photo was of him and Ariella dated to the fall set outside a classroom with Ariella clinging onto her dad as he held her with a big grin in contrast to her pout. The caption read So hard to say goodbye to ma coccinelle *heart emoji*

Bianca clicked on the comments to see the first one was Camille, followed by his mother and another random account whom she assumed was his friend. Camille wrote a simple My loves!!!

She felt bad for laughing when she noticed Kylian hadn't responded to the comment but responded to his friends.

Bianca somehow ended up on his mom's page scrolling through their Christmas photos. She held the phone in one hand while she took a sip of her poorly made horchata in the other and when she set the drink back down, she dropped the phone flat on its face.

Her first reaction was to cringe and hope the screen was not shattered, but when she picked it back up it was far worse. On Kylian's comment saying he loves his mother, there was a highlighted red heart showing she liked it somewhere in the process of the phone falling.

Bianca screamed and slapped her hand to her mouth, quickly unliking the comment. There was a thick silence amongst herself as she sat in shock, quietly praying that he has his notifications off.

Things stayed stagnant for the next hour, Bianca paced around her living room hoping that he would never notice. Her heart nearly jumped out of her chest when she heard the familiar Whatsapp notification.

Bianca was horrified to check the app but she knew she had to.

KM: Stalker ;)

She held her face to the pillow as she let out a long wail, her face burning with shame. Maybe it was the embarrassment or maybe she just outright missed him but no matter the reason the responded within five minutes.

B: I could say the same for you

Before Bianca could leave the app he was typing again.

KM: You're deflecting

KM: Just say you missed me too

At that moment nothing else mattered, no other distraction or person between them was stopping her as read his texts.

B: Maybe just a little bit

KM: You're so cute

KM: Do you have some free time? We should talk about everything

B: I think the real question is do you have free time?

KM: I'll be there in an hour let me take care of some things

Bianca rushed out of her bed like a bat out of hell. All of her efforts for the past week have gone to the wayside as she jumped into the shower and prepared like she was going off to war, smothering herself in every fancy soap, cream, and glitter she could.

There was enough time for her to take time to really prepare how she wanted to in hopes of wanting to impress Kylian. She had managed to get ready with a spare five minutes but she sat waiting for twenty before Kylian had texted her again.

KM: I'm outside

Three knocks proceed the text.

Bianca walked over to the door unsure of what to expect, but when she opened the door she was greeted by a comfortably dressed Kylian sporting a black Valentino hoodie with matching sweatpants. She wasn't sure how to approach him so she just kissed both of his cheeks in a neutral greeting.

He stopped to take off his white sneakers at the doormat while Bianca shut the door behind him. "You smell good, ma belle" he noted as he stepped onto her carpet.

"Thank you, so do you."

That was an understatement. Just smelling his familiar strong cologne made her press her thighs together. It was hypocritical to think that he possibly wanted her just for her body when all she can think about is getting on her knee's from him, but it was hard not to when he stood there in the flesh looking finer than ever in his sweatsuit.

They walked over to her couch and sat beside each other but their bodies leaned so they could face each other. "Sorry about being a little late I had to finish speaking with Ibrahimovic about-"

Bianca couldn't focus, only watching his mouth move but not processing his words. She swung her leg up across his lap and rubbed slowly, hoping to get her point across. "You little brat you aren't listening to me" Kylian's hands found her leg and guided her.

"I am listening to you." She lied, sitting up so she could use her palm instead.

Kylian grew underneath her hand, the thick material of his pants not shielding his excitement. "Ahh- as much as I wanna do this we have a lot of things we have to discuss princess" He couldn't stop himself from bucking up into her touch.

Bianca's hand froze and her lower lip pouted out as she batted her long eyelashes at him. "Can't we talk about it after Daddy?"

His eyes darkened as he leaned forward to crash his lips onto hers roughly, tongue slipping into her mouth when she gasped. Butterflies erupted in Bianca's stomach as Kylian lightly sucked on her tongue teasingly.

Bianca could feel the puddle pooling between her legs and wanted relief so she crawled onto Kylian's lap. "So eager tonight" he mumbled as he trailed his kisses down into her neck.

She winced loudly as a sharp pain stung her neck, Kylian's teeth biting into the corner of her skin. Kylian sucked harshly until Bianca was whining and clawing at his back. He pulled back with a smile on his face, pressing another quick kiss to the wet spot. "Perfect."

Kylian's thumb grazed over the forming bruise and Bianca slapped his shoulder softly. "Did you give me a hickey?" She asked with disbelief, eyelids low.

"Wanted to remind you that you're mine."

Bianca was so pleased with his response that she didn't even want to break down the irony or think about the repercussions.

She lifted up her shirt so that he could have better access to her body and Kylian wasted no time undoing her bra. Kylian cupped her breast as he bit above her nipple, teeth sinking down into the soft skin to leave another mark. "All mine." He muttered against her.

