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Unforgettable Kidnapping ft Karina

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Tags : first time squirting, first time BBC

Karina stepped out of her apartment into the dimly lit hallway, her heels clicking rhythmically against the cold, tiles. She was a creature of habit, meticulous in her routines. The scent of last night's dinner lingered faintly in the corridor, hinting at the lives hidden behind the doors she passed. Her neighbor, a towering figure of a man, lived in apartment 3B. She had never seen his face clearly, just the outline of his massive form as he moved behind his half-closed door or the shadow he cast when passing by. His very presence was a constant reminder of the vastness of the world, a stark contrast to the confined space of their shared floor.

The neighbor, Mr. Y/n, was a mystery to her. His deep, rumbling voice echoed through the walls at odd hours, but he was always polite when they did cross paths, his eyes never meeting hers. His hand, the one time she had shaken it, was like a glove enveloping her own. It was a hand that could easily crush her, and she had felt the strength in his grip. His skin was dark as midnight, a stark contrast to the pale walls, and his height made the ceiling seem lower, the walls narrower.

The hallway was a silent companion to her solitude, a place where whispers of other lives melded with her own quiet existence. The light from the flickering bulb cast a warm, but eerie glow, throwing elongated shadows on the floor that danced with her steps. Karina had always felt safe in her solitude, a cocoon woven by the predictable patterns of her daily life. The office was a five-minute walk away, and she liked the anonymity it offered, the way she could blend in with the urban landscape outside her door.

But tonight, as she approached the stairs, she felt a prickle of unease. The building was unnaturally still. The usual murmur of distant TVs and muffled conversations was absent. The air felt thick, charged with an energy that made her want to hurry, to escape the oppressive quiet. She glanced at Mr. Y/n's door, a sliver of light peeking through the gap at the bottom. Her heart skipped a beat. She told herself it was just the silence playing tricks on her, that she was being silly. But she couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. She quickened her pace, her hand hovering over the banister, ready to flee back to the safety of her apartment if needed.

The moment she passed his door, it swung open with a heavy creak. A hand, much larger than she had ever imagined, reached out and wrapped around her upper arm, pulling her into the apartment with surprising gentleness. She gasped, her eyes widening in terror as she stumbled into the room, the door clicking shut behind her. The hand belonged to Mr. Y/n. He stood before her, his face now fully visible in the soft glow of a single lamp. His eyes searched hers, a mix of curiosity and something she couldn't quite place.

The room was unlike anything she had expected. It was meticulously organized, almost obsessively clean. The walls were lined with bookshelves, their contents ranging from classic literature to tomes on physics and astronomy. In the corner, a grand piano gleamed, a stark contrast to the worn-out sofa in the center. His hand released her arm, and she stumbled backward, her eyes darting around the room, seeking an escape.

Now in front of Karina, y/n is standing.His body is very large, Karina's height only reaches his chest, his shoulders are very broad, and his palms are bigger than her body.

"What are you going to do, what do you want?"Karina dared to ask with trembling lips in fear."I won't hurt you if you don't resist," he answered Karina's question.

"What does it mean?"Karina asked again.All this time, y/n has been very attracted to Karina; she is his ideal type, with a big chest, a slim waist, and a big butt.Y/n has only been watching Karina from the shadows and he can no longer hold back his feelings."I will be honest, I like you Karina," he said, answering Karina's question again."I already have a boyfriend," Karina replied, lying.He knew that Karina was lying because he had dug up all the information about her, living alone in an apartment, working in an office near the apartment, and of course, he knew that Karina was still single."Don't lie, Karina, I know everything about you, besides, I don't accept rejection," he said to her.

He led her to the sofa, his hand still covering her mouth. She tried to struggle but his grip was firm, leaving her no room to escape. His eyes never left hers, the intensity of his gaze making her feel more exposed than she ever had before.

With surprising agility for a man of his size, Y/N bent down and, in one swift motion, tore Karina's shirt clean off her body. The fabric ripped easily, leaving her in just her lacy bra. She felt the coolness of the room on her bare skin and her heart raced.

Karina's eyes widened in shock and fear as she took in the sight of her torn shirt on the floor. The room spun around her, the books and furniture becoming a blur. She tried to push away the panic rising in her chest, telling herself to stay calm and think of a way out of this situation.

Y/N took a step back and admired his handiwork. His eyes traveled over her body, drinking in every inch of exposed flesh. The desire in his gaze made her feel like a piece of meat on display, and she shivered despite the warmth of the room. He sat down next to her, his leg brushing against hers, sending waves of terror through her body.

He leaned in close, his breath warm against her ear. "I've wanted this for a long time, Karina," he whispered, his voice a mix of excitement and determination. She could feel the weight of his body beside her, the heat radiating from his skin. Her mind raced for a solution, a way to get out of this nightmare without succumbing to his twisted desires.

The sound of his voice sent chills down Karina's spine. She could feel his breath on her neck, and she knew she had to act fast. Summoning all her strength, she pushed him away with all her might. The sofa screeched against the wooden floor as she stood up, but Y/N was quicker. He grabbed her by the wrists, his grip unyielding.

"Let me go!" she screamed, her voice echoing off the walls. But the only response she got was a low chuckle from Y/N. He pulled her closer, his face a mask of excitement.

"If you keep trying to escape, I'll make you faint," he threatened, his grip tightening around her wrists. Karina felt her pulse racing, her heart hammering in her chest. His strength was overwhelming, and she knew she was no match for him physically.

Her thoughts raced. If she could just keep him talking, maybe she could find a way out of this. "Okay," she said, her voice shaking. "I will do what you want, as long as you let me go afterward." It was a desperate bid for time, a hope that she could somehow convince him to change his mind.

He studied her for a moment, then nodded. "As you wish," he said, his voice low and gruff. He pointed to the mirror in the corner of the room, the glass reflecting the dim lamplight. "Now, take off your bra and panties and masturbate over there," he instructed, his eyes gleaming with a hunger that made her stomach turn.

Karina's cheeks flushed with humiliation, but she knew she had to play along. She took a deep breath and began to unclasp her bra, her eyes never leaving his. The fabric fell away, revealing her bare breasts to the cold air. She tried to keep her movements as slow and deliberate as possible, buying herself every second she could.

Her hands trembled as she slid her panties down her legs, stepping out of them. She felt the floor against her bare skin and took a tentative step towards the mirror. Her eyes caught her reflection, and she saw the fear and desperation in her own eyes. She took another deep breath and closed her eyes, willing herself to focus on the task at hand.

Y/N watched her with rapt attention, his breathing heavy. "Look at me," he demanded. She opened her eyes and met his gaze in the mirror. His eyes were dark, his pupils dilated with lust. "You have to masturbate until you orgasm, don't you dare lie," he threatened. The words sent a wave of revulsion through her, but she knew she had to play along.

Her hands began to move over her breasts, the sensation strange under his command. She had never felt so out of control, so exposed. As she touched herself, her body responded in ways she didn't expect. The fear began to mix with something else, something primal and unwelcome.

The minutes stretched into hours, or so it seemed to Karina. Her body was a vessel for his perverse pleasure, and she had become an instrument of his will. The orgasms came in waves, each more intense than the last. Her legs quivered, and she felt a sheen of sweat cover her skin. She didn't know how much more she could take, but he showed no signs of stopping.

"Faster," he growled, his voice sending tremors through her. She obeyed, her fingers moving in a blur as she watched herself in the mirror. The sight was surreal, a twisted reflection of herself that she barely recognized. Her mind was foggy with pleasure and pain, the line between the two blurring more with each passing second.

As she approached another peak, she could feel the ache in her core, a hunger that grew with each passing moment. Her own fingers weren't enough; she craved something more substantial, something that would fill her completely. Her thoughts strayed to his massive frame, the bulge in his pants that she had been trying to ignore.

Karina's cheeks flushed with shame as she found herself imagining his cock, thick and hard, taking her. Her eyes fluttered shut as she came again, the sound of her cries muffled by the hand still clamped over her mouth. When she opened them, she saw the approval in his gaze, and it only made her feel more degraded.

"You're a good girl," he praised her, his voice a low rumble that seemed to resonate in the very air around them. "Now, I'm going to let go of your wrists. If you stop, I'll know. And I won't be happy."

Her hands didn't stop moving, even when he released her. The need was too great now, the craving a living thing that demanded to be satisfied. Her eyes remained locked with his in the mirror, the only connection in this twisted dance of power and submission.

The room spun around her, the books and furniture becoming a blur. The only thing in focus was his hungry stare, the way his tongue traced the outline of his teeth as he watched her. Karina's mind raced, searching for a way out, but her body was trapped in a cycle of pleasure and pain that she couldn't escape.

"Please," she whimpered, her voice barely audible. "Y/N, give me your cock."

The words hung in the air like a confession, raw and desperate. He smirked, a victory shining in his eyes. "You have to ask for it," he said, his voice a taunt.

Karina felt the bile rise in her throat as she forced out the words. "Please, Y/N," she begged, her voice shaking. "Let me suck your cock."

The smirk on his face grew wider, and he leaned back on the sofa, his grip on her wrists loosening slightly. "Good girl," he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Now, get down on your knees and show me how much you want it."

Karina felt a mix of fear and anger swirl in her stomach, but she knew that resisting would only make things worse. Slowly, she sank to her knees, the cold floor sending a jolt of reality through her body. She could see the bulge in his pants, the fabric straining against his erection. Her mouth went dry at the thought of what was to come.

"Good," he said, his voice a low growl. "Now, tell me how much you want to degrade yourself for me."

Karina's stomach churned at the command, but she knew resistance was futile. She took a deep, shaky breath and whispered, "I want to degrade myself for you, Y/N." The words felt like acid on her tongue, but she forced them out, her eyes never leaving his in the mirror.

He leaned forward, his massive frame towering over her. "I want to hear you say it," he demanded, his voice a dark caress. "Say it like you mean it."

Her voice barely above a whisper, Karina repeated, "Please, let your slut suck your dick." The words tasted bitter, but she knew they were the key to unlocking this twisted game.

Y/N's smirk grew wider, and he released her wrists completely. She felt the weight of his gaze as she reached for his pants, her trembling fingers fumbling with the zipper. She took a deep breath and pulled them down, exposing his boxers. His erection strained against the fabric, and she swallowed hard.

When she pulled them down, revealing his cock in all its glory, she gasped. It was unlike anything she had ever seen. It was massive, thick and veiny, the head a dark purple that looked almost painful. It was the stuff of her darkest fantasies, but in this moment, it was a weapon of fear.

Karina's eyes went wide with shock. This was no porn star's cock; it was a beast that could split her in two. She felt a mix of dread and arousal as she took it in her hands, feeling the warmth and weight of it. It was the ultimate symbol of his power over her, and she couldn't help but feel a twisted fascination with it.

Her hand looked so small, almost comical, wrapped around his girth.

"How long and girth?" Karina asked, her voice quivering slightly, as she stared at the massive organ before her. It was a question that had been burning in the back of her mind since she first caught sight of it, a question she didn't dare voice aloud. Y/N chuckled, his eyes never leaving hers in the mirror.

"12 inches long, 6 inches thick," he said with a smugness that made Karina's stomach drop. She had heard of such sizes in her wildest fantasies, but to actually see one, to feel its weight in her own hand, was almost too much to bear.

Y/N took her hand and wrapped it around his cock, showing her how to grip it properly. His skin was velvety smooth, the head swollen and shiny with pre-cum. He guided her other hand to cup his balls, showing her how to handle them gently. His breathing grew heavier as she touched him, his eyes never leaving hers in the mirror.

"Open your mouth," he instructed, his voice thick with desire. Karina obeyed, her heart racing. He brought the tip of his cock to her lips, the smell of him musky and overwhelming. She took a tentative lick, tasting the salty precursor to what was to come. He groaned in approval, his hand guiding her to take more of him in.

He pushed into her mouth, inch by agonizing inch. She gagged, her eyes watering, but she didn't stop. She knew that if she did, it would only make things worse. His hand was in her hair now, pulling gently but insistently. She focused on breathing through her nose, her cheeks hollowing as she took him deeper.

The sensation of his cock filling her mouth was unlike anything she had ever experienced. It was all she could do to keep her teeth from scraping his shaft, to keep her gag reflex at bay. He watched her in the mirror, his expression a mix of pleasure and concentration.

"Look at me," he murmured, and she did, her eyes watering. He began to move, fucking her mouth with a slow, steady rhythm. She could feel his cock sliding over her tongue, the head of it brushing the back of her throat. She tried to relax, to take him deeper, but it was a battle she was losing.

He pulled out slightly, giving her a moment to breathe. "Good girl," he said, his voice a caress. "Now, let me show you how it's done." He leaned back, stroking himself slowly, watching her with a hungry gaze.

Karina felt a strange mix of relief and disappointment. She wanted to hate this, wanted to fight against the waves of pleasure that crashed through her body every time she thought of his cock inside her. But she couldn't. It was as if she had been programmed to crave this, to need it more than anything else.

He stood up, his cock swaying slightly with the movement. "On your knees," he ordered, his voice firm. She complied, her eyes never leaving his. He stepped closer, positioning himself in front of her.

"Now, watch and learn," he said, and she did. His hand moved in a blur, stroking his cock with a practiced ease that made her mouth water. His other hand reached out, caressing her cheek, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw.

He began to speak, his words a mix of instruction and seduction. "You need to relax your throat, let it open for me. Take it slow, don't rush." His voice was a purr, a siren's song that beckoned her closer.

Karina leaned in, her eyes glued to the sight before her. She took him back into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock. He groaned, his hand tightening in her hair. "That's it," he murmured, his eyes half-closed with pleasure.

As he fucked her mouth, she felt something shift within her. The fear and anger began to melt away, replaced by a burning need to please him. It was as if she had been waiting for this moment, as if this was what she had been born to do.

Her mind was a haze of pleasure and pain as she took him deeper and deeper. The only thing that mattered was his cock, the feel of him in her mouth, the taste of him on her tongue. She was his, completely and utterly, and she didn't want it to end.

The tension in his body grew, his movements becoming more erratic. She could feel his orgasm building, the muscles in his thighs tensing. He pulled out of her mouth with a wet pop, his cock glistening with her saliva.

"Look at me," he demanded, his voice thick with need. She did, her eyes wide with anticipation. He stroked himself, his hand moving faster and faster.

"Gluk gluk gluk," was the only sound Karina's mouth could produce as she stared, mesmerized by the sight of his cock. It was a wet, sloppy sound, a testament to the saliva that coated his shaft. Her own need grew, a desperate ache that made her want to beg for more.

Y/N's hand moved with purpose, the sound of his fist sliding along his cock a symphony of desire. Karina's eyes were glued to the sight, her own breathing matching his rhythm. The veins in his cock stood out, pulsing with each stroke.

"I'm going to come," he warned her, his voice strained. Karina nodded, her eyes never leaving his. She was his, and she would take it all.

With a roar, he exploded, his cum spurting into her mouth. She swallowed, her eyes watering from the sheer volume of it. It was like nothing she had ever tasted before, a mix of salt and musk that filled her mouth and coated her throat.

He came for what felt like an eternity, his cock pulsing with every spurt. She took it all, her cheeks bulging with his seed. When he was finished, she licked her lips, savoring the taste of him.

Karina felt a strange mix of satisfaction and humiliation, a heady cocktail that went straight to her head. She had never been used like this before, and she had never wanted it more.

Y/N's grip on her hair loosened, and she looked up at him, her eyes glazed with lust. He reached down and wiped the remaining cum from her face, his thumb sliding over her bottom lip. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice a gentle praise that made her heart flutter.

The room was silent except for their ragged breaths. Karina felt a strange sense of peace wash over her, as if she had just passed some sort of twisted test.

"Now," he said, his voice a low rumble. "It's time for the real fun to begin." He picked her up effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist. Her heart raced as he carried her to the bedroom, the anticipation of what was to come making her wet with need.

He laid her down on the bed, his massive body looming over her. The mattress sank under their combined weight, the springs groaning in protest. His eyes never left hers as he spread her legs wide, the light from the lamp casting shadows over her exposed flesh.

With a predatory grace, he descended upon her, his tongue parting her folds. Karina gasped as he began to lick her, his tongue swirling and darting in a way that made her hips buck off the bed. She had never felt anything so intense, so all-consuming. It was as if every nerve in her body was focused solely on the sensation of his mouth on her most sensitive spot.

His tongue felt like fire against her clit, the pressure building with each pass. She moaned, her hands clutching the bed sheets in a desperate attempt to anchor herself to reality. Her eyes rolled back in her head, her breath coming in ragged gasps as he devoured her.

The room was filled with the sounds of his wet, hungry mouth and her own desperate cries. The scent of their mingling arousal was thick in the air, a heady aroma that only served to drive her higher. She could feel her orgasm building, a wave that threatened to crash over her and sweep her away.

"Oh, God," she moaned, her voice hoarse from the effort of speaking. "Y/N, I'm going to come."

He didn't stop, didn't even look up from between her legs. Instead, he redoubled his efforts, his tongue moving faster, pressing harder. She could feel the tension in her body coiling tighter and tighter, a spring wound to its breaking point.

And then, with a scream that seemed to rip from her very soul, she came. Her body convulsed, her muscles clenching around his tongue. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her, leaving her trembling and gasping for air.

Y/N pulled away, his face glistening with her juices. He gave her a smug look, his eyes dark with lust. "Good," he said. "Very good."

Karina lay there, her body still shaking with the aftershocks of her climax. She had never felt so utterly dominated, so completely owned. And yet, she wanted more.

"Have you ever squirted?" Y/N asked, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver down her spine. Karina shook her head, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. He chuckled, a deep, dark sound that sent a thrill through her.

"Let's change that," he murmured, his tongue delving deeper into her folds. He was relentless, his movements precise and calculated. Karina could feel the tension building again, her body responding to his touch with an eagerness that shocked and excited her.

His fingers found her g-spot, pressing and curling in a way that made her eyes roll back. She was so close, so close to something she had only read about, something she had never dared hope to experience. Her breath hitched in her throat, and she could feel her body tightening around him.

"Come for me," he said, his voice a command that she couldn't ignore. And with a scream that seemed to shake the very foundations of the room, she did. Her body spasmed, her muscles clenching and releasing in waves of pure pleasure. She could feel the warmth of her release flooding out, soaking the bed beneath her.

Y/N's eyes never left hers as she squirted, the expression on his face a mix of awe and hunger. He watched her with the intensity of a predator, his tongue still working her clit with a skill that was almost unbelievable. The sensation was too much, and she felt herself being pushed to the brink of consciousness.

"Ahhhh... It is so good, fuck," Karina moaned, her voice a mix of pleasure and desperation. The feeling of release was unlike anything she had ever experienced, a powerful, all-consuming orgasm that seemed to shake the very core of her being. She bucked her hips upward, her body begging for more of his touch.

Y/N's eyes gleamed with a predatory hunger as he watched her climax, his own desire clear in the bulge of his pants. Without missing a beat, he slid two fingers into her soaking wet pussy, his movements deliberate and slow. She gasped, the sudden intrusion making her body tense again.

He began to pump his fingers in and out of her, his thumb rubbing her clit in slow circles. The sensation was overwhelming, the aftershocks of her orgasm mixing with the building tension of a new one. "Do you want more, Karina?" he asked, his voice a dark whisper that seemed to echo in the room.

Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she could only nod in response, the words lost in the haze of pleasure. He took it as an affirmation and began to pick up the pace, his fingers moving faster and deeper. She could feel her walls clenching around him, her body greedily taking all that he had to give.

Karina's moans grew louder, her breath coming in pants as she approached the peak once more. Her eyes remained locked with his in the mirror, the sight of his powerful body above her, his fingers working their magic, only serving to fuel her desire. She had never felt so alive, so in the moment.

Her hips began to move with his rhythm, her body instinctively seeking out the sensation that she knew would push her over the edge. His thumb pressed harder against her clit, and she could feel her orgasm building, a storm gathering on the horizon.

"Yes, yes, I want more," she finally managed to gasp out, her voice a desperate plea. He smirked, a knowing look in his eye that said he had her exactly where he wanted her. He added a third finger, stretching her even further. The sensation was almost too much to handle, but she craved it.

Her muscles tightened around his fingers, her pussy squeezing and releasing in a frantic dance. His movements grew more urgent, his own breathing ragged with the effort of holding back. The bedrock of tension within her shuddered, and she knew she was on the brink of something incredible.

With a final, powerful thrust, he hit her g-spot, and she screamed as the orgasm crashed over her. Her body arched off the bed, her back bowing as wave after wave of pleasure consumed her. It was as if she was being torn apart from the inside out, reborn in a sea of ecstasy.

Y/N watched her with a satisfied expression, his own need palpable in the air. He slowly removed his fingers, his gaze never leaving hers. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice thick with lust.

The room spun around her, the only anchor the sound of his voice. She was lost in a whirlwind of sensation, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her release. And yet, she could feel the hunger building again, a need that was insatiable.

Y/N's voice grew more urgent. "Now get all on four," he ordered, his tone leaving no room for disobedience. Karina's legs felt like jelly, but she managed to push herself up onto her knees. Her breasts bounced with the movement, her nipples hard and sensitive. The fabric of the bed was rough against her skin, the friction adding to the delicious ache between her legs.

He positioned himself behind her, his breath hot against the back of her neck. "Spread your legs," he said, his voice a low growl. She felt his cock brush against her inner thigh, and she couldn't help but whimper. The anticipation was almost unbearable.

Without warning, she felt his tongue slide along her slit, the sensation so intense that it made her jolt. He chuckled, his breath warm and damp against her skin. "Relax," he murmured, his tongue delving deeper into her folds. She bit her bottom lip, her eyes squeezed shut as she focused on the feeling of him tasting her, licking her, consuming her.

He teased her mercilessly, his tongue flicking and swirling around her clit. She could feel her body tightening again, the pressure building. It was as if he had unlocked a secret part of her that she had never known existed. She was his plaything, and she loved every second of it.

He took his time, savoring her taste, driving her to the brink of insanity. Every time she thought she couldn't take it anymore, he would ease back, only to plunge in again with renewed vigor. Her hips rocked back against his face, her body begging for more.

"Oh God," she moaned, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm going to come again."

He didn't answer, just kept licking, his tongue now moving in slow, deliberate strokes that made her pussy clench around his fingers. He added a fourth digit, and she cried out, the sensation of being so filled, so stretched, making her feel like she was going to break apart.

But she didn't break. Instead, she shattered into a million pieces, her orgasm so intense that she saw stars. Her pussy spasmed around his hand, her juices flooding out of her.

As the waves of pleasure began to subside, she felt his cock pressing against her opening. He was so thick, so hard, that she could feel herself stretching around him, her muscles protesting.

He didn't give her time to adjust, just pushed inside with one swift movement that made her scream. The pain was immediate, but it quickly gave way to a deep, intense pleasure that stole her breath away.

"Fuck, so big," Karina moaned, her voice high-pitched and desperate. "I'm going to cum."

Y/N's laugh was dark and triumphant. "You're such a slut, Karina," he said, his voice a sneer. "Already cumming from initial penetration. You're just like all the others."

The pain was intense, a burning sensation that made her want to pull away, but she knew better. She pushed back into him, taking him deeper, the heat of his body against hers making her skin tingle. "It's because your cock is so fucking big," she managed to say through gritted teeth, her voice thick with lust.

He began to move, his hips pumping into her with a slow, steady rhythm that made her moan. The pain morphed into something else, something dark and delicious that had her panting for more. Her nails dug into the bed, her body moving in time with his, each thrust sending a jolt of pleasure through her.

"Fuck, yes," she screamed, her voice echoing off the walls. "I can feel it in my stomach!" The intensity was almost too much to handle, but she reveled in it, her body stretching to accommodate his massive size. His hands were on her hips, guiding her, holding her in place as he claimed her.

Y/N's grip tightened, and with a smack, he slapped her ass. The sound was sharp, punctuating the rhythm of their fucking. Karina's eyes widened in surprise, but the pain was quickly followed by a burst of pleasure that had her pussy clenching around him even harder.

"Do you like it when my big cock destroys your pussy, slut?" he growled, his voice thick with desire. She could feel his hand tense before the next smack, the anticipation sending a shiver down her spine.

"Ahh, yes, Y/N," Karina gasped as the pain flared up again, her ass stinging from the impact. But it was a sweet, delicious pain, one that only added to the intense pleasure building within her. She pushed back against him, her body begging for more, the bulge of his cock pressing into her abdomen with each powerful thrust.

He didn't hold back, his hips slamming into her with a force that made the bed creak in protest. Her breasts bounced with each impact, the sensation sending sparks of pleasure through her body. She could feel the head of his cock brushing against her cervix, a feeling that was both terrifying and exhilarating.

