#if i actually wore my hair like this in public. or if then instead of being ‘my face’ it’d be just another

[etchetceteraart]

Every time I’m not alone I wear my hair pushed forward in bangs because of my prominent forehead. It makes me look very different from when I have my hair pushed back, which I only do when I’m completely alone, looking in the mirror. So this attempted self-portrait is (if I do say so myself) extremely accurate—well, aside from the colors—and yet I have no doubt that if I showed it to anyone I know they wouldn’t realize it’s supposed to be me.

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"But bestie... He's so hot..." "BRO THATS MY COUSIN" Lee Know x F! reader

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Genre: smut (A LOT OF IT), fluff, romance (I literally do not know what else genre this shit is please forgive me my exams are coming 😭)

Synopsis: You and your best friend Lee Yuna, both fresh college graduates, go to a beach house that you thought was owned by her uncle. To your surprise it was actually owned by her "snobby" cousin who was to spend the entire month long summer break with you girls. And that isn't the only surprise you'll get... You're in for more ❤️

Warning: use of 'toys', fingering, public sex, pool sex, spanking, mentions of degradation/praise kink (yes both because I'm kinky), soft bdsm, kitten-master Kink, unprotected sex, oral (both M and F receiving), mentions of pregnancy (if you squint)

A/N: Hey guuyyysss~ im back finally lol~ I had so much of writing done but the og post got deleted for some damn reason. Anyways~ I'm on a mission to make it kinkier and smuttier lmao~

Also if you see any typos or mistakes... No you didn't.

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"eekk!! Im so excited for this!! I've never been to a beach house before... Im gonna faint!!" You squealed getting the things out of the car after Yuna had parked it in the garage. "Girl I know! Uncle is so generous to let us have his beach house ALL TO OURSELVES NO LESS!!" Yuna squealed along.

Both of you cheered at the thought of the thrill that laid in front of you. Amidst all the chaotic joy, a voice broke you both out of your fantasies, "Damn why are you girls so fucking loud?? There's people here!" A mascular voice yelled out, seemingly frustrated.

You were still at the back of the car so you couldn't see the man's face. All you got was that the dude had a hot as fuck voice. "Minho oppa?? What are you doing here??" Yuna yelled back.

Minho oppa? Does she mean the Minho oppa she always grumbles about? The very snobby music nerd? You peeked through the car bunker and your jaw nearly dropped to the floor.

"Snobby??? YOU BITCH!! WHICH PART OF THIS MAN IS SNOBBY????" You thought to yourself. The man wore a white tank top and black shorts with beach slippers. His hair was dark brown and fuzzy. FUCKING GORGEOUS! Your heart pounded in your chest. You've never seen a man this beautiful before.

You found your face getting hotter. You were sure it was as red as a tomato. "Y/n!!!" Yuna yelled next to your ear making you flinch and almost tripping. "What the fuck, Yuna?! Why would you yell in my ear?!" "Well maybe if you responded to me when I called you I wouldn't have yelled?!" "jee okay calm down! Now what's going on? Can someone tell me?!"

You looked around, the man aka Minho was chuckling while Yuna rolled her eyes and sighed, visibly frustrated. The guy helped you girls with your million bags and seated you in the giant living room with some juice and snacks.

Silence followed until you couldn't take it anymore, "can someone please explain??" You said frustrated. Turns out, the beach house wasn't Yuna's uncle's but rather Minho's and he was gonna 'supervise' the both of you during your stay here.

Shortly after, Yuna's mum called to let you guys know of it. Apparently she had forgotten to include that part in the list of things you both needed to know. So in conclusion, you were stuck in a huge mansion with your clearly grumpy bestie and her extremely hot cousin. This could either go completely disastrous or... *Aggressively fans face*

"I'm Minho. Lee Minho. Lee Yuna's very hot cousin." Minho introduced himself, giving Yuna a sly smirk before reaching his hand out for a shake.

"Ah I'm Y/N! It's nice to meet you too!" And just as you were about to grab his hand, Yuna grabbed yours instead, "And I'm Yuna. The clearly hotter cousin" she grinned frustrated mockingly at Minho, "and hands off! She's mine!" She hissed, hugging you like a kitten hugging her favourite human.

You giggled at the cute sight in front of you, "you're so cute, Yuna-ssiii~" you cooed at her. Minho leaned back on the couch in a manspread (NO CUZ THATS SO HOT), "oh yeah?" He raised an eyebrow, "we'll see about that. Though... I didn't think you'd snag such a hot friend, kid." He looked at you as if he were a predator looking at his prey.

It was a mystery how he had the innocent face of a bunny but inside he was more like a very sly kitten. "Well... I guess the cousins are similar in that aspect" you thought to yourself.

"now then, how about you guys go ahead unpack and rest up? I've got a pool too so you guys can relax there as well. Let's head to the beach tomorrow. It's already pretty late." Minho said, getting up with a heave. "I'll go prepare something to eat for you guys."

"ugh I'll skip. Driving since yesterday and eating all those snacks has got me an upset stomach. Not to mention having to see your face" Yuna glares at Minho, "I would rather sleep, hmph!" She huffed. Both you and Minho chuckled at her childish behaviour.

"this is why I said we should take turns driving!" You nagged at her, "buuuttt I couldn't possibly let my wifey driiivveee~" she hugged your arm, looking at you with a pouty puppy eyes speaking in a high pitched voice. You flicked her forehead as she returned an "ow!"

After much nagging and pleading, Yuna finally went to go shower while you stayed back to help Minho with the food. "So? How long have you guys been friends?" Minho asked as he cut up the apples while you washed the other fruits. "Ah, we met during the student orientation in college. We both sorta clicked over drinks, lol" you replied. Your eyes sparkled as you reminisced all those memories of you guys together.

"and? You guys are dating or something?" He continued. "What? Pssh! No! Yuna is so much like a child, she feels more like a little sister to me. Plus I'm straight. What about you? Are you seeing someone?" You kept the conversation alive, wanting to know more about this person.

"Nah, I'm not dating anyone." "Why not? You're literally so hot! I can't believe you're single!" Minho chuckled at your response, "haha I guess I just didn't find the one yet." He stopped cutting the apples and turned to look at you, "how about you? You seeing someone?" He asked. You stopped what you were doing and turned your back leaning against the counter, "hmm... Nope! As single as a Pringle!"

Upon hearing your answer, he inched closer to you, until he was standing between your legs, his hands rested on the counter on either side of you, his face inches apart from yours, "and you think I'm hot?" He whispered softly. His voice in itself felt like a drug. Some sort of an aphrodisiac. "Very..." You replied. Your voice low and seductive.

He brushed your hair away from your face, his eyes locked onto yours, "hot enough to want to kiss me, hm? I saw how you were practically drooling over me earlier." He chuckled. A blush crept up your face but you felt a wave of boldness wash over you. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him a little closer "Hmmm... Yeah. Maybe I was drooling. Why? Are you gonna kiss me?"

A sly smirk painted your face. Your heart was pounding and you desperately wished he didn't hear. You surprised yourself by how bold you were. Was this really you? Damn... Good job Y/N 👏👏 {round of applause for the klutz!}

"Maybe I will~" he replied, his hand reached for your face, holding your chin gently as his other hand went for your hip, pulling you close. His lips grazed against yours, both of your breaths clashing against each other. You could hear heart beats. At this point, you had no idea whose it was.

Grazing turned to a deep kiss, both of you savouring the soft wet sensation. Amidst the heat of the moment, a sudden sense of deja vu washed over you. All of a sudden it felt like you've faced this similar situation. Breaking away from the kiss, your vision blurry, both of you panting, the foggy view of Minho seemed far too familiar to you. "Ha... Have we met before...?" You asked, still huffing. "Who knows~ have we?" He replied.

"what...?" Just as you were gonna ask more, a loud noise jolted you back to reality, "ARGH!! WHY IS THERE NOT A SINGLE BOTTLE OF WATER UPSTAIRS?!" Yuna yelled. Both of you immediately got back to your original positions just in time when Yuna came downstairs. "Jeez Yuna! You need to stop yelling so much!!" You yelled back.

After a bit more bickering Yuna decided to eat with you guys. The three of you sat on the grand table. Yuna next to you, Minho in front of you. She refused to let you sit with him.

You all chattered and for once, Yuna was finally laughing and not bickering with her cousin. You would steal glances at Minho every now and then and catch him looking at you too. It sent shivers down your spine and butterflies went rampant in your stomach.

After much more teasing, chattering and laughing you guys were done with dinner. "Y/N-aaaaaaahhhh" she whined, hugging your arm again, "come with meeeeee~ our oppa can take care of the dishes hehe~" she giggled, giving Minho a sly grin while she tugged at your shirt.

Minho looked done and disgusted by her whiny act, "ugh do you really think you're being cute right now?? Disgusting!" He pretended to gag while Yuna glared at him, popping up a middle finger. You laughed at the two's bickering and decided to follow, "ok fiiinnee~ I'll go with you but stop arguing jeez!" Yuna returned a very jolly cheer to your acceptance and pulled you upstairs catching you off guard.

You took one last look at Minho who smiled at you slyly before walking upstairs feeling flustered.

Having reached your room, Yuna flopped herself on the bed, patting the mattress asking you to sit down as well. You chuckled, crossing your arms, "Yuna... I haven't showered yet. You do realise that right?" "Gosh! Then go do it, pabo-ya! Why didn't you do it earlier?" She rolled her eyes before both of you joined in on a loud giggle.

You took a towel and a set of clothes before heading inside bathroom. You closed the door almost all the way but peeked through the open crack, "no peeking ok?" You warned, Yuna threw a towel at the door which you closed just in time, "you think I'm a pervert like you or something??" She laughed.

Locking the door, you put the fresh set of clothes and towels aside and proceeded to take your clothes off, looking into the mirror. You rubbed your eyes, suddenly feeling a bit dizzy when a sudden vision appeared in front of your eyes. It was a vision of you kissing a guy. Was it a memory from when you went to that bar a while ago? And if so, why are you remembering it now? You brushed it off and ran the hot shower letting yourself relax in the soothing heat of the (scorching hot) water (cuz you're just a girl 🎀)

After the shower, you came out feeling utterly relaxed. You noticed your friend was sitting up waiting for you while nodding off. You giggled under your breath getting closer to her quietly to boo her. "You're scaring nobody like that, Y/N-ah" Yuna glared at you. "Awww.... Could've played along, y'know!" You whined.

She rolled her eyes again before laughing along with you. Lying down, you turned to your side facing Yuna who was now lying on her tummy. "So? Wanna tell me why you hate him so much?" You asked. "Hate who?" Yuna turned to you. "Your cousin. You guys fight like kids, honestly!" You exclaimed. "Eehh... I don't hate him. He's just super annoying. Plus... There's also that incident"

"incident? What incident?" "The... One... At the... Ba..r.." "the bar??" Before you could get any other answer, Yuna had already fallen asleep. "Yuna? Yuna??? Hey!! You can't just fall asleep like that!!" You tried waking her up but the girl was just out like a light.

You sighed, laying on your back facing the ceiling knowing real damn well that this was gonna make you lose sleep. While your friend slept like a baby, you kept tossing and turning on your side of the bed unable to sleep as expected.

You got up, a heavy sigh leaving your lips. Your head was ringing for some reason. Just what was it trying to remember?? You went to the bathroom again, slipping a plain old bathing suit under a thick bathing robe making your way to the pool.

You loved swimming. Its what you do or at least try to do when you're stressed. You let the robe fall to the floor, gently placing your body in the water that was surprisingly warm. "Wow... Now that hits the spot.." you whispered, let yourself relax in the water.

"Does it now? Im glad." A voice spoke out. A very familiar one that jolted you back to reality. You turned your head to see Minho standing there. No shirt, just wearing shorts likely to go for a swim.

"oh uhm- y-yes..." You found your face getting warmer as you saw the sight in front you. Looking away immediately as if you could hide your expression, "a-are you gonna take a dip? I can leave if you want-" before another word escaped your lips, the man has already walked close to you. When you turned to look at him again, your faces were inches apart. "Nope. It's fine. You can stay." He smiled slyly again.

"My goodness!! When did he get so close?? How can he be so quiet?? What is he? A cat?? " You thought to yourself. Minho sat down on the floor, dipping his legs in the water while you leaned on the edge of the pool wall. It was the shallow end so you could relax pretty well. He gently swung his legs in the water while you made swirls in it. "So? What got you here so late?" He asked, "Hm... I couldn't sleep." You said, sort of absentmindedly before looking up at him. "What about you?"

"well... I usually come down here at times. Im not much a swimmer to be honest, but I've been trying to learn so I could go swimming with my friends. It's too embarrassing to do it in day time though... So I prefer practicing at night" he chuckled.

Your eyes glinted in interest. "Do you want me to teach you? Im a good swimmer myself, y'know!" It was true. You liked swimming and had been doing it since middle school. Plus, this could be an excuse for you to see him more often. You were gonna be staying for a whole month anyway. Might as well make it interesting.

He looked at you with surprised eyes, "you would do that?" He asked. "Mhm! Of course!" You nodded excitedly, "come on now! Get down here!" You raised your hands up, reaching out to him while all he did was stare at you with sparkly eyes. He leaned down, gently grabbing your face in his firm hands placing a soft kiss on your lips.

Your eyes widened at the sudden action, but soon they shut as you felt your heart pounding. You wrapped your arms around his neck, delving deeper into the kiss. Breaking the kiss, you both looked into each other's eyes deeply and passionately. "Couldn't hold back, huh? Who's the one drooling now, hmm?" You whispered in a sultry voice. He chuckled, "I can't help it. You looked so cute~" you gave him a mischievous grin and he raised his eyebrows knowing damn well that grin was no good. "What are you planni-" before he could finish his sentence, you pulled him into the water with a big splash.

He rushed out on the surface, pushing his hair back, "Hey!" He yelled. You laughed at the sight. He looked like a wet kitten who was very angry. After finally gaining stability in the water, he pulled you by the waist causing you to stumble, "and what exactly makes you think you can be so naughty, hm?" He whispered, his jaw clenching. His warm wet hands against your bared waist sent shivers down your spine.

"Now now~ let's not get hasty here~ I'm gonna be your teacher after all!" You giggle, sliding your index finger down the middle of his torso. He scoffed leaning in closer whispering against your ear, "sure teacher... And once you're done teaching me... I'll make sure you feel my wrath." His breath against your skin was hot despite the chill that followed. Your chest heaved as your breath got heavy. You felt your knees get a little weaker.

You pushed him away, holding him at arms lengths, "o-okay! That's enough! Le-lets get the lessons on." You looked away, your face a pretty pink. Minho chuckled, placing a soft kiss on your nose.

And thus, your lesson started. Each touch during the lessons sent sparks up your entire body. The sexual tension was undeniable. Around 45 minutes later, you couldn't take it anymore. The guy was a total novice and got countless giggles out of you from the way he struggled, but given how serious he was, you couldn't help but feel aroused.

"come on let's get going. We've been out here for long... We both will catch a cold at this rate." You said, looking away, trying to walk out of the water. But Minho had other plans. He held your arm as you tried to leave, pulling you in again, "and where do you think you're going, huh?" He raised an eyebrow. A mischievous look painted his face.

"T-to... To get to my room... Obviously..." You blushed hard. You couldn't look into his eyes. Your heart pounded in your chest like there was no tommorow. He gently place his index finger under your chin, pulling your face up to make you look at him. "This fast? I told you, you'd feel my wrath after we were done, didn't I?" He smirked. You whimpered under your breath, "wha... What do you mean...?"

"You're really gonna ask me that? Why don't I show you instead?" And with that, he leaned in for a kiss. At first you were caught off guard, your eyes widening but soon you closed them shut, wrapping your arms around his neck while he wrapped his around your waist, pulling you closer as if to close any bit of gap you both could've had.

You moaned into the kiss, grinding against his crotch. He broke away from the kiss, scoffing again, "hah... What a naughty girl." His voice was a low whisper, a sultry tone. You breathed heavily from the after effects of the kiss. You had been aroused the entire day practically and you couldn't take it anymore.

"yeah... Im a naughty girl... So punish me, won't you?" You huffed, pulling him into a deep kiss again. Your tongue darted out, wanting to penetrate his lips. He smirked into the kiss, granting you permission to enter. Minho grabbed the back of your head, threading his fingers in your hair deepening the kiss.

You moaned into the kiss, your body wanting more. He slid one of his hands down to your ass, grabbing it and giving it a tight squeeze. You squirmed a little in his firm hands. Breaking the kiss, you both huffed. Both of your eyes locked onto each other's in a lustful gaze.

"Let's stop at that, baby... It's just your first day here. Don't want you to get tired too fast..." He chuckled, tugging a few strands of your hair behind your ear, a seductive spark glistening in his dark brown eyes.

The rest was a haze. Somehow you got into bed wearing your nightsuit, your hair dried. Yuna slept like a log unbeknownst to all the adventures you had in that short while. You stared blankly at the ceiling wondering what just happened and soon drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, you woke up feeling groggy with the very little sleep you got. To your surprise, Minho was quite energetic as if he didn't get the same amount of sleep as you if not lesser. The entire time you both had breakfast, you couldn't keep your eyes on his. You felt shy... A bit too shy...

The day went by without much except for the sexual tensions that still lingered. Every touch, intentional or not, sent shivers down your spine. You found yourself biting your lip at the thought of wanting to be touched and ravaged by this man.

And thus, it started. A daily routine. Every night you both would come down to the pool when Yuna fell asleep given how heavy of a sleeper she was. You both would greet each with a soft kiss and get into the lessons. When done, you'd give him a reward for doing so well.

It started with kisses, then fondling your supple tits, then letting him feel you from over your bikini that barely counted as clothes, really. On the beach you would sometimes find him staring at you with hungry eyes as you splashed around in the ocean. You would pull him to a secluded spot to make out but that's all. He wouldn't go any further than over the clothes.

A week or so later, he had gotten a lot better at swimming. After you both were done, as usual both of you made out again. He touched you again, making you moan, "Oh... Oppa..." You mewled at his hot touch. He looked at you, eyes widened. You looked back at him, a wave of shame washing over you. "I-im so sorry! I don't know why I..." You looked away and before you could say anything, he pulled your face back to his, diving in to a kiss.

"why? That was cute... You should do it more..." He smirked. You bit your lip. You couldnt take it anymore. The slowburn was too much for you. (Pretty sure it's the same for us as well lol) "no. How about you make me do it, instead?" You gave him a mischievous smirk, giggling like the naughty slut that you were.

He grabbed the back of your head, his fingers tangling in your hair, "make you huh? You sure you can take it?" His voice was stern. You loved it when you were treated bad. It just added to your arousal.

"mhm~ I can take anything~" you hummed. The smirk never leaving your face. Your lips were barely a centimetre apart, the tips of your noses softly grazing against each other.

He chuckled under his breath, his hands reaching for the waistband of your panty, his fingers hooking onto it. "You've been warned, kitten." "so I have~"

Both of you shared a deep hungry kiss, his hands pulled down your panties making you gasp in his hold. He gave your butt a quick squeeze before one of his hands came down to your front, rubbing your swollen bud.

It felt like you could cum from just that. You haven't felt a man's touch in so long. But this time in particular, something felt awfully familiar.

It was then that you remembered, a few months, almost a year ago, you and Yuna went out for some drinks at the bar a few blocks away from your dorm. There, both of you got drunk. You were carried to your dorms by a man who had taken Yuna as well. When he dropped you off at your room, you kissed him, almost making out. You asked him to touch you, so he did, but only to an extent. After having rubbed your clit a little, he stopped. You whined at the absense of his hands. But he said something that you vaguely remember, "not now, kitten. You won't remember it when you wake up anyway. Plus, I would rather do it when you're sober instead." And left. You had finally remembered. That man was none other than... Minho.

"you... We... You were the one who got u-us... home from the... The bar that... day..?" You could barely breathe, let alone speak. But you wanted to ask, and you wanted to know. Minho chuckled, holding your face gently in his hand while his other hand was still busy playing around with your nub, "so you finally remembered, huh, kitten?" He smirked and thrusting a finger in almost instantly making you gasp a moan.

"and since you finally remember... Im gonna give you all the things you begged me for that night... Only if you beg again~" you looked at him in surprise. Biting your lip, you smirked. Your grip around his neck tightening, pulling him closer. "Yeah~ your kitten wants it as much as she did that night. Won't you give it to me~?" Your eyes glistened in plea as your lips puckered to form a pout.

"oh I sure will..." His eyes stayed adamant on yours and so did the smirk on his face as he picked you up, seating you on the edge of the pool. "Spread them." He commanded, you licked your lips and spread your legs wide apart for him to see. He hooked his arms under your thighs, kissing a softly biting your plump thighs, climbing up with each touch.

Soon his face was barely inches apart from your throbbing wet folds. His tongue darted out, licking your slit from the bottom to the top making you shiver. The cold wind flowing on the rooftop added to your arousal as well.

You whimpered and gasped under his touch. His tongue ravaging your insides. Penetrating your hole and licking your swollen nub. Filthy wet sounds along with your moans and his grunts were all you could hear. It was a feeling you'd felt never before. You couldn't understand what made you shiver more, his touch? Or the way the cold wind hit your wet body? Honestly, you didn't care anymore.

You held on to his head, your fingers tangling in his hair into a grip as you pushed him in even more. He unhooked one arm, giving love to your twitching clit whole fingering you ruthlessly. He looked up at you, a moaning mess, with hungered eyes of satisfaction. He chuckled as he sucked more into your folds.

You could feel his veins inside you. Not in a gross way. It just felt so... So right. (Yes I took inspiration from here lol. Credits to @bbokicidal) you bit your lip, trying your hardest not to make more sound than you should. That was, until, you felt a knot form in your belly. And you knew exactly what that meant. "A-ah...! Cuh-cumming! Im cumming!" You moaned out loud. Louder than you were supposed to.

"nuh-uh. Not yet." Minho pulled away from you, leaning up to kiss you again. You could taste yourself. All this time, you'd thought that kissing right after being eaten out would be disgusting but it wasn't that bad. You whimpered and begged, "p-please... Let me cum... Please, oppaa..." Minho just smirked, "not that easy, kitten. You had your chance and you blew it. And it's not gonna be 'oppa' for you anymore." He licked your neck down your jaw. Biting into the flesh above your collarbone.

He got up, sitting next to you kissing you again. "Fuck... Your lips are so delicious I just can't stop kissing them." He whispered, grabbing onto the back of your head, roughly pulling you down. "Your turn." He commanded, your face right above his bulge.

You gulped, pulling his pant down revealing a big throbbing and veiny cock. It was firm and girthy, much like his hands. You were doubtful, wondering if you could even fit it halfway in your mouth. "Go on now, suck." His voice was low into a growl. You were scared but you were equally aroused. Letting your hands trail up to his hot length, you slowly licked the tip, letting it dive into your mouth.

A muffled moan came out of your lips as you struggled to take it all in. (I legit came back to continue writing only to realise the next 7 paragraps (yes I counted) I wrote are gone. Like- gone. Apparently Tumblr didn't save it and I'm losing my mind rn. 🙂) He pushed your head further in, a loud groan left his lips as the tip of his cock hit your throat. You whimpered with the sudden intrusion. It was a bit painful getting used go it, but in no time you loved it. You were a woman with many kinks. You liked a little bit of pain every now and then and this pain was perfect.

You bobbed your head up and down on his dick, liquid oozing out of your lips. At this point, you weren't sure if it was your saliva, his precum or just a mix of both. Minho threw his head back, moaning uncontrollably at your action. You licked and sucked, occassionally pulling away and stroking his length.

"Fuck... You're such a good kitty... You're taking it so well~" he groaned. That just added to your arousal. Your mind was fuzzy and you couldn't think straight. Your eyes glistened in ecstacy and your pupils wouldve turned into hearts had you been in an anime.

You reached down to his balls, massaging his sacs. "Sh-shit Y/N... Cum... Gonna cum..." Minho groaned. Having heard his warning, you pushed his cock deeper inside your mouth. He scoffed at the sight, "wanna drink me up, huh? Since you're so eager, I'll let you swallow every last bit of it. Don't you dare let it go to waste."

Your heart pounded in your chest hearing his threat. Minho was red down to his nape, helping you suck him off. Without wasting much time, with one last thrust in, strings of white warm cum shot into your mouth. You swallowed around his cock making him let out a grunted moan.

You licked his cock clean, following suite, not letting even the tiniest drop go to waste. You didn't let another second go to waste as you climbed up on him delving into a kiss, letting him know exactly what he tasted like.

Your arms rested on his shoulder, both of you panting. Your chests heaving from the heavy breaths. "I've... I've been such a good kitty... Won't you g-give me... A reward...?"

He laughed at your desperation, grabbing your hips. "Yeah... You've been a good kitty... I should definitely reward you." He smirked. You positioned your entrance on his tip while he rubbed on your folds. One of his hands holding your hips steady while the other's thumb played with your clit.

You pushed his cock in, gasping as your hole stretched from the impact. Your head fell on his shoulder. He pushed you down slowly, helping you get used to his size. "Easy kitten... Relax... You're gonna snap me in half..." He groaned. "Big... S-so... Big..." You cried. "Mm... I know, baby... I know... Just a little more..." He hummed.

You let yourself relax in his firm arms, finally putting the entirety of his length inside your core. "Le-lets... Let's stay like this for a little..." "Sure, kitten... Take your time..."

You nuzzled into the crook of his neck, letting yourself get used to his size. A few moments later, after you had finally gotten used to his length, you let yourself lift up a bit and push down. Not a word needed to be said for Minho to grab hold of your ass and help you ride him.

You whimpered and moaned as you rode him. A few thrusts later, your paces fastened. You moaned heavier now, your tits bouncing from the action.

While you rode him, Minho grabbed both your tits, fondling with one and sucking on the nipple of another. "Sen... Sensitive..." You whimpered, shivering from the stimulation. "You like that, don't you kitten?" He continued to lick and suckle on the plump flesh of your breasts.

A while later, you felt a familiar knot form in your belly again. "M'gunna... Gunna cuuumm..." You moaned. Minho was amused and aroused at the sight. "What a naughty slut. A good fucking slut. You haven't even been riding me that long... Gonna cum already?" He groaned, biting your shoulder making you yelp. "Y-yes... Yes...! Please... Let... Let me cum please....!!" You begged desperately. "Go ahead, baby... Go right ahead... Cum all over me..." He lifted you up higher, slamming you down on his cock.

You moaned out louder, feeling an overwhelming wave of pleasure flood in. Letting your load go off on his dick. Flinching and trembling from the stimulation. Safe to say, you were VERY close to losing your mind.

