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f1stargirll · 1 year ago

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Conversation friends • Lando Norris

Chapter One

Word count : 2.150k

Hi guys this is my first time ever writing fanfic. I’ve had this idea for a while now and decided write it! So if any of y’all has feedback/ requests or constructive criticism I’ll be more than happy to listen! (or if u just wanna talk i’m here too <3)

Btw English isn’t my first language so don’t be too harsh on me pls🧚🏼‍♀️

Description : slow burn, college!au (enemies to lovers) and more to come.

I’m gonna make it work. I am going to make this work.

Looking around the tiny apartment I had just collected the keys to, the realization that I was finally here, alone, started sinking in slowly. This was going to be my home for the next year, a tiny apartment in a huge city I barely knew anything about, let alone knew anyone in.

It actually looks cozy, and at least it’s conveniently close to the University.

I really am going to make it work. I started unpacking and realized the need for groceries was imminent so I grabbed my keys and headed for the nearest store GoogleMaps indicated to me.

Strolling around the different isles didn’t feel as unfamiliar as I thought it would, I guess Lidl stores are always a relatively universal experience. But after a few minutes in the store, the bright neon lights and the exhaustion from the flight were seeping into my brain and making me slightly overstimulated.

Okay, got the pasta. Now I need pads and tampons and we’ll be good to go.

Mindlessly putting the cardboard box in my cart, I’m suddenly forced to look up from the huge list I had written on my phone when I feel a finger tapping my left shoulder. I quickly remove one of my headphones and turn around to face the person in front of me.

“Do you mind ?”a boy, around my age but slightly taller than I am, faces me and stares at me with an icy expression.

What’s his deal ? Wait he’s kinda…

“You’re in my way”, he spats.

He’s wearing a simple gray hoodie and sweatpants combo and a black cap hiding what seemed to be loose curls, some of them still peeking from underneath it. His baby blue eyes were piercing through me. He kept his airpods in his ears.

“I’m sorry ?” I responded slightly confused, not really hearing him well above Hozier’s new album playing in my ear.

“Do you not understand English?” He removes one of his hands from the pockets of his sweatpants to point at the box of pasta positioned right behind me, “I said you’re in my fucking way, I’ve repeated it 5 times and you’re still standing there like an idiot,” he mutters through gritted teeth, “unlike you, I don’t have all night.”

Oh, he did not just talk to me like this.

“Well there you go, almighty king of Lidl!” I exclaim while handing him the precious item, "your all powerful box of Linguini” I add, fake bowing down in irony, my face burning in anger. The exhaustion from the flight and the move had already made me easily irritable, but this was just the icing on the cake.

“Are you out of your mind?” he asks, snatching the box away from my grasp, “You just have to make a scene, huh? You’re hysterical” he huffs exiting the aisle, a baffled expression on his face.

So now I’m the crazy one? Unbelievable.

God this was the last thing I needed right now.

I sigh in exasperation, not having the strength to run after him and put up a fight.

This is going to be a long year.

Brushing my bangs slightly away from my eyes, I take a step back in my small bathroom to look for any flaws like unblended makeup or toothpaste stains on my outfit. I tend to have those a lot.

Today is my first day of class and an introduction to the daily life I was about to embark on, so looking and feeling good was quite important.

Taking the small commute to the campus, I sit next to Lola, a girl I met at the bus station earlier this morning. She instantly was very kind and helped me find my way, which turned out to be convenient for the both of us since we were heading towards the same classes. I told her about my trip from Paris and how I was here for a year abroad and she told me all about her dreams of visiting my hometown. We talked for the whole ride and exchanged Instagrams. Lola was a ray of sunshine, a gleam of light in this anxiety-inducing morning.

She also looked like the perfect representation of the sunshine; her hair a polar blond color, eyes as blue as the Mediterranean sea and a porcelain skin adorned with beautiful yet irregular freckles.

Having her by my side for the first classes felt really comforting and I was relieved to find out we shared most of our semester’s classes together. We were both English majors, and since she was here last year she had promised to help me with anything I wouldn’t understand; as I said, a ray of sunshine. We spent the day learning all about this year’s curriculum and all the work we were about to achieve.

Heading towards my last class of the day, the first meeting of what was called “Conversation Friends”. It was a program I had applied to while enrolling here, international students meeting local students once a week to exchange in English or the student’s native language. A program created to help international students better their English and make new connections.

Not knowing anyone here, I thought it would be a great opportunity to make a friend, share a nice moment and discover the city better.

But Lola warned me not to get too excited since most students in the university only did it to gain extra credit or even get a quick hookup out of it. Fine with me, people can do whatever they want, I believe I’ll still get to meet someone nice.

I like to think of myself as a pretty open person so it shouldn’t be too hard to connect with whoever it’ll turn out to be.

Walking into the amphitheater, I decide to choose a seat in the middle row and take out my notebook to write down some notes. Looking around, I can see a lot of different students from every corner of the earth and I suddenly feel a wave of comfort knowing I’m not the only one who left home for this new adventure.

“Is this seat taken?”a boy with a thick Australian accent asks while pointing to the seat on my left.

“Not at all, it’s all yours”I responded with a smile which he returned. And boy did he return it. That man was all teeth, and nose. I extended my hand to introduce myself, “my name is y/n, I’m guessing you’re Australian right?”.

He took my hand and shook it earnestly, “You’re good! I’m Daniel, nice to meet you”.

He sat next to me and we started getting to know each other quickly. Daniel seemed really kind and was really funny. I learned that he was majoring in geography (didn’t even realize that was a thing) and lives in the complex right in front of mine. He also has a passion for karting (didn’t know that was a thing either).

He’s cute. Daniel is really cute. With his little brown curls, sparkly eyes, and his smile, so big it could resuscitate a dying dentist.

He told me a little more about the program too since he had been part of it last year in a university in Montreal. He informed me that our partners were going to be chosen randomly and that we’re not allowed to change if we don’t get along.

That sucks. I hope my partner’s gonna be nice or funny, or both like Daniel. Well not just like Daniel but at least a little like Daniel, why do I keep talking about Daniel ? Daniel’s just really cute.

“So, how do you like it here so far?”he asks, crossing his long legs in front of him.

“Well, I’ve only been here for two days so I really couldn’t tell you much. I yelled at this very rude guy when I went shopping yesterday, all for some Linguini.” He questions my answer with an amused expression in his eyes.”I also met this really nice girl, Lola, she reminds me of you a little bit actually, must be the golden retriever energy.” I smile as I answer his question, feeling grateful for my encounter with the blonde this morning. At least.

“So you’re calling me a dog, after I’ve been nothing but kind, that’s what you’re doing? Wow y/n, wow.” He replies with a dramatic hand on his chest and a goofy smile on his face. “Can’t believe you fought over pasta.”

On the main stage, a professor clears his throat into the mic, telling us that the meeting is about to start. He then takes the first ten minutes to inform us on all the details of the program, like how partners have to meet at least once a week, on campus or in cultural instances like museums, cinemas or parks, some of which will be organized by the university and thus mandatory.

As if you have to ask me twice to go out for a movie, whoever it’s with and whatever the movie is, oh baby I am going to be in that seat eating my sweet popcorn. Except for horror movies, can’t watch those. I’m scared of everything horror or creepy, I can't even watch children’s movies like The Nightmare Before Christmas or Caroline.

The clanking of two fish bowls on the professor’s desks takes me out of my thoughts and I realize that he’s really about to pull out our names and assign us to partners like it’s the sunday lottery.

This is going to be very entertaining.

“Please stand up when I call out your name so your partner can see you as well,“ the professor instructs us.

His hand mixes around the first bowl of tiny pieces of paper and pulls out the first name “Daniel Ricciardo” he says into the mic, looking around for the Australian boy sitting next to me.

Daniel stands up proudly, waving at everyone in the audience like he’s on stage at a beauty pageant. His partner is next, a charming Asian boy called Alex, who was sitting front row and turned around to find Daniel and waved at him aggressively.

These two look like they’re about to have a lot of fun. Lucky Daniel.

Of course my name came up last, because why wouldn’t it ? I stand up as I hear my name being called out and let my eyes investigate the remaining students in the room, until I see him.

Fucking Linguini.

“Lando Norris” I simultaneously hear over the speakers as I see the boy who disrespected me in the middle of shopping yesterday stand up from his seat.

This can’t be real, this is a practical joke.

As his eyes meet mine I can see the smile he previously wore on his face disappear and make way for disgust as his brain processed how I looked so familiar.

The audacity of that man.

“Perfect! Apparently now everybody is paired with their partners,” the professor smiles in contentment, “now if every pair could please make its way to the front of the room to sign the register.”

As I make my way over to the front of the room, I see my so-called partner bolting towards the professor and hear him babbling about how he can’t be my partner and begs to trade with someone else.

“Norris, we both know you can’t afford to miss out on the extra credit, and the pairs have already been established, there’s no negotiation” the professor answers him sternly.

I can’t believe it. He was the one who was bad-mannered and almost verbally assaulted me in the middle of the store for nothing! I was actually considering putting this behind us to start the program on a good note and give him a chance but apparently that would be in vain. If he wants to be petty, I can beat him at his own game, that’s for sure.

Standing in front of him, I tilt my head to the side to meet his gaze “You are just unbelievable! I barely know your name and you’re already making me regret enrolling in this program.”

Looking right at me, he hands me the paper I have to sign without a word.

“You’re actually not going to talk to me? We barely know each other, this is ridiculous!” I exclaim in irritation, snatching the paper from his hands the way he snatched the box of pasta from my hands the day before.

“Can you not be annoying ? Or is that impossible for you?”he blurts out in resentment, “I’m just trying to do this thing and go home, you’ll find my email on the thing or whatever” he says without even giving you the time to respond.

This is definitely going to be a very long year.

#formula one #lando norris fanfic #lando norris x reader #lando norris #lando norris x y/n #formula one fanfiction #enemies to lovers #college!au #university!au

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aclowntiny · 1 year ago

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Kalon- Model!Jun x Female!Assistant!Reader

My piece for September Candyland 🍭 Kalon: beauty that is more than skin deep. Inspired in part by Jukebox the Ghost’s Jumpstarted hehe

Word Count: 3500 | Model AU, Coworkers to Lovers | Warnings: minor sexism, rude coworkers (not Jun), physical insults but not targeted to any feature

Tagging @chwecandi & @sunnylovespickles too just in case I messed up the tumblr tag 😄

“He’s so hot,” they muttered outside the doors and even in the halls, “how is he real?”

Your glasses were a little too large for your face- they kept sliding down, forcing you to push them up. The office was a dream come true, but you couldn’t help feeling intimidated. Wen Junhui was a famous model, practically the newest industry legend, and you had gotten the job managing things in his office. You’d probably hardly see the man himself in person, but the starstruck feeling persisted regardless. It felt odd to be an invisible player for such a public figure, a fixture of awe.

Qualified for the job as you were, you felt out of place, frankly. You weren’t sure of the office dress code, opting for something off the plainer end of your wardrobe just to blend in, you hadn’t had time for much makeup, and your hair sure wasn’t anything spectacular that day either. Everyone you passed by, models and photographers and makeup artists, barely spared you glances.

At least you’d be paid well and have a great line on your résumé. You enjoyed keeping things organized and that was what the model known simply as Jun needed. His life was organized chaos, and you were to be the former half of the phrase.

Footsteps echoed behind you as you made for the glass door of your office. “Oh, excuse me,” you said, stepping forward and holding the door open. As you turned, you were met with the stunning smile of a man in a suit.

“Thank you so much, ma’am. Oh, say, you must be the one who’s here to help me out.” Jun himself stood before you, expression bright. The words may have seemed condescending coming from someone else’s mouth, but his whole affect was so genuine the thought of him judging you didn’t even cross your mind.

Precious little did cross your mind beneath the sheer starstrike of meeting the very man who received such buzz behind his back, such almost mystery at his poise and looks. Several heartbeats passed before you even replied at all.

“Yes, I am. My name is-”

“Wait!” He stopped you eagerly, smile growing wider. “I want to make sure I remember correctly! (y/n), right?”

“Yep,” you stuttered a bit, clutching your folder to your chest, “yep, that’s me.”

“I hope you can enjoy working here. If you need anything, please tell me.”

“That’s what I should be telling you!” You burst out before you could stop yourself.

Luckily for your career, your new coworker chuckled at that. “I like to think both of us can help each other,” he replied warmly, finally disappearing through the door you held open, making sure it didn’t hit you as you followed.

This was going to be a great job, you could tell. Respect levels varied among who you worked with, one set of higher-ups dismissively asking you to bring coffee for an eight person meeting like you weren’t Jun’s personal assistant, just a lowly receptionist or intern, but respect came where it mattered.

Placing the last to-go cup in the mostly-flat quadrant carrier, you checked off the last of the coffees and teas ordered by the directors, agents, and models. Sighing, you pocketed the used list, sliding your hand underneath the one carrier and hoping you wouldn’t spill anything while your hands were full. It wasn’t that you minded grabbing coffee, it was more the way they asked, AKA demanded. They didn’t see you at the same level as the other assistants or even secretaries, whether that was because you were new, a young woman, or simply less chic. Had the man even uttered a ‘please’ you would have felt different.

“Hey, that’s a lot. You shouldn’t even be doing this.”

Turning, you saw Jun at your back, concern etched across his handsome face.

“I- I don’t mind,” you stammered, attempting to lift both carriers like waiter’s trays.

“Oh, no no no, let me get one, please.” Sliding his hand beneath yours, the model deftly plucked four of the drinks from your hand. “That guy was so rude, if he wasn’t a huge investor I would have punched him. You don’t even work for him. You must be so much kinder than me,” he chuckled as you set back off down the hallway.

You flushed. “Well, like I said, I don’t mind, and I’m so new here, so-”

“I get it,” he nodded, tone calming, “I’ll mention it to them. Of course you don’t want to start any fights! You know our software like the back of your hand, though, and even your way around a camera. All those guys know is money signs. Don’t let them sell you short.”

“Ok,” you nodded shakily as the doorway approached, both of you disappearing back into the meeting room with its long, imposing table.

How did you get so lucky? The little smiley faces your…boss? Colleague? Jun wasn’t really your supervisor, come to think of it…sent you in all his emails and the stuffed cat on his desk named Jun Junior he waved you off with had had you smiling, but the way he took those coffees, the way he immediately told the suited big-wig you were a tech whiz, and you were there for him, not just some intern, had your heart fluttering.

Coffee runs you could handle, but petty high-school insults? Everyone was too old for that. You had earned your way into an amazing opportunity, taken too much care into your work to be pushed around by people talking about your looks behind your back. Especially when the man you worked with had such a big heart.

The same people who wondered if Jun could be real wondered how someone with your appearance could work so closely with him.

“She should be ashamed coming to a place like this looking so plain.”

“I know. Doesn’t she know she works for a modeling agency, not some temp desk?”

“They must have done a blind interview, otherwise they would have known she doesn’t match our image at all. I wonder what Mr. Wen thinks.”

“Not much, I bet.”

“What a shame. Well, she’s a secretary for sure,” the first woman flipped her ponytail off her sleek, purple-silk-clad shoulder as she gave a small shrug.

At the time, you said nothing, passing by as if their words rolled over muffed ears. Verbal spats would solve nothing but the question of if you would stoop down to their level, and just like with the coffee there would be no falling for that on your first day at work. Day one in that beautiful white-tiled building with all its glass panels you apparently looked like only belonged in as some sort of substitute.

Proving them wrong silently, though? Not a qualm in the world.

You’d scheduled a haircut for that night after work, so the moment you said your good nights to the remaining few staff and cleaners heading out with you it was straight to the salon. Barbed words spurred you on to take the risk on the chair, daring the fresh hairstyle you’d considered off and on the last few times.

It looked amazing. Shaking your hair out with satisfaction, you gave one more glance into your mirror at home before pulling open your closet doors.

Day Two of your job. That morning, you’d opted for your nicest business-casual dress and done your favorite hair and makeup look, feeling more ready than ever to step out of that elevator.

And sure enough, when you did, you were met with whispers beneath doorway sheens, eyebrows raised beneath Prada glasses. Half of you wanted to tell those people off, speak into their stares exactly why they should be ashamed at treating you like a different person for conforming to the speech of their shallow hearts. The other half, though? It had your shoulders raising a bit with pride at turning heads.

Reflection reaching for the long silver handle of your translucent office door, you stepped in with a newly burning passion for your day’s work, starting it with the difficult call you’d been putting off, one you knew would require a bit of negotiation.

You argued perfectly for the best shoot conditions Jun could have, and when you tapped into his office he did an almost childish double-take that had you flushing.

“Wow,” he breathed, sitting up straighter, “uh, hi. What did you need?”

This was one stubborn tripod. Whoever had previously set it up, they’d locked the legs so tight it took every muscle in your hands to pry the thin solid cylinders apart. Fingers working between them, you finally unlatched the last hold and pulled the trio back into their triangular state, glasses sliding down your nose at your downward stance.

“All right, I can take the camera now.”

At your word the photographer hooked up his device and you carefully placed it in its spot just outside the makeshift set.

A few weeks had passed since that tentative first few days, time to earn some respect for practically rewriting the whole agency office’s scheduling program and undeniably increasing efficiency. Despite that, though, your heart was falling more and more into the field, jobs that had you cramming supplies into Jun’s company car and sliding into the backseat with him for a quick debrief before assisting tech. While the model himself got his makeup done, you learned more and more of what models went through and even tips the photographers gave them nine out of ten times they stood before the camera: ways to turn, flattering poses, all the fake behaviors to play at eating or using products, even the generic photoshoot smile Jun had taught you through his jokes in the car and called you a natural at. Even the ruder office-mates had cause to shut up seeing you do more physical work they didn't want to do anyway.

"Where is the man of the hour, anyway?" The jovial photographer asked, hands upon paisley-belted waist.

"Probably getting his makeup finished," you giggled, leaning against the drink table behind the scenes.

"Well, I'm sure he looks great. Go get him out here- he won't listen to anyone but you,” the man teased, waving you forward with a smile.

You couldn’t help but wonder what the man meant as you shuffled off, straightening the blouse you’d chosen to balance comfort and style. It was fun in its own right, thinking of those things, even if it was exhausting.

Verity of the photographer’s words or not, Jun did sit right up at your call. You shared what he said about the model looking great, summoning one of the bright laughs you loved from his lips. He tilted his head like a cat, lashes fluttering a bit.

“What do you think?”

Your body had already half-turned to leave the brightly lit bustle of artists and their dusty craft as he spoke. “I beg your pardon?”

“Do you think I look good, (y/n)?” It was almost startling the way breathed the question, fixing you with that intensely inquisitive stare. Jun meant it, truly cared what you thought, hoped he measured up. People spoke of him like he was something beyond humanity, but he was more human than so many of the people you met, so down to earth.

Breath hitching as you pushed up your glasses and took in the way his dark brown hair fell lightly tousled onto his brow, the way the stylist had unbuttoned just one less than usual of his shirt’s fastenings, the way the makeup artists had subtly brightened his lips, and all you could do was nod.

“Then I am ready,” he responded, smile widening as he followed you to the set and posed for the camera more magnificently than you’d seen yet.

The next day, you arrived to work strangely anxious. Leaving early had given you the opportunity to grab a little something extra; clutching the bag, you made to knock on Jun’s office door, but he beat you to it, stepping out right as you raised your hand.

“Oh, (y/n), perfect! Got a little something for you here.” In his outstretched hand was a to-go cup from the café you frequented.

A surreptitious turn of the cup proved it your usual order. You smiled sheepishly. “Thanks, I really need the caffeine this morning. I did not sleep well last night, you can probably tell.”

Smile staying put, Jun gave a little shake of his head. “Your heart still shines as bright as ever.”

As if those words hadn’t shot an arrow straight through your palpitating heart, you just glanced down at the bag in your hand. “Well, I was hoping to shine some light on your morning. I got you something too!”

“Is that…?” Lighting up, he peeled the white paper open and grinned like it was Christmas. “Muffins! We’re the best, aren’t we, (y/n)?”

At that, all you could do was laugh with him and remind him you guys had a call at ten.

This shoot was a two-person. Jun and a female model were posing together to show the men’s and women’s collection of a latest designer drop. This photographer was a bit less forgiving than the kind, fashionable gentleman you’d enjoyed setting up with last time. By that point, you were well used to business types. At least this guy didn’t demand you a starbucks run or a sandwich or anything.

Most of his ire was directed toward the poor beauty, demanding a more complicated pose of her than of Jun. You didn’t even want to think about why, just shook your head in sympathy as he criticized the way she bent. Jun was going to stand upright, one hand leaned casually on a little white column as he looked halfway into the camera, while she had to fold her arms across it practically bent at a ninety-degree angle. You’d seen that pose given to female models before, pulled it a few times just to imagine the uncomfortable tension at the base of the spine the women had to go through.

That, likely, was the problem. If you rolled your hips wrong, it could hurt, not to mention looking that much less natural. Rocking the boat was the last thing you wanted to do, but hearing the photographer criticize the woman’s inability to take the pose well just got to you, bringing you right back to your first days when everyone thought the new assistant beneath them. You’d proved them wrong, now it was this man’s turn.

“I think what he means to say,” you began, keeping your voice just timid and kind enough to dull the pointed inflection of your words, “is that it’s ok to keep your hips relaxed, like this.”

Jun stepped from his side of the podium, proudly waving you forward. Your eyes fell from his as you, faintly smiling, bent onto the short, gaudy column that was their set dressing. Keeping yourself relaxed was pretty easy- the temptation to stick out more simply wasn’t there for you. Sticking anything out, standing out, wasn’t something you craved on the daily.

But sometimes it felt good. “Yes! Exactly like that! She knows the pose,” the photographer half-praised, half-complained, tugging on his tie.

“Let her do it, then,” Jun suddenly spoke up.

“What?” The photographer goggled at him.

“Let her do it with us. She’s seen plenty of what we do. We all know I can’t go to a shoot without her. Why not let her get on the other side of the camera?”

The older man’s dark eyes slid your way, then drifted just as quickly back to Jun. “She’s not exactly a model.”

“You just said she knew the pose better than the pro,” he replied with crossed arms.

“She doesn’t have the look that fits our concept,” the photographer hissed, setting his camera down, “I mean, some people get hired to stand in front of a camera and some go behind it. There’s a vision for this brand, you understand.”

The words choked you a little, strangling your chest a little tighter than teenage-level barbs. In this man’s eyes, no one would believe you passed as part of the beauty industry. Such views were a given the way he spoke them- nobody would ever believe someone who looked like you would make it on a front page or an instagram post. You'd never be on a model's level, just the girl who worked for them. Perhaps that was what bothered you most- everyone around you dooming you to a lower plane of existence than the kind, handsome joy of a man you worked for with one look, one judgement.

“I do understand,” Jun replied, stripping the designer jacket off his chest and handing it to the stylist waiting at the camera, “and that’s something you’ll never have Wen Junhui’s support on. Find someone else to do the shoot.”

Never had Jun’s voice, always so soft and sweet and comforting, hardened like that. The sound of it had your back stiffening, almost startled out of the painful jolt to your chest and falling of your gaze. His tone was low, icy, and firm as he stepped calmly toward the illuminated exit of the studio hanging and oozing pale red light over the pristine white door. Your head swiveled back and forth between the exit and the studio, its pale blue background almost entirely empty.

"But- But-"

Protests, weak and incredulous, fell from your lips, but Jun shook his head, a small smile returning when he met your eyes again. "I'll take the hit on the client. The agency heads will understand when I'm done with them. We know what to say." He winked, and your shaky heart fluttered again.

"I know you didn't ask to model or anything," he continued, "and maybe you wouldn't have wanted to do it. But what that guy said? It made me mad. I didn't even know wrong words could make me feel angry like this until I heard what he said. This isn't the way I wanted to tell you this at all, I wanted to wait until we were both in my office and I had the courage to get you flowers or buy your lunch on break but you usually bring it...er, anyway, (y/n), you're the most beautiful girl in the world. Prettier than any model or idol they have on those cameras. Know why? Your beauty is more than skin-deep. It wasn't made, it just is. No need to try and make yourself up for it. You endure so many harsh words and still act kind. You're smart, writing programs hardly anyone else in the agency knows a line of. The fact that you have a gorgeous smile, too, just makes you an all-kill."

Jun...thought that highly of you? Tears welled up briefly in your eyes at the balm of his words over the photographer's, disappearing smoothly and warmly back with a blink as your eyes fixed on his beautiful brown gaze. One thing about your model associate, you knew, was that he never lied. Never said anything he didn't mean. Perhaps his resignation shouldn't have surprised you, but as you disappeared through the swinging exit door, it hardly occurred to you in favor of his last sentence repeating in your mind.

"I don't know what to say," you replied, sure your smile looked as dreamy as you felt, but nothing short of a meteor would have stopped that.

Jun took your hand in his, running a thumb across the back of it so softly you thought you might melt. "Say you like me, too. Well, only if you do, you know..."

"I know," you nodded, "because I do. Everyone always talks about you like some mysterious figure, like you can't be human just because you're so handsome, but they don't see your true beauty, either. Jun, you're truly one of the sweetest people I've ever met, and it's because of you I feel so comfortable and respected in my job. You make my day with how excited you get over muffins and let me talk to Jun Junior. Every day has something to be happy about, but you always know how to get down to business when you need to. I admire that. I wish everyone could see that, not just how hot you are."

His eyes bugged. "You think I'm hot?"

"Well," you flushed, frozen on the sidewalk at his side, "stealing their words. But I guess my secret's out? Or maybe the real secret is how we're both all-kills."

Jun giggled with you at that, looking a bit flushed himself as he leaned down, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand. "It's like I said, (y/n). We're the best. Please let me buy you lunch one of these days. I'll take your picture and prove just how beautiful you are, inside and out."

#septembercandyland #seventeen #seventeen imagines #seventeen reactions #seventeen x reader #seventeen scenarios #jun #jun x female reader #seventeen x female reader #female reader #model au #coworkers to lovers

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tilltheendwilliwrite · 1 year ago

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Reflections

Chapter One

Master List / Real People Master List / Reflections Master List

Pairing: Mia MacAlsdair x Au Tom Hiddleston

Warnings: partner abuse, language, 18+ Minors do not interact

A/N: I apologize in advance should my Scottish/English interpretations be incorrect. I am Canadian playing in a world of my own making. Do not @ me.

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Leonardo da Vinci once wrote, "I love those who can smile in trouble, who can gather strength from distress, and grow brave by reflection."

Mia took those words to heart when life crashed and burned around her. At thirty-one, she found herself dumped by her fiancé of five years, homeless, and out of work, recovering from the pandemic and all that went along with that bullshit.

Canada wasn't hit as hard as other places worldwide, but it was hard enough that the economy struggled to recover even a few years later.

As an artist with a unique style, Mia also struggled. She had a decent following, and people liked her creations, but when the pandemic hit, she stagnated in a market that no longer had disposable income to spend. She put her hastily acquired medical transcription certificate to use to make ends meet and began working from home in her shared apartment. The work-from-home opportunity allowed her to continue to create art while bringing in a steady paycheck.

But Colt didn't like it. His law firm also turned to the work-from-home model, sticking them together in the same space without any breathing room for days on end.

Mia hadn't thought much of it at first. They loved each other, had lived together for two years at that point, and were blissfully happy as far as she knew. Time together was precious when Colt could spend upward of seventy-plus hours a week at the office. Having him home every night, having dinners together, and time to binge a little television sounded like heaven.

Until it wasn't.

Within months, he grew waspish, snapping at her for working on the kitchen table, taking up too much space, and playing her music too loud. When he began to berate her for her art supplies and how she couldn't just hog an entire room with them, Mia thought the stress of the pandemic had gotten to him.

Six months in, and she couldn't do anything right.

He'd always been a little critical, commenting on her clothes, hair, or makeup, but whenever she called him on it, he would say he was trying to help her better herself. She needed to act a certain way and dress a certain way. She needed to look like she belonged if she wanted to accompany him to company outings or galas.

A backward view granted her twenty-twenty vision at the giant walking red flag that was Colt, but Mia was too blind to see it at the time. And with Covid riding the world like a jockey whipping the last-place finisher on race day, Mia was stuck.

Plus, it was only stress. Or so she convinced herself.

When Colt's return to work order came, she was relieved. Maybe now she would get her Colt back, the sweet guy who brought her flowers and called her at lunch every day to hear her voice.

She didn't.

Colt only grew worse. Instead of just criticizing her, he yelled, screamed, and punched walls.

In hindsight, she should have left right then, but Mia kept chalking his actions up to stress. People changed with the pandemic. Life got harder. Money got tighter. Maybe she could do more, be better, try harder.

It wasn't until he grew indifferent that she realized she'd lost him. Finding the messages on his iPad that proved his cheating only confirmed what she already knew.

But Mia had nowhere to go. She didn't make enough money to get a place by herself when rent in her area was at an all-time high. She tried to take on more work, but so many people had the same idea as her when the pandemic struck that the transcription industry was flooded with workers. She even applied for jobs around town, but none paid enough. They wanted her to work for pennies for less than full-time hours, so they didn't have to pay benefits.

She was barely scraping by on helping with the rent. It was a crapshoot, and she knew it. So she bit her tongue; she stayed in her loveless relationship even as Colt's indifference grew into resentment, anger, and, finally, violence.

The first and only time he hit her, they were in the middle of an argument where she finally told him she knew about his cheating. He went quiet, scarily so. His face drained of colour before it rushed back in, painting his skin crimson as he lunged and slammed her into the wall, screaming at her for dragging out their relationship when he could have been with his new flame all this time.

The fist to the temple put her on the ground, knocked her teeth together, and set her ears ringing. But Mia was tougher than she looked and Colt was too stunned by what he'd done to stop her when she staggered to her feet, grabbed a side table lamp, and threatened to use it on him if he didn't leave. She screamed at him to get out and not come back, to go be with his new girlfriend if he wanted her so badly.

There was some minor back and forth, but every time his eyes darted to the blood and darkening bruise on her face, guilt flashed over his. Eventually, he left, but not before telling her she had forty-eight hours to get her shit out of his house.

Yeah, his, because he asked her to give up her lease and move into his place years earlier.

She slammed the door in his face, threw the lock and added the security chain for good measure. Then, on a wave of regret, grief and humiliation, and feeling stupid and utterly hopeless, Mia sat on the floor and cried until she sobbed, heaved, and almost threw up.

At that point, she wondered if she had a concussion, but there was no way she was leaving the apartment to find out, unsure if he would come back and toss all her stuff over their balcony in a fit of supreme assholery.

Colt could no longer be trusted.

Instead, she cleaned herself up, got an ice pack, and sat down to figure out what she would do in the next two days with what amounted to no job, no friends, and no family to help her.

Colt was once her best friend and family, the only one she really needed, and Mia found making friends difficult. She was neurodivergent, which was great for creating art but made maintaining lasting friendships difficult when it was easy to forget they existed for two or three weeks. People eventually got tired of reaching out when she never reached back. It wasn't that she didn't want friendships, but sometimes the worlds in her mind demanded all her time, energy, and focus to the extent that nothing else existed. Everything else could fade away, even Colt.

The only thing that remained was Him.

Mia glanced at the altar near the window. It wasn't much and Colt always teased her about her weird religious practices, but Mia ignored him. She was a Norse Pagan with strong leanings toward Lokean practice. Yeah, she worshiped the God of Mischief, but not the one in some comic book or movie. Her God was real. She knew it, felt it, and relished his attention when it came. The how and the why of it all were a long story, but she'd followed the path most of her life.

Even now, his voice whispered Colt wouldn't go unpunished, but Mia only sighed. "I think we've punished each other long enough."

She'd used him for a place to live, trapping them in a loveless relationship. Did that excuse him for hitting her? Fuck no! And if Loki wanted to exact retribution for that, she wouldn't stop him. But she needed to figure out what to do about right now.

The pile of discarded mail tumbled off the kitchen island, and a brown legal envelope skittered across the floor to run point first into her bare toe. The sharp little jab made her grunt.

"That's uncalled for, you know," she muttered, even as she picked up the envelope.

Mia hadn't bothered to look at it when she got it from the mailbox, assuming it was something for Colt, but finding her name and that of a law firm she'd never heard of on the return address label caused her to frown as she tore it open.

The first thing to fall out was a set of keys that looked like they were from a Jane Austin novel. Second was an old black and white photo, gone sepia with age. Third was a package of papers with a crisp white envelope paperclipped to the front.

The photo was of an old house, not quite a manor but bigger than a cottage, with a man and woman and three small boys standing out front.

She set the photo and the keys aside, glanced at what looked like a lot of legal jargon, and plucked the letter from inside the envelope. The words swam together a little, causing concern about concussion again, but the more she read, the farther her jaw dropped.

"How the hell do I own an estate in Scotland!?" And not just a house, but land, properties, and money—an obscene amount of it.

Loki's wicked laughter echoed in her head like an eerie breath of wind.

Telling the Mischief God to piss off, Mia made a phone call.

In a whirlwind of information, delivered by what turned out to be a very nice - though thickly accented - older man who she had clearly woken up, Mia discovered a heritage lost to her when her parents died in a fire when she was eleven.

She would never know whether it was the headache throbbing behind her eyes, the pulse of blood in her bruised temple, or just the shitty day piling up. Still, she sat on the floor and cried for the second time, causing the poor man to exclaim in alarm, demand to know if she was alright, and absolutely lose it when Mia lost her mind and told him everything.

Fergus MacDougal - because, of course, that was his name - informed her that he would take care of everything. He asked if she were safe to remain in the apartment overnight, to which she nodded before realizing he couldn't see her and replied yes. Colt was unlikely to be back before she was due to be out. Neither wanted to see each other again. They'd already said things they couldn't take back.

Fergus appeared to breathe a sigh of relief before telling her she was to pack her belongings, anything she wanted to bring with her immediately in one pile and everything she wanted to be shipped later in another, and be ready when the car called in the morning.

Stupidly, Mia asked, "What car?"

"The one to take you to the airport, lass. We'll have you across to us in a blink. You do have a passport, yes?"

Stunned, Mia again nodded before giving an affirmative grunt.

His laughter was like warm honey, thick and rich, rumbling in her ear before telling her to text him if she needed anything and hung up.

She sat staring at the phone for long moments before a gentle push from a kind hand knocked her from her stupor as Loki whispered, Pack your things, girl.

Mia looked up, almost expecting to see him crouched on the sofa like a raven, beaming at her, his red hair braided back from his face and threaded with feathers, but there was nothing.

She rose on shaky legs, dumped the thawed ice pack back in the fridge, dug three Tylenol out of the medicine cabinet and brewed a pot of coffee. She had work to do.

When the car called in the morning, all her art supplies, paintings, and works in progress were packed and waiting. She found all the boxes she needed in the building's recycling, ran out of the apartment long enough to buy tape and grab something to eat, and spent the rest of the night packing up her life.

When morning dawned, she looked at her small piles of boxes and fought the burn of tears for what felt like the hundredth time in only hours.

Going through her things, clothes, jewelry, even the DVDs, she realized how little of it she wanted to keep. She had no mementos, nothing from her past, and hardly any photos. Everything in the apartment was Colt's or something he bought her. They were all things Colt wanted her to wear, how he wanted her to look, how he wanted her to act.

Mia left it all behind. She took what little she'd brought with her five years ago and left the rest in garbage bags to donate.

Lastly, she wrapped and packed Loki's altar. The crystals, feathers, bowls, toys, statues, and altar cloth went in a small wooden box she carefully covered in bubble wrap, placed in the box with her meagre collection of books, and taped shut.

In her backpack, her laptop, chargers, the envelope from the lawyer, wallet and passport were ready to go.

She spent the last two hours cancelling everything she could think of and informed the landlord she was leaving. She wasn't on any of the utility bills or the lease, but she did change all her passwords before submitting a request to remove her name from their joint bank account, though she didn't touch the money.

It was exhausting, and by the time the movers knocked, Mia was ready to drop.

She opened the door to find a man in his later years, sixty to sixty-five, with white hair and crinkles around his eyes. His smile fell from his lips as his gaze zeroed in on her temple, and Mia's hand flew to her face.

He stepped toward her and slowly grasped her wrist, drawing her hand from the black bruise and mildly swollen eye.

"Is this the first time?" he demanded gently.

Mia lifted her chin and stared him in the eyes. "And the last."

"Do you want to press charges?"

Air tickled her ear, and a growl that could be mistaken for thunder rattled the windows.

"It's being taken care of."

She didn't know what he saw in her face, but the arch of his brow and slight quirk of lips said he believed her.

Afterward, it was a whirlwind. She wasn't sure how many men there were, but they had everything - which wasn't much - carted up and off, though she insisted on taking the last box she packed and her backpack herself.

Sebastian, the white-haired man in the cashmere coat, Armani suit, and red-soled shoes she didn't even want to guess the price of, insisted on carrying the box for her. As it wasn't heavy, Mia relented. He was a spry, fit man who filled out his coat with broad shoulders but had a grandfatherly quality that set her at ease.

While the movers took her things, he explained Fergus called him, asking him to see Mia safely onto the plane. As they were partners in a global firm of lawyers, he was happy to help, but when he saw how little she had, he instructed the movers to put everything onto the truck for the plane. They may as well send it all with her now.

Mia listened, but everything was a wall of sound and movement; nothing made sense, and if she didn't get horizontal soon, she would pass out and fall down.

Sebastian, seemingly aware of that fact, ushered her into the elevator, out the front, and into a limo, shocking her again when she was met with a wall of heavenly scent. Fresh coffee and sweet baking. He placed one of each in her hands, and she ate by remote as the car pulled from the curb.

Sebastian continued to talk, asking her questions about her art, having clocked the easel - likely to keep her awake - as they headed for the airport. When they arrived, Mia frowned because they didn't stop at International Departures but passed it to the private terminals.

"I don't understand," she murmured, too tired to hide her confusion.

"You didn't think Fergus would put you on a commercial flight, did you?" Sebastian chuckled, helping her out of the car when it stopped beside a private jet.

Mia stared at it, then looked at him in exasperation. "Who the hell are you people?"

Sebastian laughed. "The question, my girl, is who are you for Fergus MacDougal to call in numerous favours to get you out of that apartment and across the world in less than twenty-four hours'."

"I… I don't know," Mia whispered. The weight of what she was doing on an impulse suddenly hit her and caused her knees to shake.

Reflect, Loki whispered in her ear.

Her knees firmed, and she lifted her chin. "But Leonard da Vinci once wrote, 'I love those who can smile in trouble, who can gather strength from distress, and grow brave by reflection.'" She turned to Sebastian and held out her hand. "It's time for me to grow brave. I appreciate your help."

He grinned and shook his head. "You're an interesting woman, Miss MacAlasdair. I wish you good luck in your future endeavours."

She smiled and squeezed his hand. "I don't need luck. I have something better."

"Oh? What's that?"

Mia glanced at the plane when a flash of red caught her eye, only to find a black raven on the open door. "Mischief. And someone who can use it looking out for me."

Sebastian's smile quirked a little like she'd confused him, but he didn't ask, just ushered her to the foot of the stairs where the wide eyes of the flight attendant said Mia looked as bad as she felt.

But she would smile through her trouble, gather strength from her distress, face her reflection and grow brave. She wasn't sure about this, but no one said she had to go to Scotland forever.

She climbed up the stairs to stand in the open doorway where the raven remained and turned to take in the city skyline with the sun rising to cast an orange glow over the buildings. Mia had the sinking feeling it would be a long, long time before she returned to Canada.

The bird was gone when she looked up at the raven again, but that didn't surprise her. Loki came and went as they pleased. It was a long flight to Scotland, and the deity she worshipped wasn't happy with Colt. And if that growl at her former apartment was anything to go by, neither was Fenrir.

Retribution would be swift and cutting.

A pang of pity tried to swell in her gut, but Mia stomped it out. Colt made his bed when he hit her. Loki was going to make him lie in it.

She nodded a final time to Sebastian, walked onto the jet, and set her backpack and box on the couch before falling into a chair. When she fumbled to do up the seat belt, the flight attendant hurried to help her.

"We'll be taking off as soon as they load your things," she murmured. "Can I get you anything? Coffee, tea, juice? Some ice?"

Mia sighed. "Does it look that bad?"

The woman winced. "Sorry. I wasn't trying to imply-"

"No, I'm sorry," Mia interrupted. "It's been a really long sixteen hours. If you have any, ice would be great, along with some Tylenol or Aspirin."

"Sure thing," she smiled. "I'll get that right away. Once we're at altitude, if you would like, you can move to the bedroom and sleep."

Mia's jaw dropped. "There's a bedroom!?"

The woman laughed. "Oh, honey. You haven't seen anything yet. I'm Ginny. Your pilots are John and Rhys, and we'll see you safely across the Atlantic. Once you're rested, I'll put together something more substantial than pastries and coffee for you, but let me get you some juice, painkillers, and ice. I'll be right back."

"Wait! How did you know what was in the limo?" Mia asked.

Ginny grinned. "Mister Vass always has coffee and pastries in the car for his morning drop-offs."

"So they do this a lot?"

"Rescue women and spirit them away to Scotland? No, I'm pretty sure this is a first," she chuckled and hurried off.

Mia frowned a little but couldn't dispute it. They did rescue her, though she hated being the damsel in distress, and vowed right then to find a way to repay Sebastian and Fergus for their kindness.

She glanced at the window and caught a glimpse of her reflection. Even in the glass, she could see the heavy bruising and sighed.

She reflected on her relationship. It had grown so toxic, so heartless. They'd been hurting each other emotionally for a long time. Neither was without blame, though she didn't excuse him hitting her. But she needed to close things on her terms. She didn't want to leave anything unsaid and wanted a clean break without contact.

The pain of the breakup had yet to come, but she knew it was simply a matter of time and distance.

Instead of thinking about it any longer, she dug her phone out of her backpack, noted it only had ten percent juice and sighed. She'd forgotten to charge it overnight. Still, it was enough battery to do what she needed and opened her text messages.

Colt,

I'm out. You can go home whenever you want. I've taken only my things - what I brought with me when I moved in, and my art supplies - all of the clothes, shoes, and accessories are in garbage bags for you to do with whatever you want. If you're going to get rid of them, at least donate them to Goodwill and don't throw them away. The landfills don't need that kind of burden.

I can't forgive how things ended. I could have lived with the screaming, cursing, and even berating because I did know you were seeing Mindy for almost a year, and I stayed because I had nowhere else to go. I used you for a roof over my head, which was selfish of me, but you hit me, which is unforgivable.

I don't want to hear from you after this. You were my best friend, my family, the only person I had left to turn to. The pandemic and subsequent fallout were brutal on everyone, but you changed. You turned into someone I don't recognize anymore. I hate who you've become.

I hate that we stopped talking about us, the wedding, our hopes and dreams. I don't know when you stopped loving me, I don't know when I stopped loving you, but somewhere along the line, we did stop. Maybe if Covid hadn't happened, we would be blissfully happy and settled down. Or maybe Mindy would still be in the picture, I can't say, but it doesn't matter now.

I'm done, Colt. You broke the last bits of my faith in you when you punched me in the face. Nothing you can say will make up for that. Nothing you can say will ever make me walk back into your life.

We were toxic to each other. Maybe apart, we can figure out how to be happy again.

Even now, I hope you find your happiness someday, but get help with your temper. You were never like that before.

For now, don't contact me. I don't want to hear from you, see you, or speak to you for a while. My world crashed and burned last night.

I need to start over.

I need to figure out how to do that.

I need to figure out a future without you in it.

Mia.

She hit send, saw it was delivered and received only seconds before her phone died. Mia sighed and shoved it back into her backpack.

She'd look into charging it later.

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#reflections #au tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston fanfiction #rpf #real people fiction

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freezing-kaiju · 1 year ago

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Lunatic of the Flesh

@my-ceiling-is-tilted 's Biotober prompts 7, 17, and 25: Cancerous, Mutation, and Infection.

Warnings: extreme body horror, werewolves, biting and neck trauma, intimacy, it's about a werewolf themed resident evil infection going horribly wrong so make of that what you will! it's also a bit t4t

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The bus stop close to my old home has been chewed on.

Bites have been ripped out, glass lines the bench, and, on the metal, patches of fuzz grow, waving in the wind. There’s the sound of crickets and toads, but no cars, nothing save for the bus rattling away behind me and the wheels of my baggage against the ground.

The plants grow thick, choked with weeds and bursting with gorgeous flowers, except for patches here and there that lay covered in hair. Great tendrils of matted fur, gray and blue and black, swaying like grass in the breeze. Deer bound through the distance in packs twenty strong.

The bus patrols exist for the infected. I’ll count as one soon, so it’s fine.

I fix my makeup in the window. Wouldn’t want to disgust them. After all…

——

…they’re beautiful.

Not from tip to toe, I know that. Slinking through the forest, I see some dragging massive, misshapen claws, some dangling boils, some with extra halves of jaws. Their hunts of the massive deer seem mutual; their destructive power is so increased, but the deer are so much faster, and they’re working so hard to catch their prey. Their imposing snouts, so well-suited to eating and howling… their ears, so soft-looking, so perfectly pointed… their backs so arched, their tails so long and fluffy, everything about them is so. Unbelievably. Perfect.

And yet, none of them are the right one. Maybe they know this; the first to catch sight of me slipped its pulsing violet eyes away not a moment after, likely out of disinterest. Maybe the foliage, leaves and bushes dead and alive, hides me perfectly.

Maybe… I’m already something else’s prey.

I stop, look behind myself. Nothing but the same fallen leaves concealing the same insects, the same trees looming thin and tall above me like the bars of a disorganized prison, but…

Above me.

Something flicked.

I look the rest of the way up and drop my luggage.

A wolf. Poised between the trees, spread on all four of its pristine limbs, a massive, gorgeous wolf.

“RUN,” it cajoles.

I can’t.

The few tendrils that shiver on its body are symmetrical. Its teeth are so well-kept they shine. Its third eye lingers above the left one in the exact place a chunk of winged eyeliner would be, adding to a glorious air of cuntiness that its breasts only further contribute to. Those claws— oh, what I wouldn’t give to be pulled apart by them! And the chest fur… those patterns…

“RUN,” it says again.

“I cannot.”

“TOO WEAK?”

“I refuse! I will join you without wasting your precious energy.”

“JJOIN?”

“I’ll join your pack! I’ll become part of it! I’ll make you MINE!”

The wolf’s chest swells with what had to be pride. Two of the branches I thought might impede it if I needed to run cracked beneath just this simple exertion. “A WEAK HUMAN...WANTS TO JOIN? THE PACK? MINE?”

“Your pack, and nobody else’s!”

“WHY?”

“Because I know you! Do you not recognize me?!”

It took in a shuddering breath, paw scratching its chin in what would be a human gesture were its claws not out and drawing blood. “RECOGNIZE...YOU?”

“Y…” I planted my other foot and stood my ground. “Yeah, Winnie. I came all the way back to meet you again. You…”

God, from the Kingdom Hearts pattern on the chest fur to the strange piercings, she was precisely the same.

“You look like the fursona I helped you make.”

Both paws slammed down in the snow. The wolf’s great head, it—

A motorcycle’s worth of predator.

Launched.

Towards me.

In that moment, I processed it quite like someone had thrown a car at my face, and screamed.

The wolf stopped short.

“IF…I AM WINIFRED… I AM? WINIFRED?”

“Y-yes,” I said, “yes, definitely, you are her and she is you.”

“I…CAN BE HER… THEN, I AM HER.” Winifred rises, not to her full height but a hunched position, like she speaks not to prey but to someone shorter than herself. “AND WHAT WOULD YOU HAVE HER DO?”

“B….bite me. Infect me. Love me! Love me like I always wanted you to, my dear friend, my beloved, make me yours!”

Winifred licks her lips and leans forward, snout inches from my face. “STAND UP…STRAIGHT. NECK OUT.”

I comply, face burning, soul weeping for joy.

Her mouth closes round my throat, and I can….I can feel the moment she penetrates me. Sharp. Clear, but right, I gasp for air and—

And I feel something pumping into my throat.

Dutifully, I swallow, wishing it were in my mouth, wishing I could taste the beauty that would now swallow me whole. I’ll be different, not this ugly, useless thing, but something sleek. Agile. Beautiful. Something that’ll make this all…worth…

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Before my fur grew in, the hair I’d taken such care to mediocrely raise fell out in clumps that left me sobbing on the bedroom floor. I fear I’ve not lost cause to weep, nor have I stopped looking so…bald.

The glorious snout Winifred bears never grew in properly. My new ears came in in twain, perfectly shaped… the only thing in this wretched body to not split and pustulize. They top a sunken face, one I can hardly see from when my maw splits it to feed. If I look down, I behold a series of lumps; whether breast, stomach, tumor, or chin, I’m incapable of telling. As Winifred tells it, I have a centaur’s form… what grotesque parody of Greek myth she knows, I can’t imagine.

Perhaps I’m meant to have so many, such engorged and muscular legs, maybe their desperate uncoordination is the movement I deserve. After all, this form… I have no clue of the full extent with it, the last mirror brought within my sight is still shards on some barn floor. But I can feel my stomach churn with more than meat, feel parts of myself bloat with a thing beyond blood and meat. Winifred, too, is sometimes…

That venom she pumped into me, so clean and clinical, I… I drool it now. It fills my mouth and drips out when I breathe, onto buckets or the floor of our hideaways. At least, when she isn’t looking.

When she is, my mate licks it from my lips like a woman possessed.

I can’t fathom it, neither the eyes left on my face nor the ones that dot the rest of my body like moles can believe how hungry she’s become. She comes home from hunts or meetings dragging cow after cow, sometimes a bag of human food too, and sets upon me with her tongue and hands faster than I can whimper a greeting. Every hair-coated fold of my body she cleans, licking as if hunting for some buried treasure. Are my moans that rewarding? Is my pain what she wishes? Does she want me to bite back? I can’t, I won’t, my maw will… it’ll do too much damage, truly. I can feel my vestigial tails flop and writhe as she buries her face in my part. When her paw holds the one of mine small and shapen enough to hold hers —I felt every agonizing moment of my right fusing together, and my second left is a mass of knotted fingers— those tails crack and sting with how forcefully they wag.

“My moon,” she calls me, her tongue still exploring an area I’d never wish to touch myself, “my gorgeous moon, the hunt was so long.”

“I am,” I choke out the rote response, “sorry I couldn’t go.”

“No, be thankful. The others spoke covetously of you. It gladdens me…to have you all to myself.”

I feel something bubble up within me, and in a moment of terror, know not if metaphor can affect this husk.

“You’re…just…saying that because you’re stuck with me…”

She laughs at that, a barking laugh, one whose charm I’ve still yet to reach. Have I laughed recently? Only when she stimulated me to, only in…what could be called roughhousing, had I not fallen over, had she not treated me with pup’s gloves afterwards.

“No??? I, like, treasure you,” Winifred said, tongue taking a rest from its travels across my taint. “This was all so lonely before you became—“

“Trapped?”

“What?”

“Trapped, isolated, burdened,” I found myself saying, coughing out each word within a mouthful of venom and teeth, “made into something— something disgusting, something that weighs you down, something that—“

Winifred leapt up from under me, growling like a chainsaw. I folded under those three burning lime eyes, but, curiously, when I silenced myself and slunk lower, Winifred’s own tail and ears dropped back too.

“Selene, I didn’t— never did I consider that—“

“You are a wolf! You’re perfect, everything everyone who’s ever been an edgy adolescent yearned to become! I am…”

“Selene.” Winifred’s paws reached up, squished together my cheeks, forcing our eyes to meet. “I am… the perfect specimen of a normal beastic wolf, yes. But you…” She pressed our snouts nearly together, “you are something special. Your mass of gloriously haphazard legs, your imposing form, every perfect eye and lovely tendril— and your soft, downy fur— and your tails! Their excitement is so… you’re so…”

“It hurts to move,” I whimper. “It hurts to breathe.”

“As does it for me, too,” Winifred admits, and shakes herself off, parts of her arms I never even thought had joints cracking like thunder over the plains.

Her…her own breathing is ragged, too, isn’t it? Winnie’s rib cage had always flexed and contracted, like a butterfly flapping its wings, in a way that I always thought was painless but…

Maybe she’s in as much pain as me.

And maybe...

Ah, she's started with her tongue again...

....maybe I can lose myself in it, too...

#body horror #halloween #biotober #werewolf #infection #nsft #ask to tag #infection tw #gross tw #neck trauma tw #gore tw #gore #neck trauma #writing #my writing

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mastermatoyas · 2 years ago

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One thing that I'm finding a bit hard to articulate, but I think is really important, is that I feel there's definitely been a shift in values in the amount of time and effort people (especially women, but men as well) are expected to put into their appearance.

Like, growing up, the viewpoint I had ingrained in me was that while it's relatively important to be neat and clean, there's no need to fuss too much over being beautiful. I feel like my immediate family put a lot of value on being modest and practical. Taking an hour to get ready in the morning was seen as silly. It was okay that I wasn't interested in makeup, that I kept my nails short and my shoes flat. I think if I took too much of an interest in my appearance, my parents would have actually worried that I was becoming shallow.

Whereas in the past decade or so, especially with me moving to the city, I've really experienced some dramatic culture shock when it comes to how people present themselves. Not only is it normal to spend a significant amount of your time and budget on maintaining an immaculate appearance, but you actually get kinda judged for not doing it? People keep talking about how you have an obligation to "take care of your appearance," by which they mean keeping your entire body shaved, and having an immaculate skincare and makeup routine, and perfectly curled/straightened hair and god forbid you're overweight and it just. Stuns me.

And I don't want to criticise people who do legitimately enjoy doing these things for themselves, but I do really dislike that it seems to have taken on this weird moral element. People will admit - proudly! - to judging other people by appearances, because clearly if you don't get regular mani-pedis it's because you are a lazy slob, and not because you have literally anything else to do with your precious time and money.

The values on display are the exact opposite of what I grew up with, but they're treated as absolute truths, and to be honest, I'm having trouble adjusting. Occasionally someone will be a bit nice and say "it's okay not to be feminine" to me, which I also find baffling because I have long hair and basically only wear dresses. By my own standards, I clearly *am* feminine.

And honestly, I just... don't agree with this worldview. I don't like the Instagrammification of our society. I think it's shallow, I think it easily bleeds into racism classism and fatphobia. I think it holds people to an impossible standard that is damaging to strive for, and I think it gives free rein to some of the worst, most judgemental aspects of humanity.

TO BE CLEAR I am not saying that it is bad to spend a lot of time/money on your appearance. But it is not "taking care of yourself." It is not a necessity or a moral prerogative. You do not owe it to other people to have perfect eyebrows at all times, and you do not have the right to demand that other people live up to your own exacting and time-consuming beauty standards. No, not even if they have hairy legs.

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aajjks · 9 months ago

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mommy issues!JK

you’re in disbelief at the truth jungkook shared with. his ex-fiancée, nara, would hurt him too and just as your mother said, he kept it under wraps just like you had to. you wrap your arms around jungkook’s small waist and squeeze pull him closer to you for a hug. not only is he comforting you but you’re comforting him too.

you are both two soul who have been hurt by those they’ve loved and you want nothing more than to help jungkook heal but how can you when you’re trying to heal yourself?

now that that golden tint has been erased, you weren’t sure jungkook found you ‘attractive’ or ‘desirable’ anymore yet here he is still admitting to being in love with you, if not more. you let your walls down because you trust him and despite all the shit you’ve been through, you still have a heart of gold.

but it still hurts to know that these people have physically and emotionally hurt you. he wants to hurt them for you and when he mentions having the desire to kill your father and ex-boyfriend, you take it as playful banter.

“if you don’t mind me asking, which one of your parents are alive and where is your sister? And when was the last time you saw your ex?” jungkook asks while caressing your shoulders as your head rests on his shoulder.

“both of my parents are alive but we don’t talk. my sister lives somewhere in ilsan and my ex? i don’t know where he is. when i left gwangju and came to busan, i deleted and blocked his number. he could be in hell for all i care”

when you finish talking, you pick your head up to look directly at jungkook and say “i’ve never told anyone about this and i just want to thank you for listening to me. also, next time i see that nara-girl i’m gonna punch her in the face for ever hurting you”

you can’t believe you really shared your truth with jungkook and you feel a little bit better for sharing it with someone. when jungkook asks, (begs) for you to put something on your stomach you stand up on your feet and head to your bedroom “i’ll eat something, let me clean my face up first. i probably look a mess” you say.

you head into your bathroom, take off your heels, and proceed to wash off all the makeup on your face. when you return, you take a seat next to jungkook but seem a lot more relaxed.

“jungkook, you seriously have no idea how thankful i am for this” you say and when he least expects it, you move closer to him and pull him in a hug.

~🫧

When you surprise him with physical affection, he is not sure how to react because his mind shuts off immediately, your scent is like opium, it’s addictive, and it’s calming him down, the lava of anger, he was feeling when you confessed to being physically abused by those you loved.

You’re so precious and he’s not sure how could anyone ever hurt someone like you. He is so glad that you opened up to him and now he can finally say that you guys are making some progress for real this time and it’s OK if you won’t answer his question about letting him in so he can love you, right now.

you need time and he’s willing to give it to you because the truth is that he’ll always wait for you. “Listen yn.. I know you cannot give me a definite answer right now, but if you don’t mind, can I take you out on a date? I mean I would love to earn your love….” he says, still hugging you and his arms tighten around your waist because it’s just an instinct he has.

“I swear it won’t be awkward— just one chance and if you want, I’ll be completely professional with you when we’re at school.” He assures you.

“how about tomorrow?” Because it is a Sunday and maybe you could go out with Seol? He does deserve to go out, and he would freak out if he got to know that you would be coming.

Please give him a chance because he will do anything for you. Jungkook reluctantly breaks the hug this time is he wants to look at your face and try to you, but you’ve always been really hard for him to read.

And honestly, he cannot wait for Monday to come so he can brag about kissing you to chaeyoung… if she would decides to bother him again.

He cannot wait to tell just how well this night went to eunwoo. He knows he’s going to be so happy. He’s like your number one shipper. “and I won’t accept the offer. I’m gonna stay here because I don’t want to be away from you and Seol cannot deal with separation right now yn.” he looks into your eyes and he watches as you munch away on your food.

You make him so happy, “yn… well I better get going you need to sleep and maybe Seol is still awake waiting for me.” oh, he really doesn’t want to leave but….

“have a good night.. I’ll wait for your text about the date… it’s OK if you don’t want to go I will just think of another way to woo you.”

“also did I mention that how much of a good kisser you are? The best kiss I ever ever had in my life…. I hope I’ll get to experience them quite often.”

He winks at you.

#ask: mi!jk #uwu

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yukina-otome · 2 years ago

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Clavis 2nd birthday story translation

Hello everyone! I'm a bit late but here is Clavis birthday story.

It's funny sweet and a bit spicy. I hope you'll enjoy it.

Clavis birthday story

AT THE TAVERN

That night, in a certain tavern, a huge meeting led by Cyril the knight, was being held.

MC: Now, let's start the strategy meeting.

The tavern was crowded with people.

On the platform prepared by the barman, he rose his voice

Everyone had a serious face.

Rio: First of all, let’s summarize the purpose of this meeting.

Even Rio, who came with me to the tavern, didn’t smile at all.

Rio: All of us gathered here are comrades who swore an oath of secrecy right?

Everyone: Yes!

Rio: Every year, when ‘that day’ came, we were all persecuted and driven to hell.

Rio: You are all determined to get revenge, right?

Everyone: YES!

Everyone's eyes are so focused. A lot of things must have happened in the past.

Rio: That’s right, everyone who is gathered here is serious about this.

MC: Yes. But the problem is ‘how do we do this?’

Everyone: Yeah…..

Rio: Mouhahahahaha

MC: Seeing your evil face, you seem to have a good idea.

Rio: Of course! I've been thinking about how to get revenge for a long time.

Rio: What do you think of this?

The people gathered were astonished at Rio’s words.

Man: That’s so wicked!!

Woman: But it’s such a great idea!!

MC: R-really?

Rio: MC, do you dislike this plan?

MC: That’s not it….But is this even possible?

Rio: Well, with the help of all the people gathered here I think we can get it done.

(What was supposed to be a small prank is getting bigger than i thought)

(But maybe that’s fine too.)

Everyone seems to be waiting for my approval.

Since I am the key to Rio’s plan.

MC: Very well. Let’s do this.

MC: For the sake of all the suffering we endured on ‘that day’!

CHEERS

I raised my fist to the ceiling and everyone else did the same.

MC: He usually does whatever he wants everyday so he’ll forgive me for this, right?

Few days after the secret meeting

Finally the day we would get revenge arrived.

AT THE MARKETPLACE

Clavis: What in the world……

Clavis arrived at the marketplace under Rio's guidance and let out words of astonishment.

Clavis, who usually never stops showing that suspicious smile, was overwhelmed by the sight in front of him.

Rio: What’s wrong, your highness? MC is waiting for you.

Clavis: Wait a minute. I thought I was hallucinating but why are there more than 100 people dressed exactly like MC?

Rio: Oh? Prince Clavis, you can’t find the real MC? I can’t believe it!!

(Rio seems to be having a lot of fun)

Right now the marketplace is full of people dressed to look exactly like me.

Everyone, from the shopkeepers to the customers were all wearing my clothes and my hairstyle.

Clavis was not hallucinating, right now there was a huge outbreak of ‘MC’ in the whole city.

Most of them looked so much like me it was frightening…..as expected makeup is amazing.

Rio: Because of the power of love this is easy right? Don't tell me? Is this too difficult for you, Prince Clavis?

Rio: I guess this is the extent of your love….By the way I was able to find MC with a single glance.

Rio kept provoking Clavis.

The citizens could not hide their smiles.

Rio: Since you do not have the power of Love, even though it is your birthday i cannot give you MC.

Clavis: I see. I finally understand the situation.

Clavis: In other words, this year’s present is a test of love for me.

Clavis: Ha ha! How interesting! To think you guys would rebel against me.

(Well, he sounds more relaxed than i thought)

Every year, Clavis forces people to celebrate his birthday by playing pranks on them.

A man was drowned in celebratory champagne in front of the woman he loved,

and another woman was buried under a blizzard of papers.

In that tavern a lot of people got teased and pranked by Clavis.

But this year, everyone got ready before Clavis could.

Unlike previous years, Clavis got a fiancee now.

So everyone was determined to use that precious fiancee to drive Clavis into a pleasant and delightful hell.

Clavis: This is all very nice, but you are all too naive. There is no way i can’t find my own fiancee.

Rio: You seem pretty confident. In that case if you cannot find MC in 10 second, I will confiscate her for today.

(He’s a demon…..)

Rio: 10! 9!

Rio immediately started counting down from 10.

(There is no way he could find me in 10 second, since right now I….)

Rio: 8! 7! 6!

Clavis: Oh! I found her!

(What…)

Rio: 5! 4! 3!

Clavis: This is quite a cute disguise you are wearing, my dear fiancee.

Rio: 2! 1!

A hand suddenly landed on my shoulder.

I looked back slowly and my eyes met with Clavis' cheerful ones.

Everyone: WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAT!?

The citizens around us let out a scream before I could even make a sound.

MC: How?

Clavis: Did you really think you could mislead me if you disguised as a boy?

Clavis: Haha, you underestimate the power of my love, darling.

(No way…..I was pretty sure this would work….)

I was wearing a boy’s clothes and wore a hat to hide my hair.

Besides, I was hiding in a corner of the marketplace.

And there were many people around me to hide me even more.

But Clavis came straight toward me without hesitation and found me.

(..........)

(W-what do i do!!? I’m so happy my face keeps getting hotter.)

Rio: Tsk, he is stronger than I thought.

Rio: But this is not the end!

MC: Ah!

Rio grabbed my hand and pulled me away from Clavis.

Soon, the citizens also swarmed between us and I was completely separated from Clavis.

Clavis: Oh!! There is more? Good! What’s next?

Rio: Please take a closer look at the marketplace today. Do you notice anything different ?

Clavis: A lot of sweets are being sold.

Rio: That’s right. Actually, out of all these sweets only one is made by MC.

Rio: Well, since you are MC’s fiancee you can find it in an instant right?

(I don’t think he’ll be able to find it this time)

The second test was to find the sweet I made out of all the sweets being sold today at the market.

There were a lot of homemade amateur ones just like mine, so it was hard to tell even for me.

(I am confident that I can find the sweets Clavis baked in an instant but mine looks normal and has no distinctive characteristics….)

Clavis: Haha! It seems you are pretty confident but this is too easy.

Rio: Oh? Then you can do it in 5 seconds right?

(He’s a demon!!)

Rio: 5! 4!

Clavis started looking around.

He kept that suspicious smile of his.

Rio: 3! 2!

Clavis: Ah! It’s that one over there.

(No way!)

Rio: 1!

Before Rio could say 0, Clavis pointed toward a small stall a little further away.

Clavis: The first tart from the left on the second row of that stall is MC’s homemade, right?

Everyone: HOW!?????

(Ah…he got it right.)

Rio: How did you know it was MC's?

Clavis: Haha! That's a secret! There is no limit to the power of love.

(I can’t believe it…..)

(......)

(I can feel myself blushing so much right now…..)

I look down, trying to hide my blushing face.

(I never thought Clavis’s power of love was this great….)

Rio: It can’t be helped….Cyril! Let’s use that trump card!!

Cyril: Yes! Leave it to me!!

Cyril, who had been standing behind Clavis all this time for some reason came straight to me and lifted me in his arms like I weighed nothing.

TN: Someone give me a cyril sprite pls. All we know is that he has red hair.

MC: Wha- Cyril?!

Cyril: Please forgive me, my lady. I will explain everything to you later.

Cyril started running so fast you wouldn’t believe he was carrying an adult in his arms.

(What is happening? I haven't heard anything about this!)

The citizens seem to have known about this as they made way for Cyril and blocked Clavis’s path.

Rio: This is the last test. Find MC who has been taken somewhere in this huge city.

(This is just impossible!!)

Cyril: I’m sorry we kept this a secret from you, my lady.

Cyril: This is actually the real birthday present the citizens prepared for Prince Clavis.

MC: I see…..

The place Cyril took me to was a small church at the outskirts of the city that was so well hidden that even I who have lived in this city for years did not know of its existence.

Cyril tied my hair with incredible dexterity.

Cyril: I’m done! Please look at the mirror over there and tell me what you think.

MC: Thank you.

MC: Wow….this is the kind of style Clavis would like for sure.

I watched myself in the mirror, dressed in a short high quality wisteria dress.

TN: Haha Clavis will like it for sure cause its shorts and he loves legs.

My long hair was tied up, giving me an elegant yet refreshing look.

(This dress…..it's beautiful.)

Cyril: We don’t know how long it will take him to find us here, but when he does let’s give up on revenge and just celebrate with him.

Cyril: Since we all know this is what would make him happy the most.

MC: Yes.

(The citizens seem to really love Clavis.)

Cyril: But it’s boring to just wait around and it will take him a long time to find us so let’s find something to pass time.

Just as Cyril finished his sentence, the church door was pushed open.

(He’s really amazing.)

Clavis: Here I am, my fiance.

Behind Clavis who appeared with ultimate confidence

Rio shrugged his shoulders as he admitted defeat.

CLAVIS ROOM, Night time.

Clavis: Well then, you could tell how much I love you right?

After that Clavis played and teased the citizens to his heart content and took me back to his room in the castle.

And then he sat on the sofa and made me sit on his lap like it was the most natural thing.

Clavis: Now it’s your turn.

MC: I know….since today is your birthday….

Before following Clavis to his room, I stopped by my room to pick up the present i had prepared for him.

MC: Here you go. This is your birthday present.

Clavis: Haha, i've been looking forward to it…..this is…..

Clavis opened the package as excited as a kid and pulled the ascot tie out of it.

The color was the same as the color he usually wears.

But the edges were patterned and a small rabbit was embroidered in it.

MC: Since you said before that you like rabbits….

FLASHBACK

Clavis: Of course I love rabbits….its because of a small rabbit i know.

Clavis: Even though she’s always ‘tsun tsun’, she’s a very lovely and cute creature.

TN: Tsun tsun as in tsundere. And of course the rabbit is MC.

Clavis: She’s really timid and sensitive yet she never runs away.

Clavis: There is no creature like her in this world. I can’t help but love her.

END OF FLASHBACK

MC: You like it…..right?

Clavis: Yes, I love it. Did you do the embroidery yourself?

MC: Yes, though I am not good with a needle so it's really distorted….

MC: Bu-But i poured all my love into it!!

It took me so long to do it right and I had to redo it over and over again until I was satisfied with it.

My heart was beating fast and I looked at Clavis’s face waiting for an answer when I saw his eyes that were shining like those of a child.

Clavis: Is that so? Then I must wear this everyday from now on.

MC: I did give it to you as a present but I don't think it's a good idea to wear this in public.

Clavis: But i want to wear it! I have to brag to everyone!

(I knew he would say that…)

(Oh no! my face is getting warm again!!)

I lowered my head to avoid his eyes.

But he put his hand under my chin and held my face upward

Clavis: There is no need for you to hide.

MC: But….i’m so embarrassed.

Clavis: Still, you can’t. Today is my special day afterall.

MC:......

Clavis: Well, I ate the fruit tart you made and I got a present.

Clavis: So now it's time for you to say ‘I love you, Clavis’.

MC:........

Clavis: Of course, you're my fiance so you wouldn't deny me this request, right?

(Since it's his birthday I wanted to be honest and convey my love.)

(Clavis showed in front of everyone at the marketplace how much he loved me.)

Fighting with the embarrassment rising within me, I put my hand on clavis’s cheek.

Then I took a deep breath and drew my lips closer to his.

MC: …..This is my ‘love’.

Clavis……(blushing)

He looked at me as if he wanted to say something.

(Was that….not enough?)

(I see! Clavis would be sad if all he got for his birthday was a short kiss instead of a love confession.)

Not only my face but my whole body was getting hot as I wrapped my arms around his neck.

And this time, I gave him a deep kiss.

I recalled the way he always kissed me and I tried to do the same as I entwined my tongue around his.

But before I knew it, Clavis took control of the kiss.

MC: Ha…..ah.

When our mouth finally separated a string of saliva still connected us and my whole body grew even hotter.

Clavis: You’r pretty bold on my birthday arent u

MC: Well, it's a very special day.

MC: So it’s fine.

Clavis: What is?

MC: Well….that’s….

His eyes, full of lust, stared at me, waiting for an answer.

I knew he understood what I meant so I grabbed his hand and put it on my thigh.

MC: You can do whatever you want!!

Clavis: ……..

MC: If you don’t hurry up I will take back my offer!!

(Ah! I can’t do this anymore! I’m so embarrassed I want to cry!!)

I really feel like jumping off his lap and curling myself inside a blanket right now!

But I keep telling myself today is a special day and I bury my face in Clavis’s chest.

Then i feel the sensation of his finger crawling up my thigh

Clavis: Oh my….What does my fiancee want to do with me?

MC: Mh…

The short dress allowed him to play with my legs very easily.

His finger slowly crept toward my underwear and pushed it away and thrust gently into my soft spot.

Clavis: How can you be so lovely? Do you intend to torment me on my birthday?

MC: What……are you…..talking about?

MC: I just….wanted….to make you happy…Ah!

I keep getting wetter and wetter as he thrusts his finger into me.

Watery sounds could be heard and made me feel even more shy.

Clavis: This is what I'm talking about, MC.

Clavis laughed in my ear and seemed happy.

Clavis: Since you said I could do whatever I want today, I want to see your face.

MC: ……..

I slowly raised my face, and we stared into each other's eyes for a while before our lips met.

As we were kissing he ripped the dress off me and his fingers traveled on my legs and chest.

MC: Ah….ah!

He lifted me gently by the waist as his burning heat entered mine.

I grabbed his broad shoulders tightly as he filled my body again and again, before I realised.

(That’s right..)

(I forgot to say something important)

MC: Ah! Clavis….

Clavis: Yes?

I tried to still my breath as I looked into his beautiful eyes.

MC: Happy birthday Clavis.

Clavis: …….(surprised)

MC: It's such an important thing….yet i still hadn't said it.

Clavis: …….(smiling and blushing)

MC: Wait! Give me a second!!

I felt the heat that penetrated my body grow even more inside of me and it took my breath away.

Clavis: I’m sorry but right now I can't be a gentleman. I reached my limits.

(Right now…he)

MC: Kya! Ah!

Before I could even finish my thought my body started bouncing with his thrusts.

Clavis, my lovely fiancee, devoured and feasted on my body until way after the end of his birthday.

Morning

(Mh….It’s morning already?)

(I can’t even remember how or when I fell asleep.)

My weary body was wrapped into a large and baggy shirt.

I lifted my tired body and Clavis entered my field of vision.

It seems he was in the middle of changing his clothes but he just stood there with his shirt unbuttoned

(What is he doing?)

(Ah!)

Then I noticed that he was holding and staring at the ascot tie I gave him.

(Wow…..He looks really really happy!)

I never saw him like that before. It was as if his face was melting with happiness.

His usual suspicious smile was gone and my heart started beating faster as i watched his real happy face.

(He already looked really happy yesterday…but it seems he was still trying to hide his real feelings.)

(This is what i love about you, Clavis)

(I can’t stay calm when you smile like that)

Clavis: Ah! You're awake!

Clavis: Good morning, my lovely fiancee. If you want to greet my in the morning you should jump into my arms-

Before he could even finish his sentence and got up from the bed, jumped into his arms and hugged him as hard as I could.

Clavis: Huh? What’s wrong with you? This is very out of character for you!

MC: I just suddenly felt like hugging you.

(Right now….I think i can say it.)

(Without any hesitation or shame.)

MC: I love you so much, Clavis.

(I was overflowed with love after I saw that happy grinning face, and I couldn't help but say it.)

Clavis: Haha, for real, what's wrong? Did you have some really good dreams?

MC: I saw something even better.

(Even now…)

Clavis seemed really happy that I actually jumped into his arms.

Without any restraints, he held me tight and laughed innocently.

Clavis: Is that so? Well I don't really get it but you really do love me that much, right?

Clavis: But do not worry. I love you a lot too!

MC: Then we are the same!

Clavis: Haha! My fiance seems to be in a very good mood today!

(Well, you seem to be in a very good mood too.)

Today, Clavis’s smile was full of innocence and happiness.

It’s selfish for me to be the only one to know this side of him but…

Clavis liked to put on appearances and would never laugh like this in front of everyone.

So this is my privilege as his fiancee.

MC: By the way, are you really gonna wear that ascot tie?

Clavis: Yes. As I said yesterday, I want to show off.

Clavis: Most importantly, while my little rabbit is away, this one will keep me company.

TN: he means the one sewed on the ascot tie.

MC: ‘My little rabbit?’

Clavis: Hehe, to think you still have not noticed.

Clavis: Well, I just like rabbits a lot more than you think.

MC: Well, you always made strange rabbit shaped cakes…

MC: If that keeps on going I might get jealous of rabbits.

Clavis: Pfff……HAHAHAHA!

MC: Hey! Don’t make fun of me!

Clavis: But I don't think I can stop myself……..HAHAHAHA!

Clavis: You're an intelligent woman but sometimes you're so dense.

Clavis: But that's also something that I love about you.

Clavis laughed for a while then lifted me up and kissed me on the cheek.

Right in front of my face was a stupidly happy face.

I was wondering how Clavis found me in the crowd yesterday.

But I think I can do the same.

Even if the world was filled with counterfeit Clavis’s, there is no way I can miss this smile.

He makes me angry but he also makes me happy.

Today and tomorrow I really really love Clavis.

THE END.

Awww this was so sweet right! If you enjoy my work and if you can afford it of course please buy me a coffee! It would make me really happy!

PS: This translation will be deleted once cybrid releases the english version of this story.

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violettelueur · 4 years ago

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GOJO SATORU || FOR A LIFETIME

| featuring : gojo satoru from jujutsu kaisen

| warnings : grammar errors other than that n/a

| form : imagine

| word count : 1733

| published : 19 november

| request : Gojo Satoru x wife! Reader. They're just cuddling and being all lovey dovey until his students burst in, and are immediately asking questions cuz they didn't know he was married. He just says they've been married for three years and met at the Academy, and she's just smiling as they start asking her questions and how he managed to search up a pretty girl like her

| barista’s notes : i really loved writing this imagine for some reason ʕ·ᴥ·　ʔ like i just had so much fun thinking all the events that could happen with the trio but i kinda feel like i didn’t paste my imagination well into words ʕ ﾟ ● ﾟʔ other than that, i hope you love your cup of classic black coffee and i hope you come again and order soon once we’re back open ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ

Stretching your arms upwards, you could clearly hear the few cracks that your back had released telling you that you had been sitting in the same position for too much time causing you to groan from the satisfaction that your back felt lighter than it did a few seconds ago.

Looking at the clock that was hanging to your right side, you had come to the realisation that you had been working on your reports for a full three hours, leading you to take a deep breath as you were glad that you had managed to finish everything before the sun was going to set. Quickly standing up, you collected all the papers you needed and started to make your way out of your office and let your feet guide you to wherever they wanted to take you.

From what you could recall from this morning, no one had a mission assigned to them today unless it was an emergency to which that was unavoidable - sometimes you can’t even escape them yourself. However, compared to the other Jujutsu sorcerers that were in Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College, you weren’t a teacher but rather the school principal’s right-hand person as you were a student of his back from when he was a teacher himself.

You continued to walk around aimlessly around the corridors until you stopped to see a sliding door in your way. Tilting your head to the side, you wondered why your feet decided to drag you here while you were daydreaming, causing you to grab one end and quietly slide the door open to see if there was anyone that was in the room right now.

To not much of your surprise, you ‘unexpectantly’ found a very tall man relaxing on a chair acting like he didn’t have any students to teach at this current moment in time. After sliding the door behind you, you walked up to the sleeping man before taking a seat on the remaining space of the chair and decided to rest your head on the palm of your hand that was relaxing on your knee. To think that you were married to his man, made you wonder what was going on in your mind when you said ‘yes’ to his proposal.

“Am I that handsome to you honey?” the man suddenly asked in a teasing tone, as he used his thumb to lift up part of his blindfold to reveal one of his bright sapphire eyes staring at you back, “you’ve been admiring me for quite some time”.

“Nah, I was wondering how drunk I was when I said ‘yes’ to marrying you,” you answered with a playful smile before you suddenly started laughing when your husband gave you an offended expression on his face. “Honey, I’m hurt by that comment,” Gojo stated causing you to reply with, “well you have to live with that for the rest of your life,” leaving him no choice but to give up this little game of banter - since the day both of you became friends, Gojo knew that you were one of the rare people that he wanted to remain by his side as he did with Geto, but that didn’t half of his dream didn’t come to last, yet you were here with him by his side. For a lifetime.

Slowly, he leaned forward to gently grab your sleeve before tugging it, somewhat telling you that he wanted you to move closer to him. Looking at his hand that was holding your sleeve, you scooted closer to him to the point where you were on his lap with your legs hanging out from the side and the side of your head was resting on his chest with your reports in hand.

“What’s that? Shouldn’t you be concentrating on me?” Gojo asked as he looked at the papers in your hand. “These are reports babe, something that you never do,” you answered, before rolling up and sheets and using it to hit the top of his head. However, before Gojo could even playfully comment back at you, the door was slammed open causing you to slightly jump at the sudden interruption leading you to look up, only to see three students with the most confused expression on their faces.

“So I assume you didn’t tell them that you were married,” you quietly asked your husband to which he used your head to rest his head on top and in a high tone muttered, “I forgot wifey~”

“Gojo-sensei!” a boy with pinkish hair yelled out - to which you assumed to be Itadori Yuji - leading to the only female student - to which you quickly figured out that she was Kugisaki Nobara - within the trio to then say, “who is the pretty lady?”. While Fushiguro stood there with the surprised expression still plastered on his face.

“I assume you forgot to tell Megumi as well,” you then giggled out, to which then Gojo laughed with you, as he remembered that after all the years he took care of his precious student, not once he had mentioned you to him.

“This pretty lady here is my little wife, Gojo Y/N,” said to the confused trio, fully and finally introducing you to his first-year students.

“YOU’RE MARRIED?!”

“It’s nice to meet you all, Itadori, Kugisaki and Fushiguro, am I right?” you greeted them with a smile, as the three of them quickly grabbed a random chair out of nowhere and sat down in front of you as if you were about to get interrogated - to which you technically were.

“How does she know who we are?” Kugisaki asked as she was confused about how you knew all their names.

“Your useless teacher here talks about you guys from time to time, so I sort of already know you guys without you knowing.” you answered her as you used your thumb to point at your husband, leading Kugisaki to ask, “can we call you Gojo-sensei as well then?”

“Wouldn’t that confuse us as well as them?” Itadori then asked, to which Kugisaki looked at him to shout at him, only to realise what he was trying to interpret to her.

“You can call me by my first name not to get confused, I’m alright with it,” you mentioned to her, leaving the students to nod at you.

“Gojo-sensei, how long have you’ve married for?” Fushiguro asked, still wondering why he didn’t know this piece of information about his teacher, let alone that he was with someone.

“Three years!” Gojo proudly announced as he lifted up three fingers as if they didn’t understand what he said so he had to show them. “How did the both of you meet?” Itadori then pressed on with his hand up, seeing how much information he could gain about his teacher’s love life.

“We both met then we were students here and then time flashed by and here we are married,” Gojo answered his student with the vaguest answer that he could have given to anybody, leaving his student annoyed.

“Y/N-sensei, how did both of you met?” Kugisaki then asked you, as she was not satisfied with the white-haired man’s answer.

“Well like Satoru said we met when the both of us were students here, just like all three of you. We were on the same team with Shoko and another person, causing me to have to deal with this man since my first year at Jujutsu High,” you then answered in some detail, causing the students to be more intrigued on the both of yours relationship.

“What do you do Y/N-sensei? I don’t see you around the school at all,” Fushiguro then asked, leading you to smile at him before answering with, “you could say I’m the assistant principal,” causing all the first years to look at you with surprised expressions again.

“GOJO-SENSEI THERE IS NO WAY SHE IS YOUR WIFE, SHE TOO SMART AND PRETTY,” Kugisaki shouted as she looked like she was about to flip her chair - as she confused on why you would be with someone like him - causing you lightly blush at her compliment before giggling at the chaos that was happening right in front of you.

‘This is really just how I imagined it to be. Chaotic’

“Here’s a picture if you don’t believe me,” Gojo then casually stated as he suddenly pulled out what seemed to be a small picture from his wallet, causing you to be curious of what it had to show since you didn’t know he kept something like that within his possession. Once he passed the picture to Fushiguro, you leaned forwards slightly only to be surprised on what the picture displayed.

It was a picture of you and Gojo standing together with you wearing the traditional white kimono with the white wataboshi on your head, while Gojo was wearing the traditional black kimono that contrasted with his bright white hair and bright blue eyes perfectly. It was your wedding picture.

“Y/N-sensei you look so beautiful!” Kugisaki stated as she snatched the picture out of Fushiguro’s hand to take a closer look at the image, “your makeup is so beautiful, you really suit a red lip,”.

“You look really pretty sensei,” the boys simultaneously said, as they had a light blush on their faces after seeing the picture.

“Since when did you have that picture?” you asked your husband, as you turned around to look at him, only to find him looking at you without his blindfold - fully showcasing his beautiful blue eyes that you have fallen in love with since you met him - as he brushed his fingers through your hair, amused at your surprised expression.

“Since I got the picture printed after the wedding,” Gojo admitted before he moved his hand to caress your cheek causing you to suddenly feel the coolness from his wedding band. "You looked really beautiful that day,” Gojo sentimentally said to you, causing your cheeks to go a light shade of red.

“But you always have been and always will be”

Slowly, he took your left hand in his left hand leading to both your wedding bands to hit against each other lightly, reminding you that this whole thing wasn’t a dream.

“For a lifetime ha?” you questioned him with a soft smile painted on your face, to which Gojo reciprocated back to you.

“For a lifetime wifey~”

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roseymess · 3 years ago

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BTS IDEAL TYPE:

(this is an intuitive based reading+my own analysis of the boys. I am not 100% sure obviously but I will try my best)

Jin:

Personality: Someone with power,ceo vibes, successful in their field, passionate about everything,screams dom energy, elegant, reserved, mysterious but also spontaneous, motherly,caring, intelligent,knows how to use their intelligence,good communication skills, ambivert,reserved to others;open to him, trustworthy,some with a lot of knowledge (he said knowledge is power) intuitive,honest,takes care of others, independent. Listens to him,let's him take control most of the time.(lmao I can't relate). Someone very mature,I don't think age matters to him much as he said he is willing to date someone 10 years younger than him. So I guess someone who is mature will catch his attention.

Appearance: Now this is actually surprising but I feel he would like someone pale to a little tanned skin. Athletic, muscular or toned body. He might also like someone chubby. Beautiful hair. He is handsome so his partner needs to be 'conventionally" beautiful as well. Someone with classy or no makeup look. Beautiful smile. I am not sure about his sexual orientation,but I do feel he likes male who have charming smile,shorter but muscular physique as well.

Suga:

Personality: Not complicated personality. Emotionally intelligent. Loves and understands music like him. Someone who would give him space when needed. Cuddle together a lot. Someone who can understand when he needs attention because Suga might not openly show emotion all the time. A good cook. A good home maker. Someone with a stable job, preferably a house wife/husband is suited more to him. Someone who can cater to his needs when necessary. Someone who has a strong personality,but is actually very cute and shy. Someone who can stand up against others when needed. Someone maybe,I see medical. Idk why,but I kept seeing medical for him so maybe like someone who is a doctor or nursing or elementary school teacher.

Appearance: Honestly? Suga doesn't care. But if I had to. Maybe like black,red aesthetic? I see him being into those badass cute girls/boys. But honestly,Suga DOES NOT care about appearance much. I feel he is a pansexual (completely my opinion) so yeah, winning over Suga is solely personality based.

Jhope

Personality: He is an Aquarius like me so maybe someone who is non-judgmental. Someone who always has a book in their hand?? I see him dating someone with very high knowledge,might as well be into philosophical people. Someone who is very honest and straightforward but also very respectful. Someone whom he can take care of. Someone ,again,who is of very high position,has a lot of degrees under their belt. I see him dating someone from philosophy or engineering field. Someone good with technology. Someone whom he can trust (Jhope has been cheated in the past😔). Someone with a lot of patience. Someone who will wait before they get into a relationship. Someone who has eyes only on him. Someone who can cook very well. Someone innocent.

Appearance: Bad bitch type people. Lol. Like you know,hot nerds,thick body, beautiful hair,nice smile. Tanned skin. I see him dating someone with tanned skin. Someone with good hip movement? Lmao. Also,another one who might date chubby s/o. But actually have a cute face. So thicc body+ cute face combination. (He wants to corrupt his s/o).

Idk about his orientation but he can be bi. It's an Aqua thing I have noticed.

Namjoon

Personality: Someone with very high knowledge, curiosity,will to learn and improve. He would like someone who has a lot to give to him, knowledge wise. Someone into arts and philosophy. Actually for him, knowledge in any form is precious. So yeah,you need to brush up on your facts if you wanna date this man. Someone with a strong personality,someone who can hold debates,not back down easily. Believe in what they think is right. Proving people wrong. Someone who is mysterious,has a lot of tricks up their sleeve. Someone mature. Can handle themselves. Someone who is a good cook. Someone like a lawyer, I am seeing for him. Someone who reads and knows a lot.

Appearance: Again,I honestly feel Namjoon gives 0% shit to how you look. Your personality is something he will notice. But of course he has mentioned he likes people who keep it casual. But as said by the man "brain is sexy" for him. So someone with casual comfortable style. Someone who is naturally attractive. Someone tall-medium height. Long straight hair. But can pull up any fashion look. Someone with tanned skin. Namjoon is a sucker for tanned skin people,I KNOW THIS.

Jimin

Personality: Charming,cute girl. Someone who has a very baby like energy to them but are actually femme fatale. Lmao. I kept hearing this for him. Someone who will play hard to get but that is not their intentions though. Someone who will be a bit of a tease to him. Yes,someone who is completely submissive to him. Someone who has a bit of Dom air to them. Someone who is a charming cute girl in streets but a dom in room. So yes,he likes to be taken care of ,someone who would baby him a lot. Someone who will cuddle with him. Haha,I see him laying on his someone's chest a lot🥰🥰Another one who willing to date someone very much you ger than him but of legal age. So someone who is mature. I see his person being in the art field. Like a chef or something like that.

Appearance: Someone with big boobs. Lmao. I also felt this for Jin. So someone with perfect hourglass figure or someone who is slim thick. Someone with tanned skin,yeah I see him dating a tanned skin person. Someone with plump lips,fairy angel type looks to them. Someone with beautiful eyes. Someone short. Again,I feel he is bi but that's completely my opinion.

Taehyung

Personality: As said by the man,someone motherly. Someone like Jin actually. Someone who would cook him food,make him hot chocolate,wake him up. Someone who has good fashion sense. I see him dating a photographer or someone who into the artistic field rather than an academic field. Someone mysterious. Someone who appears cold at first but is actually a warm person. Someone who will run their fingers through his hair when he is stressed. Someone who will respect his privacy. Someone who would be like,a good girlfriend/boyfriend. Idk why I didn't see wife or husband 🤔 Anyways,I might be crazy. So someone who will allow a 50-50 power dynamic in the relationship. Someone with a good sense of humour. Someone who is a bit weird can also catch his attention.

Appearance: Again,someone who doesn't focus on face BUT on your dress. He wants someone who has a good sense of style. Someone who can express their artistic side through fashion,hair dyes. I see him liking classy people as well. Expensive perfumes, expensive everything. Someone,maybe with good manicure,good nails. He notices the details. Someone who wears good shoes. He can date someone older or younger than him. Age doesn't matter.

Jungkook

Personality: Someone who is well established in their field. Someone who is good at everything,like him. Someone who is passionate and just soaks in everything they can learn. Someone with a lot of knowledge (he did say he admires Namjoon a lot so). Someone who has a way with words. Someone who is adventurous,sporty. Someone who is like, burning with life,passion,thirst of knowledge. Someone whom everyone admires. Someone who has a presence. Now Jungkook has previously mentioned he likes IU,and many think he just likes older women. Well,it can be that he likes the idea of someone who is matured,someone who knows what they want and how to get what they want. Again,I am seeing Ceo vibes for him. He might date someone famous,but like not from entertainment industry but like in other field of work. Someone who will take Jungkook for a ride and just leave him speechless. He is willing to date someone who is upto 7 years younger than him. But again they have to be mature.

Appearance: Well,I see him liking someone with good hips and butt(lmao). Someone with short hair or long hair. Someone with a beautiful smile but foxy eyes. Very captivating eyes actually. Long legs but actually shorter than him. Someone who can pull off all black attire. Someone who has good waist-hip proportion. Someone with toned body,like someone who hits the gym frequently.

This is all. Again,I am saying this is all from my opinion,what I felt the boys would like after being an army for so long. So this is completely from my side as well as a few videos of them+plus my intuition. Nothing is set on stone. Please don't try to fit their type or feel bad about yourself if you don't fit their type. No hate,please.

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#bts #bts jin #kim seokjin #kim namjoon #kim taehyung #park jimin #min yoongi #bts jhope #bts jeon jungkook #jung hoseok #bts jimin #bts taehyung #ideal type

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corruption-skz · 3 years ago

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3 WEEKS || Lee Felix Smut

Lee Felix x GN reader

• Requested: Yes

• Warnings: Webcam sex,mutual masturbation,guided masturbation,slight spit play.

Your boyfriend was now gone for 3 weeks.

3 weeks without his cuddles.

3 weeks without his cookies and brownies.

3 weeks without his soft giggles.

3 weeks without sex.

Well you shouldn't be complaining,you knew from the beginning what it would be like dating him,you knew that dating an idol may seemed to a lot of people like a dream come true,but it was actually pretty difficult.

Strict schedules,limited free time for you but the worst part,Tours.

He had been gone for tour and it's been 3 weeks now without him and you had ahead 4 weeks until you saw him again.

Tonight he had some free time and the room for himself so he suggested a video call and you gladly agreed.

You opened the camera and your heart melted as you saw your boyfriend. He was so pure,no makeup,in his cuddly clothes,his precious smile in his face and of course his cute little freckles on his face.

"Hellooooo my beautiful baby" he said in a warm tone making you smile wider

"Hello Lixie how are you prince?" You asked wishing you could pet his hair right through your laptop screen.

"I'm fine love,l miss you very very much"

"Baby I miss you too,but be patient we'll be together sooner than we realise" you assured him and comforted him knowing that he needed those words more than anything especially with the pressure he was going under at that moment.

You kept chatting talking about your days and the latest gossips and news of your lives for about 30 minutes.

"Uhm well I- I was actually thinking" he said stumbling over his words which got you kinda worried

"what is it baby?" You asked curious

"Now that I am alone and you're alone as well in our rooms" he stopped to take a breath "and I've actually missed your body very very much"

"Ohhh baby you want to have some sex like that?" You asked realising where this was going

"Fuck! Yes baby,please let me guide you like I do when I'm there"

Without any hesitation you started lowering your pants and underwear a bit too slow to tease him.

"Y/n! Stop teasing me" he whined and you laughed.

You adjusted your laptop as you were on the bed sitting in all fours and spreading your legs Infront of the camera giving him a full view of your ass and private parts making him gasp.

You saw him lowering his sweatpants and boxers as well immediately pumping himself.

You started grinding literally on air looking back at him as you moaned lightly

"Mmm do you like that Lixie? Do you like what you see?" You sat in front of the camera with your legs spread "Do you wish that it was you underneath me as I bounce on your cock?"

"Shit kitten" he said teasing his tip as he spitted on it "suck on your fingers for me"

You do as he said,pushing your middle and ring finger inside your mouth sucking on them with your eyes shut and moaning.

"Oh fuck" he said in his deep voice still pumping himself "tease yourself now"

You released your fingers from your mouth and started teasing your lower parts just like he asked

"Go faster baby" he asked and you gladly obeyed "insert your fingers baby,fuck your little hole for me to see"

You immediately slipped two of your fingers in your hole moaning "Mmm fuck baby it's so tight" you said scissoring them in front of the camera.

"Oh shit move them faster baby"

You started moving your fingers faster and he did the same with the hand on his cock and at this point you were both moaning loudly.

Felix couldn't take it anymore and came on himself.

As you saw him spilling his cum all over himself you remembered how warm and full his cum inside your hole made you feel,which lead to you orgasming as well moaning his name loudly.

You both started breathing heavily trying to calm down

"Oh kitten I really wish I was there to cuddle you and take a shower with you" he said with a pout on his face which made your heart break

"Oh baby nooo,please don't have that face, I promise we'll be together again sooner than you think,and we'll bake together, go on road trips,dinner dates,have the most amazing sex and do many many fun things together" you said trying to erase that pout from his face and he smiled brightly.

That night, neither of you hung up,you wanted to stay together as long as possible and you eventually both fell asleep being on the video call.

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xoxo-teddybear · 3 years ago

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Cheater? - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: fake cheating, cursing, angst, fluff, crack

Summary: PRANK WARS!! After coming to the conclusion that his own girlfriend pulls better pranks than him and has been one up-ing a lot recently, Katsuki decided to break their unspoken rule and pull a cheating prank

A/N: I recommend reading this fic as a continuation of this fic. It’s about Y/N’s revenge.

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

“I don’t know who the fuck is listening right now, but I, Katsuki fucking Bakugou, am begging whatever heavenly body, god, spiritual being, whatever the fuck it could be, to ensure that my girlfriend does not leave my dumbass for pulling this prank. Thank you, bless.”

Bakugou kept his eyes shut with his palms pressed together in a praying motion for the longest time while he spoke to something to protect his relationship. When he was done, he took a breather and got up from the shared bed. He took out the camera and set it up behind Y/N’s makeup stuff to hide it and began to put his prank into action.

A few hours ago he had Kirishima pretend to be a girl and had his best friend flirt with him through text. This went on for some time to make sure that if you were to scroll through his conversation, you’d find a lot of messages. At the end of the texts, Bakugou had Kirishima find a random pic online of some random girl’s ass and had the red head sent it. Bakugou answered it with a very flirtatious text, which had Kirishima send a very cutesy, appreciated reply in a very girly matter, which ended the conversation. Bakugou changed his friend’s name to some random name, Kiyoko, and finished the job. Yes, the two friends were very uncomfortable doing this whole thing.

With the camera now recording, all Bakugou needed to begin his prank was his prized possession. You.

—

Bakugou and you were cuddling on the king sized bed. You both were just talking about whatever while Katsuki remained on his phone. You didn’t see it yet, but Katsuki was “texting” his friend. In reality, he was just waiting for you to look up at his screen to notice the scandalous texts he and this “Kiyoko” were having.

“Baby?” You asked while looking at your pretty acrylics.

“Yes baby?” Bakugou said while still looking at his phone. He had his arm wrapped around you while you layed on him with your cheek on his chest.

“Ion know...I love you baby,” you said in the cutest voice. Bakugou could only make a face of extreme awe to appreciate his precious girlfriend.

“I love you too Teddy Bear,” he said. You lifted your head to smile at him but you took notice of how he was still staring at his phone.

You pouted before smirking and climbing up to come face to face with him. You got in between him and his phone and grabbed his face with both hands. He smiled at you before you leaned down to peck his lips multiple times. Once you were done you tucked your head under his chin and looked to the side, just enjoying the moment. He kissed the crown of your head before going back to “texting.”

At the sound of him pressing random things on the keyboard, your pout returned. “Baby~ Pay attention to me!!” You whined.

You removed your head out from under his chin and layed your head next to his. You looked at his phone and saw a ‘thank you’ with a kissy face emoji from a “Kiyoko” before Katsuki switched the screen to some random game. “Who’s Kiyoko?”

“Hm?” Katsuki asked, pretending to be oblivious.

“Who’s Kiyoko? You were just on a text chat with her, why is she sending you a kissy face?” You asked with a little more attitude. You tried to take the phone out of his hand but he pulled it away.

“She’s just a friend, babe.” Bakugou said.

“Okay, well if she’s just a friend then why can’t I see?” You questioned.

“Because there’s nothing to see.”

“She sent you a kissy face. That’s something I’d like to see.” You said while easily taking his phone out of his hand.

“Babe, no.” He said and took the phone back. “Shes just a friend.” You took the phone back and he tried to grab it again before you held the phone away at a distance to make sure he couldn’t grab it. “Babe. Noo, stooppp.”

“If she’s just a friend then why’re you trying to hide it?” You asked with the phone still far away and him attempting to reach for it.

“Cuz we’re about to go out and-“

“What the fuck?!” You said as you looked to the texts. You froze in your position as you brought the phone closed and scrolled through the texts, stumbling upon the picture. Bakugou tried to take the phone away from you but failed (on purpose.)

“She just wanted an opinion,” he tried explaining.

“An opinion?!” You asked while sitting up and pushing him off of you. “She sent you a booty pic with you complimenting her and shit. And you’re over here calling her babe!”

“It’s not like that-“

“Then what the fuck is it like Katsuki?!” You asked. You went back to the text and reread some of the messages out loud. “‘Bet you enjoyed it when I wrecked you last night, Relax Princess Y/N’s never gonna find out, I love you Kiyoko-‘ Are you fucking serious?!” You said with a cracked voice as you looked at him.

He put on a small smile for the act but on the inside it hurt him to see you like this, but the prank would prevail. “Baby, calm down.”

“I’m not gonna calm down Katsuki, you’re cheating on me!” You continued to go on and on about how pissed you were and Katsuki was struggling to hold back his laughs. He eventually got up to run to the downstairs bathroom so he could let out his chuckles. “Where the fuck are you going?! We’re not done with this conversation!”

Bakugou said nothing as he ran to the bathroom and slammed the door shut. He bursted out in laughter as he crouched over due to all the excitement. He looked in the mirror and ruffled his hair a bit as he remembered the way you looked. The sad you would’ve made his heart ached but the angry you just made him laugh and kind of turned him on in a way.

After getting all his giggles out, he calmed down and got back into character. He opened the door to the bathroom only to see you walking down the stairs with your jacket and shoes on, carrying a small bag. “Baby?”

At the sound of his voice you only looked his way with a mean glare as you continued your walk to the front door. Bakugou ran to you as fast as he could as worry spilled through his body. “Baby, stop. Where are you going?”

“Get the fuck away from me. I’m done, we’re done. I’m going.” You said with a cold voice. Bakugou ran in front of you and held onto your arms as he pushed you back further into the house but you fought against his hold.

“Y/N, stop. It was just a prank.” Bakugou whined.

“Like I fucking believe that.” You said while trying to pry his hands off of you. Bakugou whimpered as he grew worried and felt himself getting choked up. He could feel the tears approaching but held them back. He could still save himself.

“Baby please. Come back upstairs, I’ll show you the camera!” He begged but you finally got his hands off of you as you ran to the door. You ran out the door and Bakugou grew frantic as he ran to the room to get the camera. When he came back down and ran out to the front to show you, you had already backed out of the driveway and were driving down the street. “Y/N!”

Bakugou ran back upstairs and into the bedroom to find his phone on the bed. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!”

He was quick to find your number and call you but you declined it. He called again a few more times and like before, you declined them. He called you so much that eventually, you stopped declining them and just began to straight up ignore them. This led to Bakugou leaving voicemails.

“Baby? Please pick up it was just a prank.”

“Y/N, I’m so sorry, I swear it was a prank! Please come back home!”

“Please come back Y/N! It was just a joke, none of it was real! Please answer me.”

“Baby, please come back. I love you.”

When he realized you weren’t going to answer, he opened up the messages with Kirishima and changed his name back before calling him.

“Hello?”

“Kirishima!” Bakugou said and his friend could practically hear the tears. “Prank went wrong! Went so wrong! Y/N fucking left! She didn’t even give me a chance to explain!”

Bakugou began hyperventilating as he tugged at his hair and looked around. He didn’t even focus on what Kirishima was saying as he looked around the once shared bedroom. He went through the closet and saw some of your clothes and shoes missing. Some of your makeup was off the vanity and when Bakugou looked to the nightstand to see the smashed picture frame that held the image of you both on your third year anniversary, he began sobbing.

“Please! Just fucking call her to explain! That’s all!”

“Alright, I’ll do it. Don’t worry, okay?” His friend replied to which Bakugou only hung up. He had every right to worry. His dumbass was about to lose you. Bakugou sat back down on the bed as he cried into his hands some more. He looked at himself in the large mirror hanging on the wall before scrunching his face and screaming.

“FUCK!” He shouted and threw something at the wall. He didn’t know what he grabbed, he just knew it broke. Bakugou flopped onto the large bed and cried some more as he waited for something, anything, to happen. But that night, nothing did.

—

3 days had passed and for 3 days Bakugou had constantly been calling you, your friends, your family, anybody he could do that he could reach you. He had constantly been crying and regretting pulling that stupid, stupid prank. It wasn’t worth losing you.

For the past few days, Kirishima had been checking up on Katsuki. He had been coming over a few times a day by using the hidden house key you both left under a rock on at the house entrance. On the third day, Bakugou told him to stop coming by and that he wanted to be by himself.

—

Bakugou had been hallowing in sadness on the bed until he heard the door open. He sighed again and walked to this bedroom door. On his way there he took notice of his appearance in the mirror and even though he was in the dark, he still saw his red, puffy eyes and tired face. He finally opened the door and walked to the living room so he could ward off his pesky friend.

“Shitty Hair, I told you that I didn’t wa-“ his eyes popped open at the sight he saw in the living room. He froze on the spot but felt immediate relief. “Y/N!”

“...Hi Katsuki,” you said in a soft voice. Bakugou smiled and instantly ran to you to pull you in for a tight hug. He squeezed you tight and grew joyous when he felt you softly hug him back.

“I missed you so much! I’m so fucking sorry, it was just a prank I swe-“

“Katsuki! I know, okay? Kirishima told Mina and she told me everything.” You explained and pushed him off slightly so you could face him. He nodded in understanding and you took note of his red eyes and nose. You sighed before speaking. “This is why we don’t pull pranks like this Katsuki!”

He sadly chuckled at you reprimanding him but nodded his head in agreement. “Yeah...I’m so sorry, Baby.”

“You should be! I almost actually left you!” You said with a little pout. Bakugou sadly laughed with relieved tears in his eyes as he held you.

“I know. I swear I won’t do anything like this again.” He promised.

“You better not.” You said, squished against his chest. You leaned up and kissed his cheek before you dragged him to the couch. You and Bakugou spent the rest of the day making up and cuddling. Everything felt so right again and Bakugou definitely learned his lesson.

A/N: not spell checked, sorry! Ummm…THIS KINDA SUCKED😭🤣

Tag list : @sxcker4you @aomi04 @tessabrown101 @ebiharachan @is-this-ash @iris-shihabi @sxturn-stars @isolight

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phoenixyfriend · 3 years ago

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Systems’ Scourge

I am no Jedi.

She says the words every time someone questions the sabers. She says it, day in, day out, and tells herself to believe it. She says it, and word spreads, because this way her actions don’t reflect on the Republic.

She was kicked out of the Order because she was framed for terrorism.

It’s all she does now, technically. She’s a terrorist, by some definition, even if her chosen targets are slavers and drugs lords.

Her actions must not reflect on the Republic.

“General.”

She turns away from the transparisteel, away from the blur of hyperspace, and into the arms of the man she trusts above all others.

“Almost there?” she asks.

“Another hour,” Rex confirms. He waits until she steps to join him, brushing their shoulders together as they walk through the ship, beskar to durasteel.

(Bo-Katan hadn’t necessarily liked her very much, but she’d had her own strange code of honor. She chose her payments, but she ensured compensation when and where she could. And so it went: beskar for the girl without a home who helped Mandalore, even as it almost killed her.)

(The boys... well. They haven’t been able to afford proper durasteel and beskar alloy armor for everyone yet, but they’re working on it.)

We are not Mando’ade.

“Kix got back to me,” he says. “We running low on bacta again.”

“Do we still have the funds from Zygerria?”

“More than.”

“Approved,” she says, and he laughs. She rolls her eyes. “You already handled it, didn’t you?”

“Of course, cyar’e.”

She doesn’t outrank him anymore. They are equals, in this and all things. He can approve anything she can. The only time she has authority is when they’re playing roles for the underworld.

The only time he has authority is when it comes to Kamino.

“What ate it up this time?” she asks instead.

“Had a few new arrivals,” he says. “Nobody you knew, mostly shinies. Fives is helping them adjust to being alive again.”

“Echo isn’t helping?”

“Migraines.”

“I see,” she says, and casts her eyes across the corridors. Strangely empty. “I’m assuming you’re leading me somewhere?”

“Jesse wants to give you a cultural debrief before we land.”

“We’ve been to Serenno,” she says, frowning heavily. “Dooku knows us. Does Jesse think he’s already fallen and we need to readjust? I didn’t think he was anywhere close last time we checked in.”

“He’s got visitors,” Rex says, grimacing. “From the Trade Federation.”

Oh, lovely. “He does realize the galaxy knows my face at this point, right? Isn’t he worried about the Federation getting word to Republic that the Count is hosting the terrorist they’ve spent two years fearing and hunting?”

Rex shrugs. “I think Jesse might be planning a disguise.”

She wrinkles her nose. “Great. Just love the smell of cosmetics.”

"Only a few hours,” he assures her.

“Yeah, yeah,” she sighs, and decides to switch the topic. “The shinies, all 501st?”

“Affirmative.”

“And still no other GAR ships on the comms?”

“None yet.” He’s as unhappy about it as she is. She doesn’t even after feel out along the bond. He’s still holding out hope for a Marshall Commander that didn’t live long enough to see Order 66 hit. She’s still hoping for almost any Jedi that remembers the war, instead of the pleasant strangers that call her Dark.

I am no Jedi, she tells them, even as their faces shade towards confusion at her white blades. She is not Fallen, and it shows in her kyber. They don’t know what to make of her.

“Republic might start building their own army soon,” she says instead. It’s an old refrain. They both know Kuat is building ships to match their precious Venator. The Survivor, she’d named it, unable to figure out which broken vessel had been given to her in this time she’d never lived. “We need allies, not just Dooku’s bankrolling. Has Fett--”

“No,” Rex says, short and grim. “Denal got close, we think, but he said he’s not going to talk to dar’manda that take orders from a Jedi.”

Lots wrong with that sentence.

“Didn’t get him to look anyone’s face?” she guesses.

“Not enough time,” Rex says. “Denal says it was a firefight. Couldn’t risk taking a helmet off.”

“And without the faces, nobody could get him to listen anything else,” she concludes. “You’d think he would have seen the wanted posters.”

“Think he’s of the opinion that if it walks like a Jedi, talks like a Jedi, carries a saber like a Jedi...”

She rolls her eyes. “So we’re back to square one, looking to hire on new soldiers that someone’s going to have to train, that we’ll have to convince Dooku to help pay for when we can’t appropriate funds from the Hutts, that probably won’t measure up to clone standards or have any sense of how to work with you, and will be security risks.”

“About sums it up, sir.”

She shoots him a look. “You’re making fun of me.”

He grins, easy as anything. “Wouldn’t dream of it. Sir.”

She bumps her fist into the metal on his upper arm. “Remind me why I married you?”

“Well, we were pretty kriffed up,” Rex fake-muses. “Pretty sure the trauma was a big part of it.”

“Of course.”

“And we can’t forget that time you started crying on me while we were making out.”

“No doubt.”

“And we’ve been friends for the better part of a decade now, so that’s going on the list.”

“I wouldn’t dream of not including our many years of shared horrors.”

“Or that Dooku kept asking when we were going to make things official.”

“I never should have told him I was part of his lineage,” she sighs, just as they reach the door to Jesse’s favorite Cultural Debrief room. There’s an old-school projector in there, and far more cosmetics and undercover costumes than the average person would expect. It’s a fun room.

Ahsoka turns and lifts up on her toes, just enough to press her lips to his. Rex tilts his head, presses back just a moment, and then pulls away. They grip each other’s forearms, and Ahsoka doesn’t shy away when he presses his forehead to hers.

“How much longer?” he asks.

It’s the same question, every time. She never has an answer.

She was raised to keep the peace. He was born to fight for it. Neither of them have ever truly known it.

She’s not sure they ever will.

“Jesse’s waiting,” she mutters, and pulls away. He matches her smile, small and tired, but meant only for the other. She turns to the door, takes a deep breath, and steps on through. “Okay, who are we preparing today, because I’m sure as hell not meeting Gunray as General Fulcrum.”

“We’re thinking Princess Ashla this time,” Jesse says, completely unruffled by the loud entrance. “Unless you want to play up the ‘Dooku’s adopted granddaughter’ thing. The Count might appreciate it.”

“Hard pass,” she says, dropping into the makeup chair. “Princess Ashla it is.”

I am no Jedi, and so I do what they cannot.

#Ahsoka Tano #Captain Rex #Rexsoka #Ahsoka #Rex #star wars #the clone wars #Jesse #Count Dooku #Dooku #Phoenix Posts #time travel #'what the fuck is going on?' you ask #great question!#I don't know either #Well okay I actually know a lot #but to be fair the characters are about as confused as the readers

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chiwhorei · 4 years ago

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mouth full

your friends assume tadashi fucks you in missionary with the lights off.

pairing: dom!t. yamaguchi x fem!reader

genre: smut, 18+ minors dni

word count: 1.7k

warnings: public fingering, degradation, hair pulling, spit, gagging, humiliation, spanking, rough oral, recording

a/n: this was a birthday piece i started for tadashi that’s now days late. no beta on this, it’s almost 3 am so i’ll die like a man. this is also dedicated to @kyovtani because zade loves hard dom yams just as much as i do. anyway, i hope you enjoy!

hymn: get you by: daniel caesar ft. kali uchis

Vanilla is the night’s flavor.

“You and y/n are great together and that’s all that matters.” Daichi’s comment rings in your ear as a preceding jab settles through the group of old friends. Your cheeks flush bright hot, the glass of red wine in your system makes a broken, awkward laugh fall from your lips.

Your boyfriend rolls his eyes. The comment isn’t shocking, he’s been ribbed for his pliant, soft demeanor since you were all teenagers. Being Tadashi Yamaguchi’s high school sweetheart paints a distinct picture. When volleyball club reunions roll around and the liquor starts flowing, said picture is always outlined in assumptions about your sex life.

“Come on, there’s got to be something you do to have kept y/n around for all these years.” Suga, never one to miss an opportunity, pushes further. Tadashi flashes a watted smile, bringing one hand up to scratch at the back of his neck- a tick he’s adopted over the years when he’s put in the spotlight. It could be assumed he’s nervous, but you know better. Unseen from his seniors position across the table is the bruising hold his other hand has on your bare thigh. His eyes flash to you quickly, his glance holds heavy weight, “Don’t cause trouble, princess.”

You only get one warning.

You know what your next words will create, a resounding fog of anger settling against his usually casual aura, but you can’t seem to help yourself.

“Pfft, Tadashi couldn’t hurt a fly,” you snort and raise the cool glass to your mouth once again, gripping onto the stem tightly to ground yourself. As cabernet meets your lips, you feel deft fingers inching towards your naked cunt. The short black dress Tadashi picked out for you tonight gives you no reprieve from his wandering hand.

Your friends assume Tadashi fucks you in missionary with the lights off. Little do they know your lace panties are tucked away safely in his shirt pocket as they make him the butt of their jokes. Every drunken giggle and sidelong glance brings the tips of pretty fingers closer to the mess he’s made under the satin fabric.

A pathetic squeak escapes your lips, covered up weakly with a cough. Your whole body feels hot, balancing on the pin-sharp tingling feeling of your sweet, vanilla boyfriend’s groping.

You only get one warning with Tadashi, after that, you’re fucked.

The ride back to your shared apartment is suffocating to say the least. Tadashi only acknowledging you when opening the passenger side door, cradling your elbow softly to ease you into the car. The quiet surrounding the two of you is maddening, enough to make you explode in a tantrum, but you hold your tongue and press your thighs tighter together.

“I know your slutty little pussy isn’t dripping on my leather seat, princess.”

An elongated sigh leaves his chest, his hand coming up to card through his hair before finding a tight home against the steering wheel. You mumble an apology and try to find solace in smoothing out the wrinkles in your dress. The drive is only about ten minutes, but each second passing thumps against your restless heartbeat. Your punishment began as soon as the car door closed.

Pulling into the comlex’s driveway, the lump in your throat grows ten-fold. Tadashi cuts the engine, turning to stare down at your form slowly folding into itself.

“Look at me, princess.” His voice is soft and comforting, but when your chin is pulled upwards to meet his gaze, his eyes are wild. Furious.

You always know exactly what to do to piss him off in the most delicious way possible.

“I’m sorry, Tadashi I-” you’re cut off with a sharp tsk, the thumb resting under your bottom lip presses in harshly. Your lips part, tongue lolling out without needing to be told, and you look up dumbly at the brunette as his body leans over the console.

All personal space has disappeared, leaving you captive to his will. He seems to contemplate his next move for a moment before parting his own lips to release a thick trail of spit to fall into your mouth. You swallow obediently, the fire burning in your stomach smoldering at the taste of sugar-free mint gum. Tadashi gifts you a pleased hum, leaning back slightly to fish out your underwear from his pocket.

“You just never know when to keep that pretty mouth closed, huh?” His laugh is curdling, sending a jolt through your veins to wrap around the building tension in your core. An idea sparks in his head, you can tell.

“I know exactly how to shut you up.” Tadashi is on you in an instant, hand finding purchase on your neck and squeezing. You watch as the balled up lace is brought to your face. You look towards the full parking lot. Your front door is only a few yards away, but the idea of walking up to your apartment with your own used underwear shoved in your mouth is enough to make your legs wobbly.

Tadashi, however, has a resolve of steel. He’s got the confidence of a lion in these moments, something only you get to witness. It would be impressive if your mind wasn’t drowning in embarrassment. You feel the fabric against your lips and hurdle towards an emphatic truth.

Tadashi isn’t making a suggestion.

The article is stuffed into your awaiting mouth, and you moan around the intrusion. You’re humiliated and undeniably excited by your boyfriend’s dominant aire.

You clench desperately as Tadashi rounds the front of the car to help you out. Once steady, you feel his fist wrapping around your hair to pull you against his chest.

“My precious girl, it seems like you need to be reminded of your place.” The hold on your hair is tight, causing your scalp to prickle as he begins to drag you towards your shared home. The possibility of an unsuspecting neighbor seeing you in this state bubbles in your stomach but you are, thankfully, spared of any company.

Tadashi’s hot breath fans against your neck while he unlocks the door. He hums casually, turning the knob and pushing you inside and against the nearest facing wall. Your cheek presses against the cool surface.

“What do you think? Should I take you right here? You seemed desperate to get fucked in front of our friends, don’t get shy now.” His teeth nip at your ear to punctuate the sneering comment. You hear the sound your ass makes against his hand before the sting reaches your nerves, fire crackling against the skin.

“Such a little cockslut.” Your dress is hiked up above your hips, exposing your dripping pussy arched into Tadashi’s clothed crotch. The slick sheening your inner thighs cools in the draft. His fingers map out the curve before the calloused digits meet your swollen lips.

A moan reverberates from your chest, bouncing against the hallway walls as two fingers are pushed in with an embarrassing ease. You’re more than ready for anything he has to give you. His other hand pulls down the front of your dress, your tits now free for the brunette’s handling . He pinches your nipple, looking over your shoulder to watch the heaving of soft flesh when he pulls taught and lets go. You wine loudly, tongue pressed against the wet lace as you try to speak.

“It’s rude to talk with your mouth full, princess.” You’re yanked back by your hair once again. Tadashi turns you around to face him, his eyes dance with sadistic anger. He pulls your ruined panties from where they press in between your teeth. His thumb comes up to wipe the streaks of melted makeup and spit from your cheeks.

“Tadashi please, I- I want to make you feel good.” Your comment softens against his steel for a moment, but the dominance you roused awake with your attitude won't be assuaged that easily. His jaw clenches tightly, angled upward so his eyes cast down to look at your quivering form. The sight of your pretty, wobbly bottom lip and disheveled hair makes him want to wreck you even further.

He steps back slightly and you feel your lungs fill with air correctly for the first time in minutes. You’re only given a moment of reprieve though, the familiar feeling of fingers on your scalp returns quickly. Tadashi pushes you down to the floor, marvelling at the sight of your silky dress bunched around your waist. As soon as your knees hit the hardwood, you work to undo his belt and zipper.

His cock hits your nose as it's released from his boxers and slaps against his toned stomach. You take him in your hands, finger running a streak of precum down the path of a prominent vein on the underside.

“Don’t waste my time, princess. Get to work.” Tadashi posits through gritted teeth, throwing his head back at the feeling of your hot mouth. You suck against the reddened tip before relaxing your jaw to accommodate the rest of him. Your wet tongue laves against the heavy shaft, and Tadashi thinks to the snide comments that his friends recycle every opportunity they’re given.

What would they think if they saw you now? Face covered in tears and running mascara, crying for Tadashi’s forgiveness, begging to be punished. The thought has him thrusting against your already sore throat. It’s distinctly hilarious, the knowledge that his old teammates assume you get layed out on the bed and fucked with mediocre intent by a sweet, nervous lover.

“I’m going to cum on that pretty face,” Tadashi pulls out his phone, angling to get the perfect view. The precum on your lips replaces the pink lipstick you wore out to dinner, reflecting off the lights.

It’s a beautiful sight, heavy eyes look up at him, he pulls his cock from your mouth to stroke. Your tongue falls out, awaiting and obedient. Such a perfect little thing, it would be a shame to keep this to himself.

Tadashi presses record, he can’t help the sardonic snicker that escapes him. His friends would never believe this if you told them, they must be visual learners.

“Smile for the camera, princess.”

#yamaguchi x reader #yamaguchi tadashi x reader #yamaguchi smut #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #yamaguchi tadashi

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ladydimitrescuspet · 3 years ago

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A Good Little Pet [NSFW]

ao3 link! I know, I know, creative title, right?? anyway, I'm back with more bad smut and there's a bad description of a blowjob, so sorry about that. but regardless of the horribleness and the grammatical errors, please enjoy! and let me know your thoughts if you want to!

92: “Come on, take it all on your own like a good little pet.” + 94: “Be a good girl/boy little pet and do what I tell you.”

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You’d been in your cell for three days. Honestly, what you did was a mistake. You hadn’t meant to spill your Lady’s wine all over her dress and carpet, but it happened and you were being punished for it. You had tried to plead your case in the Lady’s study that evening, but she wouldn’t listen to what you had to say and had her one of her daughter’s, Cassandra, place you down in the dungeon. You were glad that she had locked the cell you were in because the Moroaică were roaming around down there, occasionally scratching and jabbing their swords at the bars.

You jumped when you heard your Lady’s voice coming from the shadows. “It’s unfortunate that you had to go and ruin my dress and carpet, I was really taking a liking to you, little one.”

Your lip trembled. “I’m sorry, My Lady, it really was an accident. Ple-“

“Silence, little one. I’ve heard your excuse a thousand times over, I’m sick of it.” The Lady unlocked your cell door before stepping in and closing it behind her. “I’ll give you one chance, and only one, to make up for the disrespect you showed toward me. Am I clear?” Lady Dimitrescu asked with a raised eyebrow.

You nodded your head vigorously, giving yourself a slight headache. “Yes, My Lady. I’ll do anything you ask, please.” You said quickly as you crawled over to her feet.

Your Lady patted your head. “Oh, aren’t you precious? It really would be such a shame if I had to kill you.” She let out a small sigh.

“What do you want me to do, My Lady?” You asked.

Lady Dimitrescu put her finger under your chin and guided your gaze to her own. “I want you to please me like your life is on the line.” You gulped at her words because your life was on the line, literally. You nodded your head and your Lady chuckled. “However, this setting won’t do for that. Stay close.” She said before exiting the cell.

You quickly followed behind, grabbing onto her dress to keep up with her. The walk to the room you were going to was fairly quick, but the looks you got from some of the maids you passed made you flush and it felt like the walk had taken hours.

“Little one, I won’t repeat myself.” The Lady said as she peered down at you.

Your brows furrowed a bit. “I’m sorry, My Lady.”

“Another incident like this and you won’t get the opportunity to prove yourself useful to me.” Lady Dimitrescu. “Now, be a good little pet and do what I tell you.” She said, gesturing to the bed in the room.

You nodded your head and got on top of the bed, waiting for her. You watched as she sat at her vanity, taking off her hat and unpinning her hair, it falling to rest nicely over her shoulder blades. She caught the way you were staring in the mirror and smirked. Lady Dimitrescu didn’t say anything, but the intensity of her stare caused you to look at your hands in your lap.

"My Lady, may I ask a question?" You asked as you continued to play with your fingers. She hummed in reply. "Why didn't you just kill me instead of having me locked in that cell?" You glanced up at her, noticing that she wasn't looking at you anymore and was focusing on removing her makeup.

Lady Dimitrescu stayed silent for a bit before finally replying. "You have potential, sweet one. Besides, it was your first incident since you've been here and I always give two chances before I go to such measures." You nodded your head at her reply.

"Then why did you say you're only giving me one chance to make up to you?" You frowned as you asked the question.

"I simply like seeing people squirm." She stood up from her vanity and faced you. "Ruining my favourite dress, however, is a serious offense and while I do see the potential in you, little one, I need to know just how useful you are to me. I have high standards and I expect you to supersede all of them."

"Yes, My Lady." You replied.

The Lady smiled at you. "Good. Now, help me out of my attire, little one." Lady Dimitrescu requested as she stopped right in front of you so you could help unbutton her dress. Once the task was done, you helped her step out of it and she placed it on a nearby chair. "Be a dear and grab something out of that top left drawer for me."

You nearly choked when you saw what she was telling you to get. "Is this..." Your question trailed off causing her to chuckle.

"For you? Yes, dear one. Isn't it beautiful?" Lady Dimitrescu asked, referring to the strap-on. You nodded your head, not trusting your words. "Don't linger, darling, bring it to me, and don't forget the harness." You grabbed the harness and forced then closed the drawer and brought the strap-on to her.

You watched as she got herself situated with the harness and strap-on around her waist. When she finished, she placed her hands on her hips and raised her eyebrow at you. "Suck, draga mea." You gulped and looked at her with slightly wide eyes. "Don't be shy, little one. Remember what I said about doing what I tell you to."

You opened your mouth to say something but let out a small exhale instead. You wrapped your hand around your Lady's cock and guided your mouth to it, taking the tip in your mouth. You pushed it further into your mouth, glancing up when your Lady let out a small groan. You swirled your tongue around the tip of it, your pace of sucking the strap-on getting quicker.

"That's it, pet, get it all nice and wet." You flushed a bit at her praise. You slowed down a bit when you felt like you'd done a good job, only for her to grab the back of your head and push your mouth up and down her cock, practically face-fucking you. She only let up when you started gagging on it, pulling you off so you could recover from your coughing fit. "Oh, poor little pet. Did Mistress fuck your mouth too hard?" Lady Dimitrescu asked with a sly grin.

You shook your head. "No, Mistress." You quickly replied. You looked up at her and she picked you off of the ground, your legs instantly locking around her waist. You let out a small moan as the strap-on grazed your sex. "Please?" You asked.

Your Lady hummed before she sat on the edge of the bed, you in her lap. "Please what, little one?"

"Please fuck me, Mistress." You said softly, slightly hating how small she makes you feel. You let out a scream when she lifted you up and sat you down on her cock, squirming as it eased into you. “Come on, take it all on your own like a good little pet.” You let out a whimper when you felt the hilt of the strap-on press into your bottom.

"You're being so good for me, pet." Lady Dimitrescu praised before she bucked her hips up slightly causing you to moan as you bounced on her. "Go on now, pet, fuck yourself." The Lady said before she licked her lips when she saw you lift yourself up and then back down on the strap-on.

You wrapped your arms around her neck while her hands stayed on your hips to help balance you as you fucked yourself with her cock. "You feel so good, Mistress." You moaned out.

Lady Dimitrescu didn't respond, instead, she pressed a kiss to your pulse point before licking it. "You smell divine, draga mea." She said softly, her warm breath cascading over your neck. "I can tell you're getting close." You nodded your head at her words. Her hands gripped your hips, driving you up and down on her.

Your breathing got hard as you felt yourself getting closer to your orgasm. "Please, please, please let me cum, Mistress. I've been so good." You whined at her.

She brought her lips to your ear. "Be a good little pet and scream for me." She ordered before trailing her lips down your neck and biting down. The feel of her fangs breaking your skin as she bit down caused you to let out a blood curdling scream as your walls clenched around her cock, your orgasm hitting you at full speed. As you came down from your high, she licked at the bite mark before pressing kisses around it. "You did so well for me, little one. I think I might just keep you."

You smiled against her chest at her words. You didn't mind being Lady Dimitrescu's good little pet, as long as it kept you out of the cellar.

#lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu x reader #resident evil #resident evil village #resident evil 8

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maybe-your-left · 4 years ago

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ASK FRIDAY - CREATE A SCENARIO: roommates trope with Kylo

Due to some last minute room swapping and late registering Reader and Kylo end up in the same dorm but they're mad about it and hate each other (cue intense sexual tension)

Dorm room, Snowed in, evening time like 6

The heater/power has just gone out and Kylo knows a few ways to get warm...only if Readers up for it...

been working on this for FOREVER ANON.

I loved it!

Crushed

TW: NSFW, dirty talk, dom/sub vibes, exhibitionism, kinda fluff, Kylos not that nice and is an entitled man.

Oh yeah, you fuckin’ slut.

Yes-Yes-Yes!

‘M gonna cum all over your fucking tits.

You slapped the wall next to your bed, hard.

“Can you guys keep it down! It’s 1 in the morning!”

Muffled voices came through the paper-thin wall, sounding like bodies moving to the floor. Good, you thought, at least he will get rug burn from the shitty carpet, might keep him from fucking everything that moves.

A hard knock on the wall pulled you from that thought.

“Go read your fucking Bible! I’m trying to get my dick wet!”

“Please!”

“Why don’t you go get fucked!?”

Some giggled came through next, followed by more muffled whispering. You whined loudly, trying to ignore the sounds of him fucking whatever bimbo your dormmate had in his lair. Shoving your face into your pillow, muffling your tears and wails.

You turned on your TV, drowning out the final act of his performance. Fingers poised over your keyboard to file another noise complaint with the RA… not like they ever helped you. The last time they intervened they left with a black eye and broken nose, shrugging for you to sort it out yourselves.

A door slammed shut, you let out a sigh of relief.

At least he wasn’t a cuddler.

You climbed out of bed, tip-toeing to your door to take a peek of whatever slut found her way into his room this evening. The special lady was a new cinderella every fucking week, he didn’t even try to know their names. You heard him admit it once in class to his friends, saying he called them all ‘baby’ so he wouldn’t have to learn.

You peeked out the door, blinking from the harsh fluorescent lighting of your dingy dorm halls. The walls were a screaming white, yellowing from years of shoddy cleaning. You tried to clean your room when you first came to school, but it was too disgusting.

A non-smoking dorm, ha. Everyone smoked, especially your neighbor.

“Shouldn’t you be in bed creeper?”

You jumped at his voice, exhaling harshly through your nose. You steeled your features, caught red-handed looking for his latest prey. Crossing your arms defensively, not that there was anything to hide. You were in your ratty pj’s, they were on sale at Old Navy a few years ago and you never threw them away even though they barely fit anymore.

“If you’re so interested in being a cuck,” he grinned at you, flashing his crooked teeth, “I would love to have you over for an encore, I’m sure you’d love to watch me in action.”

“Buzz off, Ren.”

“Ooo, angry tonight,” he smirked, now stepping out of his door frame. You choked a little at his appearance, no shirt on, basketball shorts barely hanging off his hips. Dangerously low, seriously, if he took one wrong move they would be on the floor. His chest was covered in fresh scratch marks, no doubt from his latest victim, a sheen of sweat glistening under the lights.

Fuck, he was good-looking.

But he was terrible.

“Ahem,” he cleared his throat, daring you to stare back at him.

You gulped, caught again. You were better than that, you were just tired from being kept up since ten with his version of ‘love-making’.

“My eyes are up here cupcake,” he stepped forward. Pushing you back into your doorframe, almost inside your sanctuary. “If you ever decide you want to break your vow of chastity, I’m right next door.”

“Step away from me, Kylo.”

He cocked his brow, “I love when you’re mean, come on. Let’s see if kitty has claws.”

You bared your teeth, fists balling under your underarms, “Not even if you were the last man on Earth.”

He shrugged, backing away from you.

“Deal, bitch.”

You moved to shut your door on him, “Go away.”

“See you in class, bright and early.”

------

When you imagined leaving for college, it was different.

Saying goodbye to your parents, packing your car with whatever small valuables you owned. Determined to make a name for yourself all the way across the country, no friends or family, truly on your own. You imagined everything would be different, the dorm would be filled with new and friendly faces.

RA’s greeting you as you parked outside, giving you a tour and maybe a group lunch with all your floormates. Getting to know each other, maybe even going to some new-student orientation event they planned for the newbies.

Classes were smooth, acing all your major requirements. Professors were kind and ready to help you at any moment, letting your artistic vision flow through your body every morning with your 8 AM yoga class.

But no.

Instead, you registered late.

Your classes all at the worst times, bright and early.

Second rate dorm, COED even… smelly dudes between your single bedroom which would be better defined as a broom closet. Burping and fucking on both sides of you while you tried to study. Your major requirement classes were boring and filled with pretentious art students who thought they were the next Picasso.

Professors didn’t care if you lived or died, only focusing on the bell schedule because they couldn’t control what the freshmen did in their classes.

Your options for clubs were limited, either join a sport or a cult.

And worst of all.

Kylo Ren.

He was your neighbor, signed up late just like you. You actually arrived at the same time, he pushed you down on your ass in the lobby so he could be checked in first. Calling you a clumsy bitch, only for you both to be handed keys to the same floor. Right next to each other, sharing a flimsy wall.

On top of that, he was an art major like you.

And since he registered late, he was in almost every class.

Even yoga!

He took your mat the first day, leaving you in tears in the hallway. He apologized afterward, handing it back to you before storming off to be with his beefy upper-class friends. Any moment he could, Ren would humiliate you. Trying to push your buttons, whistling at you when you had to cross the hallway to the showers. Tripping you when you had your hands full, making fun of you for hanging out with your sparse group of friends.

And when he found out you were annoyed with him making noise, he latched onto it.

One week he decided to recite the entire Phantom of the Opera, just because you mentioned in class that you loved that play.

He did every part, even the musical scores, you could’ve sworn he did it with a megaphone on the wall, just to spite you.

Your parents told you ‘he just likes you, he’s a boy.’

No!

That’s not how people express feelings, at least not healthy people.

Your alarm clock blared on your nightstand, you didn’t sleep so it didn’t bother you. Letting out a heavy sigh of defeat, Ren ruined another night for you, a night you’d never get back. Of precious, precious sleep that you desperately deserved.

Slipping on some plum leggings and a sports bra. No one gave a fuck about your outfit in your early morning class, as long as you went with clothes on. You popped on your headphones, trying to drone out the noise of Ren’s music through the wall. He liked to blast some god-awful music every morning.

Today, it was an old Black Veil Brides album!

You made it out of the dining hall, snatching a muffin for breakfast. Smiling at some guys you knew, waving at your friend Rose as you stormed off to the gym. The cold chill of Winter biting at your nose, it was too cold to not wear a full outfit. But there was no time, with Ren keeping you up all night and classes back to back, you didn’t have time to fuck around with dressing up.

Ren ran in after you, laughing with his friends. Big nose all red from the frost, his hair looked frozen to his scalp, probably showered beforehand. You rolled out your mat, trying to stretch while he bragged about the pussy he got last night. Making a big show of your complaining, saying you were desperate to fuck him based on your whining.

You rolled your eyes when he planted next to you, “Good morning, you ran out in a hurry.”

“I didn’t want to be late,” you sneered, not giving him the time of day, still stretching your back into child's-pose.

“How are we supposed to walk together if you run away from me, cupcake?”

You scoffed, shooting him an icy glare. Despite him grinning at you like the happiest man on Earth, god, you needed to stop giving him a reaction. That would shut him up if you didn’t give him the attention he is clearly lacking from his parental figures.

“Good morning class,” your teacher greeted you calmly, “I hope you’re all doing well. As you all know, this next week is finals week, I’m offering makeup classes to those of you who need to make up some credit hours. We are also hosting some meditation if you need time to relax between classes.”

Next to you, Ren leaned towards your mat, setting his hand right behind your back. You didn’t have to open your eyes to know he was hovering. Ready to devour you like a piece of meat.

“Hey,” he chuckled.

You stayed quiet, pushing back into his arm so he would move. Ren stayed put, purring in your ear, “Did you sleep well?”

“Move off my mat, Ren.”

He smirked down at you, “You seem stressed, do you want me to help by fucking your brains out.”

You shot off your mat, effectively knocking him onto his back. Laughing loudly in a relatively silent room of students trying to center themselves. He grinned from the floor, hands up in the air in defense, “I’m just offering to help you, Jesus!”

“Just,” you pointed in his face, hair falling out of your ponytail. Everyone was staring at you, even your instructor. Shocked you were yelling, you barely spoke in class, at the scariest person in your class.

“Just, leave me alone.”

------

Ren avoided you for the rest of the week, mostly.

Still had his nightly fuck-more subdued though, you had on noise-canceling headphones to try and focus on studying. There were still so many classes to get to, and you wouldn’t be finished until the day before Winter break… you were desperate to get this over with.

You missed your family, the plane ticket itself cost you a whole month of meals.

Of course, you would do fine in your classes, it was just the motivation to get there. Every morning you glared at Ren when he greeted you in yoga, still standing next to you like a menacing shadow.

This morning was no different, only you skipped class to study in the library. Bundled up in your winter coat, long black scarf, hair in a lazy braid, and thermal leggings on. The wind had picked up last night, bringing on an ice storm that wasn’t expected until late next week. You walked on treacherous sidewalks, dodging all the other students who were seeking the warmth of the library.

You settled inside, sprawling your books and laptop on an old desk. Grabbing out a few sketch pads so you could finish up some pieces that were due in a couple hours. Most of your finals in art were ‘unconventional’ which meant the professor wanted to see what you were motivated to work on during the year.

For yours, you had decided to draw the people you saw on campus.

Studying their faces, mannerisms, languages while they were in an organic environment. It was a great piece, and one of your professors was very interested in showcasing it in a show. You were proud, it wasn’t large but it was important for you and you wanted it to be perfect before turning it in.

Your pastels were spread out, fingertips smudged and stained from charcoal, a few lines on your face and brow from forgetting about the streaks. There was this one person you couldn’t finish, it was one of your friends from last week. She was laughing and holding a drink, the expression wide and full of emotion but it was hard for you to capture without her being there.

But you steeled yourself, you weren’t leaving this spot until you finished her.

“You smudged that dude's face,” a low voice rumbled behind you. A finger pointing down at the top left corner, “Stop-don’t touch it.”

You moved to swat the hand away, not wanting some random guy to ruin your piece with their grubby fingers. Recentering yourself, he wasn’t smudged, he was just in the corner so it looked like it wasn’t finished… what did he know, anyway?

“You didn’t draw me?”

Now you stopped, why you didn’t recognize the timbre of his voice was ridiculous.

You let out a long sigh, “Please, don’t touch the canvas, Kylo. It’s not ready, yet.”

The chair that housed your backpack slid out next to you, your things tossed on the ground carelessly before Ren sat. You scooted away from him, he smelled like he just showered. Judging by his wet hair you were probably right… “What are you doing?”

He shrugged, fiddling with one of your notebooks. Flipping through pages carelessly, “I don’t know-you weren’t in yoga so.”

“So,” you gave him a weird look, “You stalked me to the library?”

“There’s no reason to go to yoga if I can’t bother you,” he flashed a smile, dropping it slightly when he saw you weren’t playing back with him.

Silence fell over you both, the only noises the heat kicking in around the scuffling of boots and shoes to face the weather again.

“I like your piece,” he gestured to your work, “For drawing, right?”

You nodded stiffly, not enjoying his friendly tone. Like he wasn’t your demon neighbor who made it his job to annoy you and had for the past four months of your life. Ren shifted again, now leaning on the table with his cheek resting on his forearm. Looking at you with wide eyes, you never took the time to look at his face.

He had very large eyes that betrayed his emotions. Swimming with flecks of auburn, gold, and some streaks of green, blinking slowly as he studied your canvas. You looked away from him, trying to ignore the urge to draw them, how his long lashes rivaled your own. How his skin was freckled with beauty marks, creases from frowning lined his forehead and nose. You could even make out his stubble, some pieces he must’ve missed the last time he shaved.

You went back to drawing, no longer focusing on it. Just trying to understand what was happening, your tormentor was a foot away from you. Breathing calmly like a cat laying in a patch of sun. Hunched over the edge, torso too long to rest like a normally proportioned human being, had he always been this big?

“Wanna get coffee before class?”

“Huh?”

You blinked slowly, not registering that he spoke to you.

Ren leaned off, letting out a big yawn and scratching the back of his neck.

Yes, definitely a cat.

“Do you want to get coffee,” he stared blankly, “Before we head to English?”

You looked down at your mess, then back up at him. Shaking your head softly, voice quiet as a mouse, “No-thank you.”

He exhaled harshly, “I’m not gonna burn you with it, it’s just coffee.”

“No, I’m fine,” you said firmer, “I wanna work on this some more.”

Ren stayed still, probably trying to think of a way to get you to agree with him. You had known him long enough to know he doesn’t like people disagreeing with him. Didn’t have to be a college graduate to see that the man had issues with control, hence terrorizing you all semester. You didn’t want to offer him an olive branch, because he was just doing it as a joke. Probably, waiting until you were calm around him to do something cruel.

You went back to drawing, listening to him get up and leave you. Mumbling something under his breath about ‘trying to be nice’ before walking out. You shook off the awkwardness, not willing to break down and let him do something nice for you, just because he didn’t ruin your final piece didn’t mean he wouldn’t do something in the future.

The day was still young.

------

Oddly enough, Ren didn’t bother you that evening.

Not even a door slam!

You almost thought he was dead, but you saw him in the hallway when you were walking to the bathroom. Wrapped in your robe, caddy in hand, he didn’t whistle or try to touch your ass like he normally did. Just a stale smile before closing himself back in his room.

Not to waste the precious quiet, you went to work packing your bags for your trip tomorrow. Deciding to do a quick load of laundry, your hall was almost empty, so no one would be down there while you waited.

Piling up your hamper, you threw your pj's and slippers on. Remembering to grab a blanket and your laptop so you could hang out down there while you waited.

Your friends back home were all excited to see you, ready to hear all about your time away. The boys you met, friends you made, classes, all that. So excited to get home and see your cat, Gremlin, he was all alone without you. Your mom sent you pictures earlier of him curled in your blankets, saying that he knew you were coming home soon.

Maybe next Fall you could get an apartment, you didn’t want to leave him for another year.

A washing machine door slammed shut next to you, causing you to jump from your perch atop your own. Faced with Ren, who was doing his laundry in his pjs, or his version of pjs. Giving you another tight-lipped smile before leaning against the far wall. Yawning loudly before sliding down the wall to sit on the floor.

You ignored him, turning back to your laptop that was playing a crime documentary. Texting some friends to keep your mind from wandering to Ren and why he was in such a mood.

“Are you leaving tomorrow?” Ren called from his wall.

You pretended to not hear him, refocusing on the documentary, there was something very interesting happening and you weren’t about to miss how they found the killer's shoe prints in the mud just because Ren was trying to talk to you.

Then something was thrown at you, and it smelled awful.

“Oh-my-god!”

You shot off the washing machine, throwing down the offending garment. Ren was laughing loudly, “Chill out! It was just an old shirt!”

“How old was it?!”

He smiled at you from the ground, propping an elbow on his kneecap. One leg stretched out on the tile, you tried to regain a sense of calm, he was just messing with you again. Just take some deep breaths… in-out-in

“Are you leaving tomorrow, after our final?”

You let out your deep breath, sitting back on the washer. “Yeah,” you paused your show since mister meanie wanted to have a tea party. “I have to get to the airport right after.”

He hummed, “Same.”

The washer beeped loudly, echoing in the otherwise empty room. Ren watched you hop off, fixing your shorts which definitely rode up too much. Trying to not flash him your underwear as you bent to move your clothes to a dryer. You cursed when a sock fell from your pile, great.

“How come we’ve never fucked?”

Now all your clothes were on the floor.

Along with Ren, who was staring at you like you were an art exhibit.

You dragged your clothes back to the washer. There was no way you were finishing now that they touched the dirty floor, no one cleaned down here and just because it looked clean didn’t mean-

A whistle, “You good over there?”

“Yup.”

“Okay,” you heard him stretch, popping his joints as he lifted off the floor. You could feel his breath on the back of your neck as he closed in. Almost touching you, no escape, “As I was saying, how come you’ve never let me steal your virginity?”

You scoffed, “I am not a virgin.”

Ren pressed into you, pushing you against the washer now. Grinding his hips into your own, you squirmed, trying to dispel every fantasy flooding your brain. Every night you spent listening to him through the wall, imagining just once that it was you. If he weren’t such a monster, you would have gladly laid on your back and let him do whatever he wanted.

“Nothing?”

You took a deep breath, placing both palms on the top of the washer. Biting your lip as you silently pleaded for him to let you go, but also continue. You could smell his cologne from this close, how it complimented him so well. Mixing in with his dark aura, you wanted nothing more than to spin around and…

Soon you were doing just that, but not on your own violation.

Ren had his hands grasping your hips, thumbs slipping under the fabric of your t-shirt to caress your soft skin. Lips capturing your own, you froze in his hold. Unsure of what to do, a part of you wanted to scream and smack him, but the other part loved the smell of his toothpaste.

He relaxed when you relaxed, your lips still awkwardly locked together. Not opening and allowing for more, but not moving away either. You stared at him, startled to see him looking back at you. Pulling back slightly, you watched his face chase yours. Bringing your lips together a few more times, kissing at the seam.

You felt his tongue flick for entry, trying to pry your mouth open so he could explore. When you didn’t move he finally huffed in annoyance, “I know it’s your first kiss, but you’re supposed to open your mouth.”

You groaned, bringing both hands to cradle his cheeks. There was no way he was going to make fun of you, he initiated this so.

Ren made a muffled noise when you pressed your lips back together. Probably of shock and surprise, because, no. This was not your first kiss, not even your fourth or fifth kiss. Working your tongue skillfully into his mouth, you moaned softly at his taste. Just like you imagined… not that you put much stock into this but… it was wonderful.

Bringing your fingers to the nape of his neck, tugging on his dark brown hair. Just like you always wanted to, whenever he walked past you with it tied in a bun you dreamt of tearing through it. Ren returned your affection in kind, his left hand moving to the small of your back. Fingers dancing under the waistband of your pajama bottoms.

You heard him swear when he felt the lace underneath, nestled between your cheeks. Ren slid a hand over the globes of your ass, moving his hips in time with his tongue. Tasting every inch of your mouth, even growling in approval when you sunk your teeth into his bottom lip.

Petting and groping each other against the washing machines, the sound of you swapping spit barely heard over the rumble of your clothes. Ren had gotten sick of grinding against your hip bone, pulling away from you for a moment. Shushing your pathetic whimpers, he hooked the hand not cupping your ass behind your left knee.

Hiking it over his hip, opening your legs up. Allowing him to assault your center with his straining erection, oh you could picture it now. How easy it would be to just let him slip inside you.

Right here, in the laundry room.

*Beep*

You pulled back roughly, barely able to unsuction your lips from Rens' own. A string of spit connecting your kiss-bitten lips, he looked at you with pleading eyes. Grinding himself against you harder, pulling a few soft mewls from your throat.

“I need to switch my clothes,” you croaked.

He nodded, shakily setting your limb back on the floor and backing away. You watched through your own lust-filled state as he trembled. Walking back to his far wall, a hand cupping his cock through his sweats. Your throat clicked as you took in a much-needed breath, doing what you said you would.

Setting them in the dryer, all the more aware of his eyes watching your every move.

Not sparing him a glance when you sat back on the washer.

Turning on your laptop once again to watch your crime documentary.

Ignoring the throbbing between your legs, his deep breaths, and your shaking limbs.

------

The TV’s at the airport all said the same thing, “Record snowfall this winter, right before the holidays! Experts say that we will be lucky to keep power until it passes. Our friends on the west coast are enjoying a white Christmas, while we’re stuck in the North Pole.”

All flights have been grounded until further notice.

Stuck.

You could barely make it back to your dorm without crashing.

Bursting into tears several times when you realized you wouldn’t be home until it was over. Wouldn't be able to safely leave your dorm room until it passed, leaving you utterly alone.

You had emailed your RA letting him know your bad luck, he let the staff know you’d be there so they would have food and water running still.

But other than that, this was your holiday.

You slipped on the walk up to your room, sobbing loudly in the halls as you clutched your luggage. No going home, no seeing your friends or family, no Christmas dinner, no personal shower, no Gremlin to sleep on your face.

Collapsing on your bed, curling yourself in the multitude of pillows and blankets that adorned it. The room had shitty heating, the entire building had shitty heating. The entire month of December you’d been freezing, and no amount of personal heaters could fix this kind of cold.

You drifted off to sleep after crying for a few hours, letting your parents know what was happening. Setting alerts for earlier flights, anything you could do to get home. You were so tired in fact, that you slept through a power outage. Leaving the entire building to shut down, no backup generators.

And no heat.

It wasn’t until you felt yourself being lifted that you woke up to the commotion.

Squirming in the kidnappers' arms, limbs aching from freezing for a time in your bedroom. The window must’ve cracked open because it was much colder than when you arrived. Your attacker didn’t let you go, growling in your ear to be still.

Dragging you out of the building, towards a car you didn’t notice when you pulled in. With the snow swirling all around, it was a miracle they could see their own vehicle. You were thrown in the front seat, followed by your luggage tossed in the back. You stayed still, every time you moved it hurt, hypothermia. Common in the New England storms if you were foolish enough to be outside…

You about passed out when the driver's side door opened, Ren climbed in. Looking just as frozen as you, slamming the door shut and mumbling something as he started his car. You could’ve cried when the engine turned, heat blasting between the both of you.

“Hands,” his teeth chattered, holding his own out. He nodded for you to do the same, grasping your pink fingers between his own and blowing on them. “Power went out,” Ren took a shallow breath, “I was leaving and I saw your car. You were almost frozen to your bed, the window broke.”

“Th-thank you-u-u.”

Ren cringed at your fingers, slowly gaining back their normal color. “I tried to grab everything I could, like your backpack and luggage. But we can’t stay there, we’ll fucking freeze.”

You nodded, tugging your hands away to curl into your chest. Thankful that Ren had enough sense to grab blankets, stuffing them in your lap from the backseat. You thought about grabbing your phone, but you could barely make a fist so it would do you no good.

“My plane g-g-got ground-d-ed.”

Ren shivered, nodding sharply, “Mine too, my mom got me a hotel room not far from here to stay until the storm passes. So, I’m taking us there.”

“Okay.”

You didn’t say anything else, not wanting to distract him from the treacherous roads. Thank god he had a Jeep, or else you would’ve died. You couldn’t see more than ten feet ahead, less than that when you were on the highway out of the city.

Ren kept mumbling things like it’s okay, I’m sorry, I know it's cold, whenever you shivered and took in sharp breaths. You must’ve been out for a while, to get this bad. A quick look at the clock in his car said you’d been asleep for three hours, who knows what would’ve happened if he hadn’t noticed your car…

He helped you out, more carried you, towards the check-in desk. Too worried you would pass out in the car if he left you for too long, the front desk lady was quick and sweet. Making sure to send up extra blankets and pillows to your suite. Ren had you walk up with him, so he wouldn’t have to carry you and the luggage on separate trips.

You clutched his hand like a child, tight enough for his knuckles to turn white. But he was so warm, it’s all you could think about. All you wanted was to be warm, nodding blindly to whatever Ren said to do.

Plug your phone in, check.

Let him talk to your mom, check.

Draw a bath for you, check.

Climb in the bath with you, double-check.

It wasn’t until you were defrosted in the clawfoot tub that you realized you were naked with him.

Rens chest against your back, holding you like his life depended on it. Judging by his shaking, you both were probably suffering from acute hypothermia. You had been silent for so long your voice spooked him a little, “Thank you.”

He hummed into your hair, which was sitting on top of your head in a messy bun. “Are you okay?”

You nodded slowly, “Can we go lay down?”

“Yeah,” Ren hastily got out of the tub, draining it and wrapping you in plush towels. You were still too cold to blush from your nakedness, not how you pictured this going. You imagined you would finally give into him on some drunken party night, barely remembering his reaction to seeing you nude.

But now he had seen you half-frozen, forced to cradle you back to life.

------

You squinted from your cocoon, greeted by a dimly lit room.

One spare lamp on a dingy-looking nightstand, well it wasn’t terrible. It was better than your nightstand in your dorm room… where was your dorm room anyway?

Something vibrated behind you, followed by a heavyweight sprawling against your back.

You held your breath, you were in a hotel.

With a stranger.

“Shit,” you whispered.

Okay, you could wiggle out of here. You took a moment to study the room, there was the lamp from before, and some curtains on a metal rod in the far corner. If you managed to get out without being detected you could knock out the assailant.

“You smell so good.”

More weight settled on you, now you were trapped. This bear was closing in, who knows what happened while you were asleep! All you could remember was falling asleep at your dorm after the upsetting trip to the airport, then being dragged away.

Your fingers burning when you tried to use them, being shoved in a car…

Kylo.

“Kylo?!”

“Mhm.”

You threw your arms up, successfully throwing him off you and the covers. Your limbs screaming at the sudden movement, you were still suffering from the cold. Next to you, curled in a ball, totally catlike, was Ren.

A sleepy smile gracing his lips, hands curled under his cheek, and legs moving towards his chest, Like a child under a blanket. You gasped when you saw he was naked, “Fuck!”

You were too.

“What the fuck, Ren!?”

“Stop yelling,” you watched his hand bat his nose like an animal, “Come back, you were warm.”

You huffed, flailing off the bed in search of your bags.

Memories flooding back to you, he took you here after saving your life.

The bath.

Ugh, bad time to remember your kiss the night before.

Ren sat up in bed, rubbing his eyes and blinking slowly. You flushed red when you looked between his legs, shit. How does he walk around with that? Is that why he has bad posture? You choked on your spit when he spread his legs out.

Sprawling completely on the mattress like he wasn’t in a room with a stranger.

“Snow hasn’t stopped,” Ren yawned, snapping a hand and pointing between his legs, “Come back.”

“I’m not doing anything until you have clothes on.”

He rolled his eyes, now looking you up and down. Focusing on your bare tits, swinging around with your erratic movements. You watched him lick his lips, wagging his eyebrows, “Come on, don’t you want to sit back on the bed?”

You shook your head, crouching down to your bag. Trying to not flash him more of your goods, but that didn’t work. Not with him leaning to the side of the bed to make a show of him peeping on you.

A wolfish grin splitting his face, “You have a nice ass.”

“Can you stop,” you huffed, tugging on some sweats you found.

Ren made a pouting noise when you stood, pushing his bottom lip out while you threaded your arms through a t-shirt. You shivered a little-it was still freezing in the room. Probably from the weather, it sounded like it got worse… hopefully this place would keep power.

You looked back at the bed, Ren was still manspreading. One of his large paws crawling towards his cock, watching you with the same smirk. He let out a soft sigh when he touched himself, eyes momentarily shutting in bliss.

“Do you have to do that with me here?”

He cracked an eye open, “Do you have to be that far away?”

You scoffed, moving to the corner of the room. Shivering since you were near the window, you plopped down in the cheap armchair. Ignoring the sounds of his fist gliding along his cock, you tucked your feet under your body. Humming a tune to ignore the arousal growing between your legs, there was no way you were caving to him.

What kind of man does that with a complete stranger present!?

More importantly, why was it turning you on?

“Come here,” he whistled, you spared a glance at him. Blushing profusely at the sight, his cock was now fully erect. Standing tall and proud, tip flushed almost purple from want. You quickly looked away, trying to swallow down the drool that gathered in your mouth.

What would happen if you gave in?

Not like it would hurt you… he looked so delicious.

“If I come over there, what's gonna happen,” you whispered, determined to stay put.

With a deep breath, the mattress groaned under his weight, probably leaning back to get comfortable. He seemed to love you being there, watching him, or trying not to. Ren made a small non-committal scoff, “Whatever you want to happen, baby.”

“Don’t call me that, you know my name.”

“Meow.”

Your head snapped towards him, met with his grin. “Come on-you really want me to do this by myself?” he waved his cock, fist tight around the base. You rolled your eyes, training your eyes to focus on the least attractive part about him.

You were coming up empty, all you could stare at was his cock.

The prominent vein along the underside thrumming in time with his heartbeat. You could practically feel it along your tongue, rigid and stiff. Slowly, you stood from the chair, met with a soft whine from Ren. Eying your hungrily as you sauntered over, you planted a knee in the mattress.

Between his legs, which were spread obscenely wide, he licked his lips in anticipation.

“If I help you, are you going to be nicer to me?”

He nodded, chest taking in sharp breaths. You slowly leaned back on your heels, stripping your top off, despite him seeing you naked earlier. Surprised when he bit his bottom lip, watching you play with your tits, rolling them in the palm of your hand. Just to make him squirm a bit, “I’ll be nicer, whatever you want.”

“I’m really cold still,” you spoke softly, making sure to lean in close enough to graze his lips with your own before pulling away, “Can you help warm me up?”

“Yes,” Ren's hands shot out, kneading your flesh a few times. Debating to grasp your tits or the small of your waist, like a kid in a candy store. So many options, but you didn’t want to wait. If you were doing this, it would be about you.

“Eat me out.”

He stilled, cocking a brow, “Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” you exhaled on his neck, being sure to drag your kitty claws along his chest. Briefly grazing his nipples, savoring the way he gasped. “Eat me out, if you make me cum, I’ll let you fuck me. Like the desperate slut you are.”

Ren scowled for a moment, nudging your face from his neck. Eyes dancing across your face before capturing your lips, moaning softly in your mouth, “I can make you cum so hard you’ll never want another man again.”

You placed a soft kiss, rolling onto your back dramatically. Splaying your legs wide, “If that's true, why do you fuck a different girl every week?”

He growled at you, actually growled.

Hands no longer soft in their quest to memorize your skin, instead Ren pinned your legs hard enough for them to pop. Making you squeal from the stretch, “How fast do you think I can make you cum? Hm?”

Before you could answer, he dove in.

Lips wrapping around your clit and suckling fast, tongue flicking out every few seconds. You were already bucking up to meet him, but his firm hold kept you flush. While his tongue began to lap thick stripes along the seam of your pussy. Briefly hooking the tip into your entrance, both of you moaning when he tasted your wetness.

“Shit-Kylo!”

“Mm,” his voice vibrated against your clit, continuing his assault until you choked on your spit. You buried your fingers in his hair, keeping him in that right spot. “I’m so fucking close,” you cried out, pleading his name over and over and over.

“You know,” he popped off, smacking his lips that were glistening with your cum, “I’d rather you cum on my cock.”

“Wait-”

Ren flipped you onto your chest, yanking your hips into the air. You barely had time to take a breath before he shoved his cock inside you. His breath hitched as he sank to the hilt, you groaned at the stretch. Now this, this you could get used to.

He pulled out slowly, you heard him swear under his breath. Leaving just the tip of his cock inside and ramming his hips into yours. Pulling a loud scream from your lungs, Ren chuckled at that. Pumping his cock at a rough pace, “Shh-you’re going to upset our neighbors.”

You huffed, cheap shot, angling your hips a little so his cock would rub up against your front wall. Moaning when he picked up the pace, skin slapping skin. Ren leaned over your form, planting a hand on the headboard to keep it from knocking. You weakly lifted your head, clenching at the sight of his knuckles turning white.

All you could do was sit and take it, revealing in the bliss you’d denied yourself for four months.

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Ren dropped you both off at the airport two days later.

You spent three days together, fucking each other's brains out.

Choking on his cock while he was brushing his teeth, eating you out while you read through your newsfeed. Bouncing on his cock while he fed you breakfast, you didn’t need to change clothes the entire vacation.

But you wanted to go home and were thankful for the storm ending so you could head home. It was a little awkward, Ren wasn’t very excited about the snow stopping. It felt like he was trying to stall you leaving but reluctantly listened to your desire to fly home.

“Got everything?” he mumbled, hitching his backpack over his shoulder. The two of you were waiting in the TSA line, about to part ways to head home. You nodded, giving him a tight smile before stepping up on your own.

Ignoring the feeling of his eyes on the back of your head.

Both of you stood awkwardly after making it through, “Well-my gates over here,” you pointed behind you. Ren hummed in acknowledgment, kicking at the ground instead of looking at you.

“Thanks for letting me crash with you,” you tried again, still nothing.

You groaned, spinning on your heel. Back to being an asshole, you were kicking yourself for thinking he would be nicer. All he wanted was some pussy, and you willingly gave into him when you should’ve remained strong.

Your parents picked you up back at home, lots of tears and laughs were shared. Thankful that you made it home without freezing, your mom was grateful for your friend who saved your life. She wanted to call him and tell him how much she appreciated it but you shrugged it off, he was just being nice. He wasn’t your boyfriend or anything, you left out the part that he was the neighbor you always complained about.

Collapsing on your bed felt surreal like you would wake up and be back in the hotel room at any moment. It was odd not sleeping next to him, you had grown accustomed to his clingy arms. Circling you in the middle of the night when he thought you were dead asleep, smelling your hair before tucking you into his naked chest.

You tossed and turned all night, groaning when you were woken by your siblings to get up the next morning. Barely sleeping a wink, you resolved to take a nap later to try and not spoil your trip back home.

At breakfast, your mom yelled at you from the kitchen.

“Hey hon, someone’s calling you!”

“Just answer it,” you groaned through a mouthful of cereal. Briefly hearing your mother answer in a typical chipper tone, stalling mid-sentence before she yelled again, “It’s someone named Kyle?”

Shit, you shot to the kitchen.

Snatching the phone and escaping to the living room where no one was hiding.

“Kylo?”

Hey, didn’t think you’d answer.

“How’d you get my number?”

Took it while you were napping the other day, I knew you wouldn’t give it to me willingly.

You rolled your eyes, “Alright creeper, what’s up?”

Just wanted to talk or whatever, felt weird not to.

Silence.

Are you gonna let me buy you coffee when we are back?

“You were being serious about that?”

A scoff.

Yeah-or we could just fuck again if that’s all you want from this.

“Coffee sounds good.”

Cool. Cool.

It’s a date.

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