"Ahh, your cock is bulging under my stomach," Karina managed to gasp out, her voice strained with the effort of speaking. She could feel his length stretching her to the limits, filling her completely. The pain in her ass was a constant throb, a reminder of the power he held over her.

Y/N chuckled, his voice dark and filled with satisfaction. "Squirt for my cock, Karina," he said, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her. She didn't know how she could possibly come again, but the command in his voice made her body respond, her pussy clenching around him.

He began to fuck her harder, his cock pistoning in and out of her with a force that left her gasping. She could feel herself building again, the pressure in her belly growing until it was almost unbearable. And then, with a scream that echoed through the apartment, she did it.

Her pussy spasmed, and she squirted all over his cock, the force of it pushing him out of her. It was like a geyser, a torrent of fluid that soaked the bed beneath them. Y/N's eyes widened, and he stared at her, his own arousal clear on his face. "Again," he demanded, and she nodded, her body already responding to his command.

He slammed back into her, his cock slipping into her easily despite her tightness. She could feel the head of his cock pressing against her g-spot, the sensation sending her over the edge once more. She squirted again, the force of it pushing him almost out of her.

This time, he was ready. He held her hips down, his grip bruising, as he kept pumping into her. Her pussy convulsed around him, the feeling of her release gripping him in a vice-like hold. He groaned, his own orgasm building within him.

"Fuck, you're so good," he grunted, his hips moving faster and faster. "So fucking good." His hand reached around, his thumb pressing hard against her clit as he drove into her. She could feel her body responding, the walls of her pussy clamping down on him, her juices flowing like a river.

With one final, powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside her. She felt his cock pulse, his warm cum filling her up. The sensation of being so full, of being claimed so completely, sent her over the edge again. Her body tensed, her pussy spasming around him as she came, the force of her orgasm pushing his cum out of her, mixing with her squirt.

The room was a symphony of their moans and the slap of skin against skin. Karina's vision swam, her body shaking with the aftershocks of pleasure. Y/N pulled out of her, his cock still twitching with the last vestiges of his climax. He stared down at her, his chest heaving.

"You're mine," he said, his voice a possessive growl. "You will always come for me, no matter how much you resist."

Karina collapsed onto the bed, her body limp and spent. She knew he was right. Some twisted part of her craved this, the feeling of being used and dominated by him. She was his, and she never wanted to leave this bed, this apartment, his control.

Y/N leaned down, his mouth capturing hers in a bruising kiss. She could taste herself on his lips, the flavor of her own arousal mixing with the salt of his sweat. His tongue danced with hers, claiming her mouth just as thoroughly as he had claimed her body.

When he pulled away, she was left gasping for air, her eyes glazed with lust. "What's next?" she whispered, her voice a needy plea.

He smiled, a cold, cruel smile that sent a shiver down her spine. "Now," he said, "we're going to see just how much you can take."

He reached into the nightstand, pulling out a set of handcuffs. The metal was cold against her wrists as he secured them to the bed frame, her heart racing with a mix of fear and excitement.

"You're going to scream for me," he murmured, his voice a dark promise. "And I'm going to enjoy every single second of it."

The room grew colder, the only warmth the fire that raged in her belly. She was his toy, his to do with as he pleased, and she wouldn't have it any other way. As the cuffs clicked into place, she knew that she was in for a night she would never forget.

He stood over her, his cock still hard and glistening with their combined fluids. "Ready?" he asked, a glint in his eye.

Karina took a deep breath, nodded, and whispered, "Yes, Y/N. I'm ready." Her heart pounded in her chest, the anticipation of what was to come making her body tremble. She had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable. But she also felt alive, more alive than she had in a long time.

Y/N picked up a flogger from the bedside table, the leather strands shimmering in the soft light. He trailed it gently across her skin, and she flinched at the touch. "This will hurt," he warned her, his voice a dark promise. "But you will take it. You will take it for me."

Her breath hitched as he brought the flogger down across her back, the leather biting into her flesh. It stung, the pain sharp and intense. But she didn't scream. Instead, she moaned, the sound of her own pleasure mixing with the pain. Each strike brought a new wave of sensation, a dance of agony and ecstasy that she couldn't get enough of.

He worked his way down, the flogger landing on her ass with a satisfying thwack. She felt the skin there warm and redden, the sting of each hit making her pussy clench with need. "Y/N," she moaned, her voice a desperate plea.

He leaned down, his mouth by her ear. "You're doing so well," he murmured, his breath hot against her skin. "But we're just getting started." He paused, the room silent except for the sound of their heavy breathing.

And then he struck again, the leather strands wrapping around her body and biting into her skin. She cried out, her body arching with the sensation. He varied the intensity, sometimes gentle, sometimes harsh, always keeping her guessing.

The smell of leather and sex filled the air, a heady mix that only served to heighten her arousal. She could feel herself growing wetter, her pussy swollen and begging for his touch. "Please," she moaned, not sure what she was asking for.

He set the flogger aside, his hand replacing the leather. His touch was firm, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her ass as he began to spank her again. "Count," he ordered, his voice firm.

"One," she gasped, as his hand came down again. "Two," she counted, her voice growing more strained. "Three, four, five..." With each number, the pain grew more intense, but so did the pleasure. Her body was on fire, a raging inferno that threatened to consume her.

Y/N's hand moved faster, the slaps falling in a steady rhythm that had her moaning and writhing on the bed. "Ten," she choked out, the word barely audible. "Please, more."

He complied, his hand landing with a satisfying smack on her ass again and again. Her skin was on fire, the sting of each hit only adding to the burning need between her legs. "I can't," she gasped, her voice tight with pain and pleasure.

"You can," he said, his voice a low growl. "You will." He leaned down, his teeth grazing her ear. "Because you're mine. You're going to take everything I give you and beg for more."

The words sent a shock of pleasure through her, and she nodded, her eyes squeezed shut. "Yes, Y/N," she whispered. "I'm yours."

He reached between her legs, his fingers sliding through her wetness. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. He slid two fingers inside her, his hand moving in time with the spanks.

Karina felt herself spiraling out of control, the pain and pleasure merging into a single, overwhelming sensation. Her orgasm built, a crescendo that seemed to go on forever. And when it finally crashed over her, she screamed his name, her body convulsing with the power of it.

Y/N watched her, his own desire burning even hotter at the sight of her submission. He pulled her down onto the bed, his cock still rock-hard and demanding. "Ride me," he ordered, his voice a low rumble. "Show me what a good little slut you can be."

Her legs still trembled as she positioned herself above his cock, straddling his hips. She felt the head of his dick nudging at her entrance, and she took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. She was so sensitive from the previous orgasms that even the slightest touch made her shiver.

Without warning, Y/N grabbed her hips and pulled her down, impaling herself on his cock with a sharp cry. "Ahh, Y/N," she gasped as he filled her up completely. She could feel every inch of him, stretching her out and filling her up with a delicious pressure that made her eyes water.

"Fuck," he groaned, his hands tightening on her hips. "You're so tight."

Karina bit her lip, her voice trembling as she leaned back, pointing her stomach. "Your cock is reaching here," she whispered, the words filled with a mix of awe and fear. He chuckled, the sound deep and sinister, as he began to thrust up into her, his hips meeting hers in a punishing rhythm.

Her body was a wreck, muscles sore from the abuse of the previous climaxes, but she didn't dare protest. She knew that she had signed up for this when she stepped into his apartment, and she was going to see it through. Her eyes watered as she bounced up and down on his cock, trying to find a rhythm that didn't make the pain unbearable.

"AHHH," she gasped as she took him in deeper, his shaft hitting her g-spot with every bounce. She could feel his cock throb with every thrust, the veins pulsing beneath the velvety skin. His eyes never left hers, the intensity of his gaze making her pussy clench around him.

"Yes, my slut," Y/N grunted, his hips moving faster and more forcefully beneath her. "Cum for my cock." His words were a command, a demand that her body responded to instinctively. She felt the pressure building, the heat in her belly spreading out like wildfire.

With a scream that seemed to tear from her very soul, Karina's pussy clenched around his shaft, her muscles contracting in a powerful orgasm. Her juices gushed out of her, soaking him, the bed, everything. The force of it was so intense that she felt his cock slip from her grasp, the sudden emptiness making her gasp.

Y/N chuckled, his eyes gleaming with triumph. He grabbed her hips, pulling her back down onto him. She could feel his cock throb with renewed vigor as he began to fuck her harder, his hips bucking up to meet her every move. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, the tips brushing against his chest hair, sending sparks of pleasure through her body.

Her pussy was so sensitive, so swollen, that every stroke was like a brand-new orgasm. She could feel herself slipping, her body losing the battle against the relentless tide of pleasure that he was drowning her in. His cock was like a beacon, guiding her through the storm.

Her eyes fluttered closed as she felt herself falling into him, her body weightless against his powerful frame. His chest was a pillow of warm, solid muscle, his heart thundering against her cheek as he drove into her. His arms wrapped around her, holding her tight, keeping her in place as she rode him like a wild animal in heat.

But then, she whispered it, the words a desperate plea. "I can't ride anymore, Y/N. Forgive me." Her voice was barely audible, lost in the symphony of their mingled breaths and the slap of flesh against flesh. Y/N's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched, but he didn't miss a beat, his hips continuing to piston up into her.

"Ahh, just like that," she moaned, her voice a mix of pain and pleasure. "Just fuck my pussy, Y/N." He smirked, his grip on her hips tightening, his thrusts growing more demanding. Karina's head fell back, her hair cascading down her back as she lost herself in the rhythm of his movements.

Y/N leaned back, his hands moving to her breasts. He squeezed and pinched the sensitive flesh, his eyes never leaving hers as he watched her face contort with every sensation. "You like that, don't you?" he taunted, his voice a dark whisper in the quiet room. "You like when I fill your tight little cunt."

Karina's pussy clenched around him, and she could feel the beginnings of another orgasm building. She nodded, her voice lost in a moan. "Yes, Y/N," she managed to murmur. "I love it."

The words seemed to spur him on, his strokes growing faster and more erratic. "You're so tight," he grunted, his eyes never leaving hers. "It's like you were made for my cock."

Karina's body was a whirlwind of sensation, a maelstrom of pleasure and pain. Each thrust seemed to hit her g-spot with surgical precision, sending waves of ecstasy crashing through her. "It's just ur dick is so big, Y/N," she gasped, her voice strained. "So...so thick."

Y/N smirked, his eyes gleaming with arrogance. "I told you," he murmured, his voice a dark purr. "You're mine now." He pulled almost all the way out before slamming back into her, the force making her eyes roll back in her head.

Karina could feel his cock touching places inside her that she didn't know existed, reaching depths that she had never felt before. It was as if her body had been made for him, molded by his desire to fit him perfectly. "Ahh, Y/N," she gasped, her nails digging into his chest. "It's so deep."

Y/N's eyes darkened, his teeth gritted with the effort to hold back his own climax. He knew she was close, could feel the tightness of her pussy around him, the way her muscles tensed with every thrust. "You're going to come for me," he said, his voice a demand. "Now."

With that, he reached between her legs, his thumb pressing firmly against her clit. Karina's eyes snapped open, her pupils dilating with the sudden, intense sensation. She threw her head back, her mouth open in a silent scream as the orgasm took her. Her body bucked and convulsed, her pussy spasming around his cock.

"Fuck, Y/N, I'm cumming!" she screamed, her voice hoarse with pleasure. Her pussy clamped down on him, the walls pulsing with each wave of her orgasm. He groaned, feeling her juices coating him, her warmth gripping him like a vice.

Y/N's own release was building, his balls tightening with the promise of a powerful climax. He could see the desperation in Karina's eyes, the need for him to fill her completely, to mark her as his. "Take it," he grunted, his hips slamming into hers. "Take all of me."

Her pussy was contracting around him, the muscles pulsing with every thrust. He could feel her getting closer, her breath hitching with every stroke. "Please, Y/N," she begged, her voice a whimper. "Please, let me cum again."

He didn't need any more encouragement. He leaned up, his thumb finding her clit once more. He rubbed it in circles, increasing the pressure with every pass. Her hips began to move in sync with his hand, her moans growing louder and more desperate.

"Please," she begged, her voice strained. "Please, let me cum again." Her pussy was so tight around his cock, her juices making it slick and hot. He could feel the beginnings of his own climax, the tension in his balls growing with every stroke.

Y/N leaned in, his teeth grazing her neck as his thumb continued to work her clit. "Beg for it," he murmured, his breath hot against her skin. "Tell me you need it."

"I do," Karina sobbed, her voice a desperate plea. "I need to cum, please, Y/N. I can't take it anymore." Her pussy was clenching around him, desperate for release. The pain was a constant throb, a reminder of the boundaries he had pushed and the price of her submission.

With a snarl, Y/N drove into her one last time, his cock swelling within her tight channel. "Now," he grunted, his thumb pressing down on her clit with all the strength he had left. Karina's body responded immediately, her orgasm slamming into her with the force of a freight train.

Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she screamed, her nails digging into his skin as her pussy spasmed around him. He could feel the warm rush of her release, her walls contracting in a vice-like grip that threatened to pull the very essence of him out. He couldn't hold back any longer, his own orgasm barreling through him like a storm.

With a roar, he filled her completely, his cum jetting into her in thick, hot spurts. The sensation of her tight pussy milking him was almost too much, and he came harder than he ever had before. The room was filled with the sounds of their shared pleasure, the air thick with the scent of sex and sweat.

As the last tremors of their shared climax faded, Karina felt her consciousness slipping away. Her body was a limp mess of pleasure-soaked limbs, her mind a haze of lust and submission. She didn't know how long she had been with Y/N, but she knew she didn't want it to end.

Y/N watched her with a mix of satisfaction and concern, his breathing finally evening out. He reached out, his hand gentle as he cupped her cheek. "Look at me, Karina," he said, his voice a command even as his eyes searched hers.

Her eyelids fluttered open, and she gazed up at him, her pupils blown with desire. "Y/N," she whispered, her voice a breathy gasp.

"You did well," he murmured, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw. "So, so well." His praise sent a shiver of pleasure through her, her pussy clenching around his still-hard cock.

He leaned down, claiming her mouth in a kiss that was as much possession as it was affection. Karina melted into him, her body responding to his touch despite her exhaustion. She knew that she had found something in him that she had been craving, something dark and primal that she had never experienced before.

As the kiss ended, Y/N pulled out of her, the absence of his cock leaving her feeling empty and used. But it was a good empty, a good used, one that she knew she would crave again and again.

"Now sleep, Karina," he said, his voice a gentle command. "Tomorrow is a different day for you." He climbed off the bed, leaving her to lay there, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasms.

Her eyes followed him as he moved around the room, his naked body a vision of power and masculinity. He was a force of nature, unstoppable and all-consuming. And she was his, completely and utterly.

He returned with a warm, wet cloth, gently cleaning her up. The coolness of the fabric against her overheated skin was a relief, and she sighed as he took care of her. He was so tender, so gentle in his dominance. It was a stark contrast to the aggression he had shown earlier, and she found it incredibly arousing.

Y/N tucked her into bed, his eyes lingering on her bruised and swollen flesh. She felt a twinge of pain, but it was quickly overshadowed by the warmth of his gaze. "You did well tonight," he murmured, his voice a soft caress.

"Thank you, Y/N," she whispered, her eyes drooping with exhaustion. She didn't know what tomorrow would bring, but she knew she was in for more of the same. And she couldn't wait.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her forehead in a soft kiss. "Rest now," he said. "You're going to need your strength." With that, he flicked off the light, leaving her in the darkness.

Karina closed her eyes, the events of the evening replaying in her mind. The fear, the pain, the pleasure. It was all so intense, so overwhelming. But as she drifted off to sleep, she knew that she had found something she never knew she was looking for. A man who could give her everything she never knew she needed.

The mattress dipped as Y/N climbed into bed beside her, his arm wrapping around her waist. She snuggled into his embrace, feeling safe and protected in a way she hadn't felt in a long time. His hand trailed down her body, coming to rest on her hip, his fingers flexing gently.

"Tomorrow," he whispered into the darkness. "Tomorrow, we'll see just how much more you can take." The words sent a thrill through her, a promise of more pleasure and pain, more submission and control.

As she drifted off to sleep, her body still pulsing with the echoes of her orgasms, Karina knew that she was in for the most intense experience of her life. And she was ready to embrace it, ready to become whatever he needed her to be.

[sknyuz]

prompt — “i’m so undeniably screwed for this woman.”

pairing — woozi x reader

genre — fluffy fluff, opposites attract, tiny bit of woozi’s inner turmoil but in a cute way

warnings — light swearing, mutual pining, woozi being emotionally constipated but adorable about it

word count — 600(?) i literally planned longer but my brain farted

note: nonchalant woozi + sunshine reader <3 thank you for this request hehe.

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he’s watching you again.

not in a weird way. not in a creepy way. probably.

it’s just—you’re laughing. again. and it’s the kind of laugh that bursts out of you like soda fizz, bright and sparkling, and it fills the whole studio. and he’s just—well...

“hyung,” seungkwan says, walking past with his laptop and a raised brow, “you’re staring again.” he sing-songs, rolling his eyes.

woozi blinks, caught.

“i’m not,” he replies, flatly.

“sure,” seungkwan sings, disappearing down the hall.

woozi sighs and sinks further into his chair. you’re sitting cross-legged on the studio couch, scrolling through your phone, earbuds in and completely oblivious to the absolute chokehold you’ve put him in.

and that’s the problem. you always are.

you’re warm, expressive, a walking serotonin shot. you light up every room you walk into and talk with your hands and cry over dog videos and compliment strangers’ outfits just because. you're the type of person who remembers birthdays, texts people good luck before big meetings, and bakes cookies on random tuesdays "just because you felt like it."

and woozi?

woozi is the guy who pretends not to hear compliments because he doesn’t know how to take them, he expresses love through perfectly mixed vocal tracks and buying your favorite snacks and pretending he’s not checking his phone every two minutes waiting for your reply.

and yet you’re here all the time.

you come by the studio even when he doesn’t ask. you bring coffee and snacks and once a tiny plush keychain because "it looked like you and i couldn't not buy it." you ask about his day like you really want to know. you hug him goodbye even though he never hugs back (not properly, anyway).

and sometimes you sit quietly beside him for hours, just vibing, while he works on music. humming under your breath. asking questions about things he thought no one ever noticed. like the way he softens the instrumental under the bridge to highlight the vocals. or how he layers harmonies to make the chorus sound fuller.

you notice everything—and it’s driving him insane.

because he’s not supposed to feel this soft. not when he barely knows what to do with his feelings half the time, not when you smile at him like you know something he doesn’t, like you’re waiting for him to catch up.

“you okay?” you ask suddenly, pulling out your earbuds and tilting your head at him. he startles slightly, coughing. “yeah.”

“you were spacing out,” you grin. “thinking hard, genius?”

he huffs a laugh, turns back to his screen. “something like that.”

you shuffle over and peer at his monitor, chin on his shoulder like it’s the most natural thing in the world. he doesn’t move. doesn’t breathe. you’re close enough that he can smell your shampoo. something citrusy. fresh. “is this the new demo?” you whisper, like it’s a secret.

he nods.

“can i hear it?”

“it’s not done yet.”

“i don’t care.” you whisper, leaning in close to his ear.

and he sighs, already knowing that he’d lost to you with just one look. he hits play and pretends his heart isn’t doing backflips while you listen with that furrowed brow and soft smile. you always listen like this—like the song is a person you’re trying to understand.

when it ends, you turn to him, eyes wide. “woozi. that’s so good. it sounds like falling in love.”

he snorts, ducking his head. “that’s not what it’s about.”

“still feels like it,” you shrug.

he glances at you, a little helpless. you’re too close. too real. too much.

“you always say the dumbest stuff,” he mutters, but his voice is weirdly fond. you grin at this like you know you’ve won something. “you love it.”

and that’s the thing, isn’t it?

he does.

god help him, but he does. and his grumpy disposition falters as he rubs his palm into his eyes.

“i’m so undeniably screwed for this woman,” he mutters under his breath, almost too quiet to hear.

oh, but you hear it.

you blink, going still. lips part like you’re about to say something, but nothing comes out. instead, you stare at him with an amused look on your face.

his eyes widen slightly, and for the first time in a long time, he feels his composure crack.

“…shit,” he curses, throwing his head back. “did i say that out loud?”

you blink again. then smile, slow and warm and soft enough to melt him right there in the chair.

“yeah,” you say. “you did.”

a beat passes. he opens his mouth, closes it, and opens it again.

“…okay.” he pathetically mumbles,

and then you’re laughing. again. that same fizzy, unstoppable laugh, and you bump your shoulder into his and say, “about time.”

he stares at you, and you stare back. then you reach over and take his hand—gently, casually, like you’ve done it a hundred times—and squeeze.

“don’t worry,” you whisper. “seems like we’re both in trouble, then. you make me feel like i got a few screws loose, lee jihoon.”

and woozi, ever the calm, composed, nonchalant musical genius that he is—completely short-circuits.

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Tw. dark content, noncon, obsession, toxic, possessiveness, abandonment issues, sloppy blowjob, throat fucking, manipulation, size kink, overstimulation, name calling (cock-sleeve/warmer/bitch), multiple creampies, cunnilingus, slapping (baby slap though), baby-trapping, angst(?), coercion, dead dove do not eat

***

Thinking about being the manager of a yandere!Idol

You found him wandering in the streets, empty eyes and blank expression on his pretty face. If you didn't look hard you might've missed his tall figure. Being a newbie, you were finding it hard to recruit people but as you were about to go home, you caught sight of his attractive yet hopeless face.

The first time you approach him, he was wary and suspicious of you. Naturally so. But you persevere, introducing yourself as an agent recruiting handsome guys like him in the streets for a chance to become a trainee and become an idol.

"Fuck off. Scram."

That was the first words he said. Harsh. But he was all bark and no bite, like a puppy being defensive. After scuffling for a few minutes you managed to give him your card and phone number, convincing him to at least try.

Then a week later, he called and said yes. His voice was low, hesitant—like he didn’t fully believe in what he was doing, but was too tired of the streets to keep saying no.

You met up with him that same evening, in the same place you first found him. He looked cleaner, but still lost. You took him in without question, gave him food, a place to sleep, and most importantly, a reason to wake up.

For the first few days, he barely spoke. He just slept, ate, and stared at the ceiling like he was trying to remember who he was. You didn’t push. You just stayed nearby, gave him space, but made sure he knew, he wasn’t alone anymore.

Weeks turned into months. Slowly, he started coming back to life. You took care of him, through the bad days when he’d lock himself in his room, through the training sessions where he’d collapse from pushing too hard, through the nights he’d wake up in a cold sweat and pretend he was fine.

And you were always there. With water, with snacks, with a shoulder to lean on.

You watched him grow. From that broken boy on the street into someone who sang with soul, danced with fire, and spoke to crowds with a confidence he never had before.

He became an idol. And every time he stood under the lights, every time fans screamed his name, he always looked for you in the crowd.

Because you didn’t just recruit him.

You saved him.

And that’s when it went wrong.

At first, it was subtle. His smiles came more often when you were around, his tone soft and sugary. He’d cling to your side during breaks, crack jokes, brush your hair out of your face with that charming little smirk. You thought maybe he was just grateful, maybe he was trying to show affection in his own awkward way. After all, he’d been through a lot.

But then, it turned into something else.

He started showing up unannounced. Hovering around your office when he had no schedule. Getting visibly annoyed when you spoke too long with other trainees or staff. The sweet words never stopped, but they started feeling… off. Like they were laced with something heavier. Something darker.

The possessiveness crept in like a slow poison. At meetings, he’d glare at anyone who tried to sit next to you. He'd interrupt your conversations, redirect your attention, cut in with sharp remarks masked as jokes.

You tried to keep it professional, gently reminding him of boundaries, of roles, but he didn't like that.

"Why are you always talking to him?"

"Do you really need to be with them all the time?"

"I'm the reason you’re even doing well now, aren't I?"

And you saw it, in the way other staff avoided him, how they started whispering when he walked by. He was getting harder to work with. More demanding. More unpredictable.

But in front of cameras? He was perfect. The golden boy. Smiling, dazzling, every fan’s dream. But behind the scenes… the boy you once saved was slowly becoming someone else. Or maybe this was who he had been all along, buried beneath the brokenness.

And now, you weren’t sure if you had saved him…

Or created something you couldn’t control.

As his fame skyrocketed, managing him became nearly impossible.

He was everywhere, magazine covers, variety shows, drama cameos. His schedule was packed from sunrise to well past midnight, and you were running yourself ragged trying to keep up. But more than the logistics, it was him. His moods became harder to predict. Some days he was gentle, clinging to you like he used to when he was scared. Other days, he’d snap, throw things, or go cold for no reason.

You were still new to the game. Everyone could see you were trying your best, but it wasn’t enough, not for the industry, and definitely not for him.

The company made the call.

