#i already have forgotten why the acting out in sleep is only bad in a specific like. situation

[lokh]

i think the punching and kicking in my sleep was just stress!

[sugurufic]

Two best friends in a room... (Gojo x F!Reader)

Summary: You and Gojo are stuck with each other one evening and Gojo decides to make a tiktok. You've got your own devious plan in your head.

Word Count: 1k

Content: fluff, Its a bit different from the other trends i've written… gojo tries this one on you instead, reader mentions she is bad at biology but likes math (self insert).

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“Satoru, why do you only have sweets for snacks?” you complain, plopping down on his bed. “Don’t you ever crave something salty or sour or spicy?”

“Hey! Stop whining about my sweets in my dorm!” He pouts, half sitting up. “You should’ve gotten your own snacks instead.”

“Suguru and Shoko aren’t here yet,” You say, taking out your phone to text in the groupchat. “I’ll ask them to bring me something other than sweet.”

“Oh, Suguru is busy - Yaga sent him on a mission at the last moment.” Gojo complains. “Shoko is busy preparing for her med school entrance exam.”

“Oh, right! I had totally forgotten about that,” you say, thinking about Shoko. She didn’t really need to prepare this hard, but you figured she did it because she enjoys studying about the human body. She has the brains to do it, you dont - having always been more inclined toward maths than biology. “Shoko’s stronger than me because I had already given up on biology back in middle school.”

“That is good because you make an excellent sorcerer.” Gojo says, somehow the teasing is missing in his words. “People would have died if you became a doctor.” There he is.

“Oi! I wasn’t that bad.” You defend yourself.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night,” he shrugs.

“What do you want to do then, Satoru?” You ask.

“Let’s make a tiktok!” He sits up straight, reaching for his phone on the nightstand. “I have been wanting to do this for ages,”

“What?” you ask, not recalling any trend that you have come across recently. But that might be because you don’t use tiktok (A/N: not a lie, but i use ig reels so it's the same)

“It will be funnier if you don’t know,” the white haired man grins, looking at you from over his sunglasses. His bright blue eyes sparkle with mischief - which you’d have found adorable if you weren’t the target of his joke.

He sets his phone up, floating it in the air above the bed with his limitless. The mischief is not gone from his eyes, and he has ditched the glasses for now. You rarely get the chance to admire his pretty blue eyes - it’s for your own good, you think. His eyes are captivating.

The audio starts to play, and Satoru says the words with it, “two best friends in a room…” you recognize the audio, but force yourself to not give it away, a devious plan forming in your head on seeing his annoyingly endearing smirk. “...they might kiss,” he finishes, and you give him a shy smile, keeping up the innocent act.

“Yes we will,” you say with the audio, still keeping that innocent act with puppy eyes looking right into his pretty blue eyes.

“What?” the what he says times up with the audio, but the shock on his face is genuine.

“I said, yes we will,” you finally give up the innocent act and smirk, loving the red-faced Satoru, who looks like he is about to explode. You turn towards him, on your hands and knees as you lean into his space and he seems to be running on autopilot and leaning towards you, the red flush never leaving his face. The audio continues to play promiscuous girl, but you don’t pay much mind to it.

Just as your lips are about to touch, you look at Gojo - his pretty eyes closed and lips open expectantly, and you almost feel bad for what you are about to do to him. Keyword being almost. You have gotten a once in a lifetime opportunity to get the ultimate teasing rights over him - with the proof being recorded, and no matter how much you want to kiss him too, you steel your nerves to not laugh, and blow air into his ear instead. 

Your warm exhale into his pink ears has your best friend shivering with a shrill squeal, and the phone drops to the bed, still recording as Gojo loses all his focus.

“What the hell was that?!” He screams, voice still higher pitched.

“I was having a bit of fun,” you say, biting your lip to stop the laughter. “But you looked like you actually wanted to kiss me?”

“So what if I did?” He gets defensive and pouty. “You’re pretty and I like to hang out with you.”

“Is that so?” you tease, feeling warmth creep up your face. “Go on then,” you say, knowing well enough that you will regret this later, but you can’t not do it. “I’ll let you kiss me,”

If Satoru was blushing then, his blood vessels looked ready to combust when you said those words in that challenging tone. He was all but compliant, leaning towards you when you took charge and grabbed the collar of his white shirt, pushing yourself to him, your knees on the outside of his thighs and your lips pressed against his. His large hands fly to your hips, holding on to them as if his life depends on it and parting his lips eagerly to welcome your tongue.

Your heart thunders in your ears, disbelief at the fact that you are kissing your best friend, your very attractive best friend that people would give anything to get a chance with. One of you hands leaves his collar and rests against his warm cheek, caressing it gently as the kiss turns into a full make out session with you sitting on his lap and his hand reaching down to your ass.

When you separate, both of you are panting, heavy lidded eyes looking into one another, and Gojo finally breaks the silence with a breathy admission, “I don’t think I can ever stop wanting to kiss your sweet mouth, princess.”

“Then don’t stop,” you whisper back, resting your forehead on his.

“Be my girlfriend,” he asks.

“Be my boyfriend,” you say.

“Hey girlfriend,” he tests.

“Hey boyfriend,” you tease.

“Let's go on a date, girlfriend.” Gojo suggests. “I’ll let you have something other than sweet, babe.”

You giggle and nod, before taking his phone and sending the tiktok to yourself. Boyfriend or not, you can never pass up the opportunity to get blackmail material against him. He is an annoyance, but he is your annoyance now.

A/N: man i love bottom-coded gojo with my whole heart. also first time writing gojo i hope you like it <3

[vnti-vntiety-recs]

Love No Longer

❥ PAIRING: dom!s.coups x fem!reader

❥ WORD COUNT : 5.1K

❥ GENRE(S): smut/slight humor?

❥ SUMMARY: What happens when your friends dare you to break up with your boyfriend over text? AKA I still suck at summaries just read it.

❥ WARNINGS: MDNI, 18+, mentions of drinking, sexual acts, face fucking/deep throat, a lil man handling, rough cheol, asphyxiation, overstimulation, lying for a bet

❥ NOTES: Based on THIS prank that Jeonghan did on Coups but with a lil twist...while you're here, read my Mingyu fic: Petty Wars

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You're at your annual sleepover with your friends, the night only getting later. You are all gathered around the living room. You had picked out a move, but it's soon forgotten, nothing more than white noise as you all move on to play drinking games. The game you all are currently playing is a text response game. The rules of the game are simple. You must spin a wheel and wherever you land, you send the corresponding message to someone saved on your phone. Whoever you decide to text has 1 minute to respond. If you fail, you take a shot. It's already late, so you don't have a long list of people to choose from. Your turn finally arrives and you can only think of one person who might still be up at this hour. 

You spin the wheel, landing on the spot that reads ‘I'm sorry I can't do this any longer.’ Your friends all coo at you as you get ready to send the message.

“Who are you sending it to?” Jurin looks over your shoulder at your phone.

“Cheol, he's the only person I can think of that might still be awake.” You reply with a smile.

 "What a dick move to break up over text," Jurin jokes playfully pushing at you.

 "when he gets this, he's gonna fucking kill me. Promise to attend my funeral?"

“Why are we planning funerals?” your friend Chisa walks back in with more snacks sitting in the small circle that's formed around you, all eyes on your phone.

“They’re making me break up with Cheol,” you fake cry before you send the message with a huff. They start the timer. You wait for his reply as the timer continues to tick. 

“He never checks his fucking messages” you groan, rolling your eyes, clock at 30 secs. 

You sigh, already accepting your defeat. You grab your shot glass and hold it out to your friend Hyo with a shake. Being the appointed bartender of the night, she pours your shot. The timer finally reaches 0 and you down the shot.

The game continued until the entire group went. The game was a bust. No one got a reply in a timely manner. Who would have guessed everyone would be busy on a late Saturday night. All your other friends are probably out parting or fast asleep. You all are just about to move on to the next game when you hear your phone ring. 

“Oh shit, it's Cheol” you yell. The girls gather back around, excited squeals fill the room. You quickly hush them so you can take the call.

“Hello?” You sigh, trying to put on an act. You had never been good at lying, especially to cheol. You can only hope he can't see through your facade.

“What are you talking about?” He gets straight to the point. 

His voice filters through the phone, thick with sleep sounding slightly raspy. You know how precious his sleep is to him so you feel a bit bad for keeping him up, but with your friends egging you on in the back, you have no choice but to continue with the prank. The show must go on so you pull yourself together and reply.

“I was just thinking… and I can't do this anymore. I don't want to argue with you. Let's just end it.”

Silence is all you hear on the other line.

��“Where are you?” he still sounds unbothered and tired. You roll your eyes, knowing he probably still doesn't believe you. You're known for being bratty when you don't get your way. He probably just thinks you're acting out. 

“Choi Seungcheol, do you think I'm joking?" You know you're pushing it, but you knew this was the only way he would take you seriously. You only use his full name when you're pissed because you know it makes him mad.

 “Are you for real? Are you still mad about last week? I said I was sorry” He’s fully awake now. 

Last week, you guys got into an argument because he ate your leftovers. You came over after work. You were waiting all day to eat the rest of your kimchi jjigae, but it was gone. He said he ate it because you always leave food in his fridge for days, promising to eat it later. He usually ends up having to throw it out. He claims he didn't want to be wastful, so he ate it.

"You should be thanking me,im saving the planet," he argued

You were already tired from work, and now hungry. You were extra sensitive that day, so you ignored him for 2 hours until he went out and returned with more food. He knows you're one to hold grudges, so he doesn't put it past you to still be upset.

“You're seriously gonna break up with me over some leftovers?” He says exasperatedly.

“No, it's not just that Seungcheol, it's other things too. I don't have to explain myself to you. We are over!” you pack in the dramatics. 

You mute yourself just briefly when you threaten to let out a giggle. Your friends not making it any easier as they can't hold their laughter either. You shush them before unmuting the phone again. It's silent until you hear a scoff from your boyfriend.

“You can't even say it to my face? Come see me princess, you scared?” He’s pissed you can practically hear him clenching his jaw.

You try your hardest to shake the nervousness from your voice. “You don't scare me Cheol” you roll your eyes.

“Oh, now I'm Cheol? What happened to Choi Seungcheol? You better be here within the next hour or I'll come find you. You think I'm playing?” At this point, you know he's being dead serious. You're just about to tell him you're joking when your friend grabs your phone and ends the call abruptly.

“Chisa! he's gonna fucking kill me? What are you doing?” You're bewildered as you wait for her answer.

“You were going to cave, I could tell. I'm only doing what's best for you” She nods understandingly at you like she's some kind of therapist.

“Um, did you forget we were just joking…. I'm not actually breaking up with him??? This isn't a game you're playing with my life now” You have already been testing his patience tonight. Hanging up in his face definitely got you, like 10 spankings. 

“But earlier? You said they were making you break up with him?”

“It was a joke!”

“Oops must have missed that part,” she squeaks nervously, trying to hide away as you hit her with a pillow.

You're about to call him back when Hyo grabs your wrist. “Noo, let's see how far we can take this” She smiles wickedly

You wait for her to continue. 

“Go home, call us, and keep us in your pocket when you confront him,” Hyo finishes

“Are you bitches that bored?” you give them a blank stare.

 “Yes,” they return your stare and burst out laughing in unison.

“And what would I get from risking my life for you guys” 

“50 bucks?” 

“hell no” 

“from all of us” 

you stop and pucker your lips in thought “cash app me?” 

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You can only imagine how pissed Cheol is, so to at least lighten your punishment, you heed his warning and arrive within the next 45 minutes. You park your car, and before you exit, you dial up the girls.

 “Alright bitches grab your popcorn… Chae, you still ain’t send my money” you can hear a groan from the other line, a beat of silence falls before your phone lights up indicating someone has sent you $50.

“Thank. You” you enunciate with a smirk. 

“Ok, we’re gonna mute ourselves now. Don't hang up!” Jurin cheers.

“alright,” You slip your phone into your pocket. 

You get out and lock your car with a beep. You’re sweating bullets, you and Seungcheol have had your fair share of arguments, both of you are never afraid to say what's on your mind but you don't think you have ever pushed this many of his buttons all at the same time before. As you make your way up the drive-thru, you feel a vibration in your back pocket. To double-check that your call was still going, you pulled out your phone. Luckily, the call didn't drop, but you noticed a new notification. It was a text from Cheol.

‘Doors open’, it read. 

He must have heard you pull up. You walk through the door, and you can see a single light coming from the living room. You walk towards the light. He must have been waiting for you. You enter the room, Seungcheol sitting with his arms crossed across his broad chest, making his arms look even bigger. You hate to say it, but damn, you're glad you pissed him off. He always looked so sexy with his eyes glaring daggers at you. His thighs spread open on the couch. Normally, his man spreading would annoy you, but right now, and all you can do is stare at his thick thighs straining against his jeans. For a moment, you get too caught up in ogling him. Frozen in your spot, you can't find the words to say. Head completely empty, mission forgotten. You must have been out of it for a second too long because Cheol cocks his head to the side with a quirk of his eyebrow. 

“Thought you weren't scared of me pretty girl.” his words snap you out of your trance. Remembering your mission, you set off to give the girlies their money's worth. 

“I'm here like you asked. What do you want?” You try your best to sound displeased.

“Watch that fucking attitude” 

At first, you were acting, but now he was bringing the real brat out of you. You hated when he thought he could boss you around. 

“You don't run me. You ever think that's maybe one of the reasons I wanna break up with you?” 

This makes him smile. You can tell by the look in his eyes he's about to say the vilest thing. You brace yourself. Whatever he's about to say you already know your friends aren't letting you live it down. 

“You seem to like it when I boss you around if it means you're gonna get some dick? You follow my commands just fine then? When I tell you to drop to your knees and take me down the back of your throat, I don't hear any complaints” He shrugs nonchalantly. You clench your fists in embarrassment. You can already feel the string of texts rolling in as your phone silently vibrates in your back pocket.

“Is that all you called me here for? To humiliate me?” you snap. 

“Humiliate you? Where was that shame when I called you my little fuck doll and you practically came every-” 

“Alright, we're done ok. OVER!” You rush out trying to speak louder than him, hoping your friends didn't catch that comment. You know it's no use, those nosey bitches hear everything.

Seungcheol finally rises from the couch and walks toward you calmly. His figure almost towering over your frame the closer he gets. When he reaches you, he bends down to be at eye level with you. He holds eye contact with you, looking deep into your eyes, searching for something. You look away from him, knowing if he looked hard enough, he could still see the love in your eyes. He grabs your face and makes you look at him. 

"Let me see those eyes princess” you have no choice but to hold his stare. "That's my good girl” 

you can barely keep up the act up anymore.

“You seriously through with me baby?” 

“yes” you barely whisper

At this exact moment, you know the jig is up. He can see right through you. From the beginning, he knew you were lying. He just had to know for sure for himself. The only thing is, he still can't wrap his head around why you're acting this way. 

“My baby just wants to act up right? Not giving you enough attention, is that it?” he mocks your pout and pecks your lips softly.

“You would never leave me, hmm?" He nods your head for you. 

All you can do is stare at his lips not hearing a word that comes out.

“What happened, baby? Where did that attitude go?” He kisses you deeply this time. 

Your legs feel like putty under you. He bites your lip, causing you to gasp softly. He takes the chance to lick into your mouth. You almost moan into the kiss, but a buzz from your back pocket reminds you why your here. You try again to hold your ground, barely managing to pull yourself away from his intoxicating kiss.

“You're not allowed to kiss me anymore” you breathe heavily

Seungcheol can't help but become amused at the state he's left you in, breathless just from a kiss. “And why is that?”

 You swallow the nerves that threaten to bubble to the surface from what you're about to say. “I'm not yours anymore” 

“Then whose are you?” 

“I…. I found someone else,” you squeak out.

Seungcheol already knows you're lying, but the fact that you won't drop this little act is pissing him off. The amused smirk on his face from earlier was gone, instead replaced by a scowl and furrowed brows. 

“Stop playing” he's serious. 

You stay quiet. 

He chuckles darkly. “You found someone who fucks you better than me baby? Are you sure about that?” 

Silence again 

“Answer me when I'm fucking talking to you pretty girl,” He growls

No matter how badly you wanted to be a brat and knock his ego down just a tad, you couldn’t bring yourself to tell that lie. 

“That's what I thought” he crashes his lips to yours and brings a hand to the back of your head to keep you in place. 

You have completely forgotten about the dare. You can only think about whatever punishment he's going to give you for acting out. He walks you backwards until your hips meet the cool wood of the dining room table. He breaks away from the kiss to turn you around, bending you over the table. He presses his hips into your ass. You can't help but grind back into him subtly. 

“Do you feel that baby? Noone's ever gonna make you feel as good as me. You said you found someone else? Let's see how they compare.”

As he grinds against your ass he can feel your phone going off in your back pocket and takes it out. 

You immediately move to grab your phone. He uses his free hand to grab your arm and pin it behind your back easily, pressing you further into the table. He unlocks your phone and then falls silent. 

“I can explain” you nervously laugh

Your friends unmuted themselves, knowing they had been exposed. “Heyyy.. go easy on the princess over there” They snicker.

You can immediately recognize Chisa’s voice. You can feel your cheeks heat up at the teasing.

“We put her up to it,” Hyo giggles from somewhere in the background.

“It was a dare, I'm sorry!” you try to recover. 

Seungcheol can't help but laugh. You know that humorless laugh all too well. With just that laugh as the indicator, you know it's up for you now. He leans over your body to hover next to your ear, stroking your hair lovingly.

“Don't worry, she's in good hands” he hangs up the call and the hair he had stroking your hair grips your strands at the roots, pulling you up against his chest. 

“In the room brat, show out if you want to tonight. I want you on your best behavior.” He tugs your hair, waiting for a response. 

“yes daddy,” you can't help but moan. You know he won't give you anything if you're not on your best behavior. You know he's going to punish you, but you can't help but rub your thighs together at the thought, your panties practically clinging to your core with how wet you were. 