His knees sunk into the couch further as he sat up to take his hoodie off, him now wearing a plain white shirt. Kylian stripped that off too before he turned his attention to fully undressing Bianca.

Bianca's hips rose as he tore her underwear off, stroking his neck as he left bites all down her body to her stomach where he started to become more careful and sweet, licking and caressing at her curves. "All yours." She repeated back to him as he get lower.

Kylian seemed to be on a mission as he parted Bianca's legs and kissed up her thighs until he reached her wet center. He licked a long stripe before delving deeper inside, nudging at her clit with his nose.

He teased her for a very short bit, licking everywhere besides where she needed it most. Bianca was whimpering and grasping at the cushions for support. She couldn't take it anymore and squeezed her thighs closer to his head. "Need your big dick inside Daddy" she cried, the heels of her feet digging into his bare back.

Kylian shook his head and lapped at her clear juices, causing her to squirm around from oversensitivity "t-too much" she mewled as she gripped his short hair.

He pulled his head up only enough to hover over her clenching hole. "You've been bad, mon bébé. Now you gotta take your punishment like a good girl."

Bianca was practically drooling at his words, bracing herself for whatever he wanted."Yes, daddy."

"You listen so well for me"

His mouth attached to her clit, gently sucking to ease her into it. Bianca's thighs shook as he began to hallow his cheeks against the sensitive bud, causing tears to well up in her eyes.

Kylian's tongue circled as he continued slurping, groaning at the sweetness of her on his tastebuds. Bianca couldn't stop the tears from falling down her cheeks, the pleasure at a new height. "Haaah daddy, yes!" she practically screamed.

He was enjoying every moment of this, eyes opening to watch her face contort from the overstimulation. Her tears of happiness only caused him to go faster, adding two fingers into her hole when he felt she was ready for it.

His long fingers scissored inside of her at a steady pace making lewd notices as he pushed the slick liquid back into her. The entire room was loud between Bianca's pleading moans and the sound of Kylian gulping at her sopping folds. He began grinding against the couch, his own body throbbing for him to be inside of her.

Bianca's hips were rocking in time with his smooth pink tongue, spreading her mess all over Kylian's face who licked up every ounce he could.

Kylian felt her swollen organ tighten more rapidly signaling she was already close. Bianca was a mess above him, shoving her fingers in her mouth in an attempt to subdue herself but failing. The strange pressure had built up once again and Bianca now understood what it meant.

"I think I'm g-gonna-" She stopped to let out a scratchy moan, unable to hold back any longer.

Kylian didn't stop pumping his fingers deep inside of her but he did pull his mouth away to stick his tongue out in order to catch the shooting liquid. "Daddy, daddy fuck oh fuck" she babbled out, grinding against his fingers.

He drank up the liquid like it was water, delving back into her wet heat to catch the last of it he could while she rode out her orgasm on his fingers, shaking and squeezing around his thick digits.

Bianca's screams quieted and Kylian pressed one last long kiss to her clit before getting up and enveloping his tongue into hers, sharing her taste with herself. Bianca wrapped her arms around his neck as they swapped their spit back and forth in a kiss. "Do you taste yourself, princess? Do you see why I'm addicted?" He asks as he sticks his coated fingers in her warm mouth.

She hummed around them in agreement and bobbed her head against the shiny skin. "I want to be the only one doing this to you. You want that too don't you, baby?" Kylian took his slimy fingers out to squeeze her cheeks together.

Bianca couldn't get out anything, only a quick nod. "We'll figure this all out. One day it'll be just us." He yanked her face to his for another sloppy kiss before grabbing her naked body and placing her on the floor in front of him.

"Open your pretty mouth for Daddy."

It felt like a dream, like what he was saying was too good to be true. Just them? It's everything she wants to hear. All she wishes for is him in any capacity she can take and it only feels more true right now.

Bianca wondered to herself how she could go days without speaking with him and vowed to never do it again if possible.

The two of them went on until Kylian spilled his seed down her throat, praising her for being so good to him. Bianca was in pure bliss as she gulped him down, only pulling up when Kylian told her to.

They cleaned up and nestled together on the couch in a blanket, some random movie in French playing in the background. It felt like heaven on Earth being in his arms once again, being able to play pretend for a couple of hours.

This time, Kylian was adamant about not falling asleep because he had seen how that ended last time and did not want to repeat it.

Kylian ran one hand along her now-clothed stomach caringly while the other was entangled with Bianca's. "What do you wanna do?" Kylian asked, head leaning down at the girl to see her face.

Bianca's eyes didn't leave the TV. "About what?"

In her head she thought, Please don't ruin the moment. Let's stay like this just a little longer.

"You and I. We're in such a fucked position, Mon amour."

Bianca's perfect bubble busted and they're forced to once again face reality.

When she didn't answer, Kylian kept talking. "If anyone found out about us, I would lose my job. Getting involved with anyone below me in the company's hierarchy will get me fired, no questions asked. It opens the company up to potential lawsuits and I'd be a liability. You know that, Bianca." He kept his tone as nice as he could but stern to emphasize the significance.