“We think it’s best to assign him a senior manager. Someone with more experience managing top-tier idols.”

They dressed it up as a strategic decision. And honestly? You agreed. Things had gotten too messy. Your once-close relationship had turned into something twisted, confusing, and emotionally draining. You told yourself it was for his own good, that maybe distance would help him reset.

“I’ll still be around,” you told him, forcing a smile. “But someone else will be taking care of your day-to-day.”

He stared at you. Didn’t say anything for a long while. Just stared.

Then, softly, too softly, he said, “You’re leaving me.”

You shook your head. “No. I’m just stepping back. This is better for you. For both of us.”

But he didn’t believe you. You could see it in his eyes. Something in him snapped that day, not outwardly, not immediately but you felt it. Like a quiet storm gathering behind the clouds.

You thought giving him space would help him unwind. Hoping he can finally indulge in the fame he had, probably get a secret girlfriend

You didn’t expect it to be the thing that finally made him unravel.

***

After that, you finally left.

Your first real break in years. You cashed your paycheck, packed your bags, and disappeared for a while, far from rehearsals, stress, and the boy you once pulled off the streets. It felt… weird at first. Empty. But you told yourself it was needed. Long overdue.

You didn’t keep in touch. Not because you didn’t want to but because it felt like the cleanest way to let go. Still, everywhere you went, there he was. His face lit up LED billboards with that same smile the one from when he had just debuted. Back when things were simpler. Sweeter.

You’d stop and stare sometimes, stuck between nostalgia and guilt. Wondering where it all went wrong. Was it the fame? The past he never healed from? Or… was it you?

But even through the ache, you hoped he was doing better. Independent. Stable. Happy. He wouldn’t have a hard time finding a girlfriend, not with that face, that charm, and a fanbase that worshipped the ground he walked on.

You were walking home from a quiet dinner one night, city lights buzzing around you, when you passed another ad of him huge and perfect lighting up the side of a building. You paused without meaning to, lost in your head.

That’s when your phone rang.

You didn’t even check the caller ID. Just answered, out of habit.

“…Hello?”

Silence. Then a voice you hadn’t heard in what felt like forever.

“I missed you.”

You froze.

And then, a shadow stepped up behind you.

A cap pulled low, sunglasses covering most of his face but you knew. You felt it.

He leaned close, his breath warm against your ear.

“You think you’re gonna escape from me?”

Your heart dropped.

Before you could react, he grabbed your wrist, firm, but not violent. Still, it sent your pulse racing. People were around, but no one looked twice. Just a couple under the lights.

“Wait—what are you doing?!” you whispered, trying to pull away.

He smiled, too calm, too practiced.

“Let’s talk. Somewhere quieter.”

***

He didn’t say a word as he dragged you through the maze of streets, only tightening his grip whenever you slowed down. You wanted to pull away, to yell, but something in his silence kept you frozen.

Eventually, he led you into a sleek hotel, one of those high-end discreet places celebrities used when they wanted to disappear. You were too stunned to resist, your mind racing with every step.

The elevator ride was silent.

He pushed the door open, guided you inside, and shut it behind you with a soft click. The curtains were drawn. City lights barely filtered through the fabric.

He finally let go of your wrist and walked ahead, pulling off his cap and tossing it to the couch, glasses following. You watched as he ran a hand through his hair, agitated, pacing the room like he didn’t know what to do with himself.

“I looked for you,” he finally said, voice tight. “Every day.”

You said nothing. He turned to face you.

“Why didn’t you call? Text? Anything?”

“It wasn’t my place anymore,” you answered softly. “We needed space. You needed to grow.”

He laughed bitterly. “Grow into what? A product?”

You flinched.

He stepped closer. “So that’s all it was, huh? A business deal? Get the pretty boy off the streets, polish him up, sell him to the world then cut him off once he gets too hard to manage?”

You swallowed, your voice barely above a whisper. “It was never just business. I cared about you. But things got—”

“Complicated?” he snapped. “Yeah. You left when things got complicated.” His voice cracked, the anger just barely covering the hurt underneath. “So your life with me,” he said, slower this time, like each word hurt, “was really just a job?”

You took a step forward, your chest tightening.

“No. It was real. I-I just... you changed.”

“And you didn’t?” he whispered, eyes shining with something fragile anger, betrayal, desperation. “You walked away like I meant nothing.”

"You matter to me—"

“That’s what it felt like. You gave me everything, then took it all back the second I started needing you too much.”

“I didn’t take anything back,” you said, stepping back instinctively. “I was trying to help you. You were becoming... unstable. You needed someone more experienced. I just wanted you to be okay.”

His hands balled into fists.

“Okay? I was only okay when you were there. You made me." His voice rising with desperate anger. In a flash, he grabbed your wrists and dragged you towards the bed, forcing you down onto the plush mattress. Before you could react, he climbed on top of you, straddling your waist and pinning your arms above your head.

"G-Get off me..." you gasped, struggling beneath him. But he was too strong, too determined. His eyes burned into yours, wild and unpredictable.

"No," he growled, one hand still gripping your wrists while the other tugged at his belt. "You don't get to leave me. I won't let you."

He yanked his belt off and tossed it to the side. Then his fingers were at your pants, popping the button and dragging the zipper down. You tried to close your legs, but he forced them open, settling himself between your thighs.

"No, wait-" you started to protest, but he silenced you with a brutal kiss, his tongue invading your mouth, claiming you. His cock was hard and insistent against your stomach, and you knew he wouldn't stop.

"Please," you whimpered when he let you catch your breath. But it was a lie and you both knew it. He'd never listened to your pleas before.

"Shut up. Shut up... Shut up."

He grabbed your hair and pulled your head back, forcing you to look up at him as he undid his jeans and shoved them down just enough to get his cock out. It bobbed in front of you, angry and hungry and so fucking hard.

"Open," he commanded, his grip on your hair tightening painfully.

You hesitated, your lips pressed firmly together. He cursed and slapped your cheek lightly, not enough to hurt, but enough to sting.

"Open your fucking mouth," he snarled.

Tears stung your eyes at the sharp crack against your cheek, but you parted your lips just as he slammed forward, shoving his cock past your teeth and into your mouth. He didn't wait for you to adjust, just started fucking your face with hard, brutal thrusts.

Hurts... He's hurting me...

You choked on his cock, gagging and sputtering as he forced himself deeper and deeper down your throat. Saliva flooded your mouth and spilled out over your lips as he used your mouth like a fuckhole, grunting and groaning above you.

Why is he always... mad at me?

He fucked your face hard and fast, not caring about your comfort, only chasing his own pleasure. Tears streaked down your cheeks as you gagged and choked around him, your throat constricting around his pistoning cock.

He used your mouth ruthlessly, slamming into your throat and pulling out just long enough to catch his breath before plunging back in.

You knew he wouldn't stop until he was satisfied, until he'd emptied his balls down your throat. All you could do was try to breathe through your nose and pray it would be over quickly.

Mine. Mine.

He chanted it desperately under his breath, eyes glazed over with lust and obsession as he continued to viciously fuck your face. His hips slammed against your chin with each brutal thrust, your neck bulging obscenely each time he hilts inside you.

"Gonna...fucking...ruin this...cunt of a mouth..."

He was breathing hard, sweat dripping down his face, lost in his own manic pursuit of release. He needed this, needed to take back control, to reclaim you. You had left him, abandoned him, but now...now you were his again. His to use, his to ruin.

Always wanted...to fuck this...painted whore mouth...of yours...

He could feel his balls tightening, his climax building from the base of his spine. He was going to come, going to fill your belly with his seed, mark you from the inside out. You were going to choke on his cum, swallow it all, and maybe then you'd understand. Maybe then you'd realize you belonged to him, and him alone.

"Fuck! Take it all, you...cock sleeve!"

His fingers tightened in your hair, yanking your head back even further as his hips slammed forward one last time. He hilts inside you, his cock pulsing and jerking as he started to come, flooding your throat and mouth with string after string of hot, thick cum.

Manager... Manager. Manager. I fucking love you.

He groaned long and low, his eyes rolling back in his head as he emptied his balls inside you. His cock jerked and spasmed as he pumped load after load of semen directly into your stomach, your throat bulging obscenely.

"Fuck!" he roared, his voice echoing in the room. "Fuck, yes! Take it all, you fucking...cock warmer!"

He held you in place, forcing you to swallow every last drop, his grip on your hair almost painfully tight. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he pulled out, his softening cock slipping from your abused lips with a wet pop.

He collapsed next to you, chest heaving, staring at the ceiling. You turned your head to the side, gasping for air, your throat sore and raw. Tears and saliva and his own essence coated your face.

"I...I'm sorry," you whimpered, voice hoarse. "I didn't mean to leave you. Please...forgive me..."

He turned to look at you, his expression unreadable. But his eyes, ah his eyes...they were haunted, desperate. Lost.

"Forgive you?"

He reached out and grabbed your chin, forcing you to meet his intense gaze. His thumb brushed over your bottom lip, smearing his own cum back into your mouth. You flinched at the taste, but he held you firm.

Forgive you?

His other hand slid down your body, over your breasts, your stomach, to cup your mound possessively. He squeezed, fingers digging into your tender flesh.

"You'd have to do more than that if you want me to forgive you. I won't let you go again. Ever."

H-Huh?

Before you could catch your breath, he yank your hips up and pulls down your pants and panty. You felt the cool air on your exposed ass and pussy.

"No, wait-" you started to protest, trying to crawl away. But he grabbed your hips in a bruising grip, pulling you back onto his still-hard cock. He rubbed the thick head up and down your slit, coating it in a mix of your spit and his own cum.

"Shut up," he snarled, voice ragged with lust and desperation. "Stop fucking fighting me. Stop resisting!"

With one brutal thrust, he slammed forward, spearing your cunt on his throbbing shaft. You screamed at the sudden intrusion, your walls clamping down around him like a vice. He was too big, too hard, splitting you open.

Hurts... He's being... cruel.

"Fuck!" he roared, starting to piston in and out of your helpless pussy. "Take it! Take my fucking cock!"

He set a punishing pace, the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. Each thrust jolted you forward, your tits swaying beneath you. Tears poured down your face as he used you, brutalized you, his hips slamming against your ass with every stroke.

But then, he slowed. His grip gentled, fingers kneading your ass almost lovingly as he rolled his hips into yours. He leaned down, lips brushing the nape of your neck, breathing raggedly against your skin.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he murmured, voice hoarse. "So tight. Like you were made for me..."

He peppered kisses along your shoulder blades, his touch almost tender. You shuddered, confused, not understanding the sudden change. He rocked into you, each thrust measured, deliberate, like he was savoring the feeling of your tight cunt gripping his cock. Fuck, so fucking perfect.

"Manager... You're mine, ok? No one... No one can touch you but me!"

But just as suddenly, he changed again. His hips started moving faster, harder, the room echoing with the slap of skin and the creak of the mattress. He hooked an arm under your waist, hauling you back onto every stroke, forcing you to take every fucking inch.

"Yes, fuck!" he bellowed, sweat dripping onto your back. "Gonna...fucking ruin this pussy. Gonna make it mine."

He was panting harshly, his rhythm faltering. You could feel him growing even harder inside you, his cock throbbing erratically against your battered walls. You knew he was close, that he was going to come again.

But then he paused, buried deep inside you, cock pulsing urgently. He gripped your hips, fingers sinking into your skin hard enough to bruise.

"Gonna...fucking...knock you up," he growled. "Breed this cunt. Pump you full of my fucking seed."

You shook your head frantically, a strangled cry escaping your lips at the thought. "No! No, please...don't..."

He ignored you, starting to move again, thrusts growing more intense, more desperate. "Yes," he hissed. "Yes, gonna make you...mine. Gonna keep you...swollen with my child..."

His voice rose with each word, until he was nearly screaming. You could feel his cock jerk and twitch, his climax approaching. He was going to do it, going to come inside you, maybe even...

"Take it!" he roared. "Fucking take it, you bitch! Gonna...fucking...breed you!"

He slammed into you with a last, brutal thrust, his cock erupting deep inside your unprotected womb. You screamed as you felt the hot flood of his seed gushing into you, painting your insides with his come. He groaned long and low, body shuddering, emptying himself inside you.

He panted against your neck, sweat-soaked and sated.

"Manager... You won't be able to run away from me now."

You lay still beneath him, tears leaking from your eyes, a sense of dread washing over you.

He rolled you over, cradling you against his chest, your tear-stained face pressed to his sweat-slicked skin. His arms wrapped around you, holding you so tightly you could barely breathe.

Tilting your chin up, his eyes searching yours with an intensity that made your heart clench. Gone was the wild, crazed look from before. Now there was only a solemn, almost reverent expression on his handsome face.

"Manager, you're the only one for me," he murmured, voice low and intense. "My heart, my soul... it all belongs to you. Don't leave me again, alright? All the luxuries, all the fame and wealth... it's meaningless without you here with me."

His thumb brushed over your cheek, catching the tears that still leaked from the corners of your eyes. He leaned in closer, forehead pressed against yours, breath mingling with your own.

You want to refuse. Want to push him away, but you're eyes gets blurry with tears, getting overwhelmed. Why you?

He pressed open-mouthed kisses along your neck, your shoulder, your spine, worshipping every inch of your skin like the devoted disciple he claimed to be. Tears leaked from your eyes at the tenderness of his touches, the heartfelt sincerity in his tone.

It's like the old him...

But even as you lost yourself in the gentle glide of his lips, you could feel the desperation radiating off him in waves. This calm, this tenderness...it was a fragile thing.

He's always been such a fragile boy.

His hands roamed your body with a hunger that was almost painful in its intensity. He was trying to memorize you, to burn every dip and curve into his mind.

He hitched your leg up over his hip, opening you to him. You could feel his cock, already hard and ready again, nudging against your thigh, making you freeze.

He... He's still ready?

He was insatiable, this man. He would never be satisfied, would never have enough of you.

His eyes were wild again, pupils blown wide with renewed lust. He notched himself at your entrance, the head of his cock pushing demandingly at your folds.

"Feel this, Manager?" he whispered hotly, pinching and rolling your nipples between his fingers. "Feel what you do to me? How much I just want to... Fuck you, need you..."

"I-I'm still sore... Please, I'm sorry."

"Stop saying that and just let me in your cunt, ok?"

He surged forward, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust. You cried out, back arching off the bed, your nails digging into his shoulders. He was so deep, so hard, stretching you in ways that made you see stars. He's deeper this time?

"Wah... Your cunt still so tight, you're squeezing me dry~"

He started to move, hips rolling into yours with a force that shook the headboard. Each thrust punched the air from your lungs, left you gasping and mewling beneath him. He was lost in the heat of you, in the way your cunt gripped him.

"Tell me you need it, Manager," he urged, his cock slamming home and stilling, pulsing urgently inside you. "Tell me you want this... want me... as much as I need and want you!"

He pumped harder, faster, chasing his pleasure, his release. The room filled with the crude slap of skin against skin, with your choked cries and his grunts. He was going to come again, you could feel it in the erratic jerk of his hips, in the way his cock pulsed and throbbed inside you.

"Fuck!" he roared, slamming into you one last time. "Fuck, Manager, fuck!"

"N-no! Don't do it inside again!"

You bit your lips, muffling your ecstasy as you felt the hot rush of his come flooding your womb, your own orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave. Your vision swam, your body shaking with the force of it.

He's gonna come inside... I'll get pregnant at this rate...

And then, with a long, guttural groan, he was coming again. His cock erupted like a fountain, pumping spurt after spurt of his hot cum deep into your hungry womb. The sensation was too much... too intense... and you felt yourself plummeting into oblivion, the darkness claiming you as his release seemed to go on and on.

The last thing you heard as you drifted off was his ragged voice, panting your name like a prayer.

"Manager... Manager... Manager! I love you! I love you! I fucking love you!"

***

You stared up at the ceiling, the memories of the past playing out like a movie reel in your mind. You could see him there, a young and nervous pop sensation, gripping your hands tightly as you offered him words of encouragement and support.

"You've got this," you had said, squeezing his fingers reassuringly. "Go out there and give them the performance of a lifetime. They're waiting for you."

"Okay," he nodded, squaring his shoulders with newfound determination. "Okay, Manager. I can do this. With you by my side, I can do anything."

He stepped out onto the stage. The crowd had gone wild, their screams and cheers a tangible force that seemed to lift him up and carry him forward. He had shone under the hot lights, his voice ringing out clear and strong, his movements confident and sure.

And you had watched from the wings, your heart swelling with pride and love as you beheld the man you had helped to create. He was more than just your client, more than just your star - he was your greatest achievement, your crowning glory. You had taken a scared and scrawny boy and molded him into a god among men, a king among the elite.

But now, as you lay there in the dim light of the bedroom, you could feel the weight of that responsibility crushing down on you. It was your fault, after all, that he had become this twisted and broken creature, this monster who would dare to touch you without your consent, to hold you against your will.

His arms tightened around you, crushing you against his chest, his breath hot and heavy against the back of your neck. He was saying all the right things, murmuring all the right words, but you could feel the dark intent behind them. The gentleness was a lie, a mask he wore to hide the cruelty that lurked beneath.

"Shh, it's alright," he cooed, his lips brushing your ear. "Don't cry, I'm here now. I'll always be here for you, no matter what."

But you didn't want him here. You didn't want his comfort or his affection or his twisted version of love. You wanted him to let you go, to release you from the nightmare that had become your life. You wanted to be free of him, to run until you couldn't run anymore, to disappear and never be found again.

But you knew it was impossible. He would never let you go, would never allow you to leave him. He needed you too much, depended on you for his every breath and his every heartbeat. And as long as you remained by his side, as long as you stayed in his life… he would never stop hunting you, never stop pursuing you until he had claimed you completely.

It was a bitter realization, a cruel twist of fate that left you feeling hollow and empty inside. You had once believed that you could save him, that your love and your guidance could be enough to keep the darkness at bay. But now… now you knew the truth. You knew that you had been the one to nurture the seeds of his madness, to feed the flames of his obsession until it had grown into an all-consuming inferno.

And so you lay there, trapped in his embrace, tears leaking down your face as you prayed silently for a miracle, for some way out of this nightmare. But deep down, you knew that there would be no miracle, no divine intervention to come rescue you from the man you had once called your star.

You had been his manager, his guide, his friend… and his downfall. And now, you would bear the consequences of your choice for the rest of your days.

With a sob catching in your throat, you closed your eyes and surrendered to the darkness, praying that when you opened them again… you would be somewhere, anywhere else. But far away from here, and far away from him.

Though, you only have yourself to blame.

You were the one who scouted him after all~

Stupid manager.

[tarotsoul]

Loving You (Loving Me)

SUMMARY: In the five centuries of his life, Azriel has never had someone take care of him the way that Y/N does, and he can't seem to stop those dark, unworthy thoughts from resurfacing.

WARNINGS: Mentions of feelings of unworthiness and loneliness. Azriel thinking he does not deserve to be loved the way he is :(

PAIRING: Azriel x Reader

WORD COUNT: 2.5k

MASTERLIST

At first, Azriel thought nothing of it.

The honeymoon phase, he told himself. It made sense, it was expected. His past lovers had all been the same during that time — always obsessed and seemingly in love.

Seemingly. 

But after a few months, they always started to change. They'd distance themselves first, take a while longer to reach out, to see him. Then, they'd get blunt and annoyed quickly with him. They wouldn't want him close, wouldn't shower him in affection. Wouldn't let him touch them. 

And then, eventually, they'd leave. Maybe on the odd occasion, they'd butter him up and get a little splurge on his account, or go to him just for their release. A few had cheated, some just left. Nothing for Azriel had ever lasted past a year and a half, and now it was  nearing the three-year mark and he was confused. 

Y/N was a lovely female. Kind, funny, smart, gorgeous. Azriel thought her kindness and wit was what attracted him to her in the first place, and in the three years he’d known her, he’d only started to love her more. 

It wasn’t like he thought deep down she was a horrible person, but Azriel had grown accustomed to how things typically worked in his relationships, and none of the above had yet occurred. 

That being said, for a good century he had sworn off any form of relationships that occurred past a one night stand. Azriel was tired of the heartache, the disappointment. He had never intended to fall in love with Y/N, had never intended to grow attached. 

But her smile was contagious, her laugh infectious. Her very presence started becoming enough to cast light on his dark days, the soothing tones of her voice disrupting the swirls of dark thoughts and coaxing him back to peace. 

She was his peace. And the worrying realisation of just how hard he’d fallen was beginning to cripple his soul and mind. 

His thoughts continued to spiral as he laid on his stomach with his face smushed into Y/N's pillow. She sat straddling his lower back, her bum on his and his shirt long gone as she massaged the tender knots out of his shoulders, taking extra care to mind his precious wings. 

That was another startling realisation to Az. Just how quickly he had allowed her close to him, to his wings that he had never let another lover touch before. 

Her hands on his skin coated him in familiar warmth; like a blanket of safety pushing to protect him from harm and negativity. She'd been doing it for thirty minutes now. Azriel had been watching the clock. And not once had she complained. 

He supposed it was due to how sick he’d been feeling the past few days. Migraines, sore muscles, and the occasional fleeting moments of nausea. He’d lost his appetite and strength pretty quickly and Y/N had been on the ball with it — at his feet with a sick bucket, coddling his head to her chest with a cold compress against his skin. 

She’d been in talks with Madja every few hours, double checking when Azriel could take his next dose of tonic to keep the fever at bay. She'd done it all and Azriel couldn’t quite understand it. 

From past experiences of being sick or recovering from battle, the only person to have ever taken proper care of him had been himself. And now, his lover was doing what nobody else ever had, and Azriel was confused.

It wasn’t that Y/N was an overwhelmingly kind and compassionate person, because she was. Her caring and nurturing behaviour was nothing out of the ordinary for her, but Azriel had never experienced such care from a romantic partner before. 

It was like Y/N had forgotten about the training, errands and the gruelling twelve-hour shift she’d just got home from, but Azriel hadn’t. 

"Come on, I'll do you." His words came out gruffly, muffled slightly by the pillow that restricted the fluid movements of his lips. He could feel Y/N shake her head from above him. She sunk the balls of her palms into the backs of his shoulders. 

"You need to relax and rest." She argued, hoping her reasoning would be enough for him not to ask again.

Azriel shook his head and shuffled beneath the weight of her body. Y/N lifted to her knees, allowing him to turn beneath her and onto his back. Azriel's eyes were bleary and sleepy as he blinked to gain his bearings. He stretched for her hips, hands finding them with ease. 

He admired her for a few moments then, dressed in a pair of panties and one of his old training t-shirts that she changed into the second she got home. There was a dotting of kohl smudged below her eyes and a couple of tiny blemishes that were starting to show through the worn, minimal makeup. 

He knew she'd had a long day, could tell the second she got in and pretended that she was okay for his sake. Her hair was tied back low on her neck, stray strands wildly framing her face. She looked tired, burnt out. Azriel just wanted to look after her. 

"Bad day?" He finally asked. 

Y/N blinked twice and shrugged, head rolling as her shoulders raised and her cheek met it. "Busy," she told him. "Nothing I'm not used to." 

Azriel squinted. 

He knew she was used to it — the long days with early starts and late finishes, the ones without a break in-between, where she didn’t get to eat, save for a few grapes she managed to steal every now and then. He knew she was used to the tiring work that came with owning her store, but that didn’t mean it was not exhausting her.

He squeezed her hips gently. "I know you're used to it, Angel. It doesn’t make it any easier, though."

She didn’t say anything. Her hands were back on his, encouraging them to sneak up her shirt to feel her skin. She was warm, soft. Y/N pouted down at him. "Want a kiss." She said, eyes glassy with affectionate need. 

Azriel copied her expression absentmindedly, reaching up to caress the side of her face. "I don’t want to get you sick, gorgeous. Why don't you let me run you a bath and you can relax?" He offered, hazel eyes gently caressing her and she let hers flitter closed for a moment, like she was pondering over her answer. 

She shook her head. 

"You're the sick one. I'm going to run you a bath, and then I'm going to make you some soup for your throat. Know it's still hurting you." 

Azriel didn’t say anything — knew that whatever he argued, she'd bite back better. His body sunk into the sheets, head in the pillow as a heavy huff of annoyance and adoration slipped from his mouth. 

When Y/N said she'd run him a bath, Azriel didn't expect it to be overflowing with bubbles or for every possible available surface to be littered in glowing candles. But the bathroom was decorated with such and Azriel was overcome with an overwhelming amount of adoration for his love. 

She let him take his time there, relaxing and soothing his muscles while she cooked up some magic for his throat. Getting out of the bath, Azriel most definitely did not expect to wander into the kitchen to see what he did. 

Y/N behind the stove, dishing up the soup with two fresh rolls from the bakery a mile from them. She set the faelights dim for him — knew they were hurting his head — and there were more candles around the living room. 