Minho took this chance of your defenselessness and pushed you down on the cold hard floor making you yelp, your eyes widening in surprise. "My turn to go crazy darling... You were being such a dirty little whore just now... I can't let you go that easy can I?" He said, pulling out almost all the way and slamming hard into you.

You shrieked at the sudden slam, "aah!! I-I just ca-came!!" But he had no plans of listening. Slamming into your relentlessly, his pace faster than ever. Your nails dug into his back as if to mark him as yours while he left his love bites on your tits claiming you as his.

Both of you fucked like beasts. He didn't hold back. You let loose again, blowing another load, squirting on his dick. He pulled out, rubbing his dick roughly on top of your belly. "Fuck..." He groaned before shooting out those white strings of ecstasy all over you.

He panted after blowing his load, looking at you with a gaze of deep satisfaction. He used his hand to spread his cum on your belly like some lotion while you laid there flinching. Safe to say, you had lost your fucking mind. "What a sight... What a good fucking sight..." He huffed.

He gave you another soft kiss before picking you up bridal style. He carried you to his room, cleaning the both of you squeaky clean. He put on your night suit on you while you laid there tired out of your mind.

He carried you down to your and Yuna's room where she laid asleep, clueless of all the adventures. Given how thick the walls were and how heavy of a sleeper Yuna was, it was less than likely that she heard you both. You let out a sigh of relief.

He laid you down on the bed, giving you a soft kiss on the tip of your nose. He leaned close to your ear whispering, "I'll see you tomorrow night then, kitten... Sleep well..." You blushed hard, hiding yourself under your blanekt peeking through it like a child.

He chuckled under his breath when suddenly Yuna moved. Turning to face you both and throwing her arm and leg on you. You and Minho flinched thinking she was awake. But she continued to snore. You both sighed in relief again. He waved a bye at you and you slowly waved back.

And thus started a new routine. Every night you would help him learn swimming and after each session, making out was the least you would do. Kissing underwater to full on fucking while your bottoms remained submerged. The nights felt like wet dreams of all your kinks full filled.

One day while on the beach, Minho looked at you licking his lips as he stared down you playing in the water with Yuna in that sexy bikini of yours, thinking of all the ways he'd ravage you that night.

All of a sudden you were approached by three men. They were thin and almost scrawny in your eyes. I mean, after laying your eyes on Minho, any other guy would just look like squids (skz is an exception and you can't change my mind 🗣️).

You let yourself have a small conversation with them since they didn't particularly make you uncomfortable and you didn't wanna seem rude. That was, until, one of the bigger guys rested his arm around your shoulder. That made you uncomfortable. They started cracking jokes that just added to your discomfort.

Before you could pushed them off, a voice called out. "Oi. The fuck do you think you're doing?" Minho chimed in and he looked mad pissed. Behind him stood Yuna in all her glory. Both Lee cousin glaring at the men. Yuna was a black belt in Taekwondo and also recently started learning Muay Thai which meant she was quite built. Minho himself looked menacing since he was well built as well.

Forget squids, the dudes looked like little shrimps on front of the two. Minho glared at the guy who had his arm around you. Without a thought the dude let you go. The three of them looked at each other awkwardly before clearing their throats and walking away, heads hanging probably ashamed.

"hey? You okay?" Yuna asked, handing you one of the bottle of waters she had in her hand. Her gaze soft unlike just a moment ago. Her eyes glistened in concern. You nodded, smiling back at her, "I'm okay. They didn't do anything don't worry."

Minho on the other hand still looked extremely pissed. "Yuna. Go get us something to drink. Gotta cool myself off." He commanded, his eyes locked into yours. You flinched, feeling a little scared but aroused at the same time. "What?? Why me???" Yuna whined. Minho glared at her, making her flinch. "Fuck fine. I'll go. Y/N-aaahhhh come with me!" She was about to hold your hand when Minho commanded again in a stern voice, "She stays. You can go alone." Yuna looked a bit awkward but she didn't say anything. She knew when to not poke her nose and she quietly left.

Meanwhile, Minho grabbed your wrist, pulling you towards a big rock in a secluded area catching you off guard. "What are we doing here?" You asked, you didn't dare look at him in the eye.

(this part with "your guilty pleasure" by Henry Versus is a MUST)

He pushed you against the rock, holding your chin gently. Your lips not even inches apart. Your breaths crashing with each other. Your knees felt weak.

His dark brown eyes had an intense look, his stern gaze never leaving yours. "Did that feel good, kitten? Being touched by some random guy? Think I didn't see you smile all nice and shy to them you fucking slut?" He groaned. Your breath was shaky, fear and lust overcoming you.

"n-no... I... I just... I was just trying to be... Nice..." He mumbled. His hand trailed down to your neck in a feathery light grasp. His other hand, pinning you to the rock. "And who gave you the permission to be so nice, hm kitten? I know you're a whore but don't forget you're mine, ok? You only get to be slutty around me and just. Me. Is that clear, my love?" He whispered back in a sultry voice. His eyes almost looked maniacal. As if he was obsessed with you.

You liked it. You liked being obsessed with. You loved being treated like this. Boldness took over you. You wrapped your arms around his shoulder, "why? Jealous? Scared someone else will take me, hm?"

He scoffed, his hold on your neck tightening a little more making you gasp. You looked at him slyly. Loving every touch. "You'll never find anyone better than me anyway..." He chuckled, kissing you deeply. His tongue intruding your lips before you could even react making you moan into the kiss.

That hand that grabbed on to your neck slid down to your tits, squeezing you roughly making you yelp. You tried to break away from the kiss, but he just grabbed on to the back of your head while fondling your boobs, kissing you relentlessly until you were out of breath.

He trailed down leaving wet kisses down to your boobs, suckling on your nipples while his hand slided down your body making you shiver under his touch.

He hooked his hand under your knee, pulling it up to your belly while his other hand pushed aside your panty. "I'll fuck you so hard you won't even have time to think about another dude." He pulled out his cock that was hard and throbbing. He rubbed it on your hole.

But you know what he didn't forget? Foreplay. Sure, he wanted himself to be engraved in every inch of your body, but he didn't wanna hurt you. He spat in his fingers, sliding them in to your pussy. "Fuck... Look how wet you are already, kitten... You like it when I call you those filthy names don't you? You fucking whore." He grunted. The way he called you whore just made you clench around his fingers making him chuckle.

The leg being held was almost starting to hurt as he focused on fingering the wits out of you. After a little more of prepping and deeming you ready, he pulled his fingers our making you whine. He let go of your leg, turning you around. Your back now faced him.

He rubbed his dick on your folds a little more before pushing it in. You moaned, taking him in. He held you, pulling you close to him, shutting down any gap you might've had between the both of you. With his other hand, he turned your head, kissing you as he fucked you till you lost your mind.

You moaned out his name. Honorifics? Well fuck that. He liked it when you called him Minho in that sexy raw voice of yours. "Angh~! Aahh! Min- Minhooo~ too much. You're... G-going too... Too hard... Slo... Slow doowwnn..." You moaned. He spanked your ass and scoffed, "slow down? Slow down my ass. You like it when it hurts. You like when I go rough don't you? I know you can take it, kitten. So take it."

With another hard slam, you moaned loud. He shoved his fingers in your mouth, "shhh kitten... I know it feels good but you gotta keep it down... You can moan like a slut when we're home, love. Be a good girl won't you?" The fingers muffled your moans but you really couldn't hold back. Not when he was being so fucking ruthless.

You grabbed on to his hand. He pulled out is fingers. "Gon... Gonna... Gonna cum master..." You whined. "Oh yeah? Go ahead. Cum all over me, kitten. Do it." He ordered.

Without another wasted second, you bit your lip, letting loose on him. Twitching and flinching from the aftereffects. He pulled out, stroking his dick on your back, cumming all over you. Both of you panted heavily. He took off the small towel that was around his neck and used it to clean both of you up.

You fixed your bikini, still panting. You turned to him, hugging him close. "So? Were you jealous, darling?" You asked, a sly look in your eyes. "Come on, kitten. You're mine and I'm yours... Would you not be upset if some girl was all over me, huh?" You chuckled at the idea, placing a kiss on his lips. "You say that but we aren't even dating yet..." You nuzzled your nose on his, holding him close.

He was about to say something when a sudden noise flinched you both back to reality. Turning towards the source of the noise, both of your eyes widened in horror. It was Yuna. She had gotten drinks for the three of you. But the sight of you guys kissing had made her drop the drinks. She stood there stunned, "Wha... What are you..."

The drive back home was dead silent. Yuna refused to look at you both. Sitting alone in the backseat while you sat on the passenger seat and Minho drove.

When all of you got home, Yuna stormed upstairs. You hurried ans followed her while Minho flopped down on the couch sighing knowing him going up there would just fuel the fire. "Shit... I fucked up real bad didn't I...?" He groaned.

Meanwhile upstairs, Yuna was about to slam the door shut but you came in the way, "Yuna please! I can explain!" You cried out. "Explain what? That you've been screwing my fucking cousin behind my back??"

"look Yuna... Im sorry... But please let me explain..." You sighed. She just threw the door open, flopping down on the bed, seething.

"come on don't be like that..."

"like what?"

"you're mad at me..."

"I'm not mad."

"uh-huh... Sure. I can literally see smoke coming out your ears."

"how long has this been going on?"

"Yuna please look at me..."

"I'll look at you when you tell me."

"f-for a while..."

"how long?"

"since... Since the day we came here..."

Yuna jolted, looking at you with a swift turn of her head, "WHAT?! WHEN?! I WAS WITH YOU THE ENTIRE TIME!!!"

You gulped, "we-well... When you fell asleep... I was giving him swimming lessons and we... Um... Just..."

"wait... When I was SLEEPING?!" She yelled.

"I'm... Im so sorry..." You stood there, like a child being punished for breaking a vase.

"wow... While I was sleeping you slept with my cousin?? Were you like... Recreating the bar moment??" "Wait... You knew...?" "Bitch that's my brother of course I know!! Is that why he's been so nosy about my friends?" She looked away, wondering deeply. "Huh? He was what?"

"argh girl come sit the fuck down. There's so much you need to know." She pat on the bed asking you to sit. You quietly followed.

Apparently, after dropping the two of you off at your dorm, Minho had grown excessively curious about Yuna's friends. He'd been looking to talk to you but always held himself back because he didn't wanna seem weird.

"he would always ask about my roommate but since Kim Bomi is also my roommate I didn't know whether he was talking about her or you. Should've known it was you since he's never seen Bomi. Apparently he's seen you before the bar incident too. He always stopped before asking anything too personal cuz he thought you might find him weird."

You were surprised at the revelation. Realising he might harbour feelings for you. This all happened at the beginning of your third year which meant around 7-8 months ago.

You sulked, feeling like you betrayed your friend. She glared at you, while your head hung, your eyes glued to the floor. She smacked your back, making you yelp, "YAH! WHY YOU SULKING!" "CUZ I FEEL LIKE I BETRAYED YOUR TRUST"

You sniffled, on the verge of tears. "AYE! WHATS THERE TO BETRAY?! I mean yeah I was sorta caught off guard when I saw you kiss my cousin and shit but I'm not betrayed!! Just upset you didn't tell me" she looked away pouting. "I was scared you'd find me weird or shit." "The only way I'd find you weird is if you fucked some 40 year old." You cringed at her statement. Clearly disgusted, "exactly." Yuna scoffed.

"well I mean... If I marry him I'll be... Well... You're sister in law hehe" "girl- I know I always wanted you to be my sister BUT NOT LIKE THIS??? IT FEELS WEIRD!" "But bestie... He's so hot..." "BRO THATS MY COUSIN"

In the end of the day, Yuna accepted the fact that you screwed her cousin despite her finding it cliche. You both came downstairs to Minho sitting down on the couch, manspreading and his eyes closed. While you found it extremely hot, Yuna had a cringed expression.

"get the fuck up, you ass!" She yelled. Minho groaned. Sitting up straight, looking at you both. "Yuna... Look... Im sorry..." "Save it. I heard everything." She crossed her arms, looking away again in a pout, "I know you like her but make sure you make her feel comfortable." Minho chuckled. "I sure will." He looked at you, love overflowing in his eyes. It was then that you realised, what this man felt towards you wasn't just some simple attraction or lust. He actually did like you.

He then turned to look at Yuna, "please don't tell aunty about this, Yuna..." "Don't worry I won't..." She mumbled. Both you and Minho looked down, relaxing your shoulders and sighing. Yuna, although, had other plans. She smirked slyly, "in exchange... You won't tell mum about the fact that my boyfriend and I are gonna go out on a date tomorrow." "Wait what?!" You and Minho looked at her, baffled.

She cackled, finding extreme satisfaction with your reactions. "But thats-" Minho tried to speak only to be cut off my Yuna, "come on you don't want aunty or my mum OR Y/N's parents to know that you guys fucked right? Her mum might let it go... But will aunty and uncle? They trusted you to supervise us... Not fuck your cousin's friend" she smiled as if she were the most innocent beanie in the world.

Both of you were left defeated. Knowing y'all fucked up. And with that, the three of you came into a pact. Yuna gets to hang with her boyfriend while you and Minho get to fuck around and come out to your parents at your own time.

Now... This has stretched out long. Most people would think the story's over. But NAH! Y'all remember the "use of toys" in the warning? Yeaaahhhhh~ this is where it gets wilder.

That night, Yuna and her boyfriend who was a good friend of yours since first year of college as well went out for the night. The giant mansion was now for the both of you to ravish.

Minho picked you up almost immediately after locking the door. He took you to his room, throwing you on the bed. You licked your lips in anticipation.

"now then... Why don't you be a good kitty hm?" He whispered in a sultry tone. He opened a box that was inside his closet and turned it upside down on the bed revealing a lot of things you least expected.

You see, he had found out about your numerous kinks and fetishes in the middle of fucking you. His collection contained cat ears, cat tail with a butt plug, lube, hand cuffs, dildos, vibrators, whips, collars and ropes.

"You mentioned ones that you were into soft bdsm when I was cleaning you up once. 'bout time I fulfil your dreams~" you shuddered at his demeanor. And before you know it, you had cat ears on, hands cuffed and a collar around your neck. He squeezed the bottle of lube on your ass hole, the cold paste making you shiver and whimper. He rubbed on your hole, gently shoving a finger in, prepping you until you were ready to take the butt plug in.

Once you were, he wasted no time shoving the toy in. He bit his lips, shuddering at the sight of you fully prepped to be his kitten. "So pretty... You look so fucking pretty..." He whispered.

He squeezed some lube on the dildo too which was perhaps a little less big than his. Rubbing it on your folds, he leaned in closer kissing you deeply. "You like that don't you?" He whispered, shoving the toy in making you moan ever so loud.

While he ruthlessly thrusted the dildo inside you with one hand and fondled with your breasts with the other, you laid there losing your mind. "You like that don't you? You greedy little slut. You fucking whore. You like it when I abuse you like this, huh? You fucking pervert."

You shuddered, words refusing to leave your lips. "Go on. Tell master how much you love this. Use your words, kitten." "Ye-yeeaahh~ I love it~ I lo-love it s-sooo much ma-masteerr~" your eyes rolled up almost to your head. All this stimulation driving you crazy.

He yanked the dildo out of your pussy making you yelp and whine. He took a vibrator next, pushing it in switching it on the highest setting. Your body shuddered as electric sparks ran through your entire body from the vibrations. You squirted everywhere like a fountain.

He scoffed, taking the whip in his hand, running it through your torso, "haaahh... Look at you... What a mess..." He tutted before whipping you softly on your boobs making you yelp again. At this point, you were beyond gone. There's no way you could've said anything other than incoherent broken sentences which were more like moans.

He whipped you again, your nipples now swollen and twitching. He leaned down on you, kissing you deeply, biting your lower lip. "You like that, kitten? You like being masters little slut?" He whispered in your ear. You nodded, unable to speak. He got up, wipping you again, harder this time, "words, love. Use your words." His face was stern and cold and so was his voice.

You scared by the way he acted, but also aroused out of your mind. "Y-yeesss~ yes masteerr~ I love it... I love it so muuucchh~" you moaned.

He smirked feeling satisfied. "Get on all fours." He commanded. You did as told. Getting on all fours, your face now directly in front of his crotch where you could see his painful bulge through his shorts. You giggled, "hehe... So hard... Master is hard for me~" you mumbled.

He grabbed you by your hair and pulled your head up making you look at him, "that's right kitten. Im hard for you. You're gonna do something about that no? I'll give you a very good reward~" you bit your lip at his suggestion.

Pulling his pants down, his bulge sprang up slapping your face. You wasted no time, shoving his entire lenght inside your mouth. At this point, you were used to his size so it didn't hurt as much as it did before. You went ahead, bobbing your head up at down, swallowing and sucking around his cock.

He threw his head back, groaning as you sucked him off. The feeling was phenomenal. It was something neither of you had felt before, making the experience all the more better. After a while of sucking, he was close. "Hold it in your mouth, kitten. Don't you dare swallow it." He commanded. You fastened your pace as he shot his load inside your mouth, filling you up with warm cum.

He grabbed the back of you head and brought you close to his face. "Show me." He commanded. You opened your mouth wide, bringing out your tongue a little to show him how his milk was in your mouth. He smiled contented, "swallow." Without a thought, you did as asked.

"what a good fucking girl." He grunted, kissing you roughly. "Go ahead... Tell me what you want for a reward?" He huffed. "Fu... Fuck me..." You mumbled. He let you fall on the bed, grabbing the leash attached to your collar and pulling you close, "louder kitten. I can't hear you." "Fuck me master... Fuck me pleeaassee...~"

With that, he smirked, letting go of the leash, snatching away the vibrator too. "Since you're asking so nicely... How can I say no, hm?" He positioned himself on your entrance, thrusting in without warning making your arch your back.

"yeeaahhhh~!! Just like that!!" You moaned while he thrusted in you ruthlessly. He grabbed the leash again, pulling you close kissing you. Your wrapped your arms around him, "te... Tell me... Im your... Your favourite... Tell me I'm yours..." You begged. "Yeah... You're mine kitten... Only mine... No one else's... I love you so much kitten... I love you so much, Y/N."

You felt a shift in the mood when he called your name. What was a rough just a moment ago suddenly became sensual. Feather light touches gliding down your torso, the tight tug on your collar that suddenly felt gentle, his pace still fast yet loving. It felt like you were drugged. Intoxicated in the strongest aphrodisiac.

It felt like time had slowed down. Both your breaths shaky and heavy. Both of you divulged into a deep passionate kiss while he thrusted into you like there was no tomorrow. It felt like you were the main character of an R-rated romance novel being fucked by your lover. (4th wall break who?)

A few more thrusts later, you reached your climax. Digging your nails into his back. With one last push, he came inside filling you up.

He flopped on you, his weight feeling a different kind of warm and comfy. After a bit of lying there still, a sudden thought occured to you. "Wait... Did you just cum inside...? Without a condom...?" You looked at him horrified. He got up immediately, "fuck!! Im so sorry, y/n!! I got lost in the flow and..." He rushed to the bathroom, wiping you clean desperately praying for the worst to not happen.

Usually, you would worry your ass off over this. But you were just too tired. Your entire body ached from the action. "Fuck... Forget it... Im tired..." You mumbled. Minho kissed you on the forehead, "it's okay love... Sleep. I'll clean you up." You hummed and nodded, drifting off to sleep.

Next morning, you woke up at around 11:30. You were fully clothed but you felt wet down there. Rubbing your eyes you wondered if he had missed a spot or two. You got up and went to your bathroom. To your utter surprise, a delightful one at that, it was your period.

"MINHO OPPA!!!" You yelled from the bathroom. You heard something crash downstairs and soon Minho came in slamming the door open. "WHATS WRONG?!" He yelled back. His eyes dropping to your pants laying on the floor as you stood in the bathroom pantsless. "Y-Y/N!! I know I've seen everything but cover up please!!" He looked away shyly.

"aahhh that's for later!!! I started my period!! Im not gonna be pregnant!!!" You jumped in joy. "Oh.." he looked a bit disappointed. You walked up to him, (still pantsless btw) and held his face gently. "What's wrong? Did you wanna impregnate me?" "We-well no but like... Argh I don't know I'm just being dumb." (Minho admitting he's dumb?!?!?! Now you know this is just a fic.) You chuckled at his response, giving him a kiss.

"also... To respond to your statement last night..." You paused, smiling at him, "I love you too..." "Hu-huh?? What??" He looked surprised and confused. "Well... Ever since the bar incident I've been looking for you too... And well... Although I'm not very sure about my feelings... Spending the past few weeks with you... I know my feelings aren't just an attraction towards you..."

He hugged you tight, "thank... Thank you..." He sniffled. You giggled by his actions. You'd thought he was so mature and stuff but really... He was just a little child at heart.

Both of you decided to wait it out a little more before going official. In the meantime you called Yuna to let her know to get some pads since you only had two on you. The final week at the beach house was spent with Yuna and Minho coddling you.

Fin~

I know the story stretched out a lot 😭 I just wanted to include a lot of things in here Lolol hope you guys enjoyed this brainrot!! It took me a long time to write cuz writer's block is a bitch and apparently I attract bitches, good or bad, left and right. Sooo yuh~

Anyways yeah that's that! Make sure to like, comment or reblog if you liked it! Thank you for reading! Next oneshot will prolly come out in like- Jan Lolol till then! Adios!

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Sleep Token HC: being in a relationship with IV

NSFW elements, mainly fluff there might be a part two to everyone’s at this point. Or if you have any requests for HCs feel free to send me a request bc I had so many thoughts for this one and my adhd bird brain can’t keep up. Also I can proofread this 1947372 times and it still might not be as proofread as I thought lmao 🤭

The man that IV is… broody but so babygirl coded

Definitely let’s you wear his jacket, prefers you to actually

Especially since he doesn’t give overtly public displays of affection

It’s his silent claim as if everyone backstage didn’t already know who you were primarily there for. He even considers getting another one just for you to wear when you joined him on tour

Update: he gives it to you on your birthday, nearly identical to his in your size (oversized if you preferred your clothes that way). Maybe instead just wear the big read circle w the ‘iiii’ in it had your initials (solely just so he wouldn’t confuse the two articles)

Let’s you romp around in his mask before shows when the guys are putting their paint on (honestly I think all the guys would at one point or another w their S/o—ivy just gets a bigger kick out of it).

The mask would even find its way into your bedroom, his stage persona following and you ate that shit up

Being putty in his hands when he’d get rough with you when he wore it

Most definitely fucking you from behind in front of a mirror, him gripping your hair to pull your head back just to make you look at him in the mask, his blue eyes intensely staring back at you

Or when you’d be riding him, grabbing it from the night stand and slipping it on. He’d lose his mind, groaning at the sight—drilling up into you feral for more

He has tons of photos of you in his mask and jacket, Adam even taking photos of you with the other band members in the items

Poor IV listens to the guys joke you would be a much better replacement, always grumbling a fuck off as you blow him a kiss, but as he leaves playfully moping he’ll make a gesture of catching the air kiss and smashing it to his cheek or lips.

Don’t forget the few of you in just the mask and jacket he’s taken (100% has it printed in his wallet or hidden behind his phone case)

Despite his more broodier/reserved nature, he loves showing you how much he cares with acts of service and quality time

If he has to wake up earlier than you, there’s always your favorite beverage to wake up with and pastry on your bedside

After a crazy night out despite how fucked up he is, he makes sure you’re okay and settled first. He’ll make sure the makeup remover is close at hand, even helping to take it off if needed. Making sure you’ve had a snack, and have water with an aspirin before bed.

It’s even more endearing when you hardly drink, and in his most inebriated state clamoring all over your house or room trying to take care of you. Still refusing to let you fuss over him

Sometimes during shows, you get anxious or overstimulated to feel comfortable to grab from the snack table backstage. So he’ll notice and stop what he’s doing without complaint, grabbing an assortment of your favorite things without asking. Handing it to you pressing an affectionate kiss to the top of your head, “just for you, love.” Then returning to what he was doing

Always going above and beyond to plan days with just you and him. At home, on tour—doesn’t matter he loves just spending time with his favorite person

Whether it be a crazy excursions/cute dates at the city the band was stopped at or laying in bed watching movies and eating tons of food

Admittedly he loved the slower lazy days sometimes more since it felt like his lifestyle was always non stop. Especially if it just involved tagging along with you for your everyday errands and then coming home to cook dinner together

Then at the end of the night after you two had a couple of glasses of wine, he’d spend hours worshipping your body

Just something about the slow and simple routine, made him want to take his time on you. All his movements intentional with the love and care

Hips lazily thrusting into you, brushing the hair out of your eyes. “Fuck,” he would hiss as you clenched around him. “That’s right, I got you.” Pressing his forehead to yours

[wifeyoozi]

What is your opinion of ot13 with a taller s/o

Ot13 seventeen : when you are taller than them

seungcheol : ok on surface he doesn't shows if it affects him or not but deep down he just loves how tall you are. He was a little insecure at the very very start about being shorter than you, but now he absolutely loves it. He'll buy you a lot of heels if you like wearing them just so he can crane his neck up and look at you like that. Loves feeling of you two give the vibe of the rich CEO and his model girlfriend.

Jeonghan : you just gave him the perfect opportunity to be a bratty sub. He actually loves feeling tiny next to you. He'll also definitely call you noona/mommy even if you are younger than him just so you'll baby him. Would sometimes wear baggy clothes and cuddle next to your side just to feel tinier next to you.

Joshua : I think he doesn't mind at all? Like "oh you're 180 cm? That's like so cool! Anyways my fave colour is blue wbu?" Like he'd love the fact you're so tall and so pretty but it wouldn't really affect him as much even if you weren't.

Jun : in public, he'll opt the more traditionally masculine and dominant roles despite your height, but in private, he is just a babie. absolute babie. you're gonna have to pamper him and always pay attention to him and peg him and cuddle with him. unironically always the little spoon.

hoshi : literally on his knees for you. you are his queen, his tigress and he's gonna worship you all the time. loves when you ruffle his hair or rest your head on top of his. is always hugging your hips. he may even wear some of your clothes if they look baggy on him.

wonwoo : an otherwise very dom wonu would sub for you. he is so tall and if you are taller than him, you are literally a goddess and he will do anything you ask him to. lowkey develops a praise kink with you. but he's also very soft for you and would take care of you all the time instead of letting otherway around happen.

woozi : at first he was really shy and insecure about roaming around with you in public, especially when you wore heels. also hates the way his members sometimes (all the time) teased him about it, but that phase passed soon, after he got more comfortable around you and you scolded his friends for teasing him. now he's a proud boyfriend who loves to show off his beautiful model-like tall girlfriend.

minghao : I just know everytime you two go out people think you are some luxury brand models. He feels proud of your height actually, loves how beautiful and elegant you look when you wear the luxurious brand clothes he buys you. Wouldn't be shy or embarassed at all about looking shorter to you.