He lets you go and watches you walk away down the hallway into your room. You sit on the edge of the bed, waiting for your next command. You cross your legs in an effort to control your arousal. You had been sitting for a while when you finally heard him approach the room. 

“Get undressed, I want you on your knees waiting for me,” he orders before disappearing into your shared closet, 

You undress and do what you're told, getting on your knees. He emerges with the toy box, setting it on the bedside table for now. You don't think it's fair how he can just stand there and look so fucking good in just a tight tee and some jeans. If he didn't do something to you fast, you were certain you would break your promise of being on your best behavior. The brat in you is never too afraid to rear its head. He's just been standing there looking at you, his features set in a permanent scowl, and you think he couldn't be any sexier. You hold back a whine, biting your lip. This seems to move him from his spot. He grabs your chin roughly, contradicting the way he gently traces his thumb across your bottom lip. 

“You sorry?” 

You open your mouth to answer; he takes this chase to shove his thumb in your mouth. All you can do is nod your head. Gently suckling on his digit. 

“Come show me how sorry baby” 

His eyes have grown dark with lust as he watched you pull off his thumb. You move from your spot on the bed and crawl closer to him. Hands immediately reaching for his belt. You can't seem to get the stupid thing off quick enough, stumbling over your hands. He grasps your wrist. You look up at him, confused.

“Slow down baby, no need to rush… I'm going to take my time with you tonight” you can sense the underlying threat in that and a shiver runs through your body. 

If you thought you were soaked before, you're definitely dripping down your thighs at this point. His pants fell down on his thighs as you unbuckled his belt. You can't help but let out a near-pornographic moan at the sight in front of you. You can already feel the weight of it against your tongue. He hasn't even touched you yet and you can already feel yourself becoming cock drunk just from the thought of him. You nuzzle against his stomach as you stroke him through the fabric of his boxers. 

“Don't act sweet now princess, you're still gonna get it,” he pats your head.

You meet his eyes with a dopey smile. “I know, I just love you” 

You break his hard exterior a little; you see a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He leans down and pecks you softly, scattering kisses all across your face. 

“I love you too, on your back for me baby.” 

You lay on your back, hanging your head off the bed. He pulls his clothes the rest of the way off his body. He spits in his palm, stroking his length before he places it on your lips. No further words are necessary. You lick your lips and open your mouth for him. You relax your throat for him, letting him take control. It's better to take as much as he gives you than to tease him. You can practically feel him hit the back of your throat. You groan at the feeling sending vibrations down his length. 

“Fuck baby, just like that” he throws his head back to moan “gonna fuck your throat now, ok?” 

You do your best to nod, preparing yourself for him to fuck your face. He gently fits the rest of his size down your throat, trying his hardest not to gag you…. for now. One hand cradling the top of your head and the other gripping your jaw, holding you in place as he thrusts into your mouth. Gently at first to help you warm up until he was fully fucking your throat. He pauses his quick pace briefly and holds your head in place as he presses deep into your throat. He holds you there, groaning at the feeling. He's still feeling a little mean, so he takes one of his hands and uses it to pinch your nose, cutting off your only source of oxygen. You're able to hold your breath a bit before you begin to gag on his dick due to your lack of oxygen. He makes you take it for a few seconds longer before pulling from you. He gives you a few moments to catch your breath. 

“You did so well for me baby come here” he helps you up onto your knees again and rewards you with a kiss stealing your breath once again. 

You melt into his touch, and when he pulls away, you chase his lips. 

“Behave” he warns. “Lay back for me baby,” he instructs. 

You crawl up the bed and lay back, closing your eyes and waiting for what he has in store next. What you don't expect to feel is the cold metal of handcuffs binding your hands in front of you. You immediately whine, not caring if you get reprimanded. You hated not being able to touch him. This was the worst punishment of all. 

“Please, no! I'm sorry, I swear I'll be good. Please let me touch you please,” tears threatening to spill. 

“No baby, you're gonna take your punishment like a big girl, you got that?” he strokes your cheek lovingly. “Now stick that ass out, I want you to count each one” 

You moan at that already knowing what his next punishment would be. You turn over face down, ass up. You feel his hands first at the back of your thighs; you close your eyes again and focus on the way he trails them up past your ass and down your back and up again. Following that route a few times. You fully relax against his touch. He pulls away for a moment. That's when the first hit comes. He brings down the leather paddle against your left cheek.

 “One” you count, 

He brings the paddle down again against the other side. You count up to five and he lets you take a small break as he rubs and massages your cheeks. 

“Doing so good for me baby, we're almost there,” and then he starts up again. 

His gentle actions and words from before are a ghost of the past as he brings the paddle to strike down on you again with no mercy. 

“15” you finally cry, thighs shaking at the stinging. 

He puts the paddle away, leaning down and litters your bruised skin in light kisses. His kisses grow closer and closer to your dripping heat. You moan at the feeling and push your hips back into his face. He grabs your hips and holds them in place as he shoves his tongue deep inside your cunt. Groaning at the taste, he pulls back and licks his lips. Diving back in, eating you from the back. He shakes his head into your core to get more of your taste on his tongue. He slips two fingers into you easily, slick heat sucking him in greedily. He doesn't waste any time curling his digits up deep into your cunt. Free hand holding you against his tough while the other fucking into you roughly. You lean away from his mouth; the feeling is becoming too much. He smacks your thigh in retaliation. 

“don't run from me, I'm not done with you yet” 

“I'm so close, can I come daddy.. please?” You try your best to take everything he gives you. 

He doesn't answer you but pulls his mouth away from your core. He continues to drive his fingers into your heat, adding another one. You can feel your core tighten around his thick fingers. 

“I can't hold it any longer,” you cry as you shake against his grasp. 

Seungcheol pushes you to your limit, right as you're about to release. He pulls his fingers from you, flips you onto your back, and shoves his fingers into your mouth. 

“Hold it,” he states sternly. Tears are streaming down your face by this point. 

“You're done being a bad girl?” he looks down at you.

Not one coherent thought in your head, all you can manage is a slurred “yes” and a “please” and whatever else your fucked out mind can think of. You can see his eyes soften and he takes pity on you. 

“Yea? Tell me what you want then.” 

If you were in your right mind, you would have sent him an icy glare, but you can't even manage that in your state. He took pity on you, but not enough to pass up the chance to tease you. He hovers above you with a smug look on his face, waiting for you to catch your breath to answer him. You know he won't do anything unless you ask for it, so you take a moment to gather your bearings. 

“I want to touch you” 

Since the moment he put the cuffs on you, the only thing you could think of was getting them off. You wanted to run your hands up his arms and across his broad shoulders. You wanted to rake your nails down his back and pull at his hair. You needed to feel him in everyway possible. He chuckles at your request and goes to remove your restraints. As soon as your hands are free, they fly to grab his face and bring him down into a searing kiss. 

You pull away briefly “Fuck me already,” you complain.

“I let up on you and you immediately made me regret it. I spoil you too much” he rolls his eyes at your brattiness.

Without another word, he brings one of your legs up and throws it over his shoulder. You take his length into your grasp and line him up to your entrance, dragging him through your slick, coating the head. You pull him down into another kiss. He slowly sheathes himself in your warmth until you can feel him deep in your stomach. You both moan into each other's mouths. You bite his lip at the feeling. Even with how wet you are, Even with all the prep, he still manages to splits you open on his fat cock. He lets out a deep groan and you release his bottom lip. You lick at it to soothe the inflicted pain. 

“You can take it baby” He leans back onto his knees, taking your other leg in his grasp as well and pressing them against your chest as he drives his hips into yours over and over again. Only noise filling the room is the sound of skin meeting skin, Seungcheol’s deep groans, and your moaning. 

“I'm so close” you reach up to grab a handful of his hair. “Please don't stop,” you cry. 

Really, he should pull out of you and make you finish on your own, but lucky for you, Seungcheol is too far gone to think of doing anything that evil. 

“You're so fucking tight… take it just like that,” he rambles. “So good for me, give me all you got” he rubs at your clit, giving it a few smacks. You can't help but cum around his thick length.

“You're gonna be so full of me, I don't want you spilling a single drop, you hear me?” 

You nod, thighs shaking at the oversensitivity. His thrust starts to lose rhythm as he feels himself get closer. He bites at the junction where your neck and shoulder meet. His hips stutter as he groans. He releases deep within your cunt and after coming down from his high, he pulls out gently. Right when you're about to rest your eyes and bask in the afterglow of your amazing orgasm, you hear the vibrations of your favorite toy. 

“I can't… I can't take another one, please” 

“I know you can princess. Give it to me. Be my good girl just one more time” he kisses the inside of your thighs before he slots himself in between them to prevent them from closing. He really is evil because when he places the toy on you, it's set to its highest vibration. Within seconds, your back is arching off the bed, and your thighs are trembling. 

“Fuck… daddy It's too much” you nearly scream you grab at his wrists but he doesn't move an inch. 

“Take the rest of your punishment angel” you try to close your legs around him as best you could, but that only earns you a slap on your thigh.

“Hold your legs open” he waits for you to do as you're told but you can't even feel your legs anymore. He pries them open and shoves 3 fingers in deep, hitting your g-spot when he curls and scissors them. You squirt all over his arm and thighs. He pulls the toy away and lays a few smacks against your clit to help you ride it out. Shocks of overstimulation surge through you, causing your hips to jump at each hit. As you come down, he sets your thighs down and licks them clean. You can't bear to keep your eyes open any longer, threatening to fall asleep. You feel him lie atop of you with a yawn, crushing you under him.

“ugh get off me asshole,” your voice rasps, nearly gone.

“I didn’t fuck the attitude out of you yet?” his voice rumbles against his chest. You immediately fix your approach. 

“baby you're squishing me would you please get up” 

he finally rolls off of you, pulling you against his chest. 

You hit his chest “you almost killed me”. 

Seungcheol can only laugh in response. After resting his eyes for a few more seconds, he gets up to run a bath. He returns to your side and picks you up bridal style, taking you into the bath. He leaves to change the sheets, then joins you in the tub. He gets in behind you and he cleans you up. You can feel yourself dozing off in his hold. After cleaning up, you get changed into something comfortable and get into bed. You get comfortable against his chest and fall asleep in his arms.

The next morning, you check your phone. Last night, the group chat had blew up. Memes were being used to poke fun at you, your friends holding nothing back. You can't help but laugh, and you close your phone. Do you think it was worth it? Yes. Not only are you $200 richer, but you got some good dick last night as well. You close your eyes and get some more rest. 

[hispg]

Between royalty and vows

Pairings: Prince! Leon x Fem! Reader

Summary: A forced marriage, a fate set in stone, nothing could change that.

In the world of royalty, there were no choices, only obligations to fulfill. What you didn't expect was to become engaged to a renowned prince, ready to succeed the lineage.

Until that moment, you still had some hope that everything would work out, maybe it wasn't so bad. But it would be a shame if your future husband had a mistress.

Wouldn't it?

Wc: 2.8k

Warnings: slow burn, angst, hurt/ comfort, cheating, arranged marriage, eventual smut, one-sided love, affairs, manipulative behavior from Leon, male chauvinism, misogyny (I'll put more once things start to progress).

Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 |

Chapter 7: Unforgettable

The sun was only just coming up, but you had already been awake for a long time. You weren't even allowed to sleep properly that day, after all, the bride had to get up early to prepare for the big occasion. The wedding.

You were surrounded by the queen's ladies, several seamstresses and other maids, some of whom you had never seen set foot in this castle.

In this preparation, no part of you was forgotten, you were adorned from head to toe, from the veil that covered your head to the delicate satin shoes that embellished your feet. Not even if you looked for a strand of hair out of place would you find one. You were dressed like a queen, a beauty so stunning that it could make anyone fall at your feet.

Everyone but the one you wanted.

When your eyes caught sight of yourself in the mirror, you could see every detail of your dress with the utmost clarity. The delicate silk, the lace seams that made sophisticated patterns, just by looking at it you could tell it was too expensive.

The jewelry that Leon had given you a few days ago was now all on you, from necklaces to earrings, or the crown that was on your head, which he had also chosen for you.

You were the bride, but you felt like a stranger in your own wedding, as if it wasn't yours, the intruder was you, the bride herself.

"You look beautiful, Your Highness." One of the maids said, looking at you with admiration.

You then smiled, a forced but beautiful smile, and thanked her with a nod of your head. You made a few more adjustments to your dress yourself. Until then, without realizing the queen's presence at the door, the lady looked at you from top to bottom.

"You look perfect, dear." She said in a velvety voice, approaching you.

Since the last 'disagreement' with the queen, she had been a little distant from you, but apparently everything had passed and she was acting as if nothing had happened. Maybe she just wants to make up.

"You're the perfect suitor for my son, that's why I chose you." She says, as if proud of the fact.

"Thank you, Your Grace." You say in a soft voice, keeping your smile.

She paused, coming up behind you and putting her hands on your shoulders.

Of course you knew your obligation as a woman, but hearing her say that she chose you as if you were just a pretty product on the shelf, didn't seem right.

"I imagine it wasn't easy." You say, trying to get into the same frame of mind as her.

She then nodded, gently adjusting a few details of your veil.

"It's hard to find someone who's worthy of being a prince's wife, it's not easy, being a good wife is a hard chore." She says, letting her fingers trace your necklace.

You gave her a sidelong glance, gathering all your respect, holding your tongue so as not to say something you might regret.

"I'm sure I'll be adequate." You replied politely.

"I'm sure of it, I can already imagine that you'll be able to liven up this castle. Especially when you start giving me heirs." That word sent shivers down your spine, not in a good way.

You always thought that having children would come from an act of passionate love, from those tenuous moments that formed between a couple. But it didn't take long for you to realize that it was just an obligation, and that sooner or later you would be forced to fulfill it.

"Are you already thinking of heirs, Majesty?" You murmured, thinking out loud and not realizing that you had said it out loud.

In a quiet response, she let her hands rest on your abdomen, as if she were seeing the prospect of a child in there.

"That's one of your main purposes, dear. To give my son heirs." You tried your best not to feel disgusted by the tone used, but the idea that you were just an object, destined to fulfill a role at court, was disturbing.

"I also depend on your son's will." You say, gently and firmly removing her hands from your body.

You knew what she was getting at with this manipulation.

"My son will not disappoint." She retorts, watching you support yourself on your heels and head for the exit of your room.

"No of course he won't, he already has." You say without thinking, sharp, harsh words slipping out of your mouth.

You only saw the queen change her expression, which at this point was no longer friendly, but had turned into a gray, angry expression. As if sent from heaven, Chris was charged with taking you to the carriage, and to your surprise he was already waiting for you at the door.

"Your Highness." He said with the same cutting smile as always, expecting you to accompany him.

And you did so without much thought, walking alongside him, trying to disguise the nervous look on your face

"Leon is already waiting for you at the cathedral." He says politely, helping you down the stairs.

"Oh, then we should hurry." You say, lifting up your dress so you can walk more quickly.

"We'll be there in time, don't worry." He assures you, holding your hand as you descend.

Once you had reached the main hall, you heard buzzing here and there, but you couldn't quite make it out. Until you focused your attention on a subject that was of great interest to you.

"I hear that Princess Ashley is very ill! She won't even be able to attend the wedding!" One of the maids commented to Ausdret, who was listening attentively.

"Get back to your duties, there's a lot to do!" Ausdret retorted, giving no room for any gossip to continue.

Ashley sick, a severe cold? Or some more serious illness? In fact, she'd have to be very ill not to attend such an event, or perhaps it's an excuse?

Chris certainly sensed your uncertainty, and promptly muttered, "It'll be fine. You look gorgeous, and so will the wedding."

You felt a small sense of relief, but it was enough to make you put your head together and think about the day ahead.

"Yes, it'll be fine." You murmured back to Chris, sounding more like something to you than to him.

In a cozy silence, he took you to the carriage waiting outside, where they were already waiting for you.

"Good luck, Your Highness." Chris whispers just for you to hear, giving you a gentle smile.

You nod, trying to force your best smile. Despite the storm in your heart, you needed to keep everything in order. Once you got into the luxurious carriage, you knew there was no turning back. And you had chosen that, now all you had to do was wait for the road to end and you would be at the altar, sealing an illusory commitment.

Once you got out of the carriage, you heard the trumpets sounding to announce your arrival, and that's when you began to walk calmly, always keeping your smile and elegance, your head held high as you were the target of the party's prying eyes. Your father was already waiting for you at the entrance to the cathedral, ready to take you down the aisle.

On the way to the altar, you didn't know if it was harder to walk in a dress that size or if the weight of your heart was more significant than that. When the trumpets stopped, all you could hear was the faint applause, the low murmurs here and there, which were so low that you couldn't identify what they were about.

The cathedral was packed, so many people there and you didn't even know half of them, but if they were there, they were certainly important people.

In the distance you could see your family, who smiled proudly at you, your mother with her eyes watering almost to the point of tears, and of course for her everything was perfect, and even if it wasn't, your family and his would act as if everything was a beautiful fairy tale.

Your walk down the aisle was soon marked by the orchestra, playing the standard wedding tune, the sounds echoing through the room as you this time took your focus off your family, and managed to spot your groom, waiting impatiently for you at the altar.

Hate him all you want, but he was breathtaking. Leon found himself wearing a black suit, his eupalette shining when the sun reflected off them, his hair slicked back in a style you hadn't seen him wear before. When you saw him return your gaze, you felt butterflies blooming in your stomach, your breath catching in your throat, causing you to hold the flowers in your hands tighter. He looked so beautiful, you could gasp just looking at him.

Step by step you finally reached the altar, making a small courtesy, and your father gave you a small blessing, and you promptly positioned yourself next to the prince. You were so close, so far apart, almost tying the knot, but still far from finding each other.

Once silence prevailed, the priest cleared his throat and looked at everyone, but specifically at the two of you.

"I appreciate everyone's presence for the celebration of this union. I request that you all take your places so that we can begin the ceremony." The priest said, looking at everyone seriously, but with a certain joy in his eyes.