The coffee table was littered with them mostly, along with the book he was currently reading and Y/N’s crafts box. He noticed she got out her favourite blanket — the soft one that Azriel swore was made from angel wings. 

And he looked at her, starry-eyed and all, his shadows working in the same sense of lovestruck. She had a gentle smile on her lips when she noticed his presence and Azriel was fucked. 

He couldn’t stop the rush of emotion that consumed him. His eyes turned glassy, nose tingling and heart aching. Azriel thought he was easily the most loved male in the world and he didn’t know what to do with himself. 

He couldn’t help the single tear that slipped down his face but he wiped it before she noticed. Because Azriel never thought he would ever be deserving of the love she happily gave him. 

Azriel approached her, arms wrapping around the middle of his love and he nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck, his shadows circling her in love and gratitude. "Thank you, for all of this. I love you so much." He rasped into her skin. 

He could feel her body warm against his touch, just as it always did when he told her how he loved her. She had never expected to hear it, but the first time he told her, she’d cried into his chest and swore to treasure their love forever. Azriel had cried then, too.

She smiled, reached down to hold her hand over his. "I love you, too. And you haven't got to thank me, this is just what you do when you love someone."

When you love someone. 

She shrugged her own words off like they were the most obvious thing she'd ever said, and perhaps they were, but Azriel couldn’t stop falling harder for her. 

He'd loved people before, he knew that. But now, looking back, he wondered if anyone had ever loved him before her. 

Azriel didn’t remember a time that a previous lover put him before themselves. Where they cared for him and put his needs first. Where they showered him with care and adoration just because. 

No one ever loved him as she did. 

The tears started to pool again as he pulled away and helped her carry their bowls and drinks to the couch. They sat close, dipping pieces of bread into the creamy soup Y/N prepared and chatting idly about the newest commission she had received today. 

Azriel was struggling to focus though when Y/N took a glance at the clock and carried their empty bowls back to the kitchen. He craned his neck across the back of the couch to see what she was doing, but her back was to him as she ran the sink tap and rummaged through the cupboard. 

What he did see was her shuffling back to the living room with a small glass of water and a curled open palm carrying three little white pills atop it. 

Y/N settled beside him, handing him the glass with a tired smile and offering him the pills. "Madja said these will help better with your head and throat." She curled into the sofa, her knees to her chest and close to Azriel's side. Y/N propped one arm against the back of the pillows and her fingers found the longer hairs at the nape of Azriel's neck, gently scratching through the soft locks. 

He watched her for a moment, completely dumbfounded and speechless if he was honest. 

Something like Y/N taking care of him when he was sick shouldn't have had him feeling so fucked and in love, but it did. He was teary-eyed because his love was taking care of him off her own back. Because she wasn’t complaining once or making anything about herself. 

Because she was loving him beyond the words of saying it. 

And he cried. 

Y/N was stunned at the sight, thought maybe he was about to sneeze, but his body started to tremble and shadows began to comfort him, and she realised what was going on. So, gently, she pried the glass and pills from his scarred hands and placed them blindly on the coffee table before reaching back for him. 

"Hey," she cooed. 

Her hands caressed the damp and flushed skin of his cheeks to bring Azriel's gaze to meet her reassuring one. "Why are you crying, Az?" Her words were asked in a light and airy voice, one that wasn’t serious as she chuckled softly, but he still knew she was concerned for him. 

He shook his head and pulled her into his side, laughing at himself too because, why was he crying? 

"I’ve just never had anyone look after me before. I’m incredibly lucky to have you, love. No one has ever loved me like you do before."

Her hand was sprawled across his gently heaving chest and she kissed his neck with a soft peck, offering a squeeze. His hand brushed comfortingly up and down her arm but neither of them really knew why he was the one trying to comfort her.

Y/N swallowed, reaching her right hand across her chest to find his hand that lingered over the front of her shoulder, and she interlaced their fingers, squeezing. "I wish I could show you how in love with you I am... no words can describe it." She admitted, bashfully. 

Azriel squeezed her hand, using his other to wipe his face and he laughed again, because he was so in love that it hurt. He never once imagined himself falling for someone like this only three years into knowing them. It hurt so fucking good because he knew this was it for him. She was it for him. Together against the world. Their future, their everything. 

And whether or not a mating bond snapped, his love for her would never change. Nothing could stop him from loving her the way he did. 

Because she saw him. His darkness, his light, his good and bad. She saw it all and still chose him, still loved him. Despite all that he was and everything he’d done.

He swallowed down the heaviness of that fact.

"I know, baby. It’s the same for me."

His raw voice sent a shiver through her spine and her own eyes were watering with salty drops of emotion. It hurt her, too. More so knowing nobody had ever treated him right, nobody had ever taken care of him and loved him like he always deserved. 

"I'm always gonna love you like this, Az. Always gonna put you before me. Put us before anything else. You're it for me, I hope I'm it for you, too."

He grinned, craned his neck to look down at her through hooded eyes. "You were it for me from the moment I laid eyes on you, Y/N. Nothing will ever change that. Mating bond or not. Nothing could ever keep me from you.”

She breathed shakily, tears slipping but she nodded her head. He didn’t get the chance to stop her before she was leaning up and smacking a kiss to his lips, eager and sweet. He didn’t pull away either, as selfish as it was. And his shadows circled them, inching their bodies closer and closer. 

“Thank you,” Azriel whispered against her lips. “Thank you for always choosing me, for loving me.” 

And her heart lurched. “Thank you for trusting me enough to.”

A/N: So this is an old fic from an old fandom, slightly rewritten and edited to fit Azriel's character. I have a few ideas for some ansgty pieces but you guys are yet to expereinece the full wrath of my angst fics and I'm worried you'll all hate me bc I don't like to add happy endings..... but we'll see!

Thank you for reading, and if you enjoyed it, please consider giving it a like and reblog so others can read it too! 🤍

[kupa-konstruct]

Calem's words ring in my ear like the toll of a bell, over and over again.

"Most mages start their training once they turn 18-"

My chest burned with an emotion that I thought I had forgotten,

Rage.

15 years.

15 years of nothing but non-stop studying and practice, late nights reading tomes and early morning whippings for not waking up on time to repeat the cycle over

And over

And over again.

Barely 5 years of proper childhood memories but even looking back, the people that raised me did nothing but prepare me from birth.

Reading me historical books as "bedtime stories", giving me "puzzles" to colour and play with that were actually elemental tables, burning the symbols into my mind from young.

And as soon as I could read and write, my childhood was stripped from me.

I was confined to the house, only allowed to be outside with supervision to practice my spells and even then, I was forced to practice in the woods behind the house that the village swore was haunted.

They complained about wails and screams that persisted well into the night....and thinking back on it... those screams could have been my own.

The fuzzy memories push back to the front of my mind as a spliting headache grips me, my head almost hits the table I'm sitting at, much to Calem's worry.

I hear his voice calling out to me, his hands shaking my shoulders as I brush him off, trying to tell him that I'm fine but the words don't come, he doesn't let go.

I listen as his voice slowly pushes past the ringing in my ears, words of confusion and empathy as one of his close friends seems to come down with some sort of illness, his face contorted as if he was about to cry.

Only to feel tears sting my own eyes instead.

As he rambles, asking me if he can take me to the nurse before lunch ends before I can finally speak.

"....they took my childhood..."

The words were meek and quiet but Calem stopped talking all the same, looking at me with confusion as tears start to cloud my vision.

I repeat myself.

"....they....they took.....my childhood...."

I can make out Calem trying to say something but I cut him off as the tears begin to fall from my eyes.

"Everyone here calls me so smart for knowing so much, for being so good at magic but I DIDN'T WANT TO BE!!! THEY TOOK MY CHILDHOOD AWAY FROM ME!!! They forced magic into every single waking moment of my life, and for what?!?!?! For some fleeting chance at having a child prodigy?!?!?! Is that what they wanted??!?! DID THEY EVEN CARE ABOUT ME?!!?!"

My voice becomes more strained with every yell, attracting the attention of some passing students and professors but I didn't notice as my cries turned into sobs and my sobs into wails.

As I continue to sob violently into my hands and uniform, I feel arms wrap around me, pulling me into a tight hug as soft whispers try to console me.

My mind acknowledges that it was Calem but I didn't care, I just wanted to cry, to let out all the emotions that I didn't realise I had been holding in for the last 15 years, to finally been seen.

And maybe, just maybe, I could reclaim what had been lost.

I could reclaim the childhood that was ripped away from me.

Learning magic is an arduous journey, requiring sacrifice and dedication. Your parents made you give up your childhood to study magic—only after completing your studies do you learn that most other mages actually choose to start in adulthood.

[anakinstwinklebunny]

PAIRING: sweetheart!anakin x f!reader

FLUFF ❦

The bedroom you were snugly in was dressed in quiet, its walls wrapped up in that heavy kind of silence that only came after a long, exhausting day of twins' parents. As to in their matter, they were finally asleep, snuggled in their sheets after ANAKIN SKYWALKER's bedtime story about a princess and a knight - you quickly had to come up with something else, knowing Leia’s full dislike for such stories. She was the epitome of the definition of not needing a knight to survive. She could have had it all done by herself, at least that's what she's saying.

You laid on the bed, tucked under the covers, chin propped on your hand, watching him move around the room.

Anakin was pulling an old, loose t-shirt over his head—the one that always smelled like him, the one that clung to his shoulders and chest before falling soft over his abs, the lines of his body still sharp and distractingly perfect even after a full day of wrangling toddlers and working.

You stared a little too long. Stared until your stomach knotted itself up in a sad, ugly kind of way.

Because there he was, looking like he could be carved out of stone —

and then there was you.

You tugged the blanket a little higher up your body without even thinking, voice barely a whisper when you finally spoke without much thought; it was already eating you alive.

"…Annie?"

He turned immediately, sensing the shift in your mood like he always did. "Yeah, sweetheart?"

You hesitated, biting your lip.

You hated how small you sounded.

How insecure. But with his eyes gazing straight at yours as he slipped into the black shirt he used to bed, you truly understood what you just caught yourself in. It wasn't like you wanted to weight him down with your problems, he already had a lot on his plate. Yet at the same time, if you'd just brush it off, he'd know something is off, and won't let go of the subject till you'd eventually tell him

You braced yourself at the possible worst thing that could ever leave your mouth; you took a deep breath in, let it sink for a moment

"Are you still… attracted to me?" The words left your mouth too fast, too rushed, as if saying them quicker would somehow make them hurt less than they already did.

Anakin froze, a soft, almost pained crease forming between his brows. "What?"

You dropped your gaze to the blanket, fidgeting with a loose thread.

"I just—" you sighed, voice starting to crack.."I know you love me. But I want you to, you know… want me too. Not just because I'm the mother of your kids or your wife or whatever. But because… because you actually want me." You trailed off, cheeks burning, shame curling in your chest. You didn't dare to look up at him; there was no courage for that anymore "I just feel so… gross lately. Tired. Soft. Fat. Not like the girls you work with or--or just see on TV..And sometimes I look at you—" You swallowed hard. "—and I wonder if maybe you're just staying nice things because you're a good man..and not..because..you mean them.."

The room was so still you could hear the distant hum of the air conditioning.

Your heart thudded painfully in your chest. You thought he might get mad at you; for doubting his love for you when he shows it everyday. He didn't say anything, and you really braced yourself to just brush off the subject but before you could even open your mouth to say anything, you saw him cross the room in three long strides—

and then his hands moved to you, pulling the blanket down, not to expose, but to pull you closer to himself. Anakin knelt at the side of the bed, face right there, one hand cupping your jaw so gently it made your throat tighten.

His thumb brushed across your cheek. Blue eyes burned into your watery ones, being so intense, so present; holding so much love.

"Sweetheart," he said, voice rough and low. "I’m gonna say this once. And you're gonna listen to me, alright?"

You nodded, tears already threatening to spill.

"I don’t just love you," Anakin murmured, his forehead dropping to yours. "I am in love with you. Every fucking day. Every hour."

You whimpered softly, squeezing your eyes shut.

"And your body—" his large hands slid down to your hips, squeezing firmly, grounding. "—your body is the most beautiful thing i could ever imagine looking at. It gave me our babies. It holds my heart. It’s the first thing I reach for in the morning and the last thing I hold at night. It’s perfect, you are perfect for me" with that he kissed the tip of your nose, then your cheeks, then your trembling mouth.

"I don't want anyone else," he whispered against your lips. "I only want you. Always have. Always will."

You broke then, a little sob escaping with hiccuped apologies, and Anakin shushed you gently, pulling you into his chest, tucking your head under his chin. With one hand holding your back, the other twisted to the side to turn the lights off, causing the darkness to touch the room. Then he cuddled closer to you, keeping a rhytmhmical tune slip from his mouth as he pulled a duvet over both of you, tucking you into the bed. "You don’t have to apologize," he said softly, rocking you slightly.

"You’re allowed to feel. You’re allowed to hurt. But don’t you dare talk about my girl like she’s anything less than a fucking masterpiece."

You clung to him, breathing in his scent, feeling the steady thump of his heart against your ear. And for the first time in days, the knot in your chest started to unravel. Anakin shifted slightly, hands stroking your back.

"You wanna know what I see when I look at you?" he murmured, voice thick with emotion.

You nodded wordlessly.

"I see my home," he whispered. "My safe place. The love of my life."

You sniffled, laughing a little wetly. "You’re sappy."

His lips curled in a little tired smile, a light sound of silent chuckle briefly following "I don't remember you complaining before, Rapunzel" he teased, kissing your hair once again "Thought you loved your Flynn Rider"

And god, you did.

You loved him.

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[revelboo]

I wanted to say that I love your work, and reading your work every day helps me get out of bed. Keep being awesome sauce Now, on the topic of work..I have an idea

G1 Starscream who grows an attachment to reader. Whether they're sweet to him, or doesn't immediately look at him with disgust, whatever your heart desires will win over that silly little mech.

And if we're making it smut, you should totally make it apart of some 'odd' seeker mating ritual.

I don't know if you write for Cybertronian readers, so if not, human works <3

Have an astonishing day, darling!

thank you and sure! I thought of birds like Kingfishers that offer gifts to potential mates

Dear, random person that started dancing with me for no apparent reason- you’re awesome 💕

Scenario-courting

Starscream x Reader

• Venting as he lets himself into his habsuite and it’s become a habit to find you. Wings lifting slightly when you turn and smile for him. Always smiling and happy to see him when no one else is. Spark aching, he shuts the door behind himself and approaches his berth. Resting a knee on the surface and mass shifting to join you, you stumble back a step, surprised. “You’re smaller,” you say, the words almost a question. And he is smaller. Vulnerable and taking a risk for you.

• “I have something for you,” he says, rasping voice gruff. Pulling something from his subspace and holding out his closed hand, he looks so uncertain. Curious, you move closer and he’s still so much bigger than you are and you’re too aware of him standing so close. Flushing, your attention drops to his hand. Reaching out, you hesitantly touch his servos and his hand opens. And there’s a pendant of red and silver metal in his palm on a thin chain.

• Do you know what you’re looking at? Damaged bits of his plating, heated and reshaped slowly. Carefully shaped into an ornament and a delicate chain to adorn you so any mech looking at you will know you’re his. And his wings tremble faintly as you reach to take it, his spark warming. Accepting it and him. Watches you run your thumb over the rippled surface. “It’s beautiful.”

• You slip it over your head, the pendant hanging low on you. And he reaches out, warm hand cupping your cheek. That awkward heat and need between you like an unspoken word. Face flushing as one of his servos runs down your throat, follows the line of the chain down as your breath catches. Leaning closer, it stirs your hair when he vents, those red optics hungry. “I want to see you in nothing but this,” he growls, servos lingering on the pendant and your breath catch. You’d assumed the attraction was completely one sided, but he wants you, too? “Will you do that for me?”

• Cupping your cheek to tip your face up, his mouth finds yours and you’re so soft. So willing. How long has he wanted this? Imagined this? Hands sliding to your hips to drag you into his frame. Wants to claim you so thoroughly you’ll know you’re his. Won’t need anyone but him. Wants to run his hands and mouth over your soft skin and hear the sounds you make for him. Find out where to touch you to make you beg.

[hedwig221b]

Do you know any fics that are in an alternative universe, like university, and doesn’t have the pack-world?

Let's see if you like these ones,

Maybe We Could Dance by In_Over_My_Head

"Stiles, get over here!” Flailing, he spun on his heel, searching for Lydia. He knew it was her who yelled, would know that voice anywhere. Seeing her standing in the center of the quad with a bunch of other cheerleaders, he took a deep breath before heading her way. High school had been a series of embarrassing boners and stuttered words when it came to her. College wasn’t much better, minus the boner issue that he’d gotten under control…mostly. Around halfway through his junior year of high school, he’d realized that the random boners that he attributed to just being a teenager were actually because of the hot guys in his classes. Like in high school, Lydia was still surrounded by pretty people, both male and female, so whatever it was that was about to happen would have a very attractive audience. Hopefully, he could get away quickly before he made too much of an ass of himself.

Unknown Number by demonicfaerie2009

Stiles has been texting his mother's number for years. He never expected someone to one day reply. Or The one where Derek has Claudia's recycled phone number.

all fucked up by endversed

You awake? Stiles sends. Yeah, comes Derek’s reply within seconds. See you in 20. Cocky fucking bastard. Stiles’ ex-boyfriend is a cocky fucking bastard. He bristles as his eyes scan the words, all too palpably smug, even in text. There is no good goddamn reason that it should have heat pooling in his stomach, his dick twitching with instant interest inside of his boxer shorts, his heart already doing stupid little somersaults at the mere thought of getting to see Derek, of getting to be near him. Regardless. He’s still out of the apartment and huddled into the backseat of a cab within minutes. Booty calling your ex-boyfriend might be a bad idea, but it's not like Stiles' heart can break any more than it has already, anyway.

in flux by endversed

"Fuck that,” Stiles says, dangerously low. “I already did the closeted jock thing in high school. Like fucking hell I’d put myself through that again.” Derek’s breath catches in his chest. Stiles is – he’s incandescent, entirely lit up with rage. He pushes back from the table swiftly, a horrible screeching noise as the legs drag against the floor. A muscle twitches in his jaw as he looks down at Derek with intense, narrowed eyes. “I’m sorry,” Derek begins to say. “Just – don’t bother, all right? I’m not interested in being your first fuck over the rainbow. You wanna hook-up with a guy, see what all the fuss is about? Go to a gay bar and pick up the first twink you see. You won’t find it hard.” “I’m not –” “Just leave me the fuck out of it.” Derek Hale is a straight college basketball star. He may need to reevaluate that first part when he meets Stiles Stilinski.

With One Touch, Everything Illuminates by EvanesDust

At the first touch of skin on skin, his world explodes with color. Stiles’s breath catches in his throat. Everything is so bright and distracting that he has no idea what to focus on first. His eyes strain with the visual assault, and he leans back against a warm, hard body while he squints up at the sunny sky. It’s so blue and pretty. He wonders if it’s the same shade of blue as his Jeep—like so many people have told him. Overwhelming is an understatement, and he wants to cry from the intensity. All his senses are in overdrive, each one vying for dominance as the bold brilliance of the world floods his vision. Cool wind caresses his face, drawing his attention to the trees dancing in the November breeze. Red, orange, and yellow leaves gracefully float toward the green grass, as if a friendly hand was gently lowering them to the ground. They make up such a beautiful carpet of vibrancy and texture, and each footfall brings a crunch that helps focus him. Once his mind calms from the onslaught, Stiles gasps softly, because if he’s seeing colors that means his knight in shining armor, the owner of those hands holding him so carefully, is his soulmate.

5 Times Stiles & Derek's Classmates Noticed They Were in a Committed Relationship and 1 Time Stiles Noticed by Survivah

In which Derek and Stiles are college roommates, and everyone saw this coming before they did. “How do you even get up there?” Scott asks skeptically. Loft beds are tricky enough on their own, he doesn’t know what possessed Derek and Stiles to push theirs together. Why would anybody try to create a king-sized loft bed in a teensy tiny dorm room?

Like Notes by hazelNuts

anonymous asked, "i always see you in the library and i think you’re really cute so i leave you little post it notes on your work whenever you go and get a book just to see you blush au" Stiles got the first note the night before his mid-term. A post-it note was attached to his laptop screen. Go to bed. You’ll do fine.

Hot for Teacher('s Aide) by linksofmemories_archive

"He invited you to his apartment.” “To do a lesson plan.” “Yeah and to probably lesson your plan while you’re there,” Scott said, waggling his eyebrows. “That made no sense, but you still managed to make it sound dirty,” Stiles said. “I’m impressed.”

It's Always Been You by charlesdk

Stiles' love life was practically non-existing, always had been. He was always terrible at picking up clues when people hit on him (it had happened, Erica had been witness to it and had been the one to let him know it was happening in the first place) because he never expected anyone to do so. He wasn't the most desirable guy around, he knew that. He was loud, extremely nerdy, never knew when to stop talking, not exactly much of a looker if you asked him, the list was endless. Point was, he never did know when someone was flirting with him. Which was probably how he ended up in the fight that would change his life for the better.

Open Up My Mouth and Sound Stupid by Made_Of_Stardust

"Did you see the gorgeous stenographer we got today?” “Yeah. He’s beautiful.” Derek didn’t notice the slight echo or the fact that the reporters had all frozen in their spots. When Isaac bumped him in the side with his elbow, Derek heard the telltale feedback screech of the microphone in front of him. “Dude,” Isaac said. “The mics are working now.” In the unnerving silence that followed, Isaac unnecessarily added, “Also, I was talking about the girl next to him.” Or Derek blurts out his attraction to the male stenographer at a NCAA press conference.

Put Down in Words by paintedrecs

"Oh,” Stiles said, his voice coming out low and breathy, “fuck me.” “I don’t think that’s on the syllabus, but we can check to see if there’s a spot open in any of his classes,” Scott said, grinning. “This isn’t an actual professor, though,” Stiles insisted, unable to resist brushing his thumb over the sharp line of the man’s bearded jaw. He was laughing at something off-camera, the shot taken in three-quarters view, his coat collar casually rumpled and opened to reveal a sliver of a simple grey t-shirt. The whole thing was deliberately calculated to lend him a more accessible feel, and god help him, Stiles was falling for it. * When Stiles signed up for Dr. Hale’s intro to history class, he had two goals: knock out the credits his advisor was bugging him to complete before he graduated, and spend a few hours a week daydreaming about his sexy professor’s salt and pepper beard. Derek, a few months away from turning forty and not sure when his life had started feeling so damn lonely, had never encountered someone like Stiles before. Bright-eyed, sharp-tongued, determined to throw Derek’s carefully cultivated world into disarray…and absolutely the last person Derek should be falling in love with.

The Company I Keep by secondstar

Stiles has a favorite table at the library. Then some asshole comes along and steals it from him.

'Linski's Late Night Antidote To Lame by WhoNatural

Where Stiles has his own college radio show, and the mysterious, faceless Derek is his number one fan. Also there's this really hot guy he keeps meeting in the library who totally hates his guts.

Anything to make you smile by Oywiththepoodlesalready

In which Derek gets a new roommate whose best friend takes to practically living on their couch pretty quickly. Which wouldn't be a problem except for the fact that said best friend is the same guy who's been holding Derek's table at the library hostage for the better part of a month. And, oh yeah, there's also this thing where Derek might maybe be the tiniest bit in love with him. Easy peasy.

Other fic recs: angsty fics + pt2 + pt3 | possessive Derek | historical AU | baby/mpreg | outsider POV | smut | mafia | hurt/comfort | magical!Stiles | Stiles gets kicked out of the pack | BAMF!Stiles + pt2 | omegaverse | witch!Stiles | creature!Stiles + pt2 | oblivious Stiles | oblivious sterek | bad friend Scott | pack mom!Stiles | unrequited love | werewolf!Stiles | dark sterek | single parent!Stiles | feral Derek | feral Stiles | arranged marriage | Stiles is underestimated | mpreg w/o abo | accidental knotting | jock!Derek | jock!Stiles | alive Hales | spanking | royal abo au | longfic | void!Stiles | sheriff dissaproves | Stiles doesn't know about werewolves | soft fics | hales love stiles | somnophiIia | secret relationship | childhood friends |

[saiyanprincessswanie]

Eternity

Pairing: Vampire!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader 

Word Count: 2640

Summary: The moment Bucky saw you, he knew you were going to be his for Eternity.

Warnings: Vampire AU, drinking alcohol, drinking blood, smut, oral fem. 