Mingyu : the fact that you are taller than him is hot enough already, lemme tell you that first. You are one powerful couple. He likes lifting you up just so he's craning his neck up at you like you are the sun to his life (you definitely are). He just finds you so incredibly hot for being that height, loves when you use your height to dominate over him sometimes

Seokmin : he's so shy about it. Not embarrassed shy but i-am-so-in-love-with-you shy. Believes that you are the most beautiful woman on the planet. Literally would do anything for you. On his knees to eat you out serve you anytime of the day. Literally feels so subby when you're next to him.

Seungkwan : he loves how close his face is to your boobs. He could hug you and his face would be planted in your boobs or in the crook of your neck. So damn comforting. Feels so safe around you, especially when you hug him from the back and rest your head on top of his. Tho he'd be sooooo damn sulky for the rest of the month of you made even a single joke about his height even once hehe.

Vernon : externally, he doesn't look like the height difference bothers him at all. Internally he's screaming MOMMY. Loves the way you tower him, especially when you're riding him. He's your big responsibility. Can't shut up about you being the hottest woman everytime he's with his friends talking about their girlfriends. Literally still in shock how he managed to pull you.

Chan : at first he was a little embarrassed and tried to wear insoles and heels a lot often to look as tall as you, if not taller. Don't get him wrong, he loves how tall and beautiful you are and literally simps over you for that, he just feels insecure about his own height sometimes. Tho now he doesn't mind the height anymore, since you told him about how you love him the same despite his height. In fact he loves being shorter to you sometimes now, feeling how it makes your relationship more unique.

[scrivenger-grimgar]

Every time I read Yiling Wei sect AUs and they start describing what the sect members and leader wears its like, (direct quote from The Yiling Wei Sect and the Black Robed Lan by IvoryDragon48)

"[Wei Wuxian's hair] was pulled up into a high ponytail by a red ribbon with a gold and silver headpiece ornamenting and helping to direct the flow of his hair. The robes he wore were expensive looking with black being the dominant color and reds as the accents. The inner robe was a red so dark it looked like blood and the outer robe had simple yet elegant designs."

--And like, I get the urge to make them really cool looking and with themes or designs matching the other sects but like??? there's massive wasted potential here!!!

First, the hair. that's all well and good, but there is no way in hell that the Yiling Wei folks (Wen Remnants and others reviled/ostracized by society at large) are going to buy a gold guan OR a silver guan. why the hell would they bother spending precious resources on trying to impress people who already don't like them for something they literally have no control over.

But Wei Wuxian would know that he has to play the game now that he has people to protect, and going to a Con as a Sect Leader and not doing what all the other sect leaders are doing (wearing guan to say "I'M BETTER THAN YOU!!") is essentially outright stating that he holds no respect for any of them except in a way that could get him and his people killed. so instead, he goes "fuck it" and makes a guan out of something incredibly ordinary, like iron or wood, so now if anyone brings it up he can say "Oh, well, I like feeding my kids." or "Actually, I made this myself, all the better for carving protective arrays into!"

--And that's it. Wei Wuxian is a street kid he absolutely knows that rich people don't like to think about poor people and that they prefer to ignore them or hurt them. except you cant just attack someone who's being perfectly reasonably polite in public, especially when you just pointed out that he's 'poor'. Wei Wuxian's strategy is make them so fucking uncomfortable that they leave us alone.

(This would of course be after several years of no contact and no fighting so things have cooled off a bit)

Next, robes. No expensive robes. Let them be very well modified normal robes that have subtle stains and colour bleaching from sunlight and washing. The (shown, non-array-work) embroidery is at best amateur level, and Wei Wuxian will proudly show it off, loudly saying "a-Ning started a while back to help with his fine motor skills, and he's really come such a long way!!" and that "Oh, Xuanyu started practicing only recently but he's already so good at it!"

The Yiling Wei are the exact opposite of Lanling Jin. Wealth is to be used to benefit everyone and everyone is to be loved and appreciated for their work. The refusal to spend money of frivolous things is strong, especially when its something you could make yourself.

Self Ornamentation would not be jade or gold or silver or silks. It would be some nice wood, these feathers from the bird that likes me, hey look at this cool rock I found I'm gonna polish it like a gemstone, I dug these awesome bones out of my grandmama's garden you think I can do anything with 'em?

Yiling Wei folks are death druids.

[luvrhischier]

losing game // trevor zegras

part 2

pairing: trevor zegras × reader

word count: 3.1k (might have gone a little overboard)

a/n: based on the song arcade by duncan laurence. lyrics are in bold italics (jumped around a lot and changed some lyrics to fit the story). no use of y/n.

a/n two: this is my offering to hockey tumblr pls let me in (f1 offering coming soon maybe idk).

warnings: mentions of sex but no actual smut (bc i suck at writing it), alcohol, angst with no happy ending

You watched as he collected his clothes and put them back on. Turning to you when he reached your bedroom door.

“Bye, babe. See you later.” He winked and left.

Silence ringing inside my head.

You sat up, one hand clutching a blanket to cover your bare body, the other running through your now messy hair trying to tame it. It didn't help. After ten minutes of complete silence and staring off into space you finally dropped the blanket and stood up. You walked over and stared at yourself through your full length mirror, examining your body and all of its features in the lightly lit room. You began to wonder why he didn't feel the same. Of course he wasn't obligated to, but still it made you feel like there was something wrong with you.

A broken heart is all that's left. I lost a couple of pieces.

You both had agreed to this. Friends with benefits in private, best friends in public. Nothing more, nothing less. However, now you felt a small piece of your heart get chipped away every time you hooked up.

Jamie had warned you both that this wasn't a good idea and that it would probably end in disaster, after he accidentally walked in on the two of you, but neither you listened. Both swearing that the two of you would never be anything more than friends, who occasionally hooked up. Now you wished you had listened.

The way Trevor now made you feel was unlike anything you had ever felt. Before he grew to understand your body, even better than you did, and what made it fall apart in those moments of tangled limbs, lips moving in sync, heavy breathing, and extreme pleasure, the two of you were just each other’s best friend. Through the good, the bad, and the ugly. You never wanted anything more until a few months in and you hated yourself for it. You couldn’t help it though Trevor's fun and loving nature carried over into those moments of close intimacy. It made your stomach to erupt with butterflies.

You finally silenced your thoughts and rummaged through your dresser for new clothes. You then picked up the clothes you formerly wore, the pieces scattered across your bedroom floor, tossing them into your laundry basket. You sighed deeply and returned to lay in your bed. You quickly stood up again as small tears began to build in your eyes. You didn't want to lay in the bed you just sex on. In fact, you didn't even want to be in your room. His scent was everywhere. His cologne was all over your bed and the smell began to spread around you like wildfire. You knew it wasn't going away anytime soon, it never did.

You collected yourself and headed to your bedroom door when you saw a crumpled up shirt hiding in a corner of your room. You picked it up and instantly realized it was Trevor's. It was the shirt he was wearing underneath his hoodie and he must have forgotten about it. You tried to stop yourself from taking off your old tattered tee and putting his shirt on instead but you failed. You stood there in shameful silence before finally heading to your living room.

You noticed a glass slightly filled with water sat next to the sink, Trevor must have stopped to get himself a drink before he left. You just wanted to take a nap so you left it there as you went to lay on your couch.

You opened Netflix, just playing a random show you knew you weren't really going to watch, you just wanted to end the silence that flowed through your apartment and sleep.

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You opened your eyes slowly, trying not to be blinded the bright light coming from the t.v. You didn't want to sit up, you just wanted to lay there until you sank into the cushions. You finally checked the time, 8:56 pm, you had slept there for over six hours. You felt your heart stop when your phone began to ring and the screen showed Trevor's name and a picture of the two of you from years ago. You didn't want to pick up but your fingers didn't listen to your heart or your brain.

“Hey babe.” God you hated that nickname so much, it made your heart both shatter and melt.

“Hey Trev,” you groggily mumbled as you stood up heading back to your room. You looked over at your bed and flashbacks from earlier played in your head. Trevor laying on top of you, his lips on your neck, and his hands roaming your body. You shook your head trying to wipe away the memory.

“So, Jamie and I spontaneously decided to throw an end of season party since everyone's here and I wanted to call to see if you'd come,” he sounded happy, excited, and a little hopeful.

“Yeah, that sounds like fun,” you tried to sound as happy as him but you failed and you knew Trevor noticed, he always did. You used to love that he knew you so well, but now it just hurt because he couldn’t, or wouldn’t, notice your true feelings for him.

“What’s wrong?” He asked.

“Nothing I'm totally fine. I just woke up from a nap and I um...” You paused, trying to think of an excuse. “I just need to take a shower and get ready. Bye, see you soon,” you heard him start to say something else but it was too late, you had ended the call. As soon as you hung up Trevor called again. You let out a frustrated groan before hitting decline. You quickly put your phone on do not disturb before he could try to call again and tossed it on your bed, you then went to your closet. You just stood there and looked at your clothes, too lazy to actually look for an outfit. You sighed and decided to take a shower before picking out an outfit.

You stepped in the shower and just stood there for awhile, letting the water run down your body hoping that it would wash away any remaining trace of him.

The hot water felt nice against your cold body but it only reminded you of the warmth you felt when you were with Trevor and you hated it.

Once you were finished you returned to your closet to finally pick an outfit. You didn't feel like getting too dressed up so you opted for something simple, a pair of leggings and a random top. Your breath hitched when you saw what top you had randomly grabbed. It was one of Trevor's team USA jerseys. You didn't even know you had this, he had been looking for it for ages.

Once again you tried to stop yourself from putting it on but you once again failed. You stood there in another shameful silence. You looked at your phone to check the time, 10:05 pm. You sighed before grabbing a random pair of shoes and your keys.

The drive to Trevor and Jamie's house was a quiet one, no music, just the sound of your car tires on the road, passing cars, and your quiet breathing. When you got closer to his house you could see a long line of cars parked along the street and what seemed like never ending groups of people walking through the door. A tiny voice inside your head begged you to turn around immediately and drive back home but it was too late. You had driven all the way here.

You were hit with the smell of booze as soon as you got out of the car. A small part of you wanted to throw up but the rest of you wanted to drink until you blacked out and forgot about him.

The music was loud and people were everywhere making it hard to walk through the crowd full of drunk kids with sweaty bodies. However, the kitchen was less crowded. Vodka was the first thing you saw so that's what you filled your cup with.

You heard a loud and dramatic gasp followed by a familiar laugh and turned to see Jack rushing towards you with open arms.

“I missed you so much!” He beamed and hugged you tightly. You could tell he was a bit drunk by how his words were starting to slur together.

“I missed you more, Jack,” you laughed. “Jack, sweetie you’re suffocating me,” you jokingly muttered out.

“Oops, my bad,” he laughed as he pulled away. He noticed the cup in your hand and grabbed it before taking a quick sip. Before you could jokingly get on to him Luke walked in. You knew he must have been his turn to be on ‘watch drunk Jack duty' by the look on his face.

“There you are! I swear I'm going to a harness and leash so you can’t wander off and I don't have to run around while having a heart attack trying to find you,” he said, slightly out of breath from running around the house and through the sea of people, trying to find Jack. Jack just smiled and shrugged his shoulders causing Luke to roll his eyes. He looked over at you and smiled. “What's up, I missed you!” He exclaimed towards you before pulling you into a quick hug.

“I missed you too,” you smiled back. Before he could reply you both turned to where Jack was once standing only to find that he had wondered off again. Luke rolled his eyes and let out an exasperated sigh.

“I have to go find him again before he does something stupid,” he said begrudgingly. “I'll come back once I find him. I wanna hear about how annoying Zegras has been this season,” he joked while he ran off to find Jack once more.

The mention of his name made your heart feel like it was being ripped out of your chest and squeezed right in front of you. Wanting to distract yourself you looked around and skimmed over the crowd. You didn't want to admit that you were looking for him, but you were. You were about to take a drink of the vodka in your hands when you finally found him. You cursed every single higher being for the sight in front of you. There he was in the corner talking, dancing, and obviously flirting with some blonde girl. Their hands were all over the other’s body and they were close, too close, it made your body go numb. You felt completely defeated.

We were always a losing game.

Now your heart felt like it completely stopped working. You watched as she leaned in to whisper something in his ear with a giggle. The smirk that broke out on his face could've been seen from a mile away. Your cup slipped out of your hand and you felt it splash everywhere. You looked down and let out a shaky sigh. Quickly you grabbed the roll of paper towels and fell to your knees to clean up the mess, but it became harder and harder as your eyes started to blur with tears. You heard mumbling through the ringing in your ears but you didn't look up. You just sat there on the floor furiously cleaning up the spilled alcohol.

You finally looked up when the person shouted your name and placed a hand on your shoulder, snapping you out of your trance. There stood Nico and Quinn. When they saw the tears running down your face both of their eyes filled with worry.

“What's wrong?” Nico questioned as he crouched down next to you.

“I spilled my fucking drink and I have to clean it up.”You continued scrubbing the floor.

“You've cleaned it all up,” he said softly. “You can stop now.” He gently grabbed your hand to stop you.

You looked at the floor and saw that he was right. The alcohol was gone but now it was being replaced with your tears spattering on the floor. You fully sat down on the floor and Nico followed.

“Okay, everyone out of the kitchen now!” Quinn shouted to the few people still standing around you, whispering to each other as they obviously gossiped about your breakdown. You watched as everyone listened and quickly walked away.

Quinn joined the two of you on the ground.

“Why are you crying?” Quinn asked as he scooted over to sit right next to you. You didn't want to say it was because of Trevor. You knew that no matter how much the two of them playfully argued and fought Trevor was like a third younger brother and, though he'd jokingly never admit it, he loved him. He didn't deserve to be burdened with your problems. But deep down he knew and you knew that he knew because of the look on his face.

He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and you let out, in your opinion, a pathetically loud sob as you buried your head into his chest. Quinn didn't even care about the tears and makeup that were most definitely staining his shirt, he just cared about being there for you.

“He's over there with some girl.” you stuttered as you began to hyperventilate. “And I know I shouldn't be acting like this because we're supposed to be just friends but it hurts so fucking bad. God, this is so embarrassing. I'm so fucking stupid. I hate myself!” You lifted your head

“I need you to take some deep breaths. You need to breathe.” Nico softly said. “Breathe.” He took a deep breath of his own so you could follow along.

“Alright, who told me everyone to leave the kitchen?” Jamie interrupted as he entered the kitchen. You looked over and saw that Jack and Luke had walked in too. ‘Fuck!’ You cursed in your head. It was hard enough crying in front of Quinn and Nico, now all of your closest friends were standing there watching you sob on the floor. You watched as they all quickly sobered up.

One by one they all sat on the floor with you. All of them extremely worried. You wanted to somewhat keep your composure so you didn’t freak them out, but you couldn’t hold it in anymore you just let it all out. You knew your makeup was probably a mess and your jersey, his jersey, was covered in tears and running mascara.

“He's over there, with some girl, and they're all over each other and I'm over here crying. God I'm such an idiot!” You hiccuped. You wiped your eyes with the sleeves of his jersey. All of them instantly knew who you were talking about. “You were right Jamie. I should have listened to you. It’s okay you can say ‘I told you so’…" 

“I would never do that,” he said gently.

You watched as Quinn stood up, Jack and Luke quickly followed.

“Be right back.” Quinn mumbled, trying to hide the anger in his voice. You saw the three of them clench their jaws and ball their fists. Before you could protest they were gone. Now it was just you, Jamie, and Nico. They both scooted in closer and engulfed you in a hug.

“I guess giving us up didn't take a lot to him, huh?” You forced a chuckle trying to lighten the mood and joke but neither of them laughed or even looked slightly amused. You sighed. “Deep down I saw the end before it even began, but I still carried on.” You lowered your head.

You heard someone softly say your name and you instantly knew who it was. Trevor. He had that the slight roughness in his voice, the roughness he got after a one too many drinks and you hated that it was still sending shivers down your spine.

“Please look at me.”

You don't know how or where you got the courage, maybe it was because your friends were there to support you and protect you, but not only did you look up, you stood up and marched straight up to him. 

“Babe-”

“Don't call me that! I think you have made it clear that I am not really your ‘babe' so stop torturing me by saying that!” You angrily interrupted. You knew that now everyone was staring at the two of you and the scene you were making.

“What's wrong? Talk to me. Why are you crying?” His eyes were soft and you wanted to let this whole thing go and forgive him but you knew you couldn't, your heart couldn't take this anymore. He took a step towards you as his hand came up and tried to caress you face but you pushed his hand away.

“You! You're what's wrong with me! You’re why I’m crying!” You spat. “I stupidly fell in love with you and loving you is a losing game and I got addicted to it. But now l'm done with your games, I have to be because now I need to go and put myself back together. So game over. I'm getting off of this emotional rollercoaster. I am completely drained because I've spent all of the love I had on you!” Tears streamed down your face like a waterfall and you didn't care you needed to say this before you lost the courage and let him back in. “I know I was nothing more than a quick fuck to you but to me you were everything and more. So this,” you gestured between the two of you. “Whatever this is between us is over and so is our friendship. Because if I stay I'II let you back in and I will shatter into a million pieces and I will never be able to put myself back together again.” You walked past him and quickly headed towards the door.

You didn't want to stop but you remembered what you were wearing. You looked down and saw his now tear stained jersey. You turned around and Trevor was right behind you causing you to run face first into his chest, you quickly pushed him away and saw his eyes filled with hurt, panic, and tears.

“Can we please go up to my room and talk about this?” He pleaded. “I can't lose you...”

You softened for a second before regaining your composure. You didn't answer him, you just pulled his jersey over your head and threw it at him, not caring that you were now shirtless in front of all of these random people.

"Goodbye, Trevor.”

[heartvshand]

No One Can Force Us Out of Our Pajamas

Arranged marriage AU. AAA Week Day 6

Evanora Harkness needs the Vidals to save her company. What's the fastest way for her to achieve this goal? Marry into the family.

No One Can Force Us Out of Our Pajamas  

“Come on, Agatha, get out of bed. We’re supposed to meet with the Vidals today. Rio will be there.” Evanora tapped her wristwatch before leaving the doorway of Agatha’s room, heels clacking on the hardwood floor.

“Finally meeting my betrothed in person? Shocker.” Agatha rolled her eyes and slowly lugged herself out of bed.

“What was that?” Evanora shouted over her shoulder.

“Nothing,” Agatha said, loudly enough to be heard over the sound of her mother’s receding footsteps.

When Agatha joined her mother downstairs, she wore the dress her mother had picked out for her and braced herself for more criticism.

“There you are. Finally. Let’s go.” Evanora led the way to the car. “Keep your snide remarks to yourself today. Don’t be rude to Rio.”

Agatha sighed. “I won’t be rude unless she is.”

“Rio has manners. She wouldn’t be rude to a fly.” Evanora slid into the limousine with a nod to the driver.

“Thanks, Ernie,” Agatha said, sliding in after her.

Ernie shut the door once Agatha was inside. Agatha watched him hustle around to the driver’s side door and open it instead of listening to her mother’s incessant lecturing.

“Agatha, are you listening at all?”

“Mom, I’m twenty-two. I know how to have a relationship with another person.” Agatha didn’t mean to snap; she shut her eyes.

“Don’t take that tone with me.” Evanora slapped her cheek. “And don’t you dare take that tone with the Vidals.”

Agatha huffed and tried to ignore the sting of her mother’s hand. She stayed quiet, staring out the window as they drove to the Vidals’ home.

“You know that Harkness Industries is going to go under if the Vidals don’t buy it. We will lose everything.” Evanora’s voice had an edge; Agatha knew it was her usual warning tone, but she could hear an extra layer of nerves.

She nodded, still determined not to talk to her mother anymore for the rest of the ride.

When they arrived, Agatha saw the Vidals standing outside to greet them. A dark-haired woman she hadn’t met before stood with them, wearing a nicely fitted suit. Agatha’s stomach did a weird flip at the sight, but she tried to ignore that feeling.

“That must be Rio.” Evanora eyed the young woman. “Do whatever she says, you hear me?”

Agatha frowned, already prepared to be defiant.

“Fine, don’t talk to me, but when we open this door, you better speak like your life depends on it, damn it.” Evanora’s face was twisted with anger. “Do you hear me? Answer me.”

“Yes,” she said, quietly, through clenched teeth.

Ernie opened the door.

Evanora slipped out first, and when Agatha joined her, she had a tight smile in place, ready to perform.

Once the initial greetings were over, Mrs. Vidal turned to Agatha with a smile.

“We thought you and Rio could spend the day together, get to know each other a little, while we discuss business,” she said, motioning to Rio.

Rio stepped forward without a word and held out her hand.

“Yes, of course.” Agatha nodded, smile still intact, and took Rio’s hand.

Rio led Agatha away quietly. They headed inside and up a giant set of stairs; all the while Rio held her hand.

Agatha stole glances at her as they walked down a hallway. Up close, she was even more beautiful. She swallowed and tried to ignore her attraction. This was a business arrangement.

Rio let out a heavy exhale once they were standing in a smaller room with several fancy, cushioned chairs, and art on the walls instead of windows. She gestured to the chairs with her free hand. “Have a seat wherever.”

“Oh, um, thanks.” Agatha let go of Rio’s hand and sat down in the first chair. 

“So,” Rio said, holding the ‘o’ a little longer. “I’m Rio. Nice to actually meet you.”

She plopped down in the chair across from Agatha, a softer smile had replaced her public one.

Agatha eyed her. “I’m Agatha. Nice to meet you, too. But. This is all so stupid.”

Rio laughed. “Yeah, super archaic practice, right?”

Agatha nodded vigorously. “Yes! It’s so creepy.”

Smiling, Rio rested her head in her hand. “Yeah. So. How old are you?”

“Twenty-two. You?”

“Twenty-three.” Rio rolled her eyes. “We’re adults. We really shouldn’t let them have a say in our love lives like this.”

Tension loosened in Agatha’s shoulders. “Yeah. Were you seeing anyone? Before this matchmaking happened, I mean?”

Rio shook her head. “No, which is probably why they thought they could get away with this nonsense. What about you?”

“Yeah, this woman named Jen. But I was on the brink of breaking up with her anyway.” Agatha sighed. “But when my mom said I needed to break up with her and marry you, I kinda just wanted to keep seeing Jen out of spite. But…I couldn’t. Obviously.”

She looked at Agatha with a sadness in her eyes. “I’m sorry your mom did that to you.”

She shrugged. “It’s fine. Like I said, Jen was getting on my nerves, the relationship was over. I just didn’t want my mom to tell me I had to do something.”

With a small chuckle, Rio said, “I get it. I’m still sorry. Your mother shouldn’t have that kind of say over your life.”

She shifted in the chair, averting her gaze from Rio’s to the floor. “Yeah. Not the worst thing she’s done to me, so I guess it pales in comparison.”

Rio’s brow furrowed. “Oh. I’m sorry you have that kind of parent.”

Agatha looked up. “Thanks. Um, so anyway. What do you…do?”

Rio shifted, angling herself toward Agatha more. “I’m the heir to the business, of course. But.”

She looked out into the hallway and then looked back to Agatha with a mischievous glint in her eye. “That isn’t my dream job.”

Agatha laughed, looking at her with curiosity. “Okay, then what is?”

“I want to make movies.” She pulled out her phone and tapped on the screen for a brief moment. “Look. These are mine.”

She tilted her phone toward Agatha and scrolled slowly through a website with a bunch of short film titles and embedded videos.

“Who is Lady Death?” I frowned.

“Oh. It’s an alias. I can’t be me, you know? Nobody can know.” Rio slid her phone back into her pocket.

“Oh.” Agatha swallowed. “I’m sorry. Those seem fun.”

“It’s okay. My parents can’t tell me to stop since they don’t know.” She gave a wide smile and chuckled.

Agatha ran her fingers over the cushion of the chair and studied the other lady, unsure what to say. She felt a little jealous that Rio had a secret that her parents couldn’t touch; she couldn’t think of anything she could share that was like that.

She was enjoying looking into Rio’s eyes and felt unsure how to continue the conversation. She wanted to ask something, but suddenly, she couldn’t remember what kinds of questions to even ask. She eyed the suit and the way Rio’s fingers drummed on the armrests.

When she looked back to her face, she found Rio watching her with a soft gaze.

“Hey,” Rio said, quietly. “I know all this is weird and stupid. But I want you to know I’ll look out for you. I won’t let anything bad happen to you, and…I won’t hurt you. Like, I know sometimes people get into situations like this, and they wind up with someone who…hurts them. Or is cruel. I-I’m not like that. I don’t want that to be our dynamic.”

Agatha’s chest fluttered. She swallowed and nodded. “Thank you. I don’t want that either. I…I have to admit I was nervous you were going to lead me to some sex dungeon or something, because the last thing my mom did before we got out of the car was threaten me and tell me to do whatever you said. Then you led me away. So…you know.”

Agatha laughed, shook her head, and looked down; her hair fell forward hiding her face a little. She pulled it back.

Rio shook her head and crossed her arms. “Yeah, no, that would have been insane. I would have cried if you’d done that to me. I don’t have a sex dungeon. And I-I mean, you’re very pretty, and I would be with you for real, but I respect you and want that to be a choice we choose together.”

She shifted in her seat, crossing and uncrossing her legs, and picked at the cushion, keeping her eyes on Agatha. “I’m okay if this is just a…friendship. I want it to be whatever you want it to be, okay? And it can change obviously, like, we decide on something now and change our minds later, but…you know, I—I don’t want either of us to feel like…hostages or—or um, you know, captives or something.”

Agatha felt all of the tension and nerves fade. She nodded furiously. “Thank you for saying that. I really appreciate that and agree.”

Agatha took a deep breath and let out a shaky exhale. She ran her fingers through her hair and bit her lip. She eyed the walls, wondering if Rio had made these strange paintings or if her parents would allow such a thing. She was just thankful she didn’t have anyone to answer to right now. Nobody could see her. There weren’t any spots for someone to look in at them, paparazzi or otherwise. “I’m glad this room doesn’t have windows.”

Rio laughed and leaned forward. “I picked it on purpose for that reason. I hate when people can get photos of private moments like this.”