"We are here today to initiate the union between two kingdoms, between two young lovers." The older man says, his attention focused on the pieces of paper on the lectern.

Who in the whole kingdom wouldn't be happy about such a union?

Everyone sits down and stares at the two of you, the youngest couple about to be married.

"We are here to witness, before God and the whole kingdom, the conjuncture and union between two royals, a prince and a princess, who will soon be our next majesties." Once again the priest spoke, this was his moment to speak, and he would make the importance of this union even clearer.

And then he looks up at the two of you, speaking seriously once again, " Matrimony is a sacred union, not to be broken by anything. The only plausible explanation for breaking that holy and sacred union, is death."

These words sent a chill down your spine, and you couldn't help but swallow when you found yourself facing this situation. Only death could separate the two of you.

What could be a love story for any couple in love, for you, God forgive you, seemed to be more of a curse than anything else.

With a glance from the priest, you saw a girl approaching, carrying the rings on a small cushion. They were made of pure metal, shining so brightly that they were striking even from a distance. Yours had his name engraved on it, along with a diamond at the top.

Leon's ring, on the other hand, also had your name on it, but no stones or other adornments. This was the time to exchange vows, the moment when the two of you would make promises and promises of love.

Another girl came and gently took the bouquet of flowers from your hand, so that you could turn around and face Leon, and the two of you were staring at each other. And you didn't see a hint of love in Leon's eyes, maybe you found some emotion, and it was probably discontent.

Leon then took your hands in his, his warm, larger hands wrapped around yours, and you felt a sudden shiver at the small act.

"Do you promise, Leon Scott Kennedy, to take," he then spoke your name, "as your lawfully wedded wife, to love her, comfort her, honor her and guard her, in sickness and in health, in joy and in sorrow, as long as you both shall live?"

The silence was deafening, everything was quiet except for the sound of your heart beating in your ears, and at the slightest gesture, you squeezed his hand even harder.

At the same moment, you saw him press his lips together tightly, his emotions screaming inside him, the pain between having to seal an incorrigible path, put everything he once wanted to the test, override the desire to follow his heart.

With a certain apprehension, he picked up the ring, removed your gloves, and then slid the ring onto your ring finger.

"Yes… I promise." He says, without any conviction, for the first time you saw his gaze empty, but at the same time you could see the melancholy present there.

"Do you promise," the priest began, clearly speaking your full name before continuing, "to take Leon Scott Kennedy as your lawful wedded husband, to love him, comfort him, honor him and guard him, in sickness and in health, in joy and in sorrow, as long as you both shall live?"

His hesitation to answer was an answer as clear as a thousand words.

But now his oath had been made, all that was left was for you.

With your mind working a thousand miles a minute, all you did was look deep into Leon's eyes, as if you were searching for something there, perhaps something to calm your nerves. But he was looking for the same thing in you, so you were both looking for solace, when you wouldn't have any.

When you saw the people looking at you with a certain astonishment, seeing that you were slow to respond, you also reached for the wedding ring that sealed the marriage, taking Leon's hand in yours as you placed the jewel on his finger.

"Yes, I promise." You said in a whisper, just giving the priest and Leon a chance to hear.

You could already hear some murmurs forming in the cathedral, but you couldn't make out what they were about. A request for silence from the priest was enough to stop all sound, and silence took over once again.

A sound of the priest cleaning his throat, was enough for you to come back to reality and stop staring at Leon, paying attention to what the priest had to say.

"In the sight of God and of people, I now pronounce you husband and wife. May this unification be full of fruits and joys, may it bring to our country what we need. And may you both be happy and blessed by God." For the first time you see the priest give the two of you a slight smile and then mutter:

"You must seal the union with a kiss." The phrase gave you butterflies in your stomach, and it didn't take more than a few seconds for Leon to bring his face close to yours.

At that moment, all you could feel was the blush rising to your cheeks, and everything around it disappeared once he locked his lips onto yours, gently placing a hand on your cheek to hold you in place.

You closed your eyes and let yourself be carried away by the sensation, your lips on his as you moved in sync, in a gentle and sweet way.

If everything was as sweet as this moment was being, then you would feel complete. But life is not a bed of roses.

Once you parted, you leaned your foreheads together, and listened to the various cheers and whistles you saw from everyone watching.

"I promise you'll be happy." Leon whispered to you, and you didn't know if it was worse that he was lying in front of God, or that you believed it so easily.

"I hope so." You reply with a weak smile, looking at him deeply.

When the two of you turned your faces away a little, you were faced with a crowd of emotional people looking at you. Some smiled, some cried, but everyone seemed to be happy for the two of you.

You knew it was far from over, you still had the reception, the ball, and the tedious conversations that would go on for endless minutes.

But since all these real commitments would be over before nightfall, you would soon be going on honeymoon with Leon.

A thought that would almost certainly be a dream for couples in love. But you didn't know whether to be apprehensive or disappointed, perhaps even intrigued. You'd be lying if you said that the idea of sleeping with him didn't make your knees weak.

In any case, when the two of you went on your honeymoon, you would indeed play your part as his wife. Something about that was strangely excoriating.

And when that happened, you were his, officially his.

You were his.

Oh, you were his.

Taglist: @gollumsmygel, @quemmysworld, @loveoverdosing, @delulusimps, @d3jecteddoll, @kennedyleyy, @acriixys, @deredvv, @luminehallowss

[yourlocalsmutwriter]

The triptych of love, truth and .... - Farleigh Start

CW: cheating, dubcon

Farleigh had gotten you late for class. He pulled you through the corridors, but not before you could glance at a clock. 20 minutes had passed since the tutorial had started. But he claimed he knew how to get you there in a blink of an eye. Well you sure had blinked plenty.

"Why do I even bother with you?" You asked, clearly annoyed.

"Because I'm the only person you can stand in this school?" He said back. Before you could argue, and defend Felix, Farleigh very untactfully stormed into the room you two were looking for.

At the presence of a third (and a fourth if you count the teacher) person you quickly pulled your hand from Farleigh's. Who, by the way, was profusely apologizing to the teacher, with you nodding gravely. Upon hearing about your friend, the professor went on about Frederica Start, nee Catton. Catton. Catton. That name rang in your head as you looked at your left hand and the tacky diamond there. You were engaged to Felix Catton. A girl at 20 was about to be married to someone she didn't even love that much.

You sat down. No one asked about your name. It was as if you didn't exist, everyone thought that. Except Farleigh. Who, by the way had stopped talking. So you took your cue to focus on the essay being read. After hearing Farleigh and Oliver arguing back and forth, you simply mouthed "sorry" to the latter and left with a wave. The sun reflected off of your ring and shone in his face.

You had all but forgotten about Oliver. Somehow you didn't connect the dots when Felix told you about some guy fixing his bike. But at another night at the pub, when your fiancé invited him to the table, you had no choice but to socialize.

"Jägerbombs" Farleigh was chanting. You kicked him lightly under the table, a nonverbal "shut up". Felix saw that and pulled your legs towards himself, making you shiver at the touch of his exposed skin to yours. Oliver was shifty.

"Come on man, you can't snake out. Especially not on Lucy's favorite round." Farleigh protested, using you as a scapegoat.

"Lucy?" Oliver questioned, successfully diverting the attention.

"Don't mind Farleigh. He likes to play this little game where he calls me by a fictional name. And I have to guess which character he's referring to. Though I would have a harder time if I hadn't forced him to watch "While you were sleeping" with me."

You waited for a yes, but instead your friend made a buzzer sound. "Eh, think again. A room with a view. Now, loser, stop distracting Oliver and let him get the shots."

One of Felix's friends said something about the Jager finally getting you lucky. You shrugged and shrink into Felix. He flips that guy off. Your hand accidentally rests on Farleigh's thigh. He squeezes in briefly for support and lets go. By then, your fiancee is already helping his new friend at the bar. You quickly forget about the embarrassment as soon as the brown liquor hits your throat.

Sadly your hangover, is not as unexistant as your sex life. That's right, you had Felix's ring on your finger, but not much else. His parents were all for sexual liberation. For him. For you, it was literally needing to see blood on the sheets at the wedding night. Normally you wouldn't have cared and already slept with Felix. But with all that talk about how sacred your virginity is and how everyone would know you lost it, you were a bit scared. It's not like you didn't try to work around it. Makeouts, dry humping, hand jobs, blowjobs, you gave it all to Felix. You'd let him finger you, eat you out, you'd even pretend to consider his suggestions of "the catholic loophole". But even with that, he still needed to get his dick wet. That's when Annabel walked into the picture. You had seen them around flirting unabashedly at parties. He had even taken her to his room. You acted like that hadn't bothered you. But you sure were a bad actress. When he brushed you off, for Oliver in the sweltering heat you ran to your friend. Getting a few suspicious looks, you barged into Farleigh's room. Who was almost naked.

At your interruption he scrambled to cover up, pulling a book over his tight boxers. Ironically it was "I love dick" by Chris Kraus. You burst out laughing and so did he.

"I could leave." You suggested.

"I don't want you to leave .'' He says. ''Now, what did my fuckass cousin do this time, and more importantly, how will we use it against him.''

''He slept with Annabel. And might be sleeping with Oliver as we speak. I'm thinking, divorce.''

''You always go to that, dig deeper. I'm thinking blackmail. Or an eye for an eye, cheating for cheating.''

''As tempting as that sounds, I don't think there's a single guy within this school that a. knows who I am and finds me attractive enough and b. isn't scared of what Felix might do if he finds out.''

''I do.'' he replies and cups your face, lips dangerously close to yours, waiting. And you kiss him. And it's better that Felix, so much better. Before you know it, you're on his bed and your dress is on his floor. As his lips trail down your neck and towards your chest, you realize just what might happen.

''Farleigh, what are we doing? We should'' before you could say stop, he rolls your nipple under his fingers and you groan. His tongue is on the other one and you are desperate. You are fucking soaked. Once you realize just how turned on you were and that you were about to have an orgasm from your cousin-in-law playing with your tits, you crawl from underneath him with a ''I have to pee. Then I'm going.'' and you slammed the bathroom door shut. You close your eyes. You still see Farleigh. You attempt to just wipe away your arousal, but you give up and rub your clit to orgasm in the bathroom. When you get out, your dress is waiting for you. Farleigh is underneath the covers, but it's obvious what his hands are doing. Before you're tempted to help him, you leave. The freshman who sees you getting dressed in the hallway gets his next semester paid for, in exchange for silence. Saltburn is yet to come.

Felix brings Oliver. You mutter something about this becoming the plot of the Secret History. Farleigh takes to calling you Camilla. You take to flipping him off. Overhearing your fiancé give "his friend" the tour, you make sure that Felix's looks decent. When your future husband mentions the shared bathroom, you add

"Sometimes I'll use it as well. So make sure to not just leave it open. And well don't mention I was here. Seriously, don't wanna get in trouble. Felix's parents think that we're just gonna start doing it every time we're alone in a room."

"And they're right " Felix adds and mock humps you into the bed. You just roll your eyes and move from underneath him.

"I'll let my golden boy continue lecturing you. Don't want the Cattons think I'm into threesomes."

Before you could hear what the boys add as a punchline, you're gone. Talks with Pamela, dinners, breakfasts pass. Oliver is both not fitting and is. Farleigh is his usual self. You hate yourself for being attracted to it. But no one sees. At least that's what you think, until. The fucking field. Usually the "layout" was Felix, Farleigh, Venetia and you. That way there was still an illusion that you and Felix didn't see eachother naked. But this time, while you were stripping with V, she whispered to you.

"Can you be by my cousin? I wanna call Oliver over. And he won't see me unless I'm at the end."

"Sure", you replied without even thinking. But as soon as you saw the boys, you realized your mistake. You plopped down by Farleigh and he opened his eyes.

"Well,you're not who I was expecting." he said and quickly glanced at your ass. His smell, his voice, even his presence was making you wet. Thankfully Venetia comes to your rescue, by calling out Oliver. Who knew you'd be happy to see him. But just as you're about to see a lot more of Mr. Quick, the man next to you covers your eyes. But Venetia literally slaps away Farleigh's hands and they end up on your tits. You're as red as humanly possibly. All you can say is a warning about the thistles.

Oliver looks at you more. He notices how while reading Harry Potter you agree with Farleigh's threesome comments. How you're an unfair umpire in their tennis game. How after the ring, you suggest only the 5 of you watch another movie. How it features a stick and poke tattoo scene and you're raving about it, and how you somehow convince Farleigh to give you one. Oh, how cruel of you to want it on your pantyline, making Farleigh bend down and align with your pussy. And for you, to request to be branded with Felix's name, so heartless. But Oliver sees how conniving you really are when you claim that anything past the 1st letter hurts too much.

"That way you're pleasing both of them, aren't you, Cleo." Oliver says, looking between your fiancee and his cousin.

"I'll fix it professionally when I'm out of here. And I mean, if Farleigh uses the same intensity in poking girls as he poked me with the needle, then I know I've made the right choice." You snap. But that misunderstanding rocks the foundation between you and all of the men. So you set out to fix it.

You start with Felix. Not because you want to, but because it's easier. All you need to do is sneak into his room in a towel and nothing more.

"Thought you needed some help in scrubbing your back?". Felix practically rips off the towel and tosses you on the bed. Spreading your legs, kissing your neck, muffling your moans with his hands.

"Bathroom. Please. More soundproof." you managed to say. "You don't want Oliver to get jealous, do you?" you add. That's all it takes for him to literally sweep you away. Thank God for possessiveness. Felix draws the bath, gets in and lazily circles your clit. He's teasing you, determined to not even finger you. Something about only good girls getting to be filled. You whine and beg, plead for more. Truth is, you act. You couldn't give a fuck what Felix is doing to you. Your body is reacting. He's rubbing your clit, of course you're gonna feel good. His fingers were made for touching fine things, your pussy was no exception. Your mind whispers that he's had plenty of time to practice pleasing women. Your brain also sabotages you by replaying naked Farleigh on a loop. You're so close, gaze hyperfocused on your fiancee and the other's cock. The two men's features blend together. You moan in swear words, so you don't fuck up.

"Look at you, getting your cunt wet just from a little touching. That sensitive little pussy needs me so bad, huh? Well be a good future wife and come with me." With that, Felix finishes you off. Your body orgasm with him. 1 down, 1 to go. Your future husband looks like he'll fall asleep. Before he does, you ask.

"Should we move the wedding. Not too much. Maybe, the end of summer, somewhere before we start term? I just wanna already, you know?"

"Fuck? Come on, you just fucking drenched my fingers and you can't say fuck? Let's sleep on it."

You agree and sneak off to your next target. Farleigh has you do a stupid grovel mock apology. You walk in and spew 5 of Felix's secrets before attempting a sincere sorry. To nobody's surprise, your friend says,

"You were on thin ice, cause you were annoying as hell. But everyone else is way worse."

"Thank you and shut the fuck up.". Of course you talk it out. A conversation about masculinity, sexuality, male fragility and queerness. You argue which cis white men of his family line are the worst. He reminds you that it's gonna be your family line too soon. You kiss him to shut him up. He kisses you back to prove that earlier it hadn't been a mistake. When it all heats up and you go to straddle him, you see it. Oliver and Venetia. And you make Farleigh stop, yet again to look with you. But this time you don't bolt away from his room after. But you don't stay too long either.

Farleigh tells and you have to console Felix and act shocked. Now your fiance keeps you attached to his hip. You're there when he argues with Oliver. You're there when he talks money with Farleigh. Of course everything changes at the Henry's party. You know his family would call your closeness inappropriate. He pisses her off by instead pulling his sister in his lap. And you sit by Farleigh. Felix announces his leave soon after karaoke started, with an implication for you to follow. You wait, just enough to be pulled into a conversation with the same men you were supposed to avoid. The friend and the cousin. The perceived Casanova and the real one.

Farleigh poses the fuck, marry, kill as chuck, fuck, marry and you stifle a laugh. Then Oliver rebuts with the

"I think you're more interested in fucking me. Or, should I say, us? Don't act shocked, little Cleo. It's not your forte, I saw. You knew. And I know you did. I'm not sure how though. You're not important now. Maybe you never were." Oliver wounds you, in the way he only knows how. You tune out the rest of his convo with Farleigh. You can only focus on the glint of revenge in your friend's eyes. Farleigh plays a song. You hum it under your breath, waiting. You wonder if he's doing this for you. As Oliver sings, he is cruel once again.

"Farleigh, this is your song too. Hell, fucking take Cleo, don't you? You two certainly are used to dueting." You grip the microphone tightly and harmonise effortlessly with your friend about someone taking you to a restaurant off Broadway.

You expect Felix to come after you, like a rabid dog. But he's done with all of the bullshit around you. So you're on your own. Desperately needing a de-stress and unable to sleep, you turn to the only solution. Masturbation. You're so wet and desperate. Farleigh has been leaving you high and dry, too scared to actually be with you. Felix was depriving you, as a form of control. So you reached for the nearest phallic object, your hairbrush. This was a bad idea. But you needed something new, something different. Picturing only Farleigh now, you play with your clit. You slide your fingers inside of you. First one. Then a second. You pull them out and they're back rubbing your sweet spot. Then you slowly, carefully put the hairbrush before your entrance. You feel a slight pain at the stretch, but as soon as your pussy clenches against the new object, it's coupled with adrenaline and pleasure. Yep, that was it, you were getting married first thing tomorrow if the real thing felt like this.

You were so dazed by chasing your release that you didn't notice Oliver coming in to your room. He was surprised by the sight, but that didn't deter his plan. In a second his hand was muffling your mouth and the other had you by the wrists. You were led somewhere in the dark in a pink nightgown and and a hairbrush still inside you. As soon as your captor noticed its presence, he was focused on moving it back and forth ever so slightly. Little did you know, it was going to get worse. Unsurprisingly you were led to Farleigh's room. He was a very heavy sleeper, because Oliver managed to position you on top of your friend. Only when the hairbrush was taken out of you and clattered on the floor, did Start wake up. He was surprised, but his brain immediately went into overdrive when seeing you helpless.