A/N: For @avengers-assemble-bingo AA-Kinky Bingo with squares Vampire AU + “Sit on your throne.” Card (KB010)

A/N 2: Thanks to my Beta readers @lfnr-blog-blog-blog & @late-to-the-party-81 & @late-to-the-party-81 header 

A/N 3: prinţesă is princess

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It was a warm night in New York City, and you were waiting to get into a new bar called The Howling Commandos. You’d heard rumors that vampires frequented this establishment and curiosity had got the best of you. The thought should have scared you, since you were human, but instead you were excited and intrigued so here you were, dressed in a short black dress and heels, ready to experience the unknown. A bead of sweat was rolling down your neck due to the heat when the bouncer’s gaze snapped to you. He smiled broadly as the wind blew your fragrance his way.

“You can go in now,” his deep, rich voice said.

You smiled back up at him, taking in his long blonde hair and rippling muscles. “Thank you.”

Walking into the bar you noticed the lighting was subdued. The whole environment was cool and laid back, something you were unused to in a bar. Looking around, you saw people drinking everything from beer to what looked to be red wine. There were couples in corners making out, which wasn’t too surprising, but some were being fed upon, which was. 

What kind of bar allows this behavior out in the open? You thought. You headed to the bar that was off to one side. Standing behind the bar were two bartenders — a short woman with flaming red hair, and a man as tall as the bouncer outside, with hair just as blonde, but cut short.  It was the guy that approached you.

“Hey, my name is Steve. I’ll be your bartender tonight,” he said, congenially

You smiled and gave him your name. “I’ll take a beer please, Steve.”

“One beer coming right up.” He grinned back at you while he grabbed a bottle, popped the top, and handed it to you. “I have to say, if you don’t mind, that your fragrance smells divine.” Steve licked his lips obviously taken with the scent of you.

“Thank you, that's very sweet of you,” you replied, not as taken aback as you thought you would be. “I’d like to start a tab, if that’s okay?”

“Don’t worry about it, it's already been paid for.” 

“Already by whom? I just got here.” You were shocked and looked around. Who already wanted to pay for your drink?

“The boss.” Steve explained, and pointed to a spot behind your shoulder. “He‘s in the back booth to the right.”

“Well, I guess I should go thank him.” You turned from the bar and walked in the direction indicated. You were nothing if not polite.

— Steve smiled as he watched you walk to his boss. He knew that Bucky could use a pick-me-up considering how grumpy he’d been recently. —

As you got closer, you noticed the brunette man sitting in the booth had hair grown to just above his shoulders and an attractive amount of scruff on his face. When you approached the table he looked up at you and his bright red eyes stared back at you, as if he was staring into your soul.

You introduced yourself. “I’m sorry to interrupt you but Steve said that you paid for my drink and I wanted to thank you. So thank you very much.”

— Bucky smirked at you as he looked you over and licked his lips. “Did he?” Bucky could smell the sweetness of your blood and swallowed abruptly. No wonder Steve sent you over. You smelled delicious. He glanced over at the bar and saw Steve give him a thumbs up. —

“A beautiful woman like yourself shouldn’t have to pay for their drink,” he remarked. “The rest of your drinks are on the house.”

”Oh my gosh, thank you… I’m sorry, what's your name?” you enquired.

“It’s Bucky. Would you like to take a seat with me, Prinţesă?” 

The way he pronounced the endearment was so sexy, and a thrill ran through you. Looking over his handsome features, you nodded. “I’d like that.” You knew he was a vampire, dangerous and deadly, but the way he looked at you made you feel desirable, something you hadn’t felt for a long time.

You made yourself comfortable in the seat across from him and smiled at him. “So you’re the man who runs this place? What made you decide on a bar like this? I mean, people are legit making out in public and feeding off humans.” You took a swig of beer.

Bucky chuckled. “I wanted a bar where people could be themselves. Indulge in their desires without being judged. So yeah, people like to make out here or have a drink. Are you a prude?”

You started to laugh. “Me a prude? I’m far from it. If I had a hot guy, I’d probably be doing the same.” You took another drink from your beer bottle. 

“So you’re single then?” Bucky asked, and you thought you could hear a hopeful note to his tone.

You nodded your head as you drank some more. “Yeah, the last guy was an asshole. Too controlling for me so I left him. What about you? You obviously have to be taken.”

Bucky shook his head. “I’m single. I haven’t dated in a very long time.”

How was this hot specimen of a man single? Just looking at him made you want to climb him like a tree.

You took yet another drink as you looked at him curiously. “How long would you say?”

Bucky smirked at you. “Feels like decades ago.”

"Decades?" You started to giggle. "You only look as though you're in your late thirties."

Bucky nodded. "What makes you think that?"

Your hands fidgeted in front of you on the table. “Honestly, I guessed. But also, you do have a few speckles of gray in your beard.” 

He gave an amused snort. “That’s a great observation. Now it’s my turn.” He looked you up and down with an assessing gaze and you struggled not to squirm in your seat. “Hhmm, I think you’re also in your thirties.”

“Good guess.” You were amazed by the perception of this handsome man in front of you.

You finished your beer and Bucky signaled the bartender for another one. This time the red-headed woman walked over and set your beer on the table. She also placed a whiskey in front of him. 

Bucky grinned at her. “Thanks, Nat.”

“Anytime, boss.” She threw him a small salute as she returned to the bar.

You took another drink and smiled at him. Though the more you stared at him, the more you wanted him. There was just something about him that drew you in. It was almost like magic.

“I have to say, doll,” Bucky said with a grin, “I’m having a good time. It’s been forever since I connected with someone so quickly.”

— Bucky could hear your heart beating a little faster — He could tell the alcohol was getting to you. His poor little lamb was a lightweight being led to slaughter. —

You drank some more to quench your seemingly endless thirst. And Bucky was right, you couldn’t deny there was a connection between the pair of you. You continued to drink as you both talked about your jobs and hobbies. The evening was going better than you’d anticipated when you’d walked in.

You got so comfortable with him you even opened up about how you’d lost both of your parents in a car accident with a drunk driver. To add insult to injury, the man, a John Walker, had gotten off on the charges because he had a previously clean record. Mad with grief and frustration, you wished for nothing except for revenge against him. The situation was helped by the fact that you had no one except a couple of friends in your life. However, they unfortunately lived in other states, which left you effectively alone in the city.

In return, Bucky told you about his family dying and how the people who work for him were his friends. You both talked about the ups and downs in your life, agreeing that life could be lonely at times.

“What I believe in, is that life is what you make of it. Even the smallest thing counts. Like you here with me now, that counts for something,” Bucky confessed as he smirked at you.

You finished your second bottle, feeling a bit tipsy. “You’re like a poet, Bucky.” You giggle for a moment, and Bucky just smiles at you.

“Hey, if you're interested, I was thinking we could take this to a private area of the bar. That way, we could get to know each other better?”

“I’d definitely like that,” you eagerly replied. Though a part of you felt nervous, you were also excited. Maybe you had a chance with him after all? You always wanted to fuck a vampire.

Bucky got out of the booth and offered his hand to you. Once on your feet, you teetered back and forth on your heels as you tried to gain your balance. Tucking your arm in the crook of his, Bucky walked you slowly to the left and down a hallway to a spacious office with a desk, chairs, and a sofa. Once you were settled on the sofa, Bucky closed the door and sat next to you.

At first all you could do was stare at one another, but then Bucky took your hand in his and smelt your wrist. You’re certain he could hear your heart speed up. He placed a kiss on your wrist and moved even closer to you.

“Can I kiss you, doll? I just have to have a taste of you,” he growled against your lips.

You took a slow, deep breath and bit your lip. “Yes. Please.” Your excitement was overflowing.

Bucky tilted your head and leant forward, capturing your lips with his. The kiss started soft and sensual. His lips moved against yours as he got his taste of you. It was you who decided to deepen the kiss, your tongue licking his lips to gain access, and he willingly obliged. Your tongues dance against one another in a display of lust. Bucky groaned into your mouth as you whimpered out your pleasure.

Suddenly, you pounced onto his lap and straddled his legs, which made your dress rise higher up your thighs. Bucky kissed you with increased intensity and you couldn’t help but moan into his mouth. You were enjoying being dominated by this man and were eager to find out what kind of lover he was.

“I need you, Bucky,” you begged as you ground down on his hardening cock.

“You already have me,” he placated you, between kisses.

You pulled away for a moment and pouted coyly at him. “I need you to fuck me like I’m yours. I need you to take what you want.”

“Oh, doll,” he replied huskily, brushing his thumb over your cheek. “You’re already mine to keep. Once you walked into this bar, I knew your fate. That we were destined to be together forever.” 

— His mind was made up. He was going to make you his queen. —

“I love the sound of that,” you purred. You knew you should be scared that he was going to turn you, but all you could think about was how it would give you the strength to get revenge on John.  But despite that, all your body wanted was to fuck this hot man in front of you, and the consequences be damned.

Your answer given, Bucky wasted no time in pushing you onto your back and pulling down your see-through black panties. He pushed your dress over your hips and licked his lips as he stared at your bared sex.  He leaned down and licked your pussy, causing you to arch up into his face. When he started to eat you out like a man starved, every flick of his tongue against your pussy had you moaning and every suckle to your clit had you whimpering for more. When Bucky pressed two fingers into you, you let out a high-pitched whine and when he curled them against that spot inside you, you came. However, despite the intensity and the laxness of your body, your mind screamed for more. You reached out towards him, making grabby hands. 

With a knowing grin, Bucky took off his shirt and pushed his pants and underwear down to his knees. His hands spread your legs further apart and he slotted himself between them. Grabbing his thick cock he pumped himself a few times before he ran the tip of himself through your arousal. Once slick enough he pushed into your sweet pussy and started pounding into you. His cock almost felt like it was going to split you in half because of how big he was. You groaned from the stretch and he started to fuck you with vigor. 

—Bucky knew he needed you. He wanted to taste the sweet blood that was pumping through your veins. —

You braced your hands on his biceps, and heard the sound of skin slapping against skin echo throughout the room. Never have you had a man so concentrated on your pleasure before and you swore you would cry happy tears later over your pussy being ruined by him. But for now, you held onto him as he went faster and harder into you.

“Say you’ll be mine for eternity.” Bucky was breathing heavily as he spoke. His fangs were exposed and ready to penetrate your neck.

“I’ll be yo-yours for ETERNITY!” You screamed out the last word as your body was taken over by another orgasm.

As the pleasure washed through you, Bucky bit into your neck, his fangs sinking in deep as he started to feed on you. 

— Bucky had never tasted something so pure and sweet in his life. The more he drained you, the slower your heartbeat got. He wanted you to be his in this lifetime and the next.— 

You knew you were dying. Your heartbeat, oh so slow and weak, was thudding in your ears. Your vision was blurred, but you could make out Bucky as he bit his wrist, making it bleed, and put it to your mouth.

“Drink for me, doll,” he urged 

You did as he said drinking the blood pooling in your mouth. The more you drank, the better you started to feel. Your body told you that you wanted — needed — more blood, so you drank and drank until suddenly, Bucky pulled his wrist away and chuckled at your disheveled look. He slipped from the clutch of your body and pulled his pants back up. 

“Here,” he said. “Let's get you straightened out.” He grabbed a cloth from his desk and wiped your neck off, making sure to remove any traces of blood.

You pulled your dress back down your body and looked around for your underwear. However, before you could grab them, Bucky bent down and pocketed them. He smirked at you before he grabbed your hand. “Now let’s get back out to the bar and order you something suited to your new taste.”

“My new taste?” You were confused by what he was saying.

“Yes, sweetheart, your taste for blood. We have some here for the vampires who visit us. Come. Let’s have Steve pour you a glass.”

You both walked out to the bar floor, hand in hand. Bucky walked to the same booth and pulled you down on his lap. “Sit on your throne, sweetheart, the world is waiting for you, for us.” Bucky nuzzled your neck. 

“For us,” you repeated. With the power you have now, you can get revenge on John and make him pay for what he’s done. Life was going to be perfect now with Bucky by your side. Now you would have companionship instead of being alone.

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[itsnesss]

𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐚 | carlos sainz jr × fem!reader

summary | at a racing event, you feel lost in the crowd, craving someone to truly see you

warnings | flirting, romantic tension, and brief emotional vulnerability

word count | 1.0 k

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The night at the circuit was full of bright lights and the roar of engines racing along the track like the echo of pure adrenaline. The atmosphere was thick with tension, the excitement tangible in the air, but something inside you just couldn't connect with the energy around you.

Everything became blurry as your thoughts drifted in the crowd. The gleam of cameras, the laughter echoing from the fans, the constant buzz of activity around you... it all felt so superficial, so empty, as if everyone expected you to simply be another face in the celebrity parade, but without seeing what was truly behind your gaze.

You had learned to hide among the lights, to let people look without seeing, to smile when deep down, you just wanted to scream. No one knew what was going on inside you; they only saw what your image projected: a beautiful, successful, confident woman. But in those moments, you felt more lost than ever.

You stepped away from the crowd, searching for a quieter spot, a place where you could escape the chaos surrounding you. You leaned against a wall, closing your eyes for a moment, trying to reconnect with what truly mattered. But even in that silence, you felt trapped, watched. Would anyone see me differently if I weren’t so visible? you wondered. Would they hear me if I opened up?

You sighed and realized the sound of an engine approaching. Curiosity pushed you to look toward the track, and in the distance, you saw the familiar figure of Carlos, his car parked near the pit, while he checked some technical details. He seemed focused, his eyes fixed on the screens showing the statistics of his vehicle, but there was something in him, in his posture, that made you feel drawn to his presence. You had noticed his calm under pressure, his determination, and what seemed like a quiet way of being. Yet, what intrigued you most was that look of his, as if he was always seeing something beyond the obvious. Something, for some reason, made you want to catch his attention.

Without thinking too much, you moved toward him, your body propelled by a mixture of desire and frustration, not knowing whether you expected him to notice you or if you simply wanted to make him feel what you were feeling in that moment. The outfit you had chosen that night was one you rarely wore: a purple lace top, something daring, but still elegant enough not to be over the top. You knew the color would attract attention, but you wondered if that was all he would see, or if, at least for once, someone would look beyond the surface.

You got closer to him, slowly, your fingers brushing against his arm gently, almost an innocent gesture, but one charged with unspoken intentions.

"Carlos?" you said, your voice barely a whisper, afraid that your words wouldn’t be clear enough.

He raised an eyebrow, as if he were evaluating your presence. It wasn’t the first time you had crossed paths at a high-profile event, but this time, something felt different. You knew it, too.

"Everything okay?" he asked, his tone warm but cautious, as if aware that something else was at play in this encounter.

You felt like everything you wanted to express was about to spill over, but at the same time, you didn’t know where to start. Instead of speaking, you decided to act. You moved closer, slowly, your fingers grazing his arm once more, as if testing the waters, feeling the heat between you build.

"Would you like to hear what I really want to say?" you asked, boldly, your words more daring than ever.

Carlos observed you, his eyes narrowed, as if deciding whether you should continue or if it was best to leave things as they were. However, the tension between you both was palpable, and that gave you the courage to take the next step.

He sighed softly, and before you could say anything else, he moved toward you. The motion was as unexpected as it was swift. His lips found yours in a kiss that was soft, but full of meaning. It felt like time stopped for a moment, as if both of you were silently deciphering the same question. The attraction, the frustration, everything melted into that moment, and the only thing left was the pure connection between you.

The kiss started gentle, tempting, exploratory. His breath mingled with yours, and your hearts beat in sync. The brush of his lips was tender, yet it made you feel as though, in that instant, nothing mattered more than the two of you, that stillness amidst the chaos of everything around you. You felt stripped of your insecurities, and somehow, you felt that he was, too. In that confined space between you both, everything seemed possible.

When you pulled away, both of you breathing heavily, Carlos looked at you, his expression shifting, as if he now saw you in a completely different light. It was as though the barrier between you had dissolved, leaving room only for vulnerability, for what you both truly desired, without saying it aloud.

"I think I heard you pretty well," he said, his voice low, like he was sharing a secret.

A sigh escaped your lips, and a smile, finally genuine, spread across your face. In that moment, everything you had been waiting for, all that inner struggle to be seen and understood, seemed to be resolved in a simple act of connection.

"Maybe you heard me too," you replied, certain that, for once, someone saw beyond what you projected. And that, in that moment, meant everything.

Carlos smiled softly, his fingers gently brushing your cheek as if ensuring that what had just happened wasn’t a dream. In that instant, the lights of the circuit and the noise of the engines seemed to fade, as if the entire world had reduced itself to just the two of you. You didn’t need more words. Everything had been said with a kiss.

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[theskywithin]

🌙 Excerpt from my Book: Pluto in The Houses Chapter

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Pluto in the First House

You wear intensity like a second skin. Even in silence, you speak of storms. People feel your presence before you say a word, because your very being is a portal for transformation. But this magnetism comes with weight. You’ve had to die to parts of yourself just to survive being seen. You are here to reclaim the right to exist authentically, unapologetically. Your identity is not fixed, it’s forged through fire. The more you embrace your depth instead of hiding it, the more your presence becomes medicine for yourself, and for others. You are not intimidating. You are just real in a world afraid of truth.

Pluto in the Second House

You’ve known what it means to lose everything and to realize you were never the things you lost. Your relationship with worth is your sacred battleground, learning to stop equating your value with what you own, produce, or protect. You are here to transform scarcity into security, not by gaining more, but by remembering that you are enough. True wealth lies not in possession, but in self-possession. When you release the need to hold so tightly, life places its treasures directly into your open palms. You are not here to cling, you’re here to trust that what is truly yours can never be taken.

Pluto in the Third House

Your voice has been silenced in lifetimes past, or weaponized into something you no longer trusted. Words have been both wound and wand for you. Now, your soul craves a language that liberates. You’re here to dismantle limiting beliefs, to speak what others only dare to think. But first, you must face the shadow of your own mind, the thoughts that haunt you, the stories you tell yourself when no one is listening. Your transformation lies in rewriting your inner dialogue. When you speak from the scar, not the wound, you become the kind of truth-teller this world aches for.

Pluto in the Fourth House

You were born carrying the echoes of those who came before you. The family secrets, the inherited fears, the silent agreements passed down through blood. Home was never just a place, it was a mystery to solve, a ghost to confront. But you are the cycle breaker. The soul brave enough to dig into the emotional basement and name what was never spoken. Your transformation begins when you stop protecting what hurt you and start creating a home where healing is allowed. You were never here to repeat the story, you were born to rewrite it.

Pluto in the Fifth House

You do not create for applause, you create to survive. Your passion burns with the memory of lifetimes where self-expression was punished or misunderstood. You fear being seen and not being seen. But you are here to turn creation into catharsis, to make art from ache. Your inner child holds both a wound and a gift. When you stop seeking approval and start honoring your own fire, you unlock the kind of power that doesn’t just entertain, it awakens. You were not made to follow the script. You were made to set the stage on fire.

Pluto in the Sixth House

You’ve been the fixer, the helper, the one who quietly holds it all together. But beneath your service is a longing to feel seen, not just useful. You may bury your power under routine, or lose yourself in perfectionism. Your transformation lies in turning daily life into sacred ritual. In healing not just others, but yourself. This is where your soul purges what no longer serves and rediscovers devotion beyond duty. When you stop equating healing with martyrdom, you rise not just as a servant, but as a soul in sacred alignment with purpose.

Pluto in the Seventh House

Relationships are never light for you, they are awakenings in disguise. You attract intensity, depth, and often chaos, because your soul seeks transformation through union. Love doesn’t come wrapped in ease, it arrives as a mirror, often shattering, always revealing. You’ve loved people who pulled you apart so you could find the pieces of yourself you gave away. But this isn’t a curse, it’s an initiation. You are here to evolve through partnership, not dissolve within it. When you stop trying to save or be saved, you’ll discover that real intimacy is not about merging, it’s about meeting, soul to soul, without losing your reflection.

Pluto in the Eight House

You came into this life already familiar with death, not just physical, but emotional, spiritual, energetic. Nothing superficial ever satisfied you, you crave soul-baring truth, even if it hurts. You walk through life as an alchemist, turning endings into new beginnings, turning trauma into wisdom. But your power lies not in control, it lies in surrender. You are not here to hold everything together. You are here to let it fall apart, and trust that what remains is real. You are a guardian of the underworld, a healer of what others won’t touch. When you embrace your own darkness without fear, you become light for those still searching.

Pluto in the Ninth house

You have searched for truth in every corner of the sky, in books, teachers, borders, and belief systems. But dogma eventually becomes your cage. Your soul has known both blind faith and bitter disillusionment. You are here to dismantle inherited truths and step into a spirituality that is not taught, but felt. You’ll learn that truth is not a fixed destination, it is a fire that changes shape the closer you get. Your mind is meant to expand, but not escape. The transformation comes when you stop seeking the meaning of life, and begin living as the meaning itself.

Pluto in the Tenth House

You came here with a mission that feels larger than life. You feel watched, measured, responsible, perhaps even before you knew who you were. There’s pressure to succeed, to prove, to rise. But your soul’s greatest work isn’t just to climb, it’s to transform what you’re climbing for. You are here to dismantle outdated systems of power, starting with the one inside you. When you stop chasing approval and start anchoring your purpose, you become the kind of leader the world rarely sees: one who leads from truth, not ego. You are not here to fit the mold. You are here to shatter it.

Pluto in the Eleventh House

You’ve never quite felt like you belonged, even in a crowd. Your soul remembers exile and revolution. You see beyond the rules, beyond the masks, beyond the systems that keep people small. But isolation is not your fate, it’s your initiation. You are here to transform collective spaces from within. To disrupt not for the sake of rebellion, but for the sake of evolution. The future runs through your veins, but it’s your heart that makes it holy. When you stop hiding behind the intellect and let others truly know you, you’ll find the tribe you were always meant to lead.

Pluto in the Twelfth House

You were born with one foot in another world. The unseen speaks to you in symbols, dreams, and silence. But with this gift comes a shadow, the temptation to escape, to disappear, to numb. You’ve carried the grief of the collective, the sorrow of lifetimes, the ache of endings that never had words. But you are not here to dissolve, you are here to remember. Your soul seeks transformation through surrender, not avoidance. When you stop fearing your own depth, you become a channel for divine healing. You are not lost. You are limitless. You are not broken. You are the place where the infinite comes to feel.

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[odaengz]

TAKE A CHANCE WITH ME! — yushi smau

chapter 4 ! don’t you worry your pretty little head (short written, 621 words)

content warnings — short written portion before smau portion, cussing, timestamps are irrelevant, reader is a pathetic yearner! yay!

you squinted at your phone. ningning just loved to mess with you.

but in all honesty, spending time with anyone was better than being alone with your thoughts.

because being alone meant thinking about him—and lately, it seemed like that was all you could do.

the past two days, he was all you could think about. the memory of that night clung onto you like smoke.

his smile appeared in the midst of crowded hallways, as if the ghost of him was following you. his voice, soft, like cotton candy, echoed against the walls of quiet study rooms. the warmth of his touch, lingered every time a friend brushed against your shoulder.

the thought of him was eating you alive.

every passing moment, a reminder that the perfect boy was out there. and you had met him. you just failed to keep him.

even as you walked across campus, your thoughts drifted back to that night. how nervous he was when you asked to kiss him. how good he looked in his stupid outfit. how comfortable he made you feel.

part of you had even considered the idea that the guy ningning mentioned might somehow be him. of course you knew better, but that didn’t stop you from hoping.

—

you stepped into the study room that ningning was in and you scanned the space.

that was when your eyes landed on a familiar silhouette. a boy with dark hair and puffed out cheeks—riku.

your eyes blinked rapidly before it flicked to ningning. “riku. you were talking about riku?”

riku’s eyes, which were once laser-focused on the laptop in front of him, shot up to meet yours. “you were talking about me?”

you scoffed, plopping down onto a chair next to him. “she said the man of my dreams was in here.”

ningning let out a laugh. “no. i wasn’t talking about—“

her sentence was cut short by the sound of the door creaking open.

that was when he walked in.

silver hair. white, oversized t-shirt. baggy grey sweats. thick-rimmed glasses. a smile so bright that it almost felt annoying—like he didn’t realize the power it held. and big doe eyes. the kind that could shut someone down with one look.

he was laughing as he entered, like he owned the place. too much energy for a library. two other boys followed behind him. you didn’t recognize any of them, not that it mattered anyways.

your mind shifted, quietly praying that another boy—that boy—would walk in behind them. but then the last one pulled the door shut. and just like that, your hope had been left out in the hallway behind it.

your gaze trailed back to the silver-haired boy. something about him felt familiar, but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it.

before you could even stop yourself, you were staring. ningning noticed this, and her eyes shot you a look—one that screamed “i told you so.”—but you shrugged it off, frowning. whoever could’ve walked in could’ve been the most attractive man on earth—and you still wouldn’t have cared.

not unless it was the boy from the bar.

the silver-haired boy sat down on an empty chair next to you and turned to you with a curious smile. “hi,” he offered his hand, “i’m oh sion. you must be ningning and riku’s friend?”

you shook it back, “hi! im sung yn. and yes, unfortunately i am.”

ningning gasped, “oh you love me.”

the table giggled at the interaction and without hesitation, sion pulled everyone into study mode.

and just like that, you were alone again—your mind left to wander back to that night. back to him.

wondering if maybe, just maybe, he was thinking about you too.