“Me, too.” She held her gaze, a small smile on her lips. “And, um, you’re very pretty, too.”

Rio smirked. “Thanks.”

Agatha pointed to the paintings. “Did you paint these? They’re kind of…haunting.”

“I did!” Rio sat up straighter. “I told my parents I bought them from an independent artist online. They didn’t want them in any of the shared spaces. But we came to the compromise that they could go in my bedroom or my office. Those were the only acceptable options.”

Laughing, she followed Agatha’s gaze. Agatha was staring at the one closest to the door. It was a white mask, with a dark silhouette of a person behind it, there was a hand removing the mask from the face. Peeking out from behind the mask was a skeletal face that Agatha couldn’t look away from.

“For a skeleton, it feels like there’s a lot of emotion in that image.” Agatha turned her attention back to the other woman. “What’s that one called?”

Rio’s face warmed. “A Peek Behind the Mask.”

“I like it.” Agatha was quiet for a moment, studying one of the other paintings. She pointed to it. “Is that one inspired by the Salem witch trials?”

“Yeah,” she said. “I really like witches.”

“Are you a witch?” Agatha said, narrowing her eyes.

“Maybe someday, when the time is right.” Rio laughed. “Are you?”

“I wish. It would really…fix some things in my life.” She sighed and then realized something and quickly turned her attention from the painting to Rio. “Wait. You live here?”

“Yep.” Rio rubbed her neck. “Why?”

“I live with my mom.” Agatha felt a weird sensation coming over her. “Will you and I live together?”

Rio smiled, nodding slowly. “Yes, I believe they’ll expect us to do that.”

“Without our parents?” She felt her body tense with anticipation.

“OH! Yeah, definitely not living with them. Nobody needs to live with their in-laws, arranged marriage or not.” Rio shuddered at the idea.

Agatha’s soul soared with this revelation. “Oh my god. This might give us both the most freedom we’ve ever had.”

Rio cocked her head to the side. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, your paintings, your movies, you could…we could have a space for those things. It would be wherever you wanted to have them.” Agatha was nearly bouncing in her chair with excitement.

Rio’s eyes widened. “Oh my god, you’re right. Hot damn. We’re going to have so much fun. We have my art to account for. What do you want to be able to do at home that you can’t now?”

Agatha’s expression was unreadable for a moment. She bit her lip and after a lot of roving around the room, her eyes landed back on Rio.

“I’d like to be able to just…exist without being expected to be a certain way.”

Rio tilted her head. “What do you mean?”

She sighed and threw her hands up. “I don’t know. I want-I want to be able to wear my pajamas after ten in the morning without it meaning I’m depressed or letting myself go. I want to be able to read, do puzzles, play games, without worrying about how that might look to the staff or, like, what they could leak about me or what my mother might say or do if I’m doing things her way.”

She ran her hand through her hair and shrugged. She stood up and paced, walking the length of the rug in one direction, then turning back and following to its other end. She stopped in front of Rio’s painting with the witches lined up, burning at the stake.

Rio stayed quiet, watching her.

Agatha turned to look at her. “Is that…okay?”

“Of course.” Rio nodded. She got up and walked over to stand next to Agatha. “We’ll live on our own terms for once. Whatever makes you happy, okay?”

“Whatever makes you happy, too,” Agatha said, glancing at her lips and back to her eyes.

Rio smiled. “This will be fun.”

“Yeah,” she said.

“I-I do hate to ask, but I need to. Is it okay if we start as friends and work our way to a real engagement?” Rio said. “I’d prefer to take it slow, get to know each other.”

She nodded. “Yes, that would be wonderful. Way better than what I was worried about when I showed up.”

“Thanks. I’m glad we’re on the same page. Um. Would it be okay if I hugged you?” she said, timidly.

Agatha wrapped her arms around Rio and gave her a good squeeze. When Rio’s arms were around her, their bodies pressed together, her breath hitched. This was nice. She felt…safe. She rested her head on Rio’s shoulder and held on to her tightly, staring at the skeletal face on the wall, wondering if that was maybe intended to be a self-portrait. Her eyes fluttered shut and she stayed quiet, holding on to Rio.

Rio held on to her, cradling her head. She was careful not to mess up Agatha’s hair as she gently stroked it. She could tell Agatha found relief in the hug, so she didn’t want to be the one to disengage. She wondered how often Agatha was afforded comfort. From the little she’d learned about the relationship between Agatha and her mother, Rio suspected it might not be very often.

Agatha let out a big sigh and pulled away. “Sorry. I-um, thank you. I needed that.”

Rio smiled. “Of course. Anything you need, Agatha. I’m here.”

“Thank you,” she said, staying put. Her hand still cupping Rio’s elbow fell away, but neither of them moved. They stood in front of each other while Rio worked up the nerve to bring up the business aspect of this whole situation. She rubbed her neck and stuck her hand in her pocket.

Finally, she said, “Um. I-I was asking if that was okay, because that’s what I’d like for us privately. But, um, you know, publicly, we will have to start being seen on dates, and I’ll have to propose after, like, the fifth date. And I don’t want that public stuff to…put pressure on anything between us.”

Agatha’s brow furrowed as she listened. “Oh. Yeah, okay. Sure. You mean, we’ll have the pretend relationship for our parents and the public, and we’ll have our real one for…just us.”

“Yeah, and I don’t want all of that to make you feel any kind of way about me, or us, or anything. They can force us to do certain things, but…you know, they can’t force us out of our pajamas in our own home.” Rio scratched her head. “I think that’s an old saying.”

Leaning into Rio, Agatha laughed and gripped her arm. “They can’t force us out of our pajamas in our own home. If it’s not an old saying, we can make it one.”

Rio smiled, feeling the warmth of Agatha’s hand through her jacket. She was thrilled she actually liked the woman standing in front of her. She’d be scared Agatha would be horrible, and mean, and hateful to her. But here they were, laughing and sharing secrets, already creating inside jokes.

Rio’s phone buzzed, which caused her to let out a groan.

Agatha frowned. “What is it?”

“Pretty sure that means it’s time to go.” Rio pulled her phone out to double check. “Yeah. They’re done with their meeting.”

Rio licked her lips. “Listen, they’re expecting some sort of confirmation we’re good to go. So. I-maybe this is stupid. I got us these…I don’t know. We can call them promise rings or something.” She fumbled with a small box she pulled from her jacket pocket.

“They’re just, like, silver little bands. They have our names engraved on the inside. My parents made some calls and got your ring size from your preferred jewelry shop. Or—um, well, it’s probably your mom’s shop, yeah?” Rio shook her head and sighed. “I’m sorry. I’m way better at being romantic when it’s not…a business transaction. I swear.”

Agatha giggled. “You’re doing great.”

Rio’s fingers shook a little as she opened the box. Two, thin, matching silver bands rested inside. Rio picked up one and held it out for Agatha to see the engraving on the inside.

“See, it says Rio,” she said, handing it to Agatha. “And this one says Agatha.”

She held on to that one and slipped the empty box back in her pocket.

“OH. Shit. Wait.” Rio laughed and shook her head. “Oh my god. I did that wrong. Here, switch me please?”

Agatha, smiling wide, handed her the ring that said Rio.

Rio paused again. “Wait. Do you want the one that says Rio or the one that says Agatha? I—I got them sized for us to have each other’s names, but we can get them resized if you want us to have our own names.”

Agatha placed a hand on hers. “The way you did it sounds great and will probably be better for appearances, you know? You’ve done great. This is really neat. Thank you.”

Rio, still feeling flustered, nodded with a half-smile. “Thanks.”

Agatha smiled, encouraging her to continue.

Rio licked her lips and said, “Um, in that case, here you go.”

She handed Agatha the ring that said Agatha. “You can put that one on me, and I’ll put the one that says Rio on you.”

Agatha fumbled with Rio’s hand for a moment and slowly slid the ring over Rio’s finger. Once she was done, she held her hand out, and Rio slipped the matching band on to Agatha’s finger.

“Thanks. Sorry. Please don’t let that influence how cool you think I am.” Rio flipped her hair over her shoulder, smirking.

Agatha shook her head. “It was incredibly endearing. If I was nervous about anything before, you’ve just put it all to bed.”

Rio raised her eyebrows. “Really?”

“Yeah, you’re very sweet.” Agatha bit her lip. “And kind.”

Rio’s phone buzzed again. She closed her eyes. “I’m so sorry. We’ve gotta go. Let’s exchange numbers and message, okay?”

They quickly exchanged numbers before Rio led her from the room, once again, holding her hand from the moment they exited the room.

Agatha got the impression that any questions she might still have, she should wait until she was able to send her a message privately, so she refrained from speaking.

Rio smiled at her. “I’ve enjoyed our time together today.”

Agatha eyed the photographs and plaques on the walls around them, paying more attention to her surroundings on the walk out.

“Yeah,” she said, quietly. “I’ve really had a good time. When will we see each other again?”

Rio tilted her head. “When do you want to?”

“Soon?” Agatha glanced at the curio cabinets with the trinkets. “Those are fun.”

“Yeah, that would be great.” Rio glanced to where she was pointing. “Yeah, that’s my glass menagerie. I got obsessed with that play and started my own little glass animal collection.”

She leaned in, pressing her lips to Agatha’s hair. “It’s the only acceptable hobby I have.”

Agatha laughed and felt a shiver go down her spine. Rio’s breath against her ear was a sensation she’d certainly be thinking about later.

Agatha saw the staircase up ahead and abruptly fell silent.

Rio winked and mouthed, “Good idea,” before leading the way downstairs.

Once they were downstairs, Evanora and Mr. and Mrs. Vidal greeted them. They eyed the two, bright smiles on everyone’s faces.

“It was great seeing you again, Agatha,” Mrs. Vidal said, taking her hand and patting it. “So glad you and Rio seem to get on well.”

Her finger tapped the new ring on Agatha’s hand.

Agatha nodded, her big smile in place. “Yes, it’s great to see you, and Rio, she’s lovely. Thank you for having me.”

Rio and Agatha shared a brief glance as the goodbyes continued.

Once they were back in the car, Evanora eyed her hand. “So, it went well?”

Agatha held up her hand. “Yep.”

Evanora made a small noise and returned to her phone. “Good. Maybe she’ll keep you in line. We’re closing on our deal once you two are engaged. Do you know when you plan to make the engagement announcement?”

Agatha thought of several biting comebacks, but instead, she shut her eyes and thought of Rio and their future home where no one could tell them what to do. She thought of the way hugging Rio felt. Exhaling, she said, “During the fifth date, we’ll get engaged.”

“Good. That’s sooner than we had speculated during our meeting. Excellent.” Evanora paused with her typing on her phone screen. “When’s the first date?”

Agatha pulled out her phone. “Oh, um, let me double check my calendar.”

Instead of checking her calendar, she quickly texted Rio.

Agatha: Mom’s asking when our first date is, help!

Rio: Friday, I’ll pick you up at 4pm, and we will be out extremely late.

Agatha appreciated how quickly Rio had replied. She was able to play it off like it was a note in her calendar.

She looked up at her mom and said, “This Friday. She’s picking me up at four, and we’re going to be out very late.”

“Oh, what will you be doing?” Evanora said, her fingers still hovering over her screen.

Agatha shrugged. “She said it was a surprise.”

Evanora nodded and went back to tapping on her phone.

Agatha looked back down at her phone and sent a message to Rio.

Agatha: Thanks. She started grilling me in the car. Really appreciated your quick reply.

Rio: No problem. Did you want to video chat later or we could sneak out and hang out somewhere privately? No pressure. I get the sense it might be a bit…lonely at home.

Agatha smiled and glanced out the window. They were arriving home already. She sighed and headed inside. She shut herself away in her room and flopped down on the bed. She looked at her phone. She wasn’t sure if she’d said enough that Rio had understood what she didn’t say, or Rio was perceptive. Either way, it was a relief to know someone knew her home life wasn’t whatever the public assumed about it.

She tapped out a response and hit send.

 Agatha: It is. Yeah, I’d love to do both of those things. Maybe a video chat later today, but maybe we could hang out before our first date? Without them knowing?

Rio: Perfect. We could grab coffee tomorrow. I know a place. I can pick you up.

Agatha: Excellent. I’m thankful you’re cool.

Agatha nervously awaited a reply, but Rio didn’t keep her waiting long. Just long enough to type something back.

Rio: I’m happy you’re cool, too, and I’m glad we’re on the same page about everything. It’s a really big relief. I thought…I don’t know…I was nervous we wouldn’t get along.

Agatha: Same here. What time do you want to chat later?

Rio looked at her phone and thought for a moment. She wanted to say they could chat now, but would that be too much? She bit her lip and went for it.

Rio:Wanna chat now? I mean, we can later, too, but no pressure.

Agatha didn’t reply, instead, she hit the button and started a video call. Rio hurried to her room and answered.

“Hey,” Rio said, resting her head against the headrest. She stretched out on her bed and smiled.

Agatha was grinning ear to ear. “Hey.”

“What are you up to?” Rio eyed the background. “Are you in your room, too?”

She nodded. “Yeah. Want to see it?”

“Sure.” Agatha flipped the camera around. “Be warned that this is not how I decorate. This is all the approved things I was able to decorate with.”

Rio laughed and took in the view.

“Lots of ceramics, feels kinda boring, but maybe it’s not. Maybe it’s just boring because I didn’t have much say.” Agatha laughed. “Feels like I picked the most interesting things out of a boring catalog.”

“It’s nice, but I’m curious. How would you decorate if you had full creative control?” Rio’s hair fell across her face.

Agatha watched Rio flip the stray hair out of her face. She smiled, flipping the camera back to face herself.

“Well,” she said, “I’ll talk your ear off if you ask me that.”

Rio tilted her hair. “I’ll listen until my ears fall off. Tell me about it.”

Agatha beamed. She took a deep breath and launched into her dream room while Rio listened attentively, weighing in with affirmative murmurs and questions at all the right times.

Agatha felt the hopefulness swell up inside her chest for the second time that day. Maybe this really wouldn’t be the worst arrangement.

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This is all I could write for the day, but I might come back add chapters later.

[milkpup]

｡⋆ʚ♡ throwing it back for the blue

‹𝟹 nsfw! 18+ oneshot

art creds: soy / twitter -> https://pin.it/6GKWjQW

ʚ ao3 ɞ / ʚ kofi ɞ / ʚ fic masterlist ɞ

by cafekitsune

›› toji fushiguro x reader ›› 18+! f!reader/m ›› date published: 12/8/23 ›› 3k words

‹𝟹 summary:You're tired from exams, hoping to rush home and take a quick shower and sleep. Unluckily for you, you get pulled over on your way home by Officer Toji Fushiguro.

‹𝟹 fandom: jjk , jujutsu kaisen

‹𝟹 genres/warnings: police au, insults, dubious consent, power imbalance, impact play

‹𝟹 tags: police au, police uniforms, uniform kink, cop toji, rough sex, manipulation, coercion, people pleaser, public sex, sex on a car, abuse of authority, au - no powers, dubious consent, being called a good girl, praise kink, degradation, choking, spit / spitting, spit kink, face slapping, slapping, spanking, vaginal sex, dry humping, cunnilingus, hair pulling, breeding, vaginal fingering, fingerfucking, name calling, pet names, dilf toji, toji is his own warning, toji has a big dick

‹𝟹 notes: this story is originally posted on my ao3! hope y'all like it here too! i just wanna say that this is all fantasy. i am actually against cops but ima be real.... i still got fantasies lmfao X_X enjoy!

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Throwing it Back for the Blue by milkpup

It’s finals week at your college. You had your last final of the week, and it ended late at night. Yawning as you’re driving, you want to get home as soon as possible. You silently curse yourself for living off-campus, it would have been nice to live at the dorms and have a short walk back. You valued your independence and freedom, however, and that is why you opted for a more expensive off-campus living arrangement.

You look at the clock on the dash of your car: 10:43. You just want to hurry up and shower, snuggle in bed, and drift to sleep. It wasn’t worth it taking the main highways, there would probably be lots of traffic from people going out on a Friday night. You take a less-used road, it won’t add much more time, and you could honestly make up for it if you went a little faster. Plus, cops don’t usually care enough to check out back roads.

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Toji specifically chose this intersection because it wasn’t used as frequently. He didn’t want to camp out on a main highway, that’s more work, and for what? He always lived by the motto of working smarter, not harder.

He’s backed up on a street, lights of his motorcycle turned off. The abundant foliage and trees add more darkness, and it doesn’t help there’s very few street lights on these roads. Toji wanted to just take a break, smoke a cigarette, and wait until his shift was over. He already met whatever “quota” for traffic citations he was tasked with, he just needed to wait until he was off at midnight and could make his way back to his apartment.

He leisurely sat upon his motorcycle, lighting a cigarette and taking a long drag. He exhaled and watched as the smoke dissipated in the cool air. He clicked his tongue. He was slightly ticked off he hadn’t taken a patrol car instead. He usually used the motorcycle, but the brisk fall air was not pleasant against his uniform. The black button up hugged his muscles and body, he was glad he at least chose the long sleeve today. Although he had a bad habit of rolling his sleeves up anyways, constantly creasing and wrinkling his uniform. Thick but tight black pants with a gold stripe running along the sides provided him minimal warmth, however. The long black leather boots all motorcycle patrols wore made up for the inadequate coverage on his legs.

He groaned, feeling the cool air start to affect him. His moment of complaint didn’t last long as he watched a car run right through the stop sign in front of him. He clicked his tongue again. Whatever, at least it gives me something to pass the time. He quickly dropped his cigarette and snuffed it out with his boot, before turning his headlights and sirens on.

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As you flew past the intersection, you saw red and blue flashing lights appear not too far behind you, picking up speed and getting closer.

“Fuck.” You groaned out loud. You were sure no cops would be there; why would they ever be there? They never were before. “This fucking sucks. I definitely fucked up.” You pulled over to the side of the road soon after.

The first thing you see as the officer approaches your window is how built he is. How taut his clothes are against his skin. You gulp. You feel like a fucking pervert, thinking these kind of thoughts in this kind of situation.

“Good evening, miss,” the officer greets you as your window finishes rolling down. “Do you know why I pulled you over tonight?”

You try to gulp again, but your mouth is instantly dry. You feel like a deer caught in headlights. In a way, you are. “N-no… officer. I’m sorry I don’t know.” You’re looking everywhere but this officer. You have confrontation issues in general, and a person with authority absolutely kicks your anxiety into overdrive. You’re sweating so much, you once read in an article to act like you don’t know why you’re being pulled over.

Toji clicks his tongue. “Little miss, you were driving exceptionally over the speed limit, not to mention you completely flew past a stop sign before I pulled you over. Do you understand how reckless that is?” You can’t see into his face very well with his helmet covering his head. You chose to look at his abdomen, but that’s not much help either.

“I-I understand,” you meekly stumble out. Your cheeks are flush, and you feel like you’re about to cry. You don’t want to get in trouble; you’re instantly apologetic for not being more careful.

Toji smirks. “Very well, license, registration, and insurance please, little miss.”

You shuffle around, pulling your bag into your lap. Grabbing your license and insurance card out of your wallet before reaching into the glove compartment to retrieve your registration. Your shirt hikes up a bit as you lean over to grab your stuff, and Toji takes this time to observe the scene. At least, that’s what he says he’s doing. In reality, he’s looking at the exposed skin from your shirt lifting and your leggings that hug your body. He licks his lips, thinking of an idea.

You move back up, handing him the materials. “Thank you, darling. Wait here while I run your information.” He says as he retreats towards his motorcycle. He radios dispatch, giving them your plate number and other necessary information.

He’s flipping your ID back and forth in his hand. He shamelessly takes a picture of it. He wants to remember you and where you live. Is it an abuse of power? Yes. And he fucking loves it. Your record is clean, tags are up to date, and the only thing wrong was your reckless driving this one time. He might just be nice and let you off with a warning.

He returns to your car, handing your documents over. He places an arm against the door frame, leaning against it. “Miss Y/N. I can tell you’re tired, and it’s probably because you have finals at the local university. I sympathize with you, and I’ll let you off with a warning this time. You have a clean record, and seem like a good girl who means no harm.” Toji smirks while looking down at you. You meet his gaze, feeling a wave of relief come crashing against you. You’re about to sigh with relief, before Toji finishes his statement. “However, because I’m such a nice guy willing to overlook a careless mistake for you, I need you to do something for me.”

You’re momentarily confused, as he’s reaching above his head to take off his helmet. His inky locks fall into place as his helmet comes off. He has vibrant jade eyes, piercing right through you as he looks down at you. “If you resist detainment, I will have no other option to arrest you. And we both don’t want that. So be a good little bitch and listen to me.”

Your heart is pounding so loud you could barely hear him telling you to get out of your car. “Step out of the vehicle, now.” You do not want to fuck with this guy, and you’d do anything if it meant you would still have a clean record.

As you’re opening the door and about to step out, he grabs your wrist and flips you around to pin you against your car. You can’t see much in the darkness, the only lights around to illuminate the area were his bike’s headlights and your car’s. He’s pressed up behind you, holding your arms against your back. His muscular and rigid body felt warm against yours. You couldn’t help but feel yourself getting wet as you could feel his hot breath against your neck behind you.

Toji was taking in every feeling of your body that he could. He spread your legs apart with his thigh, pushing against your core. You whimper as his thigh pushes against your cunt. You could already feel your juices soaking through your thin layers. Your black leggings didn’t do much to provide any modesty, he could see every curve and dip. He felt moisture as his thigh pushed into you more, and he had a cocky grin plastered on his face.

“Are you really getting turned on from this? Such a fucking slut that getting pushed against your car by an officer has you dripping already?” Your mind started spinning as he started degrading you. Your only response was a pathetic moan as he bit your neck slightly. He was leaving a mark on his toy for the night. It wasn’t going to be the last one he makes.

Toji groped your ass through your tights, feeling how soft and plush they felt. He felt his cock start straining underneath his pants as he pressed against your ass. Toji picked up speed and pressure, increasing the friction as he dry humped your ass. Your pants and squirming under his touch was a sight he could barely handle.

“Will you be a good toy for me, Y/N? I don’t want to get you in trouble, doll.” He muttered out as he kept pushing against your ass.

“Yes, sir.” You barely get the words out as Toji grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls you up. He tilts your head towards him slightly.

“Open, bitch.” You comply immediately, your cunt gushing more everytime he insults you. You’ve been used to praise your whole life, people taking care of you and treating you gently. But this? This was new and exciting. He spat in your mouth before pushing you against the car again. “Good girl,” he hummed.

“Strip from the waist down but leave your panties on, sweetheart.” He moved away from you, allowing you space to take your leggings off. You quickly removed them, tossing them back into the car.

In the time you took your leggings off, Toji moved to the front of the car. You finished undressing stood in front of him before he pushed you down against the hood of the car. He lifted your leg by the thigh, leaving one to support you and pushing the other on top of the car.

He spit on his fingers, moving them towards your already dripping cunt. “Tell me how this feels, doll.” He coos as he pushes one thick finger into your needy hole, pushing your panties to the side. You shamelessly moan as he pushes deep inside with his index finger. Toji immediately feels how tight your little cunt already is with just one of his fingers. He licks his lips devilishly, excited at the idea of stretching you out with his thick cock.

He adds another finger, and you already feel like you can’t take much more than this. He’s relentlessly fingerfucking your cunt as you’re pushed against your car. Your juices are dripping down his hand, as you’re panting and feeling your body heat up more.

He snakes a hand towards your neck, choking you as he pulls you up. “Do you like this, you little slut?” He asks you as he continues fucking your tight hole with his thick fingers. You’re too lost in the sensations to answer, a pathetic whimper the most you can manage. He pulls you by the hair to again, forcing you to make eye contact. “I asked you a question, didn’t I bitch? Fucking answer me.” He grunts out as he spits onto your face.

“It feels sho good, sir…” You slur your words. He’s fucking you with his fingers than any of the men you were with could do with their cocks. You’re already hooked, and he isn’t even fucking you yet.

He pulls his fingers out, much to your disappointment and groan of protest, before he licks his fingers and tastes your cunt. Fuck, she tastes fucking amazing. Little whore has a cunt that is just begging me to eat it.

He lights your other leg and flips you over onto your back. You can finally meet his gaze where you notice he’s staring at you like you’re his prey. He smirks as he drops down to his knees to be at eye level with your cunt. He normally doesn’t care for eating out the women he fucks, he usually only care about his own pleasure. But your taste, your moans, your body… they’re all intoxicating. And he would never pass up an opportunity for a free meal.

You feel his breath against your cunt as he approaches. He starts by kissing your inner thighs before reaching your core, where he gives a teasing flick of his tongue.

He looks up at you as you react, grinning against your pussy. He moves his tongue up to your clit, swirling around it. Your body trembles under his touch. He kisses and sucks your button, before giving it a gentle nibble. He wants to see how your body reacts whenever he does anything. Toji moves back down towards your tight hole, before he pushes his tongue inside. He rubs your clit as he tongue fucks your cunt, causing you to buck your hips against his face.

He moves back up to your clit, not wanting it to feel left out. He pushes another finger in your hole as he sucks your button. You moan profusely, feeling something build between your legs. You grab his raven locks and push him against your cunt more. “Please! Ah! I’m close-“ you stumble out as you feel yourself approaching the edge of pleasure. “More! Please! Fuck!!” You can barely get even one-syllable words out between your moans.

Toji fingerfucks you harder and faster, trying to get you to cum on his mouth. You whimper and tremble as you feel yourself being pushed over the edge, causing quite a mess. Toji is surprised, he didn’t realize you would be a squirter, but he laps up every last drop of essence as you orgasm.

He moves away as he reaches to unbuckle his belt. “Good girl… now it’s my turn.” You’re practically panting as he frees his cock from his tight uniform pants.

He moves towards you, lining the tip up with your hole. “You’re gonna take this like a good slut for me, right?” He deviously smirks while looking down at you.

“Yes, si-“ you begin to say. But before you finish, he bottoms out and forces his whole length inside at once. You yelp in shock, and a bit of pain. He’s exceptionally big, and the thickness is not helping either. He grunts as he stretches your tight hole. He lifts both your legs above his shoulders, pushing his body against yours. He has you in a mating press, ready to fuck you until you can’t even move after.

“You’re so tight, Y/N. Tighter than any bitch I’ve ever had in my life.” His jade eyes look down at you as he says that. Your walls clamp around his thick cock at the compliment, you get high off of being praised.

“Open, sweetheart.” Toji commands you once again, before he spits into your mouth again. This time though, he follows it up with the most aggressive kiss you’ve ever felt. He’s forcing every part of his body against yours, tugging at your bottom lip and biting it. He tastes the metallic essence, and feels his cock throb. You moan against his forceful kiss, while he fucks you hard and deep.