"Are you going to behave Farleigh? If you don't, Cleo gets it." Before any of you could question anything, Oliver slaps his tip against your pussy. Then he takes the other man's dick and does the same. Farleigh is horrified, but somehow hard as a rock. He knows he shouldn't be. But the sight of you, dripping wet on top of his cock was clouding his brain.

"You see, Farleigh, one of us gets to deflower this pretty little peach. If you behave, it's you. If not, then I'll do it. Oliver whispers darkly. You start, pleading, begging for your friend to do it, to say yes. It intensified when you felt Ollie spit on his hand and rub both cocks against your opening.

"You don't want it either way, I can't go through with it." Farleigh says, because you just need him to make up his mind.

"I do. Definitely not like this. But with you, it's fine. It's not just the lesser of two evils. I need you inside of me. Ever since we kissed, that's all I think about."

Despite it still being very wrong, he said "I'll behave" to Oliver and pulled you flush against his chest. Farleigh gave you a second, before thrusting into you. It was the last act of gentleness he'd allow you that night.

Once he was inside you, he was like a crazed man. Farleigh held your waist, sinking you on his cock over and over again, making you bounce. Seeing you tired, he pulled out and kept his fingers in you as he changes positions. It doesn't go unnoticed how now you're drooling into the pillow, moaning, begging for his dick.

"You know I'm not done with you, right. Gonna make you come all over me. Gonna make you mine."

When Farleigh took you from behind, it was a whole new sensation. He's inside of you, so much deeper. His fingers move to rub your clit and you finish. Wet sounds fill the room, you're ready to feel him fuck you up forever when he pulls out. He thrusts in his fist and comes all over your ass. Both of you are too exhausted to move. You don't even care that Oliver was right there, the whole time, stroking himself in a chair. Felix's mom finds you, tipped off by the help.

You play it off as an irregular period. You claim that the pain was so strong, you seeked refuge in Farleigh's bed. Why he was half naked and you no longer bleeding? Farleigh never got to answer these, as he was kicked out on the spot.

Felix kept you around, God knows why. When you asked, he just mentioned something about how marrying damaged goods would be on brand. At least you slept with him too. He had to dig up Farleigh's STI records through some unsavory means before hand. That gave you the 14 days needed after an act to confirm that you were also not pregnant. Despite you being clean, Felix still fucks you with protection, going through a pack on condoms in a weekend, trying to claim you as his.

It works for a while. Then the Cattons take Farleigh back for Oliver's birthday party. Blood thicker than water, you guessed. Felix doesn't care. He has you in a room with Farleigh and India. He has the group go around you and make out with you. "You've kissed us two already, why no India too. Give us a show. I'm sure cousin dearest already has a stiffy from seeing you." You obliged, because everyone is too drunk and coked up to recall this tomorrow. Only Farleigh's kiss is still tender, all be it still lustful. He will remember. You both know it.

Felix is on his bullshit all night. Oliver obviously annoys him more than ever. You don't ask. And then your fiance suggest the 4 of you play hide and seek in the maze.

"More like hide the sausage, with these pairings." Farleigh whispers to you, entirely too loudly. So the other man does turn it sexual, coming up with some sort of predator pray roleplay chase by pairs. You run first, disappointed that Farleigh will be hooking up with India. In fact, as you round a dead end close to the center, you hear them going at it. You turn to your captor and it's not Felix. Farleigh eats you out on his knees, as you're pressed against the maze wall. You come in a minute and you're asking him to whisk you off so you can return the favor. Despite everything in your systems, the both of you manage to fall asleep together. It was the last time you'd get a sound sleep in your life.

Morning comes. You search for Felix. After his mom finds him, you just cling to Farleigh. You know, but you refuse to see. The man with whom you were supposed to live out the rest of your life was dead.

You go to lunch. You have a seat by Farleigh, and you link hands with his under the table. James shoots you dirty looks as you play with the food. Oliver talks and talks, pretending not to hear you mutter shut up incessantly. When Farleigh speaks up, Ollie delivers his final blow.

" I'd be guilty too if I was racking up lines and fucking the dead person's fiancée"

James casts you both out. So you go, hand in hand, forever leaving Saltburn.

[nerinefy]

hellooo may i rq an obey me imagine where a blank faced , cool and calm mc who is exceptionally good at seductive speech-craft just drops the biggest flirt on the brothers and just acts cool about it not giving them a reaction. how would the brothers react ? tyy - 👺 anon

OLDER BROTHERS VER. !! (PART 2 WILL BE DECIDED.)

- details: pronouns: you/yours | headcanon | crack + fluff | word count: | warnings: slight cursing if you squint + some...jokes

- author's note: im back ig, and im sorry if this req took like a year :')

LUCIFER !

you really are a pain, truly. the avatar of pride may try his hardest to hide the effect you have on him yet he was proven the opposite. surely you wouldn't have noticed?...right? wrong. why would you continue teasing the absolute devildom out of him if you didn't notice?

the way he looks away and adjusts his perfectly neat tie is one thing, but looking closely, why would someone unaffected have short and shaky breaths with slightly flushed cheeks?

at this point, mans just gave up and ran with it. what do you mean you had him flustered? are you sure you've been sleeping well? he's known all along and sure is amused, yeah, he definitely thought of that at first.

even with his rough start, he managed to win you over. not like it was a competition in the first place but he'll take it as one for the sake of his image. he surely did a number on you later on. did you really think he'll let you do that to him? yeah, maybe after this life, just maybe.

eventually you'll be even more of a mess than him if he takes up the challenge. the other brothers may have complained more than once since you two have been going at it ever since you started teasing him using your 'assets'.

MAMMON !

unlike lucifer who eventually leaves you high and dry (or wet, idk about you), mammon fails, and he fails at the worst possible way. at least in his eyes, he is an overdramatic little shit if you've forgotten.

he acts as if you haven't taken his breath with just one word. he can't really convince anyone with forehead dripping with sweat and his entire body shifting and squirming whenever you take the smallest step closer to him. go easy on him though, please. he's trying his best.

he doesn't recover well the longer you speak to him, he brushes it off with the brightest blush you've ever seen even though he swears it's just the heat going on these days (it was not hot, actually, it was very cold at that time.)

you'd likely have to watch out, he might faint even at the sight of you. he just can't help it you know, you already look so irresistible doing mundane things, so you directly giving him all your attention, and with that voice of yours...it most definitely will leave him melting in your arms.

it's utterly embarrassing for him to be a mess in front of you, but soon he just accepts it. if that's the way you'd like him to be, then he'd be just that. only for you. of course, he'd never in his very long life admit it out loud but you get the point.

LEVIATHAN !

this one is a tough one for sure. not because you have no effect on him, it's most definitely not that. it's more like he's actively finding a way for you not to approach him. he's hiding and running away from you like he did numerous crimes bad enough to not be spoken of, not like that'll work on you though.

you've already traumatized him enough with his first encounter with you, he's not willing to go in for a second round. one word from you and he might actually faint. it's bad enough that you're the most enchanting person he's ever seen, but you going out of your way to speak to him with that mesmerizing voice of yours, it's like you came straight out of a video game with how unimaginably beautiful you are.

if you ever have him cornered, he just might have the courage to face you somehow. unfortunately, his newfound confidence will be immediately replaced with clammy hands and teary eyes. and yes, hugging him to comfort him would make things worse.

just a thought though- please go easy on him.

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[charliesangel67]

Against all odds

Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

Word count- 1567

Warnings: Smutttt, a little bit of fluff, acedemic rivals (kind of, idk how to write it)

Authors note: I'm actually so sorry this took so long, idek why but it was a bit hard to write. Anyway, it's here and I hope you enjoy.

This was based of off @weirdowithnobeardo 's idea which is the first comment on this post

“Ok, can somebody tell me the answer to question b?” Quickly, hands flew up in the air. “Mr Cameron, what is the answer?” “4x+7n=33y” Rafe said confidently. “”That’s wrong.” I announced. “Go on, what’s your theory Miss y/n?” My teacher said, “It’s 4x+7n=36y because x is equal to 2.” I stated. “That is correct y/n, well done.” My teacher smiled at me. I smiled in Rafe’s direction but he just glared at me. Next period science, we got our tests back, “So Cameron, what did you get?” I asked Rafe curiously. “94%, you?” “99%” I replied with a smile. Again, he seemed so angry at me for getting a higher score. This went on for the next couple of weeks, He acted like we were academic rivals.

3 weeks later

There it was, the test sitting on my desk, a bright red ‘A+’ written in the top right corner. I was proud of myself for scoring so high on such a hard test. It was 40% of my final GPA result so I had to score high. I turned around to see Rafe staring daggers at me. “Bad result Cameron?” I asked him teasingly. “Shut up y/l/n” He growled as he clenched his jaw. I giggled to myself and turned my attention back to the teacher. 

The bell rang for the end of the day and I hurriedly grabbed my backpack and ran to my locker. My friend Maddy always meets me at my locker because we’re in different year levels, Maddy’s in 10th and I’m in 11th grade. “So, how was your day Mads?” I asked unlocking my locker. “Shit. So fucking shit you have no idea.” “I’m sure it couldn't have been that bad.” I laughed. “No, y/n it was bad. So bad in fact that I got broken up with by Jason the son of a bitch in front of half the cafeteria.” She announced. “Oh shit, sorry babe, he was no good for you anyway.” I said walking away with her. 

As we were walking to my car, Maddy realised she had forgotten something in her locker so she ran back towards the buildings. Suddenly, I felt a rough hand grab hold of my upper arm and pin me against a wall. A hand covered my mouth to stop me from screaming. “Oh you son of a bitch. You’re so fucking done little girl.” I knew the voice sounded familiar but I couldn’t quite figure out who it was. When my eyes finally adjusted to the light and situation, I realised it was Jason and his group of friends. 

“So, did you and Maddy talk shit about me to the school after what I did to her?” He asked again, still keeping me against the wall. “What the fuck. No we didn’t, why would you think that?” I was astonished at the accusation. “Because, now the whole school thinks that I have an STD and all the girls I’ve slept with have smashed my locker and put slime in the gas tank of my car.” He complained. “Wow, creative girls for real.” I said with a little laugh. “Ok, if it wasn’t you, then who was it?” 

“It was me, you son of a bitch!” Yelled Rafe, walking towards us. “Why?! Why the fuck would you do that?” Jason asked, close to tears. Rafe pulls a phone out of his pocket and starts reading some texts - 

“‘C’mon Maddy, It won’t be that bad. Why don’t you wanna sleep with me?”

“Because I’m not ready for that Jason, I’ve told you a million times. We have only been together a month and I’m not ready to have sex yet. Just stop asking me already.”

“Fine. Go fuck some other dude, you fucking slut. You’ll regret not being with me.” “What do you mean Jason? Are you breaking up with me??”” 

“Hey! Where did you get my phone from you bitch?!” Jason asked launching himself at Rafe, who dodged the blow perfectly. “You left her on delivered for 9 hours just so you could slut shame her and break up with her in the cafeteria in front of everyone, all because she didn’t want to sleep with you?!  Not to mention you cheated on her the entire relationship. You’re a real ass man.” Rafe said. “I suggest you leave Maddy, Y/n and all the other girls you’ve messed with, alone and get on with your life.” Rafe yelled as Jason and his friends ran away.

They knew how powerful Rafe could be and they didn’t want to get on his bad side. “Thanks Rafe. Why did you do that anyway?” I asked, “Don’t think I did it for you, I hate Jason.” “Oh, okay.” I replied sheepishly before walking away, back to my car and to meet with Maddy. The drive home was silent after I told Maddy all about what happened. Her being in disbelief about what Rafe had done to Jason. 

A couple weeks later, it was Midsummers, I had bought a nice dress and had a plan laid out on how we were going to spend the evening with Maddy and her sister, Kiara. Kiara picked us up and we drove to the Cameron’s mansion as that was where the party was. Kiara was friends with Sarah, Rafes younger sister.

A couple hours into the party,  Rafe approached me, taking my hand and dragging me upstairs. “Rafe, what are you doing?” I whispered, “Taking you to my room.” “Why?” I asked, a little scared. “Because you look way too beautiful in that dress and I noticed JJ basically eye fucking you.” He turned to face me, looking very sexy in his button down shirt and his hair falling into his eyes. Without thinking I put my hand out to brush his hair away from his face, he grabbed my neck and leaned down to kiss me. 

“No, Rafe, we can’t do this.” I said as I pulled away. “Why not y/n?” “Because, I’m a pogue, you're a kook and you should hate me. In fact, you did act like you hated me after you stood up for me in front of Jason, and now suddenly you’re acting all jealous when JJ looks at me?” I asked in a confronting manner. “Look, y/n, I like you.” “No, we can’t Rafe. Your dad is gonna kill you and my parents are gonna fucking disown me or something if they found out I was dating a kook, especially Mr Rafe Cameron with his bad reputation.” 

Rafe didn’t say another word, he just leaned down again to kiss me, This time it was more passionate. At that moment, I didn’t even care that we shouldn’t be doing this, I just kissed him back. Rafe picked me up and carried me to his room. He threw me on the bed and locked the door. He crawled on top of me and placed feather light kisses along my neck to my cleavage. “Can I?” he asked as his fingers were tangled in the strap off my dress. “Mmmh,” I responded softly as he carefully took off my dress. 

I tugged at his belt, hinting for him to take off his pants as I unbuttoned his shirt. Within minutes, we were both butt naked, he took my boobs in his hands, massaging them and kissing along them. I moaned at the pleasure. I palmed his cock through his boxers and I felt him getting hard underneath my hand. Quickly, Rafe ripped off his boxers and rubbed his cock against my entrance. Already slick and wet, he pushed inside. I moaned as he did so, Rafe thrusted slowly and sensually.

“Mmh, You like that baby?” He asked, staring into my eyes. “So much Rafe.” I replied. Rolling my eyes back as Rafe thrusted harder into my soaking cunt and he kissed along my breasts. Soon, I was nearing my release, my cunt tightening around him. And a couple thrusts later I had come undone onto his thick cock. “Fuck baby, I'm gonna come.” “Come in me Rafe.” I begged him and seconds later he squirted his hot cum into my pussy. Out of breath and panting, I crawled on top of him, lying on his chest, my hands tangled in his hair as he kissed my neck. “Promise we can keep this a secret for a little while longer until I tell my parents?” I asked him. Rafe nodded and uttered a soft ‘yes’. I kissed him one more time before getting up and getting dressed. 

“I’m gonna head back down stairs okay? The girls are gonna be worried about where I was.” I told him, opening the door. “One more kiss babe.” Rafe said and when I turned around, seeing his abs again stirred something deep within me. Want. I wanted this man. His hair, his face, his body, his personality towards me. I wanted everything about him. I didn’t think, I just jumped back onto the bed into his arms. Rafe kissed me hard and passionate and I melted into his touch. Soon we were back at it again, he was thrusting slowly and sensually into my soaked cunt as I buried my face in his shoulder quieting my moans.

That night was the best sex I ever had. 

I also got a super protective boyfriend.

I hope you guys liked this 😁

[hypewinter]

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Can I offer you another Danny POV in these trying times?

It had started after his encounter with the costumed people. After that his dad had taken him to the store and bought a lot of strange items. From there, he put the strange items together and put them up all around the house. Ever since then, Danny couldn't go through the walls.

Danny pushed against the wall now but he couldn't go through just like all his other past attempts. But if he couldn't go through, how would he play tag with his dad!? Fat tears bubbled up in his eyes as he tried to desperately push through the wall. He liked playing with his dad! It was the best part of the day.

Tears began to fall freely down his cheeks and he let out a whimper as he tried phasing through the floor this time to no avail. Suddenly big hands scooped him up.

Jack tried to soothe his son but Danny was not listening to his assurances that "this was to protect him" and "it was for the best". He was too busy crying while glaring at the strange items covering it. If only they weren't there.

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Danny woke up to voices outside his room. One was his dad's but the other was female. He tensed up in fear, remembering the last female voice he encountered, but this one was different. It was younger and for some reason, hearing it filled him with warmth.

"Now's not the time for that Dad." The female voice said.

"No, I won't have my princess sacrificing her education." Replied his dad.

Danny wondered what they were talking about. He was also curious about who the owner of this new voice was. She had called his dad , her dad. Did that mean they were related. That would make them siblings right? He had a sister?

Suddenly a thought came from deep within his mind. Of course I have a sister, her name is Jazz. But his moment of clarity was gone just as soon as it had overtaken him. Danny was left wondering who is Jazz? as he drifted back to sleep.

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Jazz as it turned out was his red-headed sister. And although she always wore a smile around him, it was always tinted with sadness. Danny couldn't help but wonder why.

Everything was going great so there was no reason to be sad. Jazz had now moved in, all the neighbors were constantly cooing at him and giving him treats, and Jack had gotten a job with some red person. Wait, did he get hired by Little Red Riding Hood? Maybe she needed a new hunter to help her fight the wolf.

At that thought, Danny couldn't help but look at his father in awe. Every evening when he left, Danny silently hoped he'd catch a lot of bad wolves.

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It took a couple of weeks for Danny to find out that while his dad worked for a Red Hood, it was very disappointingly not Red Riding Hood. Instead it was some guy with a white streak in his hair with some very disgusting ectoplasm circulating his body.

Danny made a face and turned into his sister's hold as he came face to face with the guy at the doorway.

"I'm sorry about that." she said to the guy, "He's not usually like this."

"It's ok, babies usually cry in front of me so this is an improvement." he replied.

"Come on Matt, Jason's really nice if you give him a chance!" His father proclaimed. His trademark loudness making the doorframe shudder.

That was the other thing Danny didn't like about this red guy. He had already seen him twice before, when his Dad had taken him in to grab a few forgotten tools.

The first time the guy wore a red helmet. Everyone acted like he was dangerous and shouldn't be messed with. Even his dad was very respectful in his interactions with him.