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synopsis — fresh out of a horrific break up, yn gets invited out to the club by her friends. on the other hand, tokuno yushi, the quietest in his group of friends, is dragged to the same one. after spending a night filled with a whirlwind of emotions together, they both make the mistake of never formally introducing themselves. they are both determined to find each other again. after all, if they were really soulmates, fate would take over again. right?

author’s note — hayy another written chapter yayyyy!! looking at the layout i have planned for this story a lot of it might actually be written … i wrote this at like 2 am and barely proof read it so it might be dew dew .. but YAY yushi and yn’s first bridge has been formed muahaha

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[lovelybucky1]

okay so dad!matt is rotting my brain so how about this: matt is older than reader and somehow she comes into his life, whether she be a client or the daughter of a client/friend. he takes her on almost like a protégé, maybe given her an internship at the firm. he tells himself it's because he wants to protect her like he would a daughter but in secret he can't stop thinking about bending her over his desk.

he is so ashamed of his feelings and hide them very well but quickly notices that she trusts him "like a father".

she on the other hand is quite attracted to him but she also sees him as a protective father figure and feels ashamed of her attraction because "that's almost her dad"

lots of pining and being confused by their moral compasses and immense attraction and need for the other person and ahhhhhh

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i love this so much oh my god

you’re the daughter of a long time and well paying client of matt’s. when the client asked if his daughter could intern at murdock and mcduffie, it was hard for matt to say no. you don’t bite he hand that feeds, after all. he was worried about having a spoiled young girl from harvard law working under him, seeing as he specializes in helping the less fortunate, but that turned out to not be his biggest problem.

you’re sweet, kind, humble, and devastatingly sexy. devastating because you’re in your early twenties and he’s pushing forty.

he tried so hard to keep it professional, but you were insistent on getting to know him on a personal level and he couldn’t resist. after you became closer than the typical boss/employee, he tried to friendzone you, or more accurately, dad-zone you. he took on a mentor role and constantly called you kid, trying to put that space between the two of you. no matter how many times he reminded himself of your age, your inexperience, your innocence,he couldn’t help but imagine you bent over his desk.

despite how perceptive he usually his, he had no idea you felt the same. his own feelings were clouding his judgement and he didn’t realize how your heart races when you see him, how it skips when he called you kid in that warm, gentle tone. you didn’t mean to fall for your boss. you know he’s way too old for you and you’ve even referred to him as your work dad, but late at night, your fantasies always include him.

you started to dress up more for work which feels ironic because you work for a blind man, but you don’t know what else to do. somehow he seems to have taken notice. your skirts are shorter, still professional, but they show off more of your legs. you bought a new perfume, something sweet and alluring. you even started wearing your hair different, just to get his attention.

the two of you reach your boiling point late one evening while you’re helping him work on his opening statement. he had asked you to read it back to him, partly to catch errors, but mostly because he wanted to listen to your voice. you’re sitting close, your voice soft in the small, quiet room. this time, matt is paying attention to all of his senses and catches how your breath hitches when his thigh makes contact with yours.

tension is thick in the air, confessions sit heavy on the tips of your tongues.

“matt-”

“don’t.”

“but-“

“we can’t.”

it’s as close as you can get to confronting it without putting words to your feelings. no i’m too old, i’m your boss, i’m friends with your father. just, we can’t.

as much as it kills you, you understand. in fact, you understand so well that you begin to date another lawyer at the firm. he’s a first year from harvard, and despite being in the program at the same time, you never saw him around campus. he’s exceptional, a literal genius, and he treats you well. he’s great, except he’s not matt.

its been two months and you’re working late with matt again, scanning case files in his office. at this hour, in this small of a space, nothing good can come. you’re close again, touching at the ankles, thighs, and almost the shoulder.

“sweetheart-“

“don’t.”

“please-“

“we can’t.”

no i’m too young, i’m with someone else, you’re my boss. just we can’t.

“i don’t care,” he breathes.

he grabs your face and kisses you, lips gentle but full of passion, longing, and something darker. something you’ve both been pushing down since you’ve started working together.

“matt,” you gasp.

“i can’t stop myself,” he mumbles against your lips.

you have no idea the devil that hides behind the mask of matt murdock.

[avifaunaa]

share your soul with me [ unzip your skin, let me have a see ] [ l.m. + s.s. ] [ pt. 2 ]

Authors Note: Well I got a lot of positive feedback on that first part — thank you so much! Here’s much awaited part two!

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PART ONE

Pairing: Lottie Matthews x fem!reader x Shauna Shipman

Summary: Newly presented and thrown into your first heat cycle while battling an environment that seeks to kill all of you, you hide away in the attic to ride it out and hope you can mentally survive the aftermath. But your cries seem to attract Lottie and Shauna into your orbit — leaving the three of you with choices you’re not sure any of you can handle.

Content Warnings: Again, this is an A/B/O fic so that’s what you’re getting into here. I’m not responsible for your content intake — please remember that and enjoy!

Within regular Yellowjackets dynamics: Descriptions of injuries and illnesses, death and blood, discussions of + actual cannibalism, canon-typical violence, cult-like behaviors, the Wilderness being the Wilderness

Within A/B/O dynamics: pack / power dynamics, gender-norm discussions within ABO context, heat/rut cycles, presenting, dubious consent due to r's heat, descriptions of heat cycles/ruts, some softness, fingering, female alphas get big-clit-syndrome in rut [ sort of penises i guess? ], bottom!reader, top!lottie, switchy!Shauna [ she crept up on me, your honor ], handjobs [ l -> s ], blowjobs / deep throating [ shauna -> r ], knotting [ lottie + shauna -> R ], begging [ r ], praise kink [ r ], breeding kink [ NO PREGNANCY ], mating + mating bites, anal [ lottie -> r ], double penetration, normal vulgar language from me, major aftercare -- THIS IS THE FILTHIEST THING I HAVE EVER WRITTEN

Word Count: ~9k

The burning started one day after being secluded to the attic. It wasn’t a creeping on sensation like your biology textbooks would describe, it was brutal.

You had forgone clothes when sweat started soaking through the material, the below-degree temperature doing little to soothe your sensitive skin. You should be freezing, body responding with goosebumps and cold shakes.

But you were so hot, and in so much fucking pain. You tried putting a hand between your legs to ease the ache that seemed to be sourced there.

Your hand came away wet and sticky, the orgasms you reached unsatisfying and leaving you more distressed. That’s when the low, guttural cry for something you couldn’t place began.

Food was dropped off when you slept, nesting materials sometimes provided as well. Eating was both a chore and a requirement — your stomach churned when you brought strips of meat to your lips to consume, but you were losing more calories now than normal.

Day four in your new heat cycle was not proving to ease your pains. You wondered if this was a punishment for presenting late, walking around in a skin you didn’t really belong in.

“ — then you can leave,” a harsh, snarling voice woke you. “She’s in pain, Jackie, we can —“

“That’s my fucking sister,” retorted the strained voice of your sister, who sounded like she was just at the stairs to the attic. “You can’t be seriously considering . . .”

“Jackie,” a more calm, soothing croon followed. You whined at the sound of it, a longing tug in your chest almost pulling you from your nest to go to it. It was Lottie, Lottie, yes she could . . . “Jackie, we can help her. I know what . . . I know it doesn’t seem good, but wouldn’t you rather it be us than anyone else?”

Jackie snarled, a sound that was full of reproach and desperation. “So you can use her to get your dicks wet and then leave her in the aftermath? She doesn’t need the heartache on top of this.”

Shauna’s low huffing sigh was a reply to the question. Then you heard her say, voice husky, “We won’t do that — just — pump and dump. That’s not Lottie’s style, or mine. She needs help, Jacks. Help you can’t provide her.”

The scents of frustrated Alpha drifted through the cracks of the floors and walls, surrounding you in a cocoon of displeasure and forcing your throat to croon out noises you still couldn’t believe you could make.

Softening noises to ease the tension and pressures of upset Alphas — uniquely Omega in their making that flipped some sort of hindbrain switch in an Alpha brain. Traits that long stopped being necessary for survival, but left over in the human evolution process.

It quieted below you as shuffling followed your cry.

“Be gentle — I — don’t hurt her.” Your sister, hesitant and pained as she spoke, now further away.

“We won’t — we won’t, Jackie,” Shauna said firmly. “She’s pack, she’s one of us. That’s why we need to help her. Okay?”

Your sister didn’t offer a response, but there seemed to be a lightening in her scent as floorboards cracked and her familiar presence started leaking away.

It was quiet for a few seconds other than your heavy, uneven breathing that felt suffocating around you. Your own scent was dizzying even to you; you wondered how the rest of the pack wasn't at one another's throats right now.

The creaking of the attic's latter snapped your attention sharply toward the closed hatch. Waiting, burning, until it opened without being knocked and the strong, intoxicating smell of Shauna Shipman struck you.

The whine that left you was guttural and desperate. You wished for the self-control you had before presenting had stayed, but alas.

Shauna's form fit through the entrance and the instant your eyes locked, they darkened but her features softened in a look you did not think existed in Shauna Shipman's face gallery.

She strode toward you but your attention was caught on another Alpha's scent curling through Shauna's. Lottie slipped through after, and she was turning to shut the hatch that sealed the three of you in the attic. Together.

"Omega," Shauna crooned lowly, stalking forward until she was just inches away from your poorly constructed nest. Her eyes flickered along the bundle you had managed to create with what you were provided. "You look cozy in the nest. Doesn't she, Lottie?"

Lottie was just pulling up next to Shauna, and her gaze flickered at the sight of you. "A very good nest," she agreed. "It looks like it could hold two more."

And then your mood shifted, a sour curl of your lips revealing your teeth as you locked your slick-coated thighs together and started the two Alphas down.

Come into the nest? Without proving they can provide? Keep safe? The nerve! A petulant thought stream coursed through you out of left field.

Shauna raised her hands in an appeasing gesture. “Hey,” she murmured at the same time as brain relaxing pheromones were released from where she stood. “It’s okay. We aren’t going to touch your nest — unless you want us to,” she added.

Lottie blinked, glancing awkwardly at the fellow Alpha. Shauna ignored her attempt at questioning and your eyes shifted from one woman to the other cautiously.

“We want you to want to invite us,” the brunette continued easily, crouching down so she was more eye-level with your prone form. “What can we do to get to come in?”

Your throat was dry as you swallowed, wetting your dried lips and shifting your body to ease the ache that only worsened with their closeness.

“Clothes,” you rasped, eyeing the jacket she wore. You could line the weak barrier on your right with it and it would be doused in the scent. “Nest. Need a good nest.”

Shauna’s lips curled just so, a flicker in her eyes that went over your head. “Okay, Omega. We will provide for your nest.” She turned her chin to Lottie without removing her gaze from you. “Both of us?”

You took a moment to consider it, letting your newly unlocked senses do what they were designed to do and decide based on your body’s reaction.

Then you nodded, a small gesture of approval. You liked both of their scents mingled and neither of them upset your brand new nervous system. “Both.”

“Good girl,” Shauna crooned again, starting to peel off the leather jacket at the same time as Lottie began to undo her heavier coat. “Thank you for telling us.”

Lottie sat on her heels next to Shauna and offered her jacket first while Shauna was content to keep you waiting. You sat up, the trapped heat underneath you escaping.

Shauna’s throat bobbed as she watched you creep forward toward Lottie’s outreached offer.

Like a flash you snagged the coat and turned away from them both, starting to line the thick piece of clothing around the least sturdy part of your nest. You could feel them staring at your back and simply knew they could see the slick actively leaking down your thighs.

A soft growl started behind but you ignored it until you felt like you had gotten the coat intertwined just so.

Your heart was racing as you turned back around, not sure how the Alphas would react to the addition, the change to your temporary safe haven.

Shauna’s knuckles were buried in her jacket and she appeared to be trembling, or resisting her instincts in some way.

Lottie was oddly still, unreadable, her palms still open in the position she had held the jacket.

You shivered a little at their attentions. “Nest,” you murmured in quiet relief. Your body shifted slightly toward Shauna. “Nest?”

Shauna blinked rapidly for a moment, then she moved her arms so that the jacket crossed the threshold of the entrance to your nest, jacket offered.

You eyed her and placed a hand on top of the jacket. “Come in,” you said hesitantly, licking your lips again. “Don’t mess anything up.”

Both Alphas released low noises that could’ve been confused as a purr, but it wasn’t. It was a gesture of acceptance, meant to ease the tension an Omega feels without crossing boundaries or sending signals that a purr might.

They followed you delicately as you went to the corner where your pillow was and added Shauna’s lettermen to the stack of limp clothes and making it slightly firmer.

When you were satisfied with the addition, you turned fully to two the two Alphas who had crawled into your nest with so much gentleness that your heart throbbed. You sat on your bare knees and waited until they were settled.

It was Lottie who extended her hand first after the few moments of silence. "Will you let us care for you, Omega? Let us put a damper on the heat?"

Shauna twitched in place, continuing to hold herself back despite how her fingers clenched into her jeans. Her throat bobbed as those eyes scorched across your bare body.

You whined low and unsure as the thought of them running their hands along their body sent a flicker of desire across your brain -- and rousing the attention of the new Omega part of you. She was interested, she was in pain.

And so were you.

"Y-yes," you whispered, your tongue dry as your underused voice answered. "Please. Hurts."

Shauna moved first but Lottie shot an arm out to stop her as her dark eyes held you in their entrapment. Shauna huffed but did not cross the barrier Lottie made with her limb.

It would seem their roles had shifted as soon as they had entered your nest. Shauna was now seemingly beyond sentences and her restraint was on a thin rubber-band like stretch.

Lottie smiled at you then, her features softening as she lowered her arm at the same time as dominance-induced pheromones started pumping out from her. Shauna took the hint and stayed where she was -- which would have shocked you if you were able to think beyond your Omega hindbrain.

Shauna, Alpha of Alphas, was ceasing dominance to Lottie. At least . . . for now.

"We'll take care of you, that's all we want," Lottie told you as she started to slowly shuffle in your direction without messing up your carefully procured nest. "We'll get you through it, satisfy your heat. Would you like that, 'Mega?"

You nodded furiously, garbled noises that would have been words spilling from your throat.

"Yeah," Lottie murmured as though she understood the nonsense you sputtered, now touching your knees with her own. "Yeah, I bet you're just so needy right now. Wet and throbbing."

"So wet," you whimpered as you were reminded of such a fate, clenching your thighs together until the sides of your knees touched. The minor pressure sent shuddering waves through, the clenching feeling good and painful and not enough --

"Shh," the older brunette crooned, hand resting on one of your knees. The reaction was instantaneous; your body jerked forward and your knee pushed into the soft touch. "It's okay, it'll be okay now."

"Please," you repeat, "it hurts. I need . . ."

Why couldn't you finish the sentence? Why did your mind blank out every ten seconds when clarity tried to return?

“We know what you need,” Lottie said sharply, silencing your pathetic whimpering as she began to strip down right there. “Be a good girl and start putting these in the nest.”

You took the clothes as they were given to you. Lottie had another piece ready when you were done with the previous, and when she was completely naked, Shauna started doing the same thing until nothing was left.

A rush of comfort overwhelmed you in that moment — security from both the additions and the Alphas who willingly provided for it. You were safe, your Alphas would keep you safe.

When you settled back into the place you had been curled up for the last couple of days, Lottie crawled forward. “It’s a perfect nest, perfect to see to your heat in.”

Your thighs clenched again. “Please.”

“Yes,” Lottie soothed, a hand resting on your ankle. The touch was both icy cold and fire hot against your sensitive skin. You wanted more, wanted it gone, you didn’t know what you wanted.

Shauna crept up to the other side Lottie wasn’t occupying, her gaze having grown intense and heavy on you as she reached out to brush her thumb against your pebbled nipple.

Your reaction was sudden, your hips lifting as the electric pulse coursed through you. You wanted her touch more, wanted it all over you.

“Inside,” you managed to rasp, the slow spread of your legs snapping both women’s eyes downward as you exposed your cunt to them.

“Inside?” Lottie repeated with a questioning lilt of her voice. Her thumb kept a rhythmic brush on your nipple as she stared, taking some sort of pleasure from the response your body gave.

“So sensitive,” Shauna muses absently, eyes locked onto you in a way that should have been unsettling. She was a hungry predator, and here you were as her prey beneath her drooling jaws.

“Mhm.” Like a shot, the thumb paused. The pad of it pressed down instead, pushing your nipple just so.

“Stop,” you whined. “Hurts.”

Shauna’s chest rumbled from her sit next to you, a sudden switch from her husky teasing only moments before. “We need to put her out of her pain, Lottie, not cause more.”

Lottie’s gaze barely flickered, but her fingers finally moved downward across your abdomen. There was an intense pause when they barely made contact with your mound and found the slick that had built up there.

“God,” she whispered, adjusting her stance. She now straddles you with her knees holding legs open, exposing you more to the cool air as she stared down. “Do all Omegas get this wet in their first heat?”

“Does she seem like she knows?” Shauna asked flatly, fingers carding through your sweaty hair.

Lottie ignored her as usual. Her throat bobbed as she started exploring you, not caring her fingers were soaked just by running them along your folds.

She watched for your reaction every so often and when the squirming became almost too much, a finger finally entered your cunt and your stomach clenched at the same time as your head dropped back on top of the makeshift pillow you made.

Lottie was in awe. She and Shauna knew, coming up into the attic, that you were deep in the throes of this torment and it did not seem to have an end without an Alpha’s help.

Shauna was doing well — she had fucked Lottie like a beast before they’d gone to Jackie to propose their plan to help you out and it had leveled her head out and her restraint was making Lottie proud.

In fact, Lottie was surprised how easily Shauna ceded dominance to her. She was Jackie’s second in command in all things, Lottie was nowhere near that level in the pack hierarchy and both of them were very aware of it.

Yet . . .

As she slid the first finger into your waiting heat, immediately met with a reaction that would normally drive Shauna crazy, the brunette simply watched Lottie and kept soothing fingers in your hair as you arched up and strained your neck from the unspeakable sensation it caused you.

“You’re doing so good,” Lottie crooned as your walls clenched around her finger, tight and holding. “Do you want another? You’re pretty wet.”

Your response was a garble of indecipherable noises and a gasp.

Shauna put pressure in your scalp — Lottie watched as her grip tightened just enough to grab your attention. Your eyes were foggy, unmistakably checked out with your brain being drowned in pheromones and heat.

“Can you answer Lottie, baby?” Shauna rasped once the Omega’s eyes lazily cycled toward her. You blinked.

“Hurts,” you said simply. “Need you.”

“You’ve got us,” Shauna purred, the noise cutting and out of practice from lack of use. It didn’t seem to matter though, not with the way your body seemed to go slack and you returned her purr.

Shauna shot Lottie a small glance, a confirmation.

Lottie inserted another finger while her thumb sought out your clit, rubbing soft circles to coax out some pleasure to mask the pain your heat was causing.

What she wasn’t expecting was the immediate orgasm that started wracking your frame. It was quieter than all the other noises you’d been letting out, a soft whine as your walls clenched hard around Lottie’s fingers.

It wasn’t long before more wetness followed the orgasm, forcing Lottie out of your cunt before she was truly ready. It soaked your thighs and ass.

“You barely touched her,” Shauna said lowly, eyes darkened and expression twisted in shock. It was unexpected for both of them — they knew you were sensitive but this . . .

This wasn’t what they were assuming would happen. Not this quickly.

“How’d that feel, Omega?” Lottie questioned, pressing a kiss to the knee near her chin that had curled during the orgasm. “Take the edge off?”

You sniffled in reply, one of your arms covering your eyes. You radiated a scent of both content and distress, which caused Lottie’s Alpha to run confused circles in her chest.

She hated that this was how you had to experience it — your first heat. She had presented young, like most Alphas and Omegas do, and her first rut happened at fifteen. She had been told two years in advance what to expect, how to feel — Omegas did not get that luxury. They got their first heat one to two weeks after initial presentation.

Not only were you presenting late, your first heat was not eased by comforts modern technology and creations were provided to ease your pain and discomfort. You should be at home in a lovely nest with proper nesting material they advertised and you could have picked out.

You should be treated to whatever food you wanted, fed to you by your Alpha [ preferably herself and Shauna, she couldn’t help but think ] as proof of ability to provide and care for you.

Most of all, Lottie hated that her ability to see you through this in the proper way and not out of necessity. The pack had been great about it, but your distress had grown and all of them had been restless and aggressive the longer you emitted those pheromones.

“Lot.” Shauna grasped her chin and jerked her forward slightly. The paler brunette leaned over your body to get Lottie’s focus, running a chapped finger across her jawline. “Come back to us.”

Her breath was warm on Lottie’s face, her scent swirling around her in the comforting embrace she had come to adore so deeply. This thing with Shauna . . . It was before this. Before the crash. Before the Wilderness.

You’d made this decision together as paired Alphas. Jackie had given her blessing.

And you were now watching her, too, with the clearest eyes she’d seen on you since they’d entered the attic. Your body was cooling down under her touch, a reprieve until the heat took over again and you became lost to reason.

Your cheeks were red, stained dry from your tears. But you did not push Lottie away, her cheek still pressed to your knee and fingers covered in your slick still close to your cunt.

“Thank you,” she rasped with a sniffle. “Can we cuddle?”

Shauna still held your chin, lips pursed as she searched her fellow Alpha’s face for any signs of distress she couldn’t detect with her nose.

Lottie pulled herself from her head and the what-ifs and should-bes. The you that was here needed Lottie present, to comfort and care for her in the way she could in this moment.

She smiled, hand not covered in you reaching up to take Shauna’s fingers from your chin and interlace them instead. She then turned her focus to you, a hopeful small look lingering in your eyes.

“We can cuddle until you need us again,” Lottie confirms, crawling from between your legs and settling on the other side of you Shauna wasn’t occupying, but not unlacing her fingers from the other Alpha’s.

The three of you settled into the calm. The only sign of the world falling apart in that moment was the snowstorm raging on outside of the cabin, but even that lulled all of you to sleep.

The next time you woke up was the most pain you think you’ve ever experienced. And you broke your wrist and four fingers that one time when you were a kid.

Jackie had been furious — but there had been nothing to properly redirect that rage toward considering your injury was a result of you climbing the tree in your backyard much higher than you’d ever done.

This pain . . . It was all encompassing. Your stomach was twisted into tight, unwindable knots that flared up when you tried to readjust.

Your thighs were raw and sore — likely from the slick that kept leaking and drying, leaving your skin irritated in response. You’d read that this was a common side effect of late presenting Omegas, wherein their body is not caught up in being accustomed to the new Omega traits and hormones. Allergic reactions were common for the first couple of months after late presentations.

You were no different.

You shuddered when a ripple of need coursed across your spine. Lottie was laying behind you, based on the scent clinging to your skin, while Shauna kept her face tucked in your neck as she used her body as a blanket for you.

“S-Shauna,” you whispered, moving slightly beneath her.

Brown eyes shot open, clearing out as consciousness returned to her at a startlingly fast rate. She swallowed and peered down at you, a hand rising to steady herself and curling around your arm as she moved her face.

“Hey,” she whispered back, rubbing slowly back and forth. “You’re warm.”

“Need you,” you admitted, but your eyes also strayed to the water that was left for the three of you sometime over night when the smaller provision had been gone through quickly. “Bad.”

Shauna’s eyes followed yours and she nodded once. Then jerked Lottie awake with her food jabbing into the taller Alpha’s thigh.

A grunt echoed in the attic as Lottie jostled around before finally sitting up. “Shauna, really?”

“Omega needs water,” Shauna stated obviously, her face impassive as she waited for Lottie to hand over the resource.

Lottie's eyes lit up in recognition and she nodded as she turned herself over so she could reach for the water requested. She turned back over once she had poured some into one of the makeshift bowls and tilted it to your lips.

You drank ravenously, not stopping even when some spilled down your bare chest. It was soothing if nothing else -- easing the inflamed skin.

"Good girl," Shauna murmured, nails catching some tangles in your hair and working them out gently before carding them through all over again, "Drink as much as you need."

You did. When the cup was empty and you no longer felt parched, you watched as Lottie returned the cup toward the bucket of water through hooded eyes.

"Think you could eat something?" Shauna asked, drawing your attention back to the purring Alpha who's touch was surrounding you in all the ways that mattered but didn't seem to meet the needs between your legs.

You shook your head -- the mere image of food right now was nauseating.

"Food rejection," Lottie said as her hand settled across your hip, "I think she's at her peak."

Shauna seemed inclined to agree. "No use trying and upsetting her, I suppose." Though she did not look entirely pleased at leaving you unfed.

