#i was sat very uncomfortably in my student house at the time lol
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Hi, can I ask your top favorite fics that you've written (feel free how much that you want to list)? Why they're special to you? Is there a specific inspiration when you wrote them?
Oh, it's Hanging Tough. It honestly feels like I peaked with it.
I just feel like it has a really nice flow. I love how Ash and Eiji's conversations came out. I love how it captures the 80s New York summer. I love how they are with each other.
I had absolutely no plan for it. It was just oneshots that kept joining together into something more. I love this moment:
"I never want you to act with me, Eiji." His voice was quiet.
"Really?" Eiji's lips quirked upwards. "So, I can hold your hand in front of Bones and Kong?"
"Is that all you want to do? Hold my hand?"
Eiji laughed, his fingers twitching in Ash's. "Maybe. What would you want to do?"
He stubbed out the rest of the cigarette on the balcony and let out the last breath of smoke.
"You don't want to know."
But that only made Eiji laugh again. "I just asked, didn't I?"
Ash gave him a sideways glance. He was smiling with slightly pink cheeks and sparkling eyes.
"It's too early for this."
"Let's go inside," Eiji said.
So, they did. And left the balcony doors open, putting on a pot of coffee then coming back to sit on the sofa with mugs filled to the brim.
A fun behind the scenes tidbit is that I started writing some of the earlier oneshots whilst I was at work. Only the only thing I could write with whilst on the floor was quill and ink, and as I wore regency dress, I didn't have pockets. Cue me stuffing pages of queer fanfiction down the front of my dress for safekeeping. Truly living the Austen heroine dream!
I also come back to We Don't Need Another Hero a lot - I enjoyed writing a young Ash. I really enjoyed giving young Ash a home; and really exploring that. Ash and Max's relationship is so special to me (as is probably evident in my other Banana Fish works). I actually have even more scenes for that one that I haven't uploaded.
I could probably fill the whole list with Banana Fish, lol - Bed of Roses I'm very proud of (inspired by Young Guns) too!
I also really loved Worth Running To. It's such a love letter to the first Kingdom Hearts game for me. I really loved the piracy hijinks, and weaving in the other characters and the story. I loved both Riku and Sora's backstories in it. It was really fun to have overarching story threads through the whole fic - Namine, but also the medallion. The Montague sibling books were definitely a big inspiration, but I was also surrounded by regency history at the time. I've considered making it into it's own novel many times, but it's just too entrenched in Kingdom Hearts, and I think that makes it very special.
I also loved their first kiss. I was so eager to write it:
âRiku!â He tried to fight his way forward, even as he was dragged away.
Riku started onward, panic in his eyes. âSora!â
He dug his heels into the deck. He could only see those sea coloured eyes and he knew that he had to keep them in sight. No matter what.
But the men were stronger, and he stumbled.
Just as men grabbed hold of Riku, trying to tug his arms back.
But he had closed the gap. His mouth smashed into Soraâs.
For a moment, that was the whole world. The whole world was Rikuâs lips on his and there was supernova exploding in his chest.
He was kissing Riku. Riku was kissing him.
Then he remembered the hands pulling him away. They were yanked apart and someone was yelling. People were yelling, but Sora couldnât hear them. His out breath was a sigh.
The only thing he could see were those eyes.
And his lips were still tingling.
I also loved writing Roxas' story in the same universe, but it wasn't as big a hit on Ao3. (Very much inspired by Byron's schooldays, though.)
I also have a soft spot for Confession; I like exploring religion and it's been really cool to see it hit home with others, and I was very proud of An Impression in Bread Dough; it came out very poetic.
I feel like that's the main ones that I would say are my very favourites. I've loved writing all my fics, I think, but these are the ones I often come back to re-read and am proud of.
Generally, with my oneshots, I'm inspired by little moments or throwaway lines that mean something more. (My Fruits Basket fics usually come from there.) My Banana Fish fics are certainly inspired by watching movies with my dad, and me inserting Ash and Eiji into them. (He doesn't know this!)
#with a lot of fanfic i see crevices in canon that i squeeze into like a spider#thats what happened with waking life and skipping stones#and alls fair as well#that one doesnt get enough love out of my yuu no mori fics#i guess these ones are special to me because im specially proud of how they came out#i also vividly remember not being able to STOP writing worth running to#i was sat very uncomfortably in my student house at the time lol#the same with hangin tough#thanks so much for the ask#i hope that answered your question and wasnt too much of tooting my own horn#do you agree though#what are your favourite fics of mine#without sounding like im fishing for compliments#turnupstalks
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chapter 2 the devildom
Finally I've decided that chapter 2 will take place the next day after chapter 1 also I am SO sorry for not doing this way sooner I wish I could have but I was really busy with school and my mom moving far away
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Journal entry #1
Dear journal, it's me Amyl. I know it's been a while but I'm here now! Recently I was selected for an exchange program between the devildom(hell), earth or the human world as they call it(where I'm from), and the celestial realm(heaven) and it's...gonna take some getting used to especially because I was chosen to go to the devildom part of the program and not the celestial realm (if they are doing the same thing there at least) the brothers are kind of weird tbh they are very distant well accept for asmo he seems normal. I remember when Diavolo mentioned that years ago there was another program lucifers face turned into an uncomfortable expression I'm assuming there used to be another human in this house as well I really hope I can figure out who it was and why the brothers seem so uncomfortable.
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I sigh as I closed my journal and put it away in my bag last night was my first night here now today is my second. I know today is my first day at rad so I hope to meet another human or angel exchange student for that matter but that's not the focus right now. I put on the school uniform Lucifer gave to me and look at myself in the mirror to see if it fits and it actually does and it looks good on me to. I walk towards where the dining room was and see only a few of the brothers there as well, if I remember the names correctly Lucifer, Asmo, Beel, and Satan were the there. "Good Morning amyl, how did you sleep last night?" Lucifer asked me looking up from his plate of food. "I slept fine, thanks" I said, I was still really tired he could tell so he didn't ask any further questions, I sat down at the table and saw there was already a plate of food for me there. "Hey amyl!" Asmo yelled, I looked up from my plate of food as he came running to me "so tell me, what's your home in the human world like?" Asmo said very eagerly "oh uh-" "Asmo we can discuss with him later we don't need to be hanging over his shoulder" Satan said cutting me off 'thank you Satan' I thought as Asmo and Satan were about to get into an argument wether or not they should talk to me now or later the others finally came down as they all sat down ready to eat their breakfast I looked form the corner of my eye to see Belphoger just staring at me but he looks away once he noticed I saw him 'huh weird' I thought.
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Time skip: After RAD
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'wow I am really worn out demon school is nothing like human school' I thought, I went into my room to put on more comfortable clothes on, when I was done putting on my clothes I found myself walking into the lounge. There was nobody there but myself and the fireplace was lit so I thought it was a good place to write in my journal I pulled out my journal and pencil and sat down on one for the couches when someone came up to me from behind. "What are you doing?" I looked behind me and saw it was Satan, "oh, hi Satan I was just about to write in my journal." "hmm I see" he said he sat down on the other couch pulling out a book "you don't mind if Im here do you? I hope I'm not interrupting your writing " he said, "oh don't worry I don't mind" I said, he smiled then opened his book and started to read while I started writing in my journal again.
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Authors note:
Sorry if this is short and boring I didn't really have any ideas about what would happen lol hope you at least enjoyed it a little bit
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Hello! Can I request an imagine with Draco and a Slytherin! Reader where they both are totally in love with each other and maybe one day in class Draco is being particularly needy/frustrated one day and sheâs his partner and sees heâs super hard and she teases him but when class is over he asks the reader to give him a blowjob because he loves her mouth and heâs just so whiny and he later spoils the hell out of his girl at Hogsmeade!
This is literally SOOOO LONG!! I donât know why I wrote so much, but I just really wanted to include all that stuff, lol. My excuse for the length is that I hit a 1,000 followers about two days ago so this is the celebratory piece!Â
This goes without saying, but this piece contains a lot of sexual content so please do not read if you are underage or uncomfortable with said topics. I also wrote this in a different perspective because I wanted to try it out so I hope you enjoy!
Warning: SMUT, Oral (Male Receiving)
Title: Princess
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It was a warm summerâs day, close to the start of the new term. These past few weeks at Malfoy Manor had been tense and Draco often found himself rather stressed . A large part of him felt guilty for leaving his mother at home in the presence of Lord Voldemort, but another part of him felt grateful to be out of his sight. Finally, he could escape the Dark Lordâs watchful eyes, but he could not escape the plan set for him to complete.
Dracoâs eyebrows knitted together as he squinted towards the merchandise wall inside Twilfitt and Tattings. Even when he was not around, Draco could still sense the Dark Lordâs influence and the constant reminder of the outcome if he were to fail. However, as he thought of better ways to mend the vanishing cabinet, something caught his attention. Â
âDraco darling,â You called to him, stepping out of the changing room with a small smile on your face. Dracoâs eyes widened in an instant, a lump forming in his throat as he examined the champagne dress clinging to your body. It was a delicate number with thin, spaghetti strap sleeves attached to the cowl-neck gown, the silk fabric shimmering softly as you stepped onto the podium. Â
With a content hum, Draco pushed himself off the wall, his grey eyes locked with yours in the shop mirror as he walked towards you. He rested his hand against your waist, his fingers tenderly sliding down to feel the smooth silk against them, âYou look ravishing,â he whispered against your ear, pressing a kiss against the shell of it before stepping back to get a better view of you. Â
You smiled satisfyingly, taking a moment to admire the all-black ensemble he wore and how it slimmed him down in all the right places. He stood in a black turtleneck and a fitted suit jacket, his left hand in the pocket of his slacks while the thumb of the other swiped over his bottom lip. A string of questions crossed through Dracoâs mind, âWhen would you wear this?â he thought, tapping his finger against his chin. Â
Surely, there was no surprise ball this year, he wouldâve heard by now. âWould you wear it on a date?â he questioned, imagining a scenario where the two of you ate dinner at a fancy restaurant, illuminated by just candlelight. âEven better,â Draco trailed off, his eyes lingering over your arse as you admired yourself in the mirror, looking over your shoulder to see the diamond detail that connected the open back, âWhat would such an expensive piece of clothing look like on his dormitory floor?â Â
Draco recalled the conversation he shared with his mother a week prior, where she had counseled him after a particularly difficult day. Narcissa Malfoy had an interesting way of comforting her son. Of course, she sat and listened to him, holding him as he cried, a mixture of guilt and failure coursing through her veins as she fought against the Dark Lordâs plans for her beloved son. The next day, however, she entered Dracoâs room with a smile and presented a brand-new wardrobe for him as a start of term gift. Â
Pulling himself away from his thoughts, Draco gave a gentle smile and looked up at you, instantly meeting your hopeful eyes. Â
âOh, those eyesâÂ
âIâm not sure if I should get it,â You admitted, your bottom lip jutting out in a pout as you hopped off the podium and halted in front of the platinum-haired boy. Closing his eyes, Draco took a deep breath, captivated by the intoxicating smell of vanilla radiating off your body. An exquisite aroma, packaged in a âhand-blownâ glass perfume bottle with delicate golden leaves painted onto it, finished off with your initials carved at the bottom of it. Â
Another one of Dracoâs thoughtful gifts. Â
âAnd why is that?â asked Draco, his hand resting against the side of your neck, his thumb rubbing small circles against your jaw. The dress was cut just right, the tight, draped bodice granted him a wonderful view of your breasts, but he looked away to halt the tightening of his pants. Â
âIâve got no occasion for a dress like this,â declared a slightly defeated (Y/N), taking another glance in the mirror, âWell, weâve still got the goodbye dinner with your parentsâ You recalled, running your hands down your hips, unintentionally catching Dracoâs attention as he remembered the family dinner he had forgotten about.Â
âThat settles it then,â announced Draco in a chipper tone, âIâll buy the dress,â he grinned, stepping towards his girlfriend, but halting by the display of diamond accessories. With a glance over the merchandise, he pointed at a necklace set with a pair of earrings, receiving praises from the shopkeeper. Taking the necklace from the older wizard, Draco walked over to (Y/N), âturn around,â he uttered and you happily obliged, watching him as he placed the delicate piece around your neck. Â
âDraco-â you began to protest, but he only pressed a kiss against your cheek, clasping the necklace and letting his fingers linger at the back of your neck. The necklace was a breathtaking, diamond necklace with seven glittering emeralds spread evenly across the center. Â
âThe bracelet and earrings will do nicely as well,â Draco said, nodding his head in approval and signaling for the shopkeeper to begin ringing them up. You opened your mouth to protest again, but Draco placed his finger against your lips, âI believe you recall what Iâve told you, hm?â he teased, raising a questioning eyebrow as (Y/N) nodded, fighting back a smile, âThen, let Daddy spoil you, Princess.â Â
There was no denying the power Dracoâs tone held over you. His words shot straight between your legs, the feeling of his lips pressed against the side of your neck making you fall against him, finally becoming aware of his erection now pressed against your thigh.Â
âLet's finish up so we can go back to the Manor,â you proposed, shifting your thigh ever so slightly to provide him with some much-needed friction. Draco bit his lip and gave a stiff nod, stepping away from you before you could tease him further. Â
âGo change,â he ordered, the cocky smirk returning to his lips, âYouâve got five minutes.â Running back towards the dressing room, you peeled off the dress and stepped into your usual clothes, practically sprinting out of it once finished. After a hasty checkout, the two of you exited the shop hand-in-hand, the bag containing your gifts swinging in Dracoâs other hand.
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This school year proved to be the most difficult one yet. N.E.W.T.s weâre now less than a year away and it was never too soon to begin revising. You, however, found it quite difficult to focus on school these last few days. Despite his constant reassurances that he was all right, (Y/N) found some of Dracoâs recent behavior quite odd. This strange feeling first arose the week you stayed at Malfoy Manor, where the four of them sat cautiously at a table with Dracoâs aunt, Bellatrix Lestrange. You had always had a good relationship with Dracoâs relatives, but it was clear to you something was occurring under wraps, something Draco did not want you to know about. Noting his hesitation whenever you brought up the subject, you decided against prying any more information out of him and returned to your studies. Your dedication to academic achievement, much to your surprise, did not go unnoticed by the new Potions Master at Hogwarts, who had heard all about you and Miss Hermione Granger, the two top students of the sixth year. Â
Horace Slughorn was a portly, older man, but very gifted with potions and an excellent Professor. Upon arrival, he sought out some of the schoolâs most promising students and invited them to his office for an elegant dinner. One morning, during breakfast, your owl dropped the intricately decorated envelope right in front of your plate. You had no chance to conceal the envelope from your curious boyfriend, the same one that had tried, without succeeding, to get invited to said dinner. Â
However, to your surprise, Draco was not upset. Instead, he pressed a gentle kiss against your temple and muttered the words, âYou deserve it, baby girl.â The pet name sends chills down your spine, a smile playing at your lip as his hand rests upon your knee, the cold metal of his rings easing any sort of tension in your body. His left hand rested against your jawline, his slender fingers twiddling with the pearl earring, admiring the small ruby motif encrusted right above the hanging pearl. Â
(Y/N) leaned her cheek against his palm, setting the invitation down on the dining hall table, âAre you sure, Darling?â you questioned, taking the time to rest your hand over his, âI might not be able to fit it into my schedule...â you admitted, thoughts of Dracoâs mysterious disappearances crossing your mind. Bringing your hand up to his mouth, Draco pressed a soft kiss against the back of it before leaning to press one against your lips. Â
âI think,â he started, a sparkle of mischief in his eyes, âYou should go show them what the brightest, most caring, and, without a doubt, sexiest girl in Slytherin House has to offerâ Draco praised, giving your thigh a small squeeze before dipping to steal another kiss from you, âHow does that sound?â He asked sweetly, showering you with yet another kiss, this one against your forehead. Â
It was no secret that Draco Malfoy and (Y/N) (L/N) were truly and undeniably in love. Often, the corridors were filled with the incessant whispers of jealous girls who longed for Dracoâs attention, but he paid no attention to them. The Slytherin Prince only had eyes for you, the only constant ray of sunshine in his life. Whenever he looked at you, he reminded himself of his vow to keep you completely satisfied, and the only reward he wanted was seeing that gorgeous smile on your face. You were everything to him. You were the only one who knew about his previous family troubles, the one who would hold him when he cried during the late hours of the evening. The one who would fix his tie the second it seemed out of place, the one who would rub his shoulders whenever you noticed him bent over his assignments. Â
He would do everything and anything to ensure you felt like the luckiest girl in the world because he knew you, out of all people, deserved it the most. Â
âYou make an excellent point, Mr. Malfoy,â You grinned, nodding your head in agreement, and flinging your arms around his shoulders. A soft smile crept up Dracoâs lips as his arms wrapped around your waist, holding you tightly against his chest and placing a kiss at the top of your head. Â
âDonât I always?â teased Draco, running his fingers through your hair as the other students exited the Great Hall and made their way towards the classes. Rolling your eyes at his response, you placed your hand against his cheek, stealing a kiss from him this time and rising from your seat. Â
âWe should go,â you announced, stretching your hand out for him to grab, which he happily obliged, rising from the bench and escorting you to your classroom. Â
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 A week had passed since Slughornâs dinner party, the memory of the evening still fresh in Dracoâs mind as he tapped his fingers against the wooden desk. Needless to say, he was not particularly pleased with the events of last Saturday. One of Slughornâs guests had taken quite the liking to you, practically undressing you with his eyes during breakfast hours, something Draco found incredibly disrespectful. He recalled the way Cormac McLaggen eyed you this morning when you bent over to kiss your boyfriend goodbye, skipping out of the Great Hall without a care in the world. Â
Draco clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white as his eyebrows knitted together, sparks of frustration igniting within him. Not only was McLaggen ogling you like you were his last meal, but he was also casually brushing up beside you in the corridors, shooting Draco arrogant smirks when they locked eyes. Â
Oh, how he would love to jinx that insufferable look off his face. Yeah, thatâll show him. Â
He should have been paying attention to Professor Flitwick discussing the proper hand movement for the Gouging Spell, but the thoughts of McLaggen badgering you when he was not around boiled his blood. In hindsight, it was a good thing he was neglecting this lesson because the prospect of gouging a large hole through Cormac seemed very appealing.Â
You were particularly busy this week and did not have a lot of time to spend with Draco. Sure, the two of you bid your usual goodnights in the Slytherin common room, but your studying had kept you away from Draco. Due to this, Draco Malfoy was left very touch starved and found himself daydreaming of your earlier rendezvous around the castle. Â
Draco turned his head towards you, his face relaxing at once as he watched you diligently taking notes, as usual. You had your bottom lip between your teeth, gnawing it softly as your quill scratched against the parchment. With a content sigh, he admired your concentration and wondered how a person could be that gorgeous. He was, truly, the luckiest man in the world when it came to you. Â
He supposed that one could not blame McLaggen for falling for you- I mean, who wouldnât? Any person would be swept off their feet if you entered the room wearing those silk dresses you were oh so fond of. Draco glanced down at those pretty, pink lips of yours, his eyes practically rolling to the back of his head as you parted them, tongue swiping over your upper lip as you added the final details to your diagram. Â
Biting his lip, Draco forced his attention towards Professor Flitwick, but it was already too late. The thoughts of you, sprawled across his bed at Malfoy Manor were enough to replace his earlier frustrations with feelings of lust. Â
âStop,â thought Draco, closing his eyes to contain his feelings, but it was no use. Your lips made an âOâ shape when you finally grasped the Charms concepts, making goosebumps appear on Dracoâs skin as he shuddered. Â
What he would do to have you begging for him right now. Â
His pants grew considerably tighter and he couldnât help but feel grateful towards the school uniforms. The robe he was wearing did a decent job at hiding his current problem, but he knew it would be noticeable when he stood. However, that did not stop him from hearing the way you called his name in the back of his head. Â
âPlease, Draco...â
âFuck,â cursed Draco under his breath, shifting uncomfortably in his seat, a slight touch of pink dusting his cheeks. Unable to keep his eyes away, Draco looked back towards you, scanning the soft skin of your neck, and noting how awfully bare it looked. With his self-restraint wavering, he subtly slid down the bench you shared and rested his hand on your knee, something he did quite often. However, you did not question him until you felt his lips against your neck and a hand wrapped tightly around your thigh. Turning your head to face him, you were surprised to see him with his hand over his mouth, his eyes averted from yours as his fingers danced against the smooth skin of your inner thigh. Â
âDraco,â you cooed, but the only response you received was a rather harsh nip at your neck, âDraco, someone will seeâŚâ Â
âI donât care,â Draco snarled against your ear, âI need this bloody class to be overâŚâ He murmured in a much softer tone, his hand rubbing circles against your thigh and inching closer to your clothed heat. But once you turned to scold him, you noticed the dark, red blush that painted his cheeks and felt his hot breath fanning against your face. Â
âAre you alright?â you asked cautiously, innocently rubbing your thumb against his thigh, but that only made Draco twitch in his seat, and his reaction suddenly lit the bulb over your head. Your lips curled into a smirk as your hand moved closer to the bulge on Dracoâs pants, turning your attention towards the front of the class as you continued your movements. Â
Luckily, the two of you sat at the farthest end of the Charms classroom, away from any overly inquisitive eyes. You were certain nobody would notice, if Draco kept his cool, the two of you would be in the clear. Â
âCouldnât even wait till class was over?â You tutted, delicately tracing your fingers over his crotch, and smirking as he shifted in his seat, âBe careful, I donât want us to get caught.â You added, firmly cupping his erection through his slacks, a wide grin spreading across your face as he doubled down and hid his face behind a book he propped up. It was honestly quite surprising to see Draco this way. Usually, he would be the one teasing you to no end, but you were currently in control and that was enough to light the fire of your arousal. Â
âD-Donât stop,â Draco pleaded under his breath, biting down on his thumb to hold back a moan as your palm worked to release the built-up tension. Encouraged by his dick twitching underneath your hand, you quickened your pace and watched as he parted his lips, struggling to keep any sound from coming out. As his breathing grew more ragged, you felt his abdominal muscles tense up against your touch, indicating that his release would wash over him soon. Â
Fighting to keep the small sense of composure he had left, Draco gripped (Y/N)âs wrist and halted her movements. It took him a minute to catch his breath, but when he did, he spoke in a low whisper, âWait...â His eyes never met yours because if he looked into those beautiful eyes of yours, he would not be able to control himself. And although the prospect of taking you over the desk seemed quite promising, he did not fancy the idea of letting the rest of the student body see you bent over in such a vulnerable state. Â
That was only for him, of course. Â
âWhatâs wrong, Darling?â You teased letting your fingers trace over his crotch again, but he only clicked his tongue at you. Draco knew you too well, he knew you were only trying to rile him up again, but he could not let that happen, not right now. With adrenaline coursing through your body, you leaned towards Draco and let your breath fan against his neck before licking a stripe behind his ear, âDidnât want to come all over those expensive slacks of yours, hm?â You murmured, gently nipping his earlobe, and taking his momentary lapse of strength to palm his erection once more. Â
Draco gritted his teeth once again, pulling your hand away from his pants, âI said wait,â he growled, his lust-clouded eyes finally meeting yours, âYou do know how to follow instructions, donât you?â He asked in a much harsher, more desperate tone. Â
âDepends on whoâs giving them.â You replied sarcastically, placing your free hand on his knee with a smirk. Â
However, Draco did not get a chance to shoot his response back at you. Once the bell signaling the end of class rang, he shot up off his seat and gathered both your belongings before taking your hand and hastily pulling you out of the classroom. A few students stared as the two of you rushed down the hall, blushing in embarrassment as you stumbled after Draco.
His hand gripped yours tightly, leading you towards the Prefectsâ bathroom, and stuttering out the password once the two of you arrived. Flinging your book bags across the floor, Draco turned and stalked towards you making you step back until your back hit something solid.
âThink youâre funny, are you?â sneered Draco, pinning you against one of the cubicles, his thigh pressed firmly between your legs and his right forearm braced beside your head. Replicating your earlier movements, Draco dragged his tongue underneath your ear before taking the lobe between his teeth, making you gasp. âWhy donât we put that filthy mouth of yours to better use?â He cooed, blowing a puff of air against your ear, and admiring it as it turned red. Â
With a sudden burst of confidence, you gripped his robes and pulled his face towards yours, breaths mingling together, âI think,â You muttered, leaning your lips close to his, âThatâs the best idea youâve had all dayâŚâ Looking up at his half-lidded eyes, you crashed your lips against Dracoâs, fingers immediately tangling themselves in his hair. Draco returned your kiss eagerly, his hands cupping your arse underneath your skirt and pulling your body flush against his. Â
You could feel Draco growing more impatient by the minute. His hands were grabbing desperately at your skin, squeezing every inch of bare flesh he could feel. Longing to have you closer to him, Draco slipped his hand underneath your thigh and hooked it over his hip, fingers gripping hard enough to bruise. Your back arched off the wall, hips grinding against Dracoâs as your tongues laced together in a heated kiss. Tugging at your tie, Draco reached to unbutton your blouse and pulled it open, exposing your bra-clad breasts. Â
He pressed his lips against the base of your neck, biting and sucking encouraged by your moans beside his ear. One of his hands held your thigh firmly while the other kneaded your left breast, pulling the fabric of your bra down and taking your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. You gasped harshly, bucking into him, and digging your fingers into his hair, messing up the parts that remained previously neat. Draco rolled his erection against your soaked panties, smiling down at your face as his hands kneaded your clothed breasts, âSo pretty,â he murmured, captivated by your flushed face and the shameful sounds passing through your lips. Â
Your hands reached up to grab his face, pulling him down for another kiss. This time, using the momentum to switch your positions so Dracoâs back hit the stall door, earning a small moan of surprise from him. Grinning up at him, you pressed your lips against his neck and slid your hand down the front of his body, cupping him firmly as you sucked the sensitive skin.Â
Draco let out gasping breaths as you moved your hand, his fingers digging into your waist, âOn your knees,â commanded Draco, trying to regain some sort of control over the situation. You obliged happily, dropping down to your knees and lazily running your fingers over his thighs before reaching up for his belt. After fiddling with the buckle, you took your time sliding Dracoâs slacks down, purposely neglecting his throbbing dick hidden in his underwear. Â
âDonât be a tease,â snapped Draco, gripping your chin harshly, âSuck,â He commanded firmly, releasing you as you pulled down his boxer briefs. Dracoâs thick length snapped up towards his lower abs, almost slapping you in the face when it sprung out of its constraints. Almost drooling at the glorious sight of his cock, you took it in your hand, running your thumb over the pre-cum leaking out of the reddened tip. Draco bucked his hips forwards, hissing at the light touch, and looking down at your concentrated expression as you slowly pumped your hand. Â
Lolling your tongue out dramatically, you leaned forwards and gave the tip a kitten lick, earning a frustrated groan from Draco. Satisfied with his discomfort, you gave the swollen tip another kiss before taking his length fully into your mouth. He let out a strangled gasp in response, his eyes squeezed shut as you enthusiastically licked up his length. Sealing off your lips, much like a vacuum seal, you bobbed your head up and down his shaft, tongue swirling around it as Draco trembled underneath you, his hand over his mouth attempting to stifle the sounds coming out of it. Â
Draco looked down at you, unable to control the string of low moans and grunts spewing from his lips. The sight of your plump lips stretching around his cock made him lose the few ounces of coherent thoughts he had left in his mind. Draco let out another strangled moan, throwing his head back against the stall door as you swirl your tongue around his shaft and use your hand to pump the base of his cock. His hand flew to the back of your head when you moved to take all of him in your mouth, your nose brushing the trimmed tufts of hair as you choked around him, the contraction of your throat making him groan out your name. Â
With another husky moan, Draco balled your hair up into a ponytail and used it as leverage to thrust into your mouth. âYes, yes,â whimpered Draco, his face flushed red and his breath caught in his throat, âJust like that, (Y/N)â he hissed, his grey eyes flickering down and meeting yours, making his roll back again as he pulled his lip between his teeth. Your fingernails dug into the back of his thighs, squeezing them tighter as he quickened his pace. You moaned around his dick, the vibrations sending a violent quake through his body as he face-fucked you, his climax only moments away. Â
âAh, you take my cock so well, Princessâ groaned Draco, his pace stuttering, âYouâre so bloody gorgeousâ He sighed, his fingers delving tightly into your hair as you continued to swirl your tongue around the shaft, relaxing your jaw to let the tip of his penis hit the back of your throat. Â
The sounds coming from Dracoâs mouth had you soaking wet and yearning to feel his load shoot down your throat. Determined to finish him off, you moved your hand to fondle his balls, moaning with satisfaction as his cock pulsated in your mouth. His breaths grew ragged and the only sounds coming from him were small whimpers and grunts. You looked up at him through your eyelashes, his platinum blonde hair fell messily over his eyes, which were currently screwed shut as his face twisted with pleasure. Â
Dracoâs eyes fluttered open, meeting your eager ones for a second time, but it was too much. Cursing loudly, Dracoâs pace grew sloppier and rougher, his body trembling as you fondled his balls once again. Â
â(Y/N)!â He cried out as you gagged around him, thick ropes of cum coating the inside of your mouth as he came, hard. You struggled to swallow his heavy load, but you were adamant on taking every last drop, just how he liked it. Draco gasped as he caught his breath, his hand still in your hair as he gave your mouth two final shallow thrusts, pulling out as you licked him clean. Â
With his chest heaving, Draco delicately placed his hand against your cheek and slid his thumb over your swollen lips. You press a chaste kiss against the pad of his thumb, the corners of your mouth curling up into a loving smile. He brought you back up to your feet, capturing your lips in a kiss that was all tongue before pulling away with a satisfied smile on his face. Â
âYouâre quite chipper now, arenât you?â You teased, hitting him playfully on the shoulder as he pulled his slacks up, tucking his shirt back into his pants and shooting you a wink. Â
âYes, actually,â He retorted, his usual smirk appearing on his lips, âAnd why is that?â You asked, taking the time to button your own shirt, blushing as Draco stalked towards you. He placed his hand on the side of your neck, pulling down your collar to admire the angry, red marks that decorated it. Â
With a small huff, he dipped down and sucked on the spot below your jaw, your knees buckling and hands gripping his shoulders as he bit down. Once he was satisfied with his handiwork, Draco pulled away, smirking at the mark that would surely be visible for days. Â
âBecause Iâm the only one who gets to have you like this,â admitted Draco, pulling you into a hug and resting his chin atop your head, âCanât wait until I catch McLoser drooling over you, Iâll make sure to remind him who heâs dealing with.â Â
You laughed at Dracoâs declaration, your arms tightening around him as you embraced, âAre you ready for lunch then? He could already be thereâ You teased, pressing a kiss against his nose, and pulling away to pick up your bag from the bathroom floor. Draco chuckled as you skipped back towards him, giving your behind a playful smack as you walked past him, âDonât run off thinking I wonât return the favor,â stated Draco salaciously, catching your hand and pulling you back before you could exit the bathroom. Â
You looked up at him with a curious expression, âIs that so?â You questioned with a grin, walking towards him, and placing your hand on his chest, âIs it something I should look forward to?â You asked, tilting your head to the side innocently. Â
Draco laughed, raising his hand to cup your cheek, âCome to my room tonight at eleven, wearing that pretty little dress from Twilfitt and Tattings,â muttered Draco, his lips close to yours once again, âIâll make it worth your while,â he winked, his fingers dipping underneath your skirt to swipe over your clothed core. Â
Shivering under his touch, you blushed embarrassingly as he examined the slick now coating his finger, âAll for me, Princess?â He teased, contently licking his finger clean and grabbing his own book bag, âActually, I was thinking about McLaggenâ you quipped, stepping out of the Prefectâs bathroom with a bounce in your step which Draco followed after, his eyebrows furrowed as he flanked you.Â
âCareful, Loveâ warned Draco with a hum, his hand sliding into yours as you walked, âor Iâll have to teach that naughty mouth of yours another lesson.â
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 Your four-year anniversary drew nearer, and you found yourself worried about Dracoâs behavior yet again. He grew increasingly distant as the term progressed and you could not help but worry, despite his constant reassurances, stating there was nothing to worry about. This, again, left you feeling frustrated. You and Draco started dating during your third year and it had taken a while to break down his walls to understand him, but now it seemed like some of that progress was overturned.Â
However, when he was around, he always made the effort to shower you with affection and ensure you were being taken care of. Draco knew your habits better than anything, he knew you would be questioning his behavior and launching your own investigations to find the underlying cause of it, but he could not let you interfere. He was already under fire for having âdistractionsâ and had promised the Dark Lord nothing would come in the way of his success. Â
To keep you safe, you had to be left in the dark. It wounded Draco to see that distraught expression on your face when he came into the common room past midnight, sometimes even asleep, curled up on the couch waiting for him to return. He felt guilty for putting you through all this, but it was necessary for your safety and nothing was more important than protecting you. Â
His nights were constantly haunted by horrifying images of you injured or worse, dead in his arms after some terrible mistake he made. These thoughts were constantly wearing him down, but he could not tell you, it was just too risky to involve you in this situation. This stressful internal struggle encouraged Draco to show you how much you meant to him. Â
He wanted you to know that you were, truly, the most important person in his life. Â
âDraco,â You whined with your hands over your eyes as Draco led you through the empty streets of Hogsmeade, âCanât I just open my eyes? Iâve been to Hogsmeade plenty of timesâ you reminded him, but he only chuckled beside you, holding you by the waist as you walked. Â
âIâm trying to surprise you,â Draco stated, rolling his eyes, âSo why donât you stop complaining and follow me.â He declared, pressing a kiss against your cheek, and leading you towards the clothing shops in the village. Draco halted in front of a large store window, looking up at the dress and envisioning you in them with a proud grin. Â
âAlright,â he started, grabbing the hands that covered your face, âReady?â He murmured, pressing a kiss against her fingertips as you nodded. Counting to three, Draco pulled your hands away from your face and stepped out of your view, letting you take in the sight before you. Â
In front of you stood a tall mannequin wearing a floor-length shimmering, emerald green gown with small silver detailing the bust, âWowâ you muttered breathlessly, leaning closer to the window to get a better look of the design. The mannequin turned 180 degrees, giving her a better view of the open back and long train that followed the dress. Â
âDo you like it?â Draco asked, looking down at his ring with a content smile on his face.Â
Your eyes scanned over the glittering, diamond pendant necklace complete with matching water drop earrings, âItâs gorgeous,â you replied, looking over at your boyfriend with a puzzled expression, âWhy do I get the feeling youâre up to something?â You asked, quirking your eyebrow at him as he laughed. Â
âYou know me well, Darlingâ Draco admitted sheepishly, leading you towards the door of the stop and holding it open, âI just thought, since youâve been attending Slughornâs dinner parties, that you would need some more evening outfits to show off,â He stated proudly, his hand against the small of your back as he gestured you towards the changing rooms. Â
âDraco, I couldnât possibly! You bought me one at the start of term!â You protested, grabbing his hands but part of you knew his mind was already made up.Â
âYouâre right,â He agreed with a nod, placing his hand against your cheek, âAnd Iâm going to buy you four more today,â He stated nonchalantly, looking back at the four sets of the dresses brought over by the shopkeeper, âYou better get started,â he urged, taking a seat on the ottoman in front of the dressing room. Â
With a loving smile, you captured Dracoâs lips in a kiss, âI love youâ You said, squeezing his hand as he returned your smile. Â
âAnd I love you most,â He replied, pressing a kiss against your forehead, and urging towards the dressing room, âCome on, I want to see how stunning you look in those.â Giggling, you ran into the changing room, winking back at Draco before sliding the curtain close and getting into the first dress. Â
Several hours later, you and Draco exited the shop with four bags containing various dresses, jewelry pieces, and, even, a brand-new suit. After one final stop at Honeydukes, the two of you made your way towards the castle, treasuring the time you spent together and the memories you created while doing so.
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kissanime & foreplay
this is part of my netflix & chill collection !
summary;Â You get a glimpse of the KissAnime screen for a good two seconds before about seven ads pop up. Another tab to a raunchy hentai website opens, and Jungkook groans. warnings; mentions of hentai yes u read right, kook leads most of it, cunnilingus, masturbation (f), oral (f), use of a sex toy, fingering, nipple play, face sitting/fucking/riding idk (f), praise kink, hints of dumbification, cum eating, jk is like passive aggressive in this one, 4 (f) orgasms, this is the kicker: sub kook at the endđł, like 2 sec of dom yn lol, & u get 0.002 sec of adams apple kink misc; more dumb story lines, made up sex stores bc my creativity knows no bounds, Jungkook plays nice but is actually mean for the majority of it, once again doyeon plays a pivotal role in the furthering of women empowerment, internal love monologues about jk best boy<3 wc; 8.2k
notes; back when kissanime was offed I remember looking at this fic in the drafts like what the hell we gone do now.. n almost deleting it but I was like yknow what this isnât a 1kook fic unless thereâs smthn weird going on so here we are. also yes I know ohshc is on Netflix shut up!!!!!Â
HAPPY BDAY MY LOVE AND MUSE JEON JUNGKOOK !!!! đĽşđ
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The good thing about getting your own apartment is that you finally have a place to call your own. Thereâs no limit on how many potted plants you can squeeze into a one bedroom, one bathroom apartment, and if there was one, youâre twelve in and no one has said anything to you yet. You donât have to share the shower space with anyone, label all your products with a hastily scribbled name. Thereâs a bathtubâsomething you havenât had the pleasure of using during collegeâand a fairly open living space. Thereâs so many empty spots to fill with useless decorations and family heirlooms and that ugly plastic rooster Jungkook won you at the summer kick-off fair last month.
The bad thing about having your own place is that the entire world and their mothers seem to know now. Despite graduating from college, you still keep in touch with your trusted graduate mentor Kim Namjoon, who is still very much in school, and has made it his mission to bring you a new plant every week, hence your growing collection. Your childhood friend comes over every Saturday morning to lounge around after her Friday nights out. Jungkook, although the only one who is ever actually invited, runs through your strawberry scented body wash like a madman.
And of course, Doyeon.
Your beloved college roommate of four years, Kim Doyeon, has been the bane of your apartment experience so far. Unlike you, who had slaved away for four years, saving every penny you made during college for this moment, Doyeon was a big spender. She blew every dollar she ever came across, which is why sheâs going to be stuck living at her parentâs house for at least a couple more years.
Nothing wrong with that, of course, if she wasnât the most maniac online shopper in existence. It hadnât been a problem in college because she was always good old pals with the students who worked the mailroom. If they saw something questionable, theyâd let it slide as long as it was under Miss Kim Doyeon, Room 229.
The reason it became an issue for her now is because itâs poor Mrs. Kim who signs over the package from Sexuality Unleashed: The Best Toys Worldwide! one Tuesday afternoon as it is delivered to their suburban home.
So now sheâs taken to ordering all her freaky stuff to your new apartment, where the small cabinet by the door has quickly become home to her impulsive shopping habits. Truthfully, you donât mind accepting Doyeonâs weird packages, and have long since grown used to the uncomfortable looks the mail carrier gives you.
Jungkookâs supposed to come over today and you really hope he doesnât ask about the state of your hall cabinet. Now that you work at a small company outside of your degree to make ends meet, time with Jungkook has been significantly decreased. You werenât in college anymore, so you didnât have the luxury of dropping by his house whenever you wanted to in between classes. Of course, itâs mostly your schedule that conflicts with your planned hangouts, because Jungkook is still working his dream job from home.
However, because Jungkook is quite possibly the most amazing person on this planet, heâs started coming over every Saturday night to make sure youâre still alive and not dying. And so weekly media binges are a thing, and itâs currently week four.
He gave up on showing you the Marvel movie franchise last week, after you had asked where Wonder Woman was three times in a row. Since the Barbie Movie Debacle of last month, youâve found a nice medium between who picks when. Jungkook picks most of the time, because most of the time you donât really care. Itâs become a running joke between the two of you that movie binges are usually just terribly masked excuses to go to town on each other, so you donât mind missing an entire 15th Century French Revolution documentary if it means Jungkook is deep in your guts by the time King Louis XIV gets beheaded or whatever they did to him. Is it too obvious you didnât watch the documentary?
Occasionally, there are instances where one of you genuinely does want to watch something, in which case you have an intense match of rock-paper-scissors to decide whoâs picking that night. Most of the time, Jungkook wins. But for every match Jungkook wins, he promises youâll pick the next one so youâve long since stopped trying to actually beat him.
Long story short, last weekend you sat through a two part Ancient Aliens episode on the connection between aliens and American presidents.
It was the most god-awful conspiracy theory youâve ever heard of, but Jungkook ate up every minute of it. By the time the two hosts announced their conclusion you were just about ready to rip your own ears off and single-handedly fist fight every producer on the channel for allowing the production of such an atrocious show.
Anyway, because you had so bravely sat through the entire evening without complaintsâ well, no complaints towards Jungkookâs terrible taste; the show, however, was not safe from your wicked tongue âJungkook has so graciously allowed you to pick the media for this weekend.
Youâve been telling him for the longest time that you were going to hook him on anime. It was one of the few interests you always believed Jungkook should possess, being a weeb and all, because it was only fair that he had one questionable trait to balance out the rest of his perfection. Liking anime isnât badâ if a hottie like you enjoyed it, then it obviously had its perks. However, you know a lot of other people are turned off by anime-enthusiasts due to preconceived notions of the genre and the viewer-base.
Now, it was a widely known fact that you always had ulterior motives. So maybe turning Jungkook into a weeb was just a ploy to turn other women off from him and keep your jealousy at bay. Sue you, your boyfriend was a walking wet dream, and youâd do anything to keep him to yourself.
After long deliberation, youâve decided on introducing Jungkook to anime with a classic: Ouran High School Host Club, a god among anime, a true Beyonce among shoujos. The only problem was that you absolutely refused to pay Crunchyroll or Funimation when you could so easily find the entire show on KissAnime.com, home to only the finest of hentai ads and Are You a Robot? questions.
He sends you a text when heâs outside your building, and five minutes later thereâs a rap against your door.
âHi,â you smile up at him, heart fluttering in that same trademark way it did whenever Jungkook was within a five foot radius. He smiles back softly, leaning down to peck your lips as you step aside for him to enter. Heâs got on those cotton sweats that you love, the ones that send your brain into a censored frenzy. But heâs also got that soft curl to his hair that lets you know he came here straight out of the shower in his hurry to see you. How you managed to bag a dream boyfriend like him was beyond you.
You bask in the overwhelming feeling of unannounced love for all of ten seconds before Jungkook is lifting up a square package you hadnât seen at his hip. âMailman gave me this,â he says, waving around the signature bright pink packaging of Sexuality Unleashed. Jungkook, for all his politeness and respect, seemed to falter in those categories when it came to you. He turns the box over, reading the big fat name of the company on the side. âSince when did you start buying sex toys?â he asks rather loudly in the hallway.
You yank him inside, hurriedly slamming the door shut before any of your neighbors can come out into the hallway and get a peek of this avid sex toy consumer. âTheyâre not mine!â you hiss, standing still when he uses you to balance himself as he tugs off his shoes. You snatch the box out of his hands, turning it around to make sure it is actually addressed to your home. Sure enough, itâs for you. Couldnât there have been some other sex toy fanatic on this floor?
With his shoes off, Jungkook wastes no time enveloping you in a hug, the Sexuality Unleashed box tumbling to the ground. âItâs okay, baby, no need to be embarrassed.â
You groan, leaning your forehead against his shoulder as he continues to pat your back like youâre actually embarrassed to be caught buying toysâ youâre not. Youâre embarrassed he caught you with a sex toy you simply canât put to use. âWhatever,â you sigh, âyour gross popcorn is in my bedroom and itâs probably stale.â
He releases you, not before pulling you into a slow and languid kiss that has you clutching tightly at the front of his shirt. He pulls away with a soft smooch, right eye falling into a wink. âBring the box, gorgeous,â he teases, before sauntering off in the direction of your bedroom.
You groan loudly. âItâs not mine!â you repeat, but for some reason do as he says.
Not only do you have no idea whatâs in this package, but youâre frankly not too keen on finding out. Youâre more interested in Jungkookâs reaction to one of your favorite animes of all time. The package is tossed onto the end of the bed, where Jungkook has already stripped himself of his socks and cuddled beneath your covers.
Your laptop has gone dark from inactivity so you slam down on the space bar to bring it back to life. Your first mistake was pressing anything at all. It flickers back on alright, but you forget that you are working with a minefield of ads ready to explode. You get a glimpse of the KissAnime screen for a good two seconds before about seven ads pop up. Another tab to a raunchy hentai website opens, and Jungkook groans.
âWhat the hell is this?â he asks in a tone that screams he has never had to fight viruses off his computer just to watch something at two in the morning.
You ignore him, cuddling into his side as you hurriedly type in the title of the anime before another annoying ad can intercept you. âKissAnime,â you answer for now, accidentally clicking down on the mousepad with the heel of your palm. Another tab opens up to some sketchy credit site. You huff.
âBaby, I swear I just saw like twelve viruses,â he says. âAnd what even are these?â he scoffs, jabbing a finger at one of the many ads that lines the perimeter of the website. âAnimated teacher porn?â
By the grace of god, you somehow manage to get onto the episode selection screen without having another tab open on you. You smile in relief, turning the power of your excitement onto Jungkook⌠only to find his eyes narrowed in on the square advertisement for some hentai website. âWhat? You wanna watch hentai now?â you snort, placing the laptop on his legs as you cuddle into his side.
Jungkook sputters, cheeks tinting red at the mere insinuation he would ever consume such media. âNo,â he glares, releasing the arm around your shoulders to huffily cross them over his chest. âI am not going to watch anatomically incorrect illustrations of a woman teacher relieving herself, ___,â he says rather matter-of-factly.
You snort, repeating, âa woman teacher,â mockingly and in a high pitched voice that, honestly, doesn't sound anything like him. You click play on the video box that appears after only about twenty more pop-up ads. âSilence, you nymphomaniac, the episode is starting.â Jungkook pulls you close with a displeased expression, finally quieting down when you put it on full screen and the ads disappear from his view.
Youâre beginning to wonder if Jungkook really is the script and plot dissector he claims to be, or if he just lives to get under your skin. He doesnât make it three minutes without finding something to critique. First itâs the quality of the frames, and then itâs the characterization of the lead character. He nitpicks everything about the best anime in existence, and by the end of the first episode youâre considering breaking up with him.
âOh my god,â you groan, tearing yourself away from him. Heâs all laid up against your mountain of pillows, tongue prodding at the insides of his mouth in that ridiculously attractive habit of his. Usually, youâd be tripping over yourself to kiss him, but youâre about two seconds from ripping his head off. âI mean this in the nicest way possible, baby,â you sigh, picking up his hand in yours. âYou gotta shut up.â
Jungkook rolls his eyes. âI have to shut up?â he asks in a scandalized tone. âYou sang through the entire intro, off tune may I add.â
At this rate youâre getting nowhere, so you just snatch the laptop back up before you actually hurt his feelings. You escape the full screen, met with those hentai ads that are slowly becoming the bane of Jungkookâs existence.
âWho actually watches those anyway?â he mumbles, covering the sidebar full of naked cartoon ladies with his palm for you, a real gentleman if you ever saw one. âReally?â he says, knocking his pointer finger against a particularly raunchy ad with the caption Be a Good Boy and Let her Play beneath it.
You snort. âYou are such a baby,â you tease, pinching his cheek much to his annoyance. âWhat? Canât handle seeing some anime titties?â
Jungkook shoves your hand away, leaning back to become one with the pillows as you continue onto the next episode. âTheyâre just weird,â he admits. âAnd make unrealistic faces.â
âUnrealistic,â you repeat, finally giving one of the ads the time of day. Thereâs an adorably drawn character making the most perverted expression, knees hiked up to her chest. Her face is twisted up, drooling like a dog and with her eyes crossed in ecstasy. You shrug. âJust because you canât get those faces out of me doesnât mean theyâre unreal.â
The second the words leave your mouth Jungkook is letting out a scandalized scoff, sitting up to level you with another glare. âFirst of all, I can get you like that,â he defends, tapping his finger against the ad on screen. âIn fact, I can get you like that without even trying, so letâs not say anything too drastic now, okay?â
His sudden bout of defensiveness makes something playful in you switch on, laying back down beside him with a smirk. âOh, you can make me all stupid like this?â
Jungkook scoffs. âYes.â
âUh huh,â you drawl, tracing a finger up his chest teasingly; Jungkook knocks your knuckles away, obviously still butt hurt about your comment. Thatâs fine, because a slightly riled up Jungkook was always the best Jungkook. You sit up and lean in close, letting your hand slip beneath his hoodie, palm running over his bare shoulder and around the top of his back. You give his nape a light squeeze, lips pressed against the shell of his ear. âWhy donât you prove it to me, Jungkookie?â you purr, before pulling away.
His jaw twitches at the nickname, one shapely brow unconsciously arching as he regards you with a calculative expression.
The thing about Jungkook was that, after almost a year of dating, you know just how to push his buttons. He has a rather calm and collected exterior to him, the same one heâs had since the day you met him, but beneath it all was a childish competitiveness that raged with the heat of ten suns. He disliked being taunted like you were doing now, especially when his credibility was at stake.
Honestly speaking, you donât doubt Jungkook can make you look as goofy and messy as those hentai ads. In fact youâre rather confident he can. Either way, him being right or you being right, you would still get some fun out of it.
âHm?â you add, tracing your hand up to dance over the skin of his cheek, pads of your fingers running over that stiff jaw. âAre you scared Iâm right and youâre wrong?â
A hand snaps up to catch your wrist, fingers tight around your skin until youâre shivering against him. âOh baby, I can make you cum until you cry,â he murmurs, his usual sweet and lilting tone dropping to a low vibration that makes your pussy throb beneath your panties. Your heart leaps in your chest, lips falling open when he ducks down to brush them against yours. Itâs too light, just a simple touch that makes you follow his mouth when he pulls back.
With one firm shove, the laptop is tumbling off the bed, thudding loudly against your bedside rug. Jungkook leans over you, his usual trademark doe eyes zeroed in on you with the focus of a laser. âHave a little faith in me,â he teases, and when he presses close you can feel his fattening cock flush against your thigh. Your body is begging to be touched, every brush of his fingers against your skin searing trails in their wake.
Suddenly, heâs drawing back. âKook?â you frown, barely biting down on a childish whimper when he snuggles back into your mountain of pillows, one arm stretched behind his head.
He flashes you a smile. âGo on,â he says, arms behind his head. âShow me how to get you like that.â
âBy myself?â you ask, shifting onto your knees anyway. Jungkook nods, a soft jut of his chin as he gives you another one of those easy going smiles of his. His goal seems a little unclear, but you had a ridiculous amount of trust in your boyfriend that whatever he had planned was certain to be good. With one final skeptical glance his way, you sink down onto your bum, knees spreading and giving him a clear view of your little pink boy shorts, elastic band hugging your waist.
The material of your t-shirt is guided away, held to your chest by the hand currently not traversing the length of your stomach, gliding across soft skin, over your belly button and past that band until it slips beneath. You chance another look Jungkookâs way, only to find his eyes wonderfully downcast in the direction of your core. That smile is gone now, replaced with a somber look as he watches your hand move mysteriously beneath the fabric of your undergarments.
The first brush of your forefinger against your swollen button makes you twitch, back arching at the sensation that is magnified by his watchful gaze. âMmh,â you bite down, hand twisting in the material of your shirt. Jungkookâs eyes glare a molten path across your skin, from the comfy bra that peeks out from beneath your rumpled shirt to the wrist slowly working beneath your panties.
A hand falls over your thigh, tattooed fingers giving the skin a light squeeze as you get to work swirling your bud around. The sight of his inked skin on yours makes something warm blossom in your lower abdomen, your eyes following the inky swirls up, up, up. They lead you to the face of your very handsome boyfriend, long lashes fanning across his cheekbones as he watches you play with yourself. âWanna take these off for me?â he says, the tip of his pointer finger wiggling beneath the fabric of your shorts.
You nod hurriedly, wiggling around on the bed until youâre on your back, legs bent in front of you. The shorts come down your legs; the simplest press of your thighs makes something quiver in your abdomen. You toss them off to the side, and just as you go to sit back up, Jungkook places a hand on your knee. âStay like this for me,â he says, sitting up from his mountain of pillows to glance down at you. You melt into the plush mattress beneath you, staring down at him between your legs. Heâs got that adoring look in his eyes, the one that makes you feel so warm and in love, itâs only natural your hand slips down to play with your bare clit again. âThatâs my girl,â he smiles, rubbing a hand down the outside of your thigh, urging your legs to fall open.
Thereâs this overflowing vat of arousal that builds up inside of you everytime Jungkook is around, like the moment your eyes land on him youâre reminded of every position heâs ever had you in. You remember the soft brush of his hands on your body, the way his lips feel on yours, the soft tickle of his hair when he gets too close. It makes your heart lurch in your chest, like if you donât grab onto him tightly this feeling will slip through your fingers and out of your life. So you were crazily in love with your boyfriendâ now what?
A puckered set of lips meets the inside of your thigh, the action ripping you from your overly gooey, overly soft inner rambling. Your hand trails down your quivering pussy lips, collecting your dripping wetness as you go. At the same time, Jungkook kisses down the inside of your thigh, soft smacks of his lips against your skin filling the air with an emotion that makes you bite down a whimper. Your hole puckers at the brush of your fingers, anticipating an entrance that you yearn to give into soon.
His mouth is on you before your finger can go deeper than a centimeter in. But Jungkook doesnât brush your hand off, doesnât shove you away to prove his mouth was undoubtedly better. He places a kiss over your knuckles, before swallowing up your significantly smaller hand with his, that of which he clasps together over your navel.
You groan, head rolling from side to side. âDonât be so soft with me,â you whine, leg twitching when he presses a kiss against your engorged bundle of nerves. âPush me around like that one time, you know I like it.â
Jungkook grins, mouthing over your clit with practiced ease that has you releasing all kinds of whimpers and sighs. Heâs got his other hand wrapped around your thigh, strong arm pulling you closer to that devious mouth and tongue that lavished attention on your clit. âNeed me to be mean to you, baby?â he purrs, curling his tongue in such a way that it makes your entire body tense up, muscles pulled tight. âWant me to push you around like the stupid little girl you are?â You moan, head bobbing up and down at the ideas he stuffs in your mind. As he moves down the length of your cunt, that round nose you love brushes against your bud, and the cheeky shit takes an obnoxiously loud sniff of it, a soft groan breathed against your lower lips. âBut isnât this better?â he hums, languidly molding his lips against your lower ones, much in the same way he does with the ones on your face; he moves slowly, slips his tongue in every few seconds before eventually diving in head on. âSlow... and so easy.â
âKook,â you mewl, getting this overwhelming urge to cover your face with your hands. But you canât, because heâs knotted one hand with yours and his fingers only tighten when you try to yank them apart. Instead youâre left pressing one knuckle against your mouth, brows pinching as he begins slowly fucking his tongue into your cunt. âF-Faster,â you beg. He, of course, ignores your plea.
The wet mass moves past the clenched muscles around your hole, nose brushing against your lips with every intrusion. Every few cycles he stops to press a kiss against your pussy, so hard and wet that it hurts when he pulls off. Youâre left writhing and moaning, your heel knocking against his shoulder when he pushes your leg up closer to your chest. âItâs enough,â you cry, your entire body shivering.
Jungkook pulls off with a loud pop, lips glistening with your arousal. Heâs got this glint on his eyes, like heâs thoroughly entertained by your reactions. He shuffles around to get comfortable, finally releasing that grip on your hand. Immediately, your newly freed hand jumps forward to tangle in the hair above his ear, tracing down the delicate curve of his cheekbone. Jungkook turns his head, pressing a soft peck against your open palm that makes your heartbeat thunder in your ears.
As he moves around, his leg bumps against something that has both of you pausing. It sounds out of place next to your shallow breaths, and both of you glance down only to catch sight of that stupid package from Sexuality Unleashed teetering on the edge of the bed.
The moment you see it, itâs like youâre transported into an omnipresent view of the scene, the next few hours flashing before your eyes as Jungkook snorts. You know heâs going to reach for it in two seconds, and you know heâs going to tear the hot pink packaging apart with his bare hands. He does so with a scary amount of power, the industrial tape not standing a chance against him. A box roughly the same size as the package falls out, and before you can kick it away and save yourself from suffering beneath Jungkookâs teasing antics, heâs snatching up the box.
âThe Bullet Bestie,â he reads aloud, dark eyes flying across the text with lightning speed before that box is also being ripped open. (Briefly, thereâs a voice in your head that thinks of Doyeon, but youâre not sure why.) Out tumbles a little pink bullet with a strap on one end that bounces against your thigh and an even smaller remote.
âBaby,â you rush out, the sight of the tiny toy making your heart thunder in your chest. âWe can look at it another time,â you try, hands coming up to brush against his face again. âWhy donât you finish off here?â you ask, a sickeningly sweet politeness dripping off your tongue as the knot in your tummy fades into the background of his attention.
Jungkook ignores you, picking up the remote with a wondrous look in his eyes. Before you can try to persuade him back between your legs, a quiet click cuts you off and the little bullet whirls to life. You yelp at the sudden vibrations against the inside of your thigh, so close to your throbbing core. The jump of your thighs has it falling onto the mattress below you, wide eyes snapping back to the smirk that grows on his face.
âNo,â you say slowly, sitting back up, âno, no,â you try, your usual assertiveness melting into a whiny cry as you try to wiggle away from him and the nefarious ideas infesting his lust-addled mind. Youâre barely turning, ready to make a run for it and hand him his victory by forfeit, when Jungkook is catching you by the waist. Your hips get pulled up, arms clawing uselessly at the sheets beneath you as he drags you close to him. Heâs fast, already having moved onto his knees behind you, and when he yanks you up, you can feel every hot plane of his body aligned with your backside. âKook, please just make me cum,â you gasp.
Thereâs a smile pressed against your shoulder, lips still wet from before, kissing along the side of your neck. âLook at my girl,â he murmurs, and you nearly jump out of your skin when something smooth is traced along your thigh. One hand slips beneath the material of your shirt, soothingly rubbing circled against your skin. This hand also holds the tiny remote between two fingers, and every nerve in your body is on edge waiting for it to be used. âWhereâs that smartmouth now?â
âJungkook,â you try to warn. But thereâs no bite to your words, only an anticipation that grows the closer he moves that damned toy between your thighs. âBaby, we-we can play another time, okay? Just pleaseââ
A soft click, and suddenly your spine is giving out on you, upper body flopping forward as Jungkook runs the vibrations over your clit. Of course Jungkook follows, never letting you slip far from his reach. A loud moan spills from your lips, lower lip wobbling at the unreal amounts of pleasure he bestows upon you with such a small toy. âW-Wait,â you sob, the coil from before suddenly magnified tenfold. It makes your orgasm loom over you bigger than ever, a wave that threatens to spill over and drown you in one go. âNo-please.â
His mouth presses against your ear, hot breaths fanning against the skin there. âHey pretty girl, does it feel good?â he husks out, kissing just below your ear. âAw fuck,â he groans, something stiff pressing against the cleft between your cheeks, âcanât even see if youâre making that stupid face right now.â
You are, but you donât even have the words to tell him that. The moment the vibrator had made contact with your already ravished clit, your eyes had rolled into the back of your head. You donât doubt you look like those silly ads youâd laughed at earlier, mouth opening and closing every few seconds as he circles the toy around your bud. You settle on a high-pitched whimper that has Jungkook laughing meanly against your ear.
It ends too soon, the stimulation from Jungkook eating you out for a few minutes combining with the bullet to form a powerful duo that swallows you whole. An embarrassingly loud moan rips itself from your throat, hands twisting in the sheets beneath you as it washes over you. Itâs so powerful, it blinds you, pussy spasming. Jungkookâs name is repeated about a thousand times in between, your body eventually melting back into the mattress as the final shocks run through you.
The vibrator clicks off just as quietly as it turned on, your harsh breaths filling the room in its place. âGood girl,â Jungkook praises, raining down a parade of kisses against your shoulder. You mewl in appreciation, still awkwardly shoving your face into the mattress, and your hips in the air. From the corner of your eyes, you watch him set the glistening toy off to the side, and youâre just about ready to thank the heavens for such an experience with your boyfriend, when said boyfriend hits you with a curveball.
The gentle pecks against yours shoulder dissolve into harsh kisses, rough hands trailing up your waist. The t-shirt gathers around his knuckles, pushed and pushed until heâs got those same hands cupping your breasts. âDid you like that?â he asks, biting down against your shoulder; the sensation is dulled by your shirt being in the way but it still makes you whine. You moan softly, nodding against the mattress as he gets to kneading your breasts over your bra. âMm,â Jungkook sighs, âmy pretty girl was so good for me, wasnât she?â
Those deft fingers run back down, crawl beneath the elastic of your lounge bra and push it away until your breasts are bouncing out of their cage. âKook,â you sigh, eyes fluttering shut as he traces circles around your nipples. âW-Wait,â you whimper, suddenly reminded of the swollen cock pressed against your backside when he leans closer.
âShhh,â he soothes, tweaking your nipples. âRelax for me, sweetheart,â he coos, flicking your hardened nipples with his fingers. You canât relax, not with your body still so sensitive and him playing with you. Still, the low intonation makes something soft and warm settle in your chest, the kisses against your jaw making your eyes fall shut. âThatâs it,â he says, giving one nipple a playful twist that draws a high-pitched moan from you.
Just as youâre beginning to fall into the rhythm of Jungkookâs caresses and voice, he releases one breast to traverse his hand down and over your tummy, to your sensitive pussy. You gasp, biting down on your lip as he teasingly flicks your clit with his fingers. âBet you could come again now,â he murmurs, taking the tip of your earlobe into his mouth and nibbling softly. You groan, shoving your face into the sheets as if that will save you from your doom. âBet your pretty little pussy can cream itself just like this, isnât that right, sweet girl?â
You whimper, hips bucking back against him when he begins nudging your bud, lewd sounds reaching your ears. His other hand remains on your breast, no longer toying with your nipple but simply holding it almost comfortingly. Thereâs a smirk pressed against your skin, that pearly white smile you usually adore so much teasing you as he circles your nub.
âCome on,â he encourages quietly, kissing up the column of your neck again. You moan, thighs quivering as he strokes a second orgasm out of you with no struggle. Your eyes and throat burn at the heat that washes over you, and you release a hoarse scream into the mattressâ Jungkook chuckles at the sound, egging you on with that low voice until your muscles go limp a second time.
When he rolls you onto your stomach again, you try desperately to cover the tears that blur your vision, turning away from him like a child when he tries to look. âCrybaby, crybaby,â he sings teasingly, prying your hands away to capture your mouth with his for the first time that night. âLemme see those tears, baby,â he purrs.
He tastes like you, tongue dripping with that sweet tang of your pussy, and he smells like you too. It strokes the flames of you ego, arms eventually wrapping around his shoulders as he settles above you. He pulls off with a curl of his tongue against your swollen lips, brown eyes lazily staring down at you. Itâs embarrassing how well kept he still was compared to your half-nude state of dress. His skin is all glowy and pretty, not a single tear track in sight, and his grin is still too relaxed for your liking.
Jungkookâs body feels so warm and comforting against yours, muscles keeping the heat trapped between your bodies. You go to brush a hand through his hair, needing to feel the familiarity of those silky locks, before heâs suddenly leaning away. He shuffles onto his knees again, glancing down at your thoroughly abused cunt with a quirk in his brows.
âGod,â you groan, knocking your foot against his side. âJust fuck me already,â you huff despite your earlier fatigue. You could only go so long without feeling Jungkookâs fat demon cock inside of you.
He snorts at your snappy tone, cutely tilting his head to the side to move his hair out of his face. His jaw looks sharp from this angle, facial features covered in shadows the lamplight behind him canât touch. âCanât,â he announces, and you could pull your hair out from all this unnecessary build up.
Truth to be told, you and Jungkook were both equally as unrestrained when it came to each other. Most of the time, the lead up to actual, penetrative, key-in-lock sex included a couple minutes of heavy petting from his end, and maybe a half assed handjob from you. Sometimes if you felt extra attentive, heâd eat you out and you'd him off. But for the most part, the two of you jumped straight into it after an orgasm, like horny teenagers despite the two of you being twenty-three now.
The most adventurous youâd ever gotten up until the point was maybe two orgasms bestowed upon you by a crazed Jungkook. And, well. You had hit two orgasms now. You were ready for his monster cock.
âKook,â you whine childishly.
Jungkook shakes you off, placing a palm on both your knees. Slowly, he spreads your thighs apart again, eyes zeroed in on the glossy folds that come into view, the sparkling pearly cum that leaks out of your hole. âI canât, baby,â he says, almost pained. âI gotta clean you up first,â he insists, and before you can tell him how counterproductive it is to lick you clean of your arousal before fucking you, heâs diving face first into your cunt.
But the biggest surprise doesnât come from Jungkook going in for thirds, but from the hands he clasps around your thighs, the sheer strength he uses to roll you over (ignoring the shriek you let out) to sit you on his face. âNo, no,â you yelp immediately, âI-Iâll break you,â you cry, trying to escape from his hold.
From beneath your thighs, dark eyes peering up at you daringly, you can see the clear warning on Jungkookâs face. Itâs a look that loudly says donât you dare fucking move, shapely brows sending a jolt of genuine fear down your spine for a moment. âJungkook,â you fret, trying to ignore the arousal that only continues to blossom as his tongue laps against your folds for the second time that night. âIâm, Iâm,â you stammer, hands burying themselves in his hair as he ignores your cries. âIâll break you,â you try again, spine arching when he slurps your clit into his mouth. âI-Iâllââ
He pulls off with a pop. âFuck my face, baby,â he says, as if he hadnât heard a single of your concerns at all. His nose nudges against your clit, a whimper catching in your throat. Briefly, his hand disappears from around your thigh, and when it returns, that tiny bullet vibrator from earlier is pressed against your thigh. âYou got that?â
You nod, internally torn apart by your fear of crushing him and your need to drag your cunt all over your boyfriendâs handsome face. You glance down at him, watch him slip that vibrator into his mouth for just a second and lewdly coat it in his saliva, before heâs reaching around to shove it past your pussy lips. Theyâre still swollen and puffy, but have long since relaxed enough for him to slip it in. âB-But what ifââ
âYou wonât,â he cuts off, readjusting himself closer to your cunt again, âcome on, pretty girl.â
The reason you think you and Jungkook click so well was because he was able to bring that vulnerable side out of you every now and then. He knew you liked to parade around with that huge superiority complex, and he loved it. But he also knew there were things you liked and disliked, and sometimes it took a little pushing for you to reveal them.
For a second, that horny cloud over his irises lifts, and he gives you one of those cute, sloppy winks as he taps your thigh gently. âFuck my face, sweetheart,â he whispers, âdrag that pretty cunt all over me until I canât breathe.â A gasp catches in your throat, hands unconsciously curling against his scalp. He notices, and flashes you a lazy smirk. âYou can do that, canât you?â
Something akin to adoration blooms in your chest, and before you can blurt out something embarrassingâlike I love youâthereâs a soft click that has The Bullet Bestie revving up inside of you. You gasp, the sudden vibrations deep inside your pussy making your hips snap forward, clit rubbing against Jungkookâs nose.
âO-Oh,â you cry, and thatâs all it takes for you to lose it. Your hips start off slow, at first just savoring the wet drag of his tongue against your lips, his nose against your clit. He sticks his tongue out for you, and part of you wants to tell him heâs a good boy, that corny hentai ad flashing in your mind, but you doubt youâll survive the aftermath of that. Once you find that perfect pace, your hands are practically yanking at his hair, pushing him further into the mattress as you ride his face like heâs nothing but a toy. âKook, Jungkook,â you pant, grinding your lower lips against his all too eager mouth.
It feels oddly weird being over him like this, using him like this. You like to think you and Jungkook have equal power in the bedroom, but you will admit that more often than not, he assumes control by default. Youâre not particularly bothered by that, because you doubt youâd ever come up with the crazy ideas Jungkook did when he was horny (okay, a lie, because you definitely have thought of crazy sex schemes before).
But, this momentâŚ
The power was quickly going to your head. âFuck,â you sob, roughly dragging the length of your pussy over and over his face. The hands around your thighs are pressing against your skin with a strength that would hurt were you not blinded by arousal. His eyes are shut, lids fluttering open every now and then as he watches you buck wildly over his face like he was a pillow in high school and your parents were gone for the weekend.
It doesnât help that the rhythmic pulses of the vibrator inside of you are doing their job well, the tongue that slips into your pussy joining together to form a powerful combination. Itâs ultimately what has you halting your manic thrusts, instead falling into a slow grind over him. Your hips circle, eyes squeezed shut as you lose yourself in the lapping of his tongue against your dripping hole. âMmmf,â you mewl, biting down on your lower lip as the wet muscle prods against a delicate spot within you. You hear feels light, view of the gorgeous man beneath you obstructed by the eyelids that can't seem to stay open. âN-No,â you cry, pulling his hair more roughly than you intended to in order to redirect him. âThere, there,â you whimper, holding him tight against your pussy.
Beneath you, Jungkook exhales harshly against your lips, hands moving frantically over your thighs as he works his tongue inside of you alongside the bullet vibrator. If you werenât so caught up in your own pleasure, all kinds of sounds spilling from your lips, you would have heard the quiet moans that fall from his. Alas.
It takes a few more pulses from the toy and a few more licks from Jungkook until youâre coming for the third time that night, features twisting up as your pussy clenches around his tongue before spilling down his mouth. Your back arches, a defeated moan escaping you as you release the same mess heâd claimed to clean up onto his lovely face. You can barely breathe afterwards, mouth dry and head dizzy when Jungkook finally pops back out from between your thighs. You barely have enough time to lift yourself up, pussy lightly brushing across his Adamâs apple as you stop yourself from crushing his windpipe. It makes you twitch.
âGood girl,â Jungkook praises with a cheeky smile that distracts you from the bullet toy he retrieves from your quivering cunt. His face is absolutely glistening from your arousal, skin warm and flush. Heâs looking up at you like youâre some mythical goddess and heâs but a humble villager coming to pay his respects at the temple that is your body. Fuck, were you okay? You donât think youâve ever felt this good in your entire life, and Jungkookâs mushy gaze was doing things to your heart.
He presses a kiss against the inside of your thigh before helping you off of him, laughing meanly when you flop limply down beside him. Heâs still fully clothed, a fact that irks you when he leans over to kiss you with that glossy face of his. âDâyou like it?â he mumbles, kissing softly down your face. You nod, legs twitching from the aftermath of that wild ride. âI saw it, yâknow,â he says suddenly.
âSaw what?â you mumble, mindlessly rolling your head to the side and exposing more skin when he begins kissing along your neck.
Jungkook says nothing, just rolls over you. Part of you thinks heâs crazy, but youâre suddenly hit with the realization that while Jungkookâs drawn three orgasms out of you in the course of an hour, you hadnât done anything for him. Before you can dive head first into swallowing his cock, heâs kissing you softly. âThat stupid face,â he smirks, slotting his mouth against yours. âThat weird, now realistic face,â he tacks on.
You huff out a laugh, throwing your leg around his waist comfortably. Jungkook smiles, kisses you one last time before settling in your arms, face cutely pressed in between your boobs. âHey,â you call, âdon't you wanna cum too?â
He shakes his head, a soft sigh filling the air. âNah,â he says, cuddles closer into you. âRest now, baby.â
You roll your eyes. âI can feel your dick against my thigh,â you point out, wiggling your pelvis upward to brush against his throbbing erection. Jungkook holds you down in an effort to stop you. âFuck me.â
He groans against your collarbone. âNo, youâre tired,â he tries to convince you, but his skin is warm and flushed in the way it always gets when heâs riled up. âSleep.â
With the leg around his hip, you pull him closer. âFuck me, Jungkookie,â you purr, using the hands in his hair to turn his face up towards yours. His dark eyes are drawn down cutely, pouty lips too. âUse my body,â you suggest, âIâm yours anyway.â
His eyes flutter shut, a quiet whimper falling from his lips. âDonât say that,â he sighs, âmakes me wanna do very mean things to you.â
You smile. âYou can do whatever you want to me, donât you know that?â Another groan, his head falling forward until heâs hiding in your neck. Still, thereâs movement from below, he sweats slipping down at his hips until that throbbing cock is pressed into the tiny crease where your thigh meets your pelvis. Thereâs a moment of hesitation, and you wonder if this is what he felt like earlier when heâd managed to get you to sit on his face. âInside, Jungkookie,â you murmur, reaching down to line him up with your sensitive entrance. He whines softly, arms wrapping around you as he pulls you close. âGood boy.â
Despite your earlier belief that youâd never survive an encounter with Jungkook after using such a term on him, the result is much different from what you had anticipated. He visibly melts into your arms, cock slipping past your folds easily. âNo,â he says, his voice feathery and whiny against your ear. âI canât.â
You soothe a hand down his back, eyes fluttering shut as he begins slowly rutting against your swollen lips. âThatâs it,â you encourage, tugging softly at his wavy hair. Jungkook moans wantonly against your neck, rolling his hips harshly against you until his arms are the only things keeping you from jostling out of his hold. âDo you like this pussy?â you ask, purposefully clenching around him, tummy tightening at the stimulation you keep packing on.
Jungkook shudders, pace growing slipping inside of you. âYes,â he pants, âs-so wet⌠creamy.â
âYeah?â you huff, pressing a smiley kiss against his forehead. âItâs yours.â
âFfffuck,â Jungkook chokes, picking up his pace as his well-deserved orgasm reaches its peak. Heâs breathing harshly now, and itâs taking everything in you to keep your pussy tight around him. But after the night heâd given you, the sounds and faces he pulled from you, itâs the least you can do. Besides, your body, after being so thoroughly pleased, still rears up for one final orgasm with him. âMine,â he growls, bucking his hips into you. âYouâre mine, baby, mine,â he seethes, ending his little tryst with a piston of his hips that makes you gasp, body almost unconsciously spasming around him. Itâs painful, but so, so delicious how he manages to pull this last orgasm from you as he finally busts inside of you.
He comes with a stuttering garble of words, none of which you catch as he collapses into your hold for the final time that night. âFuck,â he pants afterwards, leaning into your touch when he finally registers the soft combing of fingers through his hair. âThat was evil.â
You laugh, pulling him closer. âAs evil as you making me suffer through three orgasms before putting your dick in me?â you tease. Jungkook slips out of you, and you know itâll be a hassle to clean your sheets tomorrow but itâs worth it.
âItâs called building the scene,â he weakly defends, blindly tugging the puffy blanket over the two of you. âI was gonna rhyme it with that horrible website you made me use but I already forgot itâs name.â
âRude,â you snap, âitâs called KissAnime.â
âAnd fore-play,â he suddenly says, and you almost yank his eyeballs out of their sockets for doing that stupid thing again.
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epilogueÂ
Two weeks later, your favorite website and home to hentai ads is shut down after years of piracy. Jungkook laughs at your demise, sits and actually cackles at your heartbreak, until he eventually comforts you with his flaming demon cock and a subscription to both Crunchyroll and Funimation. Doyeon spends weeks tracking down a missing package, apparently some freebie sheâd gotten for being such an avid customer on Sexuality Unleashed: The Best Toys Worldwide! before eventually finding it in your drawer. And because her and Jungkook have some awkward life-long rivalry for your attention, he doesnât pay for that.Â
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Anon said: I hope I'm not too late to slip in a request! I was actually hoping for a more platonic request with Miche? Just how he would help out a new cadet on his squad or something... Maybe there having a hard time fitting in now that there on a section commander squad or even worried about an upcoming expedition. Miche is one of my biggest comfort Characters and I'm such a shy person lol...I love you blog by the way, it's such a comforting place...đĽş
Miche reassuring you that you're enough.
{Miche & reader | tw:none | platonic, comfort | canonverse}
{ "The Interior of the Palm House on the Pfaueninsel Near Potsdam" 1834 by Carl Blechen 1798 - 1840 }
No one can deny that the survey corps had a...certain reputation between the people, for being ruthless, unhinged and not a place for someone hoping for a future.
Their leader is known for gambling with human lives, their strongest has a criminal history record and their most intelligent, does experiments that would put medical student dropout Frankenstein himself to shame.
In short, you'd be crazy for walking there with your own two feet and expecting a crumb of compassion.
You don't go looking for fish in the desert.
You've heard it all, those sayings people keep reciting like a broken record whenever you'd bring up joining the survey corps.
"You'll just end up titan food"
"Why do you want to throw away your life?"
"God your poor familyâŚ"
And despite all of that, you still marched on, despite everyone who told you to quit.
Not only did you join and stayed alive for so long, you've even managed to climb the ranks in record time.
So fast in fact that you were assigned to join a section commander's squad after a very successful titan capture mission that earned you a pat on the back from Erwin.
Being pulled from your friends and moved to a new place where you were surrounded by veterans who've been in their positions for 10 years or more, was quite sudden and shocking.
One thing that should've eased your nerves, was the fact it was squad Miche you're being put into.
Anyone in the survey corps can tell you that in comparison to other squads, this was the most...friendly per say, since they prioritised teamwork and coming back alive over everything else, knowing together they're much stronger and willing to protect each other no matter what.
While yes they did have their quirks, it was almost nothing in comparison to Levi's strict hygiene rules and Hange's workaholic routine or Erwin's unreadable intentions.
And yet, you felt unease at the whole situation.
You were clearly "that new cadet" in this old group of close-knit people, almost standing out even.
You wanted to prove yourself, you've done it before to all those people so why is it any different now.
Maybe...because they are actually experienced soldiers this time, and not strangers living in blissful ignorance inside the walls.
Maybe because you feel the growing burden of expectations set on you for being the newest person in the squad, and being put there by none other than the commander himself which would raise some eyebrows if you couldn't deliver.
Uncertainty and doubt began pooling up inside your mind, making you second guess decisions and overthink actions.
And it's not like the squad members were leaving you out, no in fact they were doing their best to include you.
âŚ.maybe even too much actually, it didn't help that all of them were outgoing people, it was overwhelming.
Nanaba was an unofficial stand in caption when Miche wasn't around. Having a confident yet compassionate personality made her protective of her teammates, almost like a big sister, earning her a lot of respect.
So much in fact that it would unintentionally intimidate people out of approaching her
Gelgar was a strong believer in Miche, loyal to a fault almost. Yet he wouldn't say no for a chance to relax and grab a couple drinks, being friends with so many people came naturally to him with his mellow personality and overall friendliness.
Maybe a bit much too friendly? That personal boundaries were often crossed without him realising it.Â
Lynne was a good balance between the two, she was considerate of others feelings...even so much in fact that she tended to sugar-coat almost everything.
Thomas and Henning were close with each other, both serious and determined. But maybe because they were so used to each other that dealing with new people became...strange, for conversations with them resembled an awkward dad attempting to check on you but not actually putting much effort to understand.
Meanwhile, you were a reserved and shy person.
It was a miracle that you managed to get a group of friends in cadet training that stayed with you throughout the years, but now after being transferred it was all turned to dust.
You have to start again, meet people again and talk to them while wondering if they actually like you or are pretending to be nice because they don't wanna come off as rude-
On top of that, Erwin seemed to keep an eye on you after your last mission, silently conveying the trust and expectations he's putting your way, to not fail him and show you're worthy of this special treatment.
It was too much, too overwhelming and draining.
Dread and uncertainty loomed in the corners of your mind, only metastating in size as the date for the new expedition was announced.
To add fuel to the fire, apparently everyone seemed almost...excited or nonchalant for going out there again, like this is a mere walk in the park as they began making preparations and training.
Were you the only one that felt nervous? Oh god.
Your legs felt like they were weighted down by stones as you stared at the large board in front of you, a white sheet signed by the commander announcing next week to be the date of the expedition, several names listed below for who'd be required for service.
Your name was at the top, even with a line underneath it. The fact it was in cursive didn't make it any less gut-wrenching.
The chatter of people around you, discussing the plans and joking with each other, began blurring out at the back of your mind.
The weather seemed colder as shivers ran down your neck. A rolling feeling in your stomach making your throat tighten, your own voice inside your head was the only noise you could hear.
All those thoughts and worries creeping from underneath the dark corners that you've been pushing them into all this time, like a swarm drowning you in their "what if" and skepticism, full of doubt and illogical pessimism for worst case scenarios.
Thoughts that aren't even your own joined them, ones you never had and knew weren't true and yet amidst the storm it was hard to tell the real from the ones passing through.
You know you're capable, so whyâŚ
Are you capable?
YesâŚ
but are you really?
...
And how are you even sure?
Before it could pull you deeper into that hole of despair, something snapped your attention back to reality, a hand nudging your shoulder.Â
"You really didn't hear me huh." The voice came from behind you, a tall figure stepping closer till you were in his shadow.
Miche looked at you with a tilted head, his lips pressed into a thin line as his eyes bore into you like he's attempting to guess what's going inside your brain.
You've been too lost inside your mind you didn't notice that you were the only one left standing in front of the board.
From the way Miche's shoulders fell after reading your expression, eyes softening after glancing at your name on the sheet, he was quick to catch on.
Before you could say something to save your face after being caught in this state by none other than your new captain, Miche just told you to come with him, making sure to walk beside youŘ protectively staying close that no one on your way would interrupt.
Passing the corridor leading to his office, you gave him an uncertain glance as he simply gestured for you to continue walking for whatever unknown place you're headed to.
Soon enough the buildings and stone streets faded the further you went on, grass and dirt roads taking its place.
It wasn't a long walk per say, but more of a secluded area that took both of you some turns in seemingly shady alleyways to reach.
You couldn't hear the horses or soldiers walking anymore, only the soft flowing of the nearby river.
The tall grass barely reaching below your knees, some ladybugs crawling on top of the scattered daffodils in-between, the closer to the river cliff you got the taller it became.
The first thing Miche did, wasn't explaining to you why you're here, or what exactly he was after.
No, he barely said a word even, only taking in a deep breath as the wind had the courtesy of pushing his bangs back, eyes finally in clear view now.
Gaze meeting yours, he gave you a nod, a gesture to do the same thing.
You reluctantly took a deep breath.
He smiled.
Both of you sat by the river, he gave you his jacket to sit on.
As the silence grew between you, even while it wasn't the uncomfortable kind, it was clear he was struggling to phrase something, the right words just not coming to mind.
Turning his body towards you, he finally said, "how about i just..listen, let it out.".
It wasn't easy, you can't just pour out your heart to your superior.
Not to mention the military wasn't a place for weakness, could you really openly admit to your worries?
Well, yes you could, because it isn't weak, it takes great strength to face something scary and admit to it.
It's strength that got you this far.
How could you ever mistake vulnerability for weakness?
Keeping true to his words, Miche didn't interrupt you as you slowly opened up about what's been troubling you.
He patiently listened, occasionally humming for you to go on whenever you'd lose track.
And by the end of it, after you poured out all your frustration, sadness and worries, it felt...like a weight lifted off your shoulders.
Miche looked at you with understanding in his eyes, as if he himself has been in this exact same position years ago.
...and maybe he was, considering his behaviour wasn't what's socially common, he would've definitely stood out back before he had the respect of being a captain.
He isn't a man of words, for actions spoke much louder.
That's why he became more attentive from that day on, offering to help you train, giving you a smile whenever you passed by and sitting near you whenever his squad were gathered so he'd ask for your opinion on plans or simply share looks whenever they began joking with each other.
He didn't attempt to make you change, instead he made changes to accommodate you.
You're part of the team and he made it clear.
And while he couldn't give reassuring words, he certainly gave his time and energy, paying attention to you, reading your moods and listening whenever life becomes too much.
Maybe he saw his past self in you, and wanted to give you all the comfort, attention and care he wished for back then.
Even if it was mere hugs and shoulder pats that he could offer, he knew small things can make changes overtime.
For him, it's not getting rid of your stress that he was attempting to achieve, no, for life is full of stress.
Instead, he wanted to offer you ways to deal with the stress, to acknowledge it as it is and be heard, to be understood.
Because while stress will pass either way, it didn't mean it had to pass painfully.
You weren't alone, he made sure of that.
Maybe he got too attached, maybe someone might say he's giving you special treatment, maybe Erwin would give him a backhanded comment every now and then.
But since when did Miche pay attention to these things?Â
Well...he can't deny he might be giving you more break days than the other Cadets, larger food portions and even most of his time.
But he won't justify himself to anyone either, he doesn't have to.
Because after all, there really isn't any ulterior motives behind his actions, they were as simple as they came.
It was pure genuine care, the type that makes someone want to protect a person and watch them grow healthy.
The type that made him offer you a thumbs up after each training session, a proud smile on his face for how much you're learning.
Maybe some slight teasing about how if you keep this up, you might even replace him as the second strongest one day.
And while he said it with a joking tone, the hopeful pride-filled look on his face told a whole nother story.
you're not sure if it was a joke or a promise.
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Blood Lust
silverlightqueenâs SKZ Scarefest
vampire!hyunjin x human!reader - smutty smut smut lmao, fluff, a little bit of angst ig, fwb type vibe except the benefits include Hyunjin feeding on y/n lol
Word Count: 10.4k+ (I got carried away, Iâm sorry lmao)
Summary - Having a part time job whilst at university is standard, right? Babysitting, bartending, retail, hospitality? Well, y/nâs job is a little⌠different. Or maybe a lot different. Depends on whether you find being a hot vampireâs personal blood bag weird or not.
Warnings: biting, blood, blood consumption, unrequited love, possessiveness, toxicity in a not-relationship, unprotected sex, intercourse, rough sex and softish sex, softdom!hyunjin x sub!reader, very brief sub!hyunjin, very explicit dirty talk, asphyxiation, slight body worship, fingering, oral sex (m and f receiving), hair pulling, teasing, mouth fucking, begging, praise, hickeys, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, creampie, lots of soft aftercare, sexual and non-sexual nudity, I think thatâs it but please let me know if you notice that I missed something!
a/n: and here is the fourth (and my favourite) instalment of my SKZ Scarefest! I had so much fun writing this absolute filth and I hope you guys enjoy reading it! thank you @silverlightprincessâ for proofreading, I love you! please be sure to check out the previous parts and keep an eye out for the next parts x
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âTook you long enough,â Hyunjin says when I answer the door, and I give him an apologetic smile, making my eyes wide the way he can never resist, and I can see him fighting to keep the smile off his face. âSorry. I was just⌠doing something,â I say as I move aside to let him in, and he raises an eyebrow, slipping off his shoes. âDoing what?â he asks, suspicious, and I avoid his gaze, locking the door after him. âI⌠um-â âLet me guess. You forgot to have your iron supplements and remembered when I knocked on the door?â he asks dryly, and I give him a weak smile, making him let out an annoyed huff.
ây/n, Iâm hungry. Itâs been over a week,â he complains, and I roll my eyes, trying to hide how endeared I always get at his complaining â he might be a big bad vampire to his clan, but heâs just a whiny little baby when heâs with me. âIâm sorry, Jinnie. Itâs hard to remember, because I never used to take them,â I say in my softest voice, knowing he wonât stay annoyed at me, and he just sighs, heading into the living room of my apartment. âAnd you used to wonder why you fainted all the time,â he says exasperatedly, throwing himself down on my sofa.
When I first started at university, I was â to put it simply â broke as hell. My student loan funded my school supplies and my travel costs, and the money I earned working at my uncleâs restaurant paid for my driving lessons. I had no spare income to spend on anything else â I was still living with my parents, so I wasnât homeless or hungry or anything. But I had no money for clothes, or nights out, or⌠anything other than the basic necessities.
When it got to the start of second year, and my uncle had to close his restaurant because he was getting a few customers a night if he was lucky (at every family gathering, he gets drunk and rambles about how Uber Eats murdered his business), I was desperate; I couldnât pay for my driving lessons anymore, and I was having to buy a lot more supplies for school. One of my friends, Yeji, knew that I was struggling with money, and decided to confide in me about an arrangement she had with a friend of hers.
Her friend, Chan, was the leader of a vampire clan, sheâd told me, and she was his blood donor. Theyâd meet a couple times a week, and heâd feed on her and pay her for it. I was fascinated â I knew vampires existed, but I never knew one personally, or knew anyone that knew one either, so to hear about Yejiâs arrangement astounded me. According to Yeji, vampires tend to drink from blood bags rather than from humans these days, but they still prefer blood from the source. So when Chan had offhandedly mentioned to Yeji that he was looking for a blood donor, she asked how much he was willing to pay. When she heard, she instantly offered to be his donor, knowing that that much money per feed would fund the rest of her university life after just a couple weeks.
Iâd had so many questions for her. When I asked if it hurt, she told me the initial puncture felt a little like an injection, and then after that, she wouldnât really feel anything other than it being a little uncomfortable to hold her neck at such an awkward angle. It would leave her feeling drowsy and weak, but Chan would feed her a little of his blood, just to strengthen her, and she would feel back to herself within no time. The two little scars on her neck would take a while to fade, but she said they were easy enough to cover up with makeup. Iâd heard that being fed on was pleasurable, and almost sexual, but when I mentioned that to Yeji, she grimaced and said that it wasnât at all like that. For her and Chan, it was a business transaction between good friends, and nothing more.
I was intrigued, to say the least, and Iâd gone home that night thinking about the possibility of becoming a blood donor to a vampire. The next day, Yeji had run up to me excitedly, to tell me that one of Chanâs clan members was looking for a donor. Only a week later, I was waiting to meet him at a coffee shop, as though it was a blind date. I felt so nervous, worried that heâd take one look at me and walk straight back out. But the second he walked in and his eyes met mine, my heart stopped.
He was adorable, painfully so â with his soft brown hair falling over his cute glasses, and his light academia boyfriend aesthetic. He looked around my own age, but Yeji had told me that he was, in fact, 318 years old at the time (we celebrated his 320th birthday just a few months ago). He sat down with a shy smile, and I was lost for words. He had none of the pale skin or brooding moody looks or all black outfits â he was quite tanned with a friendly face and dressed in soft neutrals. I couldnât believe that this harmless looking soft boy was a blood-sucking vampire. There was no way.
He bought us a coffee each, and bought me a caramel shortbread because, he told me shyly, it looked as sweet as me. We spoke for hours, our conversation quickly changing from generic and awkward, to comfortable and deep. I explained how difficult it was to fund life at university without putting pressure on my low-income parents to support me, and he explained his life as a vampire. We left the coffee shop at closing time, Hyunjin insisting on walking me home, and we parted with the decision that I would become his blood donor.
We met again, only a week later, with the same shy smiles and slightly awkward conversation. This time, Iâd gone to the house that he shared with some of the clan members, but nobody else was at home. It was just us. Weâd slowly worked up to it, and when Hyunjin was stood before me, neck bent so that his mouth brushed against the skin of my throat, I felt relaxed and prepared due to his gentle comforting and support. I tried my hardest not to tense when I felt his fangs puncture my skin, wincing a little at the sharp pain, but before I had time to get used to the feeling of someone drinking my blood, Hyunjin had pulled away, coughing up all my blood over his hoodie.
âWhatâs the matter? Are you okay?â Iâd asked, and Hyunjin had wiped at his mouth, face twisted in disgust. ây/n, Iâm really sorry, but your blood is⌠gross,â heâd said bluntly, still coughing between each word. This had hurt more than youâd expect â somehow, itâs not a nice feeling to hear that a vampire finds your blood disgusting enough to cough it all back up. âOh. Iâm really sorry,â Iâd said, feeling humiliated, and Hyunjin had waved his hand in the air, swigging down some water. âNo, donât apologise. I just⌠I was just surprised. Do you not know youâre anaemic?â heâd asked, and Iâd blinked at him in surprise. âAnaemic?â Iâd echoed, and heâd nodded, an amused smile playing at his lips. âYour blood has, like, no iron in it. Drinking your blood was like⌠drinking bitter coffee. Just how youâd add milk and sugar to coffee, your blood needs iron.â
Heâd left me in his room whilst he went to get me some iron supplements, and Iâd eaten two of the gummy vitamins when heâd handed them to me. Weâd waited for half an hour, and then weâd tried it again, sat on his bed this time. His fangs slid into the two little holes theyâd made earlier, not as painful this time around, and he didnât pull away this time either, instead pulling me closer with his strong arms. It was a weird sensation, not a⌠nasty one, but just weird. With each hungry gulp he took, Iâd felt myself getting drowsier and drowsier, head becoming light, and my eyes slid shut after around thirty seconds.
Iâd felt Hyunjin pull away only a few moments after that, and heâd shook me lightly, just to keep me awake. âLet me feed you some of my blood,â heâd murmured gently, lifting his wrist to his mouth and piercing the skin. Heâd held his wrist to my mouth then, and Iâd gently sucked at his skin, tasting the metallic tang of his blood on my tongue. Seconds later, I felt wide awake, like nothing had happened at all.
For the next year, I went to his house twice a week for a few hours at a time. Weâd usually watch a film or play a video game or just sit on our phones together in his room, when he wasnât drinking my blood, of course. It didnât take me long to realise he wasnât exactly the shy soft boy I met that first day. Donât get me wrong â he was still a little quiet sometimes, awkward and clumsy, a total scaredy cat, and heâd be shy around new people. But after a few weeks, once he was much more comfortable around me, different elements of his personality came out too. He was flirty and bratty and sassy and he could be a total whore â he loved his loose comfy clothes, but he also loved his tighter-than-skin jeans and slightly see-through shirts, leather and silk and expensive cotton blends, in black and navy tones. But he was also sensitive and emotional, thoughtful and sweet. It was soon obvious to me that he was multi-dimensional as a person, complex with so many levels, and Iâd wanted nothing more than to get to know them all.
I met the majority of his clan members over that time, and they were all just as nice as Hyunjin. I spent a lot of time with them, because Yeji and our friends were friends with them too. We went to parties together, had a lot of movie nights or ordered takeout together at their clan house, meaning I spent more time with Hyunjin than I did with anyone else, which did nothing for my hopeless crush on him. But I didnât mind that my attraction to him wasnât reciprocated because we were slowly becoming best friends.
He was always so careful with me, so gentle, like I was an antique vase or a fine china teacup. Heâd hold me close to him with a firm grip, and heâd take slow and steady gulps, never making more than two punctures in my skin when he fed on me. He would never have us sitting in one position for too long or feed on me for more than two minutes at a time â when he was particularly hungry, heâd feed on me three or four times in one sitting, but only for two minutes at a time. When heâd pull away, there was never any blood around his mouth like you see in the films, and no blood staining my neck either. He was clean and careful, always cautious of hurting me, and I was so grateful for that. Sometimes Iâd run into Yeji at the house, after Chan had fed on her, and every now and then, sheâd have blood all over her neck and shoulder or her clothes and hair would be a mess from Chan losing his composure and being a little rougher with her than usual. I would thank God each time, so lucky that Hyunjin treated me like a fragile doll.
After a year, Iâd made enough money from being his donor â or, as Jisung loved to call me, Hyunjinâs personal blood bag â that I could put a deposit down on an apartment. Iâd told my parents that I was working as an assistant at an accountancy firm when I didnât have any lectures or seminars at university, which is why I was making so much money, and that Hyunjin was the only co-worker my own age, which is why I was with him so much. I moved into an apartment block around ten minutes from the clan house, on the same floor as Chaeryeong, and Hyunjin helped me move in. A couple of the other clan boys chipped in too so that, and I quote, âyou have to let us stay with you when we want a break from the clanâ.
Only a month after living at the apartment, Iâd woken up in the middle of the night to someone hammering at the door. Iâd jumped out of bed, dressed in just a little vest and satin shorts, arms and legs bare, stepping into my slippers as I rushed to the door. Iâd had my phone in my hand and had typed in the number for the emergency services, ready to phone them if this was someone trying to rob me, and Iâd opened the door carefully. Before I could even process what was going on, Hyunjin had burst in and thrown himself at me, pulling me into his arms and burying his head in my neck, my legs instinctually wrapping around his waist to keep myself steady.
âJin, are you oka-â âIâm really fucking drunk, and all I could think about was you, and how hot you are, and how fucking amazing your blood is, and how much I wanna drain you dry, so I ditched the boys because I missed you too fucking much,â heâd growled in my ear, making my eyes widen in shock and my underwear dampen embarrassingly quickly. Heâd chuckled, taking a deep breath, before whispering, âjudging by the sweet smell coming from your pussy, doll, I think you like the sound of that too.â
Heâd kicked the door shut behind him and, with his vamp speed, we were in my bedroom only a few moments later, the vampire boy dropping me onto the bed and climbing over me instantly. âListen, y/n, Iâm not exaggerating when I say that Iâm really, really drunk. Like⌠Iâm wasted,â heâd murmured into the skin of my neck, hands roughly trailing up and down the sides of my body. âI can tell,â Iâd replied breathlessly, hands tangled into his soft black locks, fluffy and messy around his forehead. âWhich means⌠Iâm not gonna be able to hold back. I probably wonât be gentle like I always am, because that always takes a lot of self-control, which I donât⌠really have at the moment. So if you need me to stop, say⌠werewolf,â heâd said against my skin, saying the last word with disdain. The werewolves and vampires had always had a long-standing rivalry, and he was obviously aware that the word would pull him out of any desire-filled reverie.
He hadnât even given me a moment to reply before heâd sunk his teeth into my neck, rough and harsh, and Iâd let out a gasp into his ear, his hands gripping onto my waist. Heâd sucked at my neck, drinking my blood desperately, and I could feel it dripping down my shoulder and chest. And usually, when I wouldnât be able to feel anything because of how gentle he was, all I could feel was pleasure, pure hot pleasure flooding through my veins. It was heavenly, and Iâd let out little moans and whimpers into his ear, making him even more desperate, with my hands on his back, nails digging in through his thin white shirt.
It wasnât long before his big veiny hands were wandering eagerly around my body, one palming at my breast and rolling the hard nipple between his fingertips, the other slipping under my shorts and pressing against my clothed core, my wetness having seeped through my underwear. Heâd moved away from my neck and looked down at me with ruby red eyes, his jet black hair a sweaty mess and my blood dripping down his chin in harsh red lines. âFuck, y/n, youâre so fucking hot. You have no idea how long Iâve wanted to do this,â heâd growled, his pointed fangs on full display, making my chest tighten with desire. âCan I fuck you, doll? I need you so fucking bad right now,â heâd asked lowly, hands both stilling against my body, and Iâd instantly replied, âyes, Hyunjin, please.â
Now, another year later, itâs pretty common that we fuck when he feeds on me. I found out that it was so difficult for him to feed on me as gently as he used to, desperate to just throw me against a wall and drain me of every drop. But when Iâd look at him nervously with my âbig innocent eyesâ, he knew he couldnât hurt me. But that night, weâd found out that messy and rough feeding just felt⌠so much better. Weâd also found out a lot of other things since that night; Hyunjin loves biting me in places other than my neck â my boobs and the insides of my thighs are his personal favourites â and I love it when heâs fucking me and bites me just as Iâm about to cum â it heightens the pleasure a thousand times, making me see white and scream his name out like itâs being torn from my throat.
But, to my slight disappointment, sex is all it is. Weâre like friends with benefits, but the benefits include feeding on me as well as sex. A lot of other things have changed though. Hyunjin practically lives at the apartment now â he sleeps here 4 or 5 nights a week. Itâs like we share the apartment; heâs got as many of his belongings here as I do. I donât mind it, though. He is pretty much my best friend, so spending time together is enjoyable, even if it means Iâm falling more and more for him. Hyunjinâs paid me enough over the past couple years for me to be able to do my masterâs degree, and I also managed to get a part time job at the coffee shop where Hyunjin and I first met, so it doesnât feel like Iâm solely relying on the money he gives me (itâs enough to fund me, but I donât want him to think Iâm like his little blood bag and nothing more â I basically am but we wonât talk about that).
This last week, though, I went away with the girls for a little last minute break to Rome (weâd planned to go for two weeks but then we wouldâve missed Jacksonâs Halloween party in a few days, and itâs already being called the party of the year, so we decided to just go for a week), and so heâs had to drink from blood bags whilst I was gone. He was sending me all these sad snapchats of him pouting with a straw in his mouth, wishing he was drinking from me instead â I think he wanted me to react to it with pity, but instead it was just turning me on. I landed back a couple hours ago, and I forgot to have my iron supplement vitamins when I arrived at the apartment, so heâs right â I had them when he knocked on the door.
I look down at him, sprawled out on his side of the sofa, his black locks a stark contrast against the grey cushions. He looks like such a boyfriend, dressed in a thin white t-shirt and a pair of grey joggers, white socks on his feet, glasses on his face and a silver chain around his neck. He looks up at me with a small grin on his face, eyes scanning my body. âYou look hot, doll,â he smirks, and I feel my cheeks heating up. Iâm only in comfy travel clothes but heâs looking at me like Iâm dressed up to the nines. âThank you, Jin,â I reply, sitting down beside him and letting him pull my legs across his lap.
âIâm being serious. You look all glowy. And youâve tanned a little. Did you have fun?â he asks, hands skimming up and down my legs. âI loved it, Jin. We should go together. Everything was so beautiful. The sights are amazing, the weather is gorgeous, the food is delicious, the people are so lovely. The vibes there are just perfect. Youâd love it,â I tell him, and he just watches me as I speak, a small smile on his plump lips. âYouâll have to take me one day, angel,â he murmurs, and I nod, unable to keep the shy smile from my face.
âI saw on Ryujinâs story,â he begins, and I knew this was coming, my heart sinking a little as he continues, âthat you guys made friends with the people staying in the hotel room next to you. What were they like?â âThey were nice. We didnât actually speak to them âtil the fourth day, then we had dinner and drinks together on the fifth day, went sightseeing together on the sixth, and shopping together on the seventh. But, yeah, they were okay. They were a bit too⌠boisterous and noisy for my liking, but the girls got on with them, so I didnât mind spending time with them,â I explain honestly, and he just nods, looking like he still has more questions. âHow many of them were there?â âThere were eight boys, and four of them brought their girlfriends. I got along better with their girlfriends than them, to be honest,â I say lightly, Hyunjin just looking at me unreadably. âSo you spent a few days in Rome with four single guys?â he asks, voice tight, and I let out a gentle sigh.
âJin, do-â âAnswer the question, y/n.â âYes, we did. Is that a problem, Jin?â âNo, y/n, itâs not. Or, at least, it wouldnât be, if you werenât covered in a scent that isnât yours,â he says evenly, and my eyes widen. âIâm covered in someone elseâs scent? Well⌠it must be Yunaâs, because we shared a bed. Or Liaâs â I wore her hoodie on the flight ba-â âNo, y/n. Iâve spent enough time with Yuna and Lia to know what they smell like. Thatâs not the scent on you. You smell like a human boy. So stop lying and tell me why,â he says, voice tight, and I sigh. âJin, Iâm not lying. I didnât, like, sleep with any of them, if thatâs what youâre worried about.â âThen why do you smell like a human boy?â he asks slowly, obviously trying to keep his composure, and I take a deep breath.
âI was sat next to one of them on the flight back, and he fell asleep. His head fell on my shoulder a couple times, and I felt bad to wake him up, so I just le-â âYou just what, y/n? You let a random human boy sleep on you? Get his scent all over you?â he demands, hands tightening on my legs and veins protruding from beneath his honey skin. âAre you being serious right now, Jin?â âYes, I am. You canât just let random human boys get their scent all over you.â âAnd why not?â I demand, voice shaky with anger as I take my legs off his lap, and he glares at me. âBecause I pay you a lot of money to feed on you, and I donât want anyone else getting near whatâs mine,â he growls, butterflies exploding in my stomach when his eyes glow red.
âBut Iâm not yours, Jin. You pay me to feed on me. Thatâs all. There was no agreement that I would stay away from any other boy!â I exclaim, shocked at how ridiculous heâs being and trying to ignore how much my body is aching for him, and he scoffs. âYou donât need any other boy. I give you all the companionship you need, I fund you so you buy anything you want, and I keep you satisfied. Thatâs all you need,â he says simply, and my mouth falls open slightly. âWhat if I wanted a boyfriend? An actual relationship with a boy who loves me?â I ask, giving him a chance to say what I so want him to say, and his eyes flash momentarily before he says, âyou donât want a relationship.â âWhat if I did?â âWeâll cross that bridge when it comes to it. But, for now, youâre mine, y/n, and you know it. I donât want you getting any other boysâ scents on you again, understood?â he asks, and I just stare at him in shock, unable to believe how unreasonably heâs behaving.
He gives me a few seconds to reply and when I donât, he moves so quickly I donât even realise whatâs happened until heâs hovering over me, my back pressing into the sofa, and his hand is pressed to my throat tightly. âI asked you if you understand,â he says lowly, eyes glowing red and fangs glinting in the mellow light of the lamp, threateningly sharp. âNo, Jin, I donât. I donât understand why I should have to stay away from other boys,â I whisper, heart nearly beating out of my chest, and he lets out a harsh scoff. âBecause you donât need them. You only need me,â he growls, tightening his grip on my throat, and I let out a little gasp of surprise, already feeling a slight dizziness in my head.
âYou only want me, too,â he whispers, ducking his head so that his soft lips move against the skin over my collarbones, releasing my throat and moving his hand to hold my waist instead. âYou think I donât know that? You think I donât know how much you want me, doll? You forget how well I know you, much better than you can ever know yourself. I can sense your every thought, your every feeling â I can smell it on you. The way the serotonin rolls off you in waves when you look at me, the way you drip with dopamine when we touch, the way I feel like Iâm drunk on your endorphins whenever Iâm around. My presence makes you want me, angel, and we both know it,â he murmurs softly between gentle kisses, fluffy hair tickling against my cheek, and all I can feel, more with each word, is complete and utter humiliation. Never once has he â or any of the other vampires I see on a daily basis â told me that they can do that â can sense humansâ emotions.
He lets out a gentle chuckle, pushing himself up on one forearm to look down at me with a half-smirk. âDonât be embarrassed, doll. I love it â I really fucking love it â that you want me as much as I want you. As much as Iâve always wanted you, since the first moment I set eyes on you. It consumes me, angel, how much I want you,â he admits, not looking me in the eyes as his hand slowly makes its way up from my waist to brush my hair back from my face, and the butterflies in my stomach are unbearable. âHow much do you want me?â I ask without thinking, the words coming out as a whisper, and his eyes flit up to meet mine, both of us silent as I wait for him to speak, hoping to God heâs going to say he wants me just as much as I want him â more than just sexually. âMore than you can ever know, princess,â he murmurs, sparkly brown eyes locking with mine, and my heart jumps at the nickname he so rarely calls me â Iâm doll every day, angel when heâs in the mood, but Iâm only princess every now and then, when his eyes sparkle the way they are now, like heâs looking at the universe and itâs reflected back in those beautiful brown eyes.
âLet me⌠let me show you?â he whispers, the words coming out slightly questioning, and I canât help the small smile that spreads across my lips, despite not hearing quite what I wanted to. I slide my hand around the back of his neck, fingers pressing into his soft skin as I pull him down to me, eyes sliding shut as his lips meet mine. I never used to understand the hype over kissing. I never had any of the fireworks, the passion, the clashing tongues and teeth like you read in books and see in films. I only ever kissed one boy, once, and it was quite awkward â he practically tried to suck off my face from the get-go, his hands clamped on my shoulders. But Hyunjin, god, is he good at kissing? I could kiss him for the rest of my life, with his soft plump lips and his hands trailing all over my body.
He barely waits a second before parting my lips with his, tongue sliding into my mouth without a moment of hesitation and his big hand pressing against my waist. I tangle my hands into his hair, soft locks sliding between my fingers, and I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer to me, as close as physically possible. Before I even have a chance to start feeling uncomfortable, I feel a rush a movement, and not even a few seconds later, Iâm on my bed beneath him, our lips still pressed together.
He turns us over, my body laid on top of his, and I forget momentarily that my weight atop him is nothing in comparison to the kind of weight he can carry. I practically melt into him, my body melding into the curves and contours of his body, fitting us together like puzzle pieces. He slides his hands into my hair, the feeling of his fingers against my scalp making me let out a soft whine. âYouâre fucking perfect, doll,â he groans against my lips, my entire body tingling as our mouths move in sync, slow and passionate, not nearly as rushed and desperate as usual. His touches are gentle, careful and tender, where he usually holds me in a bruisingly tight grip, rough and possessive.
I slide my hands under his t-shirt tentatively, and he doesnât even hesitate to sit up, breaking away from me momentarily as I pull the top over his head, throwing it over my shoulder as he reattaches his lips to mine. I slide my hands over his torso, fingers roaming over the ridges of his hard abs, his skin radiating heat. Vampires might have no circulation but the rumour about them being freezing cold all the time is false â their body temperature automatically regulates to the temperature around them, meaning heâs just as hot as I am right now.
His hands slide under my shirt, and we break apart again for him to pull it over my head, instantly leaning down to suck at the exposed skin of my breasts as he cups them, big hands covering them completely. I let out gentle whines, head falling back, and one of his hands comes to rest at the base of my exposed throat, asserting his dominance â I might be on top of him right now, but we both know whoâs in charge here.
He doesnât wait long before turning us over, kissing me for a few more moments before he climbs off me, standing at the foot of the bed. He gently grabs my ankles, pulling me down the bed, and I let out a gentle giggle, a smile on his face at the sound. He pulls off my socks, momentarily tickling the underside of one foot, and a startled laugh is forced out of me as I kick at his hand to make him stop. He reaches for the drawstring of my joggers with a grin, tugging it open deftly and pulling them down my legs swiftly.
My black underwear isnât anything special, just a plain cotton bra and my high-waisted comfy granny pants, but his eyes trawl over my body like Iâm in the finest lingerie, the bulge in his joggers becoming a little more noticeable, making my mouth water embarrassingly quickly â I could live on my knees for Hyunjin if thatâs what he wanted me to do. His eyes meet mine, a small smirk on his lips as he drops to his knees, pulling me further down the bed so that my legs are slung over his broad shoulders, heels resting against his strong back.
His hands grab at my pants, ripping them away from my body effortlessly, reminding me again of just how strong he is â he could literally crush my neck without a single hair of his moving out of place. He spreads my legs further, eyes locked onto my core, and he lets out a gentle groan. âFuck, so wet for me, angel,â he murmurs, running a finger over my slit, a desperate whimper falling from my lips. âI donât need prepping â just want you, Jin,â I murmur, and he lets out a gentle chuckle. âThatâs the spirit, doll, but I donât wanna rip you in half. Weâll see how well you take my fingers first,â he says amusedly, not giving me a second to reply before he plunges a finger into me.
I gasp loudly, but the pleasure disappears with his finger which he lifts to his lips, eyes locked with mine as he licks his finger clean of my essence. His eyes flutter shut momentarily as he lets out a low moan, my pussy flooding at the sound. âYou taste amazing, so fucking sweet. This pussy was made for me to eat, wasnât it, angel?â he asks, and when I take a second to reply, he raises an eyebrow, prompting me. âYes, Jin, only for you,â I reply hastily, and a satisfied smile spreads across his lips.
His finger slips between my folds again, and he doesnât give me a second to react before he adds another, trying to work me open a little. âYouâre so tight, doll. And you said you didnât need prepping,â he laughs, curling his long fingers inside me, making me clench around him. He slowly pumps in and out of me, rocking his hand against me gently, and I let out moan after moan at this completely foreign feeling. Heâs always so quick, so desperate to have me fall apart on his hand as fast as I could, but this? This is different, this is slow, heavenly, like he wants me to enjoy this blissful feeling.
He adds another finger, just about fitting inside me, and I throw my head back against the bed, back arching up as I let out a loud moan of his name. âFuck, angel, youâre killing me. Love your pretty moans,â I hear him murmur, his voice just about breaking through the pleasure that rolls over me like waves crashing, and his thumb appears at my clit, rubbing slow circles that make me whimper desperately. I look down at him, stomach turning when I realise heâs been watching me, eyes studying my face for my reactions as his fingers work their magic, and I can barely maintain his eye contact, hearing him chuckle when my head falls back, mouth falling open in a moan.
His fingers disappear from inside me after a few minutes, giving me a momentary reprieve from the overwhelming pleasure as he moves closer to me, warm breath fanning out over my core. âOh, god,â I moan out when he licks a long stripe up my slit without warning. My hands instantly reach down to tangle into his hair, tugging at the locks as he sucks at my clit with his plump lips, making my toes curl. He flicks his tongue over my folds, whimpers spilling from my lips as I squirm, and Hyunjin puts one arm over my waist, pressing down to hold me in place.
He pokes his tongue between my folds, gently pushing into my core, and my mouth falls open into a silent scream when he begins to slowly rub at my clit with his thumb, my legs slamming into his back and pulling him even closer, as close as possible, his head completely buried between my legs. Wet and obscene slurping sounds drown out my desperate moans, and Hyunjin begins to let out grunts and groans against me, lapping at me like a man possessed.
I feel myself getting closer, the knot in my stomach tightening as Hyunjin sucks at my clit, pushing two fingers into me and pumping them at a mind-numbing pace. âGonna cum for me, angel?â he hums against me, and I canât even muster up the sanity to reply, just moaning out his name, and he lets out a low chuckle before flicking his tongue over my sensitive bud, fingers curling against the spongy spot inside me. I tense up completely, head pressed back into the bed as I call out his name in a moan, releasing all over his hand and tongue. He works me through my orgasm, gently rocking his hand against me as he laps at my folds. âGod, you taste amazing,â he murmurs once Iâve come down from my high, licking the last bit of my release from his fingers, and it takes all my effort to lock my eyes with his as he does so, his lips quirking up into a smirk.
And then he lifts his wrist to his mouth, and I know whatâs coming, stomach turning with excitement as he bites down into the skin. When he pulls his wrist away from his mouth, I push myself up onto my hands shakily, leaning forward to his wrist that he holds out to me, blood blooming from the smallest little wounds in his skin. I hold his arm to my mouth, sucking at the dots of blood, the metallic taste exploding on my tongue, and not a second after swallowing it down, I feel my energy coming back, regaining my strength quickly.
He pulls his arm away after a few seconds, his focus returning to between my legs, but when he lowers his head, his lips land on my inner thigh rather than my pussy, and I brace myself for the initial sting. His sharp fangs puncture into my soft thigh, the smallest sharp pain making me wince, but it quickly disappears when he hungrily gulps down my blood, messy and desperate. He lets out groans against my thigh, my blood dripping down my skin as he drinks me like a man starved, and I can already feel myself weakening, the pleasure making my head light and dizzy. He lifts his arm up again after a few moments, the two tiny puncture wounds still bleeding, and I lick it up, the weakness disappearing instantly.
He pulls away after around a minute, my blood dripping down his chin in two lines from the corners of his mouth, as though heâs greedily taken more of me into his mouth than he could handle, and he smirks at me as I wipe it up, putting my now bloodstained finger to his lips. He licks my finger in one swift motion, eyes closing as he savours the taste. âItâs not fair, angel. You shouldnât have such a sweet pussy and delicious blood. Youâve got the whole package,â he murmurs lightly, making me laugh as he rises from his knees, a small smile playing at his lips.
He looks down at me, dark eyes flitting over my body, and I feel conscious under his intimidating gaze. He seems to sense that I want to curl in on myself, shield my body from his view, and he gives me a soft smile. âYouâre so fucking beautiful, y/n, and you donât even know it. Youâre heavenly, angel,â he murmurs softly, holding out a hand to me, and I take it, letting him pull me up from the bed and into his arms. He holds me so tenderly, so gently, that I canât help but bury my head into his chest, his soft and floral scent flooding my senses.
âGonna let me fuck you, angel?â he asks, voice low, and I take a step back from him, a small smile on my face. âWanna suck your dick first,â I reply, his eyes darkening instantly, and I canât help the grin on my face when he groans, âyouâre one of a fucking kind.â I take his hand into mine, pulling him around to the side of the bed. I kneel on the bed, hands on his shoulders to steady myself, and once Iâm comfortable, I pull the drawstring on his joggers open, slipping my hands under to push them halfway down his thighs. Heâs wearing a pair of plain black boxers, his bulge straining against the material, but I donât pull them down just yet, instead moving my attention to his torso.
Heâs so perfect, sculpted by the Gods, and I canât help but admire his body every time I see it, hands running up his stomach and chest, and over his big shoulders. I bring my lips up to his collarbone, kissing and sucking to leave a mark, threading my hands into the hair at the nape of his neck. He waits patiently, hands on my waist, lips letting out gentle sighs every now and then, and I canât help but respect his self-control. Heâs always so patient, putting me before himself, and I canât even imagine how difficult it must be for him.
I take pity on him after a little while, moving from his neck and looking up at him with a small smile as my hands trail down to his underwear. I slip my hands beneath the waistband, pulling his boxers down just enough for his hard length to spring up against his stomach, Hyunjin letting out a gentle hiss. Heâs so long with a perfect curve (he has the most beautiful cock Iâve ever seen), and his head is painfully swollen and red, the tip leaking with milky white precum. My mouth waters at the sight.
I lean down and press a kiss to the tip, tongue sliding out to taste some of his precum, and he lets out a shaky breath. I spread his wetness down his length with one hand, his hands coming to tangle into my hair. I place my tongue at the base, licking up to the tip against the vein on the underside of his cock, and he tenses as I do so, gripping my hair tightly. I take his head into my mouth, swirling my tongue around him as my hands slowly rub the rest of his length. I look up at him through my lashes as I take him further into my mouth, feeling him hit the back of my throat, and his head falls back, a soft moan falling from his lips.
I gradually build my pace, steadily bobbing my head on him and taking him as far in as possible. âSuch a good girl, doll,â he groans, gentle moans falling from his lips more and more often now, and I know it isnât going to be long before he loses all control. Iâm just beginning to adjust to having him hit the back of my throat with each bob of my head when his hips start twitching, and he begins thrusting into my mouth, controlling my head movements with his hands fisted into my hair. All I can do I grab onto the backs of his thighs as he fucks my mouth, my eyes beginning to water. His tip hits the back of my throat harshly, and I gag around him loudly, making him curse as he bucks into my throat.
âSwallow,â he instructs, voice not nearly as gentle and soft as a few minutes ago, and I try my best to do so, my throat contracting around him in noisy gags. âCome on, doll, you can take me further than that,â he says teasingly, before pulling my head forward, his cock pushing down my throat and my lips wrapped around the base of his cock, and he can barely thrust back and forth because of how tight my throat is around him, desperately gagging to push him back out. Tears stream down my face, saliva running down my chin, and my choked gags and desperate breaths mingling with his soft grunts and whispered words of comfort in the air.
I can feel him getting closer, his cock twitching in my throat, and I ready myself to feel his hot release hit the back of my throat, but he pulls me off him with a loud sigh, looking down at me with tender eyes. He wipes the saliva from my face with gentle fingers, tilting my head up to kiss away the tear tracks that stain my skin, hand stroking my hair soothingly. âAlways so good for me, angel. Gonna let me fuck you now?â he asks, our eyes locked together, and I nod eagerly. âPlease, Jin, want you,â I breathe out, throat hoarse, and he grins, pressing his lips to mine in a brief kiss.
âLie down for me,â he says, and I do so, watching as he pulls his joggers and boxers down his legs and kicking them away impatiently before he joins me on the bed, hovering over me. âYouâre still in your bra, doll. This wonât do,â he grins, slipping a hand beneath my body to expertly unclasp my bra. I pull it off me quickly, throwing it off to the side as Hyunjin ducks his head, flicking his tongue across one nipple as he rolls the other between his fingers, toying and tugging at it gently. I let out a gentle whimper, tangling my fingers into his hair, and he lets out a gentle chuckle. âWant me to bite you, angel?â he asks teasingly, and I let out a low moan as confirmation, feeling his sharp fangs slide into the soft flesh of my breast not a moment later.
I gasp loudly, pleasure flooding through my veins as he swallows down my blood hungrily, the heady haze of bliss settling over me more and more with each gulp. Whimpers and moans fall from my lips every few seconds, my hands in his hair pulling him closer and closer, one of his big hands gripping onto my waist, fingers rubbing against my skin comfortingly. He doesnât drink a lot this time, having had more than enough from my thigh, so I donât feel too weak, but he still feeds me a little of his blood when heâs done, making me smile up at him.
âAre you sure you still want me to fuck you? Have you got enough energy?â he asks softly, brushing my hair back from my face, and I nod, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips. âI want it, Jinnie. I want you,â I whisper against his lips, and I feel him grin, resting on one forearm as he rubs his head against my folds teasingly. âJin⌠please,â I breathe out, wrapping my arms around his shoulders, and he lets out a low chuckle. âI like hearing you beg, doll,â he murmurs, smile playing at his lips as he continues running his head up and down my folds, tapping the tip against my clit every few seconds, the wetness gushing from my core soaking him. âPlease, Jin, need you to fuck me, fill me up with your cock, bite me and drain me dry, need it so bad,â I plead pathetically, and his eyes darken at my words, the boy letting out a gentle âfuckâ.
He sinks into me slowly, and I gasp as he inches in, enjoying the burning stretch and gripping onto his strong shoulders as I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer to me with my ankles locked together. He lets out a low groan when he bottoms out, our bodies lined up perfectly, and he brings his hand up to my mouth, slipping two fingers past my lips. I roll my tongue around them as he gives me a moment to stop clenching around him and adjust to the stretch. He pushes his fingers a little further in, making me gag around them, and I shoot him evils, Hyunjin trying to look apologetic, but failing miserably and looking amused instead.
âCan I- fuck, angel, you gotta stop clenching, gonna make me cum. Can I move? Doll, please, I need to move,â he pleads, the words coming out as a low whine, and I feel a thrill in my stomach. I canât help but feel pride at being able to make Hyunjin â someone so dominant â whiny and submissive because heâs that desperate to fuck me. I hum out permission around his fingers, and he pulls all the way out before pushing back in, slow and deep, the drag of his cock against my walls making us both moan. âFuck, so tight, angel. So wet and tight. Fucking love this pussy, doll,â he growls as he fucks into me, dark eyes locked with mine as I moan around his fingers.
âHowâd you want it, y/n? Want me to fuck you slow, doll, or so hard you canât walk tomorrow?â he asks in a low voice, hips stilling as he pulls his fingers out of my mouth, and I let out a gentle whine, not quite sure what I want. âAnything, Jin, just need you,â I whisper breathlessly, and he grins a cocky grin, his ego satisfied. His hand comes to the base of my throat, pads of his fingers resting against my blood vessels, and he pulls out, leaving me feeling empty, before slamming all the way back in, knocking all of the air out of me in a desperate moan, his balls slapping against my ass.
âYou were only gone a week but, fuck, I missed you so fucking much. Missed your sweet pussy and your sweet blood, angel. Couldnât stop myself from jacking off to the thought of this tight, wet little cunt, doll,â he growls against my ear, his hand at my throat tightening just a little, and I let out a pathetic whimper in reply, his words sending a fresh wave of arousal gushing out of me, coating his thighs and abdomen. âSo wet, doll, gushing around me. Did you miss my cock, angel?â he asks between thrusts, my hands tangling into his soft locks, gripping tightly. âMissed your cock so much, Jin. Wanted you so fucking bad while I was gone. Never wanna leave you again,â I try to say, half of it coming out as garbled nonsense and moans, and he lets out a low groan, his thrusts becoming even harder and deeper, his silver chain brushing against my chin with each thrust.
His hand tightens even more, completely cutting off my airflow, and my head instantly starts to become light, the pleasure increasing endlessly with each second. âMore,â I barely manage to breathe out, and he lets out a gentle chuckle, doing as I say, fucking me so hard that the bed creaks with each thrust. âMy dirty little girl. Canât even handle what Iâm already giving you, and youâre asking for more. You forget how strong I am. Iâm gonna tear you in half as this rate, angel,â he murmurs against my ear, hand still tight at my throat, silver rings digging into my skin, and I donât even feel fear, like I probably should. All I can feel is pure, hot need.
He moves one of my legs from around his waist, bringing it up between us so that my ankle rests on his shoulder, the new position allowing him to go deeper, so much deeper, and his tip scrapes against the spot inside me that makes me scream. He reaches down to rub at my clit, bringing me closer to my climax, and I can feel my vision beginning to go blank when he ducks his head to suck at my neck with his plump lips. The mixed sensations of his hand at my throat, his cock filling me up perfectly, his thumb at my clit and his mouth sucking marks onto my skin makes my eyes flutter shut, the pleasure overwhelming me.
âLook at me, angel. Wanna see those pretty eyes while I fuck you,â he growls, cock dragging against my walls, and it takes all my energy to open my eyes. His jaw is clenched, sweat dripping down his face, lips swollen, eyes dark and dilated, glinting red every few seconds, his chain dangling in my face. He looks like sin incarnate. âFuck, youâre so pretty. So fucking pretty,â he groans, releasing my throat from his tight grip, and I take a deep gasping breath, not even realising how much I needed to breathe. He holds his wrist to his mouth, biting at it again and pushing it against my mouth. I lick up the small drops of blood, quickly regaining my strength, and he presses his lips to mine once Iâm done, in a brief passionate and sloppy kiss.
He breaks away from me with a grin, continuing to fuck me hard and deep, swollen tip scraping against the spongy spot inside me, and I let out desperate moans and whimpers of his name, Hyunjin grunting and groaning sinfully softly as tears stream down my face, blurring my vision. I clench around him sporadically, knowing my high is nearing, and he knows it too, his hand slipping down to my clit and rubbing slow circles with his thumb, making me call out his name. âGonna cum for me, doll?â he asks, and I canât even bring myself to reply, just nodding along with loud moan, and he grins, his cock still hammering into me.
âWant you to cum for me, angel. Cum on my cock, y/n, soak it up like a good little girl. So good for me, angel, wanna feel you cum around me,â he prompts, pushing me closer and closer, the knot in stomach becoming tighter and tighter, and Iâm so close, practically there, hanging on the precipice of my high. He grins at me, his lethal fangs sliding out and his eyes glowing red before he ducks his head, biting into the soft flesh of my neck and pushing me over the edge. I scream out his name as he gulps down my blood, numbing bliss flowing through me like morphine, his cock still rocking into me and his thumb toying with my clit. My vision is completely blank, neither white nor black, just⌠blank, pleasure exploding within me, and I feel my consciousness slipping away until Hyunjinâs finger slips between my lips. He must have bitten it because I taste his blood on my tongue, bringing me back to this moment with him.
He breaks away from my neck when Iâve come down from my high, lips and chin covered in my blood and his eyes still flickering red as he grins, both hands digging into the mattress on either side of my head, the pace of his thrusts increasing once more, his cock slamming into me as he chases his high. I wrap my legs around his waist tightly, arms around his shoulders and nails digging into his skin, hard enough to leave marks. I try not to let the overstimulation stop me from getting him to his climax, my pussy clenching around him with sensitivity, and when I feel his cock twitching inside me, desperate moans falling from his lips and face scrunching up with desperate desire, I know heâs about to cum. I dig my heels into his back to hold him deep inside me, and his head drops down to my neck.
âCum in me, Jin. Wanna feel you cum in me, please. Fill me up, Jin. Cum for me, baby,â I murmur into his ear and he does as I ask, moaning my name loudly against my neck as his entire body tenses up. He bites into me again as he releases inside me, his hot thick cum painting my insides as he slowly moves his hips against me, leisurely sucking my blood. He gently rocks into me until heâs finished and Iâm completely out of breath, both of us covered in blood, sweat, tears and cum.
âGod, youâre so good for me, angel,â he murmurs gently after pulling away from my neck, his fangs retracting before he presses kisses to the skin heâs just bitten, sucking and nipping to leave marks. I play with his hair, body still tensing with aftershocks, and he runs his hands up and down my body, caressing my sweaty skin. Every movement, every action, every featherlight touch of his is so comforting, so tender, that I feel like I can stay here with him forever, letting him worship my body so gently like this, my hands playing with his soft, fluffy locks.
But after a while, I can feel myself drifting away, and I know I canât sleep like this â covered in various⌠liquids, with completely soiled sheets and a vampire practically drunk on my blood lying on top of me. âJin⌠I gotta get up. Clean myself up before I sleep,â I murmur, and he whines, making me smile at his bratty behaviour. âNo, wanna stay like this,â he mumbles against my breast, having ventured down to leave marks on the soft flesh beside my nipple. âWe can after. Just let me have a quick shower and change the sheets,â I say softly, and he sighs, waiting a few moments before he pulls out of me and gets up off me, standing up beside the bed.
âWait here a second,â he says before heading towards the bathroom, giving me a view of his cute little ass as he goes. I lie there in silence for a couple minutes, focused on the feeling of his thick cum trickling out of me, before he reappears with a smile, making my heart stop momentarily. His hair is pasted to his forehead with sweat, the bottom half of his face is covered in blood, his lips are swollen and his eyes are lidded with the drunken tiredness of being full on blood, but he looks like the most beautiful man in the world to me.
He scoops me up into his arms, bridal style, and carries me into the bathroom, my eyes on his face the entire time, a small smile on his lips because he knows Iâm watching him and admiring him. When we walk into the bathroom, my eyes flit to the bathtub, which is now full. I realise heâs drawn me a bath, my heart swelling when he gently puts me down, not letting go until my feet are firmly on the floor. âGo to the toilet first. Donât want you getting a UTI,â he says, and I let out a bratty whine, making him raise an eyebrow. âToilet. Now,â he says, and I pout, stomping to the toilet. His eyes stay locked with mine as I piss, and I let out a laugh after a few seconds â the fact that heâs stood there naked and covered in blood watching me as I wee naked and covered in blood is just so funny to my sleep deprived and jet-lagged mind â and he just rolls his eyes with an amused smile.
Once Iâm done washing my hands, I practically bound to the bath eagerly, and he helps me to climb in. I sigh happily as sit in the tub, the temperature of the water perfect to cool down my burning hot skin. I lean back against the edge, my eyelids drooping with tiredness as I watch him wash his face in the sink, cleaning away all the blood. âWhat a waste,â he murmurs as he watches the red-tinted water wash down the sinkhole, making me let out a little laugh, and he smiles softly at the sound. He climbs into the shower and I watch as he turns the dial, the glass fogging up as the water rains down over him, soaking his honey skin and his pitch black hair.
I love watching Hyunjin do anything, my eyes not leaving his face as he gently scrubs at his skin with my passionfruit-scented shower gel, but Iâm so tired that, without even realising it, I fall asleep after a few minutes. Hyunjin wakes me with a tender smile, once heâs out of the shower, wearing fresh underwear and joggers, his chest bare and a towel around his neck to gather the water that drips from his dark hair. Iâm too tired to even speak as he washes me, soft hands rubbing gently at my skin, cleaning away the sweat on my body, the blood stains around where he bit me, the dried release around my thighs and the echoes of tear tracks on my face. Neither of us speak the entire time, but we donât really have to â his touches on my body say everything he wants to say, and my gaze locked onto his face says anything I want to say.
He drains the bath, drying me carefully and carrying me back into the bedroom once heâs done, redressing me in a clean pair of underwear and a soft t-shirt of his that Iâve claimed as my own. He must have changed the sheets whilst I was asleep in the bath, and we climb into my bed together, his arms holding me close. I almost fall asleep the instant my head lands on the pillow, eyes fluttering shut as my body lines up with Hyunjinâs, his front pressed to my back and his arms around my waist. I stay awake just long enough to hear him whisper something, something that sounds suspiciously like what Iâve wanted to hear from him for nearly as long as Iâve known him, but sleep takes me before I can reply.
When I wake in the morning, the other side of the bed is empty, and his bedroom is empty too. And when I see that his shoes are gone from beside the door, I realise he must have left whilst I was asleep. I practically turn the apartment upside down, but he hasnât left me a note. I check my phone, but he hasnât texted or called. I can barely make it back into bed before I dissolve into tears, sobbing as though my heart would break.
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Honey Boy || Cedric
[requested!]
Genre: Fluff!!! Expect your teeth to rot :)
[muggle!reader] [cedric x reader]
Summary: Traditional muggle baking is a favorite past time of yours, although many students are prejudiced against it. A certain boy always liked your baking though, and thatâs the only thing that matters. âI had a friend of mine teach me, but I doubt itâs as good as yours.â âItâs absolutely stunning.â
A/N:Â Iâm combining the two requests because sweets + fluff = a recipe for a good Cedric fic lol also Iâm so sorry that this fic took me forever!! Once I started writing, it never really stopped so it ended up being kind of long, I hope that is okay!
--x--
When you first came to the Wizarding Academy, it was like a dream come true. In the following weeks, however, it proved to be a little bit less than that. âWhat are you wearing?â
You stare blankly at a fellow student. âMy robes, of course. Why?â
âNo, I meant the things on your hands.â
âOh,â you look at your hands. Youâre wearing oven mitts, the ones your parents bought you to take to the academy. You often borrowed the Hogwarts kitchen after hours, so to see you like this is no surprise. Every once in awhile, however, some curious student or the other will waltz by and scrutinize you. âThese are oven mitts. Itâs a muggle thing.â
The students nods slowly, still trying to understand the reasoning behind it. After a while, the student leaves, mumbling to themselves about âwhy not use the wand?â but you didnât pay any mind to it, most kids leave the same response anyways.
You finished up cleaning the countertop area, this time with your wand, reciting an incantation one of the many house elves taught you. They had their own magic, but since you were so keen on using the kitchen, it became a staple rule to clean up after yourself. It swirled around and swept up all of the mixing bowls into the air, letting them dance themselves all the way into the sink. The stainless steel sink bubbled with warm water and soap, busying itself with scrubbing each dish that comes its way.Â
You smiled happily to yourself. Someone cleared their throat behind you, and you froze. Everything stop mid-production, like a pause button. Paranoia ate away at you, wondering who it could be this time. Perhaps it was a professor, with a scowl on their face and yelling to the heavens. Or perhaps it was another student, a silent stare creeping on the back of your neck.
You turned around, scared out of your wits, only to be met with a disarming smile and yellow accented robes. âI thought youâd be here.â Cedric Diggory smiled at you, and the anxiety melted away with it.
âReally? How come?â
âTori said just as much,â he walked closer, looking around the room in wonder. Slowly, you resumed the cleaning process, watching how his eyes lit up at the scenery. âI was going to ask if you wanted to study, but,â he chuckles,â it seems like Iâve come at a bad time?â
The oven beeped, catching the attention of the both of you. You rushed over frantically, throwing the oven mitts back over your fingertips. âActuallyââ
You open an oven left somewhere in the far corner, letting the delicious scent of baked goodies fill the empty room. At once, Diggory was enraptured in consuming aroma that drifted by. âYou came right on time,â you said as you gently take the tray out.
He eyes the tray curiously, watching you fan them to cool down quicker. You only wanted it to cool down faster so that he could have a bite, but just seeing you dramatically fan the goodies brought a smile on his face. ââI wouldnât say right on time, itâs probably more like a few minutes early, but if youâd like I haveââ
âOf course, y/n.â He looks at you,â Iâd be more than happy to try them.â
Itâs not until hours roll by and an empty tray of goodies gone did you realize how late it became. You sat upright and stiff, a shocking revelation dawning on you. âWe never studied.â
âOh y/n,â Cedricâs nose nose scrunched up as he tried desperately to hid his smile. He failed miserably, letting his lips curl up in delight. âItâs a bit late now, isnât it?â
âItâs no use, I suppose...â You tapped on your chin as you thought of a solution. âMaybe we can study together tomorrow? The exam isnât until Friday, right?â
âIâd like that.â
That night you lay awake, the comfy sheets tangled between your legs. You canât sleep, and thoughts drifted in and out of your head restlessly. As far as you knew, Cedric was a pureblood. But he never judged you, not once, about anything muggle related. Itâs kind of liberating; to feel so welcomed in Cedricâs presence.Â
Your body grew too warm for the bed, tossing and turning as you did so. Your cheeks were hot to the touch, embarrassment leaking out of your pores. It was only a fleeting thought, but then it lingered and then oh, how it wouldnât go away. Cedric is kind hearted, so much so, that it had touched the very depths of your heart. The little inkling thought that made your breath catch in your throat was the fact that maybe, just a little bit, it would be nice to love a boy like him.Â
A couple of days later, you found a new recipe that reminded you of Cedric. You busied yourself in the kitchen, letting the joy of baking for another fill you to the brim. After a battle of wits against the mixing machine, there was finally a moment to pause. The sweet scent of chocolate muffins consumed you and left an itch to share the funny butterflies in your stomach. Fresh out of the oven, you wrap one of the muffins up. You neatly tuck the sweet treats into your bag and flurry down the hallway.
If you want him to try it at its peak performance, you need to deliver it while the muffins are still warm. The hallway doesnât have many students, but you spot your friends, Fred and George.
âHey Fred,â you smile, half out of breath. ââand George too.âÂ
They smirk when they see you, already lining up a flurry of tricks to play. The Weasley on the left spoke up saying,âWhatâs the hurry?â
âYeah, whatâs the rush?â The twin on the right said.
âWould you happen to know where,â you pause. Breathing seemed to take its time coming to you. â..where Diggory might be?â
A unified âooohhh,â sung out from their mouths. Regretfully, you could see it in their eyes that they knew. You liked the boy, didnât you? With a whistle, George says,â Last I checked it was the Quidditch field.â
You murmur a small thanks and rush off towards the fields. Your footsteps thundered down the corridors, an aching feeling settling in your toes. Baking is one thing, but running across campus? No thanks. And the butterflies. There were so many of them fluttering around, sputtering things that warmed up your cheeks. You wonder how so many butterflies could fit into one stomach, but you digress.
When you reach the fields, Cedric was coming out of one of the tents. Your eyes meet, and his smile practically sweeps you off of the ground. âHey,â he says as he walks up to you.
Cedric pat his face with a towel, a sheen of shiny sweat rubbing away with the soft fabric.
Immediately you can feel the heat rush from your body to your face. The comfort of his presence juxtaposing your uncomfortable stance was very foreign, but it helped to ease your nerves. âI... I made you some muffins. Itâs good luck for the upcoming game, you see.â
His eyes widen just a bit, watching as you frantically pull out the muffin from your satchel. You reach out to hand it to him. Thankfully, itâs still fresh and warm, and the tingling feeling is hot on your fingertips. A gentle,âThank you,â reaches you ears as he softly takes the baked item into his palms.Â
You see a teammate call out to him. You want to talk to him more, having only spoken about two sentences, but to your dismay, the better part of you knew better than to keep him to yourself. He turns back to you, the same look on his face.
âI know Iâll love it y/n, donât worry. Iâll tell you how it tastes later, yeah?â
You nod and watch as he jogs off, hurrying to grab his broomstick. The next week flew in quickly, and the flurry of wizarding homework drowned out all of your free time. As silly as it was, you didnât have any time to bake now that exams are around the corner.Â
Light leaks in from the castle window, pouring in to fill the room. Dust basks in the warm sunlight, the particles bothersome to your occasional sneezes. Why does the Hogwartsâ library have to be simultaneously the best and worst place to study?Â
Hours tick by, and the fatigue is starting to kick in. Youâve been staring at your textbooks for hours. âAh,â a voice chimes in. âThere you are.â
Your droopy eyes immediately shoot open, and you look up to see Cedric. âOh! Hey, Diggory.â A smile creeps on to your face, unable to hide the relief and joy you found in his presence. âWhat are you doing here? I thought you were studying with Cho this afternoon?â
He looks down at the ground while his robes silently swayed with his movements. Heâs grown awfully quiet, so you thought there was something on the ground. You glance at where he is looking, but thereâs nothing to be found. âCedric?â
Your words snap him back to reality. Red starts to flood his cheeks, and his eyes widen at the sudden jolt. âAhââ s...sorry!â He stutters. He sounds nervous, but the way he carries himself and moves so fluidly, it looks effortless. His fingers have a mind of their own as they kindly closed the heavy textbook and find a way to your hand. âCome with me, will you?â
And of course, how could you say no to that?Â
He leads you somewhere quiet. Itâs one of those outdoor hallways, but the scene is empty with nothing but stone and the sunset sky. Your heart beats a little faster when he stops. His figure stands tall, but it takes him a minute to look you in the eyes. Warily, he pulls out container.Â
âIâm not the best at baking, I know,â he chuckles,â but I wanted you to know how much I appreciate the things youâve done for me.â
He holds out the package, and when you open it there is a miniature cake inside. Despite the concept of a mini cake being delicate, wonky handwriting is scrawled and piped on top. Itâs barely legible, so you squint.
âItâs supposed to be honey cake, but uh... donât be surprised if it doesnât taste quite right.â He says. âI had a friend of mine teach me, but I doubt itâs as good as yours.â
You two stand there in awkward silence until finally, you understand the words on the cake. âi like youâ is what it says. Suddenly not only did the butterflies come back, frogs were also caught in your throat. The boy you liked.... likes you back?Â
âYou... you like me?â The statement that leaves your mouth comes out as more of a question, the shock and confusion stunning your senses.Â
He nods. âDo you... like the cake?â
âItâs absolutely stunning,â you breathe out. Of course you would like it, Cedric Diggory made it for you.Â
He hands you a fork and motions you to sit on the stone ledge. You do so numbly, eager to taste. You take a bite and let fluffy texture fill your heart and soul. âCedric, itâs delicious! I love everything about it.â
You glance at him, and maybe itâs just you, but his face is a breath away from yours. Warmth radiates between you two before he breaks the silence.
â..Can I kiss you?â
It was sweet like honey ââ sweet like him.
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A/N: oh boy that was a long one...... Definitely inspired by some honey cake I had lol
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your type (pt. 1)
Hello friends! I have retuuuuurned. I decided weâd go with the âdating you because of a dateâ trope story (mostly because Iâve suddenly started OVERHAULING the shit out of the other story Iâd proposed to you). Itâs a decent-lengthen fic, a little more story-based than snapshot like my past two series.Â
w.c. 2.6k (LOL, enjoy the set up. We hit the ground running pretty quick after this one.)
pt. 2
note 1: Iâve tried to make all the characters/idols in this one, so if you see a name and recognize it, yeah, itâs probably the idol youâre thinking of. I havenât done this in my last two fics because I usually prefer not to, but I needed so many side characters to bring this story to life and I doubted you guys would be interested in me creating a bunch of random names and people you didnât know.Â
note 2: I donât ship any of the idols that are âtogetherâ in this fic or wind up âtogetherâ in this fic.
When love is a game on a university campus, the question is always how many people can you get into your bed?
Her girls are all about this game. Between studying for exams, hobbies, volunteering and hanging out; they are swiping left and right, going on dates, meeting new boys on campus that theyâve never interacted with before.
To be systematic about itâbecause these are science majorsâtheyâve been working through varying departments. And theyâve left a specific department for their last year at school: the music department. For two reasons.
1) Â Â The hottest boys come out of the music department.
2) Â Â The fuck boys come from the music department.
If her girls are all about meeting and bedding various men, the boys in the music department are playing the same game. And she has heard various stories about girls trying to change these music department fuck boys.
Sheâs dabbled in the dating scene, but has quickly learned that the boys on campus just tend not to be her cup of tea.
âParty at Jacksonâs tonight,â Jihyo tells her as she slips into the seat across from her at their dining room table.
âAnd who are you chasing after tonight?â she asks simply, erasing the subscript 2 sheâd put down next to her carbon.
âDo you know Choi Seungcheol?â
She snorts. âI wasnât born yesterday.â
âWeâve been flirting a little.â
Before she can respond properly, the answer to her chemistry question suddenly comes to her. She grumbles under her breath as she proceeds to erase half a page of work. âDid you go for your testing this morning?â
âStill clean,â Jihyo hums. The woman takes the chemistry homework distraction and uses it to her advantage. âHow was that boy you met last week?â
âEh.â She slowly starts over. âHe was whatever. Little too handsy, little too spitty. Kinda boring.â
Jihyo laughs. âI still donât think youâre giving these boys a chance.â
âBoyâs gotta meet my standard or fuck off,â she chuckles. She tosses her pencil into her notebook and closes it. She props her chin in her hands. âIâm guessing since youâre going to distract me from homework until I say Iâm going to get ready that you have someone you want me to meet tonight.â
Jihyo shrugs. âNo promises, but Cheol did say to bring my friends tonight so we can play card games at Jacksonâs tonight.â
She gets to her feet. âWe can do that at someoneâs house and not at Jacksonâs party.â She heads to her bedroom. âBut fine. Iâm always down to beat new people at cards.â
Having dabbled in a few music classes, she does actually recognize a few of Seungcheolâs friends. Seungkwan and Hansol come as a pair and donât date around as much as the others do, likely why sheâd taken a liking to them. When Jihyo drags her through the crowd at Jacksonâs front door and into the living room, those two boys tackle her first.
She winds up on Hansolâs knee, his hand at her waist to balance her there. âHow are you? We havenât seen you since theory class.â
âIâve been in the research lab,â she laughs. ��You said youâd come visit me.â
âNot all of us are graduating, noona,â Seungkwan argues. âYouâre done this year, but we have two years left.â
She ruffles his hair. âExcuses, excuses.â
âHave you met everyone else before?â Seungkwan asks when one of his friends returns with a few beers in his hands.
âBriefly.â She shakes her head when Hansol offers the beer.
Proper introductions are made, and conversation is easy. Jihyo is already in Seungcheolâs lap. His hand strokes her bare legs, likely âwarmingâ them. That excuse always makes her laugh.
Momo walks into the room, a little tipsy already, and scans the room. When the taller womanâs eyes land on her, she breaks out into a smile. âI need you to meet someone.â Without a response, Momo grabs her hand and lifts her off Hansolâs knee, pulling her back through the house.
âYou good?â she asks Momo once theyâre out of the room and entangled in the sea of people.
Suddenly, Momo stops them before an older looking man who looks incredible uncomfortable to be surrounded by university students.Â
She stares up at this man and looks between him and Momo. âWho is this?â
âMy boyfriend, Heechul.â
Her eyes widen. Momo had been going on about some older man sheâd met at a cafĂŠ nearby. And Momo has been asking her to meet Heechul for a while, mostly for approval. Her girls think since sheâs picky that she knows how to judge good men. She canât confirm or deny that.
She holds a hand out. âNice to MEET YOU!â She has to start yelling, because the music has picked up now that the partyâs in full swing.
âOppa was just dropping Sana and me off and Jihyo said that you were going to be here!â Momo gives her a little push towards Heechul. âTalk to him!â
She tilts her head. âWhere are you going?â
âTo find Sana and Jihyo!â
Momo pecks Heechul on the cheek and tells him that someone will call to be picked up.
Once his girlfriend wanders off, Heechul looks down at her. She motions towards the door. The man seems confused as to why a little girl is bossing him around, but he leads the way out of the house.
She stands on the front porch, leaning against the beam near the steps. âHow old are you?â
â36.â
She almost chokes on her tongue. That is a very apparent 13-year age difference. âRight. Momo said you met in a cafĂŠ.â
âI spilled my drink on her by accident.â Heechul seems hesitant to say more. He leans up and squints at her. âWho are you again?â
âMy name doesnât matter, but I know I have some weight as to whether you and Momo continue to date.â She tilts her head. âWhy Momo?â
âWhy not Momo? Sheâs gorgeous, sweet, adorable.â
âWhat is Momo studying?â
âSomething in science, but sheâs a dancer at heart.â
She mulls that thought over in her mind. âAnd what do you do?â
The name is technical, which suggests that his job isnât CEO. But it sounds stable.
âKids?â
âNone.â
âMarried?â
âNever.â
She nods her head and then smiles sweetly. âNice to meet you.â
Heechul doesnât call after her like the other boys tend to do when she abruptly ends her weird interview, which reflects his age. But she knows heâs definitely confused by the way he lingers in the walkway.
Inside, her ears need to readjust to the volume. She weaves her way back through the house, the bass trying to alter her heartbeat in her chest. Just as sheâs about to join her friends in the living room, she gets stopped by Jeon Jungkook. Theyâd dated for nearly a year during her second year of university. Heâs dating his roommate now, but theyâre still close. Jungkook picks her up around the waist and spins her.
âI havenât seen you in ages! Why does it feel like you disappeared off the face of the planet?â Jungkook demands.
âIâm in hiding!â
âHiding?â
âDonât want you to suddenly fall back in love with me and leave Taehyung!â she teases. âWhere is he anyway?â
Jungkook pecks her cheek. âSomewhere here! I had to drag him out from under his chemistry thesis!â Kim Taehyung wound up joining the chemistry graduate program at the university. His brain is legendary in the chemistry department.
âTell him I say hi!â
âWhere you going?â
She points to the living room over his shoulder. Jungkookâs brows rise, impressed. When they used to come to parties, theyâd spend most of the time in whatever game room existed. Many of the houses they visited owned a pool table, and if people werenât having sex on it, she, Jungkook, and a few of their friends would play rounds of pool until everyone else was too drunk to shoot straight.
âArenât Mingyu and his friends in there?â
She rolls her eyes, a smirk on her face. âWish me luck!â
Jungkook laughs. âYou donât need it! Those guys would be insane to tangle with you!â He gives her a quick kiss on the forehead and pats her lower back. âI would know!â
They promise to meet up for a late lunch the following day after heâs nursed his hangover, and she rejoins her friends in the living room. Momo drags her to the floor. âWhat did you think of Heechulie?â
She gauges Momoâs expression. Her eyes are out of focus, which suggests intoxication thus suggesting more emotional responses. âLetâs talk about it tomorrow.â
âYo.â She looks over at Hansolâs voice and catches the Coke can he tosses at her. The boys all âohâ loudly, and she furrows her brow at the overreaction.
Suddenly, someone is leaning towards her and whispering, âHe promised that one of you would be sober.â
She turns and finds herself face-to-face with Mingyu. âOkayâŚâ
âIt makes Stress a little more challenging,â Mingyu clarifies.
Stress is a speed-based card game, one that Jihyo had taught her last week. Now that she knows the boys love to play it, she understands where Jihyo learned it. When the woman had taught it to her, Jihyo had said, âI canât wait until you get to play them!â
It had been such an odd comment at the time, but now that thereâs a Stress tourney happening in the living room with 8 decks of cards, she gets it.
And here she is, after three rounds of Stress with various people, sat across from a man she only met properly about ten minutes ago: Jihoon. Heâs flushed in the face from the heat of the party, the alcohol, or the anxiety of all the people who have been cycling through the room to watch.
âHow drunk are you?â she asks as she shuffles.
Jihoon tips his head both ways. âIâve had two.â
âShots? Or beers?â
âShots.â
She nods her head as she begins dealing.
âNoona, itâs not fair!â Chan whines, leaning into her. Theyâd played each other in the first round, and even with her going slow, sheâd still won. âYouâre not as drunk as us.â
Gently, she eases him into Seokmin. âI donât drink. You guys wanted to play, so weâre playing.â She catches Jihoonâs gaze. âDo you care?â
Jihoon shakes his head. âNah. Easy win regardless.â
Jihyoâs laugh is short and loud to prove a point. âEven if you were sober, Jihoon, sheâd smoke you.â
Jihoon gives his head another shake as Seungcheol shouts go.
And she wins.
She has to squirm out of all the grabby hands that try to toss her into the air in victory. âIâll be back.â She gets up and starts towards the kitchen. She feels someone following her and finds Jihoon there.
âYou shouldnât go alone,â he states.
She doesnât question it. It is a house party. Guys she doesnât know will try anything. She ducks around arms and around hands that try to grab her when they call out to her in greeting. She, however, pounces on Min Yoongi who is standing in the kitchen talking with someone.
âHey kid,â Yoongi says once he gets over the surprise. âHavenât seen you in eons.â
She digs around in one of the coolers for a Coke. Her drink had spilled four minutes into the tournament when Seokmin had lost and flailed his arms around, promptly knocking her drink off the table. âJungkookie and I are going for lunch tomorrow. You should come if you arenât busy.â
Yoongi hums. âSure, kid.â He glances at someone over shoulder. âI can move some stuff around.â
She gives his arm a squeeze before venturing back through the mass of humans. When someone bumps into her, causing her to topple backwards, she falls back into Jihoon. His cool hands and broad chest keep her steady and guide her back to the living room. He releases her and returns to his spot at the opposite end of the room.
A beer she hadnât noticed Jihoon take is passed off to Jeonghan. The boys all have someone in their lap or someone trying to get into it, and a few of her girls have disappeared.
She glances at the clock. Jihyo catches her doing this. âYou can go,â Jihyo mouths.
She juts her chin their direction. âYou going home with Cheol?â she mouths back.
Jihyo glances down at Seungcheol who is talking to Joshua, and then meets her eye again with a nod.
Immediately, she gets to her feet again and begins saying her goodbyes.
âYou heading out?â Jihoon asks from his spot on the floor next to two girls and Wonwoo.
âYeah. Musicâs making my head pound.â She squeezes Wonwooâs outstretched hand and runs a hand through Seungkwanâs hair as she passes.
Once again, when she glances over her shoulder, she finds Jihoon behind her.
âWhat?â
âWalking you home.â Heâs already grabbing his jacket from the overstuffed hall closet. Some peopleâs jackets have landed on the floor.
She smirks. âYou donât have to do that.â
âYouâre gonna walk home alone at night?â He shrugs his jacket on.
âYouâre tipsy,â she snorts. âYou should stay here.â She slips past him to find her own coat. Itâs tangled in the back. Jihoon nudges her out of the way to grab it. He helps her into it.
âAre you going to say goodbye to say bye to Jackson first?â he asks.
âI donât actually know him.â She zips up her coat and meets his eye. âYou go say bye.â
âCome on.â Jihoon motions with his head for her to follow.
âNo, Iâm good.â
Jihoon somehow knows that if he leaves her for a second, sheâll be out the door without him. âLetâs go then.â
She doesnât question him. As they walk back to her apartment, she pops open the Coke can still in her hand. âJust so you know, the walk is twenty minutes.â
âYou were going to walk twenty minutes on your own?â Jihoon demands.
She glances over at him. âI didnât realize you were so chivalrous.â
âAnd I didnât realize you were an idiot.â
She snorts. âThe walkâs well-lit and I find itâs more comfortable than taking the bus or a taxi.â
âAny walk is nice until itâs not.â
Instead, this walk is almost awkward. With anyone else, it definitely would have been. They say next to nothing the entire twenty minutes, though he does sip the soft drink when offered. At her lobby door, she turns and smiles. âIt was nice to meet you. Thanks for walking me home.â
Jihoon studies her for a while. She wonders if this is one of his moves. Sheâs heard of Jihoonâs reputation through the grapevine. And if this is one of his moves, does this really get the ladies going?
Eventually, the scrutinizing goes on for so long that she slowly backs towards the door to go inside.
âDo you want to go for breakfast?â he calls after her.
âBreakfast?â
âI heard you say you were busy at lunch. How about breakfast?â Jihoon asks.
She glances over her shoulder as she unlocks the door. She lets herself into the apartment and stands half in and half out. âSure. Goodnight.â
âWhat? Youâre not going to give me a number to call you? You could just say no.â
She lifts an eyebrow. âNot as drunk as I thought. 9 AM here then.â
His brow furrows. âYou want me to pick you up?â
She glances up towards the lights above the doorway that name her building. âYou know where I live. 9 AM.â
Jihoon nods. âOkay.â
pt. 2
#woozi imagines#woozi scenarios#woozi#Lee Jihoon#lee jihoon scenarios#seventeen scenarios#seventeen imagines#Seventeen#svt
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My Ninjago Lgbt Headcannons
They're practically all mini fanfics, but who cares? Lol
Lloyd: From a young age, Lloyd knew he wasn't a girl. Dresses never felt right, and pink didn't flatter him. Everytime he heard his name, he would slightly frown at it. He despised being grouped with the girls and made an effort to avoid them all in all. He would rather roll around in the mud then be forced into another game of House.
Lloyd's mother was not happy with this. She wanted a baby girl she could raise into a fine woman. When Lloyd told her how he felt one day, she screamed at him and told him he would always be a girl.
In her rage, she decided to drop him off at Darkly's in order to try and sway him from his "boyish tendencies."
The school almost didn't except him, but they let him join out of what little respect they had.
Misako's plan to turn Lloyd back into her little girl backfired heavily when the boys at Darkly's actually helped Lloyd transition and pass as a boy as much as possible. Though they claim they only wanted to help so they could have another evil mastermind around, they all genuinely felt for Lloyd as they all were abandoned by their parents.
When Lloyd joined the ninja, Wu was surprised to see his niece had turned into his nephew. Accepting Lloyd for who he was, he never made the ninja aware of the Green Ninja's transition.
His father was also kind and accepting of Lloyd's identity. When Garmadon saw his child for the first time in forever, he was shocked to see it was no longer his daughter, but his son.
Garmadon immediately understood, and made an effort to validate his son all times possible. Lloyd was forever grateful for this.
Later in years, though, Lloyd was comfortable enough with everyone to tell them the truth. They were all supportive, and although some didn't understand, cough cough Jay cough cough, they did their best to treat him the same as always and even help further his transition.
Kai: During his time on Chen's island, Kai had the biggest crush on Skylor. He knew from the very start it wouldn't fully work out, but he couldn't help the yearning he felt for her.
He was now facing that same issue in the coffee shop. He held his hot cup close to him and tried not to make it obvious he was staring. He took another sip and looked up with his head down, gazing at the most gorgeous man he ever laid eyes on. Even his own ego couldn't compare.
Kai quickly averted his gaze when the man glanced at him. Kai felt his face heat up. He swished his coffee before downing another gulp and set the cup down.
With wobbly legs, he stood and made his way over to where the man sat at his own table.
"Hey-hey there," Kai stuttered. The man looked up from his coffee to Kai, who wore an awkward grin.
"Hi. Can I help you?" The man asked.
"Yeah, yeah, actually. I've lost my number and was wondering if I could have yours." Kai internally grimaced and nearly groaned on the outside. Oh that was so corny, he thought. What if he doesn't even like men?
The man smiled and took an unused napkin and pen from his pocket and wrote something down. Kai almost quite literally squealed when he was handed the paper.
"You're Kai, right? The Master of Fire?" The man asked.
"The one and only," Kai said. He slicked back his hair and gave the man another awkward toothy grin.
"Well, I'm Jason. It was nice to meet you." Jason stood from his seat and gave Kai a smile as he paid for his coffee. He left the star struck ninja to himself and left the coffee shop. Before completely exiting, Jason turned back and gave Kai a wink and walked away.
With a face as red as his gi, Kai looked down at the napkin. On it was Jason's phone number and a bucket drawn winky face next to it.
"Yes!" Kai exclaimed. Everyone in the shop turned to look at him surprised. As if Kai couldn't get anymore embarrassed, he ducked his head down and nearly bolted out the door.
Cole: Ever since he was a child, his father made him dance and perform dangerous acts that many professionals couldn't succeed. Cole was often trained alone in his father's home, but occasionally they would take lessons at the village's small dance school.
There, children of all ages and genders strived to perfect their skills of dance and work harder to be the best. His father would often help instruct the students along side the more permanent teachers.
The students were grouped by gender and were taught by certain teachers at certain times. When his father was the current teacher, he made an effort to throw upon his son the more rigourous and challenging dances. This caused Cole to become more distant from the other students. They all felt he was trying to make them inferior to him and avoided him. He was always too tired in his free time to chat and hang out, anyways. And even if he was properly rested, his father would make him continue training.
One day his father grew ill and had to stay in bed for a few days. He, of course, wanted Cole to continue training and sent him off to the dance school.
The other teachers were a lot nicer and less harsh than his father. Therefore, after the day's lessons, Cole felt a lot more energetic then usual.
Taking a long swing of water from his bottle, Cole heard someone shuffle up to him.
Gasping for air after his drink, Cole looked up at a boy roughly his age. He was twiddling his thumbs and looking at his feet in embarrasment.
"H-hi. I'm Zach," the boy said. His eyes darted from his feet to Cole's water bottle, to Cole's face, and back to his feet.
"Uh, I'm Cole."
The boy hummed and shuffled on his feet a little. Cole felt the air turn stiff and awkward. He pursed his lips and waited for Zach to say something else.
"Would you like to sit down?" Cole asked. He was sitting on the floor next to the wall, and it was honestly not very comfortable, but he didn't know what to say.
The boy said nothing as he slowly made his way to the floor and sat uncomfortably close to Cole.
"So are you new here? I don't think I've ever seen you before," Cole said. Zach nodded his head.
"I moved here about two days ago. My mother wanted me to get out of the city and meet some new friends. Everyone here seems a little mean, though. But not you. You seem nice," he mumbled the last part.
"Oh, well, thank you? I guess," Cole chuckled. He felt a little weird as he stared at the boys face. "So what made you decide to start dancing lessons?"
"Well, my dad wanted me to find a hobby, and nothing I've thought about interested me. Except for dancing. He doesn't like that, though. He says it's too girly." Zach made a face at the mention of his father. It for some reason made Cole just as mad. "What about you?"
"Dude, nothing about dance is girly. It's so hard and tiring. You gotta choreograph every move to the music perfectly and not screw up. You also gotta be on time with everything and look good while doing it. You can't overstep anything. You can't get in anyone else's way. You can't do a lot of other things, and it's so hard sometimes. If you can pull off a dance routine perfectly, you're practically a god." Cole finished his rant with a huff of air and looked at Zach exasperated.
"Well, I guess you're a god then," Zach muttered.
"What'd you say?" Cole asked. Zach's face blushed a light pink and Cole felt his heart flutter. He thought he was a god?
"Zach, honey, it's time to go." A woman's voice called from the entrance door and Zach stood to leave.
"It was nice meeting you, Cole," he said. Zach smiled at him and waved before heading off towards his mother.
"Y-yeah. You-you, too," he stuttered. He watched as Zach left and picked up his water bottle again. He felt his heart beating fast, as if he was performing another horrid dance routine for his father.
Could he possibly have caught feelings for a boy he just met? Cole didn't know, and Cole didn't care.
Maybe dance class wouldn't be as bad anymore.
Skylor: You would think running a noodle shop that belonged to your evil father who secretly stole the powers of innocent people to turn him and his followers into powerful snakes and take over Ninjago would be easy, right? Well kind of.
Skylor had lived around noodles for the majority of her life and knew the ropes around running a shop. The only downside was the customers.
"I ordered a large ramen bowl with no noodles!" A woman around her fifties was practically harrasing Skylor at the register.
"Ma'am you're aware ramen is noodles, correct?" Skylor deadpanned at the old woman.
"Why can't you just give me what I want?"
"One large bowl of flavored water coming right up," Skylors sighed and rang the order up.
The woman scowled and stormed off mumbling about calling corporate. Jokes on her, Skylor was corporate.
"Rough day?" Skylor heard someone say. She turned and saw a woman her age slurping up some noodles.
"That's a little bit of an understatement there," Skylor chuckled.
"Oh, I get it. I used to work in customer service, too. It's like some people never went to school."
"Tell me about it," Skylor said, rolling her eyes. She rested her head on her hand and leaned over the counter towards the woman.
The woman took another bite of noodles before clearing her throat.
"I'm Anne," she said.
"Skylor."
"How long have you been working here?"
"I actually run this place. And that's been about a few years? I took over after my father passed away."
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that," Anne frowned.
"Well, you know. He wasn't the greatest of people," Skylor chuckled.
"Yeah, no way he could compare to you," Anne said.
"Excuse me?" Skylor smirked with a raised eyebrow.
"You heard me," Anne mirrored Skylor's smirk and took another bite.
They shared a couple laughs before the front doors were slammed open.
"Skylor! I'm gonna need a buttload of your freshest Puffy Potstickers!" Darreth huffed. His face was red and sweaty as if he just ran a marathon.
"Looks like duty calls," Anne joked. Skylor hummed and drew herself up from the counter to make Darreth's order.
Skylor heard scribbles coming from Anne's general direction. She turned back towards her and was met with a slip of paper being handed to her.
"In case you wanna complain about some customers," Anne smiled. Skylor returned the smile and took the slip of paper to put it in her pocket.
And there was an upside to the job.
#ninjago fanfiction#ninjago fic#lloyd garmadon#kai smith#cole brookstone#skylor chen#lgbtq#headcanon#i feel like coles wasnt as good as the rest lol#for clarification#kai in this is pan cole is gay#and skylor is a full on lesbian#jeez skylors was really short and bland#oh well#i almost lost motivation to write this due to tiktok and chicken nuggets
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We Donât Have To Dance
Sirius Black x Wolfstar/Marauders (PLATONIC) | Angst (but a bit of fluff at the end)
âWe donât have to talk, we donât have to dance, we donât have to make friendsâ
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Words: 2587 TW: Swearing, Alcohol (mentioned)The Prank (mentioned) the word hell is said a lot, yelling/ a fight/ a bit of blood, Walburga and Orionâs A+ parenting (aka mentions of abuse) anxiety A/N: First Iâd like to say that this could be triggering, please read the TW and take care if you read, I just started writing and didnât stop.Â
Also this is kinda au(?Âż?) where Sirius doesnât run away to Jamesâs house. ALSO thereâs quite a few POV changes (sorry)
ALSO I used the song âWe Donât Have To Danceâ by Andy Black (lol) as inspiration/prompts, the fic has pretty much nothing to do with what the song is about tho
Feedback is always appreciated! - Blue
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 Record scratch; Steve Miller Band Tattooed necks and tattooed hands
 Oh, how don't you drown in a rainstorm?
It was the first day back to school and the Gryffindors decided to throw a party for the older students, so once all the young ones were tucked up in bed, all the others placed silencing charms around the common room and got out all the drinks they had stolen from home.
*Remusâs POV*
Parties arenât Remusâs thing but when the whole tower was loud and to make it to the hallway would mean weaving through people, and he really didnât feel like doing that. And he couldnât go to the dorms because Sirius was standing by the staircase, Remus could smell him the other side of the room with people in between, Remus used to love the smell of Sirius, cigarettes, candy, mint and wet dog, it was comforting, but now it just hurt, both from the event before the end of term and the undertones of Fresh regrets and vodka sweats.
The sun is down and we're bound to get Exhausted and so far from the shore
Remus had felt so awful the whole break, and but the looks of Sirius, he didnât have a great time either âstop! Heâs not a friend, I don't care about him anymore!â he was pulled from his thoughts when a hand landed on his shoulderÂ
âMY MAIN MAN MOONY!â A slightly tipsy James, stood next to him, âHey Prongsâ Remus smiled, James started looking between Remus and Sirius, taking a deep breath,
 âRemus, I know you miss him, and I know you hate the fact you doâ James said in his ear sobering up a little as the pair of them watched Sirius
He was leaning on the wall, a drink in hand, not talking to anyone, not dancing or laughing like he would normally be during these parties.
âAre you a mind reader James Potter? I canât believe you never told me!â He tried to deflect James, Remus really didnât feel like talking about it right now, but James is stubborn, very stubborn
âWell maybe I am,â he chuckled âBut youâre my best mate and I know you, and I know himâ
âNo, James, as I keep saying, we knew him, he betrayed me and I donât think I could ever forgive him for that, and I donât think I could forgive myself for the things I said to him, I know I was emotional but I stooped so lowâ
 *Flashback*
 Remus had been yelling at Sirius for what felt like hours, pacing around the Shrieking Shack. Sirius was standing as still as a statue, looking down, his arms around his middle like he had just been punched in the guy, Remus couldnât see the tears on as his face was hidden by a curtain of hair, but being the day after a full moon his senses were still on overdrive.
Remus snapped his head to look at Sirius, he hadnât moved a muscle since Remus started yelling, hadnât said a word âAre you even listening to me! Do you even care!â Remus said walking over to him, Sirius didnât respond, not even a nod.
He was listening to every word, each one felt like the knife had been pulled from Remusâs back and went straight to his heart, each syllable felt like someone twisted it.Â
âYouâre such a horrible person Black, youâre exactly like your family, donât ever talk to me again, I hate you!â
Remus turned to leave but heard Sirius mumble to himself, so quietly that if Remus wasnât a werewolf he wouldnât have heard it,
âI know...â
All of Remusâs anger and hurt turned to complete rage and hatred, and he did something he thought he never would, that he promised Sirius he would never do. He turned on his heel and went back to the boy who still hadnât moved,Â
Putting his arms out he shoved Siriusâs chest who stumbled back and his eyes widened and he started breathing heavier, then Remus swung at him, punching him square in the nose knocking Sirius to the floor, Remus walked to the door his hand having a splatter of blood on it from Siriusâs nose.
âYour mother is finally going to be proud of you, youâve really turned into the perfect heir for the noble and most ancient house of Black.â
And with that he left, not looking back, although he almost did when he heard Siriusâs screams and sobs. Nobody saw Sirius anywhere for three days.Â
*Flashback over*
âLook, Rem, I know our group will never be the same, with or without Sirius, and weâve all changed as people but I thinkâ James paused for a second, to make sure he got his words right
âI think that life would be easier for everyone, if we could at least be civil with each other, and I know heâs been dying to apologize, well thatâs what he said in his letter before he started sending my replies back unopenedâ
Remus frowned a bit at that last comment, but he was thinking about everything James said, how it would make life so much easier if he could at least say hello to him in the halls, or bare being in the same room as him.Â
âI- I think that even though our friendship will never go back to where it was, I really do miss him.â Remus sighed looking back at Sirius who no longer had a drink but was fidgeting with his jumper sleeves.
âYa know what? Fuck it Iâm gonna say hello and make uncomfortable small talkâ Remus grabbed Jamesâs half full cup of some kind of alcohol and downed the whole thing, James had wide eyes and his jaw had dropped but he was still smilingÂ
âAttaâ boy!â James patted him on the shoulder as they went their separate ways.Â
*Siriusâs POV*
 Sirius really didnât want to be at the party, but it was better than being alone. Sirius couldn't stand being alone, never could, but now alone meant being stuck with his thoughts and that never led to anything good.Â
He looked up from his sleeve to see Remus downing Jamesâs drink and walking in his direction. That night in the shack clouding in his mind, and what replayed in his head when Remus hit him.
He closed his eyes tightly and tried to distract his mind by focusing on the music.
âHey, Padfootâ Remus stood in front of him, there was concern laced in Remusâs voice but Sirius didnât know if his face mimicked it, he kept his head down.Â
âHello Remus,â He mumbled and said nothing more, thinking Remus was just moving past him âS-sorry am I in your way?â He stuttered and cursed himself for that, Mother always got mad when he stuttered.Â
âOh, uh, no,â Remus scratched the back of his head. âI came over to say hi?â The unsureality in his voice wasnât very comforting.
âOhâ
Sirius didnât know what to say, most of the holidays he spent planning a whole speech, with apologies and explanations and more apologies (and if he had a chance, chocolate) but now that whole thing just blanked in his mind. The fact Remus came to him and apparently just to say âhiâ through him off
âSirius, are you ok?â Remus asked âWhy did he have to be so caring! Merlin Iâm such a fuck up, wait he asked somethingâ
âHuh? Oh yeah, Iâm good, sorry Iâm a bit past tipsyâ he flashed him his most believable fake smile, but by the way Remusâs eyebrows raised he didnât buy it. Remus could always see right through him.
âHow was your break, Remus?â He was trying to be more animated, hiding his hurt, even though he knew Remus didnât believe it for a breathÂ
âYeah it was ok, after the full, me, ma and pa went to Wales to see family, was good to see âem again, ya know?â He smiled (internally face palming after he finished, knowing no Sirius didnât know, and hated his family)
âThatâs great! I hope the full went okâ at the mention of family he subconsciously shrunk into himself, as soon as he realised he straightened his back again. âMotherâs gonna make me balance books again, probably hexing me while sheâs at itâ
 âYeah it wasnât awful, wasnât great either but ya know, how was your break?â
âThink Sirius, think! you knew someone was going to ask you, why didnât you think of something beforeâ
âYeah It was- it was good, got to annoy Kreature so that was funâ He grinned, yet Remus couldnât see the spark that was normally there when he talked about annoying people at that house.
âSirius,â Remus reached his hand out to touch his arm, he may not be friends with Sirius in the way they were, but he still cared about him and hated to think that something happened
But Sirius flinched his arm back, it was a reflex, and Remus looked taken aback, he looked in Remusâs eyes for the first time in months, the concern and worry (and hurt) in his eyes made Sirius look down again,
âSomething's not right Sirius, what happened?â
âNothing happened okay! Just leave it, pleaseâ All Sirius was thinking was ârun, get away, runâ
âNo, âm not going to leave it, I know something happened Sirius, Iâm not stupid, let me help- â
âStop,â he snapped, interrupting him âStop worrying, stop caring ok? I donât need help, Iâm fine. Just go enjoy the party, Iâm going to bed.âÂ
He turned and ran up the stairs, glad he stood by them, he heard Remus call out to him but he just kept going to the dorm and sat on his bed, his leg started bouncing a million miles an hour, his body was a live wire in a puddle of anxiety, stress and fear.
He closed his eyes and tried to take deep breaths to stop his tears. Mother always told him he wasnât allowed to cry, he was thankful he could still hear some of the music so it wasnât completely silent.
 Click The door opens
âSiriusâ Remusâs soft voice calls from the door, Sirius desperately wants Remus to hug him and tell him everything is ok, thatâs heâs safe, but heâs not, heâs never safe, and thereâs no way Remus would hug him
âSiriusâ he said again sitting down next to him, not right next to him, which Sirius was thankful for, but he also just wanted someone to be close to him âI get that opening up can be scary, I know itâs especially hard fâyou, but maybe if you got it of your chest you might feel better?â
âNo, thereâs nothing to get off my chest Iâm fine,â Sirius knew there was no actual point in lying about that, but he really didnât want to talk âeven if I wasnât, I wouldn't want to be a burdenâ
âI get it, Padfoot, trust me I do-â But Sirius cut him off (again) losing his temper
âNO! Youâre never gonna get it!â He jumped off the bed and started pacing âyou donât understand I'm a hazard to myself, I'll break it to you easy Remus, this is hell!â then he motioned to his head âthis is hell.â
âPads, please calm downâ
âAnd you know whatâs the worst part, Iâm a hazard to everyone around me, everyone hates me and I know it, I know people talk about me. Even down at the party, you and James, you're looking and whispering, you think I'm someone else, you know what? Yeah I am! Iâm not âPadfootâ Iâm not a marauder, Iâm a coward who canât keep his stupid mouth shut, and it gets others hurt, fuck I know I deserve all the shit Mother and Father did in the break, but you didnât deserve to have me tell Severus!â Sirius finally took a deep breath wiping the stray tears away as fast as he could
âSirius, I know James doesnât hate you and Iâm sure Peter doesnât, I donât hate you, yeah sure Iâm a little hurt still, but I donât and never could hate you. But pads, what did your parents do to you?âÂ
âWhat do you mean? Mother and Father didnât do anythingâ Siriusâs heart rate picked up again
âYou said you âdeserve all the shitâ your parents did, what did they do?â Remus stood up and walked over to Sirius, very slowly and gently putting his hands on his shoulders, Sirius flinched a little but didnât move away.
 âThis is hell, yes.â Sirius mumbled âLiteral hell.âÂ
Remus pulled him to his chest and hugged him, Sirius didnât hug back but, again, didnât pull away he rested his head on Remusâs chest and cried, the kind of crying where it hurts and you want to stop, you but canât.
âRemus I can't take anymore, it hurts, but they donât stop, I have to learn, I have to listen. I am in hell.â
The boys move to Remusâs bed, and they lay down together, Sirius curled on Remusâs chest to listen to his heart beat, and he tells him everything. From his parents abuse, the cellar, when James stopped replying (Which Remus explained that James just kept getting his letters back unopened and they realised it was his Walbaura not giving them to him)
And Remus was right, it did feel better to get it off his chest, and to cry, and for someone to be close to him and not be hurting him, Sirius and Remusâs friendship still had healing to do, as did Siriusâs with the other marauders.
Sirius had calmed down, a new song started playing and he grinned a little âWhy are you smiling?â Remus said into his hair âThis is my favourite songâÂ
âWell, the partyâs going to end in a few hours, why donât we go down? Just for a bit, you can say hi to James and Pete?â
Sirius stiffened âRemus, I donât know if I can do the whole faking smiles and confidence, I donât think I can make small talk, and be at a party, and face people who probably donât want to talk to me, let alone make friends with meâ
Remus smiled comfortingly at him âWe don't have to talk, we don't have to dance, we don't have to smile, we don't have to make friends, we can just stand near the stairs and watch them be drunk idiots? We can come back up here if itâs too muchâ
Sirius thought for a moment âOkâ he got off Remus and headed to the door but he stopped when he was about to open it
âWe donât have to talk, dance, smile or make friends, I promiseâ Remus put his hand on the others shoulder, Sirius nodded opening the door, Remus right next to them, he was just repeating in his mind
âWe don't have to talk, We don't have to dance, We don't have to dance, We don't have to talk, We don't have to talk, We don't have to dance, We don't have to talk, talk, talk, We don't have to dance, We don't have to talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talkâ
But Sirius not only talked to James and Peter, but they all danced together like they did when they were all friends. There was still healing to do but by the end of the night they had all made friends again.
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Issues lol
I got a new phone. An Iphone 8. Also anyone else out there with commitment issues they canât explain? like your parentâs arenât divorced, and you didnât have a toxic past relationship? but relationships scare the hell out of ya?
George Weasley x female! reader
âGo out with me.â George asked. You shake your head at George. âNo. â you said plainly. You gesture at him to leave. âYou ought to be nicer to him.â Hermoine said, from across the table. âI am making him work for it.â you tell her. A smile appeared on your face as Beth sat down next to you. âShe believes that once a man gets what he wants he loses interest.â Beth explained to Hermoine. She frowned, and shook her head. âDo you go out with other guys?â Hermione asked. You shake your head. Hermione really did look confused. âIt is so she can hide the fact that she is scared of commitment.â Beth said, You shrug, you hadnât heard that George ever went out with another girl. Not that the two of you ever talked about the terms of your relationship. You werenât interested in being that girl that had a boyfriend, and were lovey dovey all the time. You went out with George whenever you felt like it. You didnât need to be his girlfriend. It was just casual fun. âSo George could get a girlfriend at any moment, considering the two of you arenât in a relationship.â Hermione said, you shake your head. But, she was right.Â
She had a point, neither of you ever referred to one another as girlfriend or boyfriend, and the casual make out sessions werenât exactly what youâd call being in a relationship. This has been going on since the beginning of the school year, and christmas break was coming up soon. He would go home with his siblings, and youâd go home to London. Every year the seventh, and sixth year students organized a christmas party, and only people from younger years would only be invited by seventh year students. First, second, and the faculty knew nothing about it. You were a fifth year student, and George would probably ask you to come with him. Although this year was tricky because of Umbridge, and you werenât even sure if there was going to be a christmas party.Â
âWill you come with me to the secret christmas party?â he asked. He slid down on the seat beside you in potions. He looked at you with begging eyes. âActually I got asked by someone else.â you told him. You didnât want him to get too close. You realised that you were only comfortable with him when he was just a make out session instead of a boyfriend
âAnd you said yes?â he seemed confused. You nod. âYesâ you tell him. He looked really disappointed, and somewhat hurt. âOw, I assumed youâd come with me.â He said, you give him a smile. âWell, youâre not my boyfriend, are you?â You said, getting up from your chair.Â
At the party you were dancing with Andrew, your date. You were far from interested in him. But, he was a great distraction from Georgeâs glaring eyes. He seemed very angry about you leaving him at the end of potions class. âWant to go make out?â Andrew asked. You look over at George, he was laughing at something Lee said. Thank god, you didnât want to see him at the moment. Yet, you also didnât want to see him hurt. âSo?â Andrew asked. You nod. The two of you make it out to the hallway. Andrew pressed your body against a wall. You didnât like how forceful he was. George was rough but that but you trusted George to not cross any boundaries. You tried to push Andrew away a little. But, it didnât break the kiss. He noticed he crossed the line and kept standing a step away. between the two of you. âGet the fuck away from her.â You hear a familiar voice exclaim. You feel Andrew being pulled away.Â
You open your eyes to see George punching Andrew. One single punch. âWhat the hell Weasley!â Andrew said he was ready to hit George. But, when he looked at you and you shook your head, he showed George his middle finger and left. âWhat the hell is wrong with you?â George asked you. You frown. âWhat the hell is wrong with YOUâ you said loudly. You knew the two of you should keep quiet in case Umbridge got a whiff of it. George pulled you by your wrist to a nearby classroom. There was only one classroom in this part of the castle. The astronomy tower. You were too furious with him to keep quiet up all the way to the top of the stairs. âGeorge seriously. You canât just fucking punch people, youâll get in trouble with Umbridgeâ you snap. He glared at you before looking back at the steps. âI donât care about Umbridge.â He said, he said as he was on the top of the stairs. âWhy are you snogging Andrew Bogsley?â he said, anger radiated from him. âWell, I am a single woman I can do as I pleaseâ you said, he shook his head, and a faint laugh was on his lips. âand I considered you my girlfriend.â he said, you sat down on one of the crates in the room. âI donât do relationshipsâ you tell him. George chuckled. âSo you saidâ he said, he looked hurt. Exactly what you didnât want to do. âI want a relationship with you.â He said, you shake your head. âI canât do that.â you cried out. You feel an overwhelming feeling of sadness washed over you. He shook his head. âI want you and me to work, okay.â he said: âI donât want you to go home, and snog guys over winter break. I want you to come visit me, and I can introduce you to my mum.â not only sadness filled you but also fear. A lot of fear. âI really donât feel comfortable with that George. There is a reason I keep things loose.â you tell him. He sits down on the crate beside you. âWho the hell damaged you?â He asked. He put his hand on your cheek. He didnât say anything more, and tears started to flood your eyes. People you trusted, people that were supposed to be there for you. They all hurted you, and it was all pain. âIâm not going to hurt youâ he said: âI might even love youâ you chuckled. âOh thatâs a word a girl wants to hear. Might!â You laugh sarcastically. âFine you bloody idiot. I love youâ he said, he pressed his lips against yours. âGive me a chance. I know you want to.â He chuckled. A smile appeared on your face, and he was right. You wanted to, you wanted soemthing that you knew wasnât going to work. âYesâ you said,Â
This scared you more than anything in the entire world. You were standing in front of your fireplace with floo powder in your hand. âCall me when you get there.â Your mother said, she was absolutely not a fan of you spending a couple of days at Georgeâs house. She actually wanted to forbid it, but you promised youâd sleep with Ginny. Â
âEâllo dearâ Molly greeted. When you stepped out of their fireplace. She greeted you with a hug, which took you by surprise. George and Fred were standing side by side. Those were the only Weasleys waiting to greet you, as Ron was into town with Hermione and Harry. Ginny was off with friends. âWe fixed you a bed with Ginny and Hermione. Oh we are so glad to have you here.â She said, you just give her an awkward smile. âGood to see you, Freddieâ you teased him. He just scrunched his nose at you. âIâll be watching you.â He said: â if you knock him up. Iâll know where to find you.â You all stared at Fred. Molly was about to say something. âWrong personâ he said, Turning to his brother. âKnock her up and you are dead.â Fred said, you chuckle. George hit his brother in the shoulder. âWe are going to go now.â George said, taking you by your hand. You follow him up the stairs. He showed you Ginnyâs room where two makeshift beds were made. âIf you wake up in the middle of the night. You are more than welcome to come over to my room. You should know that Fred snores.â He said cheekily. He took you outside to the fields that were now empty, and only a couple of trees were to be seen in the distance. He told you how pretty it was in late summer when all the wheat reached higher than the people standing in it. âAre you alright?â He asked before the two of you were supposed to come in for dinner. âYeah-no i think soâ you said, he pecked a kiss on your cheek. The two of you sat down at the crowded dinner table, that was loud and Arthur noticed you. âYou are new arenât you?â He asked you. âDad! This is y/n my girlfriend.â George said, his dad squinted his eyes at his son. âI had no ideaâ he said to himself mostly. It made you feel uncomfortable that George actually referred ro you as his girlfriend. âDad youâd forget your head if it wasnât attached.â Fred said, Molly glared at her sin, and several others were smirking. George pecked a kiss on your cheek, and you wanted to push him away from you. But, you didnât.Â
You didnât see George that evening, actually you were kind of glad to have some girl time. The two of them just wanted to talk about George and you. âI thought you didnât want to be a girlfriend?â Hermione asked. You shrug, putting your hand in the popcorn bowl. The three of you were sitting on Ginnyâs bed, the weird sisters playing in the background. âHe made me change my mindâ you said with a small smile. Ginny leaned her arm against yours. âYou should date one of my brothers that would also make you my sister, âMioneâ Ginny chuckled. Hermioneâs cheeks turned red. âOh stop it Ginnyâ Hermione said. You laugh at the two of them.Â
The three of you didnât sleep till late, you still werenât really asleep when you heard a sound in the hallway. Then George stepped inside the bedroom, you wouldnât have known it was him if he didnât say it was him. âCome with meâ he whispered. You get up from your bed, and follow him. He led you to his bedroom where George was snoring. â George, I can't stay here. I should go to my bed.â You whisper to him. âIâll turn on the alarm, and you can sneak back into your bed.â He said, he patted on the spot next to him in the bed. You hesitated. Fred did snore loudly. You lie down next to him. âSo how are you feeling?â he asked. âstop asking me that all the time.â you chuckle. You stare at the ceiling. âWill you tell me why you feel this way?â he asked. He snuggled his nose close to the crook of your neck. âI just do, Georgie.â you whisper. âI canât help it.â you whisper. You were glad he didnât try to wrap his arms around you too. âI wonât call you my girlfriend anymore. Iâll call you my own personal idiot.â he whispered. You chuckle a little.
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Title: Find Us
Summary: Something very not good happens.
Pairing: Ivar x Reader
Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight
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Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight
You were internally screaming, wondering how the hell you got here. Top less, in a truck with a bloody nosed boy and a cop at the window.
âIâm gonna need you both to step out of the vehicle.â the cop said sternly.
Ivar sighed and rolled down your window.
âHello officer; did you happen to have a jacket or blanket she could use?â he asked politely.
âThe male officer sighed.
âStay here, I already have your plates and itâs stunning how quick I can have every cop car in the city looking for you.â he warned before walking to his car.
âWhat are we gonna do? Shit what is my mom gonna do?â you panicked.
âCalm down. Just be quiet, look totally embarrassed and I can get us out of this.â Ivar whispered, looking at the cop that was coming back.
The cop held up a grey scratchy looking blanket, but considering that the only thing keeping your nipples covered was your arm you werenât too picky.
For a moment all you did was look at the cloth the man offered you, wary that moving too much would expose even more of yourself.
Luckily the officer took pity on you and just dropped it into your lap.
âThank you.â you mumbled, pulling it over you.
Once you were secure in your coverage Ivar opened his door and you followed suit.
You sent a concerned look Ivarâs way, seeing how stiffly he was moving, he was visibly wincing with each step.
âNow that we are all as appropriate as we can be, care to explain why you two are loitering in a closed park.â
âWe are so sorry, itâs just-well we are just, trying toâŚyou know. Take things to the next level in our relationship.â
âIvar!â you gasped.
âWhat?! Am I supposed to lie? Kinda hard to do that when you don't have on a shirt, and Iâm bleeding because we have horrendous coordination.â he argued.
The officer snickered but quickly covered it up with a cough.
âLook, Mr.Ragnarson. I have caught your brothers all over the city in a great many situations, as Iâm sure your brothers can attest to. Do not think being rich will keep you out of trouble, however this is your first incident and everyone has been a teenager. Get outta the park and try hitting third base in a place that isnât public.â he said.
You were so damn red it was amazing you hadnât become a damn tomato.
âKeep the blanket...stay safe.â
âThank you officer we are sorry for wasting your time.â Ivar apologized as the officer got back in his car and drove off.
Immediately you swatted at his arm, repeatedly, almost as hard as you could.
âWhat the hell is your problem?!â
âMy legs are giving out soon so help me get back in the car.â Ivar hissed as he as his knees buckled.
Just before it was too late you managed to catch him, in doing so you nearly hit the ground with him. Thankfully you found your footing and stabilized the both of you, all the while keeping the blanket over your shoulders.
âJesus! Youâre heavyâŚâ you groaned out.
âHow sweet of you to say (Y/N), really Iâm flattered. Can you drag my heavy ass to the car?â
âI can try, but I donât have too much confidence in myself to be honest.â you confessed.
âJust let me put some of my weight on you, I can make it.â he grunted.
You nodded and let Ivar move around a bit, standing a little taller, taking some of his weight off.
Surprisingly enough the two of you moved very well together and got him in the car pretty quickly, all things considered.
âAlright, you ok Ivar?â you asked.
âYeah.â
âGood because I need you in shape...so I can yell at you the entire ride home.â you replied hitting him again.
âStop that!â Ivar pouted.
âWhy did you tell that cop you were trying to cop a feel?!â you hissed.
âI didnât tell him that, I said we were trying to have sex.â
âIvar!â
âDid you want to be taken to the station to sit in a cell and wait for the police to call your mom and tell her what you were doing in my car shirtless?â
âYou are the most annoying person Iâve ever met, and that says something coming from someone with six siblings!â you snapped.
âAre you done?â
â...yes.â
âGood, because I donât think I can make it to my house.â
âExcuse me.â
âMy legs are sick of me, I didnât give my meds time to kick in fully, I didnât eat and itâs making me feel sick.â Ivar said weakly, leaning back in his seat.
âWhat were you doing driving when you felt this bad?â
âHad to see you.â
It felt as if the air had been knocked out of you, Ivar had stupidly driven to meet you through pain you couldnât even comprehend.
Sure youâd had friends before, but you couldnât think of a single one that would even consider doing what Ivar had without any hesitation.
âCan you get to my house in one piece?â
Ivar looked over at you, took a second to shake his head affirmative.
âOK, me casa su casa I guess.â you smiled.
âThanks.â he said.
âYouâre still the worst.â you joked before you ran around the truck to get back in the passenger seat.
Ivar closed his door and started the car.
âMy first slumber party, think weâll get to braid each otherâs hair?â he said weakly.
âFocus on getting us there buddy.â you rolled your eyes playfully.
Ivar drove slowly and carefully, if you hadnât personally witnessed him driving before youâd almost believe he was still a student driver.
Nonetheless, he did make it to your house and he parked safely, without blocking your momâs car.
âGood news is we made it, bad news is my couch is super uncomfortable but my room is upstairs.â
âI can make it.â Ivar assured you.
Deciding to have faith that Ivar knew what he was and wasnât capable of, you held back your urge to ask if he was ok.
You got out and the two of you made your way into the house as quietly as you could, quickly you verified that no one was up on the first floor.
So far so good, your mom would have been waiting for you at the bottom of the staircase if she knew beforehand that you had snuck out.
Just as Ivar said, he made it up the stairs surprisingly quiet for a guy who had just nearly collapsed a few minutes earlier.
Once you two were safely in your room with the door closed, and locked Ivar quite literally fell face forward onto your bed.
You walked over to your desk and cut on the lamp, so that you werenât moving around in nearly complete darkness.
âNow if you donât mind, staying in that exact position while I put on a shirt.â Ivar wordlessly held out a thumbs up.
You pulled a sleep shirt out of your dresser, and just to make you feel a bit better you also put on one of your more comfortable bras.
Finally dressed you begin to fold up the blanket the cop had given you.
âWeâre good.â you announced quietly.
âGood, now where did you want me to sleep?â Ivar asked as he sat up.
âUh uh, first Iâm going to give you something to eat, you said you felt sick right.â
âYou donât have to take care of me.â he declined.
âShut up. You feed me everyday at lunch, let me feed you for once.â you dismissed.
Ivar sighed in defeat and just laid back down.
You went downstairs and made two sandwiches, grabbed the family sized bag of chips that was more than half empty, took two sodas and a pair of bananas from the fridge.
Getting up the stairs and opening your room door proved to be quite the challenge but you prevailed.
With very visible relief you sat down your feast on the bed and took a seat in your office chair, wheeling over to the bedside while Ivar helped himself to one of the bananas.
âThanks.â
âNo issue, after that shit fest I need to stress eat...plus canât have your first sleepover be a complete bust.â
âSo...do you wanna finish talking about-â
âNo, not now. The headache is finally clearing up, plus Iâm not ready to get another nose bleed.â Ivar interrupted.
âWait, so the nose bleed wasnât a side effect of the medicine?â
âNo, neither was the headache. While I wasnât feeling my bubbly self tonight, my head didnât hurt until I tried to remember my dreams.â he explained, finishing his sandwich.
You took a while to think this information ove as Ivar handed you a soda.
âYeah we should definitely not do anything that makes your head hurt, not tonight at least.â you agreed.
The two ate in a comfortable silence, after such an eventful past hour the peace was very much so welcomed.
At last the food had been eaten and the soda cans emptied, so you threw away the trash and did your best to wipe away the crumbs from your covers.
âSo...am I sleeping on the bed?â Ivar asked.
âYes.â you replied like it was obvious.
âAnd you will sleep...where?â
âOn the floor.â
âNo, you sleep in your bed, Iâll take the floor.â he argued.
âI donât think so.â
âIâm not letting you sleep on the floor in your own room.â he said strictly.
âWell Iâm not letting you sleep on my floor either.â you snapped back.
âAlright then sleep on the bed, I wonât do anything if you donât.â Ivar bargained.
âDonât flatter yourself, I definitely wonât do anything other than snore and probably kick you out of bed.â you scoffed.
Ivar rolled his eyes and awkwardly moved around until he could get comfortably under the covers and laid down.
Still partially annoyed, you walked over to the desk and took one of your prescribed sleeping pills and cut off the light.
After a moment of wondering if you were really about to share a bed with your guy friend you assured yourself that the only feelings you had for Ivar were platonic.
With that in mind you got in the bed and got settled in, you still made sure that there was plenty of space between the two of you.
âWonât your mom wonder why Iâm here in the morning?â Ivar asked.
âNo, everyone is going to Sunday morning church service. No one will be coming near my room, not until afternoon service. Benefits of being unable to sleep is getting a lot more opportunities to sleep in.â you answered.
âOK, if youâre sure.â Ivar yawned before turning over.
With Ivar turned around and his breathing already evening out you also succumbed to your own exhaustion and went to sleep in record timing.
But of course you couldnât just enjoy sleeping, not when your apparent past life was dead set on ruining your current life.
You were back in that strange room with the long fire pit, the smell of old leather and barn animals filled the air,
At first you thought it was empty, dreams like that had seemed to be becoming more common recently.
You sighed and turned, thinking you could walk around the area a bit more, maybe find something useful.
Just as you turned around you certainly found something...someone more specifically.
âAh!â you squeaked out in shock as you were met by the eyeless face of the only man you could actively speak to outside of Ivar.
âYou are making progress with the Boneless one.â he said.
âI think I am, but I-we, we have questions and we need them answered.â you replied.
âYou ask the wrong questions.â
âYou havenât even heard my-â
âI know your questions, you want to know why...why doesnât matter. The only thing that matters is that he remembers, he must remember himself in all his glory, and his disgrace. He will deny it, and the memory will hurt him, but he must.â the man said, his voice deep, heavy and grave.
For a moment his words took the very air from your lungs, they made the hair on your arms stand up and you wanted to wake up and leave this behind you; but you couldnât.
âFine, I wonât ask you why, but you will tell me this. What will happen to him once he does remember?â you asked, demanding an answer.
âWhat happens when you remember things?â
You were startled out of your sleep by an iPhone ringtone.
Sluggishly you reached over for your phone that was on the nightstand and looked at it in annoyance but it wasnât ringing.
You felt the bed shift and looked over to see Ivar leaning over to pick up his phone off the floor.
âWhat do you want, Hvitserk?â he answered, his voice deeper than normal.
âIâm out with (Y/N)...shut up you idiot... yeah...Iâll be home for the damn lunch.â Ivar said before hanging up and throwing the phone back down on the floor.
Just as you were about to ask what was going on Ivar rolled around facing you, he placed his arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him.
You were so close to Ivarâs chest that you could hear his heartbeat.
Ivar was most definitely sleeping if the quiet snore was anything to go off of, and you had no clue how you were supposed to deal with this. So you tried to mentally make a to-do list, if only to make it easier for you not to freak out about how you were cuddling with a boy in your bed.
First thing you needed to know was what time it was, then you needed to get the hell out of this bed.
Luckily you hadnât put your phone down, it was still in your hand.
So at a very weird angle you held up your hand and strained your neck to look at the screen.
Eleven fifty four in the morning, a solid six hours of sleep you noted absentmindedly.
Ok, step one went without a hitch, now for the next step.
First you moved his arm that was draped over your waist, and did an awkward little skoot backwards until you were almost completely out of the bed.
âWhere you going?â Ivar asked sleepily.
âUm, out of bed?â
âGet back here...Iâm sleepy.â
âI thought you were a morning person.â you tried.
âNot on days like this.â
âItâs almost noon, my family will be back at like twelve thirty.â you said.
Ivar made a unpleased noise and sat up, he put his feet down then he lightly stomped each foot.
âAt least I can walk now.â he sighed as he stood up.
âSo...you like to cuddle.â you smiled, trying to lighten the mood without talking about his legs.
âRarely, and donât go telling people either.â
âWhy shouldnât I?â
âBecause I could tell everyone you got caught with your twins out last night.â
âIvar!â you shouted.
âIâll be quiet if you will?â he bargained.
âDeal, any...dreams last night?â you asked.
âNo. What about you?â
You nodded.
âAnd I got at least two of our questions answered.â
âWhich two?â
âWell..I know that your nose bleed was because you were remembering. The man with no eyes said the memory would hurt.â
âThe man with no eyes, what else did he say?â Ivar asked.
âI asked what would happen if you did remember.â
âOk...and?â
âHe just said what happens to me when I remember things.â
Ivar squinted his eyes in confusion.
âWhat happens when you remember things?â
âI mean...nothing, I just have that information again I guess, but the information I remember is usually not an entire lifetime of memories.â you said.
âWell, maybe if youâre as lucky as me youâll get to remember your old life too.â he sighed.
âIvar, I know this all really sucksâŚâ
âWere you gonna finish the sentence?â
âNo that was it, this sucks.â
Ivar scoffed, but it quickly became a laugh, a contagious kind it seemed as you were also in stitches.
âCome on, I gotta start getting ready for afternoon service, and I think you have some type of lunch thing with your family.â
âYeah. Iâll call you after.â Ivar promised.
âCool, and not to smother you, but let me know how you are feeling when you get in.â
âFine. I can text you.â
âGood.â
The two of you stood still for a minute.
âOk bye.â Ivar said, actually leaving this time.
You werenât sure why, but something possessed you to look out your window so you could see Ivar get in his car.
And maybe whatever made you come to the window also made Ivar look back up at you.
He smiled and waved, and you returned the favor.
You watched him get in and pull off and you let out a breath that you couldnât for the life of you remember holding; your chest felt tight and your cheeks were hot.
Oh...this was bad.
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Nightfall (CH.15)
Synopsis: Pre-Resident Evil 1, slight-AU/Canon Divergence. Claire Redfield comes home to visit her  brother Chris for the holidays but gets caught up in a dangerous game of  cat and mouse with Albert Wesker, the Captain of STARS, after stumbling  upon dark secrets. She canât call the law; Wesker is the law, and she  canât tell Chris. She is trappedâŚClaire/Wesker & Slight Chris/Jill (Thereâs Wesker & William Bromance too lol). Rated M for smut, language, violence, adult content.
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Chapter 15:Infatuation
Claire was awake when she heard Chris getting ready for work, but she stayed in bed. She didnât join him for breakfast or a cup of coffee. She didnât see him off. She just turned over on her side, away from her door where the hallway light creeped through underneath. She had endured a near sleepless night of tosses and turns, the aches in her muscles a stinging reminder of what she had done.
She mustâve fallen asleep for a couple of hours because she awoke to sunshine peeking through the curtains. The sun was out, reflecting off the snow that blanketed the city. Claire got out of bed and did her usual morning ritual: dressing, brushing her teeth, hopelessly trying to come up with a way to escape her grim situation. Funny how that last one had snuck into her daily routine. Her new normal apparently.
Claire made herself toast and orange juice for breakfast but barely touched it. She tried distracting herself with the newspaper, but there wasnât anything interesting to read in Raccoon Times.
Umbrella Corporation opens new distribution center, creates 600 new jobs
Mayor Warren promises more funding for local orphanage
Kite Bros. expands Downtown travel with new subway tunnel
Clock Tower Plaza puts up traditional Raccoon City Christmas Tree
Even though Chris left her his truck again, she didnât want to go anywhere. Where would she go? See a friend and potentially drag them into her situation? Try and get help from someone else that was under Weskerâs boot or on his payroll? Raccoon City seemed like an illusion now, a cesspool of collusion and extortion. As though the rose-colored glasses she had once viewed the city in were ripped from her eyes to expose all of the red flags and blood she couldnât see before.
Besides, she felt bad for the fight she had with her brother last night. Despite Chris overstepping boundaries with his overprotective nature, he was just concerned for her. He knew she was hiding something and was worried. The Redfield siblings only had each other, for nearly nine years now. Chris had sacrificed time and time again for her, to make sure they could stay together, to make sure she could go to college, always making sure she had what she needed over himself. Even when Chrisâs behavior got him discharged more than once, he always put her first.
He knew she could take care of herself. He made sure he taught her all he could. Most brothers were protective of their sisters, but Claire wondered if Chrisâs...excessiveness was perhaps a form of PTSD from what happened to their parents. Stepping into that guardian role, he went right into the Air Force, just like their parents. He abandoned a normal future to ensure hers, to keep them together, and to somehow get closer to the parents they had lost.
That was why it was hard to stay mad at him. Even if this time he unmindfully didnât know the danger he was putting them in with his good, albeit intemperate, intentions.
Claire decided she would apologize when Chris got home that evening. And so, she spent the day trying to be productive, to keep her mind from wandering. She studied for a while, and then cleaned the house for a bit, blasting Queen at high volume. However, no matter what she did, she couldnât keep herself from thinking about not only her situation, but the man that now had her literally pinned under him. She worried what his next scheme for her would be. But sheâd be lying to herself if she denied the excitement that also thrummed through her veins. The strange mix made her queasy.
By the time it started getting dark, Claire realized she had wasted most of her day deep in thought, trying to make sense of it all, plotting for a way out, and maybe spending more time than sheâd care to admit thinking about what happened between her and Wesker.
Chris would be home soon, so she started dinner. While cooking, she turned on the television to keep her mind focused, but after a few channel changes, a local news station caught her attention with a caption that filled her lungs with ice.
âRaccoon University professor missing, linked to drugging and sexual assault of multiple students.â
Claire turned up the volume, perturbed, because she just knew which professor they were talking aboutâŚ
â-ow long has this been going on, Alyssa?â asked the anchor.
The news reporter, a pretty, bob-cut blonde, was quick to answer while standing out in the cold in front of Raccoon University, wearing a white coat and a red suit. âIâm being told this may have been happening for over a year now. The RPD are keeping the victimsâ identities under wraps at this time, but I do know there are at least four. Dr. Simon Lowery has been missing for a little over 24 hours, having fled after trying to drug a female student at the open house last night. We have yet to get a statement from his wife, but police are saying she had no idea of his behavior. Weâve heard the same testimonies from colleagues. This is one of those -â
Claire clicked the remote. The TV went black, silent. She stared at the screen, a shocked reflection looking back at her. The news story rubbed her wrong. Lowery was a bad man, she knew that much. He wouldâve killed her over those documents, wouldâve strangled her in the snow when they fought to keep her quiet over stealing whatever it was she had stolen. But not once did she get the feeling he was like that.
Sheâd bet money that the news story over Lowery was made up to cover up what really happened. She wasnât sure if Wesker came up with the story or if it was any of his numerous pawns. Didnât matter. It proved what she already knew, just like the other day when the news covered that Finley guyâs supposed âsuicideâ in his car. Just as Wesker had told her before, their fates were whatever he decided. Not just their deaths but their legacies, tainting and twisting them, dismantling and disgracing them, like a true god of death.
The city would never know what really happened to Finley and Lowery, whether they deserved their fates or not.
Claire shook out of her thoughts, a chill running over her as she recalled Finleyâs head exploding, blood spraying all over the snow. Why had fate led her down that very same path that day?
A smoky, tangy smell pervaded her nostrils. Dinner was burning! Cursing, she raced into the kitchen to save it. The pork chops were burned on one side but other than that, the rest of dinner turned out okay.
Chris came in not long after she had finished cooking, silently walking over to her spot on the couch as she read a book. The couch shifted when he sat down, and so she looked up from the pages. Still in STARS uniform, her older brother scratched the back of his head, uncomfortable but presenting her an apologetic smile. It was hard to stay mad at him with a puppy-dog face like that.
âHeyâŚâ
âHey,â she mimicked.
âIâm sorry, Sis. About last night. I clearly went overboard. Itâs been eating at me all day.â
âChris, itâs -â
âLet me finish,â he pleaded. âI know youâre an adult. I know you can kick anyoneâs ass. Iâm overprotective because of what happened to Mom and Dad.â
She sighed. âI know.â
âBut thatâs no excuse to act the way I did. I trust you, Claire. And I believe in you. But I get so...obsessed with making sure youâre safe and-and fine that my stupid brain canât see anything else! I let it get the better of me too much. So, from now on, Iâll work hard to keep myself from going overboard and to trust you more. N-Not that I havenât trusted you! Youâve never given me a reason to doubt you. Itâs stupid of me to act like you have. Weâve always had that unspoken pact that we can tell each other anything and it will always stand.â
Claire shifted uncomfortably in her spot. âA-Always.â
âI love you, Sis. Iâm really sorry.â
The Redfield siblings were both stubborn and proud, and so sometimes it was Chris who apologized first and sometimes it was Claire. Although Chris usually gave in before she did. Despite that, this was still pretty soon for Chris to give in, as big as a fight they had. Claire wondered if something happened at work that made Chris come to his senses faster. Maybe Jill talked to him? Wouldnât be the first time. She was her brotherâs best friend, after all.
She decided it wasnât important for now. She had been ready to apologize to her brother when he got home, and here he was apologizing as well. She was ready to put the whole fight behind them and move on...as best as she could in her predicament anyway. At least Chris had seemingly given up pushing her for answers. What a lucky break! Jill mustâve really lined him out.
Claire hugged Chris. âIâm sorry too, Bro. Love you!â
His strong arms wrapped around her and squeezed hard. For years growing up, it had been the safest feeling in the world. She always cherished it. Soon they pulled away, and got up to eat dinner.
William paced, flipping through pages, catching important details and logging them away at a rate far faster than the average person. Wesker leaned against the wall, dressed in his STARS attire, watching him pace a trench in front of him. Always calm, always collected. How did he do it?!
The cable car shuddered, flicking the light overhead as it rose to the surface. He hated taking this hunk of junk! Normally, he didnât have to, but they were meeting Irons in the sewers. Perfect place to find the slimy rat.
âNo! Goddamn it, no! Why? They said Sheena Island was strictly testing and experimentation! That old bastard is moving my Hunter research there without my consent, and now the Tyrants? Mass production on a prototype? Even if they perfect the Epsilon strain, itâs nowhere near ready for cloning!â
âAre you truly all that surprised?â Wesker asked.
âNo, I justâŚâ William sighed. âItâs shit like this that tells me Spencer has no plans to put me on the executive board! If I donât get in there, weâll never be able to fulfill our plans! And thereâs no way in hell Iâm bartering the G-Virus for that spot. Itâs my legacy, mine to completely control. Heâll have to pry it from my cold, dead fingers!â
âBest not tempt fate, old friend.â
âYeah, yeah.â
âAt any rate, your tantrum is premature. With those numbers, the Sheena Island facility wonât be operable for any kind of mass production until August at the earliest. The research team on the Epsilon strain knows that the T-002 will be obsolete by the time it is finished. More than likely a new model is being developed and that will be the one they intend to manufacture. We have time to take this knowledge and use it to our advantage later.â
Birkin snorted. Lately Alâs âoptimismâ gave him anxiety. "Donât you think we have our fingers in too many pies already? And toes at this rate. Weâre wearing ourselves thin, Al. With too many enemies waiting for us to screw up.â
It was a reasonable concern. Sheena Islandâs true motives were still mostly top-secret for now, going by this information sent by Alex. Roth mustâve bought this information from this other cohort of his, and was probably trying to haggle deals with Mueller, Lowery, and Bard. As well as Crawford and Finley. William made a mental note to thank Alex for this later. Wesker may have been a member of the Umbrella Intelligence Division as well, but he meticulously watched his dealings, aware of Spencerâs tabs on him. Alex didnât have this problem, and so was their go-to source of anything they werenât privy to.
His partner scowled. âThat is such an absurd idiom. Regardless, we are committed at this point. Roth still has our stolen data and the plans for Sheena Island directly affects our goals. You admitted it yourself.â
The cable car shook and screeched, sliding to a halt. The light above the door turned green, and the robotic female voice told them to watch their step and have a good day. No, he would certainly not have a good day! He was having to deal with this and was about to meet a big rat in a stinky sewer. Didnât the stupid voice know that? How insensitive!
âYeah, I know. Guess we better be careful how we handle this.â
Wesker and William exited the cable car and walked side by side through the sewer facility. There werenât many workers, but they all gave them a wide berth, keeping their heads down.
Wesker chuckled to himself, but William heard it over the water pumps and machinery.
âWhatâs so funny?â
âJust acknowledging that your prolonged bout of paranoia has made us change places. Iâm usually the one telling you we need to be careful.â
They were both ruthless and ambitious, but Wesker had more patience and control. And although his back-and-forth stints of paranoia did make him more cautious, Will still hadnât developed the patience or control that his partner had always had.
If only you knew why...what heâs making me doâŚ
William frowned, rubbing his shoulder and quickly cleared his throat. âWell, no wonder you're so optimistic lately, taking after me. Like a little ball of sunshine!"
His partner didnât respond to that, and William hoped it wasnât because he had caught his nervous tic. In case he did, he quickly changed the subject. âSo, did you get the kind of reaction out of Ada you were expecting?â
âMore or less. Iâm still annoyed by how you handled it though.â
âLook, you asked me to bring Claire up in a way to get a reaction from Ada to see if your suspicions were right and I did just that! Youâre welcome, by the way!â
They reached the monitor room where they were meeting with Chief Irons. William entered first, and the Chief immediately noticed him, an Umbrella mercenary on each side of him. His pudgy eyes squinted testily and he opened his mouth to start his usual complaining. That is, until Wesker entered right behind him. His mouth quickly snapped shut. Ah, the benefits of having Al around!
Irons glanced around the room, his usual air of arrogance belittled and squashed like a bug. But there was nowhere to run in this room, nothing to protect him. He was at their mercy, but the tough-as-nails Irons wouldnât be one to break so easily.
He half-laughed, half-snorted, attempting to cover his discomfort. âNow this must be a special occasion if you're both here. Rumor has it when you two are together, someone's going to die...or wish they would."
"Well, funny thing about rumors, Brian," William smirked. "Thereâs always some truth to them."
It was fun seeing the color drain from his face only to completely flush red like a cherry. He glared their way, fists forming tightly at his sides. "Oh yeah? And how exactly am I on you two assholes' shit list today? Considering all I do is cover your goddamn tracks and provide you with security all hours of every fucking day. Wait, don't tell me, you two have a rehearsed good cop, bad cop routine just for me?" He laughed. "No thanks."
Will nudged Albert. "Damn it, he guessed it! Wait, am I bad cop this time? I forget?"
"I'm always bad cop."
"No fair! We should take turns!"
Irons rolled his eyes, crossing his arms. "Just get to the point of why I'm here. If we're negotiating new deals, it's a bad time. I'm a busy man, after all."
"Funny you should mention that, Chief," Wesker sneered. "We're done negotiating with you."
The Umbrella mercs pulled their guns on the Chief. Irons froze on the spot, eyes bulging and going to the trained weapons, and this time he turned a bit green.
âListen, Albert...letâs not get too hasty. Letâs talk like gentlemen. I-Iâm sure we can come to an agreement.â
His resolve was cracking slowly, but William wouldnât count the bastard out just yet. Irons had grown complacent in his position, taking advantage of anything he could get his grubby hands on. William and Wesker had allowed much of this behavior to slide in the knowledge that Irons would eventually get himself into a bind. And thatâs where he was now.
âOf course, Brian. I am a sophisticated man, after all. Take a seat.â
The Chief of Police looked relieved at that and pulled out a chair and sat down. The Umbrella mercenaries stood at his back, guns still aimed to the back of his head. William and Albert sat down across from him.
William slid a sealed yellow envelope across the table to Irons. âOpen it and take a good, hard look, Brian.â
Irons wiped his mustache, a little sweat forming on his brow. He slowly opened the envelope and sifted through the contents. Each page he flipped through he grew a shade whiter, until he was pasty like a ghost.
âWhat the fuck is this?â
William leaned back in his chair, hands behind his head. âOh, I donât know. You tell us.â
Irons trembled in his chair, both from anger and fear. He flushed again, one fat fist crinkling a page and he quickly stood. âYou fucking bastards!â
One mercâs gun barrel pressed into Ironsâ skull and he quickly remembered his place. He slowly sat down. He sure was sweating a lot now!
âYou put yourself in this situation, Brian,â Wesker stated. âYou know I keep tabs on you and yet you got sloppy. Arrogant, too, thinking youâd be able to set me up.â
âYour sick fantasies with the mayorâs daughter will be released to the public. Your replacement has already been chosen. You will die,â William continued.
âNo! No, please! We can come to an agreement!â
âThere are no more agreements to come to, Brian,â Wesker growled. âJust two choices. You can die like William so eloquently stated or you can sell the remainder of your pathetic soul to our cause.â
And unsurprisingly, the Chief went with the option that kept his sorry ass alive. âDeal! You got it!â
âAnd just so weâre clear. That -â William motioned to the envelope. â- never goes away. This is your last chance. Next time...well...there wonât be a next time. Just you dead and your dirty secrets exposed for all to see. Never forget how replaceable you are, Brian.â
Irons slowly nodded, guarded. âAnd exactly what are you two going to want me to do for your âcauseâ?â
âYou will still perform your normal duties for Umbrella, and only report to me,â Wesker explained. âBut if William and I tell you to do something, you do it. Even if it goes against your orders from Umbrella.â
âFine.â
âWilliam will be taking over as your handler. You should thank him. It was my intention to kill you tonight and he convinced me otherwise. If he asks you to perform in the circus, I expect you to clap your flippers and balance that ball without any disinclination. Do I make myself clear?â
Irons ground his jaw and stiffly nodded. âYou always do, Albert.â
William sat up a little straighter, a haughty grin spreading. Albertâs protectiveness of him always gave him a feeling of empowerment, feeding his ego, and made a darker part of himself more bold, more ambitious.
âDonât worry, Brian,â Will said with a fake, friendly smile. âYou do a good job and stay on my good side, I always pay really well, way more than Al does.â He added a postscript after seeing the Chiefâs interested grin. âGet on my bad side, however, and youâll be my newest experiment...just ask Lowery.â
The Police Chiefâs relief was short-lived. The mention of Loweryâs name struck something in him. He scowled, stiffening once more, looking between the two partners in crime.
âSo you two were behind what happened at the university?â
âOh yes,â William bragged. âWhich is partly how we found out about your little attempt to set up Albert.â
âWhich brings us to our next order of business, Brian,â Albert added. âWho was with you when you met up with Aaron Roth?â
Irons shook his head, hands on the table, still aware of the guns at his back. âLook, Lowery and Bard paid me to keep their business dealings hush-hush. I think they were trying to coerce Mueller into selling key information on his project in exchange for getting some crucial research going down on some island.â
Will sighed. âDonât make Al repeat himself, ya idiot.â He snapped his fingers. âHis name? Who is he?â
âS-Some bigshot from Europe who works on this island. Heâs partners with Roth, buying and selling research within Umbrella and other companies. Goes by Stefan Bennett, but I couldnât tell you if thatâs his real name or not.â
When Will glanced at Al, a subtle flex in his shoulder was all he needed to read him. Bennett wasn't anyone known to them.
"Where are they hiding out?"
Irons shrugged. "Don't know. I'm only being paid for their meetings. Bennett will be at Bardâs annual Christmas party. I don't know if Roth will be there. He acted like he had other plans."
Like selling my research, the bastard...
"Then I suppose a meeting with Nathaniel Bard is in order," Wesker announced, sunglasses glinting under the fluorescents as he looked to William with a dark grin.
William returned his partner's smirk. "Yeah...It's party time."
(photo by IsmaelUchihaSan)
It was the perfect day for Jill to be off, or not have her shift until the evening anyway. Late morning, while Chris was stuck at the RPD, the girls enjoyed a light brunch and lattes at a quaint coffee shop before doing some last minute Christmas shopping.
Claire always enjoyed hanging out with the older woman. They had a lot in common and Claire was always learning something new with her company. She often found herself wondering if her oaf of a brother would ever romantically ask Jill out. It seemed like everyone could see it but them. Then again, perhaps they didnât pursue their feelings because of their careers. Claire didnât know the policies of STARS, but there might be restrictions there.
The two of them picked up Claireâs gift she had bought for Chris and took it over to Jillâs house. The box was tall and rectangular, about the size of a small adult. Though bulky, it wasnât as heavy as it looked, and with each of them on one end, was able to carry it easily into the home.
They were greeted by Jillâs overly affectionate golden retriever, Bella. Claire flopped onto the floor to properly greet the fluffy, blond dog. Jill giggled at the sight.
âHell of a guard dog, ainât she?â Jill joked. âSheâll lick you to death.â
Better than getting my throat ripped out by Weskerâs dogâŚ
Claire pushed aside that unpleasant memory and stood back up. Hard to believe that was only a few days ago. Her hand was already a lot better, but her ankle still hurt like a bitch.
They carried the box into Jillâs other bedroom that doubled as an office and home gym. The STARS Alpha memberâs house was a three bedroom, two bath. She assumed the third bedroom was a guest room, but Claire wasnât sure. Chrisâs house was a bit bigger, with three bathrooms. They had their own in their bedrooms and then the guest bathroom in the hallway.
âThanks for keeping this here for a bit, Jill.â
âNo problem. I guess my home is the popular choice to hide gifts. Chris has yours here as well. Iâm just waiting for Barry to ask to keep the girlsâ gifts here, as if they donât have enough space in that big house of theirs.â
âWell, you know how Moira is. She gets into everything. They canât hide any gifts from her! Sheâs gonna be a handful as a teenager!â
They laughed and returned to the living room, Bella trailing behind them. Jill fetched them some water and the girls took a load off on the sofas.
âThe punching bag was a good thought,â Jill declared. âI know Chris has been wanting one.â
Claire nodded, smiling as she watched Bella carry around her favorite plush duck toy. âYeah. Heâs been really wanting to start bulking up more. Although when we were playing on his guitar last night, I realized he needs a new toolkit for it. So I might have to go pick up one of those as well.â
âOh yeah, I forgot you play too. Why havenât I got to see you play yet? Iâve watched Chris lots of times.â
Claire shrugged. âI guess we just never think about it when I'm visiting.â The Redfield siblings didnât mind playing guitar in front of others, but they cherished playing together, reciting notes and melodies their father had played for them when they were young. âChris told me you played piano? I need to see that!â
Claire didnât get the piano at all. That was entirely different from the guitar.
Jill softly laughed. âYeah. Itâs ingrained from childhood. Had the meanest instructor ever. Chris jokes that playing the piano wonât ever do me any good, and suggests I learn something else.â
âHeâs just jealous,â Claire joked.
Jill laughed at that. âHe totally is. You know, Iâm happy you two reconciled so quickly. Chris can be so stubborn sometimes.â
âHe can be, but Iâm not one to talk. Whatever you said to him, it mustâve worked. So thank you for that. I know heâs just trying to look out for me, but it gets old. Iâm an adult and can take care of myself.â
The older woman furrowed her brows and shook her head. âIt wasnât me.â
âHuh? It wasnât?â
âNo, it was the Captain.â
Her heart flipped, twisting her lungs to where she choked on air before she could take a drink of her water. It took all in Claireâs power to keep a straight face and feign something catching in her throat. âIâm sorry?â
âThe fight you two had upset Chris a lot, affected his performance when we were doing some training. I guess Wesker picked up on it. Apparently, they took a long lunch together, and the Captain helped Chris get his head straight. At least, thatâs what Chris told me later.â
Claire was completely freaked out by that information but hid it, wiping her suddenly clammy hands on her pants. She drank half of her water in one gulp and squeezed the bottle so hard it crumpled in the middle.
âO-Oh, I figured it was you.â
âNot this time,â Jill answered. âBut it wasnât without a lack of trying. He just didnât listen. Not until he had gone too far anyway, the ass. At least Wesker got through to him.â
âYeahâŚâ she cleared her throat and stood up. âWell, I should get going. I donât want to take up all of your free time and I have some studying to do. Thanks for helping me pick that up and letting me hide it here.â
It was partially true. Claire didnât want to take up all of Jillâs day off before she had to go in for night shift. But mostly the recent news had unsettled her and she needed to gather her thoughts on the matter.
Jill smiled, nodding as she patted Bella on the head as the retrieverâs big brown eyes stared up at Claire with that duck still in her mouth, tail thumping hard on the hardwood floor.
âNo problem, Claire.â
âStay safe tonight, Jill.â
âYouâre not on the schedule...again.â
Ada sighed, crossing her arms and looking at the guard like he was stupid. He was. âI know that. But that wonât matter. William will still see me.â
The guard shifted uncomfortably, studying her suspiciously and then glancing at his list again. âDr. Birkin is an extremely busy man. Heâs been doing important tests all day and asked me to not allow anyone but Mrs. Dr. Birkin and Dr. Wesker entry. Iâm sorry, maâam.â
âIâm here on behalf of Albert. Heâs busy at the police department currently. Just give him a ring and youâll see.â
The guard hesitated, thinking and unsure. Clearly, he was scared to disturb his boss in the middle of his important work.
Ada smiled flirtatiously at him. âCâmon, Johnny. Help a girl out? Itâs important.â She winked.
Johnny sighed. âOh, alright.â He put a hand to his headset. âDr. Birkin? Iâm sorry to bother you, but Ms. Wong insists on seeing you. She says sheâs here on behalf of Dr. Wesker.â
The spy didnât miss how the camera up in the corner of the hallway turned down their way, aiming the attached machine gun right on their faces, blinking red light a far deadlier version of Candid Camera.
âYes, sir. I understand. Will do,â Johnny said into his headpiece. He nodded at Ada and stepped aside. âYou may enter. But please, keep it short. He has much to do.â
Ada waved him off. âThanks, Johnny.â
She went through the automatic door, was sprayed down again, and strolled through the large, multi-room laboratory. She turned a corner, saw bright yellow and outstretched arms, and, on reflex, kicked the thing away from her.
âOw!â came a muffled voice.
âWill, you idiot. Donât sneak up on me like that,â Ada snapped.
The mad scientist pulled the hazmat suitâs helmet off, waddling over to the nearby safety station to strip it off and hang it up.
âI think thatâs the closest Iâve ever gotten to scaring you!â William laughed.
Ada crossed her arms, glaring at him. âYou didnât scare me. You didnât even startle me. You mildly annoyed me.â
âUgh, you sound like Al. One day I will scare him. Itâs on my bucket list. It might get me killed, but imma do it!â
The spy shook her head. âI donât know about you sometimes.â
Birkin seemed extra...quirky today. He had an extra bounce in his step, grinning, humming as he left the safety station to his main desk. Thatâs when Ada noticed numerous empty energy drink cans and half a cup of cold, forgotten black coffee.
âHow many of these have you had?â He did kind of look like one of those zombies Ada had seen being dissected in the Arklay lab, pale skin and dark circles under his eyes.
âUhhâŚâ he pondered, counting on his fingers as he twitched and quivered restlessly. âFive? I think?â He flopped down in his chair, shifting it side to side.
Ada leaned against his desk, glancing at the disorganized paperwork strewn about. Her sharp eyes caught many interesting and familiar things: G-Virus, Plant 43, Hunter Beta, Cerberus, NE-Alpha parasite, Lisa Trevor, T-Virus Epsilon. Then her eyes caught the interesting things that she had only seen once and was curious to find out more, now with associated words that intrigued her further: Prototype Virus, Project W, eugenics research, Progenitor, Ndipaya.
She had only a few seconds of absorbing these words before William snatched up the two papers that had anything on it. She watched him open his safe and put them inside, only accessible with a scan of his hand.
Ada acted like none of it interested her. âFive, huh? And how long have you been up, exactly? You look like shit. You smell like shit.â
William lifted his shirt and smelled. âI donât know, when did Al and I go talk with Irons?"
âThat was yesterday morning.â
âOh...shit. Well, itâs been over 24 hours then.â
âI can tell.â
âSo, howâd it go with Mueller?â
âAs well as youâd expect. Iâve already relayed the info to Albert. Mueller wonât be a problem. In fact, heâs willing to help if it gets rid of Roth. I guess he feels scammed by the trade.â
William smirked, still swiveling slightly side to side in his chair. âI bet he does. Well, with Lowery no longer having a tongue and Irons and Bard put in their places, looks like we might be able to wrap this up by Christmas!â
Ada rapped her nails on the desk, frowning. âAlbert told me the plan. Look, between you and me, I gotta ask...whatâs the deal with him and Claire?â
Will chuckled. âWhatâs wrong? You jealous?â
âIn your dreams. Itâs just that...I mean, I donât know the girl,â she lied. âBut I thought he was just using her to get to Roth. Why have a fling with her? He doesnât do that...at least not with just anyone.â
âYou sure are a curious little kitty,â William half-joked, half-warned, leaning back in his chair. âWhat are you hoping to use this knowledge for?â
Ugh, she hated when he was an asshole. Then again, he was protecting Albert and so she shouldâve known better. The spy sighed. âFine. Iâm just a little worried about Claire, alright? Can you blame me?â
She knew how Wesker worked. Claire was in way over her head. Didnât matter how smart and strong she was. Despite being his type, she was still different than most and he did seem to have some kind of soft spot for her. And that is what both bothered and intrigued Ada.
âItâs not like you to worry about others like that. And I can blame you, actually. You got yourself tangled with Al. Thatâs on you.â
Ada bit her tongue. This wasnât about her. âAnd poor Claire got tangled out of her control. Câmon, Will. Iâve helped you two a lot recently. Throw me a bone here. I deserve something in return.â
Will kept a straight face, thinking it over. Ada glared at him. Finally, the Golgotha creator grinned widely and leaned forward. Ada recognized the child-like delight, and knew he was about to spill the beans.
âAlright, alright! I think he has feelings for her.â
Ada laughed skeptically. âWhatever, Will! Tell me for real.â
She had to admit, she had thought something similar a few days ago when she spied Wesker nearly pinning Claire against his car. But she soon dismissed it. He definitely liked her and was attracted to herâŚbut had feelings for her?! That was a little hard to believe.
âI do! He is obsessed, Iâm telling you. The girl wouldâve been dead a long time now had it been anyone else. Heâs given her more chances than Iâve ever seen. He had the chance to pop her brother in the back without anyone knowing and didnât do it! I donât think he knows it himself, or he purposely keeps himself in denial, but...thereâs something about her.â
Ada frowned, thinking it over. William had a point. All of Claireâs stunts to try and fight Albert should have ended with her dead a long time ago. And how her brother had been getting suspicious and snooping around, well, it should have ended the same with him by now.
âYou think she reminds him of Anezka?â Ada asked.
Was that her name? Ada couldnât really remember. She wasnât around back then and had only heard all the different stories when she came here a couple of years ago.
âNah...I mean theyâre both redheads and feisty, but I donât think thatâs it. Anna jilted him, and besides being a little touchy over it, heâs moved on.â
âIs that really what happened?â
William shrugged. âI guess? No one really knows...not even Al.â
Ada wished she had been a fly on that wall when Anezka was still around. So many rumors and gossip about what happened. She practically disappeared, as though she was only a dream. But Albert remembered...resentfully. Ada knew him well enough that it wasnât just his ego that got hurt. He actually had cared for her, and he hated that he did.
âWell, Albertâs given Claire all these chances to let her live. You think he will let her go when Roth is dealt with, as he has promised her?â
William scowled, leaning back in his chair. âWhat do you think?â
The double agent had no idea why, but her heart sank a little. As if she was hoping for something she knew better of. And here she thought her line of work had snuffed out all remaining optimism in her life.
âHe wonât kill her. I guarantee it,â William boasted. âAs obsessed and possessive he already is of her, sheâs stuck. There will be conditions he gives her. Iâm sure you know what those would be.â
âYou sound happy about that,â Ada pointed out.
He shrugged, but the slight upcurve of his lips gave him away. âI like the girl. Sherry adores her. Sheâs proven to be quite resourceful and clever. Sheâll be handy to have around. Besides, if Al actually has feelings for her, I gotta see where it goes! The geneticist in me really hopes he knocks her up.â
It may have sounded like a dark joke, but Ada knew the lunatic genius was dead serious. âIâm really disturbed by how obsessed you are with your best friendâs love and sex life.â
âIâm just looking out for him!â
Ada would never understand Wesker and Williamâs relationship. One of lifeâs greatest mysteries. But what was also another mystery still was why Wesker had feelings for Claire.
Was she the next Anezka?
She parked right down the road. It was already nearly dark, but at least the temperature hadnât dropped too much. Claire stuck to the recently salted sidewalks, hands stuffed in her parka. Her heart pounded in her throat, and her mind raced with what he could want this time.
Wesker called her while she was waiting for Chris to get off work, summoning her to his house for an âimportant discussionâ. She was anxious for two reasons. One, the last time she saw Wesker just a couple nights ago, they had sex. And two, after learning from Jill that Wesker was the one who dealt with Chris, she wasnât sure what that meant for her or her brother.
She was queasy, butterflies in her stomach, but she wasnât about to lose her cool. More than anything, she feared her body would betray her once more, a dark excitement coursing through her blood.
Upon reaching Weskerâs house, Claire spotted a vehicle she didnât recognize in his driveway. She didnât get too close to it, but it looked like a ruby-colored Porsche Boxster. She didnât know whether to be relieved or not about not being alone with the STARS Captain, but she took a deep breath and rang the doorbell anyway.
After a minute of silence, anticipation eating at her, the door opened. Her heart skipped when those familiar grey-blue eyes and dark smirk greeted her. Her stomach twisted, but Claire couldnât tell whether it was from disgust or excitement.
âGood evening, Claire,â he purred. He stepped aside to allow her entry. âPlease do come in. I donât want you catching a cold.â
She rolled her eyes and stepped inside. âThanks.â
He shut the door while she looked around. Odin padded over and sniffed her, docked tail wagging slightly. But she didnât see anyone who couldâve owned the car outside.
Weskerâs hands brushed up her back. The bad thing was Claire realized she didnât blench this time. No, this time she shivered in pleasure. She inwardly scolded herself as he took her coat off to hang by the door.
âWe have much to discuss, dear heart,â he said, one muscular arm locking around her waist and pulling her deeper inside the house.
Thatâs when the younger Redfield saw a familiar face come into the living room from the kitchen, carrying a full glass of red wine. She nearly blurted Adaâs name, surprised, but quickly bit her tongue, hiding any reaction. Wesker didnât know that she and Ada had already met personally. And it needed to stay that way.
âI sure hope you werenât saving that malbec wine for a special occasion, Albert. I helped myself,â Ada said. When her eyes landed on Claire, she was the perfect actress. There was no recognition, no subtle signs given to Claire. âIs this her?â
âThe one and only,â Wesker affirmed.
Ada took a long sip of her wine and sat it down on a coaster on the center table before walking over to them. Wesker stepped away while the double agent looked Claire over, one arm crossed and one hand on her chin as she thought. She walked around Claire and even grabbed her arms and lifted them and spun her around.
âHmm...Yes, I can definitely work with this.â
âWhat the hell does that mean?â Claire grumbled. Ada spun her around again and grabbed at her hair. âHey! Whatâs the big idea?!â
âHold still, hun.â
Ada withdrew a tailor tape measurer. She measured Claireâs waist, chest, and height, even her arms and legs. Afterwards, she yanked Claireâs ponytail out and felt through her tresses.
âWhat are you doing?â Claire snapped.
âTaking measurements,â Ada replied. âTrying to figure out what to do with your hair.â
âWhy?â
âIâll explain later,â Wesker stated. His Doberman sat at his side, head cocked curiously as Ada got handsy with her measurements.
âOkay, finished,â Ada announced, rolling up her tape and putting it in her pocket. She retrieved her wine and took another drink. âIâll have something ready by tomorrow.â
âWhat ready?â Claire demanded. âWhatâs going on?â
Weskerâs lips barely curled upward. âOh, where are my manners? Claire, this is an associate of mine, Ada Wong. She originally was to pick you up at the university. Ada, you know Claire, Iâve told you all about her.â
The Eurasian beauty dipped her head. âCharmed.â Still completely in character, although Claire now saw something subtle in her eyes as she stared at Claire. Perhaps a warning? Or just acknowledgement?
âYou too...I guess,â Claire said.
Wesker chuckled, catching their attention. âYou do not have to pretend to be strangers on my account, ladies. I know youâre well acquainted.â
Claire ground her jaw, glaring at him. Ada didnât even flinch, expressionless. Taking another sip of her wine, she shrugged.
âCanât pull the wool over your eyes, can I Albert?â
âOh come now, Ada, donât be that way,â Wesker teased. He obviously sensed something from her that Claire didnât. He stepped around the agentâs back and, besides her tensing barely, she didnât look disconcerted. âYou knew the risks when you decided to meet Claire behind my back.â
Ada didnât say anything to that. Weskerâs dark grin grew a bit more.
âIâm quite curious of your intentions. Youâre not the jealous type. And youâre not one to have concern for others. So why so curious about Claire? I know this has nothing to do with what Sergei asked of you.â
Jealous type? Claire glanced between them, not sure what kind of undertones she was reading here. She was missing something, thatâs for sure. She could only infer that Wesker was gauging Ada for something.
âI was just curious what you saw in her, I guess,â Ada dismissed calmly.
Cool under pressure. Just like the man testing her.
âAnd did you figure it out?â
Adaâs eyes locked with Claireâs. âI think so.â
Weskerâs soft chuckle told them he didnât believe her one bit. âYou and William should give up trying to find something that isnât there.â
Ada didnât have to say anything. Her smile told it all. She was pleased somehow, as though she read deeper into Weskerâs words somehow. Claire wished she would tell her the secret. And also shake this weird feeling in her chest.
âAm I going to get filled in here on why she needed to take my measurements?â Claire grumbled.
âYes, my apologies,â Wesker admitted, his full attention on her now, and the younger woman regretted saying anything. âAda, you may go now. Iâll fill Claire inâŚâ He smirked.
Oh god. Did he just� Her stomach pitched and rolled. She knew what would happen once Ada left them alone. In his house. It was an instant body verses mind battle.
Ada shrugged and walked away. Claire never wanted someone to stay and leave all at once before. But the Eurasian woman plopped down on one of the leather sofas instead, resuming drinking her wine. Odin left his masterâs side to plant himself in front of her, as if expecting Ada to give him attention now that she was sitting down. Claire released a breath she didnât know she was holding.
Wesker scowled. âOrâŚmake yourself at home.â
âI will,â Ada answered nonchalantly. âIâm not about to let this delicious wine go to waste.â She made a show of swishing the red liquid around in her glass. The wine complimented her burgundy fingernails.
Claire caught the agentâs honey brown eyes as she looked right at her while sipping from her lipstick-stained glass, a coded message for her. Youâre welcomeâŚ
Claire swallowed mixed feelings and glared at the STARS Captain. âSo what exactly are you making me do this time?â
âRelax dear heart, itâs nothing youâre a stranger to. Weâre going to attend a party.â
His stereotypical college girl jab aside, it sounded easy enough. But Claire knew better. Whatever kind of party it was, with Wesker involved, there would be danger, deception, and death at every angleâŚ
Claire stared at the mirror, stunned. She wasnât one to get dressed up, not this fancy anyway. Her red-brown hair was pulled up into messy curls with a few tresses hanging around her face. She had more make-up on than what she was used to. The jade-colored halter dress complimented her hair, eyes, and heels. She was only in the shoes for less than half an hour and her feet were already cramping. How did women wear these things all day?
The two assistants Ada had helping her with Claire were finally finished and departed from the big, spotless, and up-to-date bathroom. They were in Weskerâs living quarters in NEST. The younger Redfield tried not to think about what happened the last time she was here. Wesker and William awaited them in the very same room where she and Wesker fornicated, only having arrived a bit ago while Claire was still being made over.
Ada looked her over one last time, one final judgment for approval. Claire didnât say anything. She really wanted out of this bathroom, but at the same time, she wasnât ready for the next step.
Apparently, the crooked STARS Captain had meticulously planned tonight. Chris and Jill were working graveyard shifts while he was off and Claire had to tell her brother that she might would have to stay the night at Williamâs house babysitting Sherry if her parents had to work all night. All the chess pieces were in place so far. Bardâs Christmas party would last well into the night, and depending on how it played out, they might be there awhile. She could only hope nothing went wrong and would get to return home tonight.
âYouâre a beautiful woman, Claire. Thereâs no doubt about that,â Ada said finally.
âT-Thanks.â She wasnât expecting a compliment from the older woman.
She looked in the mirror again, distracted. This was a little too much for her, but she had to blend in with the other guests at the party.
âI wonât be surprised if Albert takes you home with him tonight after the party.â
Claire blushed, taken off guard, a near panic in her chest only broken by blood rushing like electricity through her veins. She turned to the double agent, holding her breath. Ada sounded so sure as she looked Claire over. As if she knew something the younger Redfield didnât. Surely, Ada didnât knowâŚ
âI know what happened between you two,â Ada admitted, reading her mind.
âHe,â Claire started to blame her captor, but stopped. Could she honestly say it knowing she had decided to do it? Wesker may have manipulated her into wanting to, but she still chose it all her own, no matter how much she wanted to deny it.
âHe what?â
She shook her head. ââŚNothing.â
âI told you he always gets what he wants, didnât I? Heâll make you want it, too. That tongue of his is far more deadly than any weapon he has on him. You have no idea how way in over your head you are, Claire.â
The college student glared at the Eurasian beauty. Was she serious right now?! âYouâve got it all wrong! It was just a one time fling. And as far as the rest of my situation goes, I think Iâve been doing pretty damn good considering!â
Ada sighed. âYouâre clever, strong, and resourceful. Youâve handled yourself impressively this past week, but thatâs partly why Albertâs so infatuated with you.â
Claire frowned, not sure what to say to that.
âAlbertâs hardwired to manipulate and take advantage of anyone and anything he can. You give him an inch and heâll hook his claws so deep in you, thereâs no escape. You gave him way more than that.â
âSo what? Iâm trapped forever now? Is that what youâre saying?â Dread seized in her chest.
Ada looked to the door, as if suddenly paranoid Wesker and William could be listening in and slightly lowered her voice. âI donât know. LookâŚyes, heâs using you to take care of Roth in exchange for your freedom, but William and I suspect that Albert may have developedâŚâ
âWhat?â Claire urged when the agent trailed off.
Ada quickly shook her head, frowning. âNever mind. JustâŚkeep your head. Do what you must to get Roth where Albert wants him for you and your brotherâs freedom. Albertâs got a soft spot for you, heâll likely keep his word if youâre good. As far as this affair is concerned, I cannot help you. Thatâs your business. My only advice is that you be careful.â
Soft spot? Where the hell was she getting that? There was nothing soft about that man. Then again, she and William, two people who knew Wesker best, kept saying that, so it had to be true to some degree.
Claire wanted to tell Ada that there wasnât an âaffairâ. It was a one time slip up, a mistake, it wouldnât happen ever again. But she couldnât even believe herself, so there was no way she would convince the double agent.
âOkâŚthank you, Ada. For everything.â
Ada exhaled through a small frown. âDonât thank me just yetâŚâ She turned, walking for the door and motioning for the younger Redfield to follow her. âCâmon, we have a party to get to.â
Claire inhaled deeply, gathering herself, and followed her out of the bathroom. They came into the den, where Wesker and William sat across from each other on the leather sofas talking. They were dressed in posh black suits. Claire berated herself for goggling Wesker. The bastard was so damn attractive anyway, but that suit was hot! She couldnât believe how much it actually affected her seeing him in that outfit.
The men noticed them and stood up, but their eyes immediately went to Claire. She suddently felt exposed. Williamâs jaw dropped and he ogled too. The smirk that slowly grew on Weskerâs face as he took off his sunglasses to look Claire over was wicked. More so, it was hungry. He popped Williamâs mouth shut without taking his eyes off of Claire and closed in like a predator about to sink its teeth into its coveted prey. His eyes entrapped her, an instant, breath-taking spell, and then she was hungry too, felt it spreading through every inch of her body like wildfire.
Ada was rightâŚWesker would be taking her home with him tonight. And nothing was going to stop him.
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Breath Control Chapter One
soooo tumblr for some reason deleted the masterlist and first three chapters of this fanfic... so Iâm awkwardly reposting them. lol. sorry about this.
but please feel free to read this:)Â
i barely even remember what this is about... but i think itâs sort of a modern retelling of ACOMAF... Feyre and Rhysand are competitive swimmers in college. enjoy.Â
ONE
The music sounded like it had been blaring for hours by the time Tamlin and I walked into the ramshackle college-student house. Hosted by Helion, this Halloween party was sure to be over the top. Possibly dangerous. Definitely fun.
I adjusted my sheet. I knew Tamlin would have preferred me to wear something a little sexier to the swim team Halloween party, but I hadnât been able to bring myself to do it. I didnât feel like having eyes on me. I wanted to drink, get drunk, and go home with Tamlin. Limited social interaction. The ghost costume--a simple sheet with eye holes very poorly cut into it--was the perfect way to blend in.Â
I also had lingerie on underneath the leggings and loose t-shirt I was wearing beneath the sheet. The incentive I had used to convince Tamlin to stop teasing me about wearing a slutty nurse outfit instead of the enormous sheet.Â
Hopefully he would be too drunk later tonight for me to need to show the lingerie to him. I wasnât in the mood. Hadnât been for a while.Â
He held the door open for me, pushing me by my ass through the doorway and into swim team chaos.Â
Music blaring, very drunk swimmers everywhere, I was instantly grateful for my sheet. People were all over each other already--swimcest, we called it. That was what you partook in when you kissed/made out with/slept with one of your team members. A favorite pastime of most swim teams across the country, and one I apparently had no qualms about engaging in--with Tamlin.Â
I made a beeline for the kitchen, not checking to make sure Tamlin followed. He would probably get handed a beer somewhere along the way and wouldnât come to find me until he was drunk enough to want to make out. Yay.
I grabbed the nearest alcoholic beverage I could find--a handle of vodka--and pulled a sprite out of the fridge. I dumped the two together into a very large cup, slipped it under my sheet, and slipped back through the crowd into the living room to keep an eye on Tamlin. Taking up a spot on the couch, I started sucking down my drink and praying that nobody would want to socialize with me. I didnât think I had the energy or enthusiasm to carry on a conversation right now. Or ever.Â
One hour and several drinks later, I ran out of the vodka-orange juice I had been switched to drinking. I was growing tired of watching Tamlin play beer pong and grow steadily drunker in the center of the living room, and so far Iâd been fine curled up on the couch, drinking and staring at my phone. I was about to venture back through the crowd to find more alcohol when a guy and a girl from the middle distance group collapsed onto the couch, nearly falling directly on top of me. I lunged to the side, now pressed up into the arm of the couch. I identified the two (extremely drunk) swimmers as Amren and Cassian--and they were definitely making out. Like, intensely.Â
I knew those two were pretty close, part of a clique on the team that I was not a member of nor had any interest in joining. Them making out probably didnât mean anything. Honestly, nothing that happens between swimmers at a party means anything. I did wish they didnât have to do it so uncomfortably close to me. I squeezed past them and headed back toward the kitchen, definitely feeling way past tipsy now. I didnât want to think about all the vodka I had had in the past hour.Â
A shock of cold air. Someone had torn my sheet off and I felt suddenly exposed to the whole room in my t-shirt and leggings. âTamlin! What the hell?â
âHey Feyre.â He was slurring. Very drunk already. Great. âWhyâd you wear a sheet? You look so pretty underneath it.â
I knew I was blushing, and I knew everyone within five feet of us could hear everything that was going on. I clenched my jaw at the feeling of their eyes on my back. âTamlin, can I have my sheet back? Please.â I gritted out.Â
âI like you better like this,â he said, and pulling me close by my hips, he pressed his lips to mine in what was not the best kiss Iâd ever experienced, to say the least. He was sweaty, and his breath smelled like beer, and this was a very public kiss. I was certain everyone was watching.Â
As a swimmer, I was pretty strong. But Tamlin was also a swimmer, and trying to pull free of him was no small feat. And by now I realized that I was not only tipsy, but extremely drunk. I twisted around, his grip on my hips starting to hurt before he let go of me, too drunk to really pursue anything right now. Thank God. I could feel the entire roomâs eyes on us. I gave up the sheet as a lost cause and fled as fast as I could, snatching a beer from the fridge and tripping over my own feet as I blundered out the back door of the house. It was kind of chilly out, so the backyard was empty as I laid eyes on a folding table around the corner. College guys. Their furniture choices made no sense--they had a table and no chairs. Â
Stumbling a little, I took a seat on the edge of the table and pulled my feet up. I cracked open the beer. I was not going to cry. Nothing had really happened. Except for my boyfriend stealing my costume, announcing to the party that I looked better exposed, and forcing himself on me while I struggled and no one did anything to help. Tamlin was the king of the swim team-- a captain, the cool guy, and extremely fast. He may not be the fastest, but he was definitely the most popular. Crossing him meant an intense bout of hazing or a team-wide shun.
I jumped, beer sloshing onto my lap a little. The screen door banged open and then shut around the corner.Â
âFeyre?â A vaguely familiar voice issued into the night. I tried to stay very quiet in the hopes that the person would leave me alone, but then he appeared.Â
Rhysand Night. A junior. Smart, tall, and incredibly ripped. Fast in the water. A mystery to most of us on the team. Clad in all black, I wasnât really sure if he was in any sort of costume. His black hair fell haphazardly across his gorgeous face--I chided myself for noticing his beauty while I was with Tamlin. But it was true. He was beautiful. And in his hand. . .Â
My sheet.
âIâm really sorry to bother you. . . Iâm sure you want to be alone. But I found this in the living room and I thought I would return it.â He took a few steps closer and I had to blink a couple times to keep the world steady. I really was quite drunk.
âThanks,â I managed, and took it, trying to pull it over my legs but fumbling it and my beer. My feet got caught in the sheet as I drew it up and then I was falling off the table. Â
I dropped the beer and blindly stretched out my arms as I slid forward off the edge. I barely had time to worry about landing face first in the mudâ
Warm hands grasped my shoulders and settled me on my feet. Reflexively, I grabbed his elbows and steadied myself.
Quite drunk, indeed.
âUh. . . Are you okay?â I dragged my gaze upward. Swallowed.Â
Tears filled my eyes. Shit. I was never getting this drunk again. Ever.Â
âFine, ssso fine,â I slurred, then realized I was still grasping his elbows. I recoiled as though he was suddenly hot to the touch. âThanks for the sheet.â And then I raced back inside.
Only to be greeted by the sight of Tamlin, beer in one hand--and Ianthe in the other.Â
They sat on the couch directly across from the back door. Or rather, he sat on the couch, and she sat squarely on his lap. They were making out so intensely that it was hard to tell whose hands and face were whose. Â
I blinked a couple times, making sure this wasnât some kind of drunk hallucination. Â
It wasnât. Â
I stood there, frozen, unsure of what to do or where to go. My phone was with Tamlinâs stuff, and I couldnât very well drive myself. All I knew was that I had to get out of there--immediately.
Then Tamlin opened his eyes and saw me. Standing there. Watching them. I couldnât tell if the world was spinning because of how high my blood alcohol content was or because the love of my life was making out with someone who was supposed to be my friend. In front of everyone.
âFeyre--â He made to stand, Ianthe falling off his lap to the side and glaring at me. Ianthe, my training partner, my roommate--glaring at me.Â
âNo,â I said, much too loudly from the looks of all the swimmers surrounding us. And it felt like I was ripping my heart out as I forced the words out. âItâs over, Tamlin. So over. Go back to--whatever it is youâre doing.âÂ
And I fled back the way I had come, out the door and directly into the extremely muscular body of Rhys. I prayed that Tamlin didnât try to follow me.Â
Rhysâs hands gripped my shoulders again and this time I couldnât hold my tears back. I exploded into very loud, very drunken sobs as he guided me back to the table I had just fallen off. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew all this was terribly wrong. Tamlin and Rhys had some sort of history that I had never been able to figure out. Tamlin hated him. My boyfriend--ex-boyfriend, now, I thought with no small amount of sadness--was ten feet away, in the arms of my closest friend on the team. And I was outside, crying in front of a teammate I barely knew. A teammate barely anyone on the team knew.Â
Ah, the boundaries that can be crossed while intoxicated.
Rhysâs smooth voice broke into my thoughts and I wondered how long Iâd been sitting there crying while he sat next to me, a respectable distance away. Probably too long. But he was still there. âCan I get you anything? Water, maybe?â
I shook my head. âNo, no. I think Iâm just going to walk back to my neighborhood.â I jumped to my feet, then swayed.Â
Rhys grabbed my elbow, gently, though. âI am not letting you walk home. Are any of your friends designated drivers tonight? Do they have an Uber account?âÂ
The only two friends I had really made on the team--Tamlin and Ianthe--were definitely out of the question. âNo. And my phone is in there. . . and I have no way to get home.â Shit.
Rhys guided me back onto the table. âStay here. Iâll be right back.âÂ
After a few minutes of his absence, I remembered what had just happened and my tears reemerged in full force. And then after another few minutes, they intensified as I became certain that Rhys was not coming back. Iâd have to get home, inebriated beyond belief, by myself. I edged off the table and had gone all of two steps before the screen door banged open again. âDid you think I was just going to abandon you out here?âÂ
âUh. . .âÂ
He raised his brows, and I noticed how incredibly sad his eyes looked. He blinked and it was gone. I shook my head--my drunk ass was making shit up. âCan I drive you home? I promise Iâm sober. Iâm DD for my friends tonight. They arenât planning on leaving for another hour, so I can drop you off somewhere safe before then.âÂ
Iâd already weighed the options in the time heâd been gone. My only option was accepting his offer. Unless I wanted to venture back inside and destroy the scrap of dignity I had left by asking Tamlin where my phone was or begging Ianthe to get me an Uber home. âYeah. Thank you.âÂ
He nodded. âI found your phone.â He handed it to me, then told me to follow him around the house before I could ask how he had gotten it. I made it all of five steps before I tripped over a huge crack in the sidewalk. Rhys was there instantly, his arm sliding around my waist. I looked up at him. His jaw was clenched, eyes directly ahead. âNot much farther,â he said quietly as he led me down the sidewalk and out to the street. He ushered me into the passenger side of a black SUV, his arm retracting from around my waist as though I was now the one who was hot to the touch.Â
I slumped in the seat. My tears had dried. I was transitioning into a state of shock and trying to sober up as quickly as possible. I didnât think Rhys would try anything⌠But my faith in males right now had dropped considerably lower tonight. Rhys jumped into the driverâs seat and started the car. âYou live in Astrid Oaks, right? The townhouses near downtown?â I nodded, my eyes closed and my head leaned against the headrest.Â
After a few minutes of silence, Rhys blew out a long breath. âDo you. . . want to talk about it?âÂ
I was sobering up a little bit by now. âNo. Yes. UmâŚâ
âItâs okay. I was just asking.âÂ
âItâs just that. . .â
And then it all spilled out, along with fresh tears. âHe told me he loved me. Every day for the past year. I have changed my life for him. Put up with his endless partying, his flirting, him being entitled to everything and everyone on the swim team. His big head. Him treating his best friend like shit.â Some of the things flying out of my mouth were annoyances I had never allowed myself to acknowledge concerning my relationship with Tamlin. âAnd Iâve barely made any friends on this team because Iâve been so wrapped up by him since my freshman year, and he just cheated on me with Ianthe, who of course is perfect, in front of half the team. And I live with her. Fuck.â I had been blind. So blind.Â
I slumped back into my seat. Then I realized what I had just said--to the one guy Tamlin hated the most on the team.Â
âSorry. . . Can you forget I just said all that?âÂ
Rhys nodded, his eyes fixed firmly on the road in front of him. After a while, though, he said, âDonât freak out because I have totally already forgotten everything you said to me. But for what itâs worth. . . Everything you said to me. . . You deserve better.â
And that was that. Â
Rhys walked me to my door, finding the spare key hidden under the mat and letting me into my own house. I turned to thank him and then gagged. I was going to puke. I spun on my feet and rushed for the half bathroom down the hall. I barely made it to the bathroom before I emptied the contents of my stomach into the toilet. Again. And again. And again.Â
Warm hands pulled my hair away from my face as I leaned over the toilet. Upon reevaluation, it looked like that last scrap of dignity was long gone by now. Lucky me.Â
When I finally felt stable enough to sit up straight, his hands removed themselves from my hair. I couldnât face him. Who was this guy? Iâd only ever heard the worst things from Tamlin about him. . . But I barely knew Rhys, and now he was retrieving my phone from the beyond, driving me home, and holding my hair back while I threw up. Listening to me rant uncontrollably about all my problems. He probably had some sort of agenda that I wasnât picking up on. He didnât seem to be trying to take advantage of me though.Â
Using the toilet seat to stand, I flushed the toilet and turned to find the bathroom empty. I padded into the kitchen. I found Rhys halfway across the floor, a cup of water in hand. âHere. Iâve been there too. Too many times. Sip some of this.â
This wasnât the first time Iâd drunk myself into oblivion and sickness, but I thanked him and sipped the water as we stood there in the dark kitchen, neither of us saying a thing. He was probably just staying there to make sure I didnât pass out or something. Â
âAre you going to be okay?â He asked. âSeriously. Thereâs no one I can call for you?â
I placed my cup in the sink, my back to him. I was sober enough by now to realize that Rhys had done enough for me tonight. For forever. He had already made a lot of sacrifices--for reasons unbeknownst to me--tonight. All for me. It was time for him to leave. âRhys. Iâll be fine. I think Iâm done puking. Iâve embarrassed myself enough for tonight and donât think I can stand another minute of it. I promise. Iâm going straight to bed after this.â
I turned and found him already on the other side of the kitchen, hands in his pockets, his beautiful face half in shadow. âOkay. I put my number in your phone, so if you think youâre going to suddenly die of alcohol poisoning or something, call me. It wonât be a bother.â
I nodded, somehow even more shocked at his kindness. He turned to go, and I said, so quietly that I wasnât sure heâd hear, âI canât thank you enough for. . . everything.â
He smiled. âIt was no trouble at all. What are teammates for?âÂ
I stared at him as he left the kitchen. Heard the front door open and close. Â
Teammates, indeed. It seemed as though I knew a lot less about some of my teammates than I thought I did.
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First steps, first hurdles.
Characters: Azuma, Mai (OC)
A/N: this is the first one-shot for my A3! oc Mai and how she and Azuma got close after a stroke of (bad) luck. Iâll probably write more about her relations with the guys sheâs closest to but youâre also welcomed to ask more about her if you want to lol If you didnât see it, her introduction is right here
âI didnât peg you for a cook,â Mai blurted out, breaking the silence.
Azuma breathed out a laugh, hands busy chopping vegetables in a clearly practiced manner.
âI may be not as good as Omi, but I know how to make some basic things,â he clarified, turning his head and throwing a smile her way.
She smiled back but her hands gave away her slight nervous energy as her fingers tapped at the wood, caressing the surface as one would the keys of a piano.
âAre you sure you donât want any help?â she couldnât help but ask once again.
âMy, are you that scared of my cooking?â he cocked his head; and even though she could see the mirth in his eyes and hear the teasing tilt to his voice, she was quick to shake her head.
âNo no! Itâs just that I feel kinda guilty,â she clarified. âI mean, youâve already helped me so much and we could just have ordered some take out⌠â Mai hated that she could feel her voice dying out and the heat in her cheeks, but she couldnât help it. She felt like she had already burdened him more than enough.Â
Azuma let out another short laugh as he shook his head. âNonsense,â he refuted. âHomemade food is always better for when youâre sick.âÂ
âIâm not sick, though.â She raised a single eyebrow.
He gestured with a wave of his hand to her ankle which now rested on a pillow on the chair next to hers. âSick, hurt, same difference.â He slowly started adding the chopped vegetables to the broth that was simmering on the stove. âThe point is, you need to take it easy and I donât mind doing this for you.â
âOkay, okay, you win.â She raised her palms up in surrender and, in return, he smiled in self-satisfaction.
Mai was still a bit unsure but nevertheless kept her word and let him do his thing.Â
As she looked at him move about in her kitchen, owning the space with his presence as she suspected he did everywhere he went, Mai couldnât help but shake her head in disbelief. If you had told her that this was how her day was going to end when she woke up that morning, she wouldnât have believed you. From her running late from a meeting, to her tripping on a small loose pebble and twisting her ankle, to Azuma seeing her by chance and accompanying her to the hospital and then to her house, all of it almost seemed unreal. All these little coincidences amounted to her current predicament and she almost wanted to laugh.Â
Even as they made small talk while he cooked and then talked a bit more during dinner, a small part of her still felt dazed. However, as time passed, the drumming of her fingers came to a halt and her words started to flow more naturally. He must have taken note of that because he was quick to up the teasing remarks she had come to associate with him once again. She knew that he was clearly amused by the embarrassment the soft dusting of pink on her cheeks betrayed, but it didnât bother her as much as she thought it would or even as much as it had when she had first met him.
Yuki had spoken very highly of Azuma and that had caught her attention in and of itself since the number of adults Yuki genuinely respected wasnât very high. But it was everything that had taken place today what had truly made her see the man in a different light. His teasing was harmless fun, or at least that was what she wanted and was willing to believe. So as the night progressed, she allowed herself to enjoy the company of who she hoped was a new friend.
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Mai sighed and finally put down her phone.Â
âEverything okay?â Azuma questioned, picking up the weariness in her tone.
âYeah, just finished sending an email to my boss and to two students I had to tutor tomorrow,â she replied, intertwining her fingers and stretching her arms above her head. âThankfully, I didnât have a class scheduled tomorrow and I can just ask the two boys to have the lesson online.â
As Azuma lifted his eyes from the soapy dishes he was washing, he could see her grabbing what he assumed to be a planner and then scribbling down some notes.
âNot a momentâs rest, hmm?â he mused.
She didnât look up nor stopped writing to answer. âI donât know about that; sometimes youâve just gotta get things done.â
Azuma hummed at that, his eyes once again focused on the dishes as he rinsed the two glasses they had used. He recalled something Yuki had once said one time she had dropped him off at the dorms and had to leave immediately for an appointment:Â
âSheâs always like this.â The teen rolled his eyes but Azuma could see the slight concern hidden in his gaze. âGoing full throttle for everyone and everything.â
âThat is true,â he agreed after a pause and added, âbut sometimes you also need to step back and make sure youâre taking care of yourself.â
The sound of pen against paper subsided for a moment but when he turned to stare at her, he noticed that her head was still lowered. Her hair, which usually neatly framed her features, now worked almost like a long green curtain, obscuring half of her face to him. The silence stretched just a bit on the side of too long to make him realize that he had most likely touched a sensitive topic. He opened his mouth, ready to apologize for overstepping; however, she beat him to the punch.Â
âYeah, well, sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do before doing all that relaxing, right?â she laughed, short and quick, still not looking up, and went back to her notes.
Azuma wanted to pry more but he knew a wall when he saw one. That laugh wasnât the full, happy giggles he had seen her share with Yuki or even Tsumugi and Izumi, nor it was the sort of flustered ones she had exhibited around him because of the comments he tended to make. No, that laugh rang hollow and it implicitly marked the conversation as over.
He had more to say but he also didnât want to make her uncomfortable, not after the unexpected progress they had made today, with her finally smiling in a relaxed manner around him.
He hadnât personally met Mai many times and in most of those instances they were joined by other people, usually Yuki or Tsumugi and a few of the other members of the troupe. She had been very pleasant and polite (and easy to fluster) but each encounter left him feeling like there was something there that divided them and now he was seeing what that was. A kind of wall, invisible to all but her unless you tried getting to close. He didnât know exactly the reason behind it, it would be foolish to even presume to understand with how little they knew each other.Â
However, as someone who had a lot of experience pushing people away, he knew that he also couldnât just let this conversation end like this. So after drying his hands he returned to the table and sat down in front of her once again.Â
âSo,â he started. âYour schedule says anything about letting yourself enjoy a face mask?â
At that, she stopped writing once again but this time she actually looked up at him, surprise clear on her face.
Bingo, he thought to himself, pleased at being able to elicit a different response.
âA face mask,â he repeated. âBeing Yukiâs cousin I wouldnât dare to believe that he would let you walk around without making you take proper care of your skin,â he said, recalling the young boyâs habits and hoping that his assumption was right.
âUm,â she blinked rapidly, still caught off guard. âI do have some but I tend to forget to use them.â
He rested his chin on the heel of his palm, tilting his head slightly and making a small strand of hair caress his cheek. âWell, you arenât busy right now, right?â
âIâm, Iâm not but-â
âItâs been an eventful day,â he gently interjected. âThatâs more than enough excuse to pamper yourself a little, if you ask me.â
He could see her unsure look so he added: âMy face should be proof enough of my judgment on this matter, donât you think~?â He had said in a slightly joking way but just as he expected he saw a small blush appear on the tops of her cheeks as her eyes darted around his face.Â
When his smile widened, she quickly looked away. He worried about having chosen the wrong approach as the seconds passed but after mulling it over, she let out a sigh and finally looked back up at him.
âI guess it wouldnât hurt right now.â He could still see a tiny bit of hesitation in her gaze but the small smile she was sending his way showed him that they had recovered from that bump they had tripped over before.
So, with a clap of his hands and asking her to direct her to where the supplies were, they continued with their night.
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đ- heyy:) iâm a gryffindor(she/her), iâm bi, i really like reading, playing guitar, hanging out with my friends, watching movies/tv shows... i consider myself a very creative person and very energetic(?), iâm always up to do something and i love exploring new things and going on adventures! thank u!! and congrats on ur 300 followers iâm so happy for youuu
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warnings: none, just fluff?? this one is kinda big oopsie, this isn't reviewed bc im lazy, english is not my first language, so I'm sorry for any mistakes!
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I ship you with... Harry Potter!
you and Harry have quite a taste for getting in trouble
not really getting in trouble, just going on adventures and ending up getting in trouble
its as if you two had a magnetic for trouble inside of you
and that was how you actually met
you grew up hearing about the boy who lived
and how he defeated you-know-who when he was just a one year old baby
and how he brought peace and safety to the wizard world
it was impossible not to know who Harry Potter was
in your first year, the only thing you could hear about on the train were rumors that Harry was entering Hogwarts this year
and everyone was like mERLIN'S BEARD!!! ITS HARRY POTTER!!
and a lot of people were not so discretely pointing at the dark haired boy
or better, at his scar
the oh so famous scar
and you could cleary see how uncomfortable he was with all the sudden attention he was getting
so you decided to let him breath instead of observe his every more just like almost everyone was doing
anyways
you got sorted into Gryffindor!!
and you were so happy bc almost your whole family was from that house
and it was just so exciting!!!
Harry was a Gryffindor too and although you were housemates, you didn't really talk to each other
though you always knew what happened to him bc the news at Hogwarts spread faster than anything
ok so you officially met each other in potions detention:D
you didn't really do anything but Snape just doesn't like Gryffindors
or kids
or people in general
so you had to go to the dungeons after dinner
and when you entered the classroom, you actually thought you were in a regular class bc there were a lot of students?????
you recognized some familiar faces like Neville Longbottom, Seamus Finnigan, the Weasley Twins, Lee Jordan and Harry Potter and two Ravenclaw girls
you suppressed a laugh when you walked past Snape and saw his expression
and then you sat down on the only available place: right by Harry's side
you two made some small talks every now and then and quietly laughed at Snape
and after that night you two became friends :D
the next morning when you were having breakfast at the Great Hall
Harry shyly approached you and you two started talking
qne then he introduced you to his best friends: Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger
you befriended them too yay
okay
so you and Harry always hang out together sometimes
and after a year or two of you two just spending time together
Harry started realising that his feelings for you weren't platonic anymore, he saw you as 'something else'
and he got really awkward (yeah, more than he already is)
and you immediately noticed it bc like???? the boy could barely stay in the same room as you without looking like a tomato and saying the most random things ever???
and you tried to convince yourself it was just something random like puberty idk
because you may or may not had feelings for the awkward boy too
but you didn't want to think about it because you didn't want to feed your hopes bc c'mon
it's Harry Potter, the boy who lived, the youngest seeker of the century
why would he want someone like you?
bc you're amazing and you're the sweetest and a fantastic person who deserves all the love in the world pls don't doubt yourself
and Ron and Mione were so done with you and Harry being so oblivious
so they set up a plan to get you two to confess to each other
it worked and you're now dating :D
Harry always supports you, no matter what
but he wouldn't want you to get involved in the adventures he gets himself into bc they're too dangerous and he would never want you to get hurt especially bc of him :(
he loves it when you read to him while you cuddle in the common room (hes the small spoon and thats it thats a canon)
he also adores to watch you play guitar because omg you're amazing
he always listens to whatever you're talkinf about with a silly smile on his face
because you talk about it with such admiration and with such a beautiful, wide smile that it makes his heart beat like crazy
he's very shy and whenever you held his hand or kissed his cheeks/lips he would be like ohmygODSJDBDOSJDJSKSHDKDLSJDKD inside
which is adorable :((
this little bean is head over heels for you
you two always go on adventures together
and sometimes walk around the castle at night just to have some fun
Filch once almost caught you two lol
and you are the cutest couple in Hogwarts
ugh Harry is so sweet
this got enormous????? sorry kzkdjdkdk
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I ship you with... James Potter!
you and James boy are the Hogwarts' troublemaker coupleâ˘
and everyone knows you two
because you and the boys are always pulling pranks and getting detention
Filch hates you lol
ok so you two actually went on your first because of a sily bet you made to see who pulled the best prank:
if you won, he would do all your homework for a few weeks
and if he won, you'd go on a date with him
guess who won :D
you accepted it as a joke
not really expecting it to turn into something else
but turns out you had a great time together!!
it was a Hogsmead trip so you went to almost every shop there
and he bought you a lot of candies despite you telling him he didn't need to
anyways
after that date, you both agreed on going out together more times
just to see what could happen
and it went perfectly fine
so you started dating :D
you are the cheesiest couple Hogwarts has ever seen
he loves pda
he's always holding your hand, hugging you or kissing you
no matter where you are
James is a very sweet and caring boyfriend
and he always supports you and your decisions
and he would never
i said never
pressure you to do something you don't want to or that you're uncomfortable with
he's a gentleman and wants you to be comfortable around him
you and the boys always hang out together bc you are bestiesâ˘
you and James use his invisibility cloak to sneak into the kitchen in the middle of the night
or to go to the Astronomy Tower for a midnight date
you're always cheering for him during quiddich games
and you proudly scream at everyone around you that that boy with messy dark hair amd wearing glasses flying right up there was you boyfriend
because you're so proud of him:(
he loves it when you read to him
because your voice is so angelic and every word that leaves your mouth is like a song to him
he loves it when you play guitar because you're so talented and he thinks you're so perfect
and he's so in love with you
he'd do anything to make sure you're happy and alright
and he always makes sure that you're getting the right amount of food and sleep that you need
he always tells you jokes because you laugh so hard at them
and your laugh is the most beautiful and precious thing he's ever witnessed
James would do anything for you
i'm not even joking
the little shit would throw himself from the Astronomy tower if you ever asked him to
he gladly never did it because you're not crazy to tell the kid to literally kill himself right plis dont do it
anywAys
James Potter is the best boyfriend someone could ask for
change my mind about itđ
i think I'll stop here
it got way much shorter than Harry's bc i got a little too excited while writing it but yeah whatever jsjskdjdkd
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