The second time Danny had seen not Red Riding Hood, he didn't have his helmet on nor did he go by his previous name. Everyone at the garage treated him as if he was one of their own instead of the dominating presence he had been before. In fact, they acted as if "Jason" was a completely different person all together. It was quite strange to say the least. Though Danny wasn't sure he had a leg to stand on considering every time they were in public, his dad would call him "Matt".

Danny had fussed about it a few times but that didn't seem to have any effect. He had finally decided it was fine since he was at least still called "Danny" and "Danno" when they were home. Now though, thanks to this Jason guy, he was even being called that stupid name within his own house! Danny was quickly deciding he didn't like this weird bad ectoplasm guy at all.

@idontgetpaidenoughforthisshit @overtherose @seraphinedemort

[sweetprfct]

Is It Over Now?

Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader

Summary: Fake dating your flatmate, Joe, should be a simple thing. It meant you get to help get his ex back, and it meant you get to stop your parents' nagging about bringing someone home for once. But what happens when fake dating turns into something unexpected? Now, what?

Author's Note: Part 7! Sorry for the delay, guys! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: 18+, smutty-ish

Wordcount: 4.3K

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five - part six - part seven - part eight - part nine - part ten

Joe hasn’t seen you in a week. He wasn’t sure if you had been avoiding him since that night, but he knew you were home. You just weren’t coming out of your room. He couldn’t blame you though because he acted like an asshole towards you that night. For a week, he kept repeating the words that he had said to you and kept wishing that he could go back in time and change it, but it was too late. It already happened. He couldn’t take back everything he said. He could only just try to fix the damage that he has done between the both of you. 

The guilty feeling that has been washing over him all week was slowly killing him on the inside, and he wished he could just see you. Although, if you weren’t coming out of your room, he knew that you didn’t want to be disturbed. However, Joe knew that you couldn’t hide in your room forever. You would eventually have to come out and face him because there was no way you could just avoid him forever. 

So, when he woke up one Saturday morning, he was greeted by a fresh aroma of warm waffles that were coming from the kitchen. Joe rubbed the sleep in his eyes and adjusted his vision from the light that was coming through his window. He heard some soft clattering from the kitchen as he got up from his bed and sat there for a minute, trying to wake himself up completely. If you were in the kitchen cooking something, Joe knew this would be the only chance he could talk to you and apologize for what happened. 

Opening his bedroom door, he slowly walked down the hall and into the kitchen. There, he found you standing by the stove, your back turned towards him and your headphones covering your ears. Joe could tell you were definitely avoiding him by how high the volume of your music was. He could practically hear it from down the hall. 

He didn’t know why he felt nervous as he walked towards you, but he needed to apologize to you. Hurting you and making you feel like shit was the last thing he wanted you to feel. This wasn’t like him at all. He knew better than to make you feel like that. 

Tapping you softly on your shoulder, you looked over your shoulder and found Joe standing behind you. You slid your headphones from your head and turned the stove off before turning to give him your full attention. You raised your brows, waiting for what he was going to say but somehow, Joe had forgotten the whole English language. He couldn’t understand why he felt this way about you. He was always confident when he was around Ivy but somehow, you made him nervous all the time. 

You stood there, staring at him, eyes blinking and not saying one word as you waited for Joe to find his words. In all honesty, you didn’t have the time to really hear him out but watching him standing there in front of you nervously, you couldn’t help but feel bad for him. You could see the guilt in his eyes. 

“I… I want to apologize for acting like an asshole the other night.” Joe murmured. 

You crossed your arms in front of your chest, letting out a deep breath as Joe continued, “I’m sorry for getting angry, and you were right that it’s not fair for me to go and kiss Ivy, and you couldn’t go out with anyone. It wasn’t part of the plan. I stepped into your boundaries, and I’m sorry.” 

You pursed your lips and unfolded your arms from your chest, letting out a sigh. You weren’t a difficult person to talk to. You just wanted to feel like you could still do what you want in your life and not feel trapped just because you agreed to this plan. 

“Thank you.” You whispered, “I’m sorry for exploding on you like that too. I should have been more discreet. I wasn’t thinking right.” 

“You don’t have to apologize.” Joe replied. “You have every right to go out there and meet people too.”

You nodded your head. “But… I’m serious about being done with this, Joe. I don’t think I could do this anymore. The plan worked. Ivy wants you back, and I think it’s time for us to stop this.”

Joe nodded his head in understanding. This wasn’t how he wanted it to end, but he also didn’t want to force you into this anymore.

“I understand.” Joe said. “It’s just that…I was wondering if you wanted to come to the film festival this weekend. I told my manager to put you on the list just in case.”

You were weak. 

You couldn’t say no to Joe this one last time, and you were cursing at yourself mentally for being this weak. You could just say no and be done with this but that wasn’t the words that slipped out of your lips. 

“I’ll come.” You agreed. “But this is the last time.”

“Are you sure?” Joe asked. “It’s not a hassle for me to just call them and let them know you’re not coming.”

“I’ll go.” You insisted, giving him a small smile. “It’s already been set up. I’ll go.”

“Okay.” Joe smiled. “I have a few dress options for you. You could pick it yourself.” 

You chuckled softly, shaking your head as you grabbed the plate of waffles on the counter and slid it in front of Joe.

“Breakfast?” You asked, making the smile on Joe’s face wider. 

Feeling the air between the two of you become lighter, you both settled into the dining area, bringing the rest of the waffles on the table. It had been a while since the two of you sat at the dining table and ate. Usually, you were alone when Joe wasn’t in town but lately, you two had been going out. During the week, Joe wasn’t home much, so you spent most of the time alone in the flat. It felt nice to sit with him and just be yourself. It had been a long time since you felt like this. 

“So, what are you going to do with Ivy? Are you going to tell her the truth?” You asked. 

Joe shrugged, taking a sip of his tea. “I guess I have to.”

Joe watched you nod your head and ate your waffles quietly. He kept thinking about what he was going to tell Ivy. He didn’t want to tell her that you and him were fake dating. He wanted to tell her the truth and the truth was that he didn’t feel that way about her anymore. That he was done playing with her games. He had focused so much on her that he was starting to hurt the people around him. He was starting to hurt you. 

“Maybe I also need to look for my own flat.” You interrupted his thoughts. 

“What?” Joe knitted his brows. “Why?”

He was right.

He hurt you and now, he was losing you too. 

“I don’t know. I feel like I need to be on my own.” You explained. “Ever since this whole agreement started, it made me realize how irresponsible I am with my decisions and maybe my mum was right. I need to have my own place.”

No.

Joe didn’t want to let you go just yet. 

Not like this. Not when he was ready to let Ivy go and focus on you. Focus on how much he wants to show you how he really felt. 

“Besides, don’t you think it’s better if you ask Ivy to move in with you? It could reassure her that you only want her.”

That was the problem. Joe didn’t want her. 

He wanted you. 

However, he had already crossed your boundaries many times already. Joe knew how much you hated it when you were being forced into doing something you didn’t want to do. 

Who didn’t, right? 

He could see how you made up your mind already, and he only wanted you to be happy. If it meant letting you go like this then, he would do it. 

“I’ll miss having you as a flatmate.” Joe murmured, his voice full of melancholy. 

“I’ll miss you too, and your mad ideas when it comes to relationships.” You both laughed in unison. 

“And pizza night.” Joe raised his brow. “You could never have a fun pizza night without me.”

“But you could have pizza night with Ivy at least.” You stated. 

Suddenly, Joe’s smile faded slowly. The thought of being with Ivy was making him nauseous. He wanted to tell you the truth. That was the least he could do before you leave. He wanted to at least let you know that he wasn’t going back with Ivy. That he was done, and he was sorry for making you do all of this for nothing and end up ruining both of your friendships. 

“Listen—” Joe whispered before getting interrupted by your phone buzzing on the table. 

“Sorry, it’s Sara.” You excused yourself from the table and walked towards the kitchen. 

Joe let out a sigh, leaning back on his chair as he watched you talk on the phone. 

“Yeah, okay.” You said. “I’ll be right there.”

Of course, just when Joe was ready to tell you the whole truth, you couldn’t stay. Maybe it wasn’t the right time if the universe was not giving him this opportunity. Maybe it wasn’t the right idea for him to tell you about how he truly felt.

“Sorry,” You walked back to where he was. “I have to go. Sara needs me, but we’ll talk about the film festival later.”

“Sure.” Joe nodded as you gave him a smile before walking out of the kitchen. 

Given the little conversation and apology, you tried your best to act like everything was okay. That you were fine being friends with Joe. Though, you knew you couldn’t stay in the flat anymore and act like being flatmates with him was a normal thing because at this point, you didn’t know how long you could keep these emotions inside of you. You were just glad that you were saved by Sara’s phone call, and you found yourself sitting in the tube on the way to her place. 

“Hey.” You greeted Sara as she tried to calm a crying Elena on the floor. 

“Oh, thank god!” Sara let out a deep breath as soon as she saw you walk in the door. 

“What’s going on?” You knitted your brows and shifted your eyes at Elena, who was sitting on the floor, hugging the grey otter that you gifted her. 

“She won’t take a nap.” Sara sighed, picking up a crying Elena as you walked over to them.

“Hey,” You cooed, rubbing Elena’s back softly. 

As Elena shifted her eyes towards you, she used the back of her tiny hand to wipe her tears as she finally calmed down a bit. Sara watched as you took Elena in your arms, and she rested her head on your shoulder. Rubbing her back softly, Sara let out a sigh of relief as she saw Elena yawned softly. It didn’t take long until Sara had taken Elena back in her arms and finally put her down for her nap. 

Looking around the living room, you could see all of Elena’s toys scattered all over the floor. You started picking them up and putting them back on the bin as Sara sighed in relief the moment she quietly closed Elena’s bedroom door behind her. She flopped herself on the sofa and rubbed both of her temples. You couldn’t help but chuckle as you set the bin in the corner and sat next to her. 

“It’s been rough lately?” You asked. 

Sara nodded her head. “Who knew this could be so hard?”

You chuckled softly, “Well, if you ever need anything, you could always call me, especially now that I’m moving out.”

Sara’s eyes widened in surprise. “You are? Does Joe know?”

You sighed and nodded your head, “Yeah, we talked about it this morning. Besides, we ended the agreement. It’s better if Ivy moves in with him.”

Sara tilted her head, giving you a look. She could tell that you were hiding something and not just hiding it from her but also denying it to yourself. If you wanted to move out of the flat, Sara knew that you would be happy. That you would be relieved but somehow, you just looked unhappy over the idea of it. 

“Listen…” Sara rolled her eyes as if she didn’t even want to say what she wanted to tell you. “I didn’t want to say this because at the beginning, I thought this whole thing was ridiculous even when Abby tells me that Joe is falling for you…” 

“What do you mean?”

Sara gently scratched her forehead, trying to figure out how to form her words. She honestly didn’t agree with how Joe was treating you, but she also saw the whole thing before her eyes. She couldn’t deny that in front of you. 

“You’re telling me that everything with Joe was just all fake? That those pictures were just acting?”

“Yes, why? What are you trying to say?”

“I could see the way he looked at you in those events. You’re telling me he’s still going back to her?”

“Well, we have to pretend. We have to make it believable.” You argued.

Though, even that argument you were telling Sara wasn’t believable. You didn’t even believe it yourself, but you were too much in denial to be accepting the fact that maybe—just maybe—Joe actually felt something for you. 

“Yeah, I guess but I’ve also seen the way you look at him. Not just in pictures. The way you talk about him. It’s… different.” Sara shrugged. 

“Yeah, but he’s with Ivy and I’m moving out. This is how this thing is going to end.” 

You technically didn’t deny what Sara mentioned. You just wanted this conversation to be over because even if you felt something for Joe, he still chose to be with Ivy. This was the whole reason why this whole thing started. It was because Joe wanted Ivy. 

“Can I ask you something?” Sara asked.

You tilted your head at her as she continued, “Can you please stop being so afraid of letting someone good in your life for once? Please, for once, listen to what your heart is telling you. You know, it’s okay to unravel your walls to someone. You deserved to be loved too.”

“Love is a big word, Sara.” You awkwardly laugh at the thought.

You didn’t know how to react to what your best friend just told you. So, you masked it with a small joke.  Just like what you always did because you could never face your feelings all the time. Let alone face the fact that Joe actually cared about you. 

“Seriously, stop using Abby’s instagram if you want to quit social media.” You added, laughing softly. 

Sara couldn’t help but laugh, “I can’t help it. Your little fake love story got me hooked.”

“Well, that’s enough because this fake love story is over.” 

You stared down at your lap and played with your fingers. Sara could see the melancholy in your eyes even if you didn’t say anything. Besides the fact that Joe could be so dumb over his decisions towards this situation lately, Sara could see that he cared for you. That despite everything that happened, she knew that he never meant to make you feel like this. 

“Maybe a real one is starting.” Sara murmured as you gazed up and saw the warm smile on her face. 

You puffed out a breath as you grabbed one of the throw pillows and threw it at her, making the both of you laugh softly. After helping Sara clean up the house a little bit more, you decided to make your way back home. This weekend was going to be the last event you would be attending with Joe, and you wondered what he would tell his team and Ivy as to why you both aren't together anymore. At this point, you only had one worry in your mind, which was to focus on finding a new flat. London flats were expensive these days, and you just hoped you would be lucky enough to find one that you could afford alone. 

When the weekend came, you had found yourself at the film festival’s after party. Some industry friends of Joe’s had recognized you and made small talks. Although, you weren’t too talkative tonight. So a little bit after, you made your way towards the bar and ordered yourself a drink and to give yourself a break from the conversations you were having. Joe, on the other hand, was busy talking with his other friends from across the room, and you couldn’t help but notice how he kept looking back at you. 

As you drank your martini, you also noticed one thing that was missing tonight. Not a thing, but a person. Ivy wasn’t around, and you haven’t seen her at all ever since the both of you arrived. 

“Hey, sorry. I was just finishing the conversation with my friends.” Joe walked up to you next to the bar and ordered himself a glass of martini. 

“Are you having fun or you’re totally bored at this party?” Joe chuckled. 

“Actually, not too bad.” Your eyes scanned the room before your eyes fell back on Joe. “Although, I don’t see Ivy anywhere.”

“She’s not here. She’s a model not an actor.” Joe smiled.

You raised your brow at him, giving him a side eye and said, “Then, why did you bring me here if she wasn’t even invited?”

Joe leaned against the bar and moved closer to you, “I brought you here because I wanted you to come. I want you to come here and just be yourself for once. No pretending. Just you.”

“So, just as your flatmate?” You raised your brow, your eyes staring deep into his. 

Joe nodded his head, his eyes never leaving yours as he took a sip of his martini. You couldn’t help but chuckle and shake your head, looking away from him. Joe’s eyes never left you as you scanned the room and when your eyes caught his again, you saw a small smile tugging on his lips and that look was all over his face. It made you melt and weak in the knees, but you tried to fight against the feeling that was washing over you right now. 

“Listen…” Joe cleared his throat. “I know this is probably our last time doing this, but I want to thank you for everything. For doing this with me. I know it’s crazy, but it wasn’t just because the plan worked, but I had fun, and I got to know you better.”

“Don’t go all cheesy on me now, Quinn.” You laughed softly.

Masking your feelings really was on a roll for you tonight. You watched as Joe held out his hand in front of you. Furrowing your brows and curious as to where he was going to take you, you took his hand in yours as he led you through the crowd. The noise of the party slowly faded behind you as he opened one of the private lounge doors and dragged you inside with him. 

“Oh no.” You teased him. “Is this the part where you have to get rid of me now?”

Joe laughed softly, locking the door before turning to you. He took small steps towards you, and his chocolate button eyes were trying to find yours as you took in the fancy four walls that were surrounding the both of you. 

“For once, could you stop acting like you are hiding every emotion of yours there?” Joe murmured. 

As you turned your attention back to him, you found Joe’s face was inches from yours, making you hitch your breath. 

“I…I’m not.” You whispered, barely could get your words out of your lips. 

Joe raised his brow at you, a playful smile tugged on his lips. “Yes, you are.”

You avoided every eye contact that Joe was trying because this was starting to be a dangerous territory. You didn’t know what exactly he was doing or trying to get out of you, but you couldn’t be here any longer. You couldn’t be in this room with Joe because this was wrong. He was supposed to be with Ivy, right? He belongs with her. Not with you. 

“Hey,” You felt his soft fingers under your chin as he turned your head to face him. 

Fuck.

You were so weak for him. 

Your hands gently slid up on his chest, your eyes staring into his. You couldn’t find the words. You needed to tell him to stop this. That this was wrong! But how come you couldn’t? How come at the same time, this felt right? Your fingers softly played with the collar of his shirt, your eyes just staring at your fingers rubbing the fabric of his shirt softly. You couldn’t look at him because you didn’t know what you would do if you did. 

“Just let go for once.” Joe whispered, his voice so soft and gentle.

Your eyes suddenly gazed up into his chocolate button eyes. They were soft and only for you. His nose gently brushed against yours, making you close your eyes. You could feel both of your breaths as Joe cupped your cheek with his other hand. Sara’s advice a few days ago had lingered in your mind. If Joe wanted Ivy, why was he here with you? Why was he here giving you this look like he wanted you instead? 

You swallowed every guilt that was washing over you as you felt Joe’s lips softly brushed against yours. He didn’t kiss you fully yet. He was so gentle, and you felt like he was testing the waters before he could fully give himself to you. However, you didn’t let him linger on for too long as you pressed your lips deeply against his, kissing him passionately. 

“Joe…” You pulled away breathless after a few seconds, your guilty thoughts reeling inside your mind. “This wasn’t part of the plan, remember?” 

You could literally hear your breath shaking as Joe stared at you and whispered, “Good because I want this to be real.” 

That was the last thing that Joe could say to convince you to accept these feelings that you have been having for him. Letting his fingers ran through your hair, he kissed you deeply. Both of your lips moved together, and you were flying. You let every emotion that you had finally washed over you and let go of everything that was stopping you before. Gently pushing you against the wall, Joe pinned your wrists above your head, both of you kissing each other breathlessly like you both were so hungry for each other for a long time. 