She had known that for a long time but pushed it down as far as she could but she knows she can't anymore. Truthfully she had been focusing so much on his relationship that she almost forgot about the risks that came with this. The danger was too realistic, too important to ignore any longer.

"We'll be more careful. No more fooling around at work," Bianca tried to bargain, setting up from his hold to meet his gaze.

Kylian looked empathic as he pursed his lips together. "This is my entire career on the line. I've worked all of my adult life to get up to this point."

Bianca frowned and tried to think of what to say, but her mind drew a blank. What reasoning is there to say to refute him? He's not wrong. "I'm sorry, Kylian."

He breathed heavily out of his nostrils and brought the back of her hand up to meet his lips. "I don't want to lose my job, but I can't quit this either."

She couldn't look at him anymore. He still had the power to make her just as nervous and shy as the day she first started liking him so she turned her head to look back at the TV. He brought his hand to her chin, nudging her to look at him again and she complied, her cheeks warming up.

"I don't want to lose you," Bianca told him, hands wrapping around his arm.

Kylian shook his head like that wasn't anything she should be concerned about. "You won't. You're like a little worm in my brain now that I can't get rid of" He joked, dimples poking out as he smiled.

Bianca rolled her eyes playfully. "How romantic."

He laced his hands with hers. "Seriously though. You're always there in my head. No matter where I am, I'm just waiting until the next time I can be with you. Unless I'm with Ariella of course."

She would never, ever want to be before Ariella so she nodded understandingly. "I feel the same way. We just have to be a lot more sneaky, and definitely no more work sex until I find a new job."

Kylian was visibly shocked. "Another job?"

Bianca looked at him like it was the easiest decision in the world. "I'm a secretary, it's not exactly the most rare job out there. You have a daughter to feed and I'm not going to ruin her life just because her dad decided to hook up with his employee. With all due respect of course." She lightened her tone at the end in order to soften the blow.

"It's honestly not the worst idea you've had. I'd feel guilty about you leaving though." Kylian frowned at her.

He looked at her concernedly, like he wanted her to really think about her words. "Let's say things don't work out between us. Then what, I'm forced to look at your face every day for the rest of my life and torture myself? It'll be even worse if it does work out because then you'll be out of a job." Bianca explained.

"So will you, if you leave because of me."

She made a 'seriously?' face at him. "You're only two positions away from being CEO of the highest-rated finance firm in all of France and you're only twenty-four. I'll be fine taking calls at another place and quite frankly, I don't like working there all that much either."

Kylian's flashed his teeth at her words. "Keep stroking my ego, I like it."

She stuck her middle finger out to him and he bit it playfully.

"You have a good heart, but don't do anything rash. Just think about it, the decision is completely yours." Kylian kissed the side of her head and melted at the thought of how giving she was.

He cupped the sides of her face as he kissed her lovingly. When they pulled away, he noticed a flash in her eyes. "Wait a minute what about Camille?'

Kylian looked confused before groaning and leaning back on the couch as if it all flooded back to him. "Fuck Bianca we're really in a messy situation."

She remained deadpan. "You don't say."

He rubbed his hand across his forehead, stress clearly weighing on him again. "Promise you we will talk about it tomorrow. I just wanted to get the job talk of the way tonight so we can clear some things up. I want to spend this next hour holding you before I have to leave."

Bianca settled into his arms again with a grin, happy to not have to face any more of the big problems today. She knows the Camille dilemma comes with more complications and she was not in the mood to dissect that today.

Kylian rubbed all over her body absentmindedly as they enjoyed each other's company, attention turning back to the movie. Bianca finally felt safe for the first time in a long time.

She lazily picked up her phone when she got a text notification and opened it directly in front of Kylian.

J: u've stood me up for hot chocolate that's vile bee

J: have you died?

𝔸/ℕ: 𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕜 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘! 𝕋𝕣𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕗𝕦𝕝𝕝𝕪, 𝕀 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕀 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕔𝕦𝕥 𝕚𝕥 𝕦𝕡 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕟𝕠 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝟛𝕜 𝕠𝕗 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕀 𝕕𝕚𝕕𝕟'𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕪'𝕒𝕝𝕝! 𝕄𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕓𝕖 𝕒𝕕𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕟𝕖𝕩𝕥 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕀 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕡𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕞 𝕥𝕠𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝕙𝕒𝕙𝕒. 𝕊𝕠 𝕔𝕦𝕣𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕤 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕁𝕦𝕕𝕖 𝕧 𝕂𝕪𝕝𝕚𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕦𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟! 𝔸𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕟𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕜𝕖𝕖𝕡 𝕞𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕀 𝕔𝕒𝕟'𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕜 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕖𝕟𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙, 𝕋ℍ𝔸ℕ𝕂 𝕐𝕆𝕌 !!!!!!! <𝟛𝟛𝟛𝟛𝟛𝟛𝟛

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