Lottie caught the frown on her face the same time you did, and she reached across your form to settle a hand on the other Alpha's where it was stroking patterns into your stomach. "Hey. She'll be okay -- she's been very good at communicating her needs to us this far. She may be more open to eating something after we knot her."

Your brain emptied at that last statement, though it was beginning to grow fuzzy quickly beforehand; the way Lottie and Shauna spoke as if you weren't there, the light not-enough touches, the rumbling deep in their chests that vibrated through your bones.

But the mention of knotting --

"Mm, look at this."

When had you shifted onto your stomach, moved your face into the sad little nest you had prepared and shifted your hips for them?

Your Omega snarled that it did not matter, that you were thinking far too much about miniscule things when Alphas were here to help you with your heat . . . should you only ask nicely and be sweet.

You started loosening the control of your lifetime of humanity -- the years and years disguised as a Beta. It was a life you had known for so long but your Omega was ready to guide you through this first heat, if you only let her.

You did.

A small noise of chirping started leaving your lips at the same time as your raw knees began to shift to hold your weight in order to present your ass outward in offer to Lottie and Shauna: to your Alphas.

"Look at this," Shauna's deepened voice rumbled and then hands slid over the curve of your exposed ass, thumbs pressing into the skin a little more tenderly than the rest of her hands. "Fuck, look at her."

Lottie's eyes were narrowed, keeping a hazy focus on the position you and Shauna had taken from her spot. Her jaw clenched briefly, then, "Get under her."

Shauna blinked. "What?"

Lottie was already on her knees and ready to take the co-captain's spot, the stench of dominance beginning to leak from the scent glands on her neck and wrists. Shauna's body twitched -- just barely -- in response.

"You heard me," Lottie said calmly, not so much as curling her lip at Shauna despite the pheromones she poured out, "We're both going to take her and I need you in her cunt."

Shauna's chest fell slightly and your neck was still straining to keep looking toward them. But then she nods and makes her way back up toward you. Already you could see it -- her clit. It was morphing into a cock -- a cock to fuck, to fuck and knot, to knot and --

You were jostled and hoisted upward quickly. A yelp escaped from you before you could stop it but it was hushed by Lottie's thin fingers running lines down your spine as Shauna settled you atop her lap, where the hardness in her lap started poking into your thigh.

"Good girl, good Omega," Lottie purred as soon as the adjustment was made without easing up on her hand movements along her back. "I know, you didn't expect us to move you, huh?"

You shook your head, head dropping against Shauna's collarbone. You couldn't really complain being removed from the comfort of your nest -- you had two Alpha's against you again, touching you everywhere, and --

Soft lips pressed against the mating gland just under your ear; an unexpected shockwave of endorphins shot through your system and you jerked against Shauna's hips. The Alpha responded in turn, grunting and grinding up into your thigh.

Lottie's laugh was musical and mischievous.

"Lottie," Shauna gritted out, her fingers ironclad on your hips but the tremble in her arms was felt by all three of you.

"You're big," you whispered before you could stop yourself, meeting Shauna's big brown eyes.

A twitch against your thigh and the swirl of pleased pheromones, arousal drenched.

"Oh, she liked that," Lottie commented as she leaned over you again and ran teeth along the sensitive skin of your shoulder. You felt a hand reaching between the two of you and Shauna jerked against you.

Movement caused you to lift your heavy body to look down as best you could -- and the sight sent slick down your cunt you were sure. Lottie had a hand wrapped around Shauna's extended cock where her clit once was, slowly running her palm up and down, fingers squeezing at the base where a puffy ring of skin was beginning to form.

"Isn't she so pretty, Omega?" Lottie crooned, allowing your focus to stay on where her hand was keeping steady movements even as Shauna's hips were jerking up as Lottie's hand moved down. You came to realize it was her knot that was forming at the base, and Lottie was adding extra pressure to it each time around.

Shauna's nails dug into your skin as she dropped her head back against the sad pillows you had made for your nest, thrusting weakly into Lottie's hand as you tried to remain still between the two Alphas.

Then Lottie stopped.

A whine so desperate you almost thought it was your own left Shauna's throat as her hips lifted up, but Lottie had her cock in a firm grip, unable to find the pleasure she sought.

"Answer me, sweetheart," Lottie whispered, her lips once again finding home on your mating gland. The musky smell of Shauna's pleasure and three people's arousal was sending you into a fuzzy mindspace you weren't sure how to handle.

"Please," Shauna added, husky and more needy than you've ever seen Shauna Shipman in your life. Only for Lottie . . . and now you.

Another wave of heat burst through you and you swallowed down the wave of fear and uncertainty that tried to escape from your reasonable brain, instead getting out, "S-she's pretty. Shauna you're so . . . I wish it were in me, I bet it would make me feel good. So good."

"That's a good Omega," Lottie praised, then the sound of slick movement filled the attic and Shauna's stomach muscles tensed so tight you wondered if she would give herself a hernia. "Look at this, her knot is already so big and she's not even inside of you yet. I think you should lean down, Omega. Put it in your mouth. Take her cum since it can't go into your cunt yet."

A moan left you and Shauna in that exact moment and through shaky limbs, and Lottie's help, you found yourself face to face with Shauna's shaft. It rested just above her cunt where clit normally would be, and you'd seen enough anatomy drawings to not be shocked -- but the real thing is still . . . surprising. Especially when Shauna was larger than anatomy drawings.

Lottie's fingers curled into your hair and pushed your head, gently but firmly, downward, "Go on," the brunette Alpha encouraged, "bring Alpha to pleasure and we'll in turn bring you yours. Be a good Omega and do your duty."

The comment was so un-Lottie that if any other Alpha had said it to you, you'd have reared back and called for Jackie to suckerpunch them. But the way your thighs remained soaked with your slick right now . . . and how your Omega was a mess, your brain was a mess . . .

You swallowed and looked over the tip at Shauna, who had adjusted slightly so she was sitting up and staring at you through a heavy gaze. You started with kitten licks, offering small test suckles to see what got her squirming and what did not get a reaction.

And then Lottie shoved your head down, until you were choking at the base of Shauna's knot as the Alpha's hips thrusted against your face in shock, moaning out her surprise.

"There we go," Lottie cooed as she massaged the base of your neck as your throat did its' best to accommodate the length, neither Alpha seeming to care about the gagging. Though, in reality, Lottie kept a close eye on it. She did note the way your thighs violently clenched and how you were trying not to rub yourself along Shauna's leg.

"Lottie, Jesus Christ," Shauna sputtered, eyes wide as she stared at her mate behind you. "Her f-first time."

"Better she learn now then," Lottie mentions sweetly, almost mocking, as she used her other hand to rub soothing circles in your back and noticing how your head began to slowly bob up and down Shauna's shaft. "Oh and what a quick learner, isn't she?"

Shauna released an inhumane noise as her hand knocked Lottie's away to tangle in your hair, her hips stuttering in an attempt to keep from being rough with you as she fucked your throat.

In truth, Lottie's plan was seeded with reason: she jerked Shauna off to test the waters and see how wet you got, how aroused the sight of her cock and Shauna's desperation made you, added in with Lottie's overwhelming dominance.

She needed you extremely aroused and ready for both of them if they were to sate your heat in the way it needed to be sated in the only way it could be without modern technology to help the three of them out here.

"You're both doing so well," Lottie threw out assuredly, "My best girls."

Shauna was close -- the way her lip curled back and a stench of dominant, challenging pheromones struck Lottie in response to the praise told it all. Shauna's ability to submit and dominate came and went, but she's always been unpredictable. Lottie has come to ride out the waves of these changes over time and she only smirked at Shauna, showing teeth at the rutting Alpha.

Shauna snarled aloud, her body jerking suddenly. You made a noise, strangled out by Shauna's cock, and Shauna held Lottie's gaze as she came straight down your throat, fingers keeping a tight hold in your hair as she bristled and asserted herself.

Lottie's eyes twinkled as Shauna's release overtook her -- the pleasure was shaking Shauna, she could tell through the shared mating bond, but her Alpha forced her to keep her gaze and focus on Lottie as she spurted her release and waited for Lottie to back down.

You whined beneath both of them as Shauna's cock softened just enough for the knot to be less inflated and so that she wasn't coming so much. let you go and moved her hand to your cheek, eyes softening considerably when they left Lottie, who had not backed down first.

"You did so good," Shauna whispered, voice strained as she wiped away some spilled cum from your chin. "Thank you."

You rested your chin on her thigh, feeling spent without even having had an orgasm yet. Your body was on fire, sure, but your brain was alight with emotions.

"Do you need a break?" Lottie asked from above you, moving your hair to the side as she leaned down so she could look at you. "We need you ready and willing, not anything otherwise."

"Maybe some more water?" You did not mind the saltiness that Shauna left behind, but your throat was a little sore and you were sweating out everything you've already had to drink earlier. "And then I should be okay."

"You're more verbal today," Shauna said as she brought some water to you and held it up to you. You drank a little, washing the taste of Alpha away.

"Yeah, that's weird," you agreed.

"It may be because of us," Lottie said, her hands not having left you once. Still on your backs, your legs, massaging and rubbing -- soothing, reassuring, "You're pulled less into intensities of heat sickness so you can think a little more clearly."

"I don't feel like I'm thinking clearly," you admit to them as you finish the water and deny an offer of a refill. "I feel so fucking empty that I could have the most painful orgasm of my life if my clit is stimulated without something inside of me."

Shauna ran a hand across your damp temple, smile sympathetic. "That would be the heat, baby. We're going to take care of you now. Fill you so good that thinking will be . . . impossible, really."

And with that, your Omega came to life and pushed herself into the front of your brain all over again.

You found yourself in the same exact position you were in previously, in Shauna's lap with Lottie resting above you. This time, however, the hardness that Shauna hoisted was not going to be teased -- and by the time they had started talking you through it, you had stopped following along.

You were grinding against Shauna, slick and not with any sort of pattern as you did. Your nails were leaving little divots in Shauna's chest, above her breasts, but she did not seem to care as her awe-filled eyes watched you make an attempt to find a suitable position on her cock.

"Okay," Lottie murmured as she lifted your hips, which removed the stimulation you sought so needlingly. A low whine escaped your raspy throat and she returned it by kissing your gland. "Calm, Omega. I'm going to put you on her cock; slowly, so you do not hurt yourself. Can you be still for me?"

"Want it," you whispered, lost for full sentences as you clenched around nothing above Shauna. The Alpha in question's jaw was clenched tight as held her palms open, waiting to accept your hips and cunt with her cock.

But Lottie was determined to do this her way -- which meant easing you down slowly. The minute Shauna's shaft made contact with your overly slick pussy, all of you shuddered. She eased allowed you to sink down but forced your pace to be at her desire; which you would later be thankful for. Shauna was big. The stretch was intense and clenching around her did not help matters even though your body's responses were out of your control.

"Feels so good," you moaned as you collapsed against the Alpha beneath you, wracked with shivers and needing to take a moment. Shauna's arms wrapped around you, trembling in the same way your entire form seemed to be doing.

"Good, good girl," Lottie murmured as she released you and instead worked her hands down your thighs. You let her do what she wanted as you pulsed around the intrusion that both intensified and eased the undeniable heat inside of you.

"You're so big, Shauna, I--" You did not know what else to say, as your thighs locked around the brunette's muscled hips and thus forcing her further inside you. Both of you breathed out.

"You're giving me an ego," Shauna said, laughing weakly as she smiled at you in what she hoped was reassuring. It was in that look -- that smile -- that you came to a realization.

She's never knotted an Omega, perhaps never been with an Omega at all. You wanted to open your mouth, to ask questions maybe but the chance was gone when she started catching onto it.

Her cheeks turned red under your scrutiny and she suddenly grabbed your chin and jerked you forward into a searing kiss.

Your brain melted inside of your skull as you respond to the kiss in full, falling into it and starting to grind down your hips, desire flaring up now that the stretch had gone from burning to delicious.

"Fuck," she cursed into your mouth as she moved to meet your thrusts.

The feeling of it -- it was indescribable, it was raw and it was like getting into a cold bed after taking a hot shower after being outside and sweating all day, it was soothing an ache that before this had never seemed to leave.

The kiss broke when the tip of her shaft suddenly seemed to hit somewhere inside of you that not even you could ever reach -- now that you knew you were an Omega, maybe this was why previous partners couldn't either. It heightened your pleasure tenfold and the noises that left your mouth were absolutely abhorrent, you were sure.

"Lot, you gonna do something back there?" Shauna inquired breathlessly as she started using her left hip and bearing down on her right, thus angling her body upward, wrapping a leg around your waist to keep you steady and hitting that spot at a consistent rate.

It was overwhelming, it was going to kill you, it was --

Something wet started circling the muscles above your cunt without much pressure at first, probing carefully with slick while a hand crept down to play with your clit.

You came as soon as contact was made, the most powerful wave of earth-shattering pleasure taking over you like a possession and freezing you atop Shauna as your mouth opened in a silent scream.

That did not stop the brute strength of her thrusts, though. Her pupils were dilated as she pressed fingers to the back of your neck and jerked you down so your chests were pressed close. Her cock curved upward and only seemed to extend your orgasm longer.

Your head tilted back, and this time a moan did escape you nearly at the same moment where sharp teeth locked onto your neck and broke the soft patch of skin wherein your home-scent was contained.

Saliva and snarls and wails exploded in the attic but it was drowning quickly with another orgasm quickly following the second one before you had time to gather your bearings, the teeth still holding you firmly in place as something in the air shifted between you and the Alpha who was setting a newly punishing pace.

And then you felt it as your high was slowly beginning to ebb but not completely fading -- knowing another was to follow -- the tip of what you now came to understand was Lottie's cock at your ass.

"Shauna, I need you to keep her still for a second." She sounded underwater, but even then she was loud and demanding, putting all the dominance she had into that one order.

Even in the throes of her rut it paused Shauna's rhythm right where it was. Her teeth were not moving an inch, but she grumbled deep in her chest as she did as Lottie said and slowly eased both of your bodies flat into the nest, Lottie following, so that she could keep you still.

"Okay," Lottie breathed, palm splayed flat in the middle of your back as she shifted behind you. You so dearly wished you could move your neck to see what she was doing, but Shauna had your neck as a semi-permanent chew toy right now.

You did your best to keep still and relax for what came next despite the hard throbbing in your cunt that left you nearly twitching for movement.

Meanwhile Lottie ran a hand up and down her own shaft, slick with your juices and keeping you in place with her palm on your back. She was so fucking hard and wet at once that her own rut was getting to her head -- but she had to do this carefully or risk hurting you.

She wasn't as thick as Shauna was -- maybe perhaps a bit longer, but less of a stretch and likely more easy to take so she hoped this would both damper the Omega's heat more without being too much.

She took a deep breath, and when a small whine left the little creature below her she knew she needed to get to work.

Shauna's eyes looked up at Lottie as she slotted herself close to your ass and, using her hand, started to work herself into your tight hole.

A squeak was what Lottie was greeted with in return, your body jerking forward into Shauna and forcing the Alpha to finally let go of her mating mark on your neck.

She instead started peppering kisses along your face and making soft, soothing noises to soothe the Omega's hindbrain.

"You're taking it so well," Lottie decided to say, trying to be as contained as she could possibly manage when her cock was enveloped by the tightest heat she'd ever felt.

Even when she and Shauna spent their ruts together -- Shauna was tight but this . . .

Lottie and Shauna were not Omegas. This is what made the difference in sex -- they had a great sex life before, but Lottie wasn't sure they would have anything as great as this after.

"Hear that, little thing?" Shauna whispered in your ear, fingers tracing the outline of your lobe with pointed featheriness. "Takin' your other Alpha so perfect. You're making us proud."

Oh, you loved that. Both Alphas were rewarded with you clenching down and whining, muffled by your forehead dropping to bury into Shauna's shoulder as Lottie started moving her hips slowly.

"How's she feel, though? Good? Big?"

"Long," you shivered as Lottie's length started reaching parts of you that Shauna's didn't. "So fucking longh," you spit as Shauna jerked upwards and smirked at your strangled yelp.

"Perfect," the brunette purred, "because now that we've got our cocks in you, we're going to take you, knot you so fucking good until you can't speak, and breed you even better."

Your ears rang as the thrusts were started as a punishing pace; though Lottie's "punishing pace" was still far gentler than Shauna's at that moment. Everything was slick and wet, for even their pussies were still rubbing against you in this brutal, feral fucking the three of you found yourselves in.

"She's so goddamn tight, Lot," Shauna announced as her nose buried itself home into the bite mark she had made. "She smells like me -- like us -- she's perfect for us."

Lottie's breaths grew a little more uneven, her stature above you a lot less constrained the more Shauna spoke. She was trying to keep it together and you were grateful -- it was a lot, all of it was almost too much. The smells, the emotions, the pure sex of it.

"Yeah?" Lottie finally gets out, close to your head on the other side of your neck where the unbroken gland was. She nosed it and her eyes closed like she was enjoying a long beloved candle lit in her home. "Beautiful. Yes, Shauna."

Then she bit down just as Shauna struck -- her fingers finding the nub between moving bodies and giving it a harsh circle. It sent you careening over the edge for a third time, just as powerful and yelping out as it shook you.

You weren't all there anymore because by the time you were coming to, the base of her knot had become inflated and her movements had started growing relentless, struggling to get engorged part of her cock inside and keep her in.

Her mouth twitched as she jerked once, twice, three times and with a stretch that you'd feel for days after, worked her knot inside your cunt and bit down onto her mark for a second time just as she exploded inside of you.

Her orgasm was the catalyst for your forth, leaving with you no choice but to ride through the near-painful waves as she shot ropes of release into you, body shaking under you.

Lottie, meanwhile, was taking the endless pleasure you were getting as an opportunity to work her own knot into your ass, slower than Shauna, keeping her control on the tightest leash she possibly could.

As your orgasm shuddered away and you went limp, believing it to be over, she popped her own inside of you and she couldn't hold back the ugly noise that came out of her throat as her vision blurred.

One quick thrust, to her surprise, was all it took before she was orgasming inside of you and the startled moans from both girls beneath her led her to assuming you weren't finished with your orgasm, either.

The three of you fell into an exhausted heap as shockwaves were left to course their way through all of you. You were entirely filled to the brim and still, sometimes, a spurt would come out at the smallest jostle.

You couldn't help it -- you fell into the deepest sleep in your life.

It took three full days of similar events before, finally, the morning you next woke instead of being insanely horny you were insanely hungry.

Shauna was already awake looking exhausted and eyeing you suspiciously as she held out water to you. You inched forward and she inched back briefly for a moment, and you frowned. You reached out in this new mating bond and felt for her emotions.

You found a . . . hesitancy, and exhaustion.

"I don't want sex," you said, glancing at the forgotten cup of water in her hands. She slumped in relief as she handed it over and scooted back into your nest to curl around you again as though she weren't just trying to get away from you.

You'd be so fucking offended if her scent and touch wasn't so comforting right now. She nuzzled into your neck, silent and purring like an engine as Lottie remained absolutely lost to the world on your other side.

"Thank you," you said as she handed you strips of meat between sips of water. Her eyes were thoughtful and so, so soft. The Shauna from before the attic and your heat was gone, leaving behind an Alpha who was exposing a side of herself she seemed scared to show.

"You're a good Alpha," you told her as you ate the offered meal and drank your water.

"I--" she licked her lips and fiddled with the sleeves of her plaid shirt, nothing under it, "Lottie and I have only ever -- we've never been with Omegas. Betas, sometimes. I do not know how to take care of an Omega."

You blink in surprise at her. The ache in your bones was all moving to your heart at the admission in an instant. "Shauna." You cup her cheek, thumb drifting along the jawline you'd left bruises on. The bite mark you'd left on the other side of her neck, matching Lottie's on the opposite.

She leaned into your touch.

You smiled a little. "You took such good care of me, okay? I had no doubt of my safety with you and Lottie. I was protected and my needs were met."

"We -- we marked you. Your first heat." Her eyes were sad. "We took your choice away."

"No choice was taken, Alpha," you stated with firm reassurance. Sure, you were scared and you did not know what sort of future was ahead for you three when you got the hell out of this hellscape . . . but you knew Lottie and Shauna would be there. "I returned the marks, didn't I?"

Her forehead rested against yours, thumb running down yours as your hand was encased by hers.

"My clit hurts."

The bark of laughter that broke free from your chest woke Lottie, the other Alpha groaning in displeasure as Shauna's twinkling eyes met yours so sweetly.

"Please tell me we're out of heat mode," Lottie groaned. You pulled away from Shauna and turned around, leaning over to kiss your other Alpha's cheek.

"All better, Alpha," you murmured sweetly as she smiled up at you, gaze tired but affectionate as Shauna also scooted closer to join the two of you.

When you got redressed later that day after spending some quality time together, Jackie was the first to greet you despite how disgusting you apparently smelled.

Over your shoulder, the look she gave Shauna and Lottie when she realized your scent had changed to that of a mated Omega was nothing less than lethal.

[trippinsorrows]

dreamland: twisters

authors note: i can't remember or find which ask, but at some point, we discussed aroha interrupting roso's shower time. that inspired this lil oneshot.

hope you enjoy!

warnings: super light sexy time.

words: 3.2k

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“These damn kids are giving me all this gray hair.”

Solana looks over her shoulder to see her husband inspecting his salt and pepper beard in their bathroom mirror. 

Rolling her eyes, she walks over and hugs him from behind, kissing the back of his tatted shoulder. “Baby, you were starting to go gray when I married you.”

Something she's always loved about him and found attractive. One of many things she loves about him and still finds attractive.

At a truth he cannot deny, Roman instead opts for rationalization. “Yeah, well they’re not fucking helping.”

Giggling, she steps away to pull her shirt over her head. “Whatever you say, mi amor. Whatever you say.” Solana continues to remove her clothes until she’s left in nothing but skin, walking over to their massive walk-in shower, stepping in and twisting the knob to turn on the water. She plays around with the temperature as Roman also undresses, shortly joining her right as the temperature settles into her preferred number.

Turning around, she sees Roman hissing, bringing a small smile to her face. “All these years later, and you still like to damn near burn us.”

She giggles, reaching her arms up and around his neck. “And you’re still just as dramatic.” Connecting their lips for a kiss, Solana feels his hands moves down to her ass, pulling her against him, his flaccid penis pressed against her stomach. Breathing into his mouth, water drenching both of them, she whispers, “you know it’s been a couple days…”

He makes a sound, squeezing her ass. “Too long.”

Smiling against him, she reminds what he already knows, “all the kids are down for bed, too.”

“Hmm.” He hums, starting to back her against the closest wall, his finger trailing from her backside to her front, fingers ghosting over the short curls on her apex. “What should we do then?”

Solana gasps, eyes fluttering shut as she gently bites down on his bottom lip. “You tell me.”

Roman’s groan is followed up with him quickly turning her around, Solana’s mouth dropping open at being pressed against the shower wall, his strong, wet body pushed up behind her, the feel of his hardening dick on the small of her back.

“I have a couple ideas,” he murmurs, pressing open mouthed kisses on the back of her neck, trailing down her back, his hand moving to spread her thighs.

“Baby…” She moans, fingers scraping the wall. “Please.”

His deep voice chuckles, mouth atop her ass, hand spreading her cheeks. “Please what, sweetheart?”

She groans, forehead against the wall, the shower doors steamed all around them and not just from the humidity of the shower. 

“Roman—”

Her eyes begin to shut once more when three, hard, successive knocks completely pull both herself and her husband from the moment. “Mommy! Daddy!”

Solana turns around, Roman now standing up, his eyes shut from obvious irritation. 

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”

Solana clears her throat and manages the best normal tone one can achieve in that sort of situation. “What’s wrong, Roro?”

Another question versus an answer followed by the door being jiggled, hence why both Roman and Solana opted years ago to make sure that that damn bathroom door stays locked no matter what. “What are you guys, doing?”

“Nothing, now.” 

Solana casts a small glare to Roman’s back, his body now turned away from her, hands on the shower wall as he works to calm himself. 

“Baby, what do you need?”

Solana already has a good idea, but there’s a small part of her that’s hoping it’s not that, even though she knows exactly what that is. “Can I sleep with you?”

At that, Roman breaks his silence. “No, Roro, you’ve already slept with us twice this week.”

There’s an emphasis on the twice and understandably so. The parents have been working to help their youngest sleep in her own bed more nights than not, given a recent increase over the past few months of Aroha finding her way into their bedroom—and bed—in the middle of the night.

One of the methods to deter this has been limiting her sleeping with them to two nights a week, and as she’s already utilized both, her “freebies” are all gone. 

Not that she really cares about that.

“But, daddy—”

“No, Aroha.” Roman stands ten toes down, clearly dedicated to the agreement they all made and she was “okayish” with at the time. “Now, go to your room, and go back to bed. We’ll see you in the morning.” 

Naturally, Roro goes for her emergency line. “Mommy!”

Unfortunately, it’s a no-go, as both parents are on the same page. “You heard your daddy, Aroha. Go back to sleep, mija.”

An expected whine, protest, and stomp from outside the door followed by the sound disappearing altogether, signifying her departure. 

Roman still braced against the wall, Solana moves to stand behind and hug him. “You think we were too hard on her?” She feels him tense under her, prompting her to mumble a quiet ‘sorry.”

Poor choice of words.

He sighs. “She has to learn, babe. We don’t get this under control, she’ll be sleeping with us until she’s 10, and we can’t have that.” 

Solana is the one to sigh this time. He’s right. She knows he’s right. It’s just difficult, because all of their kids, sans Koa and Kai, have all gone through some phase like this, wanting to sleep with them. Especially the OG’s. But, that was often limited to when one parent was out of town, or Leya’s OCD was particularly bad. It’s also never been as frequent as it’s been with Aroha these past few months.  

They’re doing what’s necessary.

Dancing her fingers down his glistening back, Solana attempts to revive the mood. “I think…I think she’s gone now.”

Roman chuckles underneath her, prompting her smile to grow. 

If only it wasn’t temporary. 

“Roro, get out of our rooms!”

The sound of Kai yelling angrily pulls both mother and father from their attempt as husband and wife time. 

Solana shuts her eyes as Roman knocks his head against the wall. 

“I’m not in your room!" Aroha shouts back, mother and father practically able to see the the cave of her brows and scowl that’s 100% Roman. 

“Yes, you are!” Koa disputes, also something that can be visualized as an annoyed outburst through a closed door.

“No, I’m not!” Another staunch defense followed by an explanation. “I’m waiting for Tama!”

At that, Roman and Solana frown. What does she want with Tama?

Finally realizing and accepting the moment is long gone, Roman straightens, Solana backing away from him as he goes to shut off the shower. “Every fucking time…”

“Baby…” She warns, the two exiting their shared shower and drying off as much as possible before throwing their clothes back on, Roman the first to unlock and head out. 

She blows out a breath, not far behind him as they walk into the boys wing of the house to see Aroha standing in the middle of the hall, holding her "blankie" and stuffed bear, clearly upset. Koa and Kai stand in the doorway of their respective rooms that are right across from each other. 

Roman places his hands on his hips. “Aroha, what are you doing?”

She pouts, pointing to Koa but speaking of both. “They’re being mean to me!”

“No, we’re not,” Koa scoffs, looking over at his parents, pointing to his sister. “She’s bothering us.”

Aroha doesn’t skip a beat, protesting. “No, I’m not!”

“Yes, you are!” 

“Enough,” Roman’s deep voice travels the hall, silencing the three of them. A heavy sigh leaving him as he moves to kneel in front of a clearly upset Aroha. “Baby, what’s wrong?” His voice is lowered and softer, clearly recognizing what Solana is also seeing is more than just her wanting to sleep with them.

Aroha pouts, answering in a soft voice as she clutches her teddy bear. “I wanna sleep with Tama, but he’s in the bathroom.”

Solana frowns. “Still?” Her oldest son was in the shower about half an hour before she and Roman got in. “What’s he doing in there?”

At that, Koa and Kai snicker, muttering, “you don’t wanna know.”

Her frown deepens. 

What does that mean?

However, Roman remains focused on the issue at hand. “Why do you want to sleep with Tama?”

She starts to sniffle, signifying tears are coming. “He said he’d protect me from the twisties.” 

Now, Roman is frowning. “Twisties? What are twisties?”

She sniffles once more, pointing up, voice high and soft, “the things from the sky that suck people up and make them go bye bye.” Her explanation is both clarifying and confusing, as she shakes her head. “I don’t want them to come get me.”

It’s that last sentence along with her gaze dropping to the ground, face turning red that puts the last piece together. “You’re scared…”

One more sniffle followed by her face turning up into a frown, and then the waterworks. Roman quickly pulls her into his arms right as she begins to cry loudly. “It’s okay, baby,” he comforts, kissing her temple and walking her over to Solana. 

Aroha continues to sob as Solana takes her, also kissing and comforting her. She shoots her husband a glance, an unspoken, “I’ve got her,” as she turns to take their youngest to the master bedroom, clearly to get her settled. 

Roman waits until he hears the door close to turn around, jaw clenching and flexing as he looks at his two youngest sons. “You—” He points to Kai. “And you—” Then, Koa. “In the kitchen.”

Expected protests. “But, dad–”

“Now.” Roman’s tone leaves no room for protest as he moves down the hall, banging on Tama’s bathroom door. 

“What the he—”

“Get your ass downstairs in the kitchen now.” Another statement of finality. Roman then moves over to the girls wing of the house, banging on Lina’s door, waiting to hear her groans on the other end before he directs her. “Get up. Wake up Aria, and go to the kitchen.” 

Roman last hears the sound of his eldest daughter groaning and cursing before he heads toward the staircase when he sees Leya’s door open. 

She frowns, rubbing her eyes. “Daddy, what’s going on?”

Roman walks over and cups her face. “Nothing.” His voice is gentler, eyes softening. “Something I need to handle with your siblings. You didn’t do anything wrong, baby. Go back to sleep.”

Because if there’s one thing he knows for certain, it’s that if Leya was somehow involved, she was surely the one trying to talk her brothers and sisters out of it. She’s not complicit, therefore, she doesn’t need to be a part of this.

Leya, understandably, looks confused but simply nods with a quiet ‘okay,’ heading back to bed and closing the door behind her. 

Roman takes another deep breath before heading down the steps and into the kitchen where Koa and Kai sit around the island, irritated as all outdoors. 

“Fix your faces.”

They do so by turning away, clearly wanting the privacy to sulk in private. Roman blows out a breath, glancing at the time on the microwave. 

2:10.

His eyes shut. 

Of course.

But, a few minutes later, more footsteps followed by Aria, of course, complaining.

“Do you guys have any idea how disruptive this is to my sleep routine?” She complains, some kind of fucking sleeping eye mask sitting on her forehead. “It’s unforgivable.”

Roman bites back a smartass reply. His middle child is so damn dramatic.

Lina, however, rolls her eyes, completely ignoring Aria and straight up asks, “what is this about?”

Tama is also infestered. And, irritated. “Yeah, I was….busy.” 

Roman smartly decides to not comment on Tama’s statement. “Sit down,” he directs, offering no answer just yet. 

The remaining three do so, all five looking equally sleepy and annoyed but mostly curious to know just what has them all being summoned at such an ungodly hour.

Good.

Satisfied he has their attention, Roman gets straight to it. “Whose damn idea was it to let your sister watch Twister?” The irritation almost instantly shifts into shocked and nervous gazes, each suddenly avoiding eye contact. 

The minute Aroha started to describe the “twisties,” the Tribal Chief already knew what had happened and why they were in that damn situation in the first place.

“Now ya’ll suddenly don’t know how to speak?” Roman mocks, shaking his head, voice even. “I’m not gon’ ask again.”

It only takes him using that tone for the easiest of the bunch to break.

Samaria lifts her arm, pointing to the twins. “It was their idea!”

Koa and Kai look thoroughly surprised and irritated. “No, it wasn’t!” They gesture to Tama and Lina. “They said she could handle it!”

Busted, Tama lifts his hands almost defensively, pleading his case. “We thought she could!”

“She’s six,” Roman says, like it should be the easiest thing in the world, because it should be. “What the hell made ya’ll think she could handle a movie about fucking twisters?”

Lina groans, elbow on the table, chin in hand. “Daddy, she wouldn’t leave us alone.”

Tama nods. “Yeah, we kept trying to get her to go to her playroom, but she wanted to be around us.”

Roman pinches the bridge of his nose. “So then, you should have put something else on for her.”

Koa scowls. “What? Like Frozen?” 

“I don’t care if it’s fucking Melted, put it on for her.” Lord, these kids really are trying to send him to an early grave. “Ya’ll keep letting her watch shit she shouldn’t be watching, and then your mom and I have to deal with the repercussions, and I’m sick of it.” 

Because, this isn’t the first time this has happened. It was some other sort of disaster movie before this and a horror movie before that one. His older kids seem to think it’s okay to let the baby of the family watch these adult themed shows and movies and don’t care because most nights, Aroha isn't waking them up. She's seeking comfort from her parents. Hence, her wanting to sleep with them more than usual. 

And, he’s over it.

It seems his serious tone as well as the overall frustration radiating off his big body seems to start to penetrate the kids' incomprehension.

Samaria is the first to apologize, shoulders dropped, “sorry, dad.”

Sentiments echoed by the other kids, Lina speaking up and also taking accountability. “I guess we didn’t really think about that.”

Clearly. But, there’s less of a desire to further stress his point and more of a willingness to try to meet them halfway. “I know your sister can be a lot at times, but if she’s giving you a hard time, you need to tell me or your mom. Don’t just try to handle it on your own.”

Aroha may be his little girl, and he may be blind to some of her misbehavior at points, but Roman also knows how demanding and…difficult she can be with her siblings. He can just imagine her damn near obstinate and refusing to leave her brothers and sisters alone until they caved and let her watch these movies, not realizing the impact they’ll have on her later.

But also, that’s not really something he wants his other kids to have to deal with. One thing he and Solana have always been big on is never putting them in a position where they feel like they have to play parent. Any of the kids. OG’s, Samaria, or even Koa and Kai. 

Yes, naturally, some of the kids gravitate to one another. Like how Samaria likes to hang out with Lina or Aroha hangs on Tama a lot. However, there’s a difference between big brother and little sister or little sister shadowing big sister and that.

Roman and Solana would rather be on the verge of a stroke from all that stress than put that pressure onto his kids, because at the end of the day, he and Solana opted to have this big family. As parents, it’s their responsibility to be parents. They never want to do anything to take away from the kids just being kids.

So, he knows a conversation with Aroha will also need to take place regarding her understanding that she can’t always do what the big kids do. Plain and simple. 

“We won’t let her watch anything else inappropriate with us, dad.” Tama speaks up, Roman recognizing the shift in his demeanor. Less irritated. More understandable. Mature, almost. “Promise.”

“And, you guys need to stop being so mean to her,” Lina crosses her arms, looking over at her little brothers. “You know she’s sensitive.”

“Not our problem,” Koa mutters, groaning when Samaria pinches his arm. “Ow!”

“She’s just a little kid,” Samaria defends, looking around the island. “We all need to do better.”

“And, your mom and I are going to talk with her.” That’s a given. Even if Roman has to bite his pride and allow her to start having more playdates over at the house, then that’s just what needs to happen. 

Tama and Lina give him a nod, signifying understanding and appreciation. 

“Alright, ya’ll can go back to bed.” Sounds of appreciation for a different reason that only deepens when Roman adds on, “and don’t worry about school tomorrow. You can stay home.” 

Because it's been a long night and disturbing their sleep, then forcing them to get up to go to school all day seems unfair. One missed day of school won’t kill them. 

Cheers and “thank you, daddy!” from his daughters, especially Samaria, who says something about her sleep needs being “restored” as they all walk off one by one to head upstairs, back to bed. 

He does the same, returning to his master bedroom where he’s both relieved and unsurprised to find Solana still up, laying in bed, Aroha cuddled up next to her sound asleep, teddy bear beside her. 

Solana lays her eyes on him as she gently caresses their youngest forehead. “Well?”

Roman sits on the side of the bed, careful to not disturb Aroha, though something tells him she’ll be out for the rest of the night. “They let her watch Twister.”

Solana’s jaw drops. “What? Why—”

“I know, I know,” he cuts her off, gently, offering explanation. “I talked to them all though, and they know not to let watch her anything else inappropriate.” Solana looks slightly relieved by this, Roman reaching out to caress Aroha’s hand that rests on her mother’s chest, clutching almost. “But, baby, we gotta talk to her, too. She wants to do everything her brothers and sisters do—”

“But, she’s too little,” Soalna finishes, kissing Aroha’s bonnet covered head. “I know. I figured.” She nods. “We’ll do it tomorrow…keep her home?”

“Yeah,” he agrees. “I told the other ones they could stay home, too.” 

As expected, she offers no protest, chewing on her bottom lip. She speaks a minute later, voice almost tentative. “You ever wish we had another ki—”

“Don’t even say that shit, Sol.” While Roman looks borderline mortified at just the unfinished question, Solana simply giggles. “You say it, next thing you know, your ass ends up pregnant again.”

She rolls her eyes. “Pretty sure it doesn’t work that way, Ro.”

“It does for you.”

Solana shakes her head. “Don’t worry, my love. It was just a thought.” She watches as he climbs in the bed beside herself and Aroha. “We’re too old for that now. Our days of pregnancies are long over.” 

[sukunastoy]

Only Love Can Hurt Like This, Chapter 3 (CEO! Sukuna x Fem! Reader, MDNI)

⭐This is a redo of my story, Shameful Attraction. I've rewritten it as I originally wanted so long ago. I was trying to write it to appease people and once I let go of that and just started to enjoy the story for itself, the flow became a lot better. For those who read it before, there are major changes you'll notice. For those who haven't read it at all before, I hope you enjoy. <3⭐

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Modern age AU, no curses. Sukuna still has his tattoos, but his face ones are carefully hidden. This story is set in Japan, and I've done my best to impliment real life into it. For example, tattoos in Japan are still taboo, and people associate them with the yakuza, so its not normal to see everyday people have them. Though I know I won't have all the details of modern day life in Japan correct, I hope you still enjoy.

Pairings: CEO Sukuna x Fem Reader Content/Trigger Warnings: This story has a lot of abuse in it. Reader is in an abusive relationship with her fiance, Toji. There are several moments in the story that highlight this including, but not limited to, acts of violence and aggression towards reader, including name calling, shoving, punching, sexual assault, being manipulated, unwanted bondage and containment, food denial, being drugged etc. Reader is thin, not allowed to eat a lot per Toji's rules in regards to her weight. If she feels like she is gaining weight, she will make herself throw up after meals. Reader also struggles through depression though often hides it through masking, however there are ocassional thoughts of suicide when some scenarios are too extreme to cope with. She's scared to leave, assumes she could never get away, so just deals with it all as she doesn't know what else to do. Wordcount: 3.6k+ I hope you enjoy! <3

Thursday, 9:02 AM

Sukuna had you sit down at the dining room table, and you held your arms while starting out one of the nearby floor to ceiling windows. This penthouse was enormous. Though you tried not to be nosy and look around, you just couldn't help it. You longed for this type of life so much, hating how you threw it all away for a man who pretended to love you just so he could get his hooks dug deep into your skin, never letting you leave. You should have been in some luxorious place like this. Not that shithole apartment where the ceilings were too low, some of the windows were cracked, the neighbors were obnoxiously loud and half the time the plumbing seemed to fail. You tried not to blame your parents, but damn. Sure, you were still just a kid, but you wished they had fought harder for you. Maybe if they had been more involved in your life, you would have listened to them easier. You wish they would have just locked you up until you got over your teenage drama. Or had gotten Toji arrested for taking advantage of you.

Your phone pinged and you took it from your back, a heavy frown pulling the edges of your lips down. Speak of the devil. Though you had told Toji you'd be out here for the weekend, apparently that seemed to have slipped his mind. Cause he was demanding to know where you were. You're not surprised. He was probably too drunk last night, and had forgot all the plans you had told him. While arguing with him over text messaging, you didn't notice Sukuna come out from his room. Toji was already stressing you out, making you want to toss your phone across the room in anger. It wasn't until he started facetiming you that it made your anger turn into fear. It was easier to talk to him when you didn't have to see nor hear him.

"You need to take that?" Sukuna's low voice caught you off guard as he was now standing near you, getsuring towards your phone. You went to speak, but the words got caught in your throat as your eyes fell over his chest, unintentionally gliding down to his abs, your gaze tracing over the black lines painted over his tone, tanned skin. Holy shit, he was gorgeous, so fit and well maintained. Your phone ringing in your hand again knocked you out of your trance, and you stammered while pulling your eyes away and looking down to the screen.

Toji would make you show the room, you knew how this worked. And you were sitting in the dining room of this luxorious penthouse with a guy you didn't know who had his shirt unbuttoned and in full view of you. Fuck, he'd be convinced you were out here cheating on him. Your sides started to heave in panic as you looked around almost desperately, trying to find an area that could pass off as an office building somehow.

"I...I need to step outside." You quickly said, not sure what else to do. If you made Toji wait much longer, there'd be hell for you to pay. "Just step out onto the balcony." Sukuna gestured and you wasted no time to rush past him. Your shaking hand fumbled with the lock but you slid the door open quickly, nearly stumbling out of the threshold. You immediately turned your back from the door, trying to angle the city in the background as you answered the call, already knowing you were going to have to lie for half of this.

["H-Hey, sorry I was...was in an interview."] You nearly panted out, trying not to let your eyes flick around in worry. It was obvious this balcony was some rich persons relaxation area, not something that was professional. ["I don't give a fuck what you were doing. Why the hell did it take so long to answer? You know the rules."] Toji grumbled, throwing back a beer despite it being so early in the day. ["I know, but, I wasn't allowed to answer my phone inside. So I stepped out to the floor's balcony."] ["Oh yeah? What job is it?"] Oh shit. You wanted to glance away to think, to come up with a decent lie, but he'd catch that gesture. ["An assistant job, kinda like what I do now, but, a better paying one."] ["Mmhm. Whats the company?"] You swear your heart just stopped, not even sure how to reply. You were just trying to make shit up in the moment. ["I...I'm not sure, honestly. They were just, open for hiring and I walked in, not even paying attention to the details, just, trying to find something as soon as possible."] ["Why do you fucking lie to me?"] He scoffed while obviously trying to look at your background. ["I-I'm not, Toji I swear I'm not. I'm just trying to find anything I can."] ["Where the fuck are you? Show the area."] ["Toji, please I need to get back inside. If I keep them waiting they might-" ["And if you keep me waiting I'm going to beat your ass when you get home. I'm not asking, I'm fucking telling you to show me the area. You know why? Cause I don't fucking believe you. And if you were telling the truth, you'd easily do what you're told."] You heavily sighed, knowing you were getting in trouble no matter what. ["Toji, I don't have time for this, I have to go back in. I'm sorry."] You quickly said before hanging up. You didn't even want to begin to imagine what he was going to do to you when you got home. But if you did show the space, you knew the punishment would be even worse if he found out you were at some guys penthouse. Despite you not being here for ill intentions, he wouldn't care. Hell, Toji was the type who would come looking for this guy. 

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Sukuna glanced from the window in his kitchen, able to see her from where he was. She was clearly bothered by something, and he could only continue to assume it was cause of a miserable home life. Though she tried to keep some sort of composure, it faltered so easily. He turned his attention back to what he was doing, not really interested in the personal problems of others. Though he frowned to himself upon realizing he was preparing food for her. His eyes flicked back to her out the window for just a second. Even an idiot could see that she didn't get to eat a lot. Normally he would eat in his office, ordering some take out, but since he wasn't going in, might as well make something to eat here. An angered yell caught his attention, and he looked to the window while by the stove to see her prepared to throw her phone from the balcony. She gripped the device tightly in her hand, huffing while trying to restrain from taking her anger out on the phone. But alas, she shook it in her hand before letting it fall to the balcony floor instead. With her hands free, she gripped onto the balcony railing, slowly moving forward and back in an obvious display of self soothing as her head hung low. He could only begin to imagine the bullshit she put up with on the daily to cause her to be like this. Well, she wouldn't be the first woman he's entertained who had a shitty man at home. And he certainly didn't mind being the shoulder to cry on, or the dick to ride on.

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You stared up to the sky, face still sticky with your angered tears. Why was Toji such an asshole? He had to be such a pain in your life. Acting as if you weren't out here trying to find a job. Fuck. A fucking job. You still needed to resolve this major issue. You picked up your poor phone, just greatful you didn't actually chuck it from the balcony. Toji was the issue, not your phone. Though the thought of throwing it and letting it shatter on the ground below was a relieving idea, it would just make your day even worse. You casually went back inside, trying to quietly shut the door, embarassment starting to creep up through your chest. What a shitty morning. Sulking back to the dining room table, you sat down quietly, pretending as if you never left the spot. Unfortunately, thoughts of how Toji was going to beat your ass when you got home plagued your mind. He'd probably lock you in the crate for this. Since it was near the weekend, it could last for a couple days. Your lip quivered at the thought.  Honestly,  you'd rather just take a beating and get it over with. Being locked inside that crate for any amount of time was some of the worst torture he's ever come up with. It was beyond cramped, and dark, and you couldn't move or breathe. It just spiked your anxiety and panic and-

"I'm, sorry." You murmured, seeing Sukuna come from the kitchen towards you, snapping you out of the start of a spiral. He offered a soft rag and you looked up to him smiling weakly, slowly taking it from him. "Thanks. I'm so sorry, just, there are, family problems, someone is ill so, everyone is just so stressed out right now."

You laughed nervously, offering some stupid lie, hoping he'd accept it. Sukuna sat down at the table across from you, setting his coffee mug off to the side and resting his elbow on the table, chin atop his knuckles while he watched your whole body tremble as you stared down to the table blankly. "Does your man always talk to you like that?" He said bluntly, making your head snap up in attention. Yeah. He most likely heard some of that bullshit. How embarassing. How the hell were you supposed to answer that? "I'm sorry, I've completely ruined your morning." You said softly, eyes falling back to the table while hoping to dismiss this situation. You dabbed the soft rag to your eyes, trying to dry some of your tears. Watching you for a moment, Sukuna let a gentle smile come across his face while giving a small chuckle. "You didn't ruin it at all, pretty little thing." A gulp lodged in your throat at his charming voice and demeanor and your gaze went back to his in near desperation.  Pretty?  He said it again. However you felt far from pretty. With your frail body, shitty outfit and lack of shoes, you felt pretty pathetic more than anything.

"Just, please tell me what I can do for you, for the coffee mess." You pleaded, wanting to get this situation over with. There was already a plethora of other things you had to worry about. "Don't worry about it right now, we can finish that later, let me get you something to eat." Feeling your stomach gurgle at his words, you looked to him hopefully but tried to deny his offer, though, he obviously wasn't going to let you.

You weren't at the table for too much longer before a voice rang out through his home, nearly startling you before realizing it was the intercom. "Sir, I have returned with the items." Sukuna went to the intercom system on the wall and hit a button, allowing whoever that was to come up. You unknowlingly curled in on yourself, not sure why another man was coming up here. And with what items?

"Here, these should fit you." Sukuna said casually, stepping over to you after taking some boxes from the man you now recognized as his driver when he exited the elevator. "What should fit me?" you wondered curiously, but as a box was opened for you, it made sense. "C...clothes? I can't afford new clothes." You stammered, stepping back to show your rejection for the offer. "You're not paying for them. But, if you're going to run errands for me, you're going to look how I want you to. There's a few things you can choose from, just go change in my room." He said while pointing to a door down the hall.

You stood dumbfounded in the massive room, not even sure how a room of this size was possible. Your entire apartment could fit in here several times. His bed was triple the size of yours, and more of those large floor-to-ceiling windows adorned the walls, showing off the beautiful city. The windows were tinted to not let the room be filled with the exceptionally bright morning sun, and otherwise the lighting was calm and relaxing. His bed faced the wall of windows, and a huge rug extended from underneath the bed to across the room. There was a small area off to the side with seating, and shelves built into the walls full of books. Near that, was a small spiral staircase going up. As you walked towards the windows and looked up to where the stairs went, you could see it was an open area above. From the little bit that you could see, his closet was up there. It's own personal floor.

You couldn't help but wonder what it was like to be in one of those cliché romance scenes from one of your books, making love in the night with some guy you didn't know and able to see a view like this from the bedroom with no one really knowing what was happening behind simple glass. Secret, little romance fantasies.

Bad thoughts.

They were just bad thoughts constantly trying to plague your mind. You had a fiancé, whether you liked it or not. Sometimes your mind would try to imagine a life with someone else, someone who treated you properly and gave you what you needed or wanted. Or just a life where you got to explore and love freely without any restraints. And you hated it. Hated when your mind wandered like that. Because there was nothing you would ever be able to do to get away from Toji. It was easier to just accept that your life wasn't going to change.

You laid out the three outfits onto the bed, looking over them in awe. They were so pretty, and they felt so nice and soft. Who were you kidding, the felt expensive as hell. Honestly, when he said you would look how he wanted, you were afraid it would be some skimpy outfits for him to parade you around in. However, they were decently professional, if anything, they would make you look like you belonged in this city. Slipping off your clothes, you caught your reflection in a mirror nearby, and you immediately looked away in shame. Marks littered your skin, and your ribs stuck out farther than you had liked. Toji grabbed you too often, and fed you too little.

You slowly stepped out of Sukuna's room, feeling a little self concious in the outfit actually. You hadn't worