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Since her encounter with Cora at the church, Wilhelmina had been increasingly preoccupied with the idea of sending their children to school. The thought wouldnât leave her mind, and though she knew Edwin might resist the notion of Thomas and Robert stepping away from their duties on the farm to pursue education, she felt strongly that it was the right thing to do.
That day, Wilhelmina waited patiently until Edwin had a free moment. As dusk fell and the chores wound down, she finally approached him. She asked him to sit with her, choosing the small workshop where Edwin had been spending his evenings making candles, a task that seemed to soothe his nerves after long, hard days.
Wilhelmina carefully poured them both some tea and set out a slice of the cake left over from the previous day. Edwin, already seated across from her, watched her closely, sensing that she had something on her mind. She fiddled with the teacup, searching for the right words, while Edwinâs brow furrowed with a mix of concern and impatience.
âWhatâs troubling you that you donât know how to say?â Edwin finally broke the silence, his tone gentle but with a hint of urgency.
Wilhelmina offered a small, tentative smile, her eyes downcast. âWell, a few weeks ago, I ran into Cora while I was in the villageâ she began, her voice steady but cautious âYouâve probably heard about the new school theyâve built near the churchâŠâ
Edwin nodded, leaning back slightly in his chair, his curiosity piqued. He had an inkling of where this conversation was heading but chose to let her speak.
âShe mentioned sheâs planning to enrol her children, at least Bernardâ Wilhelmina continued, her gaze now fixed on Edwin, gauging his reaction. âIt got me thinking⊠maybe it would be good to enrol Thomas and Robert as wellâŠâ She paused briefly before quickly adding âItâs free, Edwin. We wouldnât have to pay anything.â
Despite her attempt to frame the idea positively, Edwinâs expression darkened. He let out a heavy sigh and shook his head. âNo, Iâm sorry, Wilhelminaâ he said, his voice firm, leaving no room for negotiation. âI canât agree to that.â
âBut-â Wilhelmina began, but Edwin cut her off.
âNo, love, noâ he said, more forcefully this time. âIf we send the boys to school, whoâs going to help me on the farm? Whoâs going to do the work that needs doing every day?â He shook his head again, his tone resolute. It was clear the idea didnât sit well with him at all.
âI could help more, and the girls could tooâ Wilhelmina suggested, her voice soft but determined.
âAnd whoâs going to keep the house running if youâre out in the fields?â Edwin countered, his frustration beginning to show.
Wilhelmina fell silent, the tension between them growing thicker. She looked at Edwin, her expression a mix of frustration and sadness, but she didnât raise her voice. That wasnât her way. âEdwin, you work so hard, and Iâm grateful for it. But farming is so unpredictable⊠Donât you see that? If the boys get an education, they could find work that guarantees them a future, a stable life where theyâre not at the mercy of the land and the weather.â
âNothing in this world is guaranteedâ Edwin replied sharply, his eyes narrowing. âEnough, Wilhelmina.â
âBut we could give them a chance-â Wilhelmina tried again, her voice growing more urgent.
âI said enough!â Edwinâs voice rang out as he stood abruptly, the chair scraping loudly against the floor. âIâve made my decision and itâs final. The farm will bounce back, weâve been through rough patches before, and weâll get through this one. The boys will stay here and do their part, like they always have.â
Wilhelmina crossed her arms tightly over her chest and looked away, her frustration evident. She hated when Edwin raised his voice, but she knew better than to argue further. Her silence spoke volumes, and she knew Edwin could see the hurt in her eyes. But he was already turning away, retreating back to his work, leaving her alone with her thoughts and the unresolved tension between them.
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in the refrigerator light
summary: you are somehow unprepared to run into Logan while on the quest for a midnight snack... in the house you both live in. wc: 1.9 k a/n: to be fair I did warn you that this would happen. I have a few more ideas kicking around in my head, but feel free to send requests if you have any! this doesn't take place during any particular movie, fyi, but you and Logan are both teaching at the school warnings: fluffy fluff, mutant!reader, empathic powers!reader, soft!Logan
You should have been asleep. Even after choosing to stay on at the school past your education, youâd had a hard time shaking habits of the past. It still felt strange to walk freely into professor only areas, and you were always in bed by 11:00 pm every night. Sneaking down to the kitchen to steal one of the chocolate bars you knew Scott had stashed deep in the back of a cabinet felt wrong, but the siren song was too strong to resist.Â
Youâd been quiet, making sure to avoid the creaky stair (third from the bottom on the right) before shuffling into the kitchen. You rubbed at your eyes as you made your way to the proper cabinet. The only problem being that it was much higher up than you remember. It was times like these that made you wish for a more helpful mutation, like telekinesis or at least a few extra inches of height. You struggled for a few moments, on your tippy toes, stretching your arm as far as you could reach before you gave up. You sighed, raking your hands through your hair and making your peace with the fact that chocolate was not in your future tonight.Â
âScoot over, bub.â You jumped and let out a small shriek, before clasping a hand over your mouth. It was rare that anyone got the drop on you these days, your power more finely tuned and emotions tending to be strong around the manor, but your guard was decidedly down in the place youâd called home for so many years. But Logan was an exception to many rules. HIs hand gently gripped your wrist, pulling you against his chest for a brief moment before moving to stand in front of the cabinet. He reached up into the cabinet, the zip up hoodie he wore pulling up to expose a few inches of his stomach before pulling down a few bars of chocolate with ease. He smiled, the crinkles by his eyes more prominent in the low light of the kitchen. You did your best to appear like you hadnât just been ogling him.Â
âHow did you know-â
âScottâs shit at secrets.â He huffed, rolling his eyes. âYou think heâd learn by now to not be such a loud mouth in a house full of people with enhanced hearingâ.Â
Your laugh was quiet, muffled by your hand in the interest of not waking the others. âWell, in that case, I hope one of those is for me.âÂ
Logan shrugged, eyes full of mirth. âWhatâll you give me for it?âÂ
You blinked, unsure of yourself. You werenât used to this Logan, yet. He was usually gruff and reserved, always reluctant to give into the kids in his history class that were trying to derail the lesson with a joke or two. Heâd been playful a few times in your presence, and it almost always made you worried that the other shoe was about to drop. Seeing him in pajama pants and a soft grey sweatshirt only added to the strangeness situation.Â
For the briefest moment, you considered using your powers. A single touch and you would know exactly how he was feeling. It was a blessing and a curse, to be able to be sure of how others were feeling with a single touch. A god-send on intel gathering or stealthy missions, a terrible temptation at midnight alone in the kitchen of the manor with the man you had harbored a crush on for as long as youâd known him. You make to grab one of the bars out of his hand, but he is too fast for you, quickly lifting them over his head. Your eyes narrowed.Â
Fine, two can play at this game. You roll your shoulders back, drawing up your courage. âDepends what you want for it.âÂ
Logan grinned, dropping his arms and holding the bars behind his back. âWell, what I donât want is to be an accomplice in your quest for cavities. Chuckâd have my head if he found out I had a part to play.â Â
âIâm a big girl, Logan. I can take care of myselfâ You grab for the chocolate, but heâs too quick for you. For a brief moment, the two of you stare at each other, the moment charged. You lunged for the chocolate again, but Logan is already halfway across the kitchen, waving the chocolate around teasingly.Â
âLogan, pleaseâ you laugh, following around the island. He cocked his head to the side, smirk playing at the corner of his lips. You were seconds away from stomping your foot and demanding he hand the chocolate over, when his smirk grew into a grin.Â
âAlright bub,â he made his way around the island, depositing one of the chocolate bars in your hand. âYou know I canât say no to you.âÂ
You did your best to tamp down the butterflies that suddenly made a home in your stomach, but his smile was so gentle and he looked so soft, it was hard not to feel a little lovestruck. You snapped a piece of the bar off, and held it out to him. You dutifully busied yourself with breaking off a piece for yourself, ignoring the way that his affectionate gaze seemed to never leave you.Â
âYouâre not usually up this late,â he says, holding his hand out for another piece. You shrug, dropping another section into his hand.Â
âCouldnât sleep.âÂ
âWelcome to the club.â You knew that Logan had trouble sleeping, he was usually the first one hunched over a cup of coffee in the mornings, steadfastly ignoring inquiries into how he slept.Â
âI, umâ You hesitated. Usually offers of using your powers didnât go well. You took a breath, steadying yourself. The worst he could say was no, right? âI could help with that, if you want.âÂ
Logan reached out, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. You could tell your eyes were the size of saucers, but you couldnât find words. After a few moments, Logan took a step back, shaking his head slightly. You blinked owlishly, taking a breath to steady yourself.Â
âThatâs sweet of you, bub. But I wouldnât want to tucker you out.â It was no secret around the house that although you had a less physical mutation, it still took some of your energy. Sensing emotions was as natural as breathing, but influencing them was newer, and took much more focus.Â
You pointedly glanced at the clock over the stove, noting that it was well past any reasonable bedtime, before facing Logan once more. âThat actually sounds really nice.â He mumbled something about not wanting to take advantage of you, but the words died in his throat when your hand found his own. You looked up at him through your lashes, hoping that he would be able to see how earnest you were being. âI donât want to force you, but I want to be asleep more than anything, and I can tell that you are too wound up about something to even begin to fall asleep.âÂ
His thumb stroked over the back of your hand a few times, before he stepped around you and led you out of the kitchen. You expected him to turn towards the living room, where youâd caught him âresting his eyesâ a few times in the middle of the day. Instead, he turned right making sure to skip the creaky stair (third from the bottom on the right) and right up to the door of your room.Â
âA bit presumptuous, no?â You asked, before opening the door and walking through.Â
Logan rolled his eyes, leaning against your doorframe. âI was there the first time you tried this. Figured it was best that no one has to pick you up off the floor.âÂ
You felt your face grow hot, remembering the unmitigated disaster that had occurred the first time Charles suggested that this application of your powers was a possibility. Your chin tilted up, doing your best to project confidence. âWell, itâs been a while since then, Iâve gotten better.âÂ
If the lighting had been better, you would have seen the faintest pink blush coloring his cheeks. âRogueâs in my room.â You couldnât help it, your eyebrows shot up near your hairline. âShe and Bobby got into a fight, she wanted somewhere she would be left alone.â His hands were twisting in the pockets of his sweatshirt as he ducked his head down low.Â
âIs that why you were prowling around the kitchen?â He rolled his eyes, but nodded all the same. âWell, do you wanna stay here tonight?â He looked like he was about to object, but you held your hand up, effectively silencing him. âYouâre doing a favor for Rogue, let me do one for you.âÂ
âThought you were already doinâ me a favor, sweetheart.â He protested, all while moving towards your bed.Â
You perched on the edge of your bed, consciously doing your best to keep your heart rate in check. The students always joked that between Charles and Jeanâs mind reading and Logan being able to hear cheaters hearts speeding up, it wasnât even worth it to try and cheat in class. It hadnât occurred to you that if he could hear your heart fluttering, he could definitely hear the measured deep breaths you were taking to mitigate the issue.Â
You reached for his hand, and he accepted it readily. His palm was shockingly smooth under yours, it must be from his regenerative powers. Your thumb gently ran across his knuckles, still slightly red from the training session heâd had with some of the students earlier in the day. You tugged on his arm slightly, and he lowered himself down onto the bed beside you. âI thought that itâs important to work as a team, sometimes.âÂ
âYou spyinâ on me, bub?â You sheepishly meet his eyes, but find nothing but tenderness waiting for you. âIâll try to forgive you.â He drops a kiss on your knuckles, before motioning for you to lay down. âIâll take the floor.âÂ
You tightened your grip on his hand. If he really wanted to, he could have broken away easily. Instead, he paused, eyebrows raised and waiting for an explanation. âNot much of a favor if your back hurts in the morning from sleeping on the floorâ you shrugged.Â
âOnly if youâre sure-â
âJust get in the damn bed Logan.â He grinned, pulling back the covers and slipping into the bed. You followed shortly after, and slipped your hand back into his. The both of you laid in silence for a few moments, adjusting to your new arrangement. You were nice and toasty warm, able to feel the heat radiating off him under the covers. You were in the middle of working up the courage to actually use your powers, when soft snores began to emanate from the other side of the bed. You chanced a glance towards him only to find his lashes gently fanned out over his cheeks, and his chest rising and falling with his steady breathing.Â
After a few moments, you followed him into dreamland. In the morning, you woke up with his arm firmly around your waist, feeling fully rested for one of the first times in your life. Again, you waited for the awkwardness to come, for your face to flush and your stammer to pick back up, but you were left waiting.
feedback is very much appreciated, as Iâve never written for Logan before! let me know what you think <3
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hi, i ireally love your work and i don't know if you've answered this before but, what kinds of studies do you do or how did you learn color theory? i wanna get better at rendering and anatomy but im having trouble TT TT
Hi! Long answer alert. Once a chatterbox, always a chatterbox.
When I started actively learning how to draw about 10 1/2 years ago, I exclusively did graphite studies in sketchbooks. Here's a few examplesâI mostly stuck to doing line drawings to drill basic shapes/contours and proportions into my brain. The more rendered sketches helped me practice edge control & basic values, and they were REALLY good for learning the actual 3D structure behind what I was drawing.
I'd use reference images that I grabbed from fitness forums, Instagram, Tumblr, Pinterest, and some NSFW places, but you could find adequate ref material from figure drawing sites like Line of Action. LoA has refs for people (you can filter by clothed/unclothed, age, & gender), animals, expressions, hands/feet, and a few other useful things as well. Love them.
Learning how to render digitally was a similar story; it helped a lot that I had a pretty strong foundation for value/anatomy going in. I basically didn't touch color at all for ~2 years (except for a few attempts at bad digital or acrylic paint studies), which may not have been the best idea. I learned color from a lot of trial and error, honestly, and I'm pretty sure this process involved a lot of imitationâthere were a number of digital/traditional painters whose styles I really wanted to emulate (notably their edge control, color choices, value distributions, and shape design), so I kiiind of did a mixture of that + my own experimentation.
For example, I really found Benjamin Björklund's style appealing, especially his softened/lost edges & vibrant pops of saturated color, so here's a study I did from some photograph that I'm *pretty* sure was painted with him in mind.
Learning how to detail was definitely a slow process, and like all the aforementioned things (anatomy/color/edge control/values/etc.) I'm still figuring it out. Focusing on edge control first (that is, deciding on where to place hard/soft edges for emphasizing/de-emphasizing certain areas of the image) is super useful, because you can honestly fool a viewer into thinking there's more detail in a piece than there actually is if you're very economical about where you place your hard edges.
The most important part, to me, is probably just doing this stuff over and over again. You're likely not going to see improvement in a few weeks or even a few months, so don't fret about not getting the exact results you want and just keep studying + making art. I like to think about learning art as a process where you *need* to fail and make crappy art/studiesâthere's literally no way around itâso you might as well fail right now. See, by making bad art you're actually moving forwardâisn't that a fun prospect!!
It's useful to have a folder with art you admire, especially if you can dissect the pieces and understand why you like them so much. You can study those aspects (like, you can redraw or repaint that person's work) and break down whether this is art that you just like to look at, or if it's the kind of art that you want to *make.* There's a LOT of art out there that I love looking at, probably tens of thousands of styles/mediums, but there's a very narrow range that I want to make myself.
I've mentioned it in some ask reply in the past, but I really do think looking at other artist's work is such a cheat code for improving your own skillsâthe other artist does the work to filter reality/ideas for you, and this sort of allows you to contact the subject matter more directly. I can think of so many examples where an artist I admired exaggerated, like, the way sunlight rested on a face and created that orange fringe around its edge, or the greys/dull blues in a wheat field, or the bright indigo in a cast shadow, or the red along the outside of a person's eye, and it just clicked for me that this was a very available & observable aspect of reality, which had up until that point gone completely unnoticed! If you're really perceptive about the art you look at, it's shocking how much it can teach you about how to see the world (in this particular case I mean this literally, in that the art I looked at fully changed the way I visually processed the world, but of course it has had a strong effect on my worldviews/relationships/beliefs).
Thanks so much for sending in a question (& for reading, if you got this far)! I read every single ask I receive, including the kind words & compliments, which I genuinely always appreciate. Best of luck with learning, my friend :)
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Pining Zoro and blind-to-it Reader?
un-certainly
opla!zoro; 3,422 words; fluff fluff fluff so much fluff, straw hat!reader, fem!reader, (seeminlgy) clueless!reader, lots of pining, banter, teasing, smitten!zoro, the whole nine yards
summary: in which everyone knows zoro's got it bad for you, except for you, of course.
one.
âso⊠i should just⊠talk to her.â zoro says uncomprehendingly, blinking at an exasperated nami, who has to take a long, steadying breath to keep from shoving him overboard. the waves beneath them are calm, the day above them, a gorgeous, endless stretch of blue so brilliant it almost pains the eyes to stare.
nami resists the urge to pinch her nose bridge as a dull ringing starts to echo in her ears.
âyes. sweet god â just go up to her and say âhey, i think i might like youâ and i guarantee you, things will go from there.â
zoro shifts his tightly knitted arms, squinting at her as if she might be lying or purposefully luring him into a trap, âgo? so thereâs a chance it could go badly.â
this time, nami really does drop her face into her hands, groaning loudly.
âwell thereâs always a chance it could go badly ââ
âsounds like a bad idea to me.â zoro looks away, eyes still narrowed as the light sea breeze ruffles his hair, a colony of news coo squawking loudly overhead, one of them dropping down to careen towards the going merry, landing on the thick white railings next to them, ruffling itâs feathers as nami pushes off to dig in her pocket for some berry.
âoh! newspapers here!â your voice makes both zoro and nami jump, and a second later youâre bounding up the stairs to the forecastle deck and stuffing some berry into the news cooâs bag. your arm brushes by zoroâs as you lean over to offer the news coo a piece of dried shrimp, which it considers for a second before leaning forward and gobbling up.
nami gives zoro a soft shove from his other side, leveling him with a meaningful look before turning and making a show of going to check on her tangerine grove.
zoro doesnât have time to glare before the news coo takes off with a pat-pat-pat of wings, leaving you and him very much alone on the sunny fore-deck. he purses his lips, casting about for something to say even as you hum happily to yourself, your arm still painfully close to his as you unroll the newspaper and flip though, blissfully unaware of the inner turmoil of the man standing next to you.
âuh â anything interesting?â zoro asks, desperate for something, anything to fill the silence.
you shrug, ânope⊠just the usual â uptick in piracy along the coast, tightening of marine patrolsâŠâ you turn and cast him a grin that makes his stomach twist inside him like a contortionist from buggyâs freakshow.
zoro clears his throat, thumbing absently at the hilt of his swords before taking a deep breath.
âhey â uhâŠâ
âhm?â you turn towards him, with your wide attentive eyes and your stomach-curling smile.
zoro blinks, his gaze flickering from your soft button nose to the way the wind twines its fingers in the loose strands of your hair. two twin pearls glitter from the lobes of your ears and he feels the tension melt from him as he sucks in another breath.
just say it, nami had said, just tell her.
really, how hard could it be?
âi uh â thereâs something i wanna talk ââ
âwait, hold still,â you say, your eyes going wide as you lean forward suddenly and zoroâs visions tunnels in around him â youâre close, closer, too close/too close/too close!
your fingers card through his hair and he has to bite back the shiver that rockets down his spine as you pull your hand back with a black-tipped feather.
âthe news coo left you a present,â you say, laughing as you offer him the feather.
zoro considers it for a second before taking it from you.
âit couldâve left worse,â he says, recalling the few times that heâd gotten bird shit in his hair.
you giggle; the sound makes him want to scream but instead, he settles for clearing his throat again.
ânow, you make a wish,â you say, nodding towards the feather in his hand.
ânever heard of that before,â he frowns slightly, âthought you could only wish on dandelion seeds andâŠâ he waves at the endless stretch of sky above you, âshooting stars and stuff.â
your smile is so wide that zoro thinks his cheeks might start to hurt for you.
âhavenât you heard that rules are meant to be broken?â you ask, offering him the feather again. he looks at you, then at the feather, and the back at you.
âokay â i wish ââ
you squawk flapping your hand, âno! you canât tell me what the wish is! otherwise, it wonât come true!â
zoro smirks, cocking an eyebrow, âi thought rules were meant to be broken?â
you blush the most darling shade of red and he decides to take it easy on you (and, honestly, himself). so, he plucks the feather from your hand and closes his eyes, making a soft, silent wish. a wish that, in truth, heâd been making since the moment he met you.
when he opens his eyes, itâs to find you staring.
âkay. now what?â he asks, rolling the feather between his thumb and forefinger.
ânowâŠâ you gently tug the feather from him before opening your palm and letting the wind whisk it away, âyou let the sea take your wish. and if youâre worthy, itâll grant the wish for you!â
zoro lets out a breathy laugh, âif iâm worthy? and howâs it supposed to know that?â
you lean in, and if it were anyone else, he mightâve been annoyed, but with you, somehow, he finds himself charmed.
your voice is conspiratorial as you whisper, âbecause⊠the ocean knows all the secrets the sky canât keep.â
two.
at dinner, with you by his side, usopp detailing some imaginary adventure, nami laughing, sanji blowing smoke rings towards the middle of the fire-lit deck. your cheeks are pink from the wine everyone is passing around and for a second, you bump into him and turn â he turns towards you too â
your eyes catch like unsuspecting fish to a bobbing hook and zoro feels his stomach tug as you grin up at him, the night sky caught in the flutter of your lashes.
he canât help the way his gaze flicks down to your lips, and then back up again.
âfeel like sharing?â you ask, nodding towards his half-finished bottle.
wordlessly, he hands the bottle to you and watches as you bring the mouth to your lips and take a long drink. he tracks the soft bobbing of your moon-lit throat and feels his own mouth go dry at the sight.
across the fire, sanji watches with a growing smile and nami rolls her eyes.
âoi, moss-head â mind if i take a swig too?â sanji asks as you hand back the bottle, dragging the back of your hand across your lips, and zoro turns to pin sanji with a glare.
âget your own,â he says, before polishing off the rest with a few hard sips and tossing the bottle into a rapidly growing pile.
zoro licks his lips and tries not to think about the way your lips had fit around the bottle just right; he tries not to wonder if youâd taste like wine. or, if heâd even have the mind to think that far if you were to let him kiss you.
three.
â⊠and then, you pull it through⊠like this?â you slowly bring your arm through a swiping movement, your hands clutched around the hilt of a wooden training sword. zoro sighs, shaking his head.
âuh â not quite â here,â he pushes off from the barrel heâs sitting on to circle around behind you, wrapping one hand around both of yours, the other palm curling around your middle to press against your stomach, âyouâre breaking in your waist again â keep your core tight and ââ he helps you swing the sword through in a swift arc.
âoh.â
it takes him a second to realize how close you are, how he can feel your entire back pressed against his entire front, how perfectly you fit into his arms, how easy itâd be to hold you to him and never let go.
âso just⊠practice that a few hundred times,â he says, stumbling back as his cheeks go hot and he feels the inexplicable urge to toss himself into the calm, saltine waves below, if only to cool down just a bit.
âwill you practice with me?â you ask, your smile wider than the sky is wide â zoro is sure.
he blinks at you for a second before making a show of sighing and rolling his eyes.
âah⊠i guess i could use a bit of practice too.â
he pulls out the wadou ichimonji and takes his stance next to you.
âready?â he asks.
you nod, glancing over and adjusting your posture.
âokay, how many are we doing?â
zoro casts around for a number, âa thousand.â
âzoro!â
âfive⊠hundred?â
you cast him a look that makes his stomach flip inside him.
âhow about we start with a hundred, and then iâll see how i feel from there?â
zoro clicks his tongue, smirking, âi could do a hundred in my sleep.â
you make a show of rolling your eyes, âfine then â go take a nap!â
zoro huffs as he clears his throat, âright then â letâs start â one, two ââ
you squeak as you hurry to catch up, jumping as he reaches out a hand to correct your posture.
up on the foredeck, luffy watches with usopp by his side.
âhey! i wonder if zoro would teach me sword tricks if i asked!â
usopp sighs, clapping luffy on the back even as he shakes his head.
âuh â not that i think he wouldnât but ⊠maybe you should just⊠let them do their thing, yeah?â
four.
âi think you really should tell her,â luffy says, slapping zoro on the shoulder, a bit harder than heâd intended. zoro winces, pressing a palm to his chest â still sore from their recent raid.
âi donât know what youâre talkinâ about.â
luffy laughs, leaning forward against the railing, ânami said youâd say that.â
zoro fights the urge to scowl as he sighs, his eyes narrowed at the damnably calm horizon. at least if the weather werenât so nice, he could make up an excuse to leave but â
âreally, whatâs the worse that could happen?â luffy asks.
zoro grunts, shooting luffy a sidelong look, âoh i donât know, she doesnât feel the same and shit gets awkward and ââ he waves a hand at the going merry, âthe crew falls apart.â
thankfully, luffy doesnât pause to call him out on for once not denying it.
instead, he lets out a contemplative hum, âhm⊠yeah, that could happen. but⊠i donât think it will.â
inside his chest, zoroâs heart clunks, strange and uncoordinated.
âwhy? she say something to you?â he canât keep the curiosity from his voice, the stomach-squeezing anticipation heâd only ever associated with the heat of battle and a really good fight. but now, he feels it whenever you get too close, and he wonders if he can go insane like this â if one day his heart might just give out.
ânope!â luffyâs voice is too bright, too cheerful, and zoro feels himself rolling his eyes before he can stop himself, âiâve just got a feeling!â
âa feeling.â
âyeah! and â have a little faith! the straw hat crew isnât that fragile.â
with that, and another hearty clap to the shoulder that leaves zoro hissing in pain, luffy clomps off towards the kitchens, where sanji is already doing dinner prep. zoro lets out another sigh as he straightens, carefully stretching his arms to test the range of motion.
above him, a flock of migratory geese fly southward in a soft, arrowhead formation. zoro holds up a hand to shield his eyes from the sun as he watches them pass overhead.
a single feather flutters down towards him and he finds himself reaching out to catch in the palm of his hand.
a wish, huh, he thinks, twirling the feather between two fingers before casting around to make sure no one else can see him. satisfied that everyone else is either too far away or below decks, zoro closes his eyes and makes a wish â
alright roronoa, please. donât fuck this up.
five.
âahem.â zoro clears his throat after dinner, making a point to down a couple more drinks than usual. heâs never been one to believe in liquid courage, but⊠it couldnât hurt, right?
âcan we, uh, talk?â
you smile a smile that threatens to crack his chest wide open, nodding.
âsure! whatâs up?â
across the room, sanji visibly stills but nami catches his eye and shakes her head ever so slightly.
âcâmon⊠not in here,â zoro says, jerking his head towards the hallway that leads to the decks above.
âwhatâs got you so secretive all of a sudden?â you ask as he leads you all the way up to the crows nest, reaching down to help tug you up, letting his hand linger in yours as you grin up at him.
âiâm allowed to have secrets,â he says, turning to stare out at the darkened sea, the summer moon hanging low and full-bellied over the glittering waters, the stars winking like so many all-seeing eyes.
âwe all are, but⊠i thought weâd gotten all your big ones after that one night the whiskey bar ââ
zoro coughs, âalright, alright â donât need to bring that up again.â
you laugh, leaning forward to pillow your cheek against your crossed arms, propped up along the edge of the crows nest.
âso? whatâs this new secret, then?â
zoro swallows, âuh â wouldnât exactly call it new.â
âalright then, an old secret.â
ânot super old, either ââ
you turn to look at him, half-exasperated, half-amused, but when you catch sight of his expression, you still, pressing your lips.
âzoro? is⊠everything okay?â
he ticks his tongue against his teeth and lets out a long breath, as if bracing himself for something before he says â
âyeah. i think ââ he clears his throat again, trying to recall what nami had said about just saying it and he tries again.
âi think i might like you.â
the coil in his chest feels tight enough to snap, but youâre quiet as he turns to steal a glance at you.
âoh,â you say, you expression curiously contemplative as you look out over the darkened seascape.
zoro has to physically stop himself from shaking you by the shoulders â say something, goddamnit! say anything!
âsoâŠâ he says, knitting his arms across his chest instead.
you turn towards him, your eyes bright as twin stars.
âyou think you might like me, right?â you ask, and for a second, zoro can only blink down at you, completely thrown by your lack of reaction. of all the things heâd imagined you doing â everything from getting angry to apologizing to throwing yourself at him with an impassioned speech about how youâd felt the same since the beginning â this was not one of them.
âuh⊠yeah, pretty sure thatâs what i said.â
you cock your head, a quick, bird-like gesture that makes zoroâs heart skitter inside his chest, threatening to leap from his mouth as you continue to stare up at him, completely unabashed.
âah⊠so what do you think we should do then?â
zoro stares, â⊠do?â
âyeah, because if youâre not sure if you like me⊠we should do something to make sure, right?â
and itâs then that he sees the soft, playful uptick of your lips, the glittering darkness behind your eyes. the tension in his chest seems to loosen even as he lets out a breath, chuckling before quirking an eyebrow and taking a step towards you, caging you in against the crows nestâs edge.
âmm. youâre right â i can think of a few things we could try, though.â
âyeah?â you voice is little more than an exhale on the wind, but itâs the last thing zoro tastes before he finds his lips on yours.
as far as kisses go, zoro would later think back, it was a pretty damn good one.
it started as a slow kind of kiss, a soft, unfurling of breath on breath, and then lips on lips. the ghost-friction of promises made and kept and unbroken, the first spark to a fire that had been threatening to consume him since the moment heâd heard you laugh.
and then â just like that, heâs kissing you. and youâre kissing him back, the gravity and inevitability of it making his head spin even as he presses in closer. it is sweet and warm and trembling â soft and hard and deepening. he runs his tongue along the seam of your mouth and savors the way you gasp open for him.
just him.
he swallows it like he wants to swallow you, reaching up to sink his fingers into the silk and gossamer of your hair, pulling you so close he can feel your heartbeat thrumming against his chest, your nails as they curl into the linen of his shirt.
it takes everything inside him to pull back, and everything else left not to dive right back in again. youâre both panting, a little breathless, and zoro â a lot relieved.
âsoâŠâ you say, your tongue flickering out to lave across your bottom lip.
zoro doesnât try to stop his eyes as he tracks the spine-tingling motion.
âso?â
you grin, biting back the shiver that chases through you at the deep, base rumble of his voice, echoing from his body to yours.
âwhatâs the verdict? have you decided if you like me yet?â you ask, batting your lashes even as he watches your own eyes drop down to his lips. a dark, warm, purring satisfaction curls inside his chest at the way your pupils dilate, black as the night, bright as all her favorite stars.
âhm,â zoro hums, leaning down to skim a knuckle along your jaw, slowly guiding your face towards his again, âdunno⊠juryâs still out⊠might have to try it a few more times. yâknow⊠just to be sure.â
âmmâŠâ you sigh as he leans down to graze his teeth along your pulse point, fingers tightening around your waist as he feels you tremble in his arms, ây-yeah⊠wouldnât want you to be ââ you hiccup as he sinks a soft bite into the juncture of your neck and shoulder, âuncertain.â
ânoâŠâ and his voice is all groan and gravel as he lets himself breathe you in, âwe certainly wouldnât want that.â
bonus.
far below, beneath the decks of the going merry, sanji takes a long pull from a post-dinner cigarette, his lips twisting into a concerned sort of frown.
âitâs been a while since theyâve been up there. think we should go check on them?â
luffy shugs, still happily picking at the remains of the turkey carcass sitting in the middle of an oblong plate.
âthey should be okay â i mean, they say that no news is good news, right?â
âuh, not sure that applies to this kinda thing,â usopp says as he makes to peak out of the nearest window.
nami swirls her drink, âi think theyâre fine. and weâd hear if zoro threw himself off the crows nest, right?â
across the table, sanji blinks and luffy pauses in his munching.
âwhoa, you think heâd really do that if she rejects him?â usopp asks, his face going a little pale.
nami rolls here eyes, âno.â and then a moment later, âbut really, weâd hear him if he jumped, right?â
luffy licks his lips, shrugging, âdunno, probably though. heâs pretty heavy so heâll make a pretty big splash.â
sanji taps a bit of ash into his empty bowl and lets out a long suffering breath.
âyeah, yâknow really, no news is good news.â
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pairing: prof!heeseung x volleyball player!reader
genre: porn without much plot
warnings: heeseung is reader's professor but neither of them know that when they engage in sexual activity, slight dom!hee, kissing, cunnilingus against the wall, blowjob, boobjob, facial, use of the petname "pretty girl"
wordcount: 2,790 words
note: koko is back ~~~ i am not sure if this is up to mark but i really hope enhablr enjoys this! reblogs are much appreciated and so are comments/feedback! happy reading â„ïž ~~~
it's raining, soft droplets sprinkling over your already wet skin, soaking in sweat as you huff, doubling over to place your palms over your knees. slippery, it is, palms sliding down the smooth of your knees as you try your best to contain your breath, composing yourself when you notice your teammates pass by. "so, y/n, excited for the shift into university?" your volleyball captain asks, prompting you to wince. this causes concern, her brow raising and her wrist lifting to rest on your shoulders, "not a good time?" she sympathises.
"just a bit scary, not too sure how i will mingle with the people there and if i will join a team as good as ours." you mutter, playing with your stretchable wristband. the girl laughs, patting your shoulder painfully hard with a smile, "hey, your university is known for its sports department! i wouldn't put it past me to find a well equipped club and carefully handpicked members. who knows, you might make it national!" she reasons, patting the top of your head with a crooked smile.
you try not to make eye contact with the man as he introduces himself and shares his email with the students for future assistance. however, when you look up to sneak a glance at him again, you see him staring right at you, wide eyed. you're fucked and not quite literally.
"say what, are you free tonight?" she asks, looking over at the other teammates with a sneaky smile. and when you look up dazed with a slight nod, she's dragging you over to seat you on the nearest bench. "i sent you a text, be there at 7! bye, y/n!" just like that, all your teammates trickle out the training ground, snickering amongst themselves to have finally caught you in a trap, always having refused to meet them outside training.
7:06PM. still waiting, feet nearly cramped up in those narrow toothed stilettos. bad idea to show up in stilettos after vigorous training? yes, but, the location your captain had forwarded had a strict dress code to adhere to this night. right as you bend over to adjust your heels, you're met with the vision of several pairs of similar looking stilettos. "there! early as always, our y/n, let's go in!" one of your teammates urges you inside a shady looking building.
you're met with instant chaos, loud and blaring music sinking into your eardrums, the bass making the floor vibrate and your heart thump in rhythm to the music. "stay right here, tia and i will get us all some drinks!" you're left by some of your other teammates you're not too close with, merely acquaintances that play volleyball together, you'd say. excusing yourself with a smile despite being met with "they asked us to wait here!", you shake your head, reassuring them you'll be fine and right back.
it's a few minutes later that you find yourself seated by the secluded island of what seems to be a kitchen. "a house party." you figure out, still unsure if you should've placed blind faith in your captain and teammates. "not your usual scene?" comes a voice prodding its way beside you. you jump, just a little, turning around to meet hazel brown eyes that crinkle mischief at you. the man before you is donning an all denim fit, it makes you wonder if he's not close to blushing red in this humidity but you let it pass. "not really. i assume this is your usual scene though." you quip back, the man before you throwing his head back in a silent giggle.
"heeseung." he extends his hand which you take a little hesitantly. it's not long after you exchange names that you find yourself introduced to heeseung's friends, all of them welcoming and sweet, out of which, jay confirms himself to be the party host. both heeseung and you don't stray too far into private lives of eachother, maybe that is what attracts you to him, the mystery. you can't deny that he is more than decent looking, plump pink lips, doe looking eyes that may otherwise fool you into thinking he carries this weirdly sinister vibe. a sharp jawline too, you're almost sure he knows he serves a face that women and men would line up for alike.
the attraction, though, is mutual. or so, heeseung convinces you to think as his fingertips meet your satin clad hips with ease and familiarity. he leads you towards the same secluded corner, "dance with me?" he asks and you oblige, not questioning why it has to be here, infact, you're glad it's here rather than in the midst of sweaty teenage bodies that are not yet ripe enough to enter parties like this. what snaps you back to reality is his hands, that need no permission as it follows a trail circling your hips, pulling you flush against his.
maybe it's the alcohol that heeseung offered before or maybe it's the intimate proximity you two keep dancing around but the heat in the air, whether the temperature or the tension, is palpable, almost shocking in a way that it sends hot sparks down your spine. resting your head against his shoulder, you wrap an arm around him, his warm, intoxicated breath fanning over your ears. no words exchanged, really, just the synced beating of your hearts and need to feel eachother up that finally has heeseung snapping.
exhaling shakily, you nod when he asks to take you somewhere else. he's gentle as he encloses your wrist in his palm, pulling you towards the stairs that was strictly prohibited for others. perks of being jay's best friend, you reckon. the moment you enter an unoccupied room, his lips are on yours before he pulls away in a jiffy, panic settling onto his face, "is that okay, y/n?" when you nod meekly, he shuts his eyes for just a second, muttering a "fuck" under his breath before he's pushing his lips onto yours and maneuvring your body behind until your backside meets the wall. "so pretty," he murmurs into the kiss.
you roll your hips involuntarily into his, it has heeseung gritting his teeth, jaw slack and eyes purely filled with desire. "just like that, baby, do that againâyou listen so well to me, pretty girl." heeseung is sure he's rambling by now, oh, he definitely is as he tells you how to rut against him pathetically. the sultry lighting of the room only enhances your need for one another, you've never felt the urge to ravage someone like this before and you know you have to ravage heeseung before this night ends if you don't want to wake up the next morning with a guilty and regret filled heart.
he coaxes your lips to meet his again, this time the contact utterly messy and just downright filthy. you can almost taste the very remnants of his drink from earlier if you shoved your tongue down just a little deeper. meanwhile, heeseung is quick in feeling you up, pushing at your knees, "spread 'em, baby, that's it," he begs, instantly losing all self control and falling to his knees when you whine, asking him to ease the ache between your legs. "wider...there you go, atta girl." he praises, soft hands cupping your knees as his lashes flutter when he looks up at you.
with a lopsided grin, he hooks a finger at the hem of your dress, lifting it just enough for your panties to peek at him. he grunts at the little wet patch that dampens and soils the middle of your panties, leaning in to disgustingly sniff at it before licking once, twice, thrice, enough to taste you through the cotton. you're shaking, beyond control and unable to balance your body by yourself so you place your hands at his shoulders, pulling him needily into you as your back arches into the wall.
pushing your entire weight onto heeseung, who only groans as he ruts his increasingly evident boner into the ground, you hook your legs around his neck. he holds onto your thighs desperately, a whimper escaping his kiss swollen lips as his tongue slithers through the side of your panties to lick at your cunt. he delicately plants a kiss over your clit, making you shudder with a broken moan, as he finds his head heavy with the need to taste you, to make you cum. so, he does just that.
heeseung finds a comfortable pace at licking through your folds, dragging his wet muscle from side to side, then up and down. he repeats the action before nipping at your clit gently, soothing the prick with a prod of his tongue. "so sweet, just like honey, baby. that's it, you gon' cum for me?" he asks sweetly against your sopping pussy, nose glistening with your juices. "look at me, y/n, my pretty girl. want you to watch me as you come undone on my tongue, okay?" you struggle to open your eyes, nodding before you do anyway.
rapid strokes of his tongue have you unstable, shaking and withering under his touch while you try your best to keep your eyes open and in contact with his as he licks at you until no end. "say my name, baby, don't be shy. let me hear your pretty moans." you let a moan rip through the confines of your throat, rocking your hips messily against his face. "no, don't move." he hisses with a displeased smirk, shaking his head to show his disapproval. "let me do all the work, just sit and take it, got it?"
just like that, the ebbs of your orgasm crash against the little pebbles, rocking you through, only for heeseung to hold you still as he continues to devour you as you come down from your high. with a final suck of your clit, he parts from your cunt, face absolutely marred by your release. "good girl, did that feel good?" he coos, tapping at your thigh, signalling you to carefully put down your leg as he makes much effort to stand up.
when you nod, pulling him into another kiss, he chuckles, trapping you against the wall yet again. "yeah? in that case, shouldn't you return the favour?" he presses a few kisses down your neck, leaving a trail of sparks in its wake. "let me make you feel good, hee." you answer in words this time, making heeseung widen his eyes but he nods, eyeing the floor once before he looks up at you, "kneel." dropping to your knees, your fingers work quickly as they unzip his denim pants. a tent visible as you cup his clothed length, you lick your lips eagerly as you imagine feeling him fill up the entirety of your mouth.
you tug at his boxers, leaving it bunched up at his knees, immediately pressing a hasty kiss at the head of his veiny cock. you notice how it is curved at the tip, pink and angry. this forces heeseung to snake a hand into your hair, clutching the strands at the roots warningly, "don't tease, pretty girl, get on with it." he doesn't have to say it twice before you are nestling his cock in the home of your wet and warm cavern. you let it soak in there for a while, not attempting to please him just yet as you adjust to his size.
soon after, flattening your tongue, you hollow your cheeks as you start to set a steady rhythm into bobbing your head for him. licking at the underside, you ensure not an inch of his cock is left untouched by you, the part that doesn't fit in your mouth caressed by your soft hands. "just for me to ruin, fuck, yes!" heeseung is blessed, really, to have a girl truly attentive to his needs, the way he wants to be touched and pleased, repeating the actions that seems to make him teeter at the edge of his orgasm. lucky bastard!
right when you think you should fasten your pace to meet with his cum painting the insides of your mouth, heeseung abruptly pulls at your mouth, his now semi soft dick covered in your spit resting at your lips, "can i cum on your face, pretty girl?" with no answer, you unzip the back of your dress, letting it pool at your hips. unclasping your bra, you hold your tits up, motioning him to slide his cock in between. this causes heeseung to let out husky groan, trying not to bust right then. he loves the way you're so proactive, he can't help it!
he squirms from the sudden increase in stimulation as you use your tits as a makeshift fleshlight, wrapping it around his now hardening cock tightly as he fucks into the space you provide him. letting a sliver of your tongue peek out, you lick at his tip each time his cock almost lodges against your lips, instantly making him cum. he sucks in a sharp breath as he spills all of him that's worth, over your tits and the lower half of your face. pretty, he thinks, fingers unconsciously reaching for his phone.
"can i take a photo of you, pretty girlâ" the door to the room the two of you are in is knocked upon fiercely, "heeseung, you in here, man?" upon hearing jay, heeseung scurries to bring out tissues from the bedside table, "yes, what's up?" in three swipes, he cleans you up, cursing when his finger is also stained by his release. before he could wipe it off, though, you bring up his cum glistening finger to your lips, tongue darting out to lick it clean. "fuck, you're gonna be the death of me!" he whispers, pressing an open mouthed kiss at your lips, tasting himself in the process. "niki has been throwing up nonstop, man, i can't find the others, hurry up, will you?" you two hear the receding footsteps of a rather pissy jay, laughing into eachother once you're sure he's gone.
easing into eachother, "can we do this again, y/n? i'd really like to fuck you open, if you'd let me." he asks, his brash words lighting up a reddened blush on your cheeks, "yes, i'd love that." before you could exchange numbers though, jay knocks yet again, an impertinent cockblock, you suppose. "i have to goâsee you around?" you nod, smiling at heeseung who leans down to kiss your cheek. "see you around, heeseung."
you don't remember how you get home that night after having freshened up in the room's attached restroom. all you think of for the next few days is heeseung's lingering touches, his whines and soft exhales, the way his hips bucked into your touch when you sucked him right. safe to say that you haven't been able to contact him either, having used your god given stalking skills on instagram to no avail.
it's been a few weeks, having been busy with volleyball practice and packing to move to your campus dorm. now, it's dâday! there's cardboard boxes piled up, with two suitcases of yours filled to the brim with clothes you can't bring yourself to leave behind in your childhood home. after a tearful parting with your family, you find yourself cuffed with the seatbelt on and your bestfriend driving you to the university to help you move in. while you do have much unpacking to do, it is also your first day at university!
bidding goodbye to your friend once they had helped you get your boxes and suitcases in, you change your outfit for the first class, not wanting to be late. after a whirlwind of trying to find your class, which happens to be your homeroom hour, you settle into one of the desks in the spacious room. although it's just the first day, the room is still loud with whispers and chatters about the exciting life at university. the class, however, hushes at some point, and while you were preoccupied on your phone, you hear a familiar voice.
"goodmorning, guys! how has your first day been so far?" your heart races erratically in its place, unsure if you've just misplaced the voice and its owner or if you're really doomed. slowly looking up, you find yourself glancing at heeseung, who looks at his phone for a split second before he pays attention up front. he hasn't noticed you yet, smile just as charming as it was when he first greeted you. as if on cue, all the memories from a few weeks ago flood in to liven up the black of your mind.
you try not to make eye contact with the man as he introduces himself and shares his email with the students for future assistance. however, when you look up to sneak a glance at him again, you see him staring right at you, wide eyed. you're fucked and not quite literally.
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CrampedâLogan Howlett
â„Pairing: Logan Howlett x AFAB!Reader (no pronouns other than 'you' mentioned)
â„Summary: While on the run from enemies, Logan and reader find a temporary hideout; a cramped supply closet. Things ensue...
â„CW: 18+, smut, forced proximity, minor dry humping, fingering, unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it hoes), 2.2k words
â„a/n: god I'm such a fucking slut for this man. Hope u enjoy reading this highkey clichĂ© fic as much as I enjoyed writing it (I had way too much fun writing this it's concerning) NOT PROOFREAD!!
The plan had seemed foolproofâuntil it wasnât. What was meant to be a quiet infiltration erupted into gunfire and chaos, forcing you and Logan to improvise on the fly. You sprinted through the labyrinth of hallways, the sound of pounding footsteps and barked orders hot on your heels. Just when your lungs felt like they'd burst, Logan's hand shot out, gripping your arm and pulling you into a narrow doorway. Before you could react, he dragged you into a cramped, pitch-black closet, slamming the door behind you. His chest was flush against your back, one hand swiftly covering your mouth to stifle your gasps while the other was wrapped around your waist. The heat of his body pressed into you as his breath tickled your ear. "Quiet," he whispered, voice low and rough. "We can't outrun them. We're hiding here until they pass." The tight space, the sound of your heart pounding in your ears, and the intensity of his presence made it impossible to focus on anything else.
You could feel Logan's chest rising and falling against your back, the heat of his breath on your neck sending shivers down your spine despite the tension in the air. "Quiet, huh?" you muttered under your breath, shifting slightly against his hold. "This was your idea, remember? Charging headfirst into a whole squad of armed men?"
Loganâs grip tightened on your arm, his voice a low growl in your ear. âI didnât hear you coming up with any better plans. Unless you count running in circles while getting shot at as a strategy.â
You rolled your eyes, even though you knew he couldnât see it. âMaybe if youâd actually listened to me for once, we wouldnât be hiding in a damn closet right now.â
Logan huffed, his breath warm against your ear. âYeah, well, maybe if you werenât so damn stubborn, we wouldnât be in this mess in the first place.âÂ
You opened your mouth to retort, but the sudden closeness of his body, the feel of his rough hand that had moved from your mouth to your collarbone, and his hot breath fanning against your neck stopped you short. The tension between you had always been there, simmering under the surface, but now, in this cramped, dark space, it felt like it might just boil over.
Blinking, you regained your composure. âWell, I-â you began, but were quickly cut off by his hand covering your mouth again, your words muffled against his flesh.Â
âSomeone's coming,â he breathed, his grip on you tightening as you were pulled impossibly closer against his body. Sure enough, footsteps sounded outside the door a few moments later.Â
As the footsteps halted right outside the door, the tension between you and Logan grew almost unbearable. Your heart pounded wildly, not just from fear, but from the electric charge that seemed to crackle in the air between your bodies. Logan's chest pressed firmly against your back, his hand still covering your mouth. The warmth of his breath fanned against your neck, sending shivers down your spine despite the danger lurking just beyond the door.
You were hyper-aware of every point of contactâhis solid body behind you, the rough texture of his hand on your skin, the way his breath hitched slightly as the person outside hesitated, listening.
Your senses were on overdrive, each second stretching out as your body reacted to Logan's closeness in ways you couldn't control.
It was wrong, wildly inappropriate given the situation, but the feel of his hard chest against your back, his arm wrapped tightly around your waist, was doing things to you that you'd never admit out loud. You shifted slightly, trying to ease the tension in your muscles, but the movement only made things worseâor better, depending on how you looked at it.
Your slight wiggle caused your hips to brush against his in the confined space, and Logan's grip on you tightened, a low, almost imperceptible groan escaping him. The sound sent a thrill straight to your core, your breath catching in your throat as you realized what you'd just done. You could feel the hard length of him pressing against you, his "predicament" unmistakable in the dark, cramped closet.
Logan's fingers flexed against your waist, his breath coming faster, rougher against your ear. He didn't pull away, didn't loosen his grip, and for a moment, you were both frozen, caught in the tension of the moment, the thin line between danger and desire.
Your pulse raced, and the temptation to grind back against him, to push things just a little further, was almost overwhelming. The footsteps outside were retreating, but neither of you moved, the charged silence between you heavy with unspoken need.
Logan sighed, his head thrown back against the wall in shame. He cleared his throat, his grip on your waist loosening slightly. âListenâŠI-â he cut himself off with a groan as you pushed your ass back against crotch, your desire for him pushing your fear of getting caught to the side.Â
âShh. Justâjust shut up,â you whispered, eyes squeezing closed as you leaned your head back against his shoulder.Â
Logan's breath hitched at the unexpected pressure, his body reacting instinctively to the friction. His hand tightened on your waist, pulling you even closer as he groaned low in your ear, his restraint slipping. You could feel the heat of him through his pants, hard and insistent against you, the tension between you igniting like a spark to dry tinder.
"Fuck, you're really playing with fire," Logan rasped, his voice strained, teetering between warning and desire.
But he didn't push you away. Instead, his fingers dug into your hip, his chest pressed so tightly against your back that you could feel the rapid beat of his heart matching your own.
The weight of your mutual attraction was heavy in the cramped space, the unspoken desire that had been simmering beneath the surface now threatening to consume you both. You could sense the hesitation in Logan's movements, the conflict between wanting to push you away and the undeniable need that had taken hold of him.
"Yeah, well," you breathed, your own voice shaky with both fear and excitement, "maybe I like the heat."
You felt Logan's lips brush against the shell of your ear, his fingers now trailing your waistband, his hot breath fanning across your skin as his resolve finally broke. âTell me you don't want this. Tell me to stop,â he muttered, but the way his body pressed into yours, hard and unyielding, told you he wasn't planning on stopping anytime soon.
You shook your head, breathing out a soft âno,â and that was all Logan needed to hear. His hand made its way down the front of your pants, fingers rubbing slow circles on your clothed clit as he sloppily kissed and bit at your neck.Â
A small, breathless moan escaped your lips, the sound muffled by the thick air in the cramped closet. Logan's reaction was immediateâhis hand left your waistband and clamped over your mouth again, his lips now brushing against your ear as he whispered harshly, "You need to keep quiet, darlin. Or we'll both get caught, and this won't end the way either of us wants."
The combination of his roughened voice and the intoxicating closeness sent a shiver down your spine. The feel of his body so intimately pressed against yours, his hand possessively over your mouth, only fueled the fire building inside you. But the very real danger just outside the door added a sharp edge to your desire.
Logan's hand lingered on your mouth, as if he wasn't sure whether you'd manage to hold back the sounds threatening to spill from you, the tension in his grip telling you he was barely holding on himself. His hips pressed into yours, the heat between your bodies growing more intense by the second, and all you could think about was how badly you wanted him, consequences be damned.
Logan's fingers hovered at the waistband of your pants, his resolve hanging by a thread. You could feel his hesitation, the way his chest heaved against your back as if he were trying to convince himself to stop. But when your hips shifted back, pressing firmly against him, it shattered any remaining restraint.
His hand slipped beneath the fabric of your pants, his rough fingers sliding past your underwear and finding your slick heat. A choked sound rumbled in his chest as his fingers began to move, slow and deliberate, tracing soft circles that sent jolts of pleasure through your body. He pressed his lips against your neck, muffling his own groans as he worked you over, the rhythm of his fingers steadily increasing in pace.
You bit your lip hard, trying to keep quiet, but each twist of his fingers made it harder and harder to hold back the whimpers threatening to escape.
Logan's other hand remained firmly over your mouth, his breath ragged in your ear. He was losing control, his fingers moving faster, deeper, curling inside you with a hunger that matched your own.
"Fuck," he growled softly, the curse slipping past his lips as he felt you tightening around him, your body responding eagerly to his touch. He couldn't take it anymore. The sound of your muffled moans, the way you writhed against himâit was driving him insane.
Without warning, he withdrew his fingers, earning a frustrated whimper from you. But before you could protest, he spun you around, pressing your back against the rough wall of the closet. His eyes were dark, filled with a raw, unbridled need as he captured your lips in a bruising kiss, his hand already working at the buttons of your pants.
You broke the kiss just long enough to gasp for air, your hands fumbling with the buckle of his belt, desperate to feel him inside you. Logan groaned into your mouth, the sound low and primal, as he shoved your pants down just enough to give him access.
He pressed you harder against the wall, lifting one of your legs to wrap around his waist as he freed himself from the confines of his pants. The feel of him, hot and hard against your thigh, made your head spin, and when he finally thrust into you, the sensation was overwhelmingâan exquisite mix of pleasure and pain.
Logan's grip on your waist tightened, his forehead resting against yours as he began to move, each thrust rough and urgent, his hips slamming into yours with a rhythm that was desperate, almost frantic. You clung to him, your fingers digging into his shoulders as he drove into you, his breath hot and ragged against your ear.
"Fuck... you feel so good," he groaned, his voice barely a whisper, but the raw emotion behind it sent a thrill through your entire body. The tension between you, the weeks of pent-up frustration and unspoken desire, all came pouring out in the way he fucked youâhard, fast, and with a reckless abandon that left you breathless.
Every thrust pushed you closer to the edge, your moans growing louder despite your best efforts to stay quiet. Logan's hand quickly covered your mouth again, his other arm wrapped tightly around your waist to keep you steady as he pounded into you. "Quiet," he rasped, though the quiver in his voice betrayed his own struggle to keep silent. "Can't let them hear how badly you want this. How badly you want me."
The filthy words pushed you over the edge. Your body tightened around him, pleasure crashing through you in waves, and Logan groaned loudly against your ear as he followed you over the edge, his hips stuttering as he spilled inside you.
For a moment, the world outside the closet ceased to exist, leaving only the sound of your ragged breaths and the aftershocks of your release. Logan kept his forehead pressed against yours, his chest heaving as he tried to regain control.
Finally, he pulled back slightly, his hand still resting on your waist as he looked into your eyes, the intensity in his gaze softened by the shared experience. "You alright?" he asked, his voice low and hoarse.
You nodded, still catching your breath, the weight of what just happened slowly sinking in. But there was no time to dwell on itâfootsteps sounded in the distance, reminding you both that the danger was far from over.
Logan adjusted your clothes quickly, his hands surprisingly gentle despite what had just transpired. "We gotta move," he whispered, his tone back to business, though the lingering heat in his eyes told you that what had just happened was far from forgotten.
With one last, lingering look, Logan cracked the door open, peering out to make sure the coast was clear. Then, with a silent nod, he took your hand, leading you out of the closet and back into the chaos that awaited.
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Soulmate | Oscar Piastri Ver.
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Oscar x soulmate!reader
Summery: You live in a world where you hear your soulmateâs thoughts.
Warning: jealousy, curse words?
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Oscar Masterlist
Max Ver. , Lewis Ver. , Charles Ver.
You live in a world where soulmates could communicate through thoughts, it was both a blessing and a curse. After you meet your soulmate itâs definitely a blessing but before that you just get random thoughts through your mind, you canât control what your soulmate hears and donât know what they do and what they donât. And the way to start controlling it, is kissing. Yes, sharing a soulmate kiss is the way to be able to control your thoughts. Youâre not responsible. Itâs like getting to know someone so deeply and fully but not really. No way of getting to them, you just have a few pieces of the puzzle and you have to put it together without the picture on the box.
The first time you heard his voice in your mind, you were ten years old. It was a simple thought, something about the sky being unusually grey, and it had felt like an echo of your own thoughts. You had no idea what was happening, even if it was described to you before, it still felt new and weird. But you couldn't deny the connection, it was like hearing your own thoughts, like the voice is a part of you.
As the years passed, the voice remained a constant companion. It was both thrilling and confusing to hear snippets of thoughts from someone you had never met, but know so well. His voice was calm, collected and often tinged with an air of judgments. His thoughts were never directed towards you, just his musings and reflection that drifted into your consciousness. One of the things you heard from your soulmate and helped shape your life, is his love for karting, you knew he loved racing, and so you have taken to watching motorsport, NASCAR, IndyCar, MotoGP and Formula1 to name a few. It fills your life, keeping up with these sports. But you enjoyed them all the same, your major in university was in athletic training and exercise science.
Loving sports and how athletes train and work hard for their sport has been a passion of yours. You heard your soulmate train many times, how much he struggled but preserved, and that made you want to pursue working with athletes even more. Since you've been an avid Motorsport watcher for years, you sent in your resume to all the sports' emails, all the teams in all of the different sports. And you heard back from F1 Academy, they would have you in as a trainer for Bianca, whose under McLaren, her trainer was leaving soon and she needed a new one, and that gave you the opportunity to train with them for a bit before you would take the role of her trainer.
The F1 paddock was a love with the hum of engines and the chatter of team members preparing for the day's practice sessions.
"Stay focused on your lines, Bianca, remember, it's all about consistency." You said, patting her on the back as she adjusted her helmet.
"I will, thanks." She smiled before heading to her car.
As you turned to head back to the F1 Academy McLaren garage, a stray thought intruded into your mind, clear and distinct.
âAnother long day ahead. Hope we can nail the set up this time.â You paused, momentarily disoriented. This wasn't unusual; on race days you'd hear things related to racing, and as off the last year you had a feeling that your soulmate was in the Formula serious, and more likely in Formula 1, that helped narrow down your search from the 7 billion people in the world to just the ones working in Formula series and then it narrowed it down to drivers, since he's been karting and then racing since you could hear his thoughts. You glanced around and spotted Lando Norris, laughing and chatting animatedly with a group of engineers, he's here to watch the academy race. Could it be? Lando was always so lively and easy going, it made sense that it could be him and heâs one of the single drivers without a soulmate.
After the academy race you and Bianca made it to the formula 1 Mclaren garage, and with a new sense of curiosity, you approached the garage where Oscar was standing, reviewing data on a tablet. Oscar was known for his calm and quiet demeanour and intense focus. He barely spoke, but his racing skills spoke volumes.
'Great, another adjustment, just what we need.'
You chuckled as another thought invaded your mind. softly, convinced more and more that it's Lando with each new thought. The thoughts matched Lando's personality.
"Morning, Oscar." You greeted the driver warmly.
"Morning." He looked up briefly, giving you a polite nod, his face was as unreadable as ever.
'why so serious all the time!â
The thought drifted to your mind and you couldn't help but agree. Oscar's stoic exterior was such a stark contrast to the thoughts you thought were coming from Lando. As the day went on, you found yourself listening more intently, trying to piece together the puzzle of your soulmate's identity. Each time you heard a thought you looked towards Lando, watching his animated gestures and easy smile. It all seemed to fit.
Meanwhile, Oscar worked quietly in the background, his thoughts a constant, subtle presence.
'I need to improve my lap times, focus.â He was always focused, always pushing himself.
Weeks went by, and the thoughts in your mind continued to shape your perception of Lando as your soulmate. You somehow convinced yourself that his easy going nature and frequent thoughts aligned perfectly, but there's always that little bit of doubt in the back of your mind that kept you from talking to Lando about him being your possible soulmate.
One afternoon you were busy in the paddock working with Bianca on her fitness routine. After doing a grid jog with her, you went through a gruelling set of exercises.
'she works so hard, I wish I could tell her how much I admire her dedication.â
You smile, thinking that Lando was admiring Bianca's progress.
"Lando's such a nice guy, don't you think?" You commented to Bianca, who was catching her breath after the last exercise. Bianca looked up from her spot and raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah, he's nice, but why bring him up now?" You shrugged brushing it
off.
"Just a thought." As both you and Bianca walked back to the McLaren motorhome, you saw Lando talking with some of the team, joking and laughing with them, you felt something warm in you. You smiled thinking it's your connection with Lando, looking around the room you spotted Oscar watching you, and as always an unreadable expression on his face.
At one point the team decided to book a restaurant and invited everyone out for a bonding dinner, and you found yourself sitting next to Lando, who you spent the night speaking and laughing with. He was as lively and as charming as ever.
"You know, I've been thinking about soulmates a lot lately." Lando said casually, taking a sip from his drink. "It's strange how we can hear their thoughts, but it's not always clear who they are."
"Tell me about it." You replied, laughing. "It's like you're trying to sort the puzzle pieces and put them in place."
âIâve done it.â
This thought came through more seriously than the rest. You glanced at Lando and he was making a joke with the person next to him, the thought didn't fit the mood he's in but you brushed it off. As the night went on and you and Lando shared stories and got closer to each other, Oscar observed the both of you. He knew. But as frustrated as he was, he kept it all in, his exterior calm and collected. However Oscar's patience was wearing thin, he knew you were his soulmate. It took him a while to figure it out, but your thoughts just fit in, and he seemed to receive your thoughts more than you did his. His every thought that went your way seemed to be miscommunicated and interpreted as Lando's. The more that happened the more it was harder for him to get to you.
Oscar even tried to focus all his energy to send his thoughts to you, even though he knew itâs impossible.
'it's me not Lando, I wish you could hear me clearly!â
But he watched you as you didn't react at all. But no, you were engrossed in a conversation with Lando.
âWhy can't you see me?â
His frustration was palpable, but he didn't know how to bridge the gap.
There was these moments that just left you confused, when the thoughts you
had in your mind didn't fit what Lando was doing. For an instant, you were with Bianca looking over some data, when the thought went through your mind.
'She's incredible at what she does, I wish she knew how much I respect her?â
You looked around and saw Lando smiling with his mechanic, in the middle of a story. Oscar was looking intently at the screen in front of him.
"Thanks, Bianca." You found yourself saying, feeling confused. "You too."
"Uh, what? Sure?" She replied, clearly confused as well.
The more time you spent with Lando the more you felt like there's something wrong in the back of your mind, because you and Lando continued to grow closer. Lando is fun and light-hearted, but the thoughts you heard often carried a depth and seriousness that didn't always match his personality, and the judge-ness in them you wouldn't match with him.
Oscar was reaching his breaking point, he had no idea how long he could take it, seeing his soulmate this close to his teammate left him uneasy. He knew that there's nothing more going on between the two of you but friendship, and you only felt close to him and weren't attracted to Lando. That left him wondering how you didn't notice that you weren't attracted to Lando, because the moment he noticed you and realised that you're his soulmate the attraction and connection he felt towards you was undeniable.
Oscar walked into the motorhome and saw you on one of the sofas going over some notes for Bianca, he looked around and saw how empty the room is, and decided to just gather all his courage and go up to talk to you.
"Hey, y/n." Oscar greeted and sat on the other end of the sofa, his voice breaking your concentration.
âHey, Oscar, how are you doing?" You asked the Australian driver with a smile on your face, that his heart clenched.
"I'm good, how about you?"
"I'm alright, what's up?" You asked, still feeling a little surprised by his approach.
Oscar seemed to be second guessing what he wanted to say as he hesitated. "Do you ever feel like you're trying to tell someone something important, but they just don't get it."
You look up at him and hum as you think through his question, your eyes meeting his. There's a depth in his eyes that you haven't noticed before. "All the time." You admitted, a hint of frustration in your voice.
âI wish you could hear what I'm really thinking.â
His thoughts followed. The connection was undeniable, but the reality was too confusing to process fully. You started to feel a growing doubt about Lando being your soulmate. Shouldnât you know 100% when you meet your soulmate?
As the days went on, tension started growing between you, Lando and Oscar, it was all mounting to something heading somewhere but you have no idea where.
The Hungarian weekend had no F1 Academy race but you found yourself attending the race weekend with the team nonetheless. There was something in you that told you, you had to be there this weekend, and no matter how much you tried to ignore it you couldn't. And so here you are.
This weekend looks so good for Mclaren, the team has been on an incline all season, the boys have been on top this season. Gaining valuable points for the constructors championship. They were closing in on RedBull since Max seemed to be the only one gaining points at this point. Qualifying went by so well, with Lando and Oscar securing a 1-2 for the team. For some reason you found yourself on Lando's side of
the garage, and just as they were about to head out to the track for the start of the race you called out to him.
"Good luck, Lando." You said with a smile, which he returned.
"Thank you." Lando hesitated for a moment before he turned and left, you tilted your head slightly in thought, humming to yourself.
You turned to walk to the back of the garage so you're out of the way for the race, your eyes fell onto Oscar.
"Good luck, Oscar." You tell the Aussie and he gives you a nod in reply before he too heads out, his head a bit down.
'Can't I ever win?'
The thought went through your head and once again you're confused. Lando won in Miami, yes, time went on since then, but he still won. Is he not talking about racing then? But what else would he mean on a race day?
By the first corner Oscar is leading, you find yourself cheering for him more than Lando, hoping in your heart it's him that would win. Your eye kept going to the gap between Lando and Oscar throughout the race hoping it wouldn't close. Your hands were clasped together and your eyes were glued to the screens.
You knew instantly that Mclaren missed up big time when they called in Lando before they did Oscar. Oscar is leading, he should be the one prioritised, they said it's to cover Lewis, and yes there's a threat form Lewis but the Mercedes doesn't have the pace of the Mclaren, them winning in the UK was all because of their strategy, you hope that Mclaren doesn't miss up the race for the drivers just because of their strategies again.
Your heart clenched when the team asked Lando to give position to Lando and he wouldn't listen. Oscar deserved the win, he's been doing so great, not making any mistakes during the race, he was ahead for so long with a good gap between him and Lando and if it weren't for the pitstop he'd still be the one leading, he'd be winning his first grand prix. With Oscar it was always a when not an if and you hopped the when would be today.
'I need this win.â
That thought made your heart break, the voice was desperate, needy. Was it Oscar? Or was it Lando? Who is your soulmate, there's no doubt in your mind that it's one of them, but, who?
The team went on back and forth with Lando for what seemed like forever, but the stubbornness of drivers wouldn't let him follow the team order. Oscar's race engineer kept reassuring him that Lando would let him through but as the laps went on and time ticked it seemed like it wouldn't happen. All that and Oscar kept calm.
'He can't have everything, he can't make her only see him and take the win from me.â
Your heart stopped and your eyes went wide. Oh god, there's no doubt in your mind now. You know who your soulmate is. And you've been wrong for so long. You went back through every thought you had lately and there's no doubt in your mind that Oscar is your soulmate and he knew that you're his soulmate. He knew. And he's seen you getting all close and cosy with Lando, he's seen it all.
It's 3 laps to the end when Lando drastically slows down to let Oscar by, the team manipulation finally works, and Lando decides to stop being childish. This is a weekend where you're not proud to be a part of the team. They messed up everything for both Lando and Oscar, and Lando wasn't helping in the slightest. Your heart went out to Oscar and it wasn't just because he's your soulmate. It's because he deserves this win, he's worked so hard for this and he's wanted this for years, since as long as you could remember. Oscar crossed the line becoming the 115th grand prix winner. You don't know why or when, but tears gathered in your eyes and you struggled to keep them in, they just flowed. Your hand was pressed to your lips. He's the 7th winner of 2024 in 13 races, it took Oscar a season and a half to win his first grand prix. The best rookie since Lewis Hamilton. And he just won.
Hearing his team radio had you boiling with rage. His voice wasn't happy. Instead of crying of happiness, or screaming in excitement, he was apologising to the team for making this hard on them, when it was Lando that made it hard, and it was the team that put them in that position in the first place.
'I won, I freaking won, oh god. I thought I'd be happier.'
The tears you were fighting won, and slipped from your eyes in waves, you must look crazy crying while looking at the screen.
"y/n, are you okay?" One of the team members asked you in concern, you wave her off and try to muster a smile.
"Yeah, just my soulmate." You tell her and she nods in understanding.
You make your way to the back of the podiums, at the staircase, where the top three will be coming off. You stand to the side, and Lewis is the first to descend and leave followed by the Mclaren team member taking the constructor's trophy, which the team certainly didn't deserve this weekend. Following him were the two drivers, Lando followed by Oscar. Looking at Oscar now, you could tell he isn't 100% happy. You slip between everyone. Lando sees you first, he thinks you're going to him, but your eyes are focused solely on Oscar, you don't even register anything else right now. Oscar was looking at the trophy before he looked up, his eyes meeting yours before they flickered to Lando, he too thought you're here for Lando.
The guilt is eating at you. You push all your feelings aside and just throw your arms around Oscar, he huffs in surprise of your body hitting his. He wasn't expecting your hug. One of his arms wrapped around you instantly, your body buzzing, as electricity went through your body. A feeling that Oscar shared with you. One of the Mclaren team members took the trophy from Oscar not wanting it to break, and Oscar's other arm wrapped around you and he hugged you closer. Your body was flushed with his.
"You're an asshole." You mutter as you once again fight the tears.
"Me?" He chuckles and you feel the vibration rumbling through his body.
"You knew, and didn't tell me." You whine, his hands go to your back.
"I know, I'm sorry." Oscar whispers in your ear and you sigh.
"Congratulations, Oscar, I'm so incredible proud of you and happy for you." You tell your soulmate and hold him even tighter. "I know how much you've worked for this, and how much you dreamt and thought about this."
"You're my lucky charm." He tells you with a smile on his lips, you pull back and meet his eyes.
"Doubt it." You say and sniff a little, wiping the tears that left your eye away, it's then that you start to notice everyone around you. Your face flushes and you pull back from Oscar. "I uh, I should let you go do your duties."
"Yeah, you probably should." Oscar says and looks at everyone that's still around, they're trying to give you two privacy but they're un mistakenly looking and listening
to the both of you. "I'll find you after."
"Okay." Oscar walks away, there's a pip in his step that wasn't there before. Not only did he win the race, he won you.
'What a nice ass.â
You think and Oscar glances over his shoulder at you and smirks. You blush and turn and escape your embarrassment. You need to kiss already.
You couldnât get a hold of Oscar until after the team celebration, he sees you standing to the side after heâs been sprayed and taken pictures with the team. The smile on his face widens and you see his teeth, it makes you smile. He holds the trophy in one hand and takes yours in the other before heâs pulling you through the garage, through hallways until you reach his room. He walks in before you sets the trophy down before he twists, your back hits the door slamming it shut. You manage to close your eyes before his lips are on yours. You gasp from the surprise, his lips are a bit chapped but all you can taste and smell is champagne. One of his hands cups your cheek while the other is on your waist, your hands land on his chest. You shiver feeling the muscles under your fingers. The flood gates open.
âfuck, Iâve been wanting to do this.â
âyou taste like champagne.â
âyou taste like cherry, your favourite chapstick.â
Oscar hums and you smile through the kiss, your nose nudging his as you tilt your head to the side deepening the kiss.
âI think we need to slow down.â
âI know.â
But you donât slow down, Oscar only pulls you closer the hand on your waist moves under your shirt feeling your skin gets him groaning in your mouth.
âwe actully need to slow down.â
With this last thought from you, you slow down the kiss. When Oscar goes to pull away you canât help but chase after his lips. He chuckles and presses three kisses to your lips before he pulls away and takes half a step back, you lean your head on the door and take your soulmate in.
âYouâre so hot.â You tell him, taking him in, in his race suit, his fireproof shirt tight on his shoulders, chest and biceps.
âGood to know.â Oscar smirks, his tone sassy, and you meet his eyes, the twinkle in them that you see now, fits with the thought you have in your mind.
âHuh, interesting.â You mutter.
âWhat?â
"Nothing, just finish what you have to before we can go." You tell Oscar, patting his chest before you kiss his cheek, turn and leave the room, knowing that the team must have other things to film with him still.
After all, Oscar Piastri is a Grand Prix winner. Oscar does end up filming a few things for Mclaren social media accounts. You stand in the garage with one of the photographers, he shows you some of the pictures he took today on his camera, when Lando comes up to the two of you.
"Any good pictures of me?" He asks with a smile, honestly it looked a tad bit forced, but he's had one hell of a race today.
"Yeah, a bunch." You tell him and he looks at the screen as the photographer flips through the display and shows Lando the pictures he took today. You point out the ones you like and talk about the moments those pictures were taken, but soon the photographer had to go, do some editing for them to be posted on social media.
You and Lando stood there for an awkward silence, you've never shared an awkward moment with Lando before, but the reason you started getting close to him in the first place is because you thought he's your soulmate. Not that you want to stop being his friend or anything.
"So, Oscar is your soulmate?" Lando asked, even though he knows Oscar is your soulmate, every team member was talking about it, and he's seen the hug, he's seen the smile on Oscar's face, how in peace and content he was.
"Yeah, turns out he is." You tell him with a smile, just the thought of Oscar gets you smiling now. There's a beat of silence.
"Did you think I was your soulmate?" Lando asked timidly, his voice dropped and you almost missed what he said, you bit your bottom lip slightly feeling a bit anxious, and guilty.
"Yeah, I-uh I did." You admit to Lando and you watch as his face drops. "But Oscar being my soulmate won't change anything, I enjoy your company and I enjoy being your friend."
"I think it changes a few things... not that Oscar being your soulmate is a bad thing, but you only getting close to me to see if I'm your soulmate." Lando says and he looks away to hide the hurt he's feeling, despite what some people think, Lando sometimes struggles with making friends, and he doesn't see them all the time, even Max F. But you're always there, whenever Bianca is racing you're there, and with the races for the academy being on F1 race weekends this year, it means you're there for half of the season, more than he can say about anyone else in his circle of friends.
"But it doesn't have to." You try to plead with him, he's had a rough day and the last thing you want is to make it even tougher. "Lando you have to believe that I enjoy being your friend, I should have realised sooner that you're not my soulmate, but I think I still would've gotten to know you better anyways."
"I don't know." He didn't sound too sure, but it's better than nothing. You'll take what you get, maybe after he calms down and has some time to think he'll be okay again.
"I understand what you're saying." You give Lando a small smile and put your hand on his arm in comfort. "Take the time you need to think about what you want to do, and I'll respect your decision, but just know that I like having you as a friend and I would like to keep you as a friend."
Lando only manages a nod, you see Oscar from over his shoulder.
âAre you waiting for me?â
âYeah, but take all the time you need!â
"Are you going back to Monaco today?" You ask Lando, he nods.
"Okay, I'll see you next week then." You tell him, smile and walk away.
"Everything okay?" Oscar asks once you're out of the garage and heading to the car park.
"Yeah, I'll tell you later."
You end up on the sofa in Oscar's room, you're sharing a room with another girl, and his room is bigger. It was the perfect place for you two to talk.
"I have a question." You say, and look at Oscar, his hand is in yours as you play with his fingers.
"Go ahead." You glance at your hands before you clear your throat and ask.
"Why haven't you said anything?"
"I wanted you to figure it out like I did, I didnât think it would take you that long, and the feelings you get when you know who your soulmate is, that's a feeling I wanted you to have." Oscar told you softly.
"Yet, all I felt was guilt for not figuring it out earlier." You admit and meet his eyes. You wished he told you earlier, it would have made things easier.
"I-I guess, I haven't thought about it like that." Oscar frowns, he didn't think of it like that, but he remembers figuring it out, and how warm and bubbly he felt then, it's a feeling unlike any other he's ever felt before. "But I don't want you to feel bad or guilty, I understand how hard it is."
âBut Iâve gotten so close to Lando thinking that heâs my soulmate, and youâve seen all of that, and now heâs hurt feeling a bit used.â You say and a small pout makes its way on your lips.
âI feel bad about that, Iâm not going to lie, seeing you with him made me doubt you being my soulmate a bit, but I knew youâd know itâs me eventually.â Oscar said. âAnd Lando would have done the same thing if he thought youâre his soulmate, his emotions are just on a high, next week everything will be back to normal.â
âYou think so?â
âI know so.â
"Wait, how did you figure it was me?" It just occurred to you.
"I heard you thinking about Bianca, and I knew you were studying to be an athlete trainer, plus since we were young I heard you think about racing." Oscar tells you, and you roll your eyes at how good his detective skill is.
"I wonder who's fault it is." Oscar chuckles, before he shrugs, his eyebrows raised, acting all innocent. He practically is the reason you're doing what you're doing right now.
"I just put two and two together."
"And were you sure?"
"100%, except a couple days you were so close with Lando, but then I heart your thoughts about that meal in hospitality and then you were talking about it with Bianca."
"Now I'm feeling even more shitty." You groan and throw your head back, melting into the sofa. Oscar smiles and pulls on your arm, you raise your head to look at him.
"Don't, every soulmate meeting is different." Oscar says and brings your hand up to his lips for a couple of kisses. You sit in silence for a few minutes.
"Right, Oscar, did you call you mum?"
"Shit!" Oscar scrambles off to get his phone and call his mother, he'll get a telling for not calling her yet.
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tw. pseudocest, noncon, possessiveness, grooming?, age gap, blood, murder, a lot of trauma bonding
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okkotsu yuuta x fem!reader
Blood is splattered on the ground of the dirty alley, and thereâs another heavy thump when his kick once again lands on the kidâs skull and he moans in pain. He calls him a kid in his head because heâs got that shit-faced little attitude, and now an ugly gap where his front teeth used to sit, but he should be old enough to know better. As a couple passes by the narrow street, he shields things from view a little, before using the long edge of his sheathed sword to push the dumb, bloody face to the side. Because his eyes are starting to look like two overripe tomatoes from the impact, he couches down before the sandy brunet.
âYou know what this is about?â Yuutaâs voice is hoarse. He hadnât really noticed it before, but itâs been a busy week cleaning up your messes. Donât get him wrong, he doesnât mind. If anything, it makes him feel sort of useful. Youâre good and kind and donât get into trouble on purpose â which is why heâs here late at night making sure things get handled. Niisanâs got it, after all. He doesnât bother to clear his voice. âHey.â
âTake my cash,â the young man below him now whistles through the missing teeth, teary eyes darting around as he pats his hand all over himself to look for a wallet.
Yuuta scoffs. âI donât want your money. If I did, you think Iâd waste my time beating your face in like you had it coming?â The anxious, almost nervous lilt to his own voice doesnât escape him. If you could see him now, youâd probably say that he was enjoying this too much - and while he is, the idea of this getting back to you doesnât escape his mind. It wonât though, logically speaking. The kid probably wouldnât be able to see straight for a couple hours, and you will never find out. âI want to know why youâre hanging around Rikaâs kid sister.â
âKid? W- I donât know any Rika!â He yelps when he tries to lift his head and gets the handle of the weapon hit hard onto the bridge of his nose again, adding more blood to the mess thatâs running all over the bottom of his face. Yuuta really canât see it, lifting his top lip in slight disgust. Handsome, where? Just as much as this boy isnât really a kid anymore, neither are you. But youâre younger, and deserving of protection â is it really so bad he wants to imagine you as his baby sister for a bit longer before you start trying to escape from under his wings?
Not that youâre going to go anywhere.
âI donât know a Rika,â the blond whines again now, hiding his face into his hands to drool and hiccup against the cold floor.
âOrimoto Rika, has a kid sister.â Yuuta bites back, patience running really thin.
âO-I- I kn- oh, weâre in the same uni prep class!â He gets up to close his eyes and focus all his attention on not just kicking against his skull until the answers fall out. He knows that, how else would he even know to ask? The head damage takes it a few seconds to make the guy continue, sniffling. âWeâre friends- or- my friend knew her. I liked her so we hung out a few times.â Yuutaâs hand is cold around the worn handle.
He takes a slow breath, watches the cloud of air as he lets it out. The promise ring glints in the light of the street, and itâs all familiarity and instinct that makes him brush his thumb over it. âWere you serious with her? Or did you tell her whatever so you could fuck her? Hm? Did you fuck my little sister?â The brunet snivels and whines under him when his foot lands back right before his face, demanding attention.
âI wonât talk to her anymore, I swear! I swear I w-wonât even - itâll be like I never existed. Please.â The pitiful whining heâs doing, groveling like a dog below him - sort of reminds him of a younger him. Someone who didnât have a purpose yet, and was scared of everything for it. The heavy weight of the ring clings to his hand when he lifts it to unsheath the katana, seeming to wrap a comforting palm around his own. If he could, he'd tangle fingers with her.
âP-please, let me go home! I didnât do- I wouldnât touch your s-sister, I didnât know.â
âI hate guys who arenât serious with her.â He clicks his tongue, and has to spit out the nasty taste that this entire situation leaves on his tongue. The weight of the sword is barely an inconvenience when both hands wrap around the handle properly. Heâs doing this for Rika and him. Always. âShe deserves so much better.â A mean flash of possession crosses his thoughts - how no one except him will ever be good enough. But he pushes it back, because that has nothing to do with why heâs doing this. Nothing.
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âYuuta~â Her voice haunts when he closes his eyes.
Heâs in the sandpit of the Childrenâs hospital, rocking back and forth softly on the edge of it as he waits. The sun makes the sand nice and toasty, it warms his feet when he plants them down. âYuuta!â Itâs instinctive, when he looks up at the familiar voice. Rikaâs hair travels in a perfect arc behind her when she runs to make it catch the light like a halo. Pretty blue dress making the shine of her hair even brighter, cheeks rosy, and her eyes glittering diamonds when they find his and she crashes down next to him. Her scraped knee is proof that itâs too hard, but he canât help but smile when her cheek touches his arm on the landing.
Something hits the floor with a loud thump.
Yuuta turns over his shoulder to watch. Thereâs a smaller child thatâs chin down on the earth behind them two, thick crocodile tears threatening to spill when Rika gasps. âRika neechan~ Wait.â You pout, straightening up quicker than you should to reach your hands out to her. The girl hurries over to dust your cheeks off and drag you along behind her. Itâs such a nice day out, Yuutaâs sweater is just thick enough to make his entire body warm. He stares at your face a little too long, before glancing between you two.
Youâre still rounder than she is, but itâs undeniably eerie. âYour sister?â He asks softly, and Rika grins wide. She gently maneuvers you by the hand to sit next to her, then pulls you into a hug.
Her lips are pretty pink when she licks them. âThis is Yuuta. Say âhi Yuutaâ.â You parrot your sister obediently, as she waves your hand around at him. âMe and Yuuta are going to get married. So you should be very nice to him, okay?â Her sweet cheeks are the exact same as yours, long lashes and big, knowing eyes that always have him staring. You just look absentmindedly at the grass when Rika holds you into her side, but nod.
He smiles softly when your big eyes find his again. And Rika giggles. âAnd sheâs gonna be your sister one day, so you gotta protect her well. Weâre gonna be one happy family, promise?â She extends her arm to hold out a pinky finger at him. âThatâs what I want.â
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His fingers are pressing indents into your arm. Itâs unusual. Yuutaâs always gentle, heâs soft and cares, but today his hand is screwed almost protectively tight around your upper arm, and you canât say that you hate the feeling. Maybe childishly, you want him to squeeze even harder - so youâll have no reason to get out.
You donât come here a lot. Not since the accident tore open the painful scarred memory of it, but even before then, it wasnât exactly your favorite place. Itâs at Yuutaâs gentle prompting that you even managed to dress, and now walk however slowly between the low stone walls. The rain taps impatiently on the umbrella above, as the older boy casts you a careful glance. Then slowly bends to sit on his ankles, and grabs your hand ever so softly, meeting your eyes. His hands, though big enough to dwarf yours now, are almost velvety when they clasp around yours. It feels like heâs exponentially grown, while youâve stayed pretty much the same.
Partly the illness. Mostly the age.
âThink you can go on?â he softly asks, kind eyes sympathetically regarding you. Like heâs making a judgment call about whether to turn back after all - debating the long walk back to the hospital. âIâll be right here with you.â
âYouâve already gone before, havenât you?â Your voice sounds a bit accusatory, a bit pouty too. Canât be helped. Yuuta could be a living saint and youâd still find it hard. He clearly doesnât take it to heart, because he smiles. His one hand then moves up to ruffle your hair.
âItâs still hard for me too, though,â his lips quirk up in an almost smile, but you can tell he doesnât mean it. Itâs sort of comforting to know that even someone like him feels it. Of course he would. Your neesan was family, but Yuuta probably knew her better than you ever could. He was beside her when she got out the two times, and was waiting when she had to get re-admitted. He was there when she got hitâ thereâs a comforting brush of your cheek when he stands back up and the umbrella gets so much higher. Yuuta blinks. âCome. I think you can do it.â
Your chubby cheeks flood with warmth, as you take his fingers into your hands with a nod. âOkay.â
Itâs like this that you wind up at the headstone, stepping through dredged earth thatâs been walked on too much. It seems to cling to the bottoms of your shoes with intent - you squeeze Yuuta niiâs hand tighter at the sight of the family grave. It now holds three of your kin in a warm embrace under the several bouquets of wilting flowers, and however morbidly, you think that maybe youâll be joining soon. Youâre young, but itâs not lost on you when the nurses send each other pitying looks.
âIs this where neesanâs buried?â Your voice sounds pinched and small, and sort of pathetic. You imagine Yuuta nii cried when he came to the funeral, but he wouldnât have whined. Youâre whining. You donât want Yuuta to get fed up with you. Not when heâs the last semblance of âfamilyâ you have left. After a while of staring blankly at the stone, he nods, and turns over his shoulder to smile at you again, pulling you a little closer to him. Your arms loop around his waist, staring down at the pretty whites that shake under the rain. âIs this where Iâll be buried when I die?â
He freezes. You feel bad about the double take he does when his spine goes more straight, rigid limbs dropping by his side as a deep, uncomfortable breath makes its way out. Your hands wring together instead.
However long it takes for him to unlock his limbs is however long you breathe through your tears as they well up stubbornly along your lash line, before your head is pulled to his ribs into an embrace. He swallows back emotion himself. âThatâs not- Iâm not going to let anything happen to you. I promise. I promise.â
âIâm sick-â
âNo.â His eyes glint with something silvery when he takes your face between both hands and lets your childishness wash over him, clenching his jaw. âWhat happened to Rika was an accident- I- I couldnât do anything then. But nothingâs going to happen to you as long as Iâm here. I need- you to believe me.â
You donât flinch when he uses your cheek to turn your face his way, but the urge still sits. His eyes study your face too intently, like heâs looking for something he canât quite find. âI promised that Iâd be a niichan that protects you.â
Rain splatters into a million glistening flecks as it meets the headstone.
âOkay,â you say.
It isnât lost on you that his jaw is set too tight as he drags you back by the hand towards his bike, fist clenched around the umbrella. He breathes a tiny, âLater, Rikaâ before turning on his heel. You donât manage the same. Your voice gets stuck in your throat, even when he helps you up onto the bike rack in the back, pulling your face into his chest too tight- squeezes you to mold against him. He smells nice for a teen boy. The kiss he leaves on your crown is gentle, and leaves a soft warmth on your skin â You doubt it is really meant for you.
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The door pushes open as youâre putting clips into your bangs, tongue trapped between your teeth. You cast Yuuta a glance through the mirror when he lingers at the door, and try to smile. âIâm almost ready.â Youâre no longer too keen on fighting, the longer the silent treatment drags on. After a while of watching you with his arms crossed over his chest â he walks over to your bed to plop himself down and lets himself fall backward.
âIâm sorry,â the noiret sighs at nothing in particular, as you put on a necklace and after debating for a second, some perfume. The noise makes Yuuta look, studying you when you turn. Itâs easy to forget sometimes that Yuuta didnât have to stay with you, and he sure as hell didnât have to give up a lot of his youth to take care of you like he does. Like your other family refuses to do when all the cards are on the table. He catches your stare. âYou know I love you. I⊠worry when youâre not right here where I can see you. We stick together.â
âI know.â Your smile only barely makes your lips move, but you do mean it. You just wish realizations like this didnât always have to come at the cost of fighting. âFor what itâs worth, Iâll probably always forgive you.â You try to laugh, and brush your hair out of your eyes a final time before grabbing your bag. âIâm only going to be out for a few hours, max.â
Yuuta frowns when he sits up. His dark hair is brushed out of his face, damp and soft from the shower. âYouâre still going?â
You blank. âYeah, Himari and Shota are waiting for me. Weâre going to see a movie.â He only has to let his eyes travel over your body and clothing once, for you to read what heâs thinking. You yank the edge of your skirt a bit lower, and pull your shoulders up. âWhat, what?! I canât go out looking like this? Itâs basically the same length as my uniform, whatâs wrong with that?!â
âI didnât say anything,â he breathes back, empty eyes regarding you with a static sort of- indifference, you guess.
âYou donât have to, niichan! God!â You turn to walk out the room, but Yuuta grabs your wrist when you pass by the bed. Sat down like he is, eyes tracing you like a lion- Yuuta no longer looks like the boy that used to draw stars on the ceiling of your hospital room for your amusement. Your cheeks heat when he basically glares straight at you for your attitude, and mulls the answer around in his mouth. Your anger subsides as you take a breath. This is the guy who makes you fresh apple juice in the morning, and calls you up between shifts. Because he cares. He just cares.
âCan I please go, Yuuta nii?â
After a few seconds, he clicks his tongue, staring at the edge of your skirt before tugging at it too, barely hiding a frown you can see dig between his brows. âYou know I donât like that Shota kid?â
Your lips jut out. âYeahâŠâ Itâs getting awfully close to time to leave. You take a step back just to get his hands away from you. Itâs distracting, and this is your brother youâre dealing with. âBut heâs really nice. He started high school already but he used to be in my class the last three years, so⊠so you donât have to worry. He knows I canât do everything because Iâm sick and he saysââ
âYeah, Iâm sure he says everything you want to hear⊠Youâre smarter than this. You donât actually believe that.â
âHeâs my friend.â A friend that makes your heart beat a bit faster when he smiles at you, but whatâs it to him? âHe doesnât lie.â
Yuuta grimaces when you stare him down. âDonât tell me about teenage boys, I used to be one.â He bristles before sitting up straighter, and though heâs technically below you, you still feel his energy tower as those big, dark eyes stay on your face. âAre you really âgoing to see a movieâ? Or are you just going to sit in a boyâs room all night while Iâm worried sick-â
Youâre about ready to walk out, but his fingers are still looped around your wrist. âWe are going to the movies! Himari and I! Just because a boy is there- ugh! Niichan, donât make it weird!â The heat burns higher on your cheeks when you ball your fists, ignoring the pressure behind your eyes. This is so embarrassing. âI want to go.â
Itâs quiet for much too long, making goosebumps appear all over your exposed skin. Then he breathes. âCome here.â His voice has more of an edge than it used to. You used to like the way your name fell from his lips. Youâre not so sure you do anymore. Instead of storming out and forgetting all about him, you stare back at the sharpness in his eyes. When he pats his lap with familiarity, you jerk a brow. But you sit. His breath brushes along your neck too softly where heâs seated. It tickles on the way down.
It almost feels like⊠like he could wrap his hands around your neck and squeeze until you stopped struggling.
Yuuta nii wouldnât do that. He wouldnât.
Fingers come to your necklace, undoing it, and it drops into your lap on the pretty, blue skirt. Itâs suddenly much too cold in the room, and you resist the urge to wrap your arms around yourself. Itâs fine. Youâre fine. Yuuta is family.
Still the untouched skin of your neck feels too exposed.
If he notices your rigid posture, he doesnât bother fixing it. Just reaches, then pushes your head forward. The childishly familiar pink, bedazzled heart he holds up instead glints, swaying from where you left it on your side table for the night. âYou get back at 9,â his lower voice sounds, âor else Iâm driving out to wherever you are and dragging you back to my car.â When you donât say anything in response, he brushes away your hair from your shoulders.
âYuuta nii,â you start, clamming up when he drapes the dainty thing around your throat and does the closure for you. âI wasnât going to wear that one tonight.â You donât always want to wear whatever Rika left behind until infinity.
âI think you will,â he breathes back, and kisses your exposed shoulder. Itâs less sweet, more something to punctuate his statement. If he wasnât so familiar and soft, youâd immediately fight against the way his strong arms wind around your waist to anchor you in his lap. âJust wear it.â His hands stay against your skin, long after heâs finished. Too long, and after seconds of sitting in the tense silence, you jerk up off his lap to grab your discarded bag from the floor. The other necklace drops to the carpet somewhere, but you donât care.
âFine,â you bring out tightly, before giving him a last look. Your bottom lip trembles a slight bit, so you suck it into your mouth to make it stop. And tears sting at the corners despite yourself. âLater, then.â
âTell Himari that niichan says hello. Itâs been so long since sheâs been here.â He gets up from your bed too, and you resist the urge to rush out the room before him when he steps around you. You canât fight the feeling that somehow⊠you were just caught in your lie. Your phone beeps in your bag, as Yuuta nii disappears around the corner. Shota, probably.
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Blood. The door creaks, swings against the wind.
Dead.
You hope heâs dead. Blood pools at the center of the showers, sinks down the drain too slowly. It sticks to the pretty porcelain tiles of the old school locker room before the water gurgles it down.
Theyâre dead.
You donât have to question it before itâs confirmed. Before the heavy, silver cleaver is lodged into the side of the already ruined skull. All of them. All of the boys of the soccer team seem to be present, though you donât want to try and count. Counting makes it real. This shouldnât be. The heavy thump makes way for a gross squelch when he yanks the metal out, and keeps the body down with his foot.
The spatters on his face are still wet. You canât help the way your voice comes out when you breathe in deep and try to keep the tears from spilling over. The cleaverâs red and sticky and so is his hand, up to his forearm, his forehead from wiping his hair away. All of it, ruined.
âY-yuuta nii?â
The metal door of the locker slams closed with the wind and hits you in the back, sending you skittering forward a few steps before you force the air out of your lungs with a stuttered pant.
With a soft smile, he turns over his shoulder. âShhh.â The bloodâs crusted under his nails when he presses a finger to his lips, then waves you closer. âHelp niichan out?â His eyes glint over, before his smile goes a little wider, and he whips the blood off the weapon onto the ground. âSâ your fault I had to do this after all. We can clean up together. Hm?â
Your breathing is so shallow that you can feel your heartbeat in between your ears. You arenât sure why you nod. The guilt tastes bitter on the way down.
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Rika was dead on impact. She didnât have a chance, even after she fought so vehemently against what took your mom. You know that. Even if she didnât get struck by misfortune then, she mightâve not lived past her teens.
Yuuta doesnât seem to know. He also doesn't seem to consider the same for you eitherâ letting you toy with the edge of his shirt where youâre curled into him in your too-small bed. The hospital wants you back for another check-up.
Itâs true that youâve already outlived your sister, but that doesnât mean itâll last forever. Yuuta nii doesnât want to hear it. As he brushes your hair with his fingers, you scratch the arm where the IVâs always get attached with an absent minded pout. Until Yuuta notices, pouting down at you. âAre you still feeling dizzy? I can make you some green tea if youâll let go of me for a few minutes. Lots of honey like you like.â You quickly shake your head.
To him this is final, the worst youâll ever get, and in reality thatâs probably not the case. You donât tell him though. His deep eyes stay on you a little too long. âWhatâs wrong?â
Sometimes you wake up and canât open your eyes past a blurry sliver, your head tight enough to make your skull feel like itâs caving in. Times where you have to clasp your stomach painfully tight to hold yourself together â stumbling in tears into Yuutaâs room. Like youâll disintegrate in his arms unless you lock him around yourself. This isnât as bad, but you still feel bad.
Feverish and cold all at once, achy where your stomach goes up and down. You canât mention the possibility of having to go back into urgent care without aniiki spiraling, so you keep your mouth shut. âI donât like green tea,â you guiltily admit instead, and stare up at him when he holds a few knuckles to your head, studying you.
His expression scrutinizes you a little tighter, before he pets over your crown. He presses a soft kiss onto your lips. Itâs Rika that loved it, you want to say, but for some reason you canât make the words come out. He sighs, slightly put out, but then nods. âIf youâre feeling better later, maybe you can help Yuuta nii with the curry. Okay?â
âMhm,â you smile up at him, and you can see how the muscles in his jaw unclench.
His soft hands cup your face intently, staring down at you too intently. It starts sweet, until the feeling of his breath dust over your face and you watch as he flicks his eyes all over you. âYou look so much like her. I can tell now that youâre getting older though,â his thumb smoothes over your soft cheek. âWe should see if thereâs something in Rikaâs stuff you can still wear.â
âWonât be able to fit it anymore, niichan.â Your voice comes out apologetic, though you donât know why.
âHm. You might be right.â His look goes more distant before he pulls you closer. Legs tangled, arms loosely looped around you. âYouâre still smaller than me though. Luckily.â He takes a deep breath, before nuzzling his nose into your crown to breathe long and deep. His warm hands trail over yours before squeezing. âI love you, you know that? Always will.â
You stare at the wall of mementos past Yuutaâs shoulder. Suffocatingly cram packed. Her pictures. Her music poster. Her pre-teen bottle of perfume you wear only on special occasions. Your hands stop toying with the edge of his shirt to brush instead along his forearm until you meet something that isnât skin. Yuutaâs quiet, but his breathing is slightly pinchedâ you donât mean to.
You glance between you two to the plastic your finger hooks onto. The bracelet she made in the hospital care ward for Yuuta that he still wears despite the fact that the color has long peeled off of the cheap beads. âYou loved neesan, right?â Your lashes almost brush when you look back at him, watch him trap his tongue between his teeth for a moment as pink sits on his cheeks. His hand wraps around yours to tangle fingers.
âI⊠did.â
He swallows. âShe made the hospital seem a little less lonely.â The mementos seem to stare at you from across the room as he speaks, and the uncomfortable feeling in your stomach refuses to fade. If anything, it gets more painful. Tighter. âWeâre going to be together forever though. And I,â he squeezes your hand, voice fading to barely a whisper, âI love you. Love you so much.â
There's a cold slid over your fingers when he moves. You allow him to slip off the band, gently, and almost as if he wants to give it to you without you noticing, his fingers slide the cursed thing onto your hand instead. His smile is gentle, makes those dark eyes look a little less pressing. âWhen youâre cleared from going back to the hospital, we can find me a matching one. We still have to get married, right?â
The room feels cold.
â... Okay.â
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âLetâs kiss?â
Itâs too late to be early when the shared bed gets crowded over on your side. âSt- Iâm going to sleep, Yuuta nii. Stop.â You donât open your eyes to the touch, definitely not to the gentle brush of his fingers over your lips when he gets too close. Always too close- itâs suffocating. âI donât wanna talk about it anymore.â
âDonât be like that.â He sounds happy. He always sounds like that when it has to do with you, and it doesnât take long for your eyes to flutter open when the thumb instead pushes into your mouth. âIf we get married, this will be normal. Donât pull back.â He pushes onto your tongue to make you hold it in your mouth all heavy and tasting of him, then leans in to push his forehead to yours. Deep, possessive eyes pinning you in place.
âYou donât want to?â It almost sounds mocking. You know you brought this on yourself. You asked to go home early, you asked to invite friends. Maybe this is payback the way big brothers give it. Thereâs tears that spring up anyway when his other hand slips under your shirt and he squeezes your soft belly. As the spit he wipes on your lips gets kissed away by an impatient sigh. âIâve wanted to for such a long time. You wouldnât ask me to wait more.â
âYuuta nii. Weâre siblings, arenât we?â The ring glitters. Your hand is clenched into the front of his shirt as warm hands grab down your bodyâ hands you love. Hands you trusted.
âOf course we are. Thatâs why Iâm doing this, silly girl.â Hands that push your underwear down your round hips despite you fighting to keep them up. He giggles when you burn with embarrassment, before pressing kisses to your temple. âI love you. I love you, I love you. Who better to kiss you than big brother?â You shake your head, try to push- he doesnât budge. Just keeps your body in place under his with his weight.
âG-get off of me, Yuuta! Stop being so weird!â You cry, pushing until he grabs your wrist and forces it down beside your head. Heâs still smiling though, like he doesnât have a care in the world. Like youâre still a child acting out. Itâs that which makes you squirm more, and the glare digs into your forehead when he gets on top of you. âStop~ I donât want to kiss.â
Instead he laces his fingers with your ring hand, as the other patiently flutters down to rub over your pussy. You donât want to. You donât. Yuuta just smiles when he tilts his head to regard you, and squeezes your fingers a little tighter. âRika-chan asked me to take care of you. Donât get so mad.â
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Itâs getting cooler and cooler and cooler the longer he stands. Pressed in the corner of the sterile, greenish blue atmosphere with white sheets draped over your body. He takes a long, deep breath until the nurse finishes up with the checks, taking freshly drawn blood away in a vial. âYouâre the guardian?â
The red stands out against your complexion as your restless sleep drifts deeperâ he shifts in his seat to lace his hands together. âHer big brother, yes.â
She doesnât bother to pretend to care when tapping her clipboard, gives a distracted smile. âThe doctor will be here within the next hour, okay? Please wait here until then.â
âYes, maâam.â Yuutaâs quick not to let the smile quirk up onto his mouth when sheâs already walking out before he finishes. As soon as the door falls into lock he gets up from the uncomfortable chair to kneel by your bedside and grasp your hand.
Soft. Small.
He hates to admit that he could spend hours here by your side; but the truth is the truth. He could, and he has. And he will, until it is no longer necessary.
Yuuta kisses your hand with a gentle smile, feeling your heartbeat thump under his lips. You mumble, he swears he can hear his name. âIâm here. Niichanâs here.â He smiles a little more when the soft fingers wrap back around his hand and he watches your expression relax even in your sleep. He canât help it, the soft thumping against his cheek makes his entire body warm.
Youâre so alive, and so close- every cell in his body yearns to be beside you. He kisses the area between your thumb and pointer in an attempt to soothe the feeling of biting down entirely. Instead he clasps your hand with two of his before standing up. âYou would have loved Rika.â His mouth tingles. âShe wouldâve hated you- but you would have loved her. I think she would have been a bit jealous though.â
He dips to press a soft kiss onto your lips, humming softly when your warm breath dusts over his cheeks. âYouâre so cute.â A few years ago, you wouldâve had visitors waiting for you. âI know you were looking forward to graduation, but Iâm still here for you.â He places his hands on both sides of your face to hover over you instead of pulling back, canât keep himself from it.
âYou donât want to leave your niichan, right?â Itâs not your fault that everyone else wants you to move on. Heâll take you just as you are. He has to force himself to pull back before he kisses you again, so you donât wake just yet. You will. And youâll cry into his chest about missing your precious graduation, and about being stuck here again, just when you were getting better. He never much wanted you in uni anyway.
From his space sat on the edge of your bed, he can easily see how the blanket squirms. How the motion curls and wiggles until he easily pulls the sheet down your chest, then your stomach.
Two beady eyes stare up at him as he brings his face a little closer. The fly head is still clinging to your stomach, hasnât moved from where he left it. By now itâs become an accessory every few months. Itâs not strong enough to kill youâ just barely enough to keep you believing youâre still sick, and thatâs all he really needs. You need his care, need him. He resists the urge to pick the thing up at least until he can take you back home.
Instead he nudges it up a little higher, so he can place his palm onto your belly to stroke gentle circles in its place, feeling the heat through the gown. He can feel your heart bounce all the way down your body, itâs so cute. When the little fodder curse crawls onto your chest, lids shooting open as you gasp. âYuuta nii-â Your eyes are lined red, and as soon as they find him you start bawling.
More than happy to let him hike you up from the bed and into his arms, where you bury your face into his neck. Your hiccups are so cute. Itâs easy to kiss them quiet when you donât have enough breath to ask him to stop. Heâs sure this time he could slip his tongue into your mouth and you wouldnât say a thing.
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â on the fence [into the fire, part ii]
part i | masterlist
cooper howard / the ghoul x f!reader
rated e - 3.8k
tags: dubcon, power dynamics, vault dweller!reader, bounty hunting, pwp, restraints, sex for favors, oral (m), exhibitionism, spanking, biting, hair pulling, light choking, sub/dom elements, PiV, irradiated creampie
a/n: hi! I had a couple ideas I wanted to explore, which turned into a mini-series. I have them all mapped out & I hope to have them up for you soon! đ
âWhy donât you show me again,â He husks, âWhat youâre so good at.â
Your breath catches - eyes flicking warily towards the door, but heâs quick to call you back.
âHey, now. Eyes over here.â The Ghoul snaps, âYou need to worry âbout me more than anyone out there.â
(Or - the Ghoul gets you out of your Vault Suit.)
Youâre not sure you like the look of this town.
It sprawls wide and low across the desert, the inhabitants gathering in the shadows to escape glare of the sun. A low buzzing murmur that carries with you through the streets.
It feels suffocating, after the open miles before.
Following the dark figure of Ghoul, as you wind through the streets. Partly because you have to - that leash still pulled tight, wrapped around a fist.
Partly because you want to stick close, always.
â-donât need you slowing me down.â The Ghoul gives the rope a yank, and you scowl, âYou get hurt doing some stupid shit, and Iâm leavinâ you behind.â
Your frown softens. His words still just as harsh, snarled out. But theyâre a far cry from before.
Before, when you were certain he was going to hand you right back over to your Vault, in spite of how far youâve come. Something significant passing in the journey through the desert, as he had taken what you wanted.
The taste of him has since faded, but he still lingers.
âGotta earn your keep, too.â His head turns, eyeing you from beneath the brim of hat, âYou good at anythinâ?â
Unable to help it, you smirk - a brow raising. He scoffs in response, eyes narrowing.
âAnyone can be good at suckinâ cock, sweetheart.â He drawls, unimpressed, ââm not so bad at it, myself.â
Your lips part in surprise and heâs the one that grins, now.
The Ghoul picks up another bounty here. A shady, alley-way deal - keeping you close to his heels as he snatches the faded paper contact off a tattered board.
Running into another pair looking for jobs - a fresh scar splitting across the nose of a man who tries to start a conversation, before quickly retreating.
âFuckinâ amateursâ muttered in reply to your heavy, silent judgement.
The client is tracked down for more information, after. Wasnât hard to find the man with cage over the lower half of his face. Spikes that scream Raider with the way they jut through his clothes.
Fifty caps for the âgoddamn no-good thiefâ that wiped out his stall in the night, taking every last bullet and can of cram. Last seen about two days ago, heading north.
Dead or alive, the client doesnât care.
âDid you see âem?â The Ghoul frowns, âWhat they look like? Give me somethinâ to go off of.â
âCourse I did,â The man huffs, âLooks just like me, donât he? Heâs my own damn brother.â
You canât contain your own sideways look in disbelief, only to see The Ghoul returning it.
He bargains for a hundred, and gets it.
Itâs hard not to wonder if he had taken your bounty this way. If your face had been scrawled across a piece of paper. Exchanged in a no-nonsense, disconnected way.
How much had your life been worth?
You never asked him. Itâs something youâre not sure you even want to know.
The rest of the afternoon is spent stocking up. Caps exchanged for some more ammo. A couple bottles of watery chems, shoved deep in his bag to join the others.
A way the ease the cough that rattles him every few days. The smallest bottle kept out, wrenched open with a tight fist.
It snags at you - the way he swallows it like ambrosia the second he steps away. Gasping and groaning as if itâs air he needs to breathe.
âIâm good at medicine,â You tell his back - following again. Memories of the Vault pushing their way to the surface, âCould make that for you, if we find the stuff. Wouldnât have to dilute it.â You almost run into him, with the way heâs gone still. The tilt of his head, a single sharp eye piercing through you under the brim of a hat.
Shifting over your shoulder. Narrowing.
His hand fists in the collar of your jumpsuit instead, hauling you down the nearest alley and into the shadows.
âHey!â You protest, your back knocked against the wall. He cages you in, knuckles pressing into your jaw with his tight grip.
The vial is pinched between his fingers, dangled in front of your face.
âYou can make this?â He confirms.
Youâre able to confirm it now, never quite getting a good look before. RadAway. It would be simple, compared to some of the stuff youâd had to cook up.
âGet me to a lab, some supplies,â You nod, âAnd I will.â
âHuh.â Heâs close - you canât help squirming in his grip, as he considers you, âAinât that something.â
A second, before his grip eases - but he doesnât let go. Your bound fists rest against his chest, but thereâs no force behind them to drive him off.
âCouldâve just asked.â You huff, âYou donât have to man-handle me.â
He almost smiles - his voice coming low, with a tilt of his head.
âDonât I?â
It flusters you, how his body presses against yours. Your heartbeat kicking up a notch, your chest brushing his with each short breath.
His thumb sweeps, ghosting against your skin. Those sunken eyes dropping to your collar, with a frown.
Another glance down the aisle, before theyâre dragging over you - voice lowering.
âNeed to get you out of this suit.â
His words make stiffen in his arms, a sharp inhale of anticipation.
âNot so smart, are you?â He husks, his gaze dragging from your parted lips, up to your eyes, âRunninâ around like this. Downright advertising youâre a Vaultie, when someoneâs lookinâ for you.â
Heâs not wrong. He tracked you down easily enough. You nod is small, a pang of regret as his fingers drop - as he steps away.
âCome on, then. I know a place.â
The place is an old saloon, the windows blasted out over two centuries ago. The gutted insides filled out with a patched-up bar, the mended tables and scattered chairs filled with patrons. Rooms to rent lining the first - and second floor - if you were brave enough to risk the staircase.
A few stalls set up alongside a wall - a barber ran by a Mister Handy with a looping stutter, the second by another Ghoul. Her few racks are filled with a patchwork of fabric, all in stained and faded patterns.
He gestures, a tilt of his head at the racks, âPick something out, quick like.â
Youâd gape at him, if you werenât afraid heâd change his mind. Serious about your suit - youâre quick to grab a shirt in your size with only two holes. A pair of trousers, a rip at the knee.
âThis ainât for you.â The Ghoul clarifies darkly in your ear, âThis is a trigger-happy town. Donât need to be wasting my bullets.â
You hum in agreement - undeterred by his tone. The package clutched to your chest as he hands over a couple caps. Stuck over a full two weeks now in the same suit - youâre itching for the soft cotton against the skin.
Turning to leave, but then youâre halting. A couple of the patrons look familiar, hovering just inside the door. Something about that scar-
Youâre trying to recall, in the crowd of people youâve seen today - when a hand clamps down on your shoulder. Wheeling you around as the Ghoul turns to the shop owner.
âYou got a room she can borrow?â Thereâs a change in his tone, almost a sticky-sweet edge to his drawl.
It must work - youâre shown to what used to be an old parlor room. An array of broken chairs, a heavy wooden table. The wallpaper torn and faded, the shades of cream long stained a dull, dirty yellow.
He fills the doorway - an arm propped against the frame, and you hold your wrists out to him dutifully.
Youâve worked at the knots before, to no avail - only to scowl now, as he undoes them easily with one hand.
A moment of silence hanging then, as you give him a pointed look - rubbing at sore wrists.
âYou gonna leave so I can change?â You ask, âIâll just be a second.â
The Ghoul steps forward instead, pulling the door shut behind him. An audible click, as he thumbs at the lock.
âOh, I donât think so, darlinâ.â
A heat flares to life in your cheeks, âYouâre staying?â
âThatâs right,â He sinks into an old loveseat, propped up on concrete blocks near the boarded-up window, âCanât leave you alone in a place like this. Fuckinâ vultures would swoop right in.â
You hesitate, watching him warily as an arm slings across the back, legs stretched out against the floor. If you didnât know better then you think it was something almost akin to concern in his tone.
Or then again - he might just want to keep your bounty to himself. You had hoped you were past that, but-
âWhat?â His tongue pokes at his cheek, tone taunting, âGettinâ shy again?â
The clothes are dropped unceremoniously on the table, your Pip-Boy following. A glare, as you reach for the zipper of your Vault Suit, starting to yank it down.
âHey, now.â His hand raises, âSlowly. Got it?â
Thereâs an immediate urge to resist, to test him - but then, youâre catching the look on his face.
Itâs hungry, beneath the brim of his hat. You start to feel like you did in the desert, and then the alley - intrigue, and desire, and an ache from his words, all melding together.
So, you take it slow. The zipper slipping from your throat, to breasts, then belly. A roll of your shoulders as you slip your arms from the tight sleeves.
His eyes follow, lingering on each inch of bare skin thatâs revealed.
âTurn around.â He growls when you reach your hips, and for him - you do.
Bending at the waist as you unlace your boots and step out of them. Back arched as you wiggle, pushing the suit down past your knees. Down soft legs that part, so you can step out of them.
A glance over your shoulder, then. His head tilts, eyes sweeping from your ankles to fix on the crux of your thighs. They press together on their own, a thrill at being on display for him.
He catches you looking, his hand lazy as it drops to his lap. A lift of his hips as he adjusts, palming himself. The other hand leaving the revolver shotgun that rests on the cushion next to him.
Crooking two fingers at you, silently beckoning you over.
You fit between thighs that inch wider. His hands curl on his lap, before heâs slowly peeling his gloves off. Warm, against your hips, biting into your skin.
âDonât make âem like you above ground anymore,â He idly comments, a flatness to his tone that betrays nothing.
Soft and smooth skin. You wonder if heâs thinking about ruining it - sinking his teeth in and taking a bite. Leaving a mark that youâll carry.
You think youâd let him.
His grip dents your skin, before his hands are dropping. A heated look thrown your way, as his face tips up to yours.
âWhy donât you show me again,â He husks, âWhat youâre so good at.â
Your breath catches - eyes flicking warily towards the door, but heâs quick to call you back.
âHey, now. Eyes over here.â The Ghoul snaps, âYou need to worry âbout me more than anyone out there.â
It sends a heat rushing through you, knowing that heâs right. Youâre locked in a room with the most dangerous man in the city, and it does something to you.
A boldness, in the way you reach behind. His growled out âfuckâ when you let bra loosens - joining the blue and yellow suit on the floor.
The wood is rough under your knees. Letting your hands wander, lifting his hips while your work open his belt. Drawing down the rusted zipper.
You grasp at his hips, tugging the faded fabric until heâs free. Fingers tracing over thighs, just as rough and reddened at the rest of him. Itâs still not much, but itâs more of him than youâve ever seen.
Bare beneath the stained pants, cock already thick and full where it curves against his hip. All from just watching you - perhaps a strange thing to be proud of, but fuck, you are.
Your hands curl around his knees, as your head dips. Taking more time than you did before. Lips pressing against the taut base, as a hand twists in your hair again.
âCome on and thank me, sweetheart.â He growls - urging you upward, âGettinâ those clothes for you. Make it worth my while.â
Itâs different this time. A familiarity in the way your tongue presses against the flushed head. The taste of the salt on your tongue, before your lips are part around him.
A soft groan, when heâs filling your mouth again. Youâve thought about it often since last time. Wondering when he would have you on your knees again. If heâd want more, the next.
Your heartbeat thuds between your thighs, with the shift of his hips into your mouth - chasing his pleasure.
An urge to make him feel good. Without thinking - your hand wraps around his shaft, as your head eases back.
âEasy, now.â He grits, though his eyes are fixed on how your fingers curl around him. How it pumps, squeezing him with spit-slick fingers.
Jerking him into a mouth that parts so prettily for him. Your other hand slipping against his thigh, with feather-light brushes. A short inhale before you take him deep again, your fist sliding down to the base.
The next time you pull him from mouth for a breath, drool stringing from his cock to your lips, he hears himself growling out, âStop.â
Youâre being too tender, and he finds that he canât stand it. Should have kept you bound, like last time.
The Ghoulâs fingers bite into your chin, your mouth glossy from how you swallowed him down.
âIâm taking you this time. Know youâve been just aching for it.â He husks, his thumb pressing against your lip. Watching your tongue peek out to taste it, âGo on. Get up, and get your ass over to that table.â
Your desire nearly eclipses everything else. Pushing on his thighs for support, crossing the three steps to the side of the table.
âNo,â He follows - the gun clattering on the table top, brought over from the couch. His hands at your hips, guiding you until youâre facing the door, âRight here, sweetheart. Iâll be keepinâ watch.â
It has you remembering where you are - that youâre just supposed to be getting changed. Wondering if you should worry that you donât care - the thought of piping up, having the risk of losing this chance and denying pleasure again has you quickly adapting.
A hand presses at the small of your back insistently, bending you over it. You can feel him against the curve of your ass, sticky against your skin.
âCross your wrists,â His thighs shift against yours, as you fix your hands that has flattened against the tabletop.
Making it easy for him to grasp at them with one hand - stretching them further, pressing them against the wood as he kicks your thighs further apart.
Leaving you on tip-toe, arched against him.
âLook at you, listening.â He almost coos, with another lazy rock. His cock shifts, fitting between your thighs, nudging against you.
âI think-â You start, but itâs punctuated by a moan, âThink you just like tying girls up.â
âNow youâre gettinâ it,â He drawls, âThough I donât discriminate. Theres just something âbout havinâ you like this-â
The Ghoul leans over you then, his grip tightening. Pinning you firmly between him and the table, unable to do more than squirm as his free hand slips between your thighs, cupping you.
Itâs the first time heâs touched you like this, and your muscles string tight - trying not to buck into his palm. Against fingers that rub against your clit, pressing the sticky fabric to your skin.
âFuck.â He rasps in your ear. Nails bite into your hips, as he tears the fabric down to your thighs.
Coming back to press against your bare cunt, fingers slipping against your folds. Youâre unable to help the soft whimper as he parts you, two fingers teasing at your entrance.
âPlease,â You whine, as he pets against you. Smearing your slick up to your clit again, his fingers parting just as he reaches it.
His cock presses against your leg, thick and stiff. A roll of his hips until itâs pressed snug against your cunt - jutting between your thighs just below his hand.
âYour pussy is downright leakin for me, sweetheart,â He growls, âYou need it that bad?â
You whine, your head turning to look - watching how he arcs over you. That blown-wide look in his eyes again, as you nod.
Thereâs a split second as his hand leaves you, before itâs cracking down on the meat of your ass. You gasp in shock as you go still beneath him, the pain unexpected and swirling with your heady need.
âSay it out loud,â He barks out, âTell me just how much.â
Your skin stings, his fingers twitch before he kneads roughly at the flesh - the burn of it akin to way you ache for him.
âI need it,â You keen, âNeed your cock. Want you to fuck me-â
The words cut off - a rough hum of approval before heâs lining himself up, a hand curving to grip your hip. The other flexes around your wrist, before heâs driving himself deep with a single, powerful thrust.
Your cry is loud, this time. Low and rough, pushed from your lungs as your pussy makes room for him.
âFucking christ, youâre tight,â He grunts, unable to help the shallow buck of his hips, âBetter than my goddamn dreams.â
It makes you moan - the gritted-out admission not lost on you.
Even with how wet you are, you still feel like youâre stretched wide. An ache radiating through you, sparking to life as he inches out, only to plunge deep again. The table bites into your hips, back arching as he sets a rough rhythm.
The sharp twinge starting to fade, as you begin to accommodate him. Growing accustomed to the heavy weight of him inside you, the steady stroke against your walls that has you starting to clench down around him.
Your breathing grows shorter, faster. Face turning to bury in the curve of your shoulder, muffling the moans that are pushed from you - until his hand is leaving your hip, twisting in your hair with a sharp tug.
Forcing your head back, his grip anchoring you.
âDonât think so, darlinâ. Know you saw those eyes on you,â Heâs lost the steady edge to his voice, words turning rough, âGo on, be loud.â
The Ghoulâs hips pound harder, the rough texture of his cock stroking deep. Each sending a current through you, leaving your fingers and toes flexing, aching for just a little bit more.
âSaw you come in with me. Show âem who you belong to.â
âFuck!â You cry, wishing you had a name to scream. Unable to muffle your ragged breath, the moans he pulls from you.
It fills the room, melding with the slick punch of his cock into your wet and needy cunt. Better than before, because his hands are on you now - leaving your hair, blunt nails dragging down your back. Ghosting across your hip, where your skin presses into the wood.
âTouch me.â You beg, again, âLet me touch myself, I canât-â
His hand withdraws, and you whine - backpedaling. Afraid that heâs going to pull from you, finish himself across your back or your ass for asking.
âPlease. Fuck, please. Donât, Iâm so close-â
He groans at your plea through clenched teeth.
Releasing his grip on you, only for his hand to slide to the base of your throat. His other arm looping beneath you as he hauls you against him, flattening against your ribs.
Palming at a soft breast, as youâre pulled up and pressed flushed to his chest.
âListen to you, miss manners,â He grins - teeth bared, âThatâs more like it, honey.â
The bandolier cuts into your skin, the wood into your thighs. And change in the angle that has your cries growing louder as his cock pounds against a soft spot inside you. Warm breath ghosting against your neck, deep rumbling growls in your ear.
Everything fades, growing hazy. His fingers tighten, but not enough to fully choke the air from you. An implication - your own hands wrapping around his wrist to anchor yourself to him.Â
You can hear him inhale you, the scrape of teeth against your skin above the heavy press of his fingers. Salvation in the way the hand splayed beneath your chest drifts lower, his voice smooth in your ear.
âThis is for listening,â He husks, âYou understand?â
Relentless, when his fingers press against your clit. Slick and circling until youâre grinding into his touch, meeting the hard slap of his hips.
The gasping chant of âfuck, fuckfuckfuck, please-â turning into mindless whimpers, his rough rhythm growing sloppy.
âGoddamn, you feel good.â Itâs a ragged sigh, âFeel your tight little cunt squeezing me. Gonna make a mess, sweetheart?â
It sounds muted, layering with a ringing white noise. Your nails bite into his wrists as the swiftly building tides breaks. Almost missing the sweet growl in your ear.
âLet them hear how a pretty thing like you sounds coming on a cock like mine.â
You do, with the next swirl of his rough fingers - the sound broken as he rips it from you.
Bearing down around the cock that fits so deeply into you, with each blissful pulse of your release. Forgetting about the rest - about the outside world - as your nerves alight with pleasure.
His hand drops from your throat to brace against the table. Bending you flat again as he feels you flutter and gush around his length, crushing you against the top as blunt teeth close against the pulse point of your throat, biting down.
The sounds of his own orgasm muffled - a ragged groan as his cock throbs, as he fucks himself deep into you. Tasting the salt of your skin as you yelp, clenching around him - milking him until your walls are coated with his spend.
He hadnât meant to - but the urge to pull from you had wavered the moment he buried himself in your cunt. Abandoned completely, after feeling you come so sweetly around him. An instinct lingers even now - to enjoy the soft press of your body against his, your warmth.
You shiver as his lips brush your neck, the closest thing to an apology as youâll get - before heâs pulling away from you, leaving you clenching and empty.
A ragged hand slips between your thighs as you prop yourself up on your elbows, catching your breath. Pleasure still radiating from your core as fingertips swipe through the come that is just starting to leak from you.
âFuck, sweetheart,â He laughs - the sound ragged, with a flash of yellowed teeth.
âGuess this means you better start cookinâ.â
The Vault Suit is left beneath the table, a crumpled up reminder that youâre happy to leave behind.
Your cheeks burn as you leave the saloon - the strangers from before cleared out. A definite wobble to your steps - something that The Ghoul certainly notices, the low tilt of his hat hiding the curling pull of his lips.
Outlining the path towards the next bounty as you find your way out, guessing where you might find a lab along the way.
And itâs only as the city starts to fade, that you realize -
He never bound your wrists again, after.
I have the brainrot for this man for sure! Thank you for stopping by & reading đ (and I have also been reading so much about the new chem the Ghoul takes! For plot & smut reasons - I am going with RadAway, haha)
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Twisted Wonderland
Reacting to you having trouble with other students
Characters: Trey, Jade, Floyd, Rook
Notes: Some violence
Trey Clover
You sit next to Trey at a library table, shoulders brushing up against each other as you both look at the textbooks splayed across the surface. You had been having trouble some of your classwork and it seemed harder than usual since you come from a world without magic. Trey, noticing your struggles, offered to help you study which was a compromise since you first asked to copy his notes.
You've been trying to focus on the notes and tips he's giving you instead of the lingering touches as he directs your hand to the next page, or the small praises he gives you after getting a question right, or his soft breath on your cheek as he leans close to check your work. No, you've been diligently studying and not feeling any kind of heat in your face.
"And what about this one?" Trey asks as he taps his finger on the open page in the textbook. You look down at the words and think for a moment.
"Um..so sublimation is...turning solids into gas...without having to go through the liquid phase?" You half-guess. Trey smiles and hands you another chocolate covered candy that he had called 'motivation'.
"Right again. You're better at this than you think." He says as he flips the pages over to the next question. You sigh and rest your face on your hand.
"I really should be compensated for all this trouble." You mention.
"The trouble of doing your work?" Trey chuckles, "I can whip something up for you later. Your favorite, of course." He winks.
Just as you're about to launch into a discussion about your favorite dessert, something hard is knocked into the back of your head. You whip around and find a couple of Heartslabyul boys passing behind you. One of them is holding a heavy book and smirking while the other two try to hide their snickers behind their hands.
You have no idea what you could have done to these boys. Sometimes just breathing was enough to piss off students at Night Raven College.
"Whoops. Wasn't paying attention." One of the boys says flippantly as he shifts the book to his other arm, nearly smacking you again. You rub the back of your head, ready to tell them off when one of them eyes the bag of candies on the table.
"Oh, Trey! Can we have some? Please!" The boy begs and his friends follow suit. Trey stares at them with a blank look for a few moments before smiling.
"Sure. Here you go," He hands them a handful of the chocolate candies each, "They taste better if you eat them all at once."
The Heartslabyul boys run off after receiving the candy without a thank you or an apology. You narrow your eyes at Trey.
"Awfully kind of you to give candy to my assailants." You sigh dramatically but Trey shakes his head.
"Something tells me they won't be enjoying this treat." He smiles again.
Suddenly, across the room, you can hear a chorus of "ewwww"'s followed by some coughing and gagging. You gape and turn back towards Trey.
"What did you change the taste to?" You ask in interest but he merely winks at you.
"I have no clue. It's just supposed to be chocolate." He responds innocently. His smile turns into a frown as he gently rubs the back of your head where you were hit.
"I'm sorry I couldn't do more. Though if it's any consolation, Riddle will probably deal with them after he finds out just how severe their lack of manners are." Trey offers.
You think his caresses on your head like you're something that needs care is consolation enough. But you don't say that, instead leaving your head on his shoulder and closing your eyes. Trey closes the textbooks and wraps an arm around your waist, done with studying for today but he didn't need an excuse to want to hang out with you.
Jade Leech
You finish taking a couple's order down on the notepad Azul provided to you and walk back towards the kitchen. You've been taking a couple shifts at the Mostro Lounge in order to pay off some of the damage Grim has caused by being...everywhere. Azul was benevolent enough to take you in and you just managed to slip through signing a contract with him, much to his chagrin.
Jade took on the responsibility of showing you the ropes, a little too eagerly which you found suspicious. He did tell you everything there is to know about serving and walked you through it. He didn't get irritated after you accidentally dropped a dish or forgot to add an appetizer a table ordered. Or at least you assumed he didn't since his smile never changed. Though you did notice that waiters who messed up one too many times were taken to the back by Jade. You hope that'll never happen to you.
You pass by Jade as he carries an abnormal amount of plates on his arms towards a table. He nods at you with his smile, not a hint of strain on his face.
"You have a new group at table 13. They can get a bit unruly so I'll-" Jade starts but you take the plates containing drinks off his hand.
"No, I got it! Thanks, Jade!" You tell him before dashing off to table 13. While you are definitely in this for the money, you also couldn't help but want to impress Jade and show him that his training was not in vain.
As you approach the table, you can already hear the group of boys chatting and laughing. You set the drinks down and give them a smile, readying your notepad.
"Are you guys ready to order or do you need more time?" You ask.
"What does it look like?" A blondie responds dryly. The rest of the boys stare at you like they're wondering if you passed elementary school.
"That you're...ready?" You guess awkwardly. The blondie rolls his eyes and the rest scoff, their assumptions about your schooling seemingly confirmed.
"Obviously we need more time." Another says and you nod, turning around to leave.
"I'll be back soon then-"
"Where are you going? We're ready to order." You turn back around to find the blondie smirking. Your hands tighten on your notepad and you fight to keep your smile. How did Jade do this all the time?
"What can I get for you?" You keep your eyes focused on the notepad, hoping that will lower your irritation.
"Can I get...uh..." You listen to one of them mumbling before a loud yelp is heard. You look over to see Jade gripping the wrist of the blondie who is frozen in fear and wincing. His grip is so tight that the boy's hand is turning white. You also find that the hand being gripped is dangerously close to touching your bottom.
"Harassing waiters in our lounge is strictly against our policy. I'll have to ask you to leave." Jade says, still smiling as ever. Though this time, you could see the strain in him, not from fatigue but something more lethal.
"I-I wasn't-" The boy tries to plead but Jade only tightens his grip.
"Wasn't trying to touch them? Well, security cameras will be the judge of that." Jade responds and the boy breathes a little easier.
"And so will I." Jade adds before snapping the wrist of the blondie, causing him to scream in pain. The boy flies out of the booth and stumbles towards the exit, crying as he holds his flailing wrist. Jade turns back towards the group.
He doesn't have to say a word since the other boys quickly sprint out of the lounge. You look between the exit and Jade in shock.
"Uh, well, thanks, I think. That might've been a bit excessive..." You trail off and Jade merely wipes a spot on your shoulder one of the fleeing boys must have brushed past.
"Are you alright? You can take a break in the back. Azul does time them though." He tells you and you shake your head with a smile.
"I'm alright. I only have half an hour left anyways. Hopefully those guys won't be back." You eye the exit but Jade takes your arm and leads you to you next table.
"They have an incentive not to. And if they do," He leans down close enough so that you could see the sharp edges of his teeth, "You'll tell me, won't you?"
Floyd Leech
You sit at your desk in Professor Trein's class, listening to him drone on as you take down notes. You always tried hard to pay focus in classes, which annoyed a certain eel sitting right behind you. He often pestered you in this class and you wondered why he didn't have anything better to do, like pay attention.
As Trein turns around to write something on the board, something soft and crinkly hits the back of your head. You look behind you to see Floyd grinning and pointing at the floor. You roll your eyes as you see a crumpled up paper on the ground. Curiosity got the best of you and you open up the paper.
Bored??? I am! Let's ditch!
You write a big, fat NO over his words on the paper and throw it back at him. Trein faces the class again to lecture and you can practically feel Floyd's dramatic sigh as he flops back in his chair.
"Can I see your notes?" Your seatmate asks you as he peers over at your notebook. You scoot your notes closer to you. Just last week, your seatmate had 'accidentally' tripped you while you were walking up to the board.
"Haven't you been taking your own?" You mutter.
"Yeah, but I wanna see yours." The boy starts tugging on your notebook and you try to pull it back.
"No, would you let go?" You hiss as you try to keep hold of your notes. The boy grabs your wrist to try and pull your hand off but he freezes as a looming shadow falls behind him.
"Wanna use my notes? I've got plenty." Floyd grins, all teeth.
The boy stammers, unable to say anything. Floyd grabs his hair and yanks his head back, staring straight down at him.
"Can't hear me? Should I talk louder?" Floyd asks with a giggle as he pulls on the boy's hair harder.
"Leech!" Trein reprimands. Floyd huffs and lets the boy's hair go, sending him reeling into his desk. You glance back at Floyd.
"You didn't actually take any notes, did you?" You ask.
"Sure I did." Floyd hands you his notebook. There's a couple of bullet points about a new takoyaki recipe he wants to try. He also added some doodles of an eel and a tiny shrimp.
Rook Hunt
You sigh as you write your woes down into a journal you started keeping a couple months ago. A group of Pomefiore boys have been bothering you for a while. They constantly put down your looks, calling it critique without giving any helpful tips nor was any of it even asked for. Even when you tried to avoid them on your way to see the vice housewarden, they still managed to corner you every now and then.
You finish writing and toss your notebook on your desk that sits right under your window. You think things may be better tomorrow as you rest your head on your pillow.
***
You head down the path towards the illustrious path that houses the Pomefiore students. Rook had messaged you in the morning, urging you to come by and see a "most beauté activity". You have no idea what this entails but it might be worth checking out.
You find Rook in a grass clearing just behind the dorms. He has his fingers in a square shape as he gazes at something in the distance. He sees you and gasps in surprise, grabbing both of your hands in his.
"Mon lumiĂšre! I'm overjoyed that you've accepted my invitation!" Rook spins you around.
"I can tell," You laugh a little, "What's this activity though?"
"I'm glad you asked! You see, I've been wanting to sharpen up my archery skills. The art of the bow and arrow is simply dur mais juste." Rook tells you.
"And you remember I mentioned wanting to watch?" You guess.
"Exactement! I already have the targets set up and all you have to do for now is watch." Rook takes you further down the clearing and your eyes widen in horror. The Pomefiore boys that have been bothering you were tied up to a row of trees, their mouths gagged and a juicy, red apple sits precariously on each of their heads.
"...What is this?" You ask hesitantly.
"Like I said, mon lumiĂšre, target practice! Now stand behind me and watch as I pull the drawstring..." Rook's eyes are hyper focused as he points an arrow at one of the boys whose screams are muffled behind the rope.
"Rook, there is something very wrong here!" You shout in concern. He releases the tension in the bow and points the arrow at the ground. He stares at you for a moment before lighting up again.
"You're right! You should be the one pulling the arrow. Such an eye for beauty you have." Rook sighs happily as he stands behind you and places the bow and arrow in your hands. They shake unsteadily as you hold them. There was no way you were going to be able to hit the apples.
"Rook, this isn't-" You gasp as he uses your hands to pull the drawstring and the arrow shoots forward. You squeeze your eyes shut and hear the sound of four consecutive hits.
You slowly open your eyes and see four arrows perfectly shot in the middle of each apple, no doubt due to magical intervention. The group of boys sob in fear, not realizing it wasn't their heads that got hit.
You take a deep breath and look behind you at Rook who seems as pleased as ever.
"Did you know those guys have been bothering me?" You ask with narrowed eyes.
"How would I know that?" Rook responds with a smile.
"So you just happened to pick them out?"
"I needed targets. Who better than those who can't appreciate true beauté?"
You'll be moving your journal to a more secure location.
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also didnât realise that amanda was their little baby but hereâs an idea if ur up for it. amanda inherits like spencerâs smartness i guess and so when she starts spewing facts about the random-est stuff spencerâs overjoyed and then bombshells just staring at them with adoration in her eyes?? idk something really fluffy
âShoes?â Amanda asks.Â
âYeah, babe.âÂ
âNo thanks.âÂ
You hold Amandaâs socked feet in your hands. âYou need shoes to keep your feet warm.âÂ
âIâll have socks.âÂ
You look past her tiny face to her father for some assistance. Spencer scratches his neck, looking absolutely exhausted, though heâs dressed sharply. Youâd spent a few minutes finger curling his hair this morning before it dried, and heâs brushed them out gently, giving him a windblown look. You pretend to take a photo of him. He rolls his eyes.Â
âAmy,â he says lovingly, baby-voice in play as he leans over the back of the couch, âyou know why you have to wear shoes?âÂ
âWhy?âÂ
âBecause growing up, your feet are very small, and very fragile. They need time to grow in proper structures, and they canât do that if you donât wear shoes when youâre walking a lot.â He gives her shoulder a rub. âDonât you wanna match me and mommy?âÂ
âYou wear shoes⊠different. Mom has heels,â she insists.Â
âWhat if I wear flats?â you ask, eager to leave the house before afternoon.Â
She shakes her head, crossing her arms over her chest with a Spencer style pout.Â
Spencer sits down next to her with a sigh. Youâre both aware of how smart she is for her age, and while it can be interesting, itâs also made some stuff so, so hard. Like explaining shoes. âIâm not want to wear them. Itâs good for my skin to breathe.â All her râs sound soft, like wâs.
You rub your eyes. Spencer sucks in an excited breath. âYes! Skin canât really breathe, but itâs good to have it uncovered sometimes to help your circulation and your pores.âÂ
ââXactly,â Amy says.Â
âAnd, you know, shoes that donât fit right force your feet into narrow positions, which can cause a whole bunch of problems.âÂ
âNo shoes,â Amy says.Â
âButâŠâ Spencer backtracks, thumbing under her eyelashes gently. âIf you donât wear your shoes, we canât go out to the store for groceries and we canât go to the bakery on the way home. Which means you wonât get your sugar donuts, mommy wonât get her slice of cake, and thatâs gonna make me so sad.âÂ
âWhy?âÂ
âBecause I love when your mom is happy. It makes me happy when sheâs happy. She doesnât look very happy now, does she?âÂ
In all honesty, youâre much too pretty to be sitting on the floor, tights to the carpeting and your cute black dress bunching up your thighs. You refuse to close yourself into the âmomâ box some may expect of you, dressing as you had before you became a mom, but youâve allowed Amanda the opportunity to choose your necklace; a gold pendant ring with green and pink sapphires. Itâs gorgeous, colourful, and doesnât even slightly go with your outfit. Spencer reaches for it now, tugging it straight carefully against your neck.Â
You frown deeply, pulling your widest, softest doe eyes. âPlease, lovely girl, put your shoes on. Or Iâm gonna have to be strict, and I hate being strict.âÂ
âDonât fw-own, mommy,â she says, listing into Spencerâs side, âyouâll get wrinkles. Worse wrinkles, âcos your muscles remember.âÂ
And again, all her râs are wâs, her pronunciation lispy and sweet despite her amazing expertise. Spencer laughs and takes her face into two hands, kissing âWow, smarty pants,â into her crown. âYouâre so smart! I canât believe it!âÂ
You feel your annoyance softening. Fine, sheâs a smarty pants, and you secretly love it so so much. Youâll just have to carry her to the car. Or her genius dad can carry her. Actually, that could be great, Spencerâs never looked so handsome as he does carrying around your little baby, especially now heâs started working out every now and then.Â
âBetter role your sleeves up, Spence,â you say, standing up off of your knees. âIâm keeping my heels on. Daddyâs gonna carry you, and youâre gonna get wonky feet.âÂ
âThatâs fine,â Spencer says to her in a whisper, âIâll carry you forever if you want me to, even if you do get all wonky, bubby.â Â
Amy preens as she wraps her arms around him and he picks her up. He takes her shoes from your hand without her seeing.Â
âIsnât she amazing?â he mouths, and he means it, his eyes wide with it.Â
âSheâs gonna protest socks, next, Spencer Reid, and then what are you gonna do?â you ask. You arenât half as concerned as youâre pretending to be. Amyâs a baby. Sheâll learn how important shoes are soon enough.Â
âIâm gonna hold her in my coat, like this,â he says, pulling his coat over her legs.Â
âLike that,â you say to yourself, grinning. âOkay, you two do what you want. Can we go now? We really need to get some groceries.âÂ
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STITCHES â When you save Aaron and land in the hospital.
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x reader, BAU x platonic!reader
Genre: Fluff, Whump & bickering
Warning: Kidnapping, getting shot, daddy issues (tell me if I missed any)
Word Count: 6k
A/N: Even if it's 3rd Nov officially here but I wrote this for Hotch's bday. It's not based around bday but I couldn't get an idea for that, so....Positive criticism is welcomed.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY AARON HOTCHNER
âY/L/N.â
âY/L/N. Wake up.â
You heard a displeased sound, but all you could see was darkness.
âY/N. Wake up!â
You heard the sound again.
âY/N, as much as I would have wanted to let you sleep, this is not the situation.â
What is he talking about? Oh! Wait a minute. Who is he?
You tried to open your eyes, but it felt as if you had just returned from an exhausting shopping spree, stuffed to the brim and struggling to wake up. But that wasn't the case; there was no time for shopping now.
Your attention drifted to the sensation of someone's fingers wrapped around yours, pressing gently. The pressure wasn't hard, but it was enough to pull you from the depths of your subconscious, urging you to wake up and resist the temptation to whine for âfive more minutes.â Suddenly, the memory of what happened rushed back, and your eyes flew open as if you hadn't been trying to wake up at all.
You glanced around frantically. The scene was tilted at an odd angle; everything seemed askew. Thatâs when you felt somethingâor rather, someoneâshift beneath your head.Â
As soon as you attempted to move, you were hit with the familiar ache of someone who had just completed their first day at the gym.
âY/L/N! Y/N! Calm down, calm down,â Hotch urged in his ever-composed voice.
Your eyes locked onto his warm, chocolate-brown ones, filled with care and concern. His irises darted left and right, never leaving yours, even for a moment.
Your gaze then fell on your wrists, turning red from the ropes being tied too tightly around them. But that wasnât what was important. What was important was the fact that your right wrist was tied to his left, and his right was tied to your left.
âWho ties hands this way?â you exclaimed, looking up at Hotch with the innocent curiosity of a child in kindergarten, eagerly seeking answers from a teacher who loomed over you.
âI think itâs part of the ritual they perform before disposing of their victims. They want to create an emotional connection before they end their lives by manipulating them.â
You nodded in understanding, trying to focus your vision, blinking several times to clear the fog from your eyes. Suddenly, everything faded to black.
When you came to again, your head rested on Hotchâs shoulder, and both of your hands lay haphazardly on your thighs.
âItâs a symptom of the drugâlosing consciousness for a few minutes,â he said.
âYou let them drug me?â you questioned, a hint of disbelief creeping into your voice, sure that he would protect you.
He looked at you in confusion, his expression scrunching up as if you were an alien rather than the agent he had known for monthsâsomeone he had never fantasized about(why would you think that?)
âWeâre being kept captive,â he said, as if he were reminding you.
âWe're kidnapped.â
âYou could say that.â
âBeing formal about this doesnât change anything, Aaron. We are kidnapped,â you insisted, your voice rising as you widened your eyes to look into Hotchâs, which had narrowed as he stared intently at you.
Hotch had never seen you like this. You were usually the one to shy away from confrontation, avoiding discussions as if you were facing a gallows. You would opt out of outings with promises of future plans, crafting convincing lies that most believedâexcept for Rossi and him, who saw through your facade. He didnât know you had this fire within you.
âYou said this would be safe. Weâd go to the party to meet your colleagues and return home soon,â you said, accusation lacing your voice, making Hotch set his eyes on you, anger evident in them.
âYes, but you also knew the dangers lurking around in the city right now, didnât you, Y/N/N?â
âBut you didnât put a sign saying âidiotâ in front of your name, did you? You have years of experience dealing with danger; you walk around with that stoic âI am the boss. Donât mess with meâ vibe, and youâre saying you didnât know what you were getting into?â
âLike you knew what you were getting into? You came in with roses to propose that day, right before I was leaving, with your enchanting face and beautiful wide eyes. Yet none of those things told me about your lack of common sense and respect.â
âOh, please! Like you have a lot of common sense. You know what? You should drink your coffee with some sugar. Maybe it will help sweeten your bitter tongue.â
âYeah, like the amount of sweets you consume did yours?â
âDonât go after my sweets.â
âThen donât comment on my coffee.â
âThen what should I comment on? Huh? How you canât keep your hair in place? Seriously, how do those strands keep falling on your forehead?â Your gaze drifted toward the way his hair fell, then back to his eyes, and finally to his lips.
He noticed where your eyes wandered but kept his expression neutral. By âneutral,â he meant hiding how his heart plummeted at the brief longing in your gaze.
âY/N, have some dignity when it comes to my hair. You use serum to tame the jungle of your morning madness and keep it presentable throughout the day.â
Your train of thought was interrupted by Hotchâs unexpected remark. For a brief moment, your eyes met his, a spark of connection flickering before you both returned to the weight of the situation.
How does he know I wake up with a jungle for hair?
Your mind wandered back to the other day when you were telling the girls about this, who then suggested you get some hair products while Hotch and Rossi walked by.
He remembers such trivial things about me.
Stop it! Heâs a profiler. Itâs in his nature to remember things about people. Donât flatter yourself, Y/N.
The team had profiled the unsubs to be from the upper class; they had the means to enter these sorts of parties without striking to anyone as odd. The way the victims were disposed of spoke about the unsubs being used to ostentation without meaning to, fitting into the norms of upper-class society.
You and Hotch knew you would be abducted. It was part of the plan; you basically set the stage to lure the unsubs in. Initially, you and Hotch were reluctant to goâmore you than him because you found him attractive. You were sure you wouldnât be able to take your eyes off him the whole night, especially as the people at elite parties dressed to the nines, and you were sure the way the whole team was looking at you would make you drool all night. You pressed your lips together, trying to stop yourself from imagining your handsome boss in a tight shirt, flexing his arms, showing off his muscles.
No, no, no! Thereâs no way I would be able to focus on catching the unsub.
However, none of them accepted your ânoâânot even Hotch. He told you how you would be the perfect choice, seeing the pattern of female victims remained the sameâone that you would fit. He turned you slightly toward himself by your shoulders, looking you right in the eye, promising that nothing would go wrong and that he would be there the whole time with you. Promise!
What you didnât know was that they would hurt you to make you comply. The female victims had fought back; you would have to do the same. But none had been hit in the headâeither they werenât, or you were the unfortunate one. If so, the coroner made a grave mistake, and you would deal with him when you got out of here because your head was pounding like crazy. You were sure you had at least a mild concussion
You and Hotch had strategized in his hotel room the previous night, reviewing case files and delving into the plan to demonstrate a temper akin to that of the unsub and to display behavior contrary to the victims.
âWhat if we donât show fear?â you suggested.
He raised an eyebrow, and seeing his expression made you gulp. You hadnât thought much before speaking; it was a bad habit, but sometimes you couldnât help yourself.
âElaborate,â he prompted.
When he nodded, you continued, speaking slowly to avoid waking the sleeping bear that resided within Hotchâthe one that got angry and lectured people.Â
âSo what if we show other emotions? Throw them off? Theyâre organized and live for perfection. Fear is part of the torture they perform, but they wonât be able to if we donât let things go their way.â
âWhat do you suggest we do?âÂ
He seemed impressed, his tone hinting at approval. You looked down to hide your blush, and as you pondered your next idea, you began pacing the floor while Hotch sat in his chair. After a while, he realized it had been too long since you started pacing and opened his mouth to stop you.
âArgue!â
Hotch widened his eyes in disbelief. âYou want us to argue while weâre kidnapped?â
âYeah!â
He was trying to match your enthusiasm, but he struggled to comprehend your willingness to argue with himâlet alone with anyone. âAre you sure?â
You turned to him, feeling a seed of insecurity beginning to take root. âI think the idea could work well, sir. However, thereâs a chance it wonât be effective with me. You can choose someone else from the team if youâd like.â
He immediately recognized that he had done a poor job of reassuring you. âI want you to be there. With me.â
âAre you really suâ?â
âI am, Y/N. We will go to the ball and execute the plan.â
You nodded your head, without any further arguments. He used anyone's first name on the team only when he was quite serious.
Before you could speak again, one of the unsubs struck both of you, causing you to flinch in pain.
âWHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?â one of them yelled, his brows knitted in frustration.Â
If anyone asked them, they would surely return the two chuckleheads they had kidnapped. You two were effectively ruining their game.
âAll of the previous ones shivered in fear before us, begged us to spare their lives, but you two are⊠bickering?â He toyed with the knife in his handsâthe same knife you suspected had been used to stab the female victims multiple times. Stuffing down the feeling of emptiness inside, you forced a sweet smile.
âSee, first of all, we were arguing, not bickering,â you huffed, feigning annoyance at their mislabeling rather than genuine fear.
Things I do for this job!
âExactly. And what are you saying about fear? Try living with this womanâshe's a walking nightmare!â
He means dream, actually.
You gasped. âYEAH! You didnât see the nightmare when you happily accepted my proposal. Oh! Or at the altar?â
âIf I had, I wouldnât be here, wearing the ring, would I?â he retorted, giving you a fake smileâmore mocking than sincere.
The team had taken care of the rings for the whole undercover mission and made you guys wear them in front of them.You closed your eyes slightly, suddenly remembering the embarrassment of that moment, the heat rising in your cheeks.
The way your cheeks were turning red, Hotch was glad this was a mission and he was not actually married to you; otherwise, he would never be allowed to set foot in the house after the stunt he just pulled. He was definitely sure of that. You were clenching your fists. He wondered whether they were for beating him up or controlling your anger.Your eyes betrayed your frustration, the one you were trying to hide.
Sheâs a wonderful actor.
âIâm telling you, Aaron. Shut up!â
The way your name rolled off your tongue sounded so soft and fluffy that he could hardly believe it. He knew his heart would ache when you went back to Hotch. He pursed his lips.
âYou always complain about me not giving you enough time,â you said, your voice harsh. He nodded in acknowledgment.
You and Hotch could see the team surrounding the room, clad in FBI vests with guns trained on the unsubs. When you glanced at Hotch, he signaled for you to proceed with the plan.
He knew it was risky, but it was a solid strategy to shock them. You were against it. Your face had turned horrified the night before when he explained his plan. It felt as if he had promised you paradise and then snatched it away. You were hesitant at first; he understood, but eventually, you warmed up to the idea.
âTell me, why should I make time for you when you're always busy at the FBI? In your office, having an affair with your case files,â you said, your tone dripping with feigned anger.
âLike you arenât in the office, working so hard that you donât even remember your husband works in the same place.â
Your heart stopped for a moment. You mentally squealed at his use of the term âhusband.â
How much I wish it were real!
âWait, what?â one of the unsubs asked, his voice filled with disbelief.
âWhat?â
âWhat did you guys just say?â His tone was low, likely from the shock of realizing he had kidnapped two FBI agents.
âYouâre FBI?â
âFrom everything weâve said, thatâs what you gathered?â
As the realization hit him and he raised his gun to shoot you and Hotch, Morgan and Emily barreled into the room, swiftly disarming them. Thus, ending your and Hotchâs plight.
âYou know, for being a parent, you are quite adventurous.â You said to Hotch as you walked down the stairs, who in turn moved his head toward you. You were so close that one move and your noses would touch. Â
âWhat can I say? Being with you brings out my inner talent,â he answered back, continuing the funny banter you had begun. Â
You chuckled quietly. âOh really? Then I probably should tell Garcia about this. She would be really happy for you to try new things.â Â
âNo. Iâm pretty happy that those types of adventures are out of my comfort zone,â he added. Â
âGetting kidnapped comes in your arena, huh?â Â
âAbsolutely,â he let out a laugh.
Lost in the bickering, neither of you noticed anything else. You were so invested in winning and being lost in each otherâs eyes that you paid no heed to your surroundings. Â
The team and the detectives were searching the place for any other evidence or things that needed their attention. Hotch, being the boss, should have been there. He knew that. You knew that, but neither of you made any attempt to move, staying in your place and bickering like an old married couple.
Unbeknownst to you, the hours spent in captivity had forced you out of your comfort zone with him. You were trying to retreat back to your âbefore-youâ self, but it was proving to be a challenge. Youâd be lying if you said you didnât enjoy it. Hotch was grappling with similar feelings. Â
He didn't interact like this with anyone on the team, except Dave, but he had known him before he became Unit Head. When he transitioned from prosecutor to agent and had a wonderful lifeânot the broken one like nowâDave had been a part of that life. It was easier to share things with the man who had seen him evolve into the man he was today. He would always understand where he was coming from. Â
On the other hand, the others were too young to be burdened with his matters. They didn't know much about him, and it would be foolish to share too much with them. However, you were the exception.
Suddenly, your gaze landed on a figure at the top of the stairs, his finger poised on the trigger. You instinctively pushed Hotch aside, but you couldnât move yourself. Â
Though you had some inkling of what was happening, you felt no pain. Instead, you saw shadows moving around you, felt a shove, and then you were falling, like a ragdoll. Â
For a fleeting moment, an unfamiliar fluttering stirred in your stomachânot the kind that came for him, but something more alarming. Â
What the hell? Why does it hurt? Â
You closed your eyes, wishing the pain would vanish as if it were a fleeting thought. When you opened them again, you found yourself in someoneâs arms, both of you on the ground, the ceiling above seeming impossibly high. Your head rested on his forearm. Â
Honestly, it was getting hard to put together what was going on. You closed your eyes again. But soon, someone was patting your cheeks, asking you to wake up! Â
Rude! What happened to manners? Â
As you opened your eyes to scold the intruder, you were met with the most beautiful brown eyes you had ever seen. Had you been more lucid, you might have noticed the worry and glistening tears in those eyes. You raised your hand to touch Aaron's face, but it felt impossibly far away. Â
I need to eat more. I have no energy. Â
Aaron caught your hand in his. Â
âIt's okay, Y/N. It's okay,â he said softly, a tone you had never heard from him before. Â
I want to hear his soft voice every day. Â
A sharp pressure at your wounds made you gasp. You gripped the personâs wrist, trying to stop him, but he didnât flinch, continuing to apply pressure. Pain shot through you, relentless and overwhelming. Â
âIâm sorry, Y/N. Iâm so sorry.â Â
He was feeling the pain of getting you shot. One minute, you both were talking, and the next he was on the floor while Reid shot down the assailant. Â
Hotch grabbed you instinctively, lowering your hand to keep you safe before you could fall hard. His focus was solely on you, blocking out the chaos around you. Just moments ago, he was teasing you, trying to draw you out, and now he was fighting to keep you with him. He never saw the attack coming, but you had, and you had acted heroically to save him.
This moment shouldn't have happened. He took off his jacket hurriedly.
Your darting eyes and panicking face pulled him out of his train of thoughtsâmore of a train of depressing thoughts. He clutched your hand, trying to provide some comfort, some sort of⊠anything to keep you from feeling only numbness. To keep you here. Â
Your breathing grew shallow, and he could feel your heartbeat racing beneath his fingertips. Â
âY/N, listen to me. Look at me,â he urged in a firm yet gentle tone, and you complied. Â
âTake a deep breath. Copy mine.â Â
He guided your hand to his chest, demonstrating as best he could. Â
âI know itâs hard. Please, just try,â he said, watching your eyes flutter open and close.
His sole purpose was to comfort you, to ensure you lived. You had toâ for the team, for your family, for him. Â
He pursed his lips and scanned for the paramedics, who should have been there by now. He fought the urge to shout for them as your blood soaked his clothes at a pace that terrified him. Â
Your groans sent a chill through him, a reminder of the stakes. Â
How could I have made such a mistake? What did I do? Â
Dave appeared as if summoned, taking the jacket from Hotch and applying pressure to your wounds. You winced at the pain, squeezing Dave's wrist to distract yourself. Â
âItâs okay, it's okay, it's okay, Y/N. Don't worry. I need to do this. Iâm sorry, but it's required.â Â
âIt hurts,â you said, tears in your eyes. Â
âI know, I know, Bambina. Iâm sorry.â Â
âIâve called the paramedics. Theyâre stuck in traffic,â JJ rushed in, her voice laced with frustration. Â
âTell them to hurry!â Hotch snapped. Â
âI have, but they said itâs going to take time,â JJ replied, anger and helplessness evident in her tone. Â
âItâs okay, JJ,â you said, trying to comfort her despite your own pain. Â
Hotchâs mind immediately wandered to Kate. Just how similar the situation was. So much blood had been on the road in New York, and he was trying to stop the bleeding while Kate spoke whatever came to her mind. How he tried and failed! Failed Kate. Failed in protecting you. Today again, he had been placed in a similar situation. However, he wouldn't let you lose your life today. Â
âMake it stop, Aaron. Please, please, please.â Â
âIâm trying, Y/N.â Â
He was sure your cries would forever haunt him. The pleas to save you would plague his mind like how Hayley's death did. Â
âHotch.â He looked at you. Â
âWhat happened?â you asked him, dazed.
âYou were shot.â Â
He could see the delirium in your eyes, the blood still flowing, your head tilting to the side.Â
âHey, hey, Y/N. Open your eyes. Keep them open.â Â
âYou're being mean.â Â
âI would rather be mean than let you lose your life, Y/N,â he said in a desperate tone, wanting you to stay conscious until the medics arrived. Â
âWHERE ARE THE MEDICS?â Â
He yelled, succumbing to his instinct to urge them to hurry.Â
âDon't yell, Aaron, please.â Â
âOkay, sweetheart. I won't.â Neither of you noticed the slip. Â
As sirens wailed in the distance, he gathered you into his arms, pressing his jacket to your wounds, and rushed outside, placing you on the gurney. He relayed the necessary information while clutching your hand, reassuring you both that everything would be alright. It had to be.
He looked down at his hands. Covered in bloodâyour bloodâthey were crimson, reminiscent of a child's crayon used for innocent drawings. Yet today, the red staining Hotch's hands and sleeves, which he had dismissed, marked your act of sacrifice to save him. Save him. He chuckled bitterly at the thought.
Why on earth would she save me?
He thought about the numerous times he let someone down in various ways. Hayley always topped the list. He had ruined the one good thing in his life back thenâthe thrill of their early relationship.Guilt wrapped around him like a suffocating embrace every time he was away on a case.Not being there with her, even for a day, felt like a punishment.
However, as time flew, he gained more responsibilities, going from being a newbie on the team to being the Unit Chief when Gideon took the teaching job at the Academy. From worrying about not being home for a day, he became worried about how to solve cases and how to tell his wife he wouldn't be there again.
It was a mess. His life was a mess. He was a mess. And you put your life on the line to save the man who didnât have anything in his life to live for except for his son.
He could feel the coldness of the hospitalâs black seats, on which he was adamantly made to sit. While he tried to give a stare, he was no competition for Dave, who just raised an eyebrow in response.Â
âHow on earth do you plan to help her if you constantly try to land in the hospital, Aaron?â
With an audible sigh, he dropped into the seat beside Garcia, who muttered words that sounded like âSheâs going to be okayâ and âDonât worry, Penelope. Sheâll come back and confess her love.â Hotch had no idea what she meant.
His eyes drifted toward the operating room. He didnât know how long he had been staring, lost in thought until he felt a hand resting on his knees. Morgan had placed his hand there, a silent reminder to stop bouncing his legs.
âSheâll be alright,â Spencer said, his voice filled with such conviction that it ignited a flicker of hope in Hotchâs heart, warming the void that had settled since he had held you in his arms, your blood and life slowly leaving your body.
He was struck by how quickly you had integrated into the team, despite having joined not long ago.
He couldn't help but reminisce about the first time you entered the bullpen. He always laughed at that memory. You looked like a child who had entered their favorite toy shop, looking around in the hope of buying the whole shop, even if it was impossible. He could see the way your eyes lit up at every scene they captured.
He concluded that it was probably due to being in the BAU, chalking it up to your dream. If you had such wide, radiant eyes at the prospect of meeting unsubs, then he needed to order an evaluation, stat.
Lost in thought, he didn't realize when he stopped and was basically in your path until you bumped into him and jumped two feet back as if you had just been electrocuted. Maybe you did, because he felt a spark through his body when you made contact. He shook his head slightly, hoping not to be noticed, and focused on your apologizing self.
âIâm really sorry.â
âItâs okay.â
âI didn't see you there, Sir. I wasââ
âNo worries, Agent. It happens,â he reassured, sensing your anxiety and hoping to quell the panic rising in you.
He didn't know why, but the way you reacted stuck with him. As time went on, he couldn't help but notice how you reacted to things. It was rather wrong of him to profile you, but after being on this job for so long, he did it naturally. He sensed that your fidgeting stemmed from some past trauma, a lingering shadow you carried.
Once, Garcia and Reid came into the office, looking downright nervous.
âSir, we want to ask you something, and we don't know if youâre gonna get upset, but we need to ask. We donât mean it in a negative wayââ
âYeah, itâs just weâve noticed things and thought we should clarify. We know you couldnât do it, butââ
âWhat is it?â Hotch asked, hoping to get them out of the awkward situation they had placed themselves in.
âHave you said something to Y/N?â
âIn what context?â He didn't know where this was going. He talked to you about many thingsâfrom cases to asking about your mental health to your godsonâs picture, which you kept on your desk, and whose soccer game you attended where you met Aaronâand he knew they could be talking about anything.
âSir, weâve seen the way she fumbles and the constant fidgeting with her bracelet. So, we thought you had scared my new favorite pookie,â she said, now herself looking scared to stand in front of her boss.
âNo, I didnât, Garcia and Reid,â he said, addressing the genius as well, who looked at him with fear, the expression screaming, If you scare my friend, I wonât leave you. âI am not aware of the reason she does it, but Iâm pretty sure Iâm not behind it.â
At that moment, the reason for your anxiety walked onto the floor, flanked by a cadre of guards. He was a significant figure, an employer who provided for manyâbut to you, he was the man responsible for your fear.
âAgent Y/N Y/L/N?â the doctor called out.
âYes.â The answer came in unison, and the team exchanged glances as Hotch stepped forward.
âThe operation was successful. Weâll keep her under observation for a few days, but sheâs going to make a full recovery.â
They sighed in relief at the news and thanked the doctor, who walked away smiling. Hotch felt his knees ready to collapse with the sheer amount of relief he experienced. He shuddered, thinking of everything that had happened during the last few hours. Hearing the news about you brought a smile to his face. His professionalism faded into something more intimate, a shared feeling of happiness growing inside his chest at the thought of you being okay again.
Suddenly, a commotion drew their attentionâdoctors, senior staff, arriving to greet a man Hotch didnât recognize.
âSheâs doing okay now. The bullets went through, but we repaired the damage. Sheâll be just fine,â one of the doctors assured.
Then the gruff voice reached him. âAre you SSA Aaron Hotchner?â
âYes.â
âIâm Arthur Y/L/N, Y/Nâs father.â
âHello, sir.â Hotch extended a firm handshake.
âAnd I assume this is the team, right?â
Everyone either nodded their heads or, in some cases, gave a little wave. However, the common factor was that they all looked confused.
âNone of you got injured?â he demanded.
Hotch maintained his stoic demeanor while Emily replied, âNo, sir.â
Arthur snorted. âShows Y/Nâs incompetence, doesnât it?â
The team stiffened, sensing the tension. Hotch narrowed his eyes. âExcuse me?â
âI know, I know. She isnât cut out for this agent thing. Iâve known her since she was a child. I know her capabilities.â
Morgan and Reid exchanged incredulous glances, fully aware of your remarkable capabilities in fighting, learning, and prioritizing. Rossi shot them a warning glance, suppressing the urge to confront the man standing before them.
Hotch opened his mouth to respond, but the audacity of Arthur Y/L/N cut him off, allowing the tirade to continue.
âHer decision-making ability was nonexistent from the very beginning. If I hadnât guided her, she wouldnât have even finished her studiesâsheâd probably be stuck with a GED or something. I know, Agent Hotchner, it takes a great deal of skill to thrive in this field.â
No, you donât, Hotch thought, anger simmering beneath his calm exterior.
Mr. Arthur Y/L/N sighed as if he couldnât help but stop, having so much to say but not wanting to expose his problem child.
âI hope, Agent Hotchner, you make the right decision now. Youâve seen how she ended up in the hospital. What good could it do for her to stay? If she leaves the FBI, your headache would vanish. I have my son handling my business right nowâhe could do something for her.â
Listening to him talk about youâa friend, a daughter figure, perhaps even a future loverâfilled everyone with rage, yet no one dared to speak. They knew Hotch would take care of it; he didnât need their help.
âListen, Mr. Y/L/N. Y/N is the most hardworking and dedicated agent Iâve ever encountered. So donât you dare speak ill of her,â Hotch said, stepping closer, his anger simmering as he examined the features you had inherited from this man. The thought of you living under his shadow sickened him.
âThe decision Iâm about to make is to have you removed for speaking against a federal agent and trespassing when she doesnât want you here.â
âHow would you know that?â Arthur challenged.
âIâm pretty sure she never contacted you after moving out. You must have people watching her closely; you got here too quickly for someone who wasnât even contacted. By the way, I just rememberedâyou arenât her emergency contact.â
Hotch was. A fact he was pretty joyful and grateful about, despite how he felt he had broken your trust.
âA father having his daughter trailed just to know about her speaks volumes. Do you know sheâs afraid to speak because she doesnât want to be a bother, doesnât want to be scolded just because you used to talk to her like that? She cut all contact with you so she wouldnât have to be near you, so it would be best if you leave before I take drastic measures.â His voice rose, startling Garcia.
Now, everything fell into place for everyone in the room, and their hearts broke.
How could a father be like this?
They had encountered many men like Arthur, but they had hoped that beneath your caring exterior lay a loving familyâsomething none of them had ever known. But they forgot that none of them had any chance of that; otherwise, they wouldnât be in the BAU.
âJack is lucky to have you as his father.â Your comment now made more sense in Hotchâs mind.
âSheâs just another agent to you. You can dispose of her. No need to make a fuss,â Arthur continued with a crooked smile.
âSheâs not an item you can dispose of. Sheâs a person, an individual. Sheâs special to many people.â
âOh yeah? Who is she important to? To you?â
âYes. And if I ever see you near her without her permission, I wonât hesitate to get a restraining order. Iâm letting you off this time because youâre her father.â
âI will end your career, Agent Hotchner,â Arthur threatened, a dangerous glint in his eyes.
âTry your best.â Hotch turned and walked toward your room, leaving Arthur to simmer in his anger.
âWhat a pretty face to wake upto.â you said, making him move his head from the window he had been looking out of, thinking about your father. You looked at him with a soft smile.
As you offered the compliment, Hotch felt an unexpected warmth flood his cheeks, a rare blush creeping up beneath his usually stoic demeanour. His heart quickened, betraying the calm facade he so often maintained.
It was a warmth that contrasted sharply with the wan smile Arthur had worn. Hotch felt a surge of protectiveness. Hotch was sure he would have done something if your father hadnât left quietly. However, he was certain of one thing: he wouldnât have regretted it. He would never regret standing up for any of his teammatesâespecially not for you. Hotch smiled softly.Yes, you bore a resemblance to your father, but you radiated warmth and humanity that set you apart. And you had a very pretty smile.
When you finally woke up, it felt surreal. Before you sat the man of your dreams, the one who had invaded your thoughts for months.
I know I have a crush on you, but geez! Stay out of my dreams!
You squinted at him, still dazed.
âWas he here?â
âWho?â Hotch feigned ignorance, but you shot him a look that he recognized as one Dave had taught you.
âHow do you know?â
As far as he knew, no one except the medical staff had been in your room.
âYour face. I have a talent for reading expressions, especially yours.â
âSeriously?â
âNo. The nurse mentioned you argued with him earlier.â
âIâm sorry forââ
âDonât. You did me a favor, Aaron.â
âWow! Your name sounds nice,â you mumbled, and Hotch felt his heart swell. He knew the medication had you loopy, but he was genuinely flattered.
âThen alsoââ
âShhh. Just listen. I would have fought him too.â
Your gaze held his, and he felt the weight of everything between youâthe unspoken connection, the shared warmth. His usually stoic expression softened as he grasped your hand.
âYouâre not alone anymore, Y/N. Iâm here for you.â He smiled, and you returned it, a spark igniting in the air between you. For the first time in a long while, there was hope.
From the doorway, the rest of the team watched, unable to tear their eyes away from the chemistry crackling between you and Hotch. It was a warmth that cut through the sterile chill of the hospital, a bond forged in adversity.
âWhat just happened?â Prentiss whispered.
âI believe we just witnessed the start of a love story,â Rossi replied with a knowing smirk.
âBossman is in love,â Morgan added, grinning.
âWell, itâs better than watching them steal glances at each other and be awkward,â JJ said, smiling at the prospect.
âActually, itâs going to be more. Theyâre bound to evolve into more affectionate gestures,â Reid chimed in.
âNooo. Itâll be cringeworthy, but the blackmail potential would be priceless,â Morgan teased.
âOh my! We can use this for their wedding speech!â Garcia exclaimed.
âWedding?â Rossi raised an eyebrow.
âOkay, maybe weâre getting ahead of ourselves,â JJ admitted.
âYeah, probably they wonât even start dating anytime soon,â Prentiss added.
âYou havenât been in love, Em. Iâm telling you, theyâre going to get married soon,â Garcia insisted.
But in that moment, as Hotch stood by your bedside, he felt the flicker of hopeâperhaps even loveâbeginning to ignite in the space between you. A new chapter was unfolding, filled with promise, support, and a chance for happiness.
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pairing: jihoon x f!reader genre: smut, fluff, friends to lovers word count: 3.4k summary: when you offer to cut jihoon's hair, he has a hard time holding himself back from touching you warnings: minors do not interact, swearing, petnames, fingering, multiple orgasm, penetrative sex a/n: against all odds, my current dream is to cut jihoon's hair
Jihoon did his best to control himself, to keep his breathing even despite his heart racing inside his chest. He knew he shouldn't be behaving that way, he was sure it was wrong on so many levels that he didn't even want to think about it. But he couldn't just get his mind to stop for even a second.
All he could focus on was the feeling of your fingers in his hair, your breath gently touching the back of his neck. Keeping his hands to himself was proving to be a more difficult task than expected.
He should have known when he accepted your offer to cut his hair that he would be up to his neck in trouble. Jihoon was sure he shouldn't have accepted it, but when you offered he simply found himself saying yes, like he was agreeing to a movie or a pizza.
Maybe he shouldn't even have a crush on his best friend in the first place. Maybe that was a point to think about. But it was simply stronger than him. Even though Jihoon told his brain that it was wrong, that he shouldn't feel that way, it was simply impossible to ignore what he felt.
And he had tried, with all his might. He swore he did.
That's why he had pulled away from you a little. The old âout of sight, out of mindâ. And for a while, you let the whole situation just move along how he wanted. You knew that if Jihoon walked away without saying anything it was because he had problems that he still didn't know how to deal with very well. And you knew him well enough to know when he needed time to himself.
But enough was enough and a month of absolute silence was all you were willing to give him. Thirty days was more than enough for him to understand what was happening. Thirty days was much longer than you wanted to be away from him.
So, without a heads up, to Jihoon or his friends, you simply showed up at his door.
You laughed at his sleepy face, his hair scattered everywhere and how he seemed completely lost while looking at you.
"Hi!" you said excitedly, walking through the door without being invited in.
Jihoon was a very private guy, who liked having control over the situations he got himself into, but in that moment, he had no idea what was going on.
It wasn't like you to show up unannounced.
"Is everything okay?" he asked, rubbing his eyes, doing his best to shake off sleep.
You sat on the couch and looked around, dangling your feet. Jihoon's place was organized and very few things were out of place, just enough to show signs that someone lived there.
You had missed it there. As strange as it may seem, Jihoon's apartment was the place where you felt most comfortable, even more than in your own apartment. Maybe the fact that you shared an apartment with someone you didn't like very much had a big influence in how you felt. Or maybe it was just because of him.
"I should ask that, you were the one who disappeared," you said smiling.
That was a smile Jihoon knew well, one that said you were insecure, and weren't sure how to proceed. He hated that he was responsible for this.
Jihoon liked to be the person you felt most comfortable with, the one you ran to when you had problems. He didnât want to be the one you felt like walking on eggshells around.
âIâm sorry,â he said, wishing you could feel his sincerity.
"Have you been out of the apartment?" you asked, knowing the answer would be no.
"Define out" he narrowed his eyes and sat on the other end of the couch. It didn't go unnoticed by you that he sat as far away as possible "I went to the gym"
It was your turn to narrow your eyes, focusing solely on him, analyzing every part of his face and slowly moving down to his shoulders. You werenât sure that was how it worked at the gym, but you could have sworn his shoulders had gotten wider, his arms bigger too.
A gym rat you had called him once. At the time Jihoon had laughed, but you knew that the expression applied very well to him. If it were up to him all he would do was go to the gym and work
"Did you see people, interact with them?"
"There were people in the gym"
You rolled your eyes. That conversation wasn't going anywhere, you knew that. Jihoon wasn't the type of person to leave the house unless he had a good excuse and usually, his excuse came in the form of a text message from you.
You were the only person, perhaps followed by Soonyoung, who was able to get Jihoon out of the house to do anything other than go to the gym and maybe a few trips to the convenience store. It was a constant joke that he didn't even know what the streets around his building were like. A real joke, because he really didn't know.
Jihoon would only leave the house if he really needed to.
"You didn't even get a haircut"
You pointed to the mess on top of his head. Jihoon laughed and tried, without much success, to make his appearance a little more presentable.
The last time you saw each other, Jihoon's hair was a little longer than he usually wore it. And you liked it back then. Every time he showed up in front of you you felt your heart skip a beat and your breathing hitch. But it had grown too much, was blunt, and spread in all directions.
"I didnât have time"
You laughed, nodding. You knew it was a lie, he was just too lazy, but you were willing to let it go.
"Want me to cut it for you?" you offered.
At that point, you would do anything to be close to Jihoon, even if it was for a short period of time and the excuse was terrible.
During the month you spent away from him, you felt as if an integral part of your life had simply disappeared. Jihoon was, you realized, a big part of your life. The truth was that you could live without him, yes. You could and you knew it, you just didn't want to.
Whenever you had the choice to be by his side or be far away, the choice would always be to stay with him.
Yes, he was, without a doubt, your best friend, but he was also much more. You actually wanted him to be more, but you werenât sure how you could tell him that. You were afraid of opening up and losing what you had. So you decided that a bit little of him was better than nothing at all.
"Do you really think this is a good idea?"
You laughed and scooted closer to him, sitting right next to him, your thigh next to his. Jihoon swallowed hard, it wasn't what he expected, but he didn't have the strength to run away, not again.
"Soonyoung didnât complaining"
"Soonyoung? You guys been talking?"
That fucking bastard, Jihoon mentally cursed his friend. Soonyoung had only mentioned you once and when Jihoon didn't pay much attention he didn't say anything else. Even if he hadn't said anything, even if he hadn't given any signs, he hoped his friend would still keep him informed about you and what you were up to. Apparently, he would have to "talk" to Soonyoung later.
"Yes, he came by last week. He got drunk after I cut his hair, I tried calling you, but when you didn't answer he ended up staying over"
You analyzed Jihoon's expressions, waiting for a change, and smiled discreetly when you saw what you wanted. He didnât like what he was hearing.
Jihoon wanted to hit himself. He remembered the call, but it had been made from Soonyoung's phone, so he purposely ignored it. His friend had a habit of calling him just to test his patience, so sometimes Jihoon chose to simply ignore him.
He was sure he would answer all of his friend's calls and regret most of them.
"If you promise you won't make matters worse," he said running his fingers through his hair "you can cut it"
And that's how he ended up in that situation, trying to control himself to keep his hands away from you
Jihoon cursed under his breath when you turned around, standing in front of him. He was sitting on the edge of his bathtub. He swore he almost fainted when you positioned yourself in between his legs
You were too close, your scent invading every single one of his senses. Before he could even realize what he was doing, he was running the tip of his fingers on the back of your exposed knees.Â
His faint touch was enough to make your legs tremble. You put your hand on his shoulder, whether it was to stop him or steady yourself was unknown. However, it wasn't enough to detain him, if anything it only pushed him to run his fingers up your thigh.
You did your best to ignore him and just kept on cutting his hair. If there was one thing you always loved about Jihoon was his hair, how he always let you play with it, how he would often fall asleep while you did so.Â
"I'm almost done," you told him.Â
Jihoon hummed, now both of his hands on your legs. He couldn't help but wonder if your skin was so hot because of him or because it was the middle of summer.Â
Finally, you put the scissors over the sink. You tilted Jihoon's head back so he would look at you. You didn't expect to see his eyes so cloudy, almost as if he was sort of lost in his own mind, maybe the mind of their own that his hands created.Â
"Okay" was all he offered.
You ran your hands over his hair one more time, making sure that it looked fine and even on both sides. You smiled, pleased with yourself. It had been a lie that you cut Soonyoung's hair. The last time you cut someone's hair was in the previous year when you cut Jihoon's for the second time because he, again, was too lazy to go to the barber and get it cut by a professional. You were about to move away from him so he could look at himself in the mirror when Jihoon held onto you, not letting you get away from him.Â
He ran his hands up and down your tights, pulling you closer to him, his forehead resting on your stomach.Â
"Don't do this" you begged him when you felt him push your shirt up, placing a kiss on your exposed skin "If you don't mean it, please don't do this"
"What if I do?" he asked, voice barely a whisper "What if I have meant it for a very long time?"
You always took pride in the fact that you knew how to read Jihoon when others couldn't tell the difference in his actions. He was known for his cold exterior but you knew just how warm and loving he could be. You had been on the receiving end of his love and affection so many times. But looking at him in that moment you didn't know if what you were seeing in his eyes was the truth or if it was what you wanted to see.Â
"This could ruin everything," you said.Â
He knew that. Oh, just how well he knew that. But in that moment he decided to throw all caution through the window and do the one thing he had been wanting for the past ten years.
"Yeah, it could"
Jihoon rose to his feet, his hands that previously were around your waist cradled your face. He looked at you once again, to make sure that he wasn't imagining it, that you wanted it too.Â
You couldn't take your eyes away from his plump lips, from the way he wet them with the tip of his tongue. You held the shirt around his waist, steading yourself when he finally placed his lips on yours.Â
His touch was tentative at first, still unsure, but when you sighed into the kiss, hand going to his neck, he deepened the kiss, urging your lips open.Â
You wrapped your arm around his shoulder, pulling him as close to you as you possibly could.
You had been kissed before, many times, by many different people, and not once had it felt like that. There was this magnetic pull towards Jihoon, which had always been there, but neither of you had ever acted on it. Everything else seemed to disappear while he was around. It was like tunnel vision and he was all that you could see and, in that moment, feel. You were sure that if a meteor suddenly fell in the next room neither of you would care, too lost into each other to even notice.
Jihoon kissed you like he was sharing his deepest secrets, one that was only for you to know. His touch was tender, enough to leave you like a fool, melting under him, but also passionate enough to make you dig your nails into his shoulder.Â
He pulled away from you, just enough to look at you. He watched as you slowly opened your eyes, lips slightly red.
"Yeah, this changes everything," he said.
Jihoon kissed you again, taking slow steps back, one of his arms outstretched to make sure that you wouldn't hit your back on anything, while he guided you to his room.Â
That night was going to change everything and he could only hope that it was for the better, that he finally would be one you looked to.Â
You felt the back of your knees hit the side of his bed, his perfume taking over you.Â
You kissed his jaw, then his neck, your fingers pushing his shirt up. Jihoon helped you pull his shirt over his head. Lightly, you ran your nails over his skin. You smiled when you saw the goosebumps on his skin.Â
"There's no going back now," you said to him "If we do this..."
Jihoon didn't want to hear it. All doubts and worries could be processed later. The only thing he cared about was that you were in his arms, the one you place he wanted to have in you for years. He wasn't about to let go, not when he was sure that you were just as into it as he was.
He looked at you while unbuttoning your shorts. His eyes were so intense that you almost wanted to look away. It was almost too much. But it was also not nearly enough, you realized. You wanted Jihoon all over, all at once.Â
You felt your cheeks heat up when he slid his hand into your shorts, past your panties. His fingers touched you as if they knew you, like he had done the same things many times before.Â
A soft moan left your lips when you felt his middle finger on your clit, rubbing it in small, slow, circles. You held onto him, gripping his arms to steady yourself.Â
Slowly Jihoon pulled away from you, pushing you down on the bed while you did your best to get rid of your shorts and underwear, suddenly hating how tight it was on your sweaty skin.Â
"I've been waiting for this for a long time, darling," he said, biting your neck, his hands finding their way back into your folds "Take this off"
You pulled your shirt over your head and laughed when Jihoon made a sound on the back of his throat. You looked down at your bra, suddenly remembering that it was matching your discarded panties.
"You were not the only one waiting for this," you said, pulling him to you again.Â
His fingers worked your clit harder, faster, more demanding than before. The thought of having you always wearing matching underwear, just in case he took his head out of his ass long enough, was enough to drive him crazy. He wanted it all and it wanted fast.Â
Jihoon watched as you closed your eyes, back arching from the bed.
"I think I can make you cum like this" he said and you knew wore that cocky that always made your head spin "Look at me"
You opened your eyes as he dipped his finger into you, curling it.Â
"Jihoon" you moaned when you felt the pressure of climax building up.
Your flushed cheeks, fresh out of an orgasm, was his favorite sight, Jihoon decided.Â
He reached for his bedside table, pulling out a condom out of the first drawer. You watched in complete trance as he finally pushed his boxers out, your mouth suddenly watering at the thought of having him fill you.Â
"You're too slow," you complained, pushing yourself up on your elbows, adjusting one of his pillows under your head.
He laughed, climbing back on the bed, on top of you.Â
"I'm enjoying the moment"
"You know, you could enjoy it a lot more if you just fucked me"
Jihoon laughed again, pushing your legs back against your stomach and over his shoulders.Â
He dragged his cock over your slit a few times, his tip getting caught on your sensitive clit every single time.
"Don't tease me"
Slowly he sank into you. Every tiny piece of him filled you, stretching you up. His name left your mouth as you got used to him.
"I'm ruined, baby" he caressed your tigh "Fucking ruined"
He took his time, each of his strokes languid. He pulled all the way out before pushing himself in again. He pressed your legs down, his weight over you in the most delicious way.Â
His eyes rolled back as you walls kept sucking him in, a groan escaped his mouth.Â
Jihoon's pace was torturously slow so when he applied the slightest bit of pressure on your clit you came apart under him. His name and incoherent sounds all you could manage. It didn't take long for him to follow.Â
He stayed still for a few seconds, both of you trying to catch your breaths. You let your legs fall to the sides, the position awkward, but Jihoon didn't move, he only leaned forward and pressed his lips to your in a tender kiss.Â
"You're staying, right?" he asked.Â
You had never seen him look like that before, unsure.Â
You ran your hand over his hair, a small smile tugging at the corner of your lips.Â
"I'm not going anywhere"
Jihoon was the first one to wake up. Not once in his life did he wake up feeling like that, happy. He wished that he could freeze that moment, or at least imprint it on his mind. You looked beautiful like that, just sleeping with your hair a mess. You looked peaceful. The frown you had the night before when you first walked inside his apartment completely gone.Â
He wasn't sure how the dynamics would be with the two of you but didn't care. You had stayed the night with him and he was sure that it meant something. Jihoon knew that you wouldn't have allowed him to touch you if you weren't certain of it. Of course both of you were worried about how your friendship would move on from that and he could only hope that you could become more.Â
So he held you tighter against his body, no room between the two of you. Jihoon felt your body tense for a second as you stretched your arms and legs. When you turned around in his arms, Jihoon closed his eyes, pretending to still be asleep. He did his best to keep his smile at bay when he felt your fingers running across his face, tracing his eyebrows, nose, cheeks and lingered on his lips.
As he opened his eyes, the only words that Jihoon could think of were I love you. You were the only person he ever thought of saying those words to, the only person he ever said them to. When he thought about his life you were always there by his side, not just as his best friend but also as the woman he loved.
That moment, Jihoon decided, was one that he was going to hold for dear life.Â
"I have to pee" you said when you felt his arms tighten around you.
"Just a little longer like this" he said "A few more minutes"
"Okay" you whispered, pressing a kiss to his jaw before settling into his arms, falling asleep once again.
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Welcome Home
Pairing: Simon Riley X Reader
Summary: Nothing shatters the tension of a fight quite like needing your boyfriend to rush home to save you from people who would do you harm.
Warnings: Angst, Language, Fighting, Fluff, Kind of mean!Simon but not too bad, very minor violence, home invasion, I think that's it...?
Word Count: 1.5K
A/n: we're gonna dip a toe in the COD water and see what happens. I love ghost and Konig so we'll see what else I do there. For any and all COD stuff, I use Canadian Military as a basis for the readers background.
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"I've had enough of this. I'm not gonna argue with you about somethin' so stupid," he hisses, glaring at you with hard, cold eyes.
"It's not stupid, Simon, you just don't want to ever entertain the idea of talking about things that might make you slightly uncomfortable!"
"Oh fuckin hell." He drags a hand down his face and shakes his head.
"Everythin's always gotta end with you being right, doesn't it?"
You frown at his absolute lack of any sort of understanding or empathy.
"This isn't about me being right, this is about you at the very least hearing me out!" You try.
"You knew what you were getting in to the moment you met me, m'not sure what you're expecting of me now. S'not like I can go and change the way things are, now can I?"
You narrow your eyes at him and his blatant ignorance.
"I understand full well, Lieutenant. I've been there, which is something you seem to conveniently forget."
He lets out a humourless chuckle and shakes his head, "don't go put yourself in the same category as me now, lovey. You know you weren't exactly at my level when you served."
His words are a slap in the face.
Sure, you were never quite JTF2 or SAS level, but that doesn't mean your time in the military is any less valid than his.
Seven years of your life you devoted to serving your country, the medical help for teams like his, and all he can do is turn his nose down at it as if it means nothing to him.
"You know what? Fuck you, Simon. I never even insinuated that we were at the same level and for you to try and..." you stop, pinching the bridge of your nose as anger fills you.
"What? Got nothin' to say now? That's a shock."
It takes all your strength not to lash out at him and even more to stop your bottom lip from quivering at just how mean he's being.
Sure, he's always been a little rough around the edges, a little harsh and brazen, but never has he been so downright mean to you.
"Get out."
"What?" This seems to genuinely catch him off guard, his arrogance faltering for a moment.
"Get out. Leave."
Simon Riley isn't a man who gets scared. He's been chewed up and spat out of hell before. Nothing on Earth can get the jump on him and nothing can scare him.
At least, that's what he thought.
His palms tingle and he needs to grind his teeth together a few times to collect himself before speaking.
"So that's it then?" He asks, his deep voice barking the question like he would an order.
You two have had your fair share of fights in the time that you've been dating, even more since you moved in together, but none where he's thought you might end things.
"I'm not gonna stand here and take a verbal beating from you, Si. Get out and come back when you've had a chance to fucking cool off."
He stares at you for a long moment, testing your resolve, waiting to see if you really mean it.
When you hold his glare, not backing down, he grabs his coat, mask, and keys and storms out of the house without another word.
You stand there in the kitchen for a long moment, the silence ringing heavily in your ears before you storm up the stairs to take a shower and, hopefully, argue out all your hostility in private.
The warm water runs over your tense shoulders for a few minutes and you try your hardest to relax, to let the anger seep out of you and run down the drain, but when you hear the front door open you're filled with rage once more.
You stand in the shower silently, waiting for the door to open and close again, signalling his departure, but instead you just hear boots on the kitchen floor.
Scoffing and shaking your head, you start to seethe.
As if he's wearing his shoes in the house on top of everything else.
You yank the shower curtain aside and step out onto the mat, not bothering to turn the shower off.
A crash from the kitchen makes you freeze.
Simon is never this loud.
Like a deer on the highway, you stay still, silencing your breathing as you listen to the noises coming from the kitchen.
Instead of calling out to him and potentially causing more trouble, you take a silent step to the counter where your phone lies.
You grab it and hit his icon quickly, listening to it ring for a while before he sends you to his voicemail. A loud beep sounds tauntingly in your ear and you huff out an angry breath.
You hang up and call him back, grinding your teeth together when he sends you straight to voicemail again.
The noises in the kitchen continue, and your heart jumps into your throat.
Answer your phone, Simon.
You shoot the text off quickly then immediately call him again, your stomach settling when the call connects.
"Are you home?" You waste no time on pleasantries, and instead hear him sigh heavily.
"You told me to get the fuck out, didn't ya? Why would I be home."
Your breath hitches and you press your back to the bathroom door, turning the lock silently as panic fills you.
"Simon, someone's here."
The fear in your voice has his blood running cold, his fingers gripping the steering wheel tighter as your fight gets shoved from his mind.
"What do you mean 'someone's here'?" He asks, his voice lacking the anger it had only moments ago.
"I heard the door open and I can hear someone in the kitchen."
You hear his tires screeching on the pavement and his engine roaring as he speeds home.
"Where are you right now?" This isn't Simon talking now. You recognize the change.
This is Ghost.
"I'm in our bathroom. Door locked and shower on."
"Good. Keep that water running. As long as they think you don't know they're there, you should be okay until I get home."
"Okay." You feel a little bit safer knowing he's on his way home.
"Keep me on the line."
"Okay."
There's a few seconds of just breathing before you speak again.
"How far are you?"
"Two minutes away."
"Okay... After you deal with these guys we can go back to yelling at each other," you whisper, wrapping a towel around your body and leaning against the wall across from the door.
He chuckles softly and the sound makes a small smile tug at your lips.
As much as he pisses you off and even sometimes hurts your feelings, deep down you know you'll never love anyone the way you love him.
You don't realize you've been quiet until he calls your name softly.
"You still with me, dove?" His voice is soft and you hear him turn the car off.
"I'm here."
"Good. I'm home now, don't come out of the bathroom 'till I come get you, understood?"
"Understood."
Sometimes living with Simon reminds you of being on base, and there are times when you despise it.
And then there are the times when you don't mind it as much. This is one of those times.
You hear the muffled sound of what must be him putting his phone in his pocket, and you close your eyes as you hear the soft click of the door handle through the speaker.
His footsteps are silent, even through the phone, and you feel ridiculous for ever thinking you'd hear it if he came home.
You can hear him as he takes down one intruder, and then what must be a second one.
He says nothing to them, that you can hear. But a series of dull thuds echo through the house before silence remains.
A few minutes go by of nothing, but you don't dare speak or open the door.
Ghost gave you an order, and you have no intentions of disobeying.
There are a few more moments of silence before you hear a crisp knock on the door.
"Lovey? You can open up now."
Breathing out a sigh of relief, you open the bathroom door and are immediately engulfed in Simon's strong arms.
He walks you backwards into the bathroom and squeezes you to his chest, mask hiked up over his nose so he can breathe in the scent of you.
"You all right, love?" He asks softly, his voice gruff and ever so rough.
"M'okay, Si. Thank you for coming home."
"S'my fault anyway. I shoulda locked the door before leavin' in a huff the way I did."
You frown and shake your head, pulling away to look up at him.
"This is in no way your fault, Simon. I could've easily locked the door after you. I'm just happy you got home in time."
Though you're not sure what the intruders really wanted, you're glad you didn't have to find out alone.
"I'll always come home."
And with those four words, he puts to rest not only the intruder situation, but also your argument from earlier.
Because he will. He'll always come home to you, regardless of what he needs to do, he'll make sure he comes home to you.
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cw: smut/pwp, verstappen!reader, pregnancy, phone calls, protective!max, cowgirl position
max didn't want you seeing any of the guys on the grid. it never sat right with him. he knew all of their dirty secrets and didn't need you getting involved with them.
but you and lando connected quite well, he was always sweet to you. he slowly grew to know you inside and out. you were perfect for him, it was just a shame that you had to keep your relationship private.
"this is silly." you shifted from one foot to another. you were currently in one of lando's t-shirts with a certain pair of underwear underneath, "where did you ever get this?"
lando was resting on his side with his head propped up by his fist, "the internet is a beautiful place, love." he beamed at you.
you'd barely call them panties, it was more like a strip of fabric held together by thin shoelaces. it was one step below a thong at that point. but it was neon green with your boyfriend's logo printed on the front.
you had refused to wear them to the dutch grand prix, but if he won, you'd wear them. you made the bed, now you must lie in it. you knew lando was still running off the high of the win, so you couldn't blame him. he beat your brother on his home turf, now he wanted to fuck his sister.
"do i have to wear these when i leave?" you asked.
he shrugged playfully, "sure. let your brother find out that way. if you leave them on the hotel room floor when he comes to pick you up... i can only imagine the look on his face." he knew that you had a habit of leaving things in hotel rooms. he had a decent collection of your make up that he had collected over your time together simply by taking home what you left behind.
it wouldn't be a stretch for your brother to find that thong, as embarrassing at it would be.
you crossed your arms and huffed, "couldn't i have gotten like a pair of boxers or even a bikini cut. this is shit that strippers wear." no offense to the hard working girls of that business, but that wasn't your line of work.
lando winked at you, "well, maybe you should put on a show for me."
you narrowed his eyes before you got on the bed with your boyfriend, "right, right." you ran your fingers through his hair and looked into his eyes, "you're a funny guy, norris." then went in for a kiss.
he got his arms around you and laid you out on the bed, his eyes raked your body. he admired your beauty and was eager to get the shirt off of you. which only left you in the thong.
"you know. if he fucks with me again, i'm finishing inside of you again." and watched you squirm under his grasp. oh, you were so beautiful. the prettiest thing ever put on his earth, and you were wearing his logo.
in all fairness you were going to be eventually be a norris, if his plan went well. he wanted you to be his wife. the pretty mrs. norris around the garage. all smiles and maybe a few babies.
a sick part of him liked the idea of taking max verstappen's sweet sister and putting a pretty ring on your finger. that he took the championship and his sister.
it pained him to take the thong off, but he wanted what was underneath. he wanted to see that slick pussy that he yearned for. he got the scrap of fabric off and gazed at your pussy before you took him by the shoulders and got him onto the bed.
he eyed your naked body as you straddled his waist, he helped you sink down on his cock. his expression changed as he felt himself nudge against the back of your pussy. almost took the breath out of him.
you breasts bounced with each thrust of your hips. he met his pace and held onto you. he eyed your beauty from the angle he was out. you looked painfully adorable. sweet little thing taking his big cock, letting it nudge up against the softest parts of you.
lando loved you, it was a infernal need, like the claws of hell gripped into him when he thought of you. he felt like a little devil when he got you into positions and rutted up against you. you were the ultimate prize, verstappen's little sister with the gentle eyes and sopping wet cunt. it was hot, that was all that lando wanted.
he'd never admit it to anyone (except maybe you), but if he had the choice between the championship and your sweet cunt for the rest of his days. he'd take you. there were a million prizes and trophies to win, but there was only one of you.
"lando." you gasped, your back arched a little as it hit just the right way. you felt tense as the pleasure lapped at your core. you were soaked and it felt hot all over.
"you're beautiful. you got all the beauty." he chuckled as he gripped onto your hips to meet your thrusts, "i can't believe you and max are siblings."
you whined, "lando. don't talk about my brother." your pussy sounded soaked from the movements you made. you were so wet for him and it made him shudder with want.
"sorry, sorry, baby girl." he said, "no more track talk, no more sibling talk." he leaned forward to kiss your chest as a promise as the two of your rutted against one another. the pair of you felt so good.
you moaned a 'thank you' as you placed your hands on either side of his chest to get a better angle to ride him. the feeling bloomed in the back of your head, it clouded your thoughts with that of hot, hot need. lust was a current in your system as you bounced on his cock.
"i love you."
"i love you too." you arched your back a little as you felt lando in your abdomen. a wave of lust went over you and made you run hot. your brother's rival was deep inside of you with little to no protection. it excited you.
but just as quickly as the pleasure rose in your body, it ran cold in a quick second.
your phone rang on the nightstand. while you ignored it, you caught the sight of the screen and saw that it was from your brother. you scrambled a little, with lando's cock still inside of him.
you felt ice in your stomach as you stopped for a moment. your breathing was heavy. it continued to ring.
"stay quiet." you said to lando before you answered the phone, "hey! max." you said, your voice was tight.
there was moment of silence with you still rolling your hips against lando's cock. letting it fill you. the bed squeaked a little and your breathing was heavy.
max sighed, "are you with lando?"
your breath got caught in your throat and you stopped your movements. you swallowed back the panic, "n..no. why would i be with lando.. i'm at my hotel!" you almost felt the air out of your lungs as lando's cock was painfully deep inside of you.
max said, painfully calm, "i know you are... don't lie." that was the thing about your older brother, he always knew when you lied. he could lie through his teeth, but you cracked under the pressure.
you felt lando's hands hold onto your hips. you said meekly, "surprise...."
your brother replied, "we'll talk about this after. i suggest you be more careful around the paddock, unless you people to talk... be safe. please. and tell lando to look at the driver's group chat."
you hung up the phone and put it down on the bed before lando moved you onto your hands and knees to plug his cock deep into you. he curved your back and rutted against you. you whined and tried to say something but lando spoke first.
"guess the cat has come out of the bag." the rush of it made him more excited as he rammed his cock into you. with a few more heavy thrusts, you came around his cock. and then with a few more, he finished inside of you. you came soon after as he rubbed his cock deep into you some more. the pressure made orgasm wash over you.
"lando."
"i've got you, baby girl. you look so good, all fucked out for me."
he loved the sight of you on your chest, hips up at the perfect angle to cream your sweet pussy. he slowed to a stop and pulled out, the base of his cock had a white ring around it from the mixture of your cum and his.
"what about max?"
"oh don't worry. i'll talk to him. gotta play nice with my future brother-in-law." lando said as he curled up further to you.
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max didn't kill lando. he also wasn't happy. not only was lando dating you, he had also gotten you pregnant. he didn't even need to say anything and lando was already promising a ring and a life together. max was honestly a little impressed. seeing lando step up to the plate.
he could also see how affectionate lando was with you. how he was there for you every chance he got. he didn't throw you to the wayside because he got what he wanted. max only wanted the best for you.
"i'm fine, lando." you said as you pinched his cheeks, "go do you press stuff, i'll be here."
"alright, alright. but if you need anything you tell someone. i'm not having my wife getting lost or hurt out there." he tapped you on the forehead.
max chuckled into his fist and you glared at your brother.
but when you came to the paddock in mclaren orange near the end of the season, your brother was less impressed. you were with the mclaren driver, but you were still a verstappen.
"next time." max said, "you're wearing red bull, the idea of a verstappen in mclaren clothes isn't right. you're not married to him yet." some habits died hard.
maybe you should've thought this over better before you started dating your brother's rival. <3
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You Taste So Sweet - P.S
P: Vampire!Sunghoon X Fem!Reader (16+)
Warnings: Blood, Blood Drinking, Teasing, Slight Stalking, Suggestive Content, Fated Lovers, Ambigious Ending, Predator/Prey.
Wordcount: 16,6k
Synopsis: A camping trip turns into a nightmare when a dare leads you to a vampire's castle. Instead of death, you find an alluring vampire who desires your heart and soul. As his obsession grows, you realize escaping his grasp may be impossible because he wants you more than anything.
a/n: as a kid.. i remember having a mega crush on the 3 vampire wives from Van Helsing :D but anyways, so i got some of the vampire ability ideas from @ yjskat on TikTok :) So credits to them! i also did alot of research for these themes :)
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Ever since you were young, you were captivated by stories of mythical creaturesâcentaurs galloping across ancient forests, sirens luring sailors to their doom, vampires lurking in the shadows, and werewolves howling at the full moon. But as fascinating as these tales were, you never believed them. Why would they exist in the real world, especially now, in an age of science and reason?
Maybe thatâs why you found yourself standing in front of a hundred-year-old castle deep in the woods. It had started innocently enoughâjust a weekend camping trip with some friends, far away from civilization and the distractions of the internet. After the sun had long ago dipped below the horizon, leaving the sky a blanket of darkness, you had all gathered around the campfire, pulling out flashlights to illuminate your faces in the flickering glow.
The night began with laughter and harmless stories, but somehow, things had taken a turn. One of your friends had brought up a legendâa vampire said to live in a castle not far from where you had set up camp. At first, you scoffed. Vampires? In this day and age? No way.
Thatâs when the dare came up. Prove it. Spend the night in the castle, and if you came back in the morning with nothing to show but a few laughs, they'd drop it. You, stubborn as always, accepted without a second thought. How bad could it be?
But now, as you stood before the towering, ancient structure, its stone walls covered in moss and shadows that seemed to shift and breathe in the moonlight, the weight of your decision settled in. The castle loomed above you, its dark, jagged spires reaching into the starless sky. For a moment, you swore the whole place was alive, like the stone itself was moving beneath your feet, pulsing with something ancient.
The wind whispered through the skeletal branches of trees surrounding the castle, and the heavy iron gates creaked eerily in front of you, almost as if they were beckoning you in. You laughed nervously, trying to brush off the unsettling feeling creeping up your spine.
âThereâs nothing here,â you muttered, tugging the strap of your bag tighter across your shoulder as if it could shield you from the growing unease. The gate groaned as you squeezed through the narrow opening, and with a deep breath, you started up the path toward the castle. Each step felt heavier than the last, and you couldnât help but glance up at the looming structure. It was completely dark inside, not a single flicker of light behind the cracked, weathered windows.
You sighed, trying to shake off the creeping dread. Of course, itâs dark. No oneâs lived here for ages. You were about to convince yourself of that when a sudden rustling beside you caught your attention. Instinctively, you whipped your flashlight toward the sound, heart pounding. A black raven sat perched in a twisted tree, its beady eyes fixed on you. For a moment, neither of you moved, staring each other down in the silent night. Then, with a sharp caw, it spread its wings and soared toward the castle, disappearing into the darkness above.
You swallowed hard, shaking your head. âItâs fine, itâs fine,â you muttered under your breath, trying to ignore the way your pulse was racing. Forcing yourself to keep moving, you continued up the path, the shadow of the castle growing larger with each step.
The gravel crunched beneath your boots as you approached the heavy oak doors of the castle. The flashlight beam trembled slightly in your hand, casting long, jagged shadows on the stone. You paused in front of the entrance, staring up at the intricately carved door. The wood was ancient, worn down by centuries of wind and rain, yet still sturdy, almost intimidating.
You hesitated. Behind you, the forest was eerily silent, save for the distant rustling of leaves and the occasional hoot of an owl. It was as if the woods were holding their breath, waiting for you to make a move.
Steeling yourself, you reached out and placed your hand on the cold metal handle. The touch sent a shiver down your spine, but you ignored it, forcing yourself to push the door open with a loud creak that echoed through the empty halls inside.
The air inside was thick and musty, the scent of dust and decay hitting you as soon as you stepped over the threshold. You swept the flashlight across the entrance hall, revealing towering pillars and grand, faded tapestries hanging from the walls. Cobwebs clung to the ceiling, and the floor was littered with debrisâremnants of a place long forgotten.
You sighed again, this time in a mix of relief and unease. There was no sign of anything unusual. No vampires, no strange noises, nothing that would suggest the castle was anything more than an abandoned relic. âSee? Nothing to worry about,â you whispered, your voice barely audible in the vast, empty space.
But just as you were about to take another step, a loud thud echoed from somewhere deep within the castle. You froze, heart leaping into your throat as the sound reverberated through the halls. Your flashlight flickered for a second, casting the shadows into an eerie dance.
âItâs fine,â you whispered again, but this time, the words felt hollow. You werenât so sure anymore.
You exhaled slowly, trying to steady your nerves. âItâs fine,â you muttered once more, as if saying it enough times would make it true. Deciding to set up camp before your imagination got the better of you, you unrolled your sleeping bag by the entrance. The cold stone floor sent a chill through your body as you knelt down, but you forced yourself to ignore it. After making sure your bag was securely in place, you sat back for a moment, listening to the unsettling quiet.
The idea of staying right by the door for the night was reassuringâat least you could make a quick escape if anything went wrong. But despite that small comfort, your curiosity gnawed at you. The castle felt⊠alive, in a way. You had already come this far, and the stories your friends had told around the campfire echoed in your mind, tempting you to explore further.
Grabbing your flashlight, you stood up, feeling an odd mixture of excitement and dread. You hadnât come here just to sleep by the entrance. If you were going to prove there was nothing lurking in the dark, you had to see the castle for yourself. Maybe then you could return to camp in the morning and laugh it off with everyone else.
The long corridor ahead of you beckoned, its darkened arches seeming to stretch into the unknown. Your footsteps echoed against the stone as you cautiously made your way deeper into the castle. The air grew colder the further you went, as if the walls themselves were closing in around you.
The place was clearly abandoned, but it felt like you werenât alone. You couldnât shake the feeling that somethingâor someoneâwas watching you from the shadows.
Suddenly, you heard it again. Thud.
This time, it was louder, more distinct. It sounded like something heavy had fallen, or perhaps⊠something had been moved. Your breath caught in your throat as you turned in the direction of the noise, the beam of your flashlight trembling slightly.
âHello?â you called out, immediately regretting it as your voice echoed down the hall.
There was no response, but the silence that followed felt different. Heavier.
Against your better judgment, you followed the sound, each step you took feeling like it carried you further into the unknown. At the end of the hall, there was a massive door, partially ajar. You approached cautiously, your hand hovering over the handle.
With a deep breath, you pushed the door open. It creaked loudly, revealing a grand staircase that spiraled upward into darkness. You hesitated, glancing back toward the entrance where your sleeping bag was waiting for you. For a moment, you considered turning back.
But something urged you on.
With the flashlight held tightly in your hand, you started up the stairs, each step amplifying the growing sense that something was lurking just out of sight.
You ascended the staircase slowly, each creaky step echoing louder than the last in the oppressive silence. The air grew colder with each step, and the darkness seemed to press in closer. Your flashlightâs beam flickered slightly, but you shook it, willing it to hold steady. As you neared the top of the stairs, a large, ornate doorway came into view, framed by heavy wooden doors that looked far sturdier than the ones downstairs. Unlike the rest of the castle, these doors seemed well-maintained, almost as if they were still in use.
With a deep breath, you reached out and pushed one of the doors open. It groaned loudly on its hinges, revealing what lay beyond: a grand ballroom. You stepped through the doorway, your breath catching in your throat.
The room was vast, with high ceilings and enormous windows draped with thick, faded curtains. A massive chandelier, still glittering despite its age, hung from the ceiling, casting a faint, ghostly glimmer as your flashlight passed over it. The floor beneath you was a dark, polished wood, still gleaming faintly despite the passage of time. The room, though worn, was far better kept than anything you had seen downstairs.
You scanned the room, taking in the details. Dust hung in the air, swirling in the faint beam of your flashlight, but the place didnât feel abandoned like the lower levels had. The tattered tapestries and cracked pillars of the lower halls were replaced here by careful preservation. It was as if somethingâor someoneâhad been taking care of this part of the castle, long after the rest had been forgotten.
The eerie stillness of the ballroom weighed heavy on your shoulders. The faint echo of your footsteps on the wooden floor was the only sound. You swept the light across the room again, lingering on a grand piano in the far corner, its glossy surface free of dust. It looked as though it had been played recently, the lid slightly ajar, exposing the strings inside.
Your heart pounded in your chest, every instinct telling you this was wrong. It wasnât just that the room was better kept than the rest of the castleâit was the strange, unshakable feeling that this place was waiting for something. Or someone.
You took a step closer to the center of the ballroom, glancing around nervously. Your footsteps were soft on the polished floor, but they felt impossibly loud in the quiet space. The air here felt heavier, as though something unseen lingered just beyond your sight.
Suddenly, you froze. From the far end of the ballroom, you heard itâa soft, almost imperceptible whisper that sent chills racing down your spine.
Your heart raced as you slowly turned toward the direction of the whisper. Raising your flashlight, you shone the beam across the far end of the ballroom. The light cut through the shadows, revealing nothing but the empty space where the sound had come from. No one was there. Just the eerie silence of the room, thick and suffocating.
You swallowed hard, trying to steady your breath, and called out, âIs anyone there?â
Your voice echoed back to you, bouncing off the high ceilings and polished floors, but there was no answerâonly the hollow repetition of your own words. The stillness that followed made your skin prickle with unease.
Your grip on the flashlight tightened as you glanced around, feeling more disoriented by the second. Something was off. You knew it, but the logical part of your mind still clung to the idea that this was just an old, empty castle.
Then, you noticed somethingâa faint swishing sound, like fabric being stirred by a gentle breeze. You aimed your flashlight upwards and saw the source: a large window on the far wall, slightly ajar. The curtains, heavy and dark, shifted ever so slightly in the draft that crept in from the outside. The wind was toying with the edges of the fabric, making them sway back and forth like the room was breathing along with you.
You exhaled in relief, telling yourself that it was just the wind. That had to be it. The strange noises, the whisperâmaybe it was just your nerves getting the better of you in this unsettling place.
But as the wind swirled through the crack in the window, the cold air carried something else with itâa faint, distant melody, barely audible. It sounded like music, haunting and old, drifting through the night like a ghostly remnant of something long past.
Your heart skipped a beat.
You shook your head, trying to shake off the creeping unease that had settled in your chest. Itâs just the wind, you told yourself. An old building. No need to overthink it. The ballroom was strange, yes, but it felt safer than the decaying entrance hall you had set up camp in.
With one last glance at the open window, you turned and hurried back down the winding staircase. Each step felt faster as you tried to distance yourself from the unsettling whispers and sounds that still seemed to linger in the air. When you reached the entrance hall, you wasted no time gathering your thingsâyour sleeping bag, snacks, and whatever else you had left behind.
As you packed up, the hard, cold stone beneath you was a stark reminder of how uncomfortable the night would be if you stayed here. The ballroom, despite its eerie atmosphere, at least had a smooth, polished floor that was far more inviting than the uneven stone slabs below. You figured youâd be able to sleep easier in a room that wasnât as decrepit.
With your belongings secured, you made your way back up to the ballroom. The staircase creaked beneath your feet, but you ignored it this time, focused on the task at hand. When you reached the top and stepped back into the vast ballroom, the cool breeze from the window greeted you again, but it was gentler now, as if the castle had grown quiet in your absence.
You unrolled your sleeping bag in the center of the room, right under the chandelier. The polished wooden floor, though still cold, was a welcome change from the rough stone. After settling everything in place, you stood for a moment, staring around the ballroom. The eerie whispers were gone, and the faint melody you thought you had heard earlier was nowhere to be found.
You exhaled a long breath, trying to let go of the tension still gripping you. âItâs fine,â you said again, your voice soft in the stillness. The ballroomâs grandeur, though worn, had a strange comfort to it now, and maybeâjust maybeâyou could get some sleep here.
You sat in your sleeping bag for what felt like hours, though in reality, it had only been a short while. The ballroom was eerily quiet now, with nothing but the faint rustling of the wind from the slightly open window to break the silence. The air was still cold, but the polished floor was more comfortable than the hard stone downstairs.
Your flashlight sat beside you, its beam pointed toward the ceiling, casting soft shadows that swayed gently with the breeze. You kept glancing around the room, your eyes following the flickers of light, trying to shake the lingering feeling that something was watching you. But there was nothing. Just the grand, worn-down ballroom and the sound of your own breathing.
You pulled the sleeping bag tighter around your body, trying to warm yourself as the chill of the castle seeped in. The massive chandelier above you swayed ever so slightly, but you told yourself it was just from the draft coming in through the window. Your mind wandered back to your friends, probably huddled around the campfire, laughing at the ridiculous dare theyâd set for you. It felt absurd now, sitting here alone in this massive, decaying castle, waiting for morning to come.
Finally, you decided it was time to get some sleep. There was no point in staying awake any longer, especially when nothing strange had happened since youâd returned to the ballroom. You took one last look around, reassuring yourself that everything was as it should be.
Lying down, you turned onto your side, pulling the hood of your jacket over your head as you curled up inside the sleeping bag. The quiet of the castle pressed in on you, the faint sound of the wind outside barely audible now. Your eyes fluttered shut, exhaustion from the long day finally catching up with you.
Eventually, sleep claimed you. The eerie stillness of the castle, once so unnerving, faded into the background as exhaustion took over. Wrapped tightly in your sleeping bag, you drifted into a restless slumber, your mind retreating from the strange surroundings.
But even in your sleep, something felt⊠off.
A faint sensation brushed against your cheek, gentle and cold, like the touch of a feather or a breeze. You hummed softly, stirring in your sleep. Your brow furrowed, and you shifted, turning onto your other side as if trying to escape the odd feeling. But the sensation returned, more insistent this time. The caress was cool and deliberate, like someone was carefully tracing the curve of your cheek.
You tossed slightly, murmuring, your body reacting to the touch but your mind too deep in the fog of sleep to fully register it. The sensation lingered, delicate yet persistent, as though whoever or whatever was responsible was toying with you, watching your every reaction.
You turned again, your breathing quickening in your sleep as the cold touch remained against your skin. Unbeknownst to you, a shadow loomed over your sleeping form, standing impossibly still. Gleaming eyes observed you with an unsettling intensity, the figureâs presence unseen but undeniably there.
And still, you sleptâunaware of the watcher that hovered in the darkness above you.
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You slowly woke to the soft glow of sunlight streaming through the cracks in the curtains, illuminating the dust particles dancing in the air. The gentle warmth coaxed you out of your sleep, and you blinked a few times, trying to shake off the remnants of dreams that felt oddly vivid.
For a moment, you lay still, the events of the previous night rushing back to you. You remembered the whispers, the caress against your cheek, and the feeling of being watched. But as you glanced around the grand ballroom, the memories felt more like fleeting shadows than genuine threats. Everything appeared normalâthe chandelier sparkled in the morning light, and the polished floor was still eerily silent.
With a sigh, you pushed yourself up and stretched, feeling the stiffness in your muscles from sleeping on the floor. After a quick glance around, you began to pack your belongings. You rolled up your sleeping bag and made sure you hadnât left anything behind. It felt good to have made it through the night, and you were relieved that the castle hadnât consumed you in the darkness.
Once you were ready, you retraced your steps back down the winding staircase, the air warmer as you stepped out into the sunlight. The forest greeted you with chirping birds and rustling leaves, and you couldnât help but smile at the beauty of the morning.
The campsite wasnât far from the castle, and as you approached, you could see your friends gathered around, still bright and cheerful. They looked up when they saw you, a mix of curiosity and excitement on their faces.
âHow was it?â Yuna called out, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.
You shrugged, trying to downplay your experience. âIt was easy. Just an old, empty castle.â You didnât want to admit the odd feelings youâd had or the strange sensations from the night before.
But your nonchalance only fueled their interest. âCome on! You canât just leave us hanging like that!â Wooyoung chimed in, leaning forward with a grin. âWe all want to see it now. Letâs go explore it together!â
Your stomach dropped a little at the thought, but your friends' enthusiasm was infectious. They began to gather their things, excitedly chattering about what they might find. You hesitated, glancing back toward the castle.
Still, you couldnât let fear dictate your day. âAlright, letâs go,â you said, forcing a smile. After all, it was just a castleânothing you hadnât survived the night before.
As you set off toward the castle again, your heart raced with both apprehension and excitement. Maybe exploring with your friends would be a different experience entirely. After all, safety in numbers, right?
As you and your friends entered the castle once more, the atmosphere felt different with the warmth of the morning sun streaming through the windows. The grand ballroom was just as you had left it, a stunning sight in the daylight, with dust particles dancing in the rays of light.
âWow, this place is amazing!â Wooyoung exclaimed, stepping into the ballroom and spinning around as if he were the star of a grand performance. âImagine having a party here!â
You couldnât help but smile at his enthusiasm, and the others soon joined him, their excitement palpable. Ji-Sun and Jiwon began to inspect the piano in the corner, while Mackiah wandered over to the chandelier, eyeing the outlines of the crystal fixtures with wonder.
âOkay, where to next?â Wonbin asked, looking around. âWe should check out that staircase.â
The grand staircase spiraled upward, and with eager agreement, the group moved toward it.
As you ascended the staircase, you noticed the details of the castle more keenlyâthe intricate carvings on the banisters and the faded portraits hanging on the walls, their subjects gazing down at you with expressions both regal and haunting. At the top, a balcony overlooked the ballroom, and the view was breathtaking.
âLook at this!â Jiwon exclaimed, leaning over the edge. âCan you imagine the parties they must have had here?â
âIt mustâve been incredible,â you replied, peering down at the empty space below, which now felt less intimidating in the light of day.
From there, you and your friends explored the various hallways branching off from the balcony, each leading to old rooms that seemed frozen in time. The doors creaked as you pushed them open, revealing dusty bedrooms, a library filled with crumbling books, and a dining room where the remains of an old banquet still lingered in the air.
âThis is wild,â Ji-Sun said as she flipped through the pages of a weathered book, its title long faded. âI canât believe this place hasnât collapsed yet!â
Your friends moved through the rooms, each one filled with awe and curiosity. You found yourself drawn to a small alcove with an old tapestry depicting a grand feast, the colors faded but still vibrant in their depiction of revelry. It was a stark contrast to the silence of the castle now.
But as you all continued your exploration, you were oblivious to the dark figure that had followed you. A black raven lingered just outside, its beady eyes watching your every move with an unsettling intensity. It cawed softly, as if keeping watch over the group as you wandered deeper into the castle.
âHey, check this out!â Wooyoung called from a room at the end of the hall, his voice echoing off the walls. âI think I found a secret passage!â
You turned to see him gesturing excitedly toward a hidden door cleverly concealed by a heavy curtain. The thrill of discovery sparked a rush of adrenaline within you, pulling you closer to the group. As you approached, the raven flapped its wings, disappearing into the shadows of the castle.
âWhat do you think is behind it?â Mackiah asked, peering over Wooyoungâs shoulder.
âOnly one way to find out!â Ji-Sun said, stepping forward with a bold grin.
The group gathered around, anticipation buzzing in the air as Wooyoung pulled back the curtain, revealing the door.
With a deep breath, Wooyoung grasped the handle of the concealed door and pulled it open. It creaked ominously, the sound reverberating through the stillness of the hallway. The group leaned in closer, peering into the dimly lit passage that lay beyond. A cool breeze wafted out, carrying with it the faint scent of must and something elseâsomething earthy.
âAre you sure about this?â you asked, glancing at your friends. The thrill of adventure coursed through you, but the shadows lurking just beyond the door felt unnervingly alive.
âCome on, itâll be fun!â Ji-Sun encouraged, her eyes gleaming with excitement. âWhatâs the worst that could happen?â
Mackiah and Wonbin exchanged amused glances, clearly eager to explore. âBesides,â Wonbin added, âif itâs just a storage room or something, we can always turn back.â
After a brief moment of hesitation, you nodded, curiosity overtaking your apprehension. The group stepped forward, with Wooyoung leading the way into the passage. You followed closely behind, your heart racing with a mix of excitement and trepidation.
The narrow hallway was dark, with only the flickering beam of your flashlight cutting through the gloom. The walls were lined with ancient stone, and cobwebs hung from the ceiling like delicate lace. You could hear the distant sound of your friendsâ footsteps echoing off the walls as they ventured further in.
âWhoa, look at this!â Ji-Sunâs voice echoed back to you, her tone a mixture of awe and disbelief. You hurried to catch up, your flashlight illuminating the space ahead.
You emerged into a larger chamber, and gasps of wonder filled the air. The room was vast, its ceiling arching high above, supported by sturdy stone columns that reached toward the dark ceiling. At the center stood a large, circular table, surrounded by mismatched chairs that looked like they hadnât been touched in decades. Dust motes danced in the light as you stepped closer.
âThis must be where they held meetings or something,â Jiwon mused, brushing her fingers along the tableâs surface, revealing intricate carvings underneath the layer of dust.
âOr maybe it was a secret gathering place,â you suggested, the idea thrilling you. âLike for a hidden society or something.â
As you explored the room, you noticed an old fireplace along one wall, its mantel adorned with faded photographs in gilded frames.
âHey, look at these!â Wonbin called from the fireplace, his voice drawing you over. âThese people look kind of⊠creepy.â
You approached and squinted at the photographs. Indeed, the faces of those in the images seemed to have an unsettling intensity, their gazes almost following you as you moved. You felt a shiver run down your spine, but you shook it off.
âJust old pictures,â you said, attempting to sound more confident than you felt.
Suddenly, from the corner of your eye, you spotted movement. You turned, instinctively pointing your flashlight toward the shadows, but saw nothing. Your heart raced, and you glanced back at your friends, who were all engrossed in their own discoveries.
âDid anyone else see that?â you asked, your voice slightly shaky.
Your question was met with puzzled looks. âSee what?â Ji-Sun replied, frowning.
âNever mind,â you said, trying to brush it off. The shadows danced just out of your flashlight's reach, but there was something about the air that felt charged, as if it held secrets waiting to be uncovered.
As the group continued to explore the room, a sudden rustle echoed from the passage you had entered. Everyone froze, their heads snapping toward the source of the sound. A cold breeze swept through the chamber, carrying the faintest whisper, barely audible, yet distinctâlike a voice calling from the depths of time.
âWhat was that?â Jiwon whispered, her eyes wide with apprehension.
Your heart thudded in your chest as you turned your flashlight toward the entrance. The shadows shifted, and you felt an inexplicable urge to flee the room, a instinct clawing at you from deep within. But you also felt a strange compulsion to stay.
You took a deep breath, ready to voice your concerns, when suddenly, the whispering grew louderâa chorus of hushed tones that seemed to echo from all around you, sending chills racing down your spine.
You glanced at your friends, who were all looking back at you with wide eyes, clearly feeling the same unsettling energy.
âGuys⊠I think we should leave,â you finally said, your voice barely above a whisper.
But before anyone could respond, a loud thud resonated from the passage behind you, sending everyone jumping back. The tension in the air became palpable, and you could feel the fear rising among the group.
âWhat was that?!â Wooyoung exclaimed, his bravado fading.
âI donât know, but I think we should get out of here,â you urged, your heart racing.
Just as you all turned to make your escape, a sharp hissing sound sliced through the air, causing you to freeze in your tracks. The noise reverberated in the cavernous room, echoing ominously off the stone walls.
âWhat was that?!â Wonbin asked, his voice laced with anxiety.
You all instinctively looked up, and the sight that met your eyes made your blood run cold. A mass of bats hung from the ceiling, their wings folded tightly against their bodies, and their yellow eyes glimmered in the dim light like tiny lanterns. They swayed slightly in the draft, their presence looming like a dark cloud overhead.
âOh man, this is not good,â Mackiah whispered, taking a step back.
The hissing intensified, a cacophony of flutters and screeches that sent a wave of panic through the group. The bats began to stir, their wings rustling as they seemed to sense the movement below.
âDo you think theyâre⊠friendly?â Ji-Sun ventured, though her tone was far from convincing.
You shook your head, feeling a knot tighten in your stomach. âI donât think we should stick around to find out.â
As if sensing your fear, the bats suddenly took flight, swirling around in a chaotic flurry. Their wings created a thunderous sound that filled the chamber, making it hard to think or hear. In a panic, your friends began to scatter, trying to find a way out of the room.
âRun!â you shouted, urging everyone to move.
You bolted toward the exit, your heart pounding in your chest as the bats whirled around you. The sheer force of their wings felt like a gust of wind, pushing against you. You could hear your friends behind you, their shouts mingling with the chaotic cacophony of fluttering wings.
You dashed through the doorway, stumbling slightly as you exited the large chamber, and you could feel the cool air of the hallway hitting your face. It was quieter here, but you could still hear the flapping of wings echoing behind you.
âKeep moving!â Ji-Won yelled as she caught up to you, her eyes wide with fear.
You all sprinted down the hallway, adrenaline coursing through your veins. The hissing had faded to a distant memory, but the shadows felt alive, pulsating as you dashed past them.
âWhere do we go?â Jiwon panted, glancing nervously over her shoulder.
âBack to the ballroom!â you suggested, hoping it was the safest place.
You veered toward the grand ballroom, bursting through the doors, you skidded to a halt, panting heavily.
âIs everyone here?â you gasped, quickly counting heads.
âYeah, but what was that?â Wonbin asked, trying to catch his breath.
âI donât know, but those bats⊠it felt like they were warning us or something,â you replied, glancing back at the door as if expecting the creatures to follow.
âThey were creepy!â Ji-Sun exclaimed, her voice shaky. âWe need to get out of here before something worse happens!â
You nodded in agreement, and the group gathered together, looking around for a way to leave the castle behind. The sunlight streaming through the ballroom windows was comforting, but the thought of returning to the depths of the castle sent chills down your spine.
âLetâs head back outside,â you suggested, moving toward the grand entrance.
As you approached the massive doors, you couldnât shake the feeling that something was still watching you from the shadows. You paused, glancing back toward the hallway, half-expecting to see anything, but there was nothing.
âAre we all ready?â you asked, your voice steady despite the anxiety thrumming beneath the surface.
With a series of nods, you pushed open the heavy doors, and the bright light flooded in, illuminating the worn stone path ahead. Stepping outside felt like stepping back into reality, and the cool breeze was a welcome relief.
âLetâs get back to camp and enjoy the rest of the day,â you said, trying to lighten the mood. âNo more creepy castles for now.â
With a collective sigh of relief, the group started to make their way back, the tension from the bats and shadows slowly fading as laughter and chatter resumed.
The rest of the day passed in a blur of lightheartedness, a stark contrast to the unsettling events of the morning. Once you all returned to camp, the tension eased with every hour spent lounging in the sun, telling jokes, and sharing snacks around the firepit. The eerie weight of the castle seemed to vanish in the daylight, and by mid-afternoon, the memory of the bats and the cold whispers in the shadows felt more like a strange dream.
Wooyoung and Mackiah led the charge in cooking a hearty dinnerâgrilled meat and vegetables wrapped in foil, while Ji-Sun and Jiwon worked on creating s'mores, laughing over burnt marshmallows and chocolate smeared on their faces.
Yuna sitting by you leaned back on her elbows, gazing up at the sky as it began to change hues from bright blue to shades of orange and pink.
âThis is perfect,â she sighed. You only nodded in agreement.
By the time night fell, everyone was pleasantly tired. The campfire crackled as the flames danced, illuminating the circle of your friends' faces with a soft glow. You wrapped yourself in your blanket, the chill of the night air seeping in but held at bay by the fire's warmth.
âWell, I think that was enough adventure for one trip,â Wooyoung said with a yawn, stretching his arms overhead.
âYeah, no more creepy castles for me,â Jiwon added, rubbing her arms as if she could still feel the cold draft of the castle's hallways.
As the conversation lulled, the stars appeared one by one in the clear sky above. Exhaustion from the day's excitement began to settle over everyone, and soon enough, one by one, your friends slipped off to their tents.
You watched the fire die down, the embers glowing faintly as the world around you grew quiet. The rustling of the wind in the trees and the soft chirping of distant crickets became the only sounds. After a few moments, you finally stood up, feeling the weight of sleep tugging at you as well.
âTime for bed,â you whispered to yourself, pulling your blanket tighter around your shoulders as you headed toward your tent.
Once inside, you unrolled your sleeping bag, the familiar scent of the forest around you somehow comforting. You glanced around, hearing the faint movements of your friends as they, too, settled in for the night.
Lying down, you shifted into a comfortable position, letting the soothing sounds of the forest wash over you. Your eyes grew heavy as you listened to the distant hooting of an owl, its call echoing through the trees. The peace of the camp surrounded you, and with a long sigh, you allowed yourself to drift into sleep.
But as you slipped further into unconsciousness, a cold breeze seemed to sweep through the tent, the kind of chill that felt familiar, like the air inside the castle. You stirred slightly, but exhaustion kept you from fully waking. Somewhere in the back of your mind, a flicker of unease crept in, as if something had followed you back from the castleâsomething unseen, waiting in the shadows.
Yet you didn't open your eyes.
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You woke with a start, your breath coming in quick, shallow gasps. The sensation of soft, velvet sheets beneath your fingers sent a surge of confusion through you. This wasnât your tent. This wasnât the camp.
Sitting up quickly, you glanced around the room, your heart pounding as you took in your surroundings. The room was grandâfar too grand. The bed you sat on was enormous, draped in luxurious fabrics with dark, ornate wood framing it. Heavy curtains hung at the tall windows, blocking out all light except for a faint glow filtering through the gaps.
No. No, no, no, your mind screamed.
You were back in the castle.
âHowâŠ?â you muttered to yourself, throwing the covers off as you stood, your legs shaking slightly as they hit the cold stone floor. You tried to recall how you got here, but your memory was a blur. The last thing you remembered was falling asleep at the campsite. You had been with your friends, safe beneath the stars.
âWhatâs going on?â you whispered, your voice echoing in the oppressive silence.
You hurried to the door, your pulse racing as you grabbed the handle and pulled it open. The hallway beyond stretched endlessly, lit only by the faintest light from flickering wall sconces. You stepped out, the cold draft brushing past you, making you shiver.
Each step echoed in the stillness as you walked through the corridor, your footsteps hesitant but driven by a gnawing urgency to understand what was happening. The castle felt different nowâmore alive, more⊠aware. The hairs on the back of your neck stood on end as though you were being watched.
Then, as you rounded a corner, a sound drifted toward youâsoft, haunting, and unmistakable.
A piano.
Your heart skipped a beat as you recognized the melody. It was faint, almost like a whisper carried by the wind, but it was there. A sad, melancholic tune that tugged at your soul. The same piano that stood in the ballroom.
You swallowed hard, feeling an icy chill settle over you. The ballroom. The same room where you and your friends had explored earlier, where you had seen the bats and felt the castle's lingering presence.
The sound grew louder as you followed it, your body moving almost of its own accord as you passed through familiar hallways, each one more ominous than the last, until you reached the massive double doors of the ballroom.
The haunting melody played on, drawing you closer.
Taking a deep breath, you pushed the door open, the creak of the hinges echoing through the cavernous room. Inside, the ballroom was just as you remembered, but something was different. The light was dim, casting long shadows across the floor, and in the center of the room, sitting at the grand piano, was a figure.
They were cloaked in darkness, their form barely visible in the faint light, but their hands moved gracefully over the keys, producing the haunting melody that had lured you here.
You took a step forward, your breath catching in your throat as you spoke, your voice shaky. âHello?â
The figure didnât respond, continuing to play as though unaware of your presence. The melody swirled around you, tugging at something deep inside, making your chest tighten with an inexplicable sorrow.
Your feet moved on their own, carrying you closer until you stood at the edge of the ballroom floor, the soft glow of candlelight casting flickering shadows over the room. The figure finally stopped playing, their hands resting on the keys.
In the silence that followed, you felt the weight of their gaze, though you couldnât see their face clearly.
âWhy⊠why am I here?â you asked, your voice barely above a whisper, but the question hung in the air like a plea.
The figure slowly rose from the bench, the shadows clinging to them like a second skin. Then the figure turned slowly toward you, stepping fully into the faint light, and you froze in place, caught off guard by the sheer intensity of his presence. He was tall, much taller than you had imagined, his long black cloak accentuating his height and flowing gracefully with his every movement. The shadows seemed to cling to him like they belonged to him.
His pale skin contrasted starkly with his dark hair, which framed his sharp, otherworldly features. His face was elegant yet unnerving, the kind of beauty that both mesmerized and unsettled. His strong, defined jawline and sharp nose gave his face an aristocratic appearance, while a few faint moles dotted his otherwise perfect complexion. His thick, dark eyebrows added a commanding intensity to his gaze, one that made it hard to look away.
But it was his eyes that held you captiveâpiercing and gleaming like two pools of silver, reflecting the faint light in a way that felt almost inhuman. They stared at you with an unnerving intensity, as though they could see through you, past the surface, into the deepest parts of your soul.
A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, slow and deliberate, as though he found some silent amusement in your reaction. His presence was overwhelming, like the very air in the room shifted to accommodate his power. You could feel it, a heavy, ancient energy that radiated from him, seeping into the space between you.
"You are not afraid," he said, his voice smooth and low, carrying an almost hypnotic quality. He took another step closer, and your pulse quickened, though your feet remained rooted in place. "Curious, perhaps⊠but not afraid."
His words sent a chill down your spine, but you couldnât bring yourself to back away. His beauty was haunting, but there was something dangerous beneath it, something ancient and powerful. The way he moved, the way he looked at youâit was as if he had all the time in the world, as if he had been waiting for you specifically.
âWho are you?â you managed to ask, your voice quieter than you intended.
He didnât answer immediately, his intense gaze never leaving yours. Instead, he reached out slowly, his pale fingers brushing against a lock of your hair, almost tenderly. His touch was cold, but the gesture felt oddly intimate.
"You will know soon enough," he whispered, his voice like velvet, wrapping around you. "But for now, consider yourself⊠a guest."
The way he said it made your stomach twist. A guest in this castle, or something else entirely? You werenât sure you wanted to find out.
A sudden caw echoed through the room, piercing the tension like a knife. The raven from earlier swooped down through the open window, its wings flapping as it landed on the ledge. His attention shifted, his cold, gleaming eyes breaking away from yours for just a moment.
It was enough.
The spell that had held you frozen broke, and you gasped for breath, your body suddenly free to move. Without thinking, you turned on your heel and ran, the sound of your heartbeat roaring in your ears. Your legs moved as fast as they could, carrying you toward the ballroom doors, your only thought to escape.
But just as you were within reach of the exit, the heavy wooden doors slammed shut with a thunderous boom. The impact left the room in total darkness, as though the very light had been snuffed out by some unseen force.
A scream tore from your throat, but it barely reached your own ears over the rush of adrenaline. Panic surged through your veins as you spun around, desperate to see where he had gone. But the darkness was impenetrable, and where he had stood moments before was now just a void.
Your breath came in ragged gasps as you fumbled toward the door, hopingâprayingâit would open. But before you could even touch it, you were met with a pair of glowing red eyes, gleaming like embers in the blackness. They were upside down, hanging just inches from your face, and you stumbled backward, your heart nearly stopping.
âYouâre not leaving so soon, are you?â His voice was smooth, with an edge of mockery, as if he were disappointed. You could almost hear the smirk in his tone as he added, âItâs impolite to leave without saying goodbye.â
His red eyes bore into you, his tone calm but menacing, and your body reacted before your mind could catch up. You turned and ran again, darting toward any exit, any escape.
"I love it when they run," you heard him say from behind you, his voice almost a purr.
Your heart raced even faster, and you sprinted through the ballroom, past the pillars, through the shadows, your every instinct screaming to get away. The castle was a maze, but you didnât care. You had to get out, even if it meant throwing yourself blindly into the unknown corridors ahead. The echo of your footsteps was the only sound as you ran, knowingâfeelingâthat he was right behind you, enjoying every second of your terror.
As you ran through the dark, twisting corridors of the castle, his voice seemed to follow you, wrapping around your thoughts like a cold fog. It wasnât loudâit was more like an echo, a taunting whisper in your ears, weaving in and out of your mind, always there no matter how far or fast you ran.
"You think you can escape?" his voice purred, teasing, as though the chase amused him. "There is no escape from me. Not here."
Your breaths came in short, desperate gasps as you darted down another hallway, your legs burning with every frantic step. His presence loomed behind you, unseen but felt, a shadow just out of reach. You could hear his low chuckle, an infuriating sound that sent chills down your spine.
"I could catch you any time I wanted," he said, the words floating around you like smoke. "But this⊠this is so much more entertaining."
Your heart hammered wildly in your chest, the thudding of your pulse so loud you were sure he could hear it. His voice was so close now, almost like he was whispering directly into your ear.
"I can hear it, you know. Your heart," he murmured, the satisfaction clear in his tone. "Itâs beating so fast. So wild. I can feel your blood thrumming beneath your skin, calling to me. So sweet, so tempting."
The way he spoke about your heartbeat, your bloodâit made your skin crawl. You turned another corner, stumbling slightly as your fear overtook you, but you didnât stop. You couldnât stop.
"Youâll end up in my arms eventually," he continued, his voice velvet-smooth and filled with certainty. "Why fight it? You're running in circles, and we both know how this ends."
You pushed yourself harder, the overwhelming dread threatening to consume you. His voice wrapped tighter around your mind, mocking, as if he knew every thought, every fear coursing through you.
"And to think," he said, his voice dripping with amusement, "you didnât even believe. You scoffed at the idea of my kind, so sure of yourself. So sure it was all just folklore."
He laughed then, a soft, mocking sound that sent shivers down your spine. "Now look at youârunning from the very thing you denied. How ironic."
Tears stung your eyes, not from pain, but from the sheer helplessness of the situation. His presence felt suffocating, growing stronger with every passing second. You could feel him behind you, his gaze like a predator's, tracking your every move, savoring the chase.
You kept running, but in the pit of your stomach, you knew he was right. This was his game, and he was in complete control. The vampire wasnât just toying with you; he was savoring your terror.
You suddenly skidded to a halt, your chest heaving as you stared ahead. A dead end.
Panic surged through you, your heart racing faster than before. You turned, pressing your back against the cold stone wall, eyes scanning the darkness for any sign of him. But there was nothing. The hallway behind you was empty, silent except for the faint echo of your ragged breathing. Yet, you knew he was there. Somewhere in the shadows, waiting, watching.
Your breath hitched as your fingers brushed against the stone at your back, searching for any way out, any escape from this nightmare. Just then, you felt somethingâa click beneath your palm. You barely had time to register what it was before the wall behind you shifted.
With a sudden jolt, the stone gave way, and you let out a small noise of surprise as you stumbled backward. The floor beneath your feet disappeared, and before you could react, you were slidingâfalling into darkness as the wall sealed shut above you.
The stone passage gave way to a steep, slick tunnel, and you slid down fast, the air rushing past you as the world blurred around you. Your heart pounded in your chest, your hands grasping at the smooth, unforgiving surface as you tumbled deeper into the unknown. There was no way to stop yourself, no way to control the rapid descent.
The tunnel twisted and turned, and you had no idea where it ledâor if it would ever end. All you knew was that it was taking you farther from him, away from the overwhelming presence that had haunted you. But at what cost?
After what felt like an eternity, the tunnel spit you out onto a hard, damp floor. You gasped, the impact knocking the wind from your lungs as you lay there, disoriented, the cold seeping through your clothes. The room you found yourself in was dimly lit by torches mounted on ancient stone walls, the flickering light casting long shadows. It looked like an underground chamber, far beneath the castle.
For a moment, you just lay there, catching your breath, trying to process what had just happened. Youâd escapedâat least for now. But as the adrenaline began to fade, the terror settled in once more. You had no idea where you were, no idea how deep into the castle you had fallen.
And no idea if he was still following you.
You pulled yourself up onto shaky legs, looking around the chamber, your eyes catching on a doorway at the far end. It seemed to lead further into the labyrinth beneath the castle. You swallowed hard, a sense of foreboding settling in your gut. But you couldnât stay here. You had to move, to keep going, even if it meant diving deeper into this strange, twisted place.
You glanced behind you, half-expecting to see those glowing red eyes emerge from the shadows. But for now, there was only silence.
You pushed yourself foward, your legs trembling as you forced them to move. Every step felt heavy, the fear still gripping you like a vice. The chamber stretched out ahead of you, dim and eerie, the flickering torchlight casting long, dancing shadows across the stone walls.
You hesitated at the doorway, staring into the hallway beyond, a narrow passage lined with more rooms, each one giving off an air of something long-forgotten. You swallowed hard, the silence around you oppressive, and took a tentative step forward.
The first room you passed was small, the door slightly ajar. Curiosity mixed with dread as you nudged it open further, revealing its contents. In the center of the room sat a single coffin, its lid partially cracked open, the heavy wood creaking under its own weight. Your breath hitched as you moved closer, half-expecting something to leap out from within.
But it was empty.
Just an old, decaying coffin, its insides lined with faded velvet. You backed away slowly, glancing over your shoulder as you left the room behind, hoping that whatever had been inside had long since departed.
As you moved further down the passage, you found another room. This one was larger, the door hanging loosely from its hinges. The coffin here was fully closed, the surface covered in a thick layer of dust. You stepped inside, your footsteps echoing in the stillness as you circled it, unease prickling at the back of your neck. Something about this room felt differentâheavier, somehow. But when you finally gathered the nerve to push the coffin lid open, you found it empty too.
One by one, you passed through room after room, each holding a coffin at its center. Some were open, revealing nothing but darkness inside. Others were sealed tight, but there was no sign of lifeâor unlifeâin any of them. The further you went, the more the rooms began to blur together, all holding the same macabre centerpiece. The coffins, despite their ominous presence, seemed abandoned.
But why?
You shuddered, the silence pressing in around you like a weight, each breath you took feeling like a strain. This place wasnât just oldâit was ancient, steeped in something far darker than time. You couldn't shake the feeling that this wasnât a mere crypt. It felt like a lair.
And if these coffins were empty⊠where were their inhabitants now?
The question sent a chill down your spine, and you quickened your pace, moving from room to room, hoping to find an exit, an escape from this twisted place. But the longer you wandered through the labyrinth of coffins, the more you felt the walls closing in on you.
As you reached the end of the hallway, your breath shallow and your nerves on edge, you hesitated in front of the final door. The wood was polished, untouched by time or decay, standing in stark contrast to the worn stone and dilapidated coffins behind you. Something about this door felt differentâalmost inviting, as if it didnât belong in the same world as the crypt-like rooms you had passed through.
Slowly, you reached for the handle and pushed the door open.
What you found on the other side left you momentarily speechless. It wasnât the cold, dark chamber you had expected. Instead, you stepped into a room that felt strangely⊠warm. Cozy, even. The scent of aged wood and faint traces of smoke from long-dead fires hung in the air, and the soft glow from several lamps bathed the room in a golden light.
The room was well-kept, utterly free from the dust and decay that plagued the rest of the castle. Tall bookshelves lined the walls, filled with leather-bound tomes that looked like they had been carefully preserved over centuries. Plush couches and chairs were scattered around the room, their rich, dark fabrics pristine as if waiting for guests to arrive. Empty fireplaces dotted the walls, their mantels adorned with intricate carvings and relics. The ambiance was one of strange elegance and a sense of deep history.
But what caught your attention most were the portraits hanging on the walls. You walked closer, your eyes widening in recognition. The first painting was of the man, tall and regal, with the same otherworldly beauty as you had encountered in the ballroom. His dark hair fell in loose waves around his face, and though he appeared younger in the portrait, his eyesâthe same piercing gaze you had locked eyes with earlierâremained the same. Cold. Intense.
Your breath hitched as you moved to the next painting. It was him again, this time standing beside another figure who looked similar in appearance, though this personâs features were softer, less severe. They were younger here, almost ageless, but there was a darkness in their eyes that hadnât been captured in the earlier portraits.
You continued down the line of paintings, each depicting moments from what must have been his lifeâor rather, his existence. In some, he stood alone in grand ballrooms or ancient forests, always with that same commanding presence. In others, he was surrounded by people, but their faces were blurred, as if time had erased their significance.
Every painting radiated an unsettling energy, and with each new portrait, you felt the weight of his presence grow stronger. It was as though he had always been here, lurking in the shadows of the castle for centuries, waiting.
And now you were in his domain.
You took a shaky step back, your mind racing. The man you had met wasnât just some passing phantomâhe was something much older. The fact that this room looked so well-preserved while the rest of the castle crumbled around it told you that it was special, important. This was his space, and you had wandered right into it.
A creeping sense of dread settled in your chest as you glanced at the portrait once more. His eyes, even from the canvas, seemed to watch your every move, as though he was still there, lurking just out of sight.
As you continued to absorb the enchanting yet unsettling atmosphere of the cozy room, your eyes fell on the books lining the shelves. They were a mix of titles, but one caught your attentionâa familiar spine adorned with elegant lettering. It was a book you had read long ago, a tale of forbidden love between a human and a vampire, steeped in tragedy and longing.
You approached the shelf, your heart racing. The book felt almost like a beacon, calling out to you. With trembling hands, you reached for it, pulling it gently from its place. As you did, a soft click echoed through the room, causing you to pause mid-motion. Your breath hitched as the shelf shifted slightly, revealing a narrow gapâa hidden door.
You couldnât believe your eyes. A secret passageway? Without a second thought, you placed the book down on one of the couches, your heart pounding with anticipation. Slipping behind the shelf, you squeezed through the narrow opening, the air cooler as you entered the darkness of the hidden hallway.
The passage was dimly lit, the walls lined with rough stone, and you moved quickly, driven by a sense of urgency. You had no idea how long you had before the vampire would realize you were gone. The hallway twisted and turned, each step echoing in the silence, leading you deeper into the bowels of the castle.
Finally, you reached the end of the corridor, where a hatch stood ajar, the faint light of the moon spilling in through the crack. Your heart raced as you climbed up, pushing the hatch open and crawling through. As you emerged, the cool night air hit your face like a breath of fresh freedom.
You blinked against the brightness, taking in your surroundings. You were in a courtyard, the stars twinkling above like a million tiny lanterns. The space was overgrown with wildflowers and tangled vines, the stone walls of the castle looming high around you. It was eerily quiet, the kind of quiet that hinted at secrets lingering in the shadows.
You took a moment to catch your breath, relief flooding through you. You had escaped! But as you stood there, taking in the beauty of the courtyard, you couldn't shake the feeling that you werenât entirely safe yet. The castle was alive with its own history, and you were still very much a part of it.
Then, just as you were about to make your way toward an exit, you heard itâa faint rustling behind you. Instinctively, you turned, heart pounding as you scanned the area. The shadows danced, and for a brief moment, you thought you caught a glimpse of dark hair and those hauntingly bright eyes among the foliage.
Your breath caught in your throat.
It was him.
âWhere are you going?â His voice drifted through the air, smooth and inviting, yet laced with an undercurrent of danger.
You felt the urge to run again, to flee into the night, but your legs felt like lead. You were trapped in a moment where fear and curiosity collided, and there he was, stepping out from the shadows, a smirk playing on his lips, an ethereal figure framed by the moonlight.
You backed away, your heart racing as he stepped closer, closing the distance between you with an unsettling grace. The night air felt charged, and you could almost feel the heat radiating off him, drawing you in even as every instinct told you to flee.
You averted your gaze, focusing instead on the tangled vines and wildflowers at your feet, determined not to meet his intense stare. His presence was overwhelming, and you felt like a moth drawn to a flame, teetering on the edge of danger.
He chuckled softly, the sound smooth and velvety, cutting through the stillness of the courtyard. âOh, my sweet,â he purred, his voice low and mesmerizing. âWhy are you avoiding me? I can see you trying not to look into my eyes, and I must admit, I would love to see your beautiful eyes.â
Your heart thudded in your chest, a mix of fear and something elseâa strange, inexplicable allure. He took another step forward, his gaze locking onto you with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine. âI want to see all of you,â he continued, his voice almost a whisper, beckoning you to look at him.
For a fleeting moment, you felt the pull of his words, the way they wrapped around you like a silken thread. But you held strong, forcing yourself to look away. You focused on the distant trees lining the edge of the courtyard, the moonlight casting long shadows that felt like barriers between you and him.
âCome now,â he teased, his tone playful yet dripping with a seductive edge. âDonât you want to see me too? Itâs only fair, isnât it?â
His words curled around you, tempting you to relent, to give in to that magnetic pull. But you steeled yourself, clenching your fists at your sides. âI donât believe in vampires,â you whispered, even though the words felt hollow.
âIs that so?â His voice took on a mocking lilt, though there was an undeniable intrigue beneath it. âAnd yet, here you are, in my courtyard, speaking to me. Perhaps you should reconsider your beliefs.â
You took another step back, your mind racing. âI donât want to be here,â you replied, desperation creeping into your voice. âI need to leave.â
His expression shifted, the playful demeanor slipping slightly, replaced with something darker, more serious. âYou think you can just run away from me?â
The challenge hung heavy in the air. He stepped forward again, and you felt a spark of panic. But instead of fleeing, you summoned your courage and stood your ground. âIâm not afraid of you,â you declared, even as uncertainty gripped you.
âNot afraid?â he echoed, tilting his head, eyes glimmering with mischief. âThen why do you tremble? Why does your heart beat so fast, as if it's dancing to a rhythm only I can hear?â
You felt your heart racing, pulse pounding in your ears. But still, you refused to look him in the eye. âBecause I know what you are,â you replied, trying to sound steady despite the tremor in your voice.
His lips curved into a slow, wicked smile, and he stepped even closer, closing the gap until you could feel the coldness radiating from him. âThen you should know that running only makes it more exciting. The chase is always the best part.â
Your heart raced faster at his words, and as you felt the pull of his gaze, you realized how dangerous this game truly was. You were caught between the urge to run and the undeniable allure of the dark figure before you, each moment stretching out like an eternity.
Before you could react, he zoomed toward you, his movements blurring in the dim light. In an instant, he grasped your waist and pulled you into a whirlwind dance, swirling you around the courtyard. The force of his embrace was intoxicating, and you found you couldnât break free from his grip, caught in a dizzying mix of fear and exhilaration as you spun beneath the gaze of the dark figure before you.
In an instant, he wrapped his strong arms around you, lifting you effortlessly off the ground. Panic surged through you as he flew into the night sky, the wind whipping around you like a storm.
You screamed, gripping his cloak tightly, your heart racing as the ground fell away beneath you. âWhat are you doing?!â you yelled, your voice lost in the rush of the wind.
He only laughed, a low, melodic sound that echoed through the air. âRelax, I wonât drop you!â he teased, spinning you around in midair. His cloak unfurled behind him like dark wings, creating a mesmerizing display against the moonlit sky.
Your stomach dropped as he twirled you around, the world below a dizzying blur. Fear mingled with exhilaration, and you felt your breath catch in your throat. âYouâre insane!â you shouted.
Just as you thought you might lose your nerve, he began to descend, spiraling down closer to the ground. Seizing the moment, you slipped out of his grasp, landing roughly on your feet. You stumbled but quickly regained your balance, glancing up to find surprise etched across his face. He hadnât expected you to break free so easily.
Without a second thought, you turned and ran, bolting toward the open door of the castle. Your heart raced as adrenaline coursed through your veins, your instincts screaming at you to get away.
âRound two thenâŠâ you heard him murmur, his tone thrilled, as he followed after you. There was no rush in his movements; he glided toward you with an unsettling calmness, as if he was toying with you rather than truly trying to catch you.
You dashed back into the castle, the cool air of the interior hitting you like a wave as you ducked through the doorway. You could hear him behind you, a predator enjoying the chase. The thrill of the hunt invigorated him, and you knew he was reveling in every moment.
You sprinted down the familiar hallways, weaving in and out of rooms as you sought a place to hide or a way to escape. Your mind raced, frantically considering your options, while the echo of his laughter followed you like a shadow.
âCome now,â he called playfully, his voice echoing off the walls. âYou canât run forever.â
His words sent a chill down your spine, and you pushed yourself harder, dodging into a nearby room. You quickly glanced around, noting the furnishings and the looming shadows. It was another beautifully decorated room, but the ominous atmosphere made it feel like a trap.
Taking a moment to catch your breath, you ducked behind a large armoire, the wood cool against your back. You listened intently, the sound of his footsteps echoing through the hall as he approached. The anticipation sent your heart racing again, each thud echoing louder in your ears.
âWhere are you hiding?â he called out, a hint of amusement in his tone. âYou canât hide forever."
You swallowed hard, peering around the edge of the armoire. The room was dim, shadows flickering in the corners, but you couldnât see him yet. The tension was palpable, and as you prepared to make another move, you felt the cold chill of his presence creeping closer.
âI can smell your fear,â he teased, his voice sending a shiver down your spine. âItâs intoxicating.â
His voice echoed through the dim room, weaving around you like a silken thread. âOh, come on now. You know itâs no fun if you donât try to make it interesting,â he taunted, the amusement clear in his tone. You felt a rush of heat rise to your cheeks as your heart raced, adrenaline coursing through your veins.
You knew you had to stay focused, but something compelled you to look up. As your gaze traveled upward, your breath caught in your throat. There he was, hanging upside down from the ceiling like a bat, his striking red eyes fixed on you with a intense gleam. The sight was both mesmerizing and terrifying, and your instincts screamed at you to run.
Before you could react, he dropped down gracefully, landing silently beside you. The world spun as darkness enveloped you, and you felt yourself slipping away, consciousness fading into oblivion.
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When you came to, the softness of a couch enveloped you, and you blinked against the dim light filtering through the room. The walls were adorned with rich, dark fabrics, giving the space an opulent yet eerie feel. Confusion washed over you as you took in your surroundings, noting the closed black coffin positioned ominously beside the couch and the door, which appeared solid and unyielding.
You stood up groggily, the remnants of sleep still clouding your mind. Shaking off the dizziness, you staggered toward the door, hoping to escape, but it wouldnât budge under your hands. You shoved against it with all your strength, but it remained stubbornly closed. âNo, no, noâŠâ you murmured, fear rising like bile in your throat.
Turning away from the door, you focused on the coffin, a sense of dread washing over you. It was beautifully crafted, the wood polished to a dark sheen that seemed to absorb the light. You stepped closer, your heart thudding in your chest with each cautious footfall. The atmosphere was thick with an unsettling energy, and you felt drawn to it against your better judgment.
Your fingers brushed against the cool surface of the coffin, and you hesitated, breath hitching. Should you open it? Even if every instinct told you to turn away, to flee, but curiosity gnawed at you, urging you to find out what lay within.
Taking a deep breath, you grasped the lid, feeling the smooth, cold wood beneath your fingers. With a steadying exhale, you began to lift it, the creaking hinges sounding like a whisper in the silence. As the lid opened, darkness greeted you from within, a chill creeping into the room.
Before you could fully comprehend what you were seeing, an icy hand shot out from within the coffin, wrapping around your arm with a grip like iron. You gasped and stumbled back, your heart racing as he emerged from the coffin, his face inches from yours.
He looked just as otherworldly as before, with his pale skin and sharp features accentuated in the dim light. His dark hair framed his face, and his crimson eyes locked onto yours, gleaming with a mixture of amusement and intrigue.
âDid you miss me?â he asked, his voice low and teasing, a smirk playing on his lips.
You recoiled instinctively, yanking your arm away from his grip, but he only laughed softly, the sound echoing eerily in the enclosed space. âYou shouldnât be so scared,â he continued, tilting his head as if studying you.
âWhat do you want from me?â you demanded, trying to sound braver than you felt.
He leaned closer, his expression shifting to one of genuine curiosity. âYouâre fascinating, really. So full of life, and yet you came all the way into my domain, challenging everything you thought you knew.â
âLet me go,â you pleaded, glancing nervously at the closed door. âI didnât ask to be here!â
âOh, but youâre exactly where youâre meant to be,â he replied, his tone dripping with an unsettling calmness.
As he climbed out of the coffin, his movements were fluid and graceful, almost predatory. You instinctively took a step back, your heart racing as he approached. The air around him felt charged, and the darkness of the room seemed to pulse with his energy.
He stepped closer, his eyes locked onto yours, a hungry glint flickering in their depths. âYou smell absolutely divine,â he murmured, a fanged smile stretching across his lips. âI can only imagine how sweet your blood would taste.â
You backed away instinctively, but soon you felt the cold, unforgiving wall pressing against your back, trapping you. There was no escape, and the realization sent a wave of dread crashing over you. Before you could think of a plan, he closed the distance, pulling you tightly against him.
His grip was unyielding, and panic surged within you as you struggled against his hold. âLet me go!â you gasped, twisting in his grasp, but he only tsked, shaking his head slowly.
âOh, but youâre mine now,â he said, his voice low and teasing.
With a swift motion, he leaned in, his lips barely grazing your neck. You could feel his cold breath against your skin, and it sent shivers down your spine. The sensation was both terrifying and strangely exhilarating. You instinctively wiggled free, but he only tightened his grip, his fingers like iron around your waist.
âI will earn my fill now that I have you,â he continued, his voice dripping with dark delight. âYouâre trapped, sweet creature. You donât stand a chance against me. I could sense you the moment you stepped foot into my castle.â
His gaze was intense, a mix of hunger and fascination, and you couldnât help but feel the weight of his words. âYouâve been claimed ever since you entered my domain,â he said, his smirk growing wider. âYouâre mine, and thereâs no escaping that.â
The world around you felt like it was closing in, the reality of your situation dawning on you like a heavy fog. He was not just a vampire; he was a predator, and you were his prey. Your heart raced, pounding loudly in your chest, and you could almost hear it echoing in the stillness of the room.
âPlease,â you breathed, trying to regain some semblance of control. âYou donât have to do this. Just let me go.â
He chuckled softly, leaning closer until his mouth hovered just above your skin. âBut why would I? This is the most fun Iâve had in centuries.â
The way he said it sent a chill through you. It was a thrill for him, a game, and the realization sank deep into your bones. You could feel his cold, sharp fangs grazing your neck, teasingly close, and a rush of fear mixed with an unsettling curiosity washed over you.
He pulled back slightly to look into your eyes, an intense gaze that seemed to see right through you. âDonât be coy,â he murmured, his voice low and sultry. âI can sense what you really feel in your heart.â
âI donât know what you mean,â you stammered, pushing against him, your hands resting on his chest. The silk of his blouse felt cool against your skin, and the cold seeped through to your fingertips, but what sent a shiver down your spine was the absence of a heartbeat beneath your palms.
As he registered the shock on your face, he grinned wider, revealing his glinting fangs. âWhat did you expect?â he asked, his tone playful yet dark. âIâm an undead creature of the night, after all.â
His words sent another wave of fear coursing through you, yet the thrill of his presence was undeniable. You were teetering on the edge, caught between the instinct to flee and the inexplicable pull that drew you closer to him.
âDonât worry,â he whispered, his voice a dark caress. âI wonât take more than you can give. For now, letâs just enjoy the moment.â
He leaned in, his lips nearly brushing against yours, the proximity igniting a fire within you that both terrified and thrilled. Just as you felt the magnetic pull to close the distance, you instinctively pulled back, breaking the tension.
He chuckled softly, a low, melodic sound that resonated in the air between you, as if he found your hesitation amusing. âArenât you curious?â he teased, his eyes gleaming with mischief.
You felt your resolve faltering, caught between terror and the strange allure of the unknown. Your instincts screamed at you to flee, yet part of you was mesmerized by the intensity of his gaze. You were lost in a battle of wills, and as he held you there, you couldnât help but wonder what this encounter would truly mean.
He leaned in close again, his breath cool against your skin as he teased you, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest. âYouâre so captivating,â he murmured, his fingers dancing along your arm, caressing you with a gentleness that belied the danger he posed. âItâs almost a shame that I have to take you like this.â
As his gaze bore into you, something within began to unravel. You felt your defenses crumbling, the tension in your body slowly ebbing away under his intense scrutiny. It was terrifying to feel yourself succumbing, yet the more he spoke, the more you felt that fear dissipate. âThatâs it⊠give in,â he whispered, his voice sultry and low, as he gently tilted your head to the side, exposing your neck.
Your heart raced, anticipation mingling with dread, as he opened his mouth, revealing his elongated fangs gleaming in the dim light. The sight sent a thrill of both terror and unexpected excitement coursing through you.
Before you could protest, he bit down, sharp pain piercing through your skin but quickly melting into a rush of pleasure that took you completely by surprise. A gasp escaped your lips, followed by a soft whine as he began to suck your blood greedily, drawing it from you with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine.
Your body slackened in his hold, your strength fading as he continued to feast. You felt a wave of warmth wash over you, a sensation so intoxicating that it rendered you breathless. Your hands barely clutched at the fabric of his black blouse, a feeble attempt to ground yourself, yet it felt as if every rational thought was slipping away with each heartbeat.
All you could hear was the soft sound of him huffing and groaning, as if he were savoring a fine delicacy. The sensation was overwhelming, a blend of pleasure and danger that left you lightheaded.
âDelicious,â he murmured against your skin, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through you. âYou taste even better than I imagined.â
Every pull of his lips made you feel both exhilarated and vulnerable, the world around you fading into nothingness as he consumed you. You had crossed a threshold, stepping into a realm where fear mingled with desire, and it was intoxicating.
As the edges of your consciousness began to blur, you found yourself surrendering to the moment. You could feel him pulling more from you, but it no longer felt like a threat. Instead, it felt like a dark embrace, one that wrapped around you and pulled you deeper into his allure. The fear you once had started to dissipate, replaced by an unexpected yearning, and all you could think was how surreal it felt to be in his graspâhis captive.
When he finally pulled back, your vision swam for a moment, the world around you fading into a soft haze. The room swirled, edges blurring as you struggled to grasp what had just happened. He lingered close, his breath cool against your skin, a stark contrast to the warmth that still radiated from where he had bitten you. You caught a glimpse of his lips, stained crimson with your blood, and the sight was both horrifying and oddly mesmerizing.
âCanât waste a single drop of your blood,â he purred, his voice a low, seductive whisper that wrapped around you like silk, each word tinged with a lingering hunger. The intensity of his gaze held you captive, drawing you into the depths of his eyesâdark pools filled with an unsettling mixture of desire and something deeper.
As he leaned in closer, you noticed his long fangs retracting slowly, almost reluctantly, until they returned to their normal size. It was a strange sight, watching the sharpness dissolve into a more human form, yet the danger remained palpable. His smile, revealing just enough of those once-fearsome fangs, only added to the allure, a reminder of what he was capable of.
âIsnât it beautiful?â he asked, his voice a low murmur that sent shivers down your spine. âThe way your blood flows, so rich and warm. You canât deny the connection we share, can you?â He moved even closer, brushing a cold finger along your jawline, his touch electric against your skin.
You watched his eyes, captivated by the way they shimmered with something that felt almost tender. âYouâre special,â he continued, his voice a soft caress.
As he neared, you could feel the subtle pull of his presence, an intoxicating mix of danger and allure. He tilted his head slightly, his dark hair brushing against your cheek, and his gaze flickered down to the bite mark on your neck. The anticipation made your breath hitch as he moved with a deliberate slowness, almost savoring the moment.
Then, with a soft, teasing smile, he leaned in, his lips hovering just above your skin. You could feel the chill radiating from him, mingling with the warmth of your own blood. He extended his tongue, the tip just barely brushing against the puncture wound, and a gasp escaped your lips.
âSuch a sweet taste,â he murmured, his voice a husky caress. He began to lick the remnants of your blood from your neck, his tongue gliding smoothly over your skin, each stroke sending shivers racing down your spine. The sensation was electric, a mix of pleasure and fear that left you breathless.
âYou did so well,â he complimented, his voice a gentle caress. âYouâre absolutely delicious.â The warmth in his tone made your heart race, a mixture of exhilaration and vulnerability flooding your senses.
He wore a soft smile, an expression that contrasted sharply with the predatory nature he had just displayed. âNow, you should sleep,â he said, his words wrapping around you like a warm blanket.
Before you could respond, you felt an overwhelming wave of drowsiness crash over you, your eyelids growing heavy. The world around you blurred again, the shadows of the room fading as you succumbed to the enveloping darkness.
Just as you slipped into the depths of sleep, you heard him whisper one last thing: âRest, my sweet.â
The last remnants of your consciousness faded away, leaving you with the warmth of his presence lingering in your mind, a mix of fear and something akin to longing swirling within you as you drifted into a dreamless slumber.
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When you finally woke up, the soft light of the morning sun filtered through the fabric of your tent, casting warm patterns across your sleeping bag. You sat up slowly, a sharp jolt of pain and lingering pleasure coursing through your body, making you gasp.
Grabbing your phone from your bag, you opened the camera app and hesitated for a moment, dread settling in your stomach. With a shaky breath, you turned the camera toward your neck, revealing two distinct puncture wounds where fangs had sunk into your skin. They werenât bleeding, at least, but they were tender and very sore, a painful reminder of the night you had just endured.
Groaning softly, you covered the marks with the collar of your hoodie, hoping to hide the evidence of your encounter. You took a moment to gather yourself, shaking off the disorienting feelings that clouded your mind. Somehow, you felt a strange urge to keep it to yourself, a compulsion that tightened your throat. You couldnât tell them. You physically couldnât.
Taking a deep breath, you unzipped the tent and stepped outside, greeted by the crisp morning air and the sounds of your friends bustling around the campsite. They were in high spirits, joking and laughing as they packed up their gear, blissfully unaware of the turmoil brewing inside you.
âHey, sleepyhead! You finally up?â Ji-won called, her voice cheerful and light. You managed a smile, forcing yourself to blend in with their laughter, the normalcy of the moment clashing violently with the chaos in your mind.
âYeah, just needed a little extra rest,â you replied, your voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions swirling within. You helped your friends pack the car, moving through the motions mechanically, but every time someone brushed against your shoulder or joked about the trip, you felt a pang of guilt twist in your stomach.
This was it - you were leaving the forest.
You climbed into the car, the familiar sights of trees and trails began to fade into the background, replaced by the hum of the engine and the chatter of your friends.
But the beauty of the forest was lost on you now, overshadowed by the memory of the castle and the enigmatic figure that haunted your thoughts. The drive back to the city felt interminable, a blur of colors and sounds that felt distant and unreal.
As you gazed out the window, the world sped by, but inside, time stood still. You wondered what would happen next, the memory of his voice echoing in your mind.
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The days after returning from the forest blurred into a haze of mundane life. You went through the motionsâwork, meals, interactions with friendsâyet your mind often drifted back to him. It was absurd, really. You didnât even know his name. He was a vampire for Christâs sake! He had kidnapped you, hunted you down and sucked your blood. Logic screamed that it should be over. You should be relieved, grateful even. But instead, you found yourself longing for the very presence that had terrified you.
As you watched the bite heal over the following days, the hollow feeling in your chest only deepened. It was maddening to crave someone who had brought you so much fear, but you couldnât help it. You missed the thrill of his presence, the way he had made you feelâalive and desired in a way that was intoxicatingly dangerous.
Finally, one restless night, youâd had enough. You packed a small bag with essentialsânothing too much, just enough for a quick escape. As you walked to your car, the cool air brushed against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. You glanced up at the star-speckled sky, letting the weight of your decision settle in. This was it; you were going back to find him, to confront whatever feelings you had buried deep inside.
Just then, you heard itâthe soft but unmistakable sound of flapping wings. You squinted into the darkness, and to your shock, a large bat soared toward you, silhouetted against the moonlight. Your heart raced as the creature approached, growing larger and larger until it was right above you.
In an instant, the bat transformed, wings sweeping down as if caught in an invisible breeze. The dark silhouette shifted, the outline of the creature expanding and elongating until, with a graceful flourish, the wings folded and melted into the fabric of a dark cloak. It billowed around him, framing his tall, imposing figure as he stood before you in all his otherworldly glory.
His transformation was mesmerizing, each movement fluid and enchanting, as though he were a figure drawn from the pages of an ancient tale. The bat's fur receded, revealing smooth, pale skin, and his elongated face morphed into the manâsharp features emerging from the shadows.
When he fully materialized before you, his eyes, shimmering silver and reminiscent of the moonlit night, locked onto yours with an intensity that stole your breath. Those mesmerizing orbs held a depth that beckoned you closer, promising untold secrets and dark delights.
As he stepped forward, the cloak fluttered lightly around him, accentuating his tall, imposing frame. His movements were deliberate and graceful, as though he were still part of the night air, gliding instead of walking.
âDonât be afraid,â he said, his voice a low murmur. Before you could reply, he stepped forward and pulled you into his arms, his hold both possessive and comforting. âI couldnât bear to be away from you. This desire, this need to be close to youâit snapped the moment you left.â
Your heart raced, a mixture of fear and exhilaration coursing through you as you gazed up at him. âI felt the same,â you admitted, the words tumbling out before you could second-guess them. âI couldnât stop thinking about you.â
A smile broke across his face, radiant and wicked, lighting up his features in the moonlight. âThen letâs not waste another moment.â He leaned down, capturing your lips with his in a kiss that was deep, hungry, and filled with all the longing you both had kept at bay.
As his mouth moved against yours, you melted into him, your earlier fears dissolving into a warmth that spread through your entire being. You were no longer just a scared girl standing in the dark; you were alive and desired.
You pulled back slightly from the kiss, still feeling the lingering heat of his lips against yours. âI didnât think you would come,â you admitted, your heart racing from the intensity of the moment.
His gaze softened, and he brushed a thumb against your cheek. âYou were meant for me,â he said, the certainty in his voice sending a shiver down your spine. âLong before we even met.â
Before you could respond, he lifted you effortlessly into his arms, and with a powerful thrust, he soared into the night sky. The wind whipped around you, and you gasped in a mix of exhilaration and fear as he held you tightly against him, his body a solid anchor. Below, the forest shrank away, and soon, the familiar silhouette of the castle emerged from the darkness.
He landed gracefully at the entrance, setting you down with a gentleness that belied his strength. You glanced around, awe washing over you as he led you inside. The castle felt alive, its ancient stones thrumming with an energy that pulsed in time with your heartbeat.
He guided you through dimly lit hallways until you reached a room at the heart of the castle. It was spacious, adorned with ornate furniture and draped fabrics that whispered tales of the past. The centerpiece of the room was an old portrait hanging on the wall, its colors faded but still striking.
You stepped closer, your breath catching in your throat as you took in the two figures locked in an embraceâlovers entwined as if frozen in time. They looked remarkably similar to you and him, their features hauntingly alike, as if you were gazing into a reflection of your own souls.
âWe are destined to be together in every lifetime,â he said softly, his voice resonating with emotion. âOnly in this one⊠you arenât a vampire like me.â
You turned to him, searching his eyes for understanding. âBut why? Why me?â
He stepped closer, cupping your face in his cold hands. âBecause youâre the light to my darkness. My existence has always been shadowed, but you⊠you bring warmth, hope. I couldnât let you go without fighting for you.â
As you looked into his eyes, the gravity of his words sank in, filling the space between you with an electric tension. You felt an overwhelming connection, as if the universe had conspired to bring you together across time and space.
âI want to understand this,â you whispered, your voice trembling with emotion. âI want to be with you.â
His expression softened, and he leaned closer, brushing his lips against your forehead. âThen let me show you what it means to be together in this life. We have all the time in the world to explore our love, to create a new destiny.â
He leaned in again, capturing your lips with his in a passionate kiss that sent shivers down your spine. His warmth enveloped you, igniting a fire deep within. You melted into him, lost in the depths of his embrace until he pulled away, his gaze locking onto the bite mark on your neck.
His expression shifted, a mix of hunger and longing in his eyes. âPlease,â he whispered, his voice laced with an almost desperate edge. âI need to taste you again. Just a little⊠I promise it will feel even better this time.â
You felt a rush of excitement and trepidation as he lowered his mouth toward your neck. There was a part of you that wanted to resist, to remember the fear from before, but another partâone that yearned for himâwelcomed the idea. You nodded, your breath hitching in your throat as he extended his fangs.
As they grazed your skin, a wave of anticipation coursed through you. He sank his fangs into the tender flesh, and the sensation was electric. A mix of pain and pleasure surged through your body, so much more intense than the first time. You gasped, a soft moan escaping your lips as he drew your blood, his mouth moving with a grace that sent pleasure spiraling through you.
Each pull was deeper, more fervent, and you felt your heart race in response. It was intoxicating, the way he savored every drop, as if you were the sweetest nectar he had ever tasted.
âMore,â he murmured against your skin, his voice thick with desire. You could feel his cool breath against your neck, heightening the experience as he drank you in, and you willingly surrendered to him. Every fiber of your being hummed with pleasure, and you felt yourself growing weaker, but you didnât care. You craved this connection, the intensity of being with him.
When he finally pulled back, he looked almost dazed, eyes glinting with satisfaction and desire. âYouâre even sweeter than I remembered,â he said, his voice low and husky, stained with your blood.
Your pulse quickened as you met his gaze, the lines between fear and desire blurring with each heartbeat. You realized you were irrevocably drawn to him, a part of you now tethered to his dark world.
âNow,â he continued, brushing his thumb over the bite mark as if to savor the memory, âwe are truly connected. Youâve given me a piece of yourself, and now I want to give you everything in return.â
He then licked his lips, a playful glint in his eyes. âI will show you what it means to be loved by a vampire,â he promised, his voice smooth like silk. âI will take such good care of you, and together, I will reveal my world to you.â With each word, he pressed soft kisses along your neck, trailing to your throat, and then finally capturing your lips with his.
As he hovered slightly in the air, cradling you in his arms, you felt an overwhelming sense of trust and desire blooming within you. You nodded, unable to contain the excitement that surged through your veins. âShow me,â you breathed, and he smiled against your lips before taking off toward his room.
The world blurred around you as he flew effortlessly, the castleâs dark beauty rushing by in a haze. Within moments, you found yourselves in his chamber, where an open coffin awaited, its interior lined with dark velvet. He slowly descended, sinking into the coffin with you on top of him, still locked in a fervent embrace.
As he kissed you, his lips peppering your face with soft pecks, he whispered sweet nothings against your skin, his hands gliding down your back, anchoring you to him. âIâve craved to hold you like this," he murmured, his voice a melodic caress that wrapped around you like a warm embrace.
You melted against him, heart racing. His lips found yours again, melding together in a tender yet passionate dance that left you breathless. But amidst the blissful haze, a question that had burned in your mind resurfaced, demanding to be answered. Pulling back slightly, you gazed into his mesmerizing eyes, the intensity of his gaze holding you captive. âWhatâs your name?â you asked, your breath hitching slightly as you searched his face for the answer.
âSunghoon,â he replied, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine. The sound of his name rolled off his tongue like a secret whispered in the dark, and you felt a thrill at the intimacy it promised.
Your heart raced as you whispered your name to him, and a knowing smile spread across his lips. âI know,â he said softly, his breath ghosting over your skin as he kissed your wrist with a tenderness that made your heart flutter. It was a sweet, intimate gesture that sent shivers coursing through you, awakening a desire you didnât fully understand.
âBecome my vampire bride,â he said, his gaze intense and brimming with yearning, making you feel like the only person in the world. The weight of his words hung between you like a promise, igniting a deep urge to be close to him, to belong to him entirely. But before you could find the words to respond, he leaned in, pressing his lips to a sensitive spot on your neck. A soft whine escaped your mouth, the sound betraying your excitement and vulnerability.
âYes,â you gasped, overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through you. âI want to.â
Sunghoonâs eyes brightened with delight, and he captured your lips again, the kiss deepening as he pulled you closer, his warmth enveloping you. But he didnât stop there; his lips trailed down your neck, leaving a path of gentle bites and teasing kisses. Each brush of his lips sent a wave of heat through your body, a rush of pleasure mixed with anticipation that left you breathless.
He nipped and sucked at your skin, his fangs grazing you just enough to send sparks dancing beneath the surface. You could feel the blood pooling just below your skin, and with each kiss, he seemed to coax it forth, drawing it into his eager mouth. The sensations built with every passing moment, the combination of his cold touch and the warmth of your blood leaving you hazy and utterly lost in the moment.
âPlease, just a little more,â he groaned, his voice thick with longing as he lavished attention on your neck. The way he suckled at your skin, lapping at the small wounds heâd created, made you gasp and arch into him, your fingers tangling in his dark hair. The sound of your whines intertwined with his groans, creating a echo in the stillness of the room.
With each tender bite, he coaxed forth more of your blood, and the line between pleasure and pain blurred beautifully. You felt as though you were teetering on the edge of something profound, lost in the depths of his dark desire and your own.
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Just outside the window, a raven flapped its wings, its caw slicing through the thick silence of the night. It soared into the star-speckled sky, a dark silhouette against the moonlight. In a flurry of shadowy wings, a horde of bats followed closely behind, darting after the raven toward the depths of the forest.
But inside the dimly lit room, you and Sunghoon were far too consumed in each other to notice the creatures of the night flitting past. His lips were on your skin, painting soft, fevered kisses that left your heart racing and your mind spiraling. He was a whirlwind of dark passion, and you were ensnared in his spell. Every time he pulled back to meet your gaze, his red eyes sparkled with love and hunger.
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