He pulls back until just the tip remains, before slamming back into your hole at full force. You moan at the action, feeling his cock hit your cervix. You’re sure he’s going to bruise you, but you don’t care. You wrap your arms around his neck as he drills his cock into your cunt.

He pulls his lips from yours, and spits on you again. He moves a cock to your neck, applying pressure that makes your head dizzy. You can hardly breathe, your head feeling lightheaded as he fucks you dumb.

“Your cunt is amazing, sweetheart. It’s perfect for me.” He coos as he releases his grip around your throat and allows you to catch your breath. Your moment of respite is short-lived, as he slaps your cheek, leaving a red mark. “I might have to make you my bitch from now on. I can’t stand the idea of someone else fucking this tight hole.” He smacks you again, and you look up at him through half-lidded eyes.

You look like you’re enjoying every second this goes on, and Toji notices it. He moves his hand towards your cunt, lightly rubbing your clit. He fucks harder into you, causing your eyes to roll back. “You like being a good bitch for me, huh? I already knew you liked being praised, so I considered going soft on you. But you’re actually a dirty girl who likes being degraded and used, as long as I finish it off with a bit of praise, aren’t you? You’ve probably dreamt of someone having their way with you, roughing you up, and insulting you.” He spit on you again, and you clamped down around him tighter the moment he did so. He rubs your clit more, noticing you’re approaching the edge as well.

“Fuck, Y/N. I’m gonna cum soon. I’m going to fill you up with my cum. Be a good toy and cum with me, sweetheart.” He fucked into you harder, increasing speed and changing the angle to hit your sweet spot more. “I’m gonna knock you up, baby.” The moment his words rolled off his tongue you felt yourself cumming harder than you thought possible. You had a death grip around his cock as you clenched down, trembling and shaking under his weight. The added friction and pressure sent Toji over the edge as well, as he painted your insides white with his thick cum.

You were both panting, trying to catch your breaths. Toji lifted a hand to your cheek and caressed it before kissing your forehead. “That was amazing, doll.” He pulled out from inside of you, adjusting your panties so none of his seed could drip out. He wanted to make sure you stayed full until you got home.

Toji zips his pants and buckles them back up, before reaching inside your car to get your leggings. He hands then to you, watching you get dressed in front of him.

“So, as per our deal, you are let off with a warning. Please understand the consequences of your dangerous actions. There won’t always be someone nice like me to let you off and get you off,” He finished as he smirks. You blush after hearing his words.

“Thank you, officer. I really appreciate it.” You respond back to him, meeting his gaze once more.

“I’m going to follow you home, to make sure you get back safely.” He grins. You smile back at him and thank him, before getting into your car. You won’t speed away this time.

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‹𝟹 end notes: i hope you enjoyed it! feedback is ALWAYS appreciated! originally posted on my ao3! i post there more consistently!

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svt as boyfriends ♡ jeonghan edition

member: yoon jeonghan genre: fluff, bullet points, established relationship word count: 668 summary: jeonghan's boyfriend things <3 warnings: none! author's note: i totally forgot to write this oops but heeeey it's done and it's jeonghan's turn! school has been a lot so i'm sorry that I haven't been posting as much </3 I'm trying to write more in my free time so we'll see :O

I feel like Jeonghan would be the “silent boyfriend”

Jeonghan gives the perfect college boyfriend vibes and I love that for him idk

Quality Time 

Jeonghan slays so hard at quality time

As I said, Jeonghan gives college bf vibes and it’s totally because of his love of quality time! 

When you are doing work, he’d totally agree to sit with you somewhere on campus or in a local cafe to study with you and help you memorize terms for your next exam! 

If you don’t go to school, he’d totally help you with your work projects too!!!

If you don’t have work projects either, he’d just be there for you if you are having a rough day, just as someone to lean on and to listen to you talk <3 

He’s so caring I love him

He would also definitely love to go on night walks with you when it’s late! He would totally find a spot where y’all can see the stars and take you there so you can stargaze and share some snacks 

Words of Affirmation 

Jeonghan is totally a “sweetie” or “baby” kind of guy and you cannot change my mind about it at all 

I can imagine Jeonghan coming home from a long practice or something and finding you in the living room. He’d sit next to you on the couch and lean against you and be all like, “Hi baby, how was your day?” 

(I’d actually scream pls) 

He would always say sweet things to you like “I missed you, baby” or “I love spending time with you” aaaaaa 

Jeonghan is a compliment machine so never think he would keep his thoughts to himself 

“Sweetie, I love the outfit you wore the other day! It looked perfect on you” 

(sobbing) 

Physical Touch

Jeonghan obsessed with little or light touches 

Loves holding hands when you’re waiting in line for something, or resting his hand on your knee when you’re sitting together on public transport 

And of course don’t forget about the back hugs when you’re doing something like dishes, brushing your teeth or literally just standing and texting your friend back

Head pats !!! Loves just patting your head and combing through your hair slightly

Y’all would be the couple that I strive to be a part of in my dreams 

Just imagine Jeonghan being a cuddly bf :( 

Acts of Service 

Helping you brush and do your hair!!! He definitely knows how to braid so imagine all the cool stuff he could do 

And if you have short hair, don’t fear: he’s got the butterfly clips all prepared just to be silly 

Definitely helps you with chores when you are busy or need to just take a break from existing 

Likes driving you places, even if you are a better driver and also enjoy driving 

He just likes making sure you get places safely and also don’t have to stress yourself out from how bad the traffic can be 

He also just likes letting you be in control of his radio 

Gift Giving 

He would totally go to your favorite cafe or bakery in the morning and get your favorite treat and bring it back while you’re still sleeping so when you wake up, you get something amazing from him !!!

Spoils you all the time but instead of it being jewelry or something expensive, he just gets you small trinkets 

Totally buys you pins for your bag when he goes literally anywhere 

Also loves to get you little decorations for your place: including stuffed animals, one being an extremely soft lamb that you decided to name Mareep, like the Pokemon

Now, for something like holidays and your birthday, he would get something more sentimental, like matching bracelets or something!!! 

He would want to get something for the both of you that he can still wear during practice, photoshoots and when he’s filming literally anything

Even if the audience doesn’t know what it symbolizes, he would know and that's very soft boyfriend of him <3

[specialagentlokitty]

Rossi x nephew!reader - matchmaker

What about Rossi's nephew; who's in the military (26-27) comes back from a tour in he middle East and meets up with Rossi at work to surprise him. But when he sees Spencer he is dumbfounded bc he's never like men, so OBVIOUSLY he goes to Rossi and is like "I think I might be gay" (lol) and Rossi is like "omg your here.... Wait huh?" Like Rossi is just trying to process that his nephew isn't dead and came back but now he has to process that his nephew now thinks he's a little gay.... 👀👀👀 - @azeal-peal 💜

You hadn’t been back long, you hadn’t bothered going back to change or shower, you knew your uncle had security set up at his house.

If you wanted to surprise him then they would defeat the whole purpose.

So, instead you went to his place of work, getting a visitors badge so you could head up.

Thankfully you had been there before, they knew who you were so they didn’t have to get your uncle to come and get you, or have anybody escort you.

Maybe the uniform you wore helped with that as well.

You stood in the elevator, hands clasped behind your back, waiting for the doors to close, only to hear somebody call for you to hold the doors, so you reached out to stop them from closing.

“Oh thank you! Thank you so much!”

She came running in, and you moved your hand back, giving her a charming smile.

“You’re very welcome, are you alright?”

“Huh? Oh, oh this? Yes! I’m good thank you!”

She set her bags down, giving you the biggest smile you had ever seen and you smiled back at her.

“Are you visiting somebody?”

“That I am, I’m visiting my uncle actually. What about you?”

She laughed a little.

“No, i work here. Penelope Garcia.”

She held her hand out, and you shook her hand.

“(Y/N) (L/N).”

The doors to the elevator opened, and you stood in front of them, letting Garcia have some time to gather her things so she could leave.

Once she was out you stepped out.

“Thank you so much! Have fun with your uncle!”

“Thank you!”

You offered her a half wave, and you made your way through the bullpen, looking around.

It wasn’t hard to spot your uncle, you were raised on hood fashion, and his suits stood out, as well as his hair style.

He was stood with a few other people, you assumed his team.

There was one who caught your eye though, he seemed to glance over but didn’t think much about you being there and looked away.

He looked about your age, maybe a little older, honestly he looked nothing like an FBI agent either, you would expect him to maybe be a therapist or something of the sort.

You would’ve never have guessed FBI if you saw him out in public, and you had to admit he was pretty good looking.

Normally you didn’t look at men that way, you weren’t all that sure you even looked at women that way, but there was something about him.

You snapped out of your daze, watching as his team walked away and you walked over to your uncle, standing next to him.

You turned your attention back to the man that you were looking at.

You were just captivated by him.

You couldn’t deny that you found him attractive, you had thought that about a few guys over the year but you always brushed it off, never thought too much about it.

“I think I might be gay.”

Rossi spun around, staring at you with wide eyes, hand over his gun.

“You’re here?!”

He paused for a second.

“You what?”

You smiled brightly, taking a step so you could crush your uncle into a hug, and he gave you a hug just a tightly.

“When did you get back?” He asked.

You pulled away, pulling your sleeve up so you could check your watch before letting it fall back down.

“About two hours ago, I stopped to get something to eat first because I was dying for some good food.”

Rossi chuckled, nodding his head.

“I don’t blame you one bit kiddo, how are you? Are you hurt?”

“No, no I’m okay. I’m not hurt, a few close calls but that’s war. I’m on leave now for a couple of weeks before I’m needed back.”

He nodded again, pulling out a seat and you sat down, waiting for him to drag another one over.

You ran a hand through your hair, rolling up your sleeves.

“I was hoping maybe I could stay with you?” You grinned a little.

“Of course, you know my door is always open for you. We’re actually having dinner at mine tonight, join us, you could use the break.”

Laughing, you grinned a little.

“Oh I know, I’m exhausted. Honestly if I go to bed I feel like I’m just going to sleep for days.”

Rossi hummed a little bit.

“So, tell me what you can about your deployment.”

This was the protective side of your uncle coming out, he wanted to know exactly what had happened out there because he knew how hard it could be.

And it wasn’t your first time being deployed, but he would rather share in your pain and sadness than have you go through it all alone.

You glanced around at the few curious eyes looking at you.

“Can we maybe discuss it somewhere privet?”

“Come on, we’ll go to my office.”

You put your chair back, picking up your bag as you followed him up the stairs and into his office.

You spent a while in there just talking to him, sharing with him what you were allowed to, nothing about the missions you did, or some of the things you had to do, which he understood.

But everything else you were able to share with him, from normal day to day life, that time you fell asleep in the sun and badly burnt your back, the daft little game you and your squad came up with.

You told him all about those.

“I see you made the most of it.”

“You’ve got to right? Anything to keep spirits up?”

Rossi hummed, nodding his head.

“Well, how about we get some lunch, I’ll take you home you can get some rest, I’ll wake you up when dinner is ready.”

“That sounds like the life.”

Rossi chuckled, picking up your bag for you and let you leave his office first.

“Let me talk to Aaron, wait here for me.”

You nodded, letting him leave your bag for you.

Leaning on the railing, you looked down at his team again and found your eyes drifting to the same man once more.

You just stood there looking at him, and finally he looked up so you offered him a little grin and a salute.

He blinked, and offered you a confused wave which made you laugh a little, grinning slightly more.

You heard a door open, and you glanced to your side, getting up to follow your uncle who had once again taken your bag.

“I’d like you to quickly meet everybody.”

There was a round of quick introductions before you headed for the lift.

“So, Reid huh?

“Oh my god Dave don’t.”

He smirked a little.

“Come on, boy wonder isn’t that bad. Smart, polite. Can’t go wrong.”

“I’m not having this conversation.”

You stepped into the elevator, trying to close the doors on your uncle but it didn’t work.

“Hey, I’m not saying anything.”

“Uh huh.”

It went quiet for a second.

“He’s going to be at the dinner.”

“Oh my god…”

You ran a hand down your face, and you tried to hide your laughter.

You weren’t sure if what you were feeling was real or not, but the sound of Reid being at that dinner did sound fun, maybe it would encourage you a little more to go.

Just to be friends with them all, nothing more, you had to remind yourself of that.

Just to make friends with them all and finally get to know them, and maybe sneak a few more glances at Reid while you were at it

[burntb4bydoll]

WOAHH NO WAY IM ACTUALLY WRITING FOR ONCE?!?!?? CRAZYYYYY!!!! This is my first time writing for Ville so im sorry if it feels super inaccurate!!😭

Ville Valo general dating headcannons

•ok so hes a bit of a grump…

•hes just got a lot of attitude so it seems like hes pissed off a lot of the time but hes actually a big softie🤭

•LOVES to keep his arm around you when you go out in public (hes also subtly squeezing your ass and boobs the whole time but he likes to act all innocent afterwards🙄)

•lots of interviewers like to bring up your relationship and sometimes they talk about you very passive aggressively, and he absolutely despises it. He quickly shuts them down by interrupting them , making very rude and stand-offish comments towards them until they change the subject

•and yk his petty ass wont let it go so the rest of the interview is so awkward

•he also laughs every time some female interviewer flirts with him. HE CANT HELP IT ITS JUST SO AWKWARD AND FUNNY TO HIM (hes trying his best to be respectful he just cant hold it in for long😭)

•you probably have to clean his house a lot cuz he doesn’t do it and like HAVE YOU SEEN THAT SHIT… ITS A WRECK.

•Ville is often found on the couch writing new songs, and he loves when you come and sit next to him while he does it. Hes a busy man so its one a the few times you get to have a moment of silence with him

•lorddd ik that man REAKS of cigarettes, alcohol and probably a bit of sweat😭 you gotta make him shower with you most times cuz he hates it and wont do it on his own🙄

•yall seen that beanie he wore over that greasy ass hair? Yeah, he likes to sneak up behind you and pull it over your head so that it completely covers your face. He thinks hes absolutely hilarious😐 that shit smells so bad like sweat and dirty hair pls wash it for your own sake.

•honestly i cant see him being huge on fancy dates. I feel like he would prefer to just go on a walk at nighttime or go to some random bar instead

•that doesn’t mean hes not romantic tho. Everyone knows just how romantic he can be

•he’ll draw/paint you little pictures and write a short little poem for you alongside it. Hes very thoughtful and romantic about it

•gives very specific compliments. Its never just “you look pretty” it’s always something very thought out and sweet.

•he doesn’t realize it, but his voice always gets so much softer and sweeter when he talks to you. One second he’ll be arguing with someone and cussing them out but the second he sees you hes all like “oh hi my love, I’ve been wondering where you were” in the most gentle tone ever

•can and will write you songs that only you’re allowed to hear. He wants you to feel special so he keeps his super meaningful songs about you private.

•although he will write songs about you and actually release them ofc

•would totally get a tattoo dedicated to you

(AHHH IM SO NERVOUS TO POST THIS IM SCARED ITS GONNA BE SO INACCURATE AND CRINGY.)

[doritochoi]

The Model | K.H

pairing: kim hongjoong x reader

genre: non-idol!au, smut

warning: unprotected sex(dont do that irl), fingering, hongjoong likes your pxssy so much so he eats it like a whole meal,public sex.

word count: 1,7k

summary: Taking photos of hongjoong and end up doing it with him on the couch.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT THIS IS 18+

Being a famous photographer isn't that hard, is it? Until you meet the sexiest model who wants you.

It was a rainy day. Your schedule was full, but you got used to it because you were a famous photographer. Everyone wanted to work with you, so you were invited to take their pictures to a fashion show. You took a taxi and while you were looking at different events on your phone, you arrived at the place.

When you arrived, the event still had 20 minutes to start, so you arrived on time.You were walking around, when you saw your friend Wooyoung. You and him went to the same school when you were little and your parents were very good friends. Now Wooyoung was a very popular model. He had a lot of friends.

"Hey Y/n", he looked at me confused, as if he didn't expect me to be here."Hello Woo!",you said and then you hugged him tight."Wow I thought you were too busy to come here". "Well... I was also invited and I accepted". "Let me introduce you to my friends, come!", he took your hand and dragged you in a group of people. His friends admired you a lot because they knew you. They even wanted to take pictures with you. While you were discussing, that big wooden door opened. It was a man. The man that you wanted to see in person but you couldn't because you and him are very busy. Kim Hongjoong. He was known as the most popular model in Seoul and the ambassador of Chanel. If you told Wooyoung that you collected all his magazines, he probably wouldn't believe you or maybe he would tell him somehow. It was your little secret. His hair was wet and had some strands that hung on his forehead making him look so fucking attractive. His plump lips were so juicy. What did they taste like? White chocolate? Your fav. You bet there was nothing under that suit. Only his muscular body. Well, you were a huge fan. You knew he never wore anything underneath, and now it was really visible. You stared at him for 5 minutes, and Woo already notices something strange about you. He was looking in the direction you were looking and he saw that you were staring at Hongjoong. Perfect. "Want me to call him to come here?", he smirked saying this to you on purpose because he already knew whats on your mind. "Wait,no-"

And that was it. Wooyoung signaled him to come. The way he moved his hips, made your legs felt like jelly. For real. There he was, in front of you. The man that you dreamed, was staying so close to you that he could hear your heart beat. Woo hit your elbow meaning that he wanted to leave you alone with him "Thank me later",he winked at you, then he disappeared . "Hello Miss Y/n", he took your hand to kiss it and you blush a little. "It's a pleasure to meet you here."

The way his sweet and calm voice sounded like music to your ears. He could make you kneel in front of him and you wouldn't mind." I actually came here for you", "For me? Why?". This time he was looking into your eyes. You could see his caramel eyes analyzing your features. "I want you to take pictures for me for my new magazine". Was it a dream for you? "I'm glad to hear that. Let me show you a room."

You guided him to the room. You started setting up your equipment and Hongjoong just stared at you. He was posing in different positions. Of course he was good at that. It was his job after all. After you took so many pictures of him ,you wanted to take photos with your new camera that you bought a week ago. "Im so happy, i wanted to use this camera, and now you're the first one!",you began to turn on the camera but hongjoong said something that stopped your actions. "Can i use you instead?".

Now his voice was so deep.He wasn't the Hongjoong that you know.He looks dominant now..."Huh? Excuse me-". He attached his lips on yours,biting your lower lip making it to bleed. He tried to put his tongue in your mouth, but you didn't give him access, so he put his hand between your legs, making you scream, having the opportunity to put his tongue in. He stopped looking into your eyes."Why aren't you a model? You look stunning." You were frozed. Kim Hongjoong kissed you and said that you look stunning."Don't hide from me,babygirl. I've seen how you've been looking at me since I came and I know you want me as much as I do." ."Wait..the fashion show will began..".

The fashion show was about to start and you were in a room with the man you wanted to lay your hands on for years. ''Fuck, i dont care about that now. Fix my problem.". You knew exactly what he was talking about. Your eyes goes down and looked how his big cock was desperate for your attention. "Nah its too early to touch this. Let me do my work and don't move." Your luck was that you could have sex on a sofa there. The problem was that many people came and the door couldn't be locked, so you had to be quick. Hongjoong took off his suit, remaining only in his boxers. You stared at his body. You wanted so badly to get your hands on him. He pushed you onto the couch, t hen you felt his warm breath against your neck as he started to slowly kiss you there. You started to move a bit giving him more space to place his kisses on you. He starts applying wet kisses all over your body, feeling your big and bouncy boobs. "Fuck, i love you hard nipples, darling". His hands were massaging your boobs through that transparent shirt. You moan when he ripped your shirt and when he started to play with them gently. Then he pulled your legs up, looking at you like you were a piece of art . Your pussy was dripping and he barely did something. "Already wet? But i didnt even begin". Your skirt and panties were on the floor and now you were completely naked in front of him. Your were naked in front of Him Hongjoong. What a good view he had. One of the best views. You wanted to say something but he started to lick your pussy and sucking your clit. You throw you head back and Hongjoong took the chance to push two fingers into your pussy while his other hand was squeezing your boob. This action made you moan his name louder and louder. "Good girl, show everyone who is fucking you this good". His fingers fastened and he felt your walls contracting thats when he pulls out stealing a very good orgasm from you. You really wanted to say something but only you can do just moan his name over and over again. He removed his boxers and his cock was BIG . His tip was red and filled with precum. "Does it fit me?", you were kinda exicited,but you knew its gonna hurt. " I don't know baby, lets see" He pushed his huge cock inside you feeling how he was in your stomach. You thought his cock was one of the biggest you've seen, well... you haven't seen that much, but it was huge. He started slamming inside of you wanting to make both of you orgasm. "Come on baby, cum for me". The orgasm was strong that made you to see stars. When you came back from your sense, you looked down between your legs and you could see that Hongjoong isn't done with you. He began to apply kisses on your pussy then he licked it, having cum on his lips. Then he came to your face kissing you feeling how wet his lips were. "Do we have time for something else?",you said that smirking at him. "Something like what,doll?".

You got up, and took hongjoong's belt from the floor and tied his hands behind his back. "Watch and don't move." Those were your last words and your eyes were looking at his cock almost begging to be sucked. You wrapped your hand around his lenght, hearing moans from Hongjoong voice. You started with small kisses, Hongjoong throwing his head back. You love when you see him trying to control himself. He cursed your name. "Just like that...keep going". His eyes never left you as you continued to suck him off. You were about to deepthroat the man suddenly a knock on the door was heard. Shit. You were in a room with the most famous model. Yes. You were both naked. Yes. You were giving him a blow job. Yes. What a beautiful day. "W-wait im coming", you got dressed faster than ever, your make-up was ruined. But that doesn't matter anymore. "Here, go and hide somewhere.",you gave him his clothes that were on the floor, then he hides behind the couch.

At the door was none other than Wooyoung. He's been looking for you for 2 hours. "Finally you are here! Where did you go? The fashion show is over. And where is Hongjoong?, he tried to look around the room, but you were in front of him, blocking his view. "U-um he didn't feel very well so he went home." Actually that lie worked and wooyoung left . Hongjoong came and grabbed your waist. "So now im sick?". "Look, maybe we should leave without being seen and pretend we didn't know each other." Hongjoong was confused. He looked at you, not believing what you were saying. "I don't give up so easily. Lets go on a date." He took your hand and took you out of that room not caring that there were so many people who could look at you two. You passed among people unnoticed but someone's voice stops you. "Joong? Y/n? Weren't you sick?" He was looking at the two of you holding hands. "Huh, whats going on here?" he pointed his hand towards your hands and looked closely at Hongjoong because he was sweaty. "We had sex nothing much." "Oh, wait WHAT". After that, you and Hongjoong ran away and got into his car. "Joong, I wasnt done with you." He didnt say nothing, just looking at you. "Okay".

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[whatifyoulivelikethat]

dark and dangerous, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

you were the love of my life the darkness, the light this is a portrait of a tortured you and I is this the end? – up in the air by thirty seconds to mars

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; blind reader; hitman!au (basically John Wick universe; I was inspired by Donnie Yen's character Caine); violence + body disfiguration from violence; reader being forced + blackmailed back to service; tbh, many feels; smut (fem reader, choking / erotic asphyxiation, ink appreciation, a lot of sensual touching, slight D/s due to the situation, mild restraint, cowgirl); non-idol!BTS - retired hitwoman!reader x current hitman!JK; sub!JK; JK’s POV

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He hadn’t seen her in a long time.

Time was a bitch.

She had defied it in some ways, as he knew she would. Pristine, glossy waves of hair cascading down her left shoulder. Longer than he had ever seen it. Gleaming skin, with that little mole under the right side of her lower lip. A little prefect imperfection under a perpetual faint smile. Blouse with a ruffled collar. Clean black longline trench. That was all he could see from this angle, above the bobbing heads of the packed train car. They were both forced to stand, along with many others. No free seats available. Her shoulders were forward, as if her hands were resting in front of her body. Not holding on to any railing, her back only vaguely leaning against the steel pole.

She wore dark-tinted glasses now.

Cat-eye-shaped, with silver accents. Actually, probably palladium. She had expensive taste.

The train approached a tunnel.

There was chattering, but mostly it was the low buzz of the general public. A mass gathered but not interacting. Passengers politely in their own worlds with the collective backdrop of a thundering train speeding through carved darkness.

The gunshot tore through the murmur.

Everyone began screaming.

He was standing in the corner of the train car, towards the door. Looking very much like a businessman ready to punctually take his leave, and suddenly he was one of the many flattened against the metal walls, crushed past the doors and into the train map. The mass became one. Earsplitting panic ricocheting. The awareness of being contained, confined, trapped, heightening and getting louder. He paid attention to none of it, instead narrowing his eyes and focusing on the way the crowd parted, right at the center.

Right where the woman in dark-tinted glasses was standing.

Her body was ever-so-slightly turned.

It must have been less than a second.

It was so fast that he barely had a chance to see the crouching man with arm extended, and then there was another blast of sound. The fear pitched, piercingly sharp. Instant, whirling black as she closed the distance. Long, thin, rod-like, rising. He finally found out what she kept in her hands in front of her body.

Thwack!

The sound cracked through the air as startlingly as the gunshots. Even faster, perhaps, because there was no hesitation. The untrained eye would be unable to keep up, but he was no untrained eye – one strike, onto the hand, where the delicate bone of the thumb was immediately snapped. The gun flew out of his hand and into the crowd, causing more alarmed screeching as people stampeded away from it, throwing themselves against the sealed doors. The disarmed gunman had no time to shriek. Two strikes to the arm and he was crumpling. Two more. Shoulder, head bowing as the body involuntarily cowered to protect itself and the last, side of the head behind the ear.

The gunman hit the floor with a crunch, groaning wetly.

The hysteria was racing towards critical level, but the train slowed and the doors burst open despite the mechanical reminder to stand back. No one noticed. No one cared. Flinging themselves out, scrambling over each other, clawing to be the first ones to escape. Crying, tripping, running, and then.

Silence.

“The doors are closing. Please stand back.”

The whirr reinstated after the doors closed and the train began moving again. A metal shell was oblivious to human terror.

The woman in dark glasses remained.

There was a gleam of silver towards the top of her cane. Something wicked hiding within.

Her hand shifted and snapped it shut.

She flipped the cane in her hand, the bulbous handle pointing downward.

The man on the ground grunted, shifting.

Crack!

Completely still now.

The gun was still on the floor, all the way to the other side of the car.