Yes, you have been wanting this. Yes, you have been thinking about this moment with Joe, and you were finally here. You were kissing Joe. Your flatmate. Your “fake boyfriend” that you now just realized had trusted for a year now with all the dark and light secrets you have inside of you. He was the one who understood you when your parents tend to nag you about bringing a boyfriend home. The one person who comforted you when you burst into tears at your parents’ house and understood every bit and every dark corner of your mind. 

Letting Joe’s lips trailed down your neck, you couldn’t help but let out small moans that made Joe smile through your skin. Those little noises you made just for him made him pull you close against him, his fingers finding the zipper on the back of your dress. Letting the strap from your dress fall, his lips planted soft kisses on your bare shoulder, making you let out a sigh in happiness. Your fingers ran softly through his curls as you let out another soft moan when he started kissing you passionately again. 

You wanted to let yourself be loved by someone for once, and you want to love someone with all your heart. You wanted to let go and take Sara’s advice but how come your mind couldn’t just accept that? How come it had to start reeling with questions as to why Joe was doing this? Why was he here kissing you and not Ivy? What was going on? 

“Joe…” You murmured, pulling away from him. “I… This… This isn’t right.”

You immediately fixed the strap of your dress and zipped the back of your dress. Joe’s worried eyes studied you as he held your hands in his. 

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He tried to find your eyes, but you couldn’t look at him.

Guilt was washing over you, and you couldn’t believe that you had crossed this line. This wasn’t part of the plan. This wasn’t part of the agreement nor you should have done this at all. 

“You still want Ivy.” You stated. “I don’t want to be the second choice.”

“You’re not a second choice.” Joe shook his head, finding your eyes. “Hey, you’re never a second choice.”

Joe was trying to convince you, but your thoughts were winning, and you didn’t believe him. 

“Joe, you did all this for months to get her back.” You argued, walking towards the door and unlocking it. “You have her now. You don’t have to do this with me. You’re supposed to be with Ivy and that’s that.”

“Wait,” Joe softly grabbed your wrist, but you couldn’t look at him any second longer.

Opening the door, you walked back out of the party and out into the lobby and out the double doors of the building. You could hear Joe calling your name and his footsteps trying to catch up to you, but it was too late. You got inside the cab, and Joe stood in the middle of the road, watching the cab drove off. 

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♡ Runa When Her Sister Darling Disappears For A Week ♡

It was impossible to avoid her forever, this was your home and to be honest it was so scary to be alone in the real world, she'd always looked out for you, it wasn't fair for you to leave just because it was hard to be around her at the moment, you were all she had left in this world. The motel was colder for some reason too, although you had a big blanket there and you even used a bit of money you had saved up before Runa stopped allowing you to work, you just couldn't seem to sleep properly. At the very least you hadn't had another sex dream though you imagined as soon as you returned home you would start fantasizing about her again like a depraved freak.

It felt weird knocking on your own apartment door but you hadn't planned on returning plus Runa hadn't exactly given you permission for this excursion so you didn't have the key. You heard a bit of shuffling on the other side before the door slammed open and she pulled you back inside aggressively, with you falling on the floor, flinging the door shut and standing above you with a knife before realizing it was you.

"L-love? Oh it's y-you, I thought... I don't know what I thought, I h-haven't eaten in a week..." She leaned against the floor, sinking to the floor in relief, clutching the knife like it was her only lifeline. The apartment was completely trashed, holes in nearly every surface of the walls and the couch you cuddled on every night was littered, runa was always so clingy since you were her only family, in stab marks all over, actually it wasn't just those, everything was flung everywhere and covered in either holes from punching or holes from stabbing, and then you noticed the energy drinks EVERYWHERE in the apartment. "You're r-really back... I-I'm sorry, you acted like y-you liked it I'm sorry."

"Runa baby, we should get you to bed." You didn't really know what she was mumbling about but you knew for sure she hadn't been sleeping since you left based on the cans scattered everywhere. You lifted her up, having her wrap an arm around your shoulder, the knife in her opposite hand, in order to lean on you as you led her to her room which was also in tatters.

"Y-your bed..." She mumbled as she allowed you to practically drag her along and to push her on your bed, everything in your room was in tatters except for your bed. You flopped her down onto it. "I t-thought you'd n-need a place to sleep i-if you ever came b-back."

"Shh, you need sleep." You laid down next to her hoping allowing her to hold you would soothe her. It seemed to have the opposite effect however as she began to shake, quickly straddling your waist on the bed and contemplating using the knife on you, letting out soft cries as she stared at you.

"M-maybe if I carve my knife on you, you won't leave me again... W-why did you l-leave?!? You acted like you liked it! You moaned for more that night, how could you leave me?!?" She was shaking meanwhile you tried to figure out what she meant, oh..... that night wasn't a dream after all. You weren't a bad person after all. You reached your hand up to cup her cheek and smiled softly at her, pushing her bangs out of her face that were drenched with sweat and tears and a bit of snot, eww... well you couldn't be too disgusted, this was your own fault.

"I love you." She growled as you said that, she already knew you loved her, you had to, you were soulmates, she just doesn't get why you played such a mean prank, running away after you made love for the first time and making her think you'd forgotten that it even happened was far too cruel, how dare you do this?! This isn't something you do to your family, she knows she's a mess, she's not the best big sister considering she fondled you almost nightly but she never thought you could do something like this to her. "Let's go to bed baby, you can carve your name on me when you wake up."

She collapsed on your chest and sighed. "There's food in the fridge, I'll kill you if you're gone when I wake up." You knew it was a lie, Runa could never kill you but you simply hummed in acknowledgement.

[lupunsus]

another hybrid au brainrot but with Pantalone

hybrid au based on the writings of @cinnamonest

gn Akita Inu hybrid reader, bad writing 😔

I think that Pantalone would definitely have a hybrid whose main purpose is to stand next to him and look pretty. Like a trophy spouse/wife/husband or something along that path.

Of course, with how rich he is, it would be easy to acquire the most expensive hybrid on the market. But where's the fun in buying goods that's already trained? And of course, there could possibly be an issue where being treated so highly because of how valuable one is can lead to issues with dealing with bratty behavior. So, in this timeline, Pantalone acquires a hybrid without spending money.

It's been stated that bear traps are illegal, but who's to say that they weren't modified to be less dangerous? Some people still have issues with actual wild animals getting too close to their property, so if the trap isn't strong enough to cut off a foot, it should be ok, right? Just enough for the animal to be dissuaded, but still walk it off! So it should be fine. There's also the bear traps that were set up way before it was declared illegal and lost due to the weather and nature, so both parties could get hurt. Plus, nobody remembers if they set traps too far from their house, so traps that are set off in a distance to where no house or property is close avoids having to take responsibility and aren't held accountable.

And with snow being able to pile up continuously, it's not long before someone unknowingly steps in it. It's one of the main reasons why Pantalone sticks to paved roads. The other reason is not to dirty his shoes.

So when he's out appreciating one of his many gardens, it doesn't concern him when he hears a scream off in the distance, thinking someone caught themselves in one of the forgotten traps. It isn't until he hears a cry that's between a whine and a howl that he decides to investigate the poor creature that stumbled upon the trap.

He thinks it's adorable how you growl at him while the trap makes itself at home on your leg, even more so when you drop the tough act and whine pathetically for the help of a human.

Now, as an akita inu, formerly living life on its own and fending for themselves, well, history explains itself when his servants are ordered to run a bath. Of course, he removes the trap before bringing you to his abode to show that only he can make bad things go away and even bandages you up to boot. Since it's him, you manage it. But with his servants, it's all struggles and biting. It's fun to listen to their concerns, but he promises a hefty pay to whoever successfully manages to bathe you.

You, who's sitting naked in the middle of a washroom, next to the tub. It would be an adorable sight if your fluffy tail were wagging accompanied by the classic lopsided smile that dogs normally have, but unfortunately, your ears are pinned back and tail swishing dangerously as you bared your teeth to the onlookers and made it very clear that no, you will not be touched by anyone except the person that made your leg feel better.

The competitive atmosphere disappears completely, and everyone huddles together on how to split the money between them. At first, they let a servant with a hydro vision attempt to rinse you off, but alas, they were only compensated for almost losing a hand. Well, at least it was something, but now you have a faint idea as to what people with visions can do.

Well, in your line of sight, you didn't see the vision itself, but it wasn't hard to pick up that some people could spray water on you.

It was impossible to even coax you to eat a treat (that would put you to sleep) as you could smell something was off, and you didn't trust them. "Why couldn't our master bring in a trained animal?" Was what everyone was collectively thinking as they watched you wander around the room, pawing at different things and knocking them over. Some of those things were expensive and hard to obtain, which prompted an unfortunate soul to tell Pantalone that the task he assigned couldn't be done, and there was some collateral damage that would probably affect the surplus of funds he had already.

Of course, having as much money to spare (he funds Dottore's experiments, obviously losing a couple of gold bars and diamonds won't affect him), he orders everyone out of his washroom and takes a look at the mess you made. Training you will be a bit hard, but oh, will it be so rewarding. I like to think that Pantalone has an eye for rare things, so even if you're dirty with mangy fur and looking like some kind of lower breed, he just knows you're worth millions just by appearances alone.

Luckily for him, he saved you from someone who carelessly left out a bear trap, so questions about the legality of obtaining you will be stomped out and replaced with praises of how benevolent and generous he is to have rescued you.

Anyway, he bathes you in 20 minutes.

Of course, not trusting him completely, you growl and snap at him when he touches sensitive areas, and he actually avoids them. But he'll remember for later, when you come to a point where you're eating out of his hand. He decides to let a professional groomer take care of your fur, allowing someone else to muzzle you when you start biting again.

It would seem like he ordered them to do it, but since he comes back with gifts and a worried expression when seeing you all muzzled and tied so you wouldn't scratch or bite anyone, and gently removing them from you, it only strengthens the belief that he is the only one you can trust and be loyal to. After all, he saved you and takes better care of you than anyone else, so he's obviously a good person.

But not good enough to trust with food.

It isn't like he would poison you, but after being used to living in the wild and hunting for yourself for so long, it's hard to accept things that are just offered to you. Especially when handed to you by those suspicious servants. They've been looking your way and pointing a finger, even huffing and moving their mouths to produce weird, low barking sounds. Pantalone teaches you common phrases at first. Basic commands given to dogs, but you wouldn't think they're commands since he always has his eyes closed and mouth all weird when doing it.

Eyes being closed around someone indicates trust, but you don't know any animal that makes a weird curve with their mouth.

But it's easy to repeat small, simple words, and often, you're given a treat for saying the name he gives you, and whenever you call him Master. After a while, he only started to give treats when you'd say "[Name] eat" or "[Name] sleep." Short phrases but positive reinforcement when it comes to speaking works wonders.

It's only when you say a word he hasn't used towards you (because you're such a good dog to him!) that he looks disappointed. And it's scary.

"[Name] is bad?" Paired with droopy ears and an innocent and confused gaze, Pantalone wanted to ask why you'd think of such a ridiculous thing, but hybrids only pick up things said around them. And he's never uttered that sentence even after you almost attacked that lamb Scaramouche adores. It was that puppet's fault for letting such a thing wander around to deliver items for him.

"No, [Name] is good." Along with what you learned was a way to express good feelings (smiling) and ear rubs, you cuddled up to his leg, tail wagging like crazy.

For the servants who have loose lips, they had the choice to end their life or live in debt for 3 generations.

When Pantalone has you wrapped around his finger just the way he likes it, it doesn't take long for him to start training you in how to behave around people. At first, he didn't really mind how overprotective you were when it came to his co-workers' hybrids, but because of his image, he has to at least make sure you behave appropriately for any and all events he must attend.

He's rich, but due to your previous wild nature, he opts to train you with the disposable oversized t-shirts first. If you thought the collar was uncomfortable, the clothes were definitely worse. At least the collar had a soft material on its inside so it wouldn't hurt after wearing it, but the shirt felt suffocating and weird. Weird enough to flop over with a vacant expression and remain that way for a good 5 minutes. Treats were given if the shirt wasn't ruined and you didn't make an attempt to bite at it, but it was still hard to resist the urge.

But the treats were delicious, so you supposed it wouldn't hurt to suffer for a little bit.

But then you saw how that bear hybrid wears jack shit and became really pouty. "[Name] want freedom! Nothing on me!" Ah, how disappointing then. If that's what you want so badly, then Pantalone doesn't mind giving it to you. Of course, this means no more roaming around when he has guests over, staying home when he has to go out, and, of course, not being able to leave the mansion without your collar.

It's okay though! He respects your wishes, and these rules go into effect immediately. Part of him wishes that you'd be more obedient and let him dress you up prettily, but another part is amused and wants to see how long it'll take before you're begging for him to clothe you.

To me, because of how he was born into poverty and became the richest person we know of today, I think Pantalone would have no issue training a wild hybrid into an obedient servant who's loyal and willing to die for their masters. Fortunately for him, akita inus are said to be loyal hunting dogs who do just that.

[dollystuartwrites]

Stray Gods - Chapter 37

Pairing: Gods!OT8 x !F!Reader

Genre: romance, friends to lovers, polyamory, mystery, supernatural, angst, fluff, smut

Wordcount: 3300

Chapters:  [1] - [2] - [3] - [4] - [5] - [6] - [7] - [8] - [9] - [10] [11] - [12] - [13] - [14] - [15] - [16] - [17] - [18] - [19] - [20] [21] - [22] - [23] - [24] - [25] - [26] - [27] - [28] - [29] - [30] [31] - [32] - [33] - [34] - [35] - [36] - [37] - [38] - [39] - [?] MASTERLIST

Summary: With no memory of who you were, you wake up in the woods, only to be found by eight unusually handsome men. With no information of the past, the guys decide to take you in and take care of you for the time being. But that time becomes years, and as time passes, you start to notice that there is something different about them... and something different about you...

Warnings: angst, praise, thigh riding, kissing, fingering, overstimulation, lovebites, bad/miscommunication, low self-esteem, swearing, name-calling, dry humping, college, degradation, gods, special powers, vaginal sex, oral sex (f&m), mentions of contraception (condoms&thepill), injuries, mentions of death (but no character deaths), virgin!reader, teasing, orgasms, poly relationship, semi-public sex, daddy kink, strength kink, grinding, I've probably forgotten some, so let me know if I did and I will add more as the story progresses.

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Lots of love and many thanks to Leena for beta’ing this story. Couldn’t have done it without you <3

Ever since your unsatisfying night with Jeongin, that itch deep inside of you had returned. The itch that had started it all, that had caused you to uncover their true identities and your own. Back then you had been so scared to act on it, afraid to lose them. But now you knew better. They wanted you just as much as you wanted them.

However, even though you wanted to act on it, there seemed to be no space for you to do so. The boys were still all busy as ever and even Jeongin suddenly seemed to be all booked up. Now and then you tried visiting them in their rooms, but whenever they were there they were often already fast asleep. Not wanting to disrupt their sleep cycles in their already so busy and tiring lives, you quietly would sneak out again.

But as days started to pass, the itch was getting worse and worse again. And if you tried to satiate the itch on your own, it just wasn’t the same.

‘You seem a little on edge lately,’ Adam remarked as the two of you walked together through the hallway.

‘Do I?’ you spoke, your voice unintentionally sounding much harsher and snappier than usual, your eyes only glaring straight through him

‘Exhibit A’ Adam said simply.

‘Right, sorry about that. Just not sleeping well again,’ you said, trying to make your voice sound somewhat softer as you run your hands down your face. It wasn’t a lie; the itch had been disrupting your sleep as of late.

‘Again? Have you tried melatonin? It can really help you know. I remember when I-’ Adam began but you suddenly stopped walking.

You felt a familiar prickly feeling in your neck and you turned around. A few students who were walking behind you almost bumped into you and gave you scolding looks, but you ignored them and looked around. You quickly found what you were looking for.

A few feet away was standing Minho, his phone in his hand as he stared at the screen unconvincingly. You were sure he had been staring at you just a second ago. You could feel it. It was odd for him to be here. The wing you were in was one where he never had classes, nor did Han. It also wasn’t a way to get to the gardens, the parking lot or the cafeteria. There was simply no logical explanation for why he would be here.

Your mind, which had already been on edge, immediately spun out of control. You strode over to him feeling unreasonable anger firing up in you.

‘Why are you following me?’ you hissed at him when you stopped in front of him.

‘Excuse me?’ Minho said, arching a brow and looking up from his phone.

‘You heard me. Why are you following me?’ you repeated, starting to feel even more annoyed. A lock of his light grey hair fell into his face, a beautiful contrast with his dark eyes behind the silver-rimmed spectacles he wore. It all made you feel even more irritable.

‘What would make you think I’m following you?’ Minho asked calmly a cocky brow raising at you, but you knew him better than that. You could see the glint in his eye and the slight twitch of the corner of his mouth. Something was up. He had that same look in his eyes as before, the same look he had had when you had spotted him in the cafeteria and in the library.

‘Don’t bullshit me, Lino, I know you’ve been watching me,’ you spoke through clenched teeth. The gleam of his dark eyes was almost mesmerizing as your eyes locked with his. It wasn’t hard to drown in them. His perfect face tilted, exposing his strong jawline and his pretty nose. It almost made you mad at how gorgeous he was. Both of his eyebrows were now raised as he looked at you arrogantly. A look that only he could give and looking stupidly hot while doing it. His pink lips were slightly parted as he stared down at you.

Suddenly someone grabbed you by the shoulder harshly.

‘What the fuck are you doing?’ Adam’s voice hissed in your ear. It was as if you had been flying and suddenly been slammed back to the ground again. You suddenly realized how loudly you had been talking. You looked around you. Other students had stopped and were now staring at you, whispering behind their hands and giving you weird and dirty looks. You could feel yourself turn pink instantly, ears now hot. Although Minho was your friend, your housemate and much, much more; to others he was simply Professor Lee. No one knew the relationship between you two or even him and Han. It had been your personal request to them to keep it on the down low. But now you had fucked up.