The woman stood in the middle. The cane in her hand flipped back to its correct alignment, the tip rapping the floor. It moved forward, to the body, poking it several times. Gingerly. Her lips twisted into a pout of discomfort, muttering something under her breath that sounded like, just one, the disrespect, and she crouched down, sweeping her coat aside.

Ping. Ping.

A familiar sound.

She stuck her hand out and calmly patted down the fallen man. There was a distinct tapping motion rather than a grazing along the body. Manicured nails, and then those nimble fingers flitted under the collar of the jacket her assailant was wearing. An exhale and she pulled, hard, plucking something from the body. A small metal disc, no more than a couple centimeters, with an engraving on it. It looked like a stylized ’S’ with flowers made of blade-like petals.

Her thumb ran across the surface.

“Fuck,” she spat.

Then she tucked the pin into the inside of her coat.

The woman in dark glasses stood back up and tapped the floor with the black cane again. This process had taken about a minute. The train was still moving, onto the next stop. The cane struck the linoleum, repeatedly, against the seats and the metal poles, the tinkering echoing in the cabin.

Stopped.

Shit.

The woman tilted her head slowly, then faced his direction.

“And here I thought you were stupid,” she said, her voice loud and clear, directed to the corner he was standing in. “But actually you were just being courteous to the disabled, hm?”

The black cane turned, silent, the stance of the hand holding it altering from exploratory to predatory.

He had two choices.

Talk or get his ass kicked by an expert of ass-kicking.

He settled on saying, “Not a warning shot.”

She froze.

Still wary and on high alert, but no longer an arrow pulled to the brink against the string of the bow. He saw the twitch of one of her eyebrows.

“You have got to be kidding me,” she hissed in icy annoyance. Her shoulders lowered and her head ticked back. The body language equivalent of rolling one’s eyes. The dark glasses remained though. “Why the fuck are you here? I’m retired.”

He didn’t move from his corner. The tip of that cane was blunt but he just watched her take out a man in five hits. That thing wasn’t made out of plastic – and he was pretty sure it was sheathing a blade. No thanks. “And still getting shot at.”

“I said I was retired, not uninteresting,” she retorted, stance relaxing. He let out the breath he had been holding. “Answer my question.” She rapped the floor sharply and his body immediately snapped to attention.

He should have listened to his superiors.

“Why are you here, Jeon Jungkook?”

Leave the information to be found. Do not engage with the target.

The last time Jungkook saw her, she still had sight.

He let out a soft sigh.

“The Elders are giving you a name.”

The dark tint of those sunglasses did nothing to hide the vicious distaste behind them.

“Tell the Elders to shove the name up their collective assholes,” she growled, but he was already walking forward and the cane was pulling back, poised at an angle at her side.

“I didn’t want to come,” Jungkook said, and it came out quieter and more helpless than he thought it would.

The anger in her expression wiped clean.

The Elders, his superiors, were not to be trifled with.

She tucked her tongue in her cheek as he reached into his suit jacket. It was made an unpatented combination of fibers, the latest in cutting-edge bulletproof fabric. Couldn’t really patent shit made for the general public to not know. He suspected her coat and slacks were made of the same material, which explained the pinging noise earlier.

Old habits die hard.

“I’m blind. Not stupid,” she muttered.

She held her hand out, but her face wasn’t quite in his direction.

He placed the black card with a series of raised dots.

She swiftly pulled it back, not allowing his hand to linger. Mashed it against the top of the cane. He noticed the orb-shaped handle was an intricately carved piece of silver metal. Vines? No, more like stylized lines of water. Or fire. There was a creature within those lines, inset, making it look like it was huddled within.

A bunny.

Her fingertip pressed into the black cardstock. Stopped in between, only halfway. Then pressed on even though they both knew the name on there. He couldn’t read braille but he could read her pissed-off expression pretty well.

She let out a huff.

“Really.”

It wasn’t a question.

“He betrayed us.”

“Like I couldn’t have told you that sooner,” she breathed out in a vengeful exhale. “I warned them. I warned them against taking that American snake’s money. They didn’t listen to me. Took my eyes instead. And now they gave me a name? You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”

He really did not want to see her angry but there was no other reaction she could have.

The train was calling, indicating the next stop was coming.

Jungkook opened his mouth, a single syllable of her name escaping his throat.

The cane shot up and jammed into his chin. Bruising pain. Shut him up and made him jerk back, but she pressed forward, lowering her head, still not quite looking at him, and that was the worst, her not being able to look at him even though she was doing the equivalent of that.

Just…

Differently.

“Young gun,” she sighed, and the hole in his chest tore open a little more upon hearing the nickname she had for him long ago. Back when they were not quite friends on the surface, because this life that they chose didn’t allow for that, but friends nonetheless in the moments that counted. “If they sent you, that means you should stay away from me.”

“They didn’t send me,” Jungkook admitted and he could smell her perfume.

Sweet.

Familiar.

In the past, it had clung to his skin sometimes.

Her head tilted.

The train was slowing, announcement crackling up above. They would have to get off. Can’t be near a body with brain damage and a gun. He spoke softly to the thin air between them.

"I picked up the task with the last messenger was… interrupted. I happened to be closest.”

Silence.

There was the faintest tick at the corner of her lips. She removed her cane from his chin.

“Happened to be closest,” she echoed.

Her voice like smoke curling in the darkness.

“Hm.”

The train stopped.

The doors slid open.

She backed up and turned away. The cane tapped from side to side. Side to side, a rhythm and routine of finding the opened doors. The mechanical announcement called above their heads. He watched her stride away confidently, a stricken feeling in his chest, remembering something she used to whisper to him in the dark, I love looking at you, curling smoke all around them as scarred fingertips slid up his naked forearm.

She stopped at the exit.

“Don’t follow me.”

Walked out.

Jungkook followed.

-

“How’s your father?”

“I told you not to follow me.”

They were standing at a crosswalk and he was behind her. Not that close but close enough. She stayed close to the pole where repeated beeps indicated it was not safe to cross yet. Cars zipped by. For some reason, Jungkook found them unnaturally loud and violent even though he had never thought that about cars before.

“He’s fine.”

He glanced at her face but there was no expression.

“Still has dementia, still gambles and milks every cent out of the old folks in the retirement complex. You would think he would ease up once he’s struggling to remember the people in his life but, nope, he’s completely content with only knowing how to kick your ass in poker.”

There was a resonance of bitterness in those words but, also, a feeling long gone.

She ticked her head. “They keep him alive to remind me he doesn’t remember I exist. Least he pays his own bills with his habits.”

It was safe to cross now.

He watched the cane sway and tap. She walked calmly and with ease. Maybe even a swagger. It relaxed him as he fell in step.

“You do what you know,” he commented, his eyes darting, taking in his surroundings.

“I really try not to, young gun.”

They walked briskly along the streets. She turned this way and that, stopping once at a fruit stand to buy some apples. The merchant accepted the bills handed to him. She asked if it was enough. Jungkook saw it was more than enough. The merchant replied it was the exact amount. She hummed and stepped away before Jungkook could say anything. He hurried after, and she immediately turned and walked right into a laundromat.

The repeated thump-thump-thump of whirring washing machines and dryers radiated all around them as people fought with their duvets and swore under their breath.

“You overpaid,” Jungkook hissed, stepping closer.

“Such is life,” was her reply. She chuckled, tap, tap tapping away, hitting the edges of the machines but not a single person seemed to notice or care, too busy hurling themselves into the large cavities to yank out their sopping garments. “I do it sometimes just to see if they’ll correct me. They don’t.”

He frowned and made a mental note of the man’s face.

Just in case.

She held delicately to the bag of apples and shouldered her way into the back double doors.

Kept walking, through the back of the laundromat, into the alleys, and now the faces here were different. Keen, sharp gazes that ignored her presence but immediately narrowed upon seeing Jungkook, looking him up and down. Men and women, in musty coats and worn-out gloves with holes in them, backpacks and carts. A complete turnaround from his sharp three-piece suit and neatly parted hair. She breezed past, the apples rustling in the plastic bag, skimming her cane along the concrete, not quite looking exactly forward. Her head was slightly tilted; one ear closer to him.

“I told you not to follow me,” she chuckled.

“I see that,” Jungkook let himself say, calmly and without emotion.

“I don’t,” she quipped back.

There was a lightness to her tone that indicated there was no danger as long as he kept his hands to himself. He continued to follow.

Someone on his right reached out and shoved him.

The cane whipped through the air, swatting Jungkook’s left arm and pinning it to his body. He grimaced, feeling the solid stripe of pain, noticing her movement had stopped his body from colliding with another in this narrow alley. The woman to his left glared at him, grinding her teeth. The shove hadn’t hurt.

It was just disrespectful as hell.

What had been previous tense silence erupted into malicious sniggers.

Droning all around.

Jungkook gritted his teeth and pushed his anger down.

Her head jerked like a hawk.

“You know the rules,” she warned to the air. “You upset me and I will take your offering from the shrine and then there will be nothing to protect you.”

The sniggering immediately died.

Now the silence wasn’t tense.

It was fear.

She removed her cane from Jungkook’s arm and swung it in an arc. Slowly.

Stopping.

Jungkook didn’t have to turn his head. He heard the sharp intake of breath. Hard not to in the terrified hush. He didn’t say anything. He let her handle it. If he reacted, there would be cracked skulls. He had a feeling that the woman in dark glasses would be a lot more pissed at him if that was the case. He did not want to make her angry. It seemed like a bad idea.

She whacked the tip of the cane against the brick wall.

Everyone flinched.

Even Jungkook felt a muscle in his shoulder twitch, reacting to the loud, piercing sound.

She turned back around and continued walking.

No one bothered them after that.

They finally turned and stopped at a makeshift shrine in the middle of the maze of alleys. It seemed to be a clearing point. An intersection of sorts, where a group of buildings were sequestered awkwardly due to poor planning. Someone had created a structure in the middle of this chaos with a shingled roof and a statue in the center surrounded by a sandy pit of burnt incense sticks. There was a wall behind it, with strips of paper tacked on, fronted by tables overflowing with fruit and cellophane-packaged boxes.

She placed the bag down and it tumbled against a stack of oranges, one red apple spilling out of the plastic and hitting some pears.

Jungkook stepped up and corrected it.

She faced the papers. They flapped about like ducks crowding a lake, not in the wind but in the hot air blasting out a vent from of one of the buildings. She made a noise that sounded like disapproval and irritation mixed together. Turned and walked purposefully away, running her cane along the cracks of the concrete.

Jungkook followed once more as she stepped out, following a walkway between two buildings.

Stopped.

There was a door to their right, inset within the walls. Or, not a door. He frowned. Instead of a handle, there was an odd dent in this part of the wall that seemed to cave inward. She paused, tapping the cane along the ground. There was a hollow sound, and Jungkook looked down to see some metal tiles littered against the door. She stepped forward, treading along the otherwise meaningless metal sealed into the concrete. She slid the cane up in her hand, gripping below the rounded handle.

The orb made of swirls around a bunny.

She raised it and with surprising accuracy, within two taps against the door, slid the orb into the dent.

There was a whirr and a click.

The door slid open, a strip of light appearing on the ground.

She stepped inside.

Jungkook followed.

“What if you lose your cane?” he wondered out loud.

The door slid closed after they entered.

“There’s another way to get in, obviously,” she tutted. “All I have to do is bleed on it.”

A hollow silence.

They were in darkness except for the thin line of light at the bottom of the door.

“I…”

“Don’t need to talk,” she interrupted. “I need to shower and then pack some things. Wait.”

She stepped out of her shoes and placed the cane against the wall beside them. Felt along shoulder height, pressing switches. Stripes of light gleamed from above and below the walls, along the edges and sides. He had to pause to take it in. Black ceilings with brocade-patterned obsidian wallpaper where the designs were glossy compared to the matte background. A squishy-looking coffee-colored leather couch, a huge sound system bolted to the wall above an electric fireplace, bobbly blankets stuffed in a basket. No television, no coffee table. A large, empty space behind this area with a large set of dark wood armories along the wall. To his right, a kitchen with dark granite countertops that had similar notable differences than what he was used to. When she walked, she followed the lines of light along the ground.

“I’m sorry,” he called after her.

She stopped.

“I should have…”

“Shut up, young gun.”

She didn’t sound angry or pissed off.

She just sounded tired and that was worse.

“You couldn’t have done anything. This is the life we have.”

“I should have tried to find you,” Jungkook pleaded to that back, to that longline black coat and graceful legs. Dancer’s legs, he used to think, so nimble and quick that he could never keep up. He had been a little envious of how lithe she was back then. Aroused at how she always struck with such poise, something he wasn’t good at. He preferred brute force. Learned outmaneuvering from watching her move, often. It was addicting, watching her move, and he had found himself wanting more.

He hadn’t expected this would be the result.

She reached up in one smooth motion and removed her sunglasses. Placed them on the kitchen island.

The palladium on the edges of the dark lenses glammed.

“You wouldn’t have found me.”

She turned.

Starburst eyelashes surrounding white, mottled irises framed by twisted scar tissue.

A faint, emotionless smile.

“Can’t find a shadow when they’re all around you, Jungkook.”

-

He breathed in.

The bed smelled just like her. Her perfume, mixed with fabric softener, and there was that indescribable scent that could only be described as his perception of her. The smell that didn’t change despite the perfume, the smell he breathed in now with his back flat on the mattress, the smell that only he knew because its effect on him was different from everyone else. It was an experience. It was memories. It was…

Jeon Jungkook breathed in, laying on her bed as she showered.

He hadn’t asked. Probably should have. His arms were spread out with the backs of his hands touching the duvet. His black jacket and vest were draped on the pale chestnut-colored velvet armchair next the bed. At least he had kept his dress shirt and necktie on. He had thought about removing them. Letting his bare skin touch the folded duvet, even slip under to be against the sheets, but even he had a limit to his insanity.

He had thought about it though.

Maybe would have done it if she meant a little less.

He had missed her smell. He inhaled again. The last time he memorized it, she still had sight. It had been so long. Time was a bitch. His hands turned. The duvet was made of a cool, creamy linen. He closed his eyes, fingertips grazing the soft fabric, something satisfying about the wrinkled texture, organic, imagining their body lines pressed against it.

He bunched the fabric in his fists.

Let go, sighing.

For not the first time, Jungkook wondered how it could have been different.

He hadn’t missed the details. All of the furniture in this home had rounded corners. Lines of light streamed throughout every room, clearly indicating all the corners and edges of the walls. There were little speakers positioned discreetly, waiting for her command. No mirrors anywhere. No windows. Hole in the wall that no one was supposed to know was here, although Jungkook was sure the Elders somehow knew. Or guessed. Sometimes one didn’t need to have full information to cause enough disruption. He gritted his teeth even though he understood why she hadn’t been in touch.

The rage within him, from witnessing how she now lived, was beyond violent.

Careful there, young gun.

This was Korea but Jungkook was eager to introduce the Elders to the language of Columbian neckties.

You’re so reckless. I like that about you.

He was of the belief that he could handle the details later. The reality was that he was just very lucky to meet certain people in this business of killing for hire. People who saw something in him, whatever it was. Youth. Energy. Power. He was coasting a little because of his looks.

That was part of playing the game, too.

He liked playing the game. It had been a necessity once, and now he liked it. Because of ego. Because he had a natural talent for it. Because there was a time where he believed there were no rules – but the rules were always there, a silken web underneath his feet. In this business, one didn’t get to decide to work for the Elders.

The Elders decided when you worked for them.

Crossing paths was inevitable.

He had almost hated it. And then he met her. Same business. Different approach when it came to dealing with the cards that had been dealt. A moment that meant everything. Pivotal. Fate. Guns crossed and he knew. He knew the moment he looked into her eyes.

Jungkook turned his head and inhaled again, drenching his lungs with her scent.

Opened his eyes.

She was gliding into the bedroom, a long, dark maroon silk robe flaring out against her legs. Her hand was following the wall, three fingertips grazing against the black wallpaper. Skin gleaming, hair pinned in large, soft curlers, head tilted to one side. The silk clung to her shoulders, her breasts, her hips, and then she turned, facing the dresser.

Her hands lifted, finding the glided edges of the dark wood, stroking the intricate profile of inlaid silver.

“If I didn’t know better, I would be creeped out right now,” she chuckled.

He sat up.

“Do you know better?”

He didn’t know how he wanted that to sound, but those words escaped with an edge of uncertainty.

On the dresser was a plate with a perfume and a collection of faceted crystals. Her hand was dancing upward, following the surface, finding the dark glass bottle. He didn’t understand the meaning of the various stones, but for some reason he didn’t think they were there for a spiritual reason.

Those thoughts were confirmed as her other hand drifted over them, following the edges.

“You’re simple, young gun.”

She doused herself with sprays of spicy gourmand.

Exhaled, satisfied.

He could smell it from here and it made him ravenous.

“And not that subtle,” she added, smooth and biting.

Silence.

Neither of them moved.

Jungkook found that despite the carnal instincts eating up in the cavity of his ribcage, he wasn’t sure if he wanted her to turn around. Knotted lines and white orbs. He grimaced and hoped it was silent. Still, he didn’t look away from her back, his skin burning all over with festering shame and guilt.

She shifted her weight, accenting the delicious curve of her hip.

Dark silk molded to those body lines.

Yeah, Jungkook was sure that he didn’t want to stop looking.

“Are you supposed to be accompanying me?” she asked.

He could lie. “I’ve been assigned to be your eyes.”

She snorted.

He would have followed anyway, orders or not. The orders were there to both torment and annoy him. Well, the level of pain depended on how he felt about the situation, he knew. And that depended on how he could navigate this moment, right now. Currently the status was, not well. Her back still facing him after all.

“Stupid motherfuckers.”

“Yeah.”

He smiled despite himself. It was funny and familiar, her swearing. He noticed the pin with the lotus and the stylized ‘S’ in her hand now. She ran her thumb over it. There was a tension in her shoulders. He didn’t recognize that symbol and that bothered him.

“I thought you were retired?”

She hummed, tapping the metal against the wood. “I am. I got bored. Gotta pick up hobbies, you know.”

“I could pick up your hobby,” he offered.

She chuckled again, placing the pin down and sliding it to between white crystals. “Sadly, I think that fun will have to wait. I’m being called to service and all that shit.”

Silence again.

It was hard to know how much time passed though. Time almost didn’t seem real in within these walls.

She broke it.

“Don’t you want to get out?”

He took a moment.

“The Elders would have called you back eventually.”

He let that statement hang in the air.

“Tracking was never your strong suit.”

Yeah, it wasn’t.

“Now it’s not mine either.”

Jungkook winced and hoped she couldn’t hear it. Her head ticked. Sigh.

“My fucked-up eyes bother you?”

“No.” Shit. He said that way too fast. “I don’t think you’re ugly.”

“That wasn’t what I asked, Jungkook.”

Her words cut through him, razor-sharp and accurate. He withered despite not being viewed.

“You know the Elders suspected you might intercept. They’re old, not dumb.” He did know. He still didn’t say anything. He struggled to say it out loud, but she had no trouble. “They are testing you. They will manipulate you no matter how you feel about it. The best way to avoid those puppet strings is to feel nothing at all. You are putting yourself in danger.”

It was unbearable, saying nothing.

“What about you?” he asked softly.

A pause.

He saw he index finger bounce silently on the edge of the dresser.

Her head turned a little more, the curlers holding her hair blocking the side of her face. She reached one and, one by one, removed them. Pulling out pins. Setting them on the dresser. Pulling out the soft curlers, setting the cylinders on the flat side so they didn’t roll away. Locks of hair cascading down, falling, falling, framing shoulders and back.

She ran a hand through her hair, sighing, separating the waves with her fingers.

Messy.

“I told you. I’m retired.”

His lips parted.

“Not uninteresting.”

The side of her mouth curved upward.

“You shouldn’t have intercepted the messenger.”

There was something about the way she said it. Teasing rather than chiding. And yet there was still that hesitation. He let his eyes roam over her partial side profile.

“I’ve been in danger from the day I met you,” Jungkook finally admitted and he didn’t mean his physical self.

From what he could see of her expression behind her hair was an amused one. “Shit. You’re gonna make me blush, young gun,” she snickered.

Her words had the opposite effect. He felt his neck heat and instantly reached back to rub it, trying not to let it show. Well, she couldn’t see anyway. After a split second of consideration, he let out the low noise of embarrassment. Her head lifted, hair shifting. He saw the side of her mouth soften to a faint smile.

“I wonder how you’ve changed,” she breathed out. “Can’t appreciate you like I used to.”

He still couldn’t quite see her eyes. They were covered by curls of hair shadowing her temples.

Jungkook let himself say her name the way he wanted to.

She didn’t move, still life wrapped in deep scarlet silk.

“I don’t believe you.”

He could see it now, the subtle change in her demeanor. Sharpened. He had said the words with a smile and she could tell. Tone or volume or both. If possible, more frightening now. More deadly. More of a weapon, which was why, he assumed, the mutilation was done rather than an execution.

“You’re blind. Not stupid,” he reminded her.

Her head and body turned.

The way her hair framed her face, only half done. The slim openings of the robe securely tied at the waist, exposing thin white scars and the raised marring of worse ones. Retired, sure, but not that long ago, and still honed in muscle and movement. She wasn’t that much older than him. She just called him young gun to get on his nerves a little. Had seniority over him in this business and all that. Pretty easy to have seniority when one was given to the Elders as a child.

Payment.

He wasn’t always a good gambler. We all start somewhere.

Jungkook stood up.

Those clouded orbs found the source of blocked light at the end of the bed. It was a different feeling, being the focal point knowing the other didn’t have sight. Unnerving was the wrong word. He was just very aware that he was the target of her senses. With sight, he realized, he had an inherent level of complacency. There were a lot of intricacies in a single glance. The concrete details mattered less than the contrast between what he expected versus what he didn’t expect.

Ah.

Her lips curved into a dangerous smirk.

He admired it.

She moved forward, silent.

“You do seem to have put on more muscle,” she hummed. “Heavy.”

“You always reminded me to remember to eat while on the job.” The direction of his voice. His breathing. “You’ve learned more skills. Scary.”

She grinned. “I’ve had some free time. Wait till you see me dual wield.”

She stopped in front of him.

Raised her head.

Jungkook found he saw a lot more when he looked into her scarred eyes than he ever expected.

“You have changed,” she murmured.

A faint smile.

“Y… Yeah,” he breathed back, the ache in his ribs rattling.

It was different.

She reached up and forward. Fingertips grazing his shirt, then finding the tie. Following it with two hands, carefully. Seeing. He tried to stay still. Focused on her face, the little smile when she found the tie clip, muttering under her breath, oh, you’ve become a little more of a man, huh, and her body language, relaxed. Comfortable. Details he would have ignored given different circumstances.

What else had he missed all this time?

He was still lacking in some areas, he realized.

She was unraveling his tie.

“I hope you have learned how to tie a tie by now.”

He hadn’t. “Nope.”

A laugh. “You hate them anyway.” She folded it in her hands and held it to the side. “Hold onto it for me. I might need it.”

His skin tingled, the sensation traveling up his back. Lifted his hand and let it linger, brushing past her callused knuckles, taking the necktie from her. A contrast from their past. This was a measured ferocity compared to a fast-paced chase. He ran his fingertips along her wrist, trailing off her forearm. She smiled and he felt it everywhere, in his blood and in his nerves, his world alight once more.

Skin-to-skin.

She raised her hands again and followed his shirt placket, starting from the top.

“I like this cologne.”

“You said it was your favorite.”

“You really can’t be subtle to save your life, can you, Jungkook?”

She teased him as easily as she teased the buttons from their restraints. He bit his lower lip, sucking in a breath.

“I’m really trying to be patient right now,” he gritted out.

She smiled again.

This was her smile she only showed him.

He was sure of it.

His shirt was halfway unbuttoned now. She leaned in, locks of hair curling over her shoulders, spreading the placket open with two fingers. Breathed out. The heated air washed over his chest, and he closed his eyes, shuddering, ignited desire shimmering in his raging blood. She did it again, but this time with his name.

“Jungkook…”

His head tipped back, lips parting, the low sound of clawing lust bubbling in his throat. His hands came up, tensely resting on her silken shoulders.

The rest of the buttons came undone as he himself unraveled.

Her hands slid in, fingers spreading over his flexed abdomen. Cool, careful, seeing him. He gasped, struggling to keep still. Exploring his scars, known and new. His shirt peeled back, tugging out of his slacks as she touched him. Along his sides, his chest. His nipples, and she flicked one, making him hiss and flinch. They hardened as she rubbed them.

“Still like that, hm.”

“S… Shut up.”

Her palms over his pectoral muscles, fingers fanning out.

“Been working out, haven’t you?”

His breathing was shallow. “Gotta pick up hobbies, you know.”

A soft laugh. She gently knocked back his arms, pushing the dress shirt off his shoulders. Confines, he concluded. Her fingertips paused on his right shoulder. He looked down, body on fire. Her lips were parted, pink tongue dancing on the edge of for lips.

“You have tattoos.”

Oh.

That was right. She hadn’t seen yet.

“Hobbies,” he snickered.

She turned her head, fingertips hesitating.

Jungkook reached up and pressed her hand to his arm.

“Please. Look.”

It was a strange, intoxicating sensation. Being touched like this, guiding her along. He murmured under his breath, describing them one by one. She could follow, especially the newer ones or the ones that were done over his scars. She lingered by the tiger lilies on the inside of his forearm. There was a patch of black there. Amusement flitting across her features. Continued down, following the outline another tattoo, tracing the eyelashes.

She cocked an eyebrow.

“I think I might change that one. In light of… events.”

Her cheek tightened in mirth. Just more confirmation that she was alarmingly acute in sensing tone and meaning beyond words.

“You’re unbelievable.”

He froze, feeling her other hand sliding up his back as the one he was holding slid down to his knuckles, caressing them as her lids lowered. Lines of scars, across starburst lashes and across his spine, closer, her fingers lacing with his, her chin lifting.

That small mole under the right side of her plush lower lip.

“You have goosebumps, Jungkook,” she purred, dragging her nails down his back.

He closed the distance.

Her scent all around him.

Her taste.

The fervor seeped into him when their lips connected, ravaging his senses and his thoughts, body to body. Nights and days, culminated memories bleeding into now, into the ferocity of their kiss, her fingers claiming his back and his in her hair, tangled in the mess, clasped hands below them, squeezing tight.

He thought he would never see her again.

Never hold, never touch, never breathe in her breath.

He was afraid too. Afraid it wouldn’t feel the same. Afraid their euphoria was broken by interference and ego. Afraid he was wrong, abut himself, about her, about them.

But he wasn’t.

Jungkook could tell.

She let go of his hand and wrapped it around his throat.

“I missed your taste,” she whispered into his moan, in between nicks of teeth and feathery kisses. “You know what makes someone dangerous?” Her grip tightened, pulling him down to her, red silk slipping off her shoulders. “When they have someone to die for.” Her lips traveling over his jaw, to his gasping mouth, his blood flow slowing as her fingers pressed into the sides of his neck. “When they have someone to live for.” Ravenous kiss, making his eyes roll back and his air disappear, lightheaded as he touched the exposed skin of her upper arm, knotted lines of scar tissue from a previous gunshot wound under his fingertips.

She murmured to his open mouth, husky voice a caress.

“When they have someone to kill for.”

He pressed his forehead to hers, his erection straining against his slacks, pressing it into her naked thigh.

“You…”

Jungkook stared into her white eyes and she reveled in the darkness, basking in his shadows, seeing all of him with all her other senses.

“You made me all three,” he gasped.

Her grip loosened and the blood rushed back, making his eyelids flutter and fire crawl up his scalp.

A resolved sigh.

“We are one and the same, you and I.”

His hands following the memorized lines across her back. The dark red silk pooling onto the floor. Her hand between them, stroking him through his clothes, choking him again. Pleasure seeping down his tense thighs, up his clenched abs. The pressure winding within his core, his lips trembling against her calm, so close to the perfect imperfection of that mole under a silver tongue.

“Guns just waiting to be aimed.”

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She held down his wrists bound by his necktie.

Rammed her hips into his and he hissed, back arching, bouncing on the mattress. Torn condom wrapper on the floor by their discarded clothes. Saliva drying on the inside of his hard thighs still tingling from bites. Her other hand pressed down on his chest, pushing him back into place. Fuck, so tight. So wet, constricting around his cock, the swollen head throbbing against her pulsing walls.

Her face was directed to the side.

Seeing with her ears.

He groaned, feeling her hips rock, building the pace deliberately, squeezing every centimeter. Fuck. He pressed his head into the pillows, black strands invading his vision. His own hair a mess. Whimpers threatening to break free. She raked her fingernails over his chest, teasing his hardened nipples. Toying with him. Rolling her hips as he thrust up, a vain attempt to fight back.

Her fingers fanned over his wrists, palm pressing down on the knot.

“I’ve missed your sound,” she shuddered, her hand on his chest sliding to his collarbones.

Her nail scraped against his Adam’s apple, sparking electricity through his veins.

“Just… fuck… choke me, please.”

The side of her lips twisted into a smirk.

“I’ll wrap my hand around your neck.”

So tight, with love.

Her grip closed in, causing the fire to prickle over his skin, up his cheeks and down his spine. Limited oxygen, heightened awareness, pleasure flowing to every core, bound at the wrists but finally free, losing himself to the sound of connected bodies and swirling moans, to the shock of firm, wet slaps between hips, to the scent of sex weighing down the air, soaking it, to the taste of iron as he chewed on his lower lip, whines leaking out between his teeth, deeper, harder, faster.

His vision hazed, edges smoking with black.

Her chin tipped down.

Clouded white.

He was exposed, torn open and ripped apart by that gaze that was no more.

He could barely force the words out, the ache in his ribs pooling down, down.

“Take… me…”

She breathed in, seeing all of him.

“Fuck, you feel good.”

She let go of his wrists and layered both her hands over his throat, choking him harder and fucking him into the mattress. Air gone, his eyes rolling back, vision black, power radiating in every thrust, and he felt her body weight shift downward, fingertips digging into the sides of his neck, hopefully leaving bruises, his resolve cracking, slick walls around him throbbing in their shared pulse, there.

“F-Fuck!”

He rammed his hips up and the orgasm shot through him in shattering bolts, through his burning muscle and his empty lungs, his cock jerking, and then – release – his voice returning in a hoarse moan, another wave slamming into him, another level, creating a ripple effect throughout his nerves that electrified him, burning, gasping, his spine locked in an arc, hearing her exhale his name in a wanton hiss, clenching, spasms, sweet and sticky between their thighs.

His tongue extended, tasting the air, their passion palpable and pungent.

His body was trembling so much he was sure she could feel it even through her hands flat on the bed next to his head. She raised one, tracing his trembling jaw. Ran the pad of her fingertip over his quivering lips. Her name came out in a weak rasp, hot and shaking against her touch.

And yet he wanted her hands around his throat again.

How he missed that feeling.

“Jungkook…”

She saw with her hands. In scent and sound. In previous knowledge, and she knew his body so well, his heat and his hunger. Bondage was temporary. Trust was forever. She could mark him in bites and in scratches, but her scars were in the cavity of his ribs, in his heart that still yearned and in hers that she kept from him to protect them from becoming tools against the other.

Jungkook was afraid.

But he had someone to die for, to live for, to kill for.

And that made him dangerous.

So the Elders could try to rip them apart, but he was sure now that they would go down causing irreversible damage.

She ran her hands over his heaving chest.

“I’m not doing this stupid assignment until I’ve made up for lost time,” she panted, warning sharpness to her tone.

He smirked.

“I was hoping you would say that.”

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Act I — The Proposal

Scene vi — The Aisle

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You collapsed onto your office chair tiredly, rubbing at your closed eyelids to soothe the permanent burning behind them. You were set to get some rest after you finished looking through some papers. Maybe send out some emails, even. A few people had tried to get a hold of you, it seemed. 

The papers on your desk seemed to suggest so, neatly organized and stacked according to their importance. They even had a quick summary written on a yellow post-it note. 

Patricia Kelley and her growing impatience with publishing the story of the year was just on top. 

Patricia Kelley, investigative journalist: Publication of findings on Tech-company Incessant Inc. (Sahsa Zilk)

You looked at the neat handwriting for a long moment, marveling at the prettily arching l’s and t’s that danced across the paper in a way only someone who wrote little — and therefore had the time to make their letters look delicate and picture-perfect — could make them stand out with their blue ink of the ballpoint pen they were written it. 

A quiet knock came from the door, making your gaze flicker up. “Come in,” you called, lowering the paper as you watched Julian open the door, stepping inside as he cleared his throat. “Have I ever told you that you have very pretty handwriting?”

Your secretary ducked his head almost shyly at the compliment. A few strands of brown hair had fallen into his face, but he did not bother to brush them back. 

“Many times,” he answered, fiddling with tomorrow’s paper before clearing his throat again and smiling tiredly at you, a faint blush still dusting his cheeks. “Welcome back. I hope you’ll find everything to your satisfaction. This just came in,” he said, setting down the paper on the edge of your desk. 

“How come you’re still here?” you asked gently, tilting your head to the side as you studied him carefully. He looked nervous in a way that had nothing to do with your compliment earlier. He looked exhausted in a way you had not seen from him in months, the tortoiseshell glasses he wore not quite managing to hide the circles under his eyes.

You did not rise from the bench for a while after Vic left, too caught in whatever spell of peace and quiet you had been granted to break it so soon. As you returned later than usual — and normally caught Julian just as he was leaving — you had expected him to be gone already by the time you arrived. To find him still here when he normally adhered to his daily schedule like clockwork made a low wave of worry sweep through you, curious and concerned as to what was the matter with him. He did look rather tired.

Julian fiddled with his hands. “I was just leaving, actually.”

“In that case, have a good night,” you said, not wanting to keep him longer. He seemed to be needing the rest, and you felt mildly guilty for returning later if he stayed to see you. “Rest well. I saw you cleared my schedule for tomorrow as I asked. Thank you for that.”

“Of course,” he said but made no move to retreat. Instead, he stood in front of your desk, rooted to the spot as if he wastrying to bring himself to do something, but his courage was evading him. 

You felt him hesitate. “Was there something else?”

He cleared his throat again, running a hand through his hair and tugging at his suit jacket to smooth out wrinkles that were not there. “I was wondering if I might voice a request?” he asked, slowly meeting your eyes.  

Gesturing to the seat on the other side of the desk, you silently invited him to join you. His hesitation made you frown, wondering what could have caused this sudden spike of nervousness. Julian was normally such a soothing presence. 

He wetted his lips, taking a moment to speak as he declined the offer to sit. “Perhaps you remember — and pardon, this is rather personal. I told you once that I’m in a relationship,” he said, keeping his gaze fixed on your desk, tracing the swirls in the dark wood.

You tensed, waiting for him to continue. The image of his past self — tired eyes, downturned lips, and cold in a way that had you narrow your eyes in concern at his shaking hands the first time you told him he did a good job — flashed through your mind. And as you looked at the person he had become since working for you, since finding a person that soothed the ache deep inside him and battled his all-consuming loneliness, you could not help but clench your fists at the idea that this very person had hurt him. 

Why else would he be so anxious? Why else would he nervously avert his gaze from you? 

You waited for him to elaborate, mentally preparing yourself to pull some strings and manifest karma. 

He opened his mouth, the words making your thoughts grind to a halt. 

“I proposed,” Julian said, smiling at the memory. “And he said yes.”

You blinked at him for a moment. “Oh,” you exclaimed, pleasantly surprised at the outcome. “Congratulations, then. Please don’t worry about work. Take as much time off as you need.”

He chuckled, smiling fondly as he shook his head. 

Unbeknownst to you, he had theorized about your reaction to his fiancé, insisting that he knew you would give him a vacation extending however long he wanted. His fiané had not believed him, saying he would get two weeks at most, having had to work overtime at his job to get even that. Julian was glad to know he won the bet. 

“Thank you,” he continued, biting his lower lip nervously again. “But that’s not— I wanted to ask something else.” He cleared his throat, hesitatingly looking up. “Would you attend, and—?”

“Of course,” you said automatically. 

“—and would you accompany me down the aisle?”

You froze. The information in his file hit you like a brick. The strained relationship with his family, the self-imposed isolation while he buried himself in work to forget how deserted he felt. The gradual change in him as he crashed into the awaiting arms of his now fiancé.

And he had been by your side throughout all of it, your distant care giving him stability in a way you had not even realized. Your gaze softened, recalling the change you saw in him, the morphing of his character as he finally found what he had been looking for all his life — love and acceptance.

It made your heart clench. Your gaze softened as you replied. “Of course.” You watched as his smile widened, wishing him all the happiness in the world. “It would be an honor.”

[just-some-gt-trash]

No time for rewrites

This is my gift for @naminethewitch for the @sanderssidesgiftxchange ! I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. She requested Intruloceit detective AU! So here it is!

Summary: After thinking they would never have to see each other again, Logan and Janus are forced to work together to prove the innocence of their newest client. Someone who both of them would recognize anywhere.

CW/TW: Swearing. Arguing. Remus being Remus. Sexual innuendos. Non graphic violence. Guns. Gunshots. Fire. Near death experience. Minor character death.

Logan adjusted his tie for what seemed like the hundredth time in the evening. What kind of person agrees to a blind date and then decides not to show up? Come to think of it, getting figurative cold feet in this situation actually seemed normal. Perhaps Logan should have done that instead of listening to his best friend, who insisted he was ready to date again. And now here he was, waiting for the person who made the reservation at the entrance of a fancy restaurant.

Logan glanced over at the clock hung on the wall. Maybe his nervousness was making him exaggerate. His date was only fifteen minutes late, not two hours like it had felt like.

"Oh you have got to be kidding me." 

A way too familiar voice right behind Logan snapped him out of his thoughts. No, it couldn't be. Turning around, Logan was met with the face of the person who was once his supposed dead boyfriend, Janus. "It looks like we are both not pleased with this situation, at least there is something we can agree on."

Janus rolled his eyes, and Logan couldn't help but stare at how the scar tissue on his ex's face tensed at the simple movement. "Please tell me that you're not here for a blind date."

Logan froze, of course Janus would be the only man in the city he would match with. Unbelievable, Janus had the audacity to lie and stay in hiding for years after faking his death, come back expecting Logan to welcome him with open arms, and now somehow managed to schedule a date with him. Logan would have guessed this was a desperate attempt to try and convince him to get back together if it wasn't for Janus's surprise. He could always be faking it.

Janus huffed, turning to walk out of the restaurant. “Lovely date, really. Please don't call me aga-”

As he tried to get out, Janus was blocked by a stranger who frantically entered the place, leaning roughly against the door as if he was trying to stop someone from getting in. Despite the sudden movement, it didn't look like this man was in the wrong place at all. The dark green suit he wore made him fit right in with the rest of the customers that were previously enjoying their meal before the interruption.

The stranger didn't seem to notice or care about the several pairs of eyes that landed on him, looking for who disturbed the quiet ambiance of the fancy place. He let out a long sigh, almost like a breath of relief, making the massy hairs of his mustache move ever so slightly.

He finally looked up, locking eyes with Janus and smiling brightly. His smile reminded Logan of a predator showing off their teeth to scare their prey, and if it wasn't highly improbable, Logan would have sworn this man had sharp teeth.

“You must be my date! Or at least I hope you are, because I would love to rip that expensive coat off you and destroy your a-”

An employee at the front of the restaurant cleared her throat, reminding this man that they were in a public space and even if everyone could hear his inappropriate fantasies, it didn't mean they wanted to. “Do you have a reservation, sir?”

“Ooh yes! It should be under R. Foley”

Even with his back facing Logan, he could still guess the expression on Janus's face, which was probably not that different from his own.

That was his reservation, their reservation. Logan watched as the man showed his ID to the restaurant's host. “Very well, table for three.” She grabbed three menus and made a sign for the men to follow her.

Table for three. Logan didn't have any time to process the implications of that phrase as the strange man turned to look at him, only now realizing he was staring.

He smirked, his mustache curling up as if it had a mind of its own. "You must be our third person, like what you see?"

Janus groaned next to them. "Did you seriously book a blind date with two people, without telling any of them?"

"Yeah! It's more fun this way!" The man took both Logan and Janus's hands, urging them to follow to their table.

Logan sighed as he let this man drag him. This wouldn't be too bad if it wasn't for Janus being here. The whole reason he wanted to go out was to finally be able to get over him, over what Janus did to him.

Still, neither of them found the will to object to their predicament. Logan wondered why. Was this man's -Remus, as he later introduced himself as- charm really that enticing to lure them in like a siren's song? Was Remus really radiating with such a powerful energy that it was able to dissipate the tension between Janus and Logan?

That seemed to be the case, because time went by without noticing. Unlike when he had first arrived, when fifteen mere minutes felt like hours, Logan had already ordered dessert after what felt like such a short time.

Remus's charisma was really working wonders on them, especially on Janus, who had opened up so easily in the span of one single evening.

Of course, most of what he casually mentioned were facts Logan already knew, but even when they were dating it had taken months for Janus to disclose such a great amount of personal information. Remus managed to achieve what Logan failed to do for months.

There was a hint of jealousy in Logan's heart, he was well aware of that. Not only because of the way Janus could easily flirt with the man who was supposed to be falling for both of them, but because of the clear chemistry between him and Remus. Logan would have felt out of place if it wasn't for Remus's constant encouragement for him to join and even lead the conversation, but he still couldn't help but feel like a third wheel.

Even with the amalgamation of confusing feelings, their evening was very enjoyable. Remus even managed to get Janus and Logan talking to each other, casually joking with each other like old friends.

Just when their last dishes were left on the table, as Remus was about to take a bite of the giant piece of chocolate cake he had ordered, the sound of loud police sirens started getting closer and closer, until it seemed like they stopped right outside the building.

Remus tensed up as soon as he heard the police getting closer, quickly and clumsily fumbling with his pockets, or rather, their contents. "Welp! This has been fun, wish we had time to bang." He took several crumbled dollar bills and threw them on the table.

Logan examined the one that landed closest to him, noticing it was a hundred dollar bill, and at first glance, he could see they all were. How many hundred dollar bills was Remus casually carrying around? 

Logan looked up at Janus, trying to figure out if his ex was just as weirded out by the situation as he was, just in time to see him catch a presentation card Remus had thrown at him like a shiruken. Another one of the same cards hit Logan on the side of his head, falling into the pastry he had yet to eat as he failed to catch it. Logan would blame it on being distracted, but he knew he wouldn’t have been able to catch it even if Remus had his full attention.

Logan could hear Janus snicker as he picked the card up, trying to clean jam that had stained part of the text but only managing to smear it.

“Call me, won’t you? I had the time of my life squeezing myself between whatever your weird sexual tension deal is!” Remus stood up before any of the other two could protest against that statement. “Do not fuck without me okay bye!”

And in the blink of an eye, Remus was out of sight, sprinting to the back of the restaurant.

Left alone in an uncomfortable silence, Janus called a waitress to come over to their table. “I’m getting my dessert to go. We can share Remus for all I care, but we shall never have a date like this again.”

Logan sighed, considering his options for a moment before nodding. “Yes, that would be appropriate considering the circumstances.”

Both men were convinced any hope of any sort of spark reigniting was extinguished that night. Still, Janus couldn’t help but glance back at Logan as they headed in opposite directions. Thinking that was the end of it, Janus walked back home with a creme brulee securely stored in a styrofoam container.

But that was far from the end of their story.

“I refuse to believe this is another coincidence,” Logan stated, looking straight into the eyes of his ex-lover.

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“Oh yes, because I’m thrilled to see you as well, Logan.” If Janus’s grip on his briefcase’s handle got any stronger, the whole thing might crack open.

Logan huffed, an immature action, but Janus was an expert at getting all sorts of emotions out of him. “I was under the impression you no longer worked on assassination cases?”

Janus simply ignored his question, walking right past Logan over to the front desk of the police station. “Detective Adder, here to investigate the murder of Mister Underwood.”

Logan couldn’t even roll his eyes, childish as ever. He cleared his throat as he walked closer. “You must be mistaken. I’ve been hired to investigate Mister Underwood’s death.”

“You? Wasn’t your last murder case a poisoned dog?”

Logan struggled to show no reaction to the derogatory comment. “Someone close to the victim solicited my services. She is convinced the man arrested for the crime is not guilty, and the real culprit is still out there. There should be a scheduled visitation with the suspect.”

The guy at the front desk, clearly unamused with the rivalry since he didn’t even bother to look up from his computer, replied in a monotonous voice. “There is a visitation scheduled under K. Underwood for two people.”

Janus scoffed. “That is impossible, Mrs. Underwood entrusted only me with this investigation.

“It appears that she didn’t trust your abilities alone and decided to hire someone more qualified to fill the spaces where you would, figuratively, fall flat.” Logan replied, adjusting his tie.

“Look, either you both go in or no one does. Hurry up and decide, so I can go back to work in peace.”

Both detectives let out a sigh at the same time, glancing briefly at each other before nodding.

The front desk guy called a guard in, and they escorted them to the private room reserved for them.

Logan stayed silent as they walked. Janus, however, still had many thoughts to voice about the situation. “I do not need a partner. I cannot believe that rich bitch didn’t inform me she had hired someone else.”

“That ‘rich bitch’, as you call her, is still grieving for her husband. I would have made sure to have the best possible detective investigating to guarantee the real culprit gets a proper sentence,” Logan replied, deciding to contribute to Janus’s complaints.

Logan heard how Janus almost laughed, but was quickly able to suppress the urge. “What happened to Mr. I work alone? Is now really when you finally let me help with a case?”

Logan stopped as the guard closed the door behind them, walking off to get the suspect. “I did not need your help then, and I do not need it now, but I can't go against the customer’s orders. If Mrs. Underwood hired both of us. I trust she has a good reason for it."

Janus stayed silent for way too long, finally letting out a dramatic and elongated groan. “Fine. This is a business matter, and I’m more than capable of working through it.”

A loud buzzing sound echoed through the room before Logan could reply. The door at the other end of the room opened, dragging the heavy metal against the already worn-out floor.

The sound of chains moving around was muffled by a male voice, who casually chatted with the guard about the prison’s food. “Seriously dude, best delicacies I’ve ever tasted! Say, do you know if they have delivery? I’ll definitely want more of this once I get-”

The suspect’s eyes landed on both detectives, who couldn’t seem to catch a break as the day kept hitting them with more surprises. “Well hello there! You two took your sweet time to call me.” Remus smiled brightly, making his mustache curl up in that enticing way that always managed to draw Logan in. He raised his arms, the chains keeping his arms contained rattled with the movement. “I would have preferred to see you again without these, but we can definitely work around them, or with them if that’s more your style.”

Janus pinched the bridge of his nose. “There better be a hidden camera in here because this is way too much of a coincidence.”

“At least there is something that we can agree on.” Logan took a deep breath and stepped forward, leaving his briefcase on the table in the middle of the room. “I am afraid neither Janus nor I are here to resume our encounter from the other night. Please, Remus, take a seat.”

Remus’s expression dropped as Logan explained, but he still obeyed and sat down. “Please, this wouldn’t be the weirdest place where I’ve had sex. We can definitely keep the party going!”

“You are the primary suspect in the murder of one of Florida’s biggest jewelry companies owner, and having sex with two men who you've been on one date with is your main priority?”

“Duh,” Remus shrugged, “that asshole I got as a lawyer won’t believe a word I say. If I get the electric chair or whatever, then I want to enjoy myself before I get my one-way ticket to hell.”

Logan raised an eyebrow, sitting on one of the chairs at the opposite edge of the table. “Are you implying our suspicions are correct, and you are not responsible for Mr. Underwood’s death?”

“Right on the money, nerdy Wolverine.”

Janus opened his briefcase, pulling out the pictures of the crime scene. “Do you recognize this place?”

Remus looked at the pictures as they were laid in front of him. He placed a hand on his chin, forcing the other one to follow due to the handcuffs. "Yeah! That’s The Plume!”

“The Plume? Is there anything that could link you to this place?” Logan wanted to be the first to start questioning Remus, even if he was wondering how Janus got those pictures in the first place. But that wasn’t relevant at the moment. If his companion had resources Logan could use to his advantage, he wouldn’t question it.

Remus almost snorted at the question. “Link me to it? I know the place better than my own dick! I was practically raised there! My parents had some gambling issues or whatever and the owner agreed to take me as payment. Uncle Sleep taught me everything I know!”

“And that gives you every reason to be at the crime scene when the murder happened.” Janus finally took a seat next to Logan, and the other detective was surprised when neither moved their chairs away.

“Yeah, doesn’t mean I did it.” Remus crossed his arms, leaning back in his chair. “It’s a casino, do you know how many bodies we’ve seen? Those fancy rich men don’t like it when you owe them money. That gives you a first-class ticket to your death sentence.”

Logan raised an eyebrow. How many crimes have been committed in this place? And how many of them had gone unreported or unsolved? “Your involvement with The Plume is not the only reason you’re locked up.” He opened his own briefcase, resisting the urge to give Janus an ‘I can do it too’ look, and took several documents out.

“The cause of death was an unidentified toxin. Whatever it was, it’s rare enough to go under forensic radar, if they were using technology from the 80’s. When the police were looking for clues, your laptop was confiscated in order to look at the security footage. They went a step further and registered your internet search history instead.” Logan slid the paper across the table, intending to give it to Remus. It was, however, intercepted by Janus.

The detective scanned through the paper, snickering at the apparent coincidences. “You’re the only person I know who would be stupid enough to give this much evidence to the police.” Janus turned the document to show it to Remus, pointing as he read. “Fastest acting toxins. Flavorless poisons. Most poisonous plants in the U.S. How to poison someone without being caught? Seriously?”

Remus squinted to look at the evidence that incriminated him. “That’s what this is about? My stupid research?” Remus huffed, leaning back again and almost knocking his chair over. “I knew it was a waste of time! No one cares about accuracy in murder stories! But no, that stupid editor said my first draft was too unrealistic.”

“What are you talking about?”

Janus groaned. “Don’t tell me this is what I think it is.”

Logan looked between both men, his mind not being able to figure out the information both of them seemed to know. “What? What is it that he’s not telling us?”

Janus looked into the inner pocket of his coat, pulling out the presentation card Remus had given them on their date night. “I kept wondering what ‘Arranger of textual nightmare fuel’ meant.” He looked over at Logan. “I thought you of all people would figure it out. Looks like the rat man over here wasn’t getting a second date from you.”

Logan was quick to prove Janus wrong, pulling out the presentation card and ignoring how they were both carrying Remus’s contact information. He set it down on the table next to the one Janus had just pulled out. “The words on mine are smudged. As much as I love blackberry jam, I must admit it is quite a pain to clean up.”

Logan stared at the clean card for a moment, trying to pull apart the words and decipher them. Then something clicked in his mind. “You’re an author.”

“No shit Sherlock.” Remus twisted his mustache between two fingers. “With those police men looking through my laptop like they were trying to find the clit, I’m surprised they didn’t find my manuscript! Could have given me an honest review before sentencing me to die of boredom!”

“This is the most cliché case I’ve ever worked on.” Janus leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. “Are these Google searches related to said manuscript?”

Remus stood up abruptly, not giving the detectives any heads up as he jumped on the table, which miraculously didn’t break. “1979! A retired mafia boss is dedicating his life to preserving every plant at risk of extinction. After years of growing familiar with both the positive and negative effects of several toxins, just as he is ready to share his discoveries with the world, his old nemesis finds and murders his family! And now he seeks revenge! Will he be able to keep his humanity? Or realize the entire human race is doomed to an existence of cruelty?!”

The sound of the large metal door being dragged open was mostly muffled by Remus’s maniac laugh. The guards barged in and took the chain man from his arms, pulling him down from the table.

Such a passionate outburst. Good thing the officers were too busy with Remus to notice the blushing detectives struggling to maintain their professionalism.

Logan cleared his throat. “Wait, we are not done with the interrogation.”

“This man was going to attack you, and you want to stay longer in this room with him?” One of the guards spoke as they pulled Remus out the door.

“Ooh, harder please.”

“That was not an attack.” Janus stood up, walking over to the guards to stop them from taking the suspect. “A simple energy outburst is not enough to frighten or hurt us. We were promised all the time we needed as long as it was within visitation hours.”

The guard sighed, pulling on Remus’s chains and shoving him towards the detectives. “If you want to put your security at risk, be my guest. But if another one of those outbursts happens, we’ll be obligated to take the prisoner away.”

Remus almost bumped into Janus, but was able to stabilize himself before that. “I’ll be good! Or daddy and daddy can punish me if I’m naughty!”

The other guard made a disgusted noise as both of them walked out, closing the door again.

Logan sighed, gesturing for Janus and Remus to come close again. “If what you’re telling us is true, Mr. Underwood’s cause of death is way too much of a coincidence. Someone wanted to frame you, and they knew exactly how to do it. Did you share your story with anyone aside from that editor you mentioned?”

“Oh yeah! I give a copy to anyone who gets too drunk at The Plume! But most never come back for some reason.”

Both detectives groaned. That just left too many possibilities, too many suspects.

“We’re going to have to get you out of here.”

“Why is there always a fire involved when you are around?”

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Janus scoffed, raising his hands up as if Logan’s glare could shoot him. “I was with you the whole time! And I only have one fire in my crime history. Thank you very much.”

In any other circumstance, Remus would have laughed or at least giggled at the scene. He would have admired how the flames danced around spreading chaos while his fuck-toys argued as background noise.

Any other circumstances didn’t involve The Plume being the fire’s victim.

As filthy and sketchy as the place could look, this was Remus’s home, the place that raised him. And he could only watch from the backseat of a minivan.

Remus simply sighed. “There goes the tickets and client records. Now what, lovebirds?”

“If the fire department is not here yet, then the fire was ignited not that long ago. The culprit couldn’t have gone far.” Logan took an instant camera out of his bag, snapping a quick picture of the burning casino. “We should drive around and see if Remus recognices any person passing by.”

Janus started the van, not waiting for Logan to order him around. “Exactly what I was going to suggest.”

It took an hour of constant arguing for Remus to finally have enough of this situationship Logan and Janus had. 

“A’right, you two bickering my ears out is fun the first half hour, but come on! Do you really hate each other’s guts that much? I can’t even concentrate on people’s faces with your voices pulling on my brain until it bleeds!” Remus leaned forward, poking his head through the space between the two front seats. “Stop the car, pretty please.”

Janus and Logan shared a look, sighing but keeping their mouths shut this time.

The minivan stopped right in front of a convenience store. “So, I’m putting you two in timeout while I get some snacks for the road trip. Cool? Cool”

Janus pressed the button to lock the doors and looked back at Remus through the review mirror. “Not so fast. You’re under our care. We were allowed to take you out of prison as a witness, under the condition we would get you back before your final trial. One of us has to go with you.”

Remus tsked, slowly shaking his head. “Fat chance, inspector gadget.” He pulled on the car’s lock and opened the door, stepping out before any of the detectives could stop him.

“Remus this is not-” Logan was just about to follow him, but even with the door opened, there was something else preventing him from going further. He looked back to find his right hand handcuffed to Janus’s left, trapping them with each other.

Remus closed Logan’s door, leaning on the edge of the opened window. “Those are your get-along handcuffs. They go out when I come back.”

Janus raised his hand, staring at their situation in disbelief. “Were you able to take them off this whole time?!”

“I’m full of surprises, Janny!” Remus grinned, reaching to rub his wrist. “They were starting to ache too much, but I kept them on since you were like super paranoid about me escaping. And now you two need them more than me!

Logan grabbed Remus with his free hand. “Remus, we are trying to get you out of jail. Come back inside and take the handcuffs off.”

Remus simply pried Logan’s hand off him, stopping for a second to leave a gentle kiss on it. “Relax L. Why would I want to run away from such cuties? Until we get some actual action, you two won't get rid of me that easily.” Remus let go, taking advantage of Logan’s flustered state to lean forward and take the detective’s wallet out of his jacket. He turned around to walk towards the store. “Be back soon!”

Janus tugged on Logan’s hand, trying to get a closer look at the handcufs’ lock. He only got a tug back in return. “Cut it out already. These petty and childish actions are what got us into this situation in the first place.”

Logan scoffed. “Oh, I am the petty one? Are you going to drop the act and tell me how you managed to sneak into my case? Or will you keep pretending this is a coincidence?”

“It is a coincidence! Why would I want to work with someone who hates my guts? Who can’t even look me in the eye anymore?”

“And whose fault is that?” 

As much as Logan hated to admit it, Janus was right. He understood he could physically have a conversation eye to eye with his ex-boyfriend, but there was something else that kept him from actually doing it. Even now, in the middle of an argument, Logan stared at the street in front of them, focusing on anything but Janus.

Janus, on the other hand, couldn’t focus on anything but Logan. No one else would be able to read the man’s expressions, thinking his resting face was always the same every time, but Janus knew where to look.

The vein that popped on his forehead meant that Logan was annoyed. His eyes curved slightly downwards when he was sad. He adjusted his tie when he was nervous. Small traits and actions that everyone else would miss, but not Janus. Janus knew him too well.

“I could ask you to forgive me a million times, but with the way I hurt you, you have every right to reject them.” Janus looked away, staring at the street as if he was trying to decipher what Logan found so interesting about it. “We don’t have to see each other again after the case is over. I can move to another city and leave you and Remus alone. Stop with the coincidences and blind dates.”

Logan sighed, for once unable to find the words to reply. He wanted to scream, to yell at Janus and let out all this rage he'd been bottling up ever since he reappeared. Logan wanted to make sure Janus knew just how much it hurt, how much Logan hated the feeling of loneliness he left behind. But losing his temper would be counterproductive. 

“Remus makes a very good point. We will accomplish nothing if we keep getting distracted with nonsense bickering.” Logan wanted to get over with this as long as possible, get the payment he was promised and go back to his life alone.

“Whatever our relationship is, with each other and with Remus, it is not important right now. If I am more than capable of figuring out this case on my own, together we can find the real culprit twice as fast.”

Janus rolled his eyes, trying to hide the smile that was forming on his face. “You were always a better detective anyway. I was only dragged along when you used to let me get involved.”

“Falsehood. You have many more solved cases in your professional life than I.”

“Only because yours always had a dead end, not even the brightest minds could find their way out of it.” Janus glanced down at their handcuffed hands. “You need to stop being so hard on yourself. Those deaths or disappearances weren’t your fault,” Janus finally gathered enough courage to grab Logan’s hand. “None of them.”

Logan’s first instinct was to pull back, to pull strongly enough to break the dam handcuffs and be able to run away. But he didn’t, he only stared at Janus’s hand over his for what felt like hours.

Should he let his guard down and let Janus explain? Every time he tried to contact him, Logan only closed the door on his face, hung up the phone, blocked the number. Whatever the reason was, Logan didn’t want to hear it. What could possibly make you abandon the one you claimed was the love of your life?

Before any of them could speak, Remus rushed into the car. He dropped the several bags of chips and canned sodas on the minivan’s floor. “That chick! With the Dr. Pepper bottle!”

Remus pointed at the store’s exit through the window, successfully pulling the detectives out of their conversation. “She came to The Plumme a couple of weeks ago. Poor girl thought I was straight and wanted a fun night. Gave her a discount and a copy of my book instead.”

“Well, it’s the only lead we have.” Janus let go of Logan to start the car, stopping when he realized he was still restrained. Janus gave Remus an annoyed glance.

“Oh right, that.” Remus reached forward, removing the handcuffs way too quickly for the detectives to figure out how he did it. And just as quickly as he took them off, they were locked around Remus’s wrists again. “What are we waiting for? Go!”

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Turns out, following a random girl in a white minivan wasn’t the best way to go unnoticed. 

The girl had been able to figure out there was someone following her, which resulted in a full-on persecution. Janus had been forced to park the van once she ran off into an alley, and Logan and Remus rushed after her.

Remus completely misunderstood the idea of following someone without them noticing, or simply chose to ignore it. “Let me ask you something.” 

Logan sighed, even knowing Remus as little as he did, it was enough to know he wouldn’t shut up. “Go on, quietly.”

“Why are you working on my case together? I don’t know what your deal is, but I haven’t heard you say anything remotely nice to each other, not even when we had dinner. Why be partners if you can’t stand each other?”

“It wasn’t our choice. Mr. Underwood's wife hired both of us, for some ridiculous reason.” Logan still couldn’t believe how his work alone wasn’t enough to satisfy Mrs. Underwood. 

“That’s impossible,” Remus stated, still following close behind Logan. “His wife died like five years ago. He really fucked his gambling game that night, and we gained a shit ton of money.”

Logan stopped, so abruptly that Remus didn’t have time to stop himself before bumping into Logan. If Mrs. Underwood was dead, then who hired them?

“Looking for someone?” 

A female voice was Logan’s only warning before a sharp pain on his nape made his vision blurry and his legs weak. 

Logan tried to lean against Remus, a wall or anything that was within reach, but his mind was getting foggier with each second. Logan fell to his knees as he heard the apparently distant sound of a fight. He couldn’t figure out what was going on, his only clues being Remus’s groans and the sound of something -someone?- being punched.

Whatever was going on, Logan didn’t have enough strength to keep himself awake.

The pain in the back of his neck had mostly dissipated by now. Whatever he was hit with was only effective in leaving him unconscious for most likely a short amount of time.

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Logan tried to touch the wound, wanting to make sure it wasn’t bleeding, but found his hands once again restrained, this time by a rope.

Next to him, Remus’s familiar groans made Logan realize the man next to him was in a similar predicament. Great, they had been kidnapped.

Logan squinted as he looked around. Despite still having his glasses, his vision and all his other senses were numbed by the strong burnt smell this place had.

Reaching down to touch the ground, Logan could notice it was still warm.

There wasn’t much to see once his vision cleared, only the remains of some sort of establishment. Every piece of damaged furniture was covered with ash, and as Logan coughed he noticed the slight tints of smoke still in the air.

Looking up at the high ceiling above them, Logan found something that confirmed his suspicions. A cracked LED sign, long turned off that read “The Plume”

Logan tried to look back, catching a glance of brunette and white hair flopping around as Remus struggled. “Remus?”

“You’re awake!” 

Logan could have sworn the pilar they were tied to moved with how strong Remus’s pull on their restraints were. “What is going on?”

“I could ask you the same thing, detective.” That same female voice from the alley made itself present, accompanied by footstapes that echoed through the burnt casino.

Once the girl stepped in front of him, Logan could actually try and take a good look at her. She was young and thin. Her fragile-looking frame and blonde ponytail made her look like an innocent teenager.

“Impressive work you have here.” She dropped one of the pages with a copy of Remus’s search history in front of Logan. “You have no evidence, and yet, you somehow found your way to me.”

“And who may you be? If I’m allowed to know.” Logan looked down at the discarder page, just in time to see a high-heel boot pressing down on it.

The girl giggled, “if you have no idea, how did you follow me all the way here?”

“Thanks to me, darling!” Remus yelled from the opposite side of the column. “You just made such a good impression the first time we met. Heck, you may have straightened me out!”

She scoffed. “I should have known you would be stupid enough to mix us up.”

“Us?”

A loud bang announced the presence of another girl as she walked towards them. “Found this one lurking around, another detective.”

Janus groaned as his captor pushed him to the floor, right in front of Logan.

This second girl was a lot more muscular than the first, but they were the same height and most likely the same age. Given the fact that their faces were identical.

Twin number two, as Logan labeled them in his brain, blew a strand of hair out of her face as she looked towards the tied man. Logan could swear he saw her expression changing for a second the moment their eyes locked, looking almost scared.

The other girl turned to face Janus, pulling on his hair to take a better look at him. Logan could observe the same expression her sister had just a moment ago, once again vanishing as quickly as it formed. She threw Janus back to the floor. “I didn’t know you tried to hook up with the book guy.”

Number two scoffed, “Because I knew you would start acting crazy about it. Sue me for having a terrible gaydar.”

“There’s two of them?! Come on! Can you have this conversation in front of me?!” Remus kicked his legs, as if the pillar would actually move. “You know, where I can actually see what’s going on?!”

“There’s no need.” Twin number one spoke, “it’s not like you’ll be able to testify with your tongue turned to ashes.” She snapped her fingers, and twin number two walked out of the room.

Number one crouched to be eye level with Logan and Janus, who had his hands and ankles tied together. “Looks like someone didn’t believe our murderer’s story and sent you two to snoop around. What gave it away, huh? Did we choose a way too incompetent guy for our bad guy?Is it really so hard to believe that he could murder an Underwood?” She stood up, walking around to face Remus. “I thought he looked the part.”

Remus grinned. “Thanks! The whole serial killer aesthetic is what I try to go for!”

Janus looked over at Logan, shifting his sight between his wrist and the girl who had them trapped once he made sure to have his ex’s attention.

Logan seemed to catch the hint, making sure to look at the girl's wrist once she circled back around to them.

Twin number one chuckled at Remus’s comments. “I thought everyone would overlook that lost puppy look you naturally have. I’m surprised to see I was wrong.”

Logan’s vision of the girl's bracelet around her wrist was limited due to the long-sleeved blouse she wore, but the Underwood’s family emblem was easy to distinguish, so unique and extravagant that it would be impossible not to recognize it.

As twin number two walked in, carrying a plastic gasoline can, Logan was able to take a better look at the bracelet. Matching jewelry with the Underwood’s emblem, accompanied by a golden letter “K” charm.

Janus chuckled. “You thought you were so clever, didn’t you? Shifting the blame to Remus, thinking he’d be sentenced for your father’s death.”

Both twins froze, and number one glared down at Janus. “How did you-”

“That is not important,” Logan stated as he looked up at the teenagers. “That part was easy to deduce, but, why would you hire us to solve the crime you committed?”

Something seemed to click on the twins’ minds as they turned to look at each other. “You hired a detective?!” They asked in unison.

Huh, that solves the double booking question.

“Oh you little shit.” Twin number one reached behind her to grab a gun, pointing it at her sister. “I knew I couldn’t trust you, you wanted to be the only heiress from the beginning.”

“You’re one to talk.” Twin number two placed the gasoline can in front of her, trying to use it as a shield. “Killing dad was your idea. Why arrange this whole ordeal if he wanted only one of us to have his fortune in the first place?”

Number one tsked, not lowering the gun. “You knew what dad’s conditions were. There was no way I would get married before you. Even a gay guy thinks you’re attractive!”

“Nah.” Remus’s voice cut through the twins’ argument as he walked around the pillar. “I was just bluffing.”

Remus gave no other warning before launching towards twin number one, trying to grab her hand and take the gun from her.

Logan and Janus had no time to be surprised at Remus’s ability to free himself, again, they had to figure out how to do it before the fight between the twins and Remus shifted to them. 

Logan made his best effort to push himself up with only his legs, leaning against the column he was tied to for support. Janus, on the other hand, tried to wiggle his ankles free so he could stand.

And then, a gunshot.

Logan closed his eyes instinctively, afraid of what he might find when he opened them. The detective heard a thud, and someone gasping for air, a high pitched voice.

Letting out a relieved sigh, Logan opened his eyes to see twin number two on the floor. Her plan of using the red can as a shield failed as he had predicted, seeing as it laid next to her with two holes on either side, letting the heavy-scented liquid spill out.

Logan expected to hear cries, or any sort of sound from twin number one that showed at least some remorse for husting his sister. But instead, she started laughing. “How is that for weak and defensless, Kara?”

Remus used that moment of distraction to kick number one’s hand, making her drop the gun. Remus kicked it far before she could pick it back up. “You’re done. You will rot in jail like you wanted me to.”

She huffed, looking at the three men. “Oh, I’m so scared. You still think you have the upper hand. How cute.” 

Twin number one ran to pick up the gasoline can, and kept running until she reached The Plume’s main entrance. Having been too distracted by the twins’ fight, they failed to notice the pile of dynamite where number one was now dumping the rest of the gasoline. “My dad and sister wanted to keep me from what’s rightfully mine. Look where that got them. Do you think I’ll have mercy for a bunch of strangers?”

She took out a lighter from her back pocket. “Say hello to my father when you rot in he-”

Remus’s fist shut her up as he punched her in the face. “Why does everyone think dramatic villain speeches work?”

Number one punched back, and they started fighting once again.

The detectives were able to stand up, but Janus still had his ankles tied. He had to half shuffle half jump to Logan. “I’ll try to undo the knot on your hands.”

Logan only nodded, not being able to take his eyes off Remus. He wouldn’t last long with all the damage he had already received, and Logan was trying to find a different escape route or something nearby they could use as a weapon, anything to keep Remus from-

Boom.

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Janus was able to free Logan’s hands before the explosion.

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Logan undid Janus’s restraints once he was free.

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The explosion caused the ceiling over the main entrance to fall, blocking it.

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Remus was on the other side, safe from the flames.

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Logan covered his face with his hand, trying to stop the fast-forming smoke from entering his lungs. If he hadn’t been able to find a way out before, the flames and ashes made it impossible now.

He felt a hand on his back, Janus’s hand. His ex pulled him down to the floor, forcing Logan to lay on his stomach. “Stay down, we can crawl to an exit.”

“Right, because you’re an expert at surviving fires.”

Janus groaned. “Is now the time to make me feel guilty?”

“We are trapped in a burning building!” Logan yelled, coughing afterwards. “If we’re going to die, I’d say the time is as best as it's going to get.”

“Fine,” Janus spoke after a minute of silence. “If you want us to waste oxygen in this, be my guest.”

Logan rolled his eyes. “You wanted to explain, didn’t you? Then explain, Janus. What could possibly be the reason you decided to let everyone believe you were dead, and abandon me?!”

“I didn’t abandon you!”

“Really? Because disappearing for four years and leaving me to grief the love of my life sounds like abandonment to me.” Logan turned around, laying on his back and trying to look up among the smoke.

Janus sighed, trying to find the words to reply, to explain. “I wasn’t supposed to be gone that long.”

“Is that the best excuse you have?”

“Would you let me finish?”

Logan rolled his eyes. “Fine.”

Janus coughed. They didn’t have much time for this. “The last case I worked on led me to very dangerous people, all because I followed the clue you warned me about.” That last comment wasn’t to stroke Logan’s ego, it was true. Janus had been stupidly impulsive and ignored Logan’s judgment, and that only brought problem after problem.

“They threatened to hurt you. I tried to get them off my back for months, to collect enough evidence to prove they were guilty, but they only got closer and closer to us. Your brother almost died in an accident they caused. I couldn’t risk them going after you.”

Alright, that was a slightly better excuse.

Logan sniffed and fakely coughed, trying to blame the smoke and heat for his tears. “Why didn’t you tell me? What I said before was true. You and I could solve any case twice as fast.”

“I wanted to protect you and panicked,” Janus rubbed his eyes as they started to sting. “The plan was to have everyone believe I was dead, solve the case and go back to you. But it was a lot harder than I anticipated. I went to you as soon as those people were behind bars, where they couldn’t hurt you.”

“And I didn’t want to listen.”

Janus snickered. “I wasn’t going to mention it, but yes, you refused to listen.”

Logan coughed, for real this time. He could feel his throat aching more and more with each second. “I had never felt such an intense amount of sadness. Every day for four years, I felt like a piece of my heart had been pulled out, as ilogical as it was. I couldn’t logic my way out of it. And when I felt like I was doing better, there you were, a ghost in my doorway. The sadness turned to rage. I suffered for so long, I cried so much, and it was all for nothing. You were alive, and I wasted so much time thinking I would never see you again.” Logan closed his eyes, letting the urge to yell and be angry wash away with the ash that covered him.

“It wasn’t fair to you. I get that. I wanted us to be together more than anything and I didn’t even consider how my decision would make you feel. I thought we could go back to what we had, like nothing happened.” Janus sighed, letting the tears roll down his cheeks. “I’m sorry, Logan.”

Logan couldn’t keep talking. His throat hurt, his eyes stung. He could only reach and grab Janus’s hand, weakly intertwining their fingers.

Janus closed his eyes, feeling Logan’s pulse and the way their hearbeats synced one last time.

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Logan was awakened by the sound of sirens.

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Janus laid next to him as the paramedics treated them.

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Remus’s voice kept them grounded. It gave the detectives a reason not to give up.

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And they didn’t

“I told you I knew every corner of that place!” Remus stood next to Logan’s hospital bed, leaving the bouquet he bought in a vase on the bedside table. “I couldn’t let you two in there to die without me!”

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Logan chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. “You are the craziest guy I’ve dated.”

Remus sat next to Logan and held his hand, stroking his thumb over the scars that now covered the detective’s forearm. “But you looove me, like you love Jan Jan!”

“Love is a strong word, Remus.” Logan smiled softly as he blushed. He looked up, spotting the face of the person who was once his supposed dead boyfriend, alive and well, giving him that smile that had made Logan fall for him in the first place. “But we’ll get there. A second date would be a great start.”

[xkleipsis]

High and Low

P.3 arranged marriage

Norihisa Hyuga x reader

P.1 P.2 P.3

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Before i knew it i was already at the grocery store, buying the food needed which slowly filled up the cart.

He didn’t even had the decency to offer to help or at say he’ll pay for it, i would’ve refused but still…mannerless man. After paying for all the food i stared at the filled plastics bags, I should’ve told him to tag along for help.

Not even half way through i am already taking my third break from carrying everything back at the house. I could’ve called for a taxi but it would’ve taken to long plus its the weekend..should i just try and call to tell him to come and help?

As i took out my phone, ready to dial his number a man with a cane, slightly tanned and dyed hair, wearing all white approaches me asking if i need help, now i know the whole thing about stranger danger but my hands were really hurting alongside with my back, not to mention Hyuga would’ve definitely refused to help me. I mean he did it before too, when i needed help putting away sone stuff at home, and the man does look well built.

I reluctantly nodded, as he hands me his cane before picking up all the grocery bags and telling me to lead the way. While walking he introduced himself as Rocky, a familiar name, apparently he owns a club too. He smelled of smoke too just like Hyuga, maybe a little less strong but Rocky was clearly a gentleman that was with no doubt. Unlike someone else.

We talked the whole way, where he gave recommendations of places alongside with places i should not go nearby as not safe for women, he didn’t joked around but he did smiled slightly whenever i did. It felt nice, it’s been almost 3 months since i came here and i barely talked with anyone unless work related or everyday interactions at public places. But now, I didn’t feel as lonely.

Whenever i offered to carry one of the bags he simply refused saying something along the lines of “a woman should never carry a burden when a man is nearby” something like that, which made me chuckle and just thanked him.

Before i knew, we were almost close to the house so that’s where we stopped our tracks. I sincerely thanked him as he just nodded before bidding farewells, ‘maybe i should visit his club one day’. I think as i take all the bag in the house and start preparing everything.

By evening i was almost done with the food, and honestly i was proud of it. I did took courses in the past but its just the aftermath of cooking never appealed to me therefore causing me to never cook, though i always made some mistakes here and there, i was sure tonight itd go well.

The food was all set, alongside with drinks, desserts and all, its just could also feel the fatigue in me so i decided to take a shower before everything started. By the time i was done, music and voices already filled the first floor of the house and outside, not the second floor as apparently it was off limits, not wanting to look too under dressed i did wore a dress, not an elegant type, a casual, comfortable one.

I slowly made my way downstairs, my heartbeat slowly increasing as there is no point in denying that i genuinely care about the opinions on the food, as i really tried my best. I noticed the guest wasnt only his gang but also people I’ve never seen before, including girls around my age i guess who where much best dressed than me…’maybe i undressed?’ I think as i make my way to Hyuga who was talking to a couple of his members, also where couple of girls clinged to said members while some also trying to get his attention instead.

Not wanting to disturb i waited for his conversation to finish however i dont think he noticed me or anyone who he was talking to did.

“I already ordered the food, it’ll be here in a bit” one of the members said, ordered? “Cant believe she actually thinks we’d eat something she made” another one adds “just a spoiled brat, making her work for a bit wasn’t as bad as i thought” Hyuga finally speaks before pulling out a cigarette.

So all i did was for nothing? Im disappointed to the point i cant even get mad now, all i could hear now was my own racing heartbeat which filled my ears cancelling out the music. “Really? Thats so childish you know” i speak, causing Hyuga to turn around with an raised eyebrow, but before he could speak i added on “i genuinely put effort in it you know. If you didnt wanted this arrangement you could’ve easily backed off, or chosen my cousin she’s less ‘spoiled’ than me after all. You didn’t had to waste my efforts though”. My tone wasnt loud or anything really, “enjoy your party, feel free to throw away everything i made” i looked at him once last time before walking away, passing through the crowd to leave the house while ignoring the small comments made by his members who saw me.

I took a deep breath as the sky got darker and the wind got chillier. Maybe leaving like that wasn’t the best idea, but still. I let out frustrated sigh i cant seem to understand in which street i even was and the fact there were drunk people walking around isnt the best. After some more walking i finally managed to reach the main street, i have no where to go and finiding a room available at a hotel at this time will be hard, just then something caught my eyes causing me to calm my heart by a bit.

I slowly entered the club, everyone are wearing white and are drunk alongside with that many guards stood around. I approached one of the guards asking if its possible to meet with Rocky and to tell him its the grocery bag girl and then i was brought to a private room to wait. Frankly speaking its careless for me to ask for help from the someone who i just met today but, it is my only option as i know no one here.

Just then the door opened and Rocky walked in, wearing more jewellery than when we met, i smiled and awkwardly waved at him as he took a seat next to me. “Missed me already?” I could tell he was trying to joke.

I shook my head “i happen to need a place to stay for tonight, are you able to help?? I’ll pay you”. I could see a questioning look on his face which caused me to sigh and explain everything to him; only for me to find out that Hyuga and Rocky knew each other AND they didn’t liked each other either…amazing, really.

However, he is really a gentleman as he offered me a private room in the club for the night, as he also went on a rant that this isnt how a woman should be treated even if it was arranged, then he shifted the topic to scold me which took me off guard as I shouldn’t been walking in dangerous streets at night and all.

Thought out all of this i just smiled and listened, it felt weirdly nice that someone somehow cared and the fact i could finally talk to someone. For the past months everyone in my family tree avoided calls unless work related probably due to the elders orders and here i knew no one.

After sometime he left and before i knew i had comfortably fallen asleep, in peace with no noise in the background unlike at Hyuga’s house.

The next morning i woke up to one of the workers bringing me new clothes and all and breakfast before leaving. I freshened up and had the breakfast and before i knew it some of Rocky’s members were in the room talking with me, mainly some quiet gossip which i didnt complain about. However this didnt lasted long as a loud crash and chaos came from the main club, causing the guys to run towards the source and i followed them.

The main part of the club, previously empty was now filled with Hyuga’s gang’s member. In the middle stood Hyuga talking to Rocky who lazily sat on the couch not caring about the broken things in the club.

“Rocky?” I whisper, still a bit confused, why was Hyuga here? Rocky gestures me to go up to him which i did while glancing at Hyuga while Rocky’s men were also on standby ready to fight i believe. “There you go, she is totally well and fine.” Rocky says while looking at Hyuga and pointing at me.

“She needed some help and i offered, its not our fault that you lack in some aspects” he adds, successfully irritating Hyuga who grabbed my hand pulling me towards him slightly, glaring at Rocky one last time “you’re also welcomed” Rocky slightly smiles at me which i nod and reciprocate before being pulled by Hyuga, out of the club and in a car. Which i quietly sit in, i mean its a free ride, no?

(Thoughts?)