‘Let’s go!’ Adam hissed in your ear, he was still tugging on your shoulder harshly, and you quickly gave into him. He dragged you away, leaving the whispering bystanders and Minho behind and walking as quickly as he could.

Adam stopped when the two of you finally reached a deserted corridor.

‘What is wrong with you?’ He asked the question calmly, as if he was asking about the weather. You were still too embarrassed to answer so Adam continued. ‘I thought you were trying to keep your relationship as roommates with them a secret. I mean, of course, it’s all your business whether you do or don’t, but I don’t think it’s a great idea to reveal such a secret by scolding a well-known and well-liked professor in the middle of the hallway, basically accusing him of stalking you.’

You bit your lip. You had been acting like an insane person, you understood this now. How could you have been so dumb? Adam shook his head, his expression worried.

‘You better hope this doesn’t turn into a shitshow where he gets fired for sexual harassment,’ Adam said. Your heart sank. You knew how this would go now. Enough people had seen and heard you talking, meaning they had heard your accusation. If gossip would spread, there was a large chance Minho could get fired, just by the gossip, whether it was true or not. The sound of the bell startled you, making you look up at Adam, who sighed.

‘Sorry y/n, I gotta go, I have class. Let’s talk later, okay?’ he said, his face still wearing that same deeply concerned look, before he turned around and walked away, leaving you behind alone.

‘Lino, I'm-’ you began. You had thought the whole day about how you were going to apologize to him, dreading your actions and cringing every time you thought back to it. As soon as you had arrived home you sped off to his room, hoping he’d be there already and that you’d be able to apologize to him. But before you could finish your sentence, Minho interrupted you.

‘When did you turn into such a little brat?’ he asked. To your surprise, his voice was calm, and even more so, teasing.

‘W-What?’ you sputtered, totally caught off guard. Minho folded his arms and leaned against the doorpost, looking down at you with that same almost degrading look he had given you at school.

‘I asked, since when you’ve turned into such a little brat,’ he repeated. The corners of his mouth were turned upwards and it was clear he was laying out a trap for you. His dark eyes gleamed and you couldn’t help but get sucked into them.

‘I’m not a brat!’ You said defensively, stepping into his obvious trap anyway. Irritated, you took a daring step towards him as you stared at him. The mocking look on his face only grew, a grin mixed with discontent and that same annoyance that you reflected.

‘You sure did look and sound like a brat when you yelled at me at school,’ Minho egged you on, digging the trap deeper and deeper. ‘Screaming at your professor like a crazy person, whipping out all kinds of accusations. Sounds like first-class brat behaviour to me,’ he said drawling. The tone of his voice was just another way he knew how to irk you. His pretty lips still curled in that disgusting mocking smirk.

‘I am not a brat!’ You repeated, but your defence was just as weak as the first time. Minho huffed mockingly and raised a brow.

‘Then what are you? Hm?’ He said, his voice suddenly raw, his tone almost stern as his eyes seemed to drill holes into yours.

‘I’m a goddess,’ you said intently, this time it was your turn to lift your chin and look at him challengingly. But he wasn’t intimidated.

‘Right,’ he said, suddenly returning to his degrading demeanour, looking down on you with that punchable expression. His long eyelashes fluttered as he stared at you almost disgusted. ‘A goddess who runs around, following a human boy like she is a puppy after her owner,’

These words were so unfair and such bullshit that you felt yourself exploding inside.

‘Excuse me?!’ You boomed, clenching your hands into fists and taking another step towards Minho, causing you to almost be toe to toe with him. ‘I do not follow Adam around at all! Besides, what I do and with whom is none of your business!’ You hissed.

‘Oh no?’ Minho said at a dangerously low tone. His face inches towards yours and you could feel your heartbeat fasten. His perfect nose was only inches away from yours now and you could count the long dark lashes surrounding his eyes. ‘Aren’t you our goddess? Or have you decided to become communal goods?’ He mocked.

With every word he had said he had dug you deeper and deeper into his pit. You were drowning. Furiously looking for words but too angry to find them. Instead, there was only the deep brown of his eyes. The long dark lashes surrounding them. The perfect straight nose that was almost touching yours. The soft pink lips that had already parted, his breath tasting sweet on your own lips that you had unknowingly parted too. Your head felt like it was spinning. With anger. With fury. With more than that. You wanted to punch him. To kick him. To kiss him. To feel his hands slide over your body, between your legs…

‘Lino!’ An annoyed voice came from the stairs, starting and waking you from your trance, making you step back. Minho didn’t move but still stared at you as the stomping on the stairs came closer.

‘There you are,’ a grumpy-looking Seungmin stepped into sight. Finally, Minho looked away from you and at his friend. "Weren't you on laundry duty yesterday?’ Seungmin asked, annoyed.

‘Yes,’ Minho spoke, his tone inscrutable.

‘Then why is my laundry basket still in the basement?’ Seungmin asked impatiently, clicking his tongue in annoyance.

‘Right,’ Minho said, and without another word he stepped out of his room, closing the door behind him and leaving for the stairs.

You stared after him gaping.

‘There’s a draft,’ Seungmin said coolly as he saw you staring. You quickly closed your mouth and straightened your back, meeting Seungmin's blue eyes. ‘Was he picking a fight again?’ Seungmin asked, his voice calmer now that Minho’s footsteps were out of earshot. Your jaw clenched involuntarily but it was all the answer Seungmin needed. ‘He’s quite the little shit lately,’ he said, looking over his shoulder at the place where Minho had descended the stairs. ‘Even Han is getting fed up with him,’ Seungmin sighed, shaking his head. He looked back at you. The blue of his eyes seemed to have quite the calming effect on you somehow and you could feel yourself calming down slightly. ‘Don’t mind him too much, okay?’ Seungmin spoke, his tone of voice soft now, sweet. ‘And tell me if he’s being an idiot again. I’ll spark his ass,’

The next morning you had completely set your mind to apologizing to Minho. This time you would do it right after breakfast.

Although he had been a complete ass to you and his behaviour had been completely unreasonable, you had to admit, so had you. You had remembered the words Lady had said to you: they feel what you feel. You had been stressed, anxious, angry even, so it hadn’t been weird that he was as well. You rehearsed the apology over and over in your head. It would be short, sweet and clean. You’d give him your best puppy eyes, take his hand and smile your brightest smile at him. You knew him too well to know he wouldn’t be able to resist it.

But when you barged into the kitchen, determined, confident and looking for your mark – he wasn’t there.

Instead, Chan was sitting at the table, staring into nothingness. His hair was a mess and his face looked like he was still asleep. Changbin was sitting next to him, his head resting on his plate and his eyes closed with his mouth slightly agape. Clearly, he had fallen back asleep again. Clearly, the boys had had a rough night.

Seungmin was quietly sipping from his coffee while reading the morning newspaper. However, you noticed his eyes moved much slower than usual, clearly an indicator that he too was still quite tired. In the kitchen was Felix, heating up what smelled like waffles and softly humming to himself.

‘Where’s Lino?’ you asked, subconsciously lowering your voice for the sleeping Changbin.

‘Probably still asleep,’ Seungmin said in a tone that had a hint of bitterness. He was probably still angry with Minho about the way he had acted towards you yesterday.

‘Oh, good morning y/n,’ Felix said with a soft smile, turning towards you and facing you. He opened one of his arms for you, inviting you to a hug. You walked over to him and nestled yourself into his arm, looking at the pans he was handling. He was indeed warming up some waffles and had just started on the eggs. Felix planted a soft kiss on your forehead, filling you up with warmth. Something much needed.

‘Slept well?’ He asked in his soft low voice. You nodded into his chest, looking up at him. He had noticeable dark circles underneath his eyes.

‘You didn’t,’ you spoke with a slight pout, tracing your finger over the dark underneath his eyes. He gave you a soft smile but didn’t say anything. You watched him cook for a bit, still clinging to him while he continued humming softly until you started to notice you were making it more difficult for him too.

‘I’ll leave you to it,’ you told him, giving him one last squeeze, as you let go of him and walked over to the dining table. For the first time Chan looked up, Changbin still asleep beside him, now drooling onto his plate. He rubbed in his eyes for a moment tiredly before he scooted his chair back slightly, and getting the message, you went over to him to sit on his lap.

‘You look like shit,’ you whispered to him softly. He raised a tired eyebrow, his dark starry eyes meeting yours.

‘Thanks,’ he said with a soft scoff but he grinned tiredly, making you smile.

‘Good morning!’ Hyunjin's sing-songy voice came booming into your ears as he busted into the room. Within lightning speed, Chan had his arms wrapped around you protectively, almost completely hiding you in his arms. Changbin jerked awake with such a start that he knocked over the already set empty glasses, losing his balance from the chair and falling over. Even Seungmin, who seemed much more awake than any of the others, flinched visibly.

‘For fucks sake Hyunjin!’ Changbin swore angrily, quickly scrambling to his feet, ‘I almost set you on fucking fire!’ It was quite unlike Changbin to use so many swear words, especially around you.

‘Channie,’ You squealed, muffled by his body. He still had you pressed so tightly against his chest in his protective stance, that you could barely breathe.

‘Right,’ he said quickly, opening his arms slowly and carefully as if he was still on high alert. When you were freed from his grip, you took in a deep breath, laughing slightly under your breath as you exhaled.

‘What’s gotten your panties in a knot this morning, love?’ Hyunjin chuckled at Changbin, ignoring his angry muttering and foul looks as he went over to Felix to kiss him good morning.

‘Must be great being the God of Love, innit?’ Changbin growled as he sat back onto his chair again and let his hands rest sulkily on the table.

‘What does that have to do with anything?’ You asked, raising your brows and feeling like you missed something.

‘Trust me,’ Seungmin said dryly, a grim stare when you met his rain-coloured eyes, ‘you don’t wanna know.’ You looked up at Chan who closed his eyes and simply shook his head. Changbin still had a foul look on his face.

‘Oh come on,’ Hyunjin said cheerfully, ‘It’s gonna be a lovely day today I bet,’ he left Felix in the kitchen and walked over to Changbin, hugging him from behind and not letting go.

‘It’ll be raining all day,’ Seungmin said matter of factly, returning his attention to his newspaper. Hyunjin stuck out his tongue and rolled his eyes at him, but he didn’t notice.

‘Well, at least we’ll be having a lovely day, right y/n?’ Hyunjin said with a broad grin, petting Changbin’s hair.

‘Uh,’ you said, thinking and frowning. ‘Oh!’ you exclaimed suddenly realizing. ‘The tutoring session!’ you said genuinely enthusiastically.

‘Tutoring?’ Changbin asked, looking at you frowning while Hyunjin was still weaving his fingers through his hair, caressing it.

‘Yeah,’ you said happily, mindlessly playing with Chan’s fingers. ‘Jinnie’s gonna give me a crash course on art,’ you said happily.

‘Why?’ Changbin asked. Hyunjin let go of his hair and got up.

‘Because she actually cares about me and my interests,’ he said dramatically, rolling his eyes.

‘Don’t be like that, you know we care,’ Changbin said, slightly annoyed. Hyunjin clicked his tongue, flicking his beautiful pink hair over his shoulder and folding his arms. You knew it was all an act for him to get the attention he wanted.

‘Do I need to show you?’ Changbin said suddenly, standing up and a familiar mischievous grin on his face. Clearly, Changbin was awake now. Hyunjin suddenly looked at him warily. ‘Come here then, lemme show you how much we love you,’ he chuckled, suddenly diving at Hyunjin. Hyunjin shrieked and laughed, just being able to dodge Changbin and running off to the living room while being chased by him.

You could feel Chan sigh behind you and you let go of his fingers to look at his face. He still looked tired, but there was a soft smile on his face now. You could tell he gained a little more energy by seeing the boys play like they were now.

‘Yo Felix, are those waffles almost done? I’m starving mate,’ he asked, once more intertwining his fingers with yours, apparently not wanting you to let go.

‘Three more minutes!’ Felix said cheerfully from the kitchen. From his voice, you could tell that he too now had fully woken up and felt a little happier. You stared at Changbin chasing Hyunjin for a bit, threatening him with wet smooches and bone-crushing hugs. You looked to your side, noticing Seungmin had stopped reading his newspaper, looking over it to also watch the spectacle of the two boys playing, a smile on his face too.

[subdee]

@ladycrescentvenus wanted to know about the BakuDeku drafts, and while it's not smart to share your outlines (it saps your motivation to write) it will realistically be years before I have the free time to actually do anything with these....SO ANYWAY:

BakuDeku omegaverse AU. Bakugou and Deku are contestants on a Big Brother style reality TV show somewhere beachy and tropical, like Australia or a Pacific Island.

In this world, everyone takes hormone suppressants all the time by government mandate, but there is a movement (not unlike the antivax movement) to get back to nature and experience your emotions as they were meant to be experienced, because everyone's been on suppressants so long they've forgotten WHY suppressants became mandatory in the first place.

So this TV show has the premise that the contestants are forbidden from using any suppressants while on broadcast, with doctors standing by so it's safe of course. Most of the audience has never experienced a 'natural' heat/rut cycle and most of the contestants haven't either.

Supposedly the show has educational value... but really it's mostly entertainment ("Docutainment" is the category I believe).

Deku is a conservation ecologist on the show to promote his work. Bakugou is a chef.

Typical mistimed first heat scene triggered by Smell that you get in all the omegaverse stories... with the twist that Bakugou smells BAD to Deku - like burned meat - because when you experience something very intense for the first time, your brain doesn't know whether to classify it as good or bad. Haha.

Anyway Deku's initial (over)reaction creates a BAD first impression that the rest of the fic then tries to resolve.

***'

Second one!

Summer Camp AU, they are high school students at a sleep away camp in upstate NY (based on a camp I attended once). It's on a small wooded island in the middle of a lake.

The story is Bakugou POV and it is about how he's grown as a person - he's thinking about college applications now - and he's decided that how he bullied Deku was wrong, so he's going to apologize.

And this decision is not spurred on by anything in particular but just growing out of a middle school phase, you know? Like it asks the question, what if absolutely nothing dramatic happened, would Bakugou still grow up just by virtue of not being in middle school anymore?

The twist is that in the first part of the summer, Deku went through his own version of soul-searching and thinking about the future, and as a result he's been working out and HE GOT HOT.

And this makes Bakugou MAD because he'd ALREADY decided to apologize, but now it will look like he's only apologizing because Deku got hot.. in other words, he'll look shallow.

So to avoid looking shallow he doesn't apologize and instead he tries to avoid Deku... but they keep getting forced together for camp activities! Haha.

Of course they share a cabin... They'd probably murder each other or set the cabin on fire, BUT Shouto is also in their cabin and he acts as a buffer. Haha.

Anyway, basically a slow burn love triangle type situation. And I want it to be clear that Bakugou is TRYING to grow - he's a serious person! he's going to an elite school! - but he's not quite there yet.

[blubushie]

RANT/NSFT/SOME TRAUMA-DUMPING INCOMING

Sometimes I think about how I could just suddenly decide to make this a Sniper roleplay blog one day and not tell anyone and no one would notice because nothing would change.

"Yeah nah I'm out in New Mexico for a job–" I've already been to New Mexico for work. Expected.

"This month's target is–" Sometimes I do have specific targets. Sometimes I take bounties. Massive razorback that's already gored 2 sheep to death and wounded a third? Gonna pay me $500 to kill him? I'm on it. I'll bring the bastard's hide back in two days.

"Dad's yelling at me about my job again. Mum's begging me to come home. I've always been an other in my own country. I've never fit in. My own country doesn't want me." All me, baby.

There'd be no difference.

And sometimes people forget that this is my life. That I'm not a roleplay blog. Sometimes people kinda romanticise the whole bushman thing. They only see the upsides and don't see the downsides. I've been involved with some rough crowds. I'm damaged as a human being. I've done some bad things to survive. I'd done bad things because I wanted to. I've lost my head a few times too many. I've almost lost my life a few times more.

How do I look into my father's eyes and expect him not to see the person I've become? How do I hold my mother's hands and expect her not to see the blood on mine?

What people think my life is like—maybe that's my fault. Maybe I talk too much about the fun bits. Maybe I preach too highly of the stars, or the sunrises and sunsets, or the summer storms, or the beaches, or my encounters with the wildlife. Maybe I don't talk enough about how terrifying Australia can be. What it's like to wake up to the smell of smoke and be forced to outpace a bushfire with a smoking engine and a terrified, screaming dog next to you. How I'll wake up in the middle of the night to thunder in the Outback and I'll get Misty and leave because I'm not going to be caught in another tornado. How I've had my windscreen shattered with hail the size of billiard balls. How I've been chased up trees by angry pigs. How I've been caught in floods. What it's like to feel the moisture evaporate off your tongue as you die of dehydration. How I've been so thirsty I've drank my own urine. How I've been so hungry I've eaten dog kibble.

I can't read social situations. I'm autistic, so that's always been difficult, but I've lived in the bush since I was 19. I have spent most of my adult life without human contact. I've tailored myself to Australia's wildlife and that makes me act strange sometimes.

I piss in jars so I can pour them out near my camps to keep dingos away. I think I could take a dingo, but I'm not going to risk the safety of my dog.

I have a tendency to stare because when you stare at dingos and keep eye contact it's a territorial challenge. Stand your ground and they won't attack you. I find myself doing this to people that are no threat to me. It's the clerk at the servo, an old man at the shops, the lady across the street. I've been told it's creepy, and I can't help it.

I've forgotten how to act around people. I've built up this façade all my life to mask the autism because it's ostracised me, so I can appear more "normal," and it's funny how 15 years of masking can be thrown out the window by 3 years alone. Combine that with gradually going more and more feral over the past 3 years and is it any wonder why I can't hold conversations?

I don't smile with teeth because showing teeth to a predator is a challenge. I wake up at every little thing that goes bump in the night. In a house—a house, it's been years since I've lived in a building—sleeping out on the porch is the only way I can sleep. It works until someone drives past the street and I hear tyres and then I'm awake, and it's another half hour until my heart calms down enough to sleep again. I can slow my heartrate by force to get a good shot, but it doesn't work for waking up in a panic because I can't hold my breath long enough to make it work.

I have to sleep with a knife. Usually it's one. If I've had a rough day it becomes two or more.

There's things you see in the bush that change who you are as a person. Things you can't unsee. It's not all peaceful campfires and stargazing and pretty sunrises. There's things that are out there that people know are out there but no one talks about. That other people would call you crazy for saying you saw. Sometimes you'll meet an old blackfella in an Outback town who'll talk to you about it. Most won't, but every now and then there's one that will. It's no consolation. He'll just give you a name, something muttered under his breath that you probably don't catch and definitely can't pronounce, and he'll clap you on the back and tell you that it happens, and if he really likes you he'll give you a tinny and offer to shine your boots "to get the bush off." He'll act like he understands but then he'll turn to the bloke beside him, the one who's just listened in silence the whole time, and say "He's crazy" in words he doesn't know you understand.

Chihuahuas are popular in California. They sound like dingos, and I can't take my dog to the dog park.

I can't sleep. I wake up in cold sweats like I've been running a marathon. I dream of eyes watching me from the darkness, always the same dream. They get closer and I'm trying to keep some pitiful little fire going but it always goes out. I grab my torch, and the battery dies. I hear howls. I wake up. My dad's neighbour has huskies and they let the dogs out every morning at 5:30 on the nose and I can't sleep.

I don't know how to be intimate with people. My clothes stay on. My hat stays on. My sunnies stay on. I treat it like a job. I do my part, and I leave. I've never pursued someone. I've never approached someone first. I don't know what people see in me. I've never let someone kiss me, but I dream about it.

I can't sleep unless I have my back to something. I always have to face the door, see the door, when I'm in a building. I'm left-handed, so my left hand is always empty. I carry four knives on me at all times, or five if I'm in the bush and you count a machete.

Touch was never an issue with me before. Now it is. What few mates I have know not to stand behind me. I have to be approached like a horse--don't approach me from behind and if you do, make sure I know you're there.

I don't show emotion. I express it through touch—hands, or arms, or shoulders. I communicate love like I do with my dog, my best friend and my only companion. I feed her. I provide for her. I pat her head, I pat her back, I run my fingers through her fur, I share my meals with her. I hope she knows I love her. Matilda is my home, and I tend to her carefully. I wash her windows. I keep her petrol tank topped off. I keep her clean and tidy. I fix her flats myself, I never curse her when something goes wrong, I keep her parked in the shade when I can so her engine doesn't overheat. I hope she knows I love her. My rifle is my lifeline, and without her I am useless. I clean her every night, even if I don't use her. I buff out her scratches with a gentle hand, I handload the ammo she fires, I polish her walnut stock. I've memorised her serial number. I know her better than I know myself. She knows me better than I know myself. She's seen me at my worst and at my best. I hope she knows I love her.

I hit a low point last year. I saw a therapist in Melbourne for three weeks. I hate the cities. She wouldn't call me Blu. She called me by my legal name. Strike one. She asked me too many questions about my job, about where I go and what I do. "You said you live out in the bush. It's the 21st century. What are you doing out there that makes you flinch when a car backfires? That makes you so untrusting of people?" Strike two. "You have PTSD symptoms on par with a veteran who's seen combat," she said. "I want to refer you to a doctor who can get you on medication for your anxiety." I've been put on it before. I asked if it'd make my hands shake. I can't shoot with shaking hands. "Living in the bush isn't any way to live. You should sell your guns-" I hate that term, guns. She's a rifle. "-And move somewhere permanent. You should reacquaint yourself with society." Strike three. I never went back.

I can't communicate well through words. People forget that, or maybe they aren't aware to begin with. I'm a good listener, I've been told, but don't expect an articulate response.

Too many people think that trauma is just "something bad that happened to me." Bad things happen to everyone. Most people don't have any kind of trauma. Most people do not have PTSD.

It's one of those things that really bother me. It's usually just edgy teenagers going "oh I'm so traumatised" or just people on social media proclaiming their trauma when it's just "bad thing happened" and not actually trauma. It's been downplayed to a detrimental degree, to a point where any bad thing that happened is now trauma and so nothing is. This also applies to things like intrusive thoughts. I have intrusive thoughts. They're not random impulses like you hear people talking about on TikTok—they're obsessive, disturbing thoughts that you can't stop thinking about. That's what makes them intrusive. Oftentimes they include violence toward yourself or others. Sticking your hair in a bowl of pasta is a random impulse—it isn't an intrusive thought. Seeing someone walking down the street and picturing their dead body is.

One thing about actually having trauma is that you become really good at picking up when people actually have trauma or when they're just saying shit to be edgy and get a reaction out of you. Here's the tip: if they're constantly bringing up their trauma, fair chance they're lying. The thing about trauma is that it's traumatic. It's traumatic to remember, it's traumatic to think about, and you don't want to talk about it. You might bottle it up so much that you end up screaming into the void like I'm doing, or if you really feel safe with someone you might be willing to discuss it, but you don't talk about it unless it's really eating at you. You don't bring it up out of nowhere all the time to remind people of how traumatised you supposedly are. That's attention-seeking, edgy behaviour.

I had a mate dump some pretty heavy stuff on me without warning a few days ago, about some violent thoughts they said they have. That's another tipoff: people who actually have violent thoughts are ashamed of them. They don't talk about them unless very prompted, they don't bring them up out of the blue. I'd only been talking to this person for a month. They were the edgy type, but they're overall kind. I was edgy as a teenager too. I was hurting and I wanted someone to listen. I understand where they came from. I grew out of it, but I understand.

That said, I've got my own stuff going on in my life. Stuff that's happened to me that I don't talk about. Stuff I've done that I don't talk about. I've got my own secrets that I'll take to my grave. I don't have the mental capacity to really handle more. Sure, I can take some venting. I can even take some trauma dumping if you warn me first and don't blindside me with it. If I know someone well enough I can make the effort and try to figure out how to smooth things over, but most of the time I'm at a loss. I am not the person to come to for an emotionally compromising conversation. I am not a therapist.

I told them this and they laid into me. "Can't I tell my friend how I feel? I'm not a therapist either but I listen to people I care about." I reiterated that it's a discussion for a therapist and I'm not one. I was uncomfortable with this conversation. I told them I'm not good at handling emotional stuff. Their response?

"My advice? Fix that. No one will stick around with someone who can't even pretend to care. It took me a long time to learn but I did. I help even when I'm at my lowest. I listen and I care, or I pretend to." I've pretended my whole life. I'm tired of pretending. It's exhausting. "Whatever, you can't help people who don't want help."

People wonder why I don't open up, why I'm stone cold, and that's why. Because when you open up, people will use that shit against you. My job's taught me to be ruthless. I must fire true. I must shoot straighter than my enemy who is trying to kill me. I must shoot him before he shoots me. I will.

And sometimes there's a crack in that façade I've made. Sometimes the soft parts seep through like the solder in a bad weld. Sometimes it drips through my fingers, or my mouth, or my eyes. The difference is that in my line of work it's not something I can let people see. It's a weakness I can't afford to have. But I think the desire for companionship is human. To desire to be intimate, to form friendships, is to be human. My hands were made for holding more than rifles and cartridges. I have more of a purpose in this world than being an equaliser. I'm more than the weapon I've made myself to be.

But then I hear things like that. I hear the parting words of a mate I've lost—"With this attitude you will go on being alone in the bush"—and I wonder if I've already stopped being a person. If I've just solidified the other I've always felt I've been.

I think I lost my humanity a long time ago.

[meggie-stardust]

20 Questions for fic Writers!

Tagging myself via @lucky-bishop because I'm half bored, half a bit loopy on benadryl... And same suggestion; if anyone else wants to do this, say I tagged you <3

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 73?! Wow that surprised me.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 403,636

3. What fandoms do you write for? These days, mostly Teen Wolf, but I've written a lot for Merlin, Percy Jackson, BBC Sherlock, Gundam Wing, and assorted others over the years.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? 1. Acts of Man (Merlin/Arthur, Merlin): On the morning of their Annual pre-Christmas Dinner, Merlin is shocked to find out that Gwen thinks his boyfriend, Arthur, isn't good enough. But after a glimpse into Merlin's quirky flat, Gwen realizes that she might not have the whole story. 2. Nightmares (Jason/Percy, PJO): Percy feels lost and alone after returning from Tarartus. And if that's not bad enough, he can't sleep without having horrifying nightmares. Luckily for Percy, Jason is the one person not avoiding him, and the one person that has offered to help. 3. Looking for the Thing We Lost (Stiles/Peter, Teen Wolf): But the thing is that Stiles had already been forgotten by everyone. 4. Here I Am (Stuck in the Middle With You) (Jason/Percy, PJO): Percy and Jason's mission gets derailed when they find themselves trapped in a room with no way out. Luckily, they find a way to pass the time… 5. Know How A Man Becomes a Beast (Stiles/Peter, Teen Wolf): Peter took a steadying breath and stepped into room. He held up his hands and walked forward slowly, the way he would approach any wild animal. “Stiles. It’s gonna be ok.”

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? Yes, I try to, even it take a while -- at least on my newer fics. I haven't gone back to things from like 10 years ago to reply to old comments that I missed, but I try to keep up. I want people to know I appreciate the time they've taken to read and react to my fic, and you never know if you're going to connect with someone new and make a new fandom friend.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Give Me Pure Energy (Stiles/Peter): the alternative season 2 where Stiles craves some normalcy and befriends a new kid in his econ class, only to realize that maybe they both want more from each other than just a simple friendship. This is a super darkfic anyway, and has the kind of ending that's happy only if you're ok with all the awful things that Peter does during the fic... but generally, I like my angst with a happy ending so this is the best I can do.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Oh gosh, so many of my fics have happy endings... that's how I like em... uhhh. I'm going to go with one of my all time favorites:

Stuck Between Stations (Stiles/Peter): the one where Peter and Stiles are stuck in a time-loop inside The Wild Hunt.

8. Do you get hate on fics? I have been so lucky to not get much hate. If people are talking about my work behind my back, it's not getting back to me. And aside from an odd comment or two, I've gotten through about 20 years of fandom without having to deal with random hate.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? yes. I've written m/m, m/f, f/f, and, I think an m/m/f once... but I'm into all sorts of things and have fun writing about it

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? I have in the past; a Harry Potter/BBC Sherlock x-over that got abandoned. I've also done a few prompt challenges that lead to crossovers/fusions like SPN meets MJN Air, etc.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? god, I hope not!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Yes, I have been so lucky to have a few of my fics translated into different languages. It's always such an honor, and I give full permission for people to translate my work as long as they connect it back to mine on AO3.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? I have but it's been ages. And I think there may be someone *cough*@punchedbymarkesmith*cough* that would be great to collaborate with if an opportunity presented itself...

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? Steter it would seem. I've been reading and writing it since 2016...!

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? I fully intend to finish It's Only Forever, but I've used some of the ideas for it in other things, so I know it will be hard to get back into where I was going with it. I don't want to abandon it, but it's been a few years... le sigh.

16. What are your writing strengths? I think I'm pretty good with dialogue, especially banter. I think I'm also great at taking a small detail from canon and using that to world build something different.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Oh, that's easy: action and mystery. I really wish I could write a good casefic or mystery plot, and I just can't. I have to distract and misdirect at the end... I have to do the same with the action, too.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I don't trust myself. I might confer with someone who speaks that language if it was really needed, but I would probably do something like:

"Wow, I can't believe you survived that helicopter crash," he said in Spanish.

19. First fandom you wrote for? Gundam Wing, followed my Newsies and Harry Potter.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written? I already gave a call out to Stuck Between Stations above, so I'm going to have to go with:

At This Truth We Have Arrived (Stiles/Peter): Five years after the death of Laura, Peter returns to Beacon Hills only to be confronted by the truth that the pack has moved on without him. But the fact that everything he once knew has changed isn't necessarily a bad thing; not when there is someone like Stiles who is so full of possibilities.

OR as my WIP notes for this fic say: "Peter is curious. They do something. Murder murder. Sex sex."

[aisling-writes]

16. You're... Leaving

Time remaining: One week

“So, are you ready to go?”

You give a sheepish laughter and shrug, quickly looking elsewhere. The white chairs, the grey ceilings and the holy altar. Perhaps if they see that you’re distracted, they’ll get distracted too.

Eureka! It works.

The Aunty, clad in a heavy chiffon salwar- kameez, ruffles your hair and talks to the next, her long black hair swishing with her every dancing step.

You’ve evaded her and she’s forgotten you. But at what cost? To what extent?

A huge bubble of emotion threatens to spill, but you push it back inside and lock it under key. Not now, not yet. You’ll deal with it later.

Besides, you’ve always had a penchant for procrastination. If you can keep away from assignments and messy rooms, so can emotions wait.

Yes, later.

That sounds nice.

Time remaining: six days

“We have to meet up, man. You’re leaving in six days!”

Right.

Six days.

“Guys, think positively. Six whole days!” You exclaim. “That’s a whole lot of time!”

Your friends eye you suspiciously, as if they don’t believe you.

A small part of you agrees with their look.

Do you truly believe in that?

Right. No. Stuff the emotion back in. Deep inside.

Fake the happiness until it becomes real.

You pull them back inside, the whoosh of the door closing around you encloses you in a hug. A small thought threatens to pop up: This is probably the last time you’d be able to come to this store.

Stuff. It. Inside. Already.

You, instead choose to open the chips packet, the vinegar and salt smell overloading your senses.

See? This is good.

Denial works.

Time remaining: Five days.

“Chechi, I just have five more days left for camp! I’m so excited!”

You smile, genuinely happy for your sister and the fun that awaits her until your neurons fire up and make the connection.

Something bad unfurls in your stomach: A feeling that you’ve not yet experienced or heard of. It’s not jealousy, but a cousin of his perhaps?

You’re leaving for college the next day after your sister’s camp.

The camp she awaits  means it’s time for you to pack your bags and leave.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

You’re … leaving.

The something-feeling settles in your stomach, taking route.

Nope, Nope, Nope.

Get out already!

Divert.

“So Malu, what are your camp plans?,” you ask, waiting to hear her babble of talk that soothes you.

She spills out her words and it runs all around you,

You’re just not sure if you can handle your awaiting spill of emotions anymore.

Time remaining: Four days

Last night was a bust.

Your parents sentenced you back to your room again.

You’ve been sleeping with them for the past two days lying that you’re afraid of the ‘ghost’. Of course, the first day it was genuinely true. You felt like you’d never make it till sunrise and that a lady dressed in white with choppy hair truly awaited you outside your door, but the other two days were a lie.

You realized that you liked sleeping with them because…

You’re…

Leaving.

But that was the end of that thought. You didn’t let it go anywhere.

Instead, you happily slept under the comfort of the weighted blanket and the cold icy A/C air. Like old times. I’m still a kid again.

Until yesterday.

Dada’s backpains were kicking in and he needed a full bed back to himself so, logically, you were out.

You could swear that dada saw the disappointment in your eyes, but you just acted all nonchalant.

Because… ghost problem over, right?

Right.

Then why were your pillows wet the next day morning?

Time remaining: Three days

“You don’t want you brother to be there when you’re entering college the first time?”

What you really wanted to ask was ‘Please tell me it’s not only me who’s being overly emotional’.

“Nope. Let him suffer with his exams.” The girl with the long hair, your friend, answers. She has a cheeky twinkle in her eye, and you’re supposed to share the joke with her but, everything feels like a façade now.

You’ve been lying for too long, anyway.

To others.

To your friends.

To yourself.

What’s one more?

“Ha HA. I know right? Let my sister also suffer. Anyway, she’ll come to visit me in a month anyway!” The lie tumbles out easily.

The moment had so much potential. You finally could’ve spoken to someone, but-

No.

Time remaining: Two days

“I’m skipping the meeting tomorrow. My daughter’s leaving for college in two days, so I want to spend that time with her.” Your mother cuts the call and un-pauses the television. The show goes on and the moment of silence passes.

Two days.

You didn’t realize how fast time flies.

It feels just like yesterday when your examinations were over, and you were promised a sweet, blissful month of doing absolutely nothing.

Where did that go?

In fact, you’re angry now. A week full of choking back your feelings left no other vent other than anger. That seemed like the only feeling that was permitted without you exposing your weakness? (Who are you exposing it to? And what weakness?)

Where did that free month go?!

Time remaining: One day

A flurry of emotions.

Denial.

Stuff it back just like how you’re stuffing the bag with clothes and necessities.

You’re leaving.

The instructions.

“Call your grandma’s every day, okay?”

“I’m not a kid, you know Mama?” You laugh.

You’re leaving.

It’s evening.

 The sun has set and the yellow lights you absolutely hate (I think I love them now) illuminate the room.

An actor on the telly stabs the villain. Yay.

You’re leaving.

“How’s the food?”, Mama asks.

You wish to say it’s the best thing you’ve ever eaten but no. Lie. Lie through your teeth. “Eh, it’s fine.”

“Ha ha. You’re gonna wish you had this in your hostel.”

You’re leaving.

The clock chimes 10.

You’ve to sleep early to board the flight tomorrow.

You still have 8 more hours left. That’s a whole lot of time.

You’re leaving.

 You’re in your room, staring at the ceiling.

No ghost plagues you but only your feelings do.

It’s time.

Slowly, you let open the dam.

The unsaid words are whispered as a prayer. Your tears are your holy words.

 It rushes out.

 It threatens to spill, to pour, to ravage you.

You don’t know who you are without your family, your friends, your home, your church.

And you’re leaving them.

You’re leaving.

No.

No more denial.

You’re leaving.

Time remaining: Zero days

“This is the boarding call for Emirates flight EK563 travelling from Dubai to Bangalore.”

Part 16 of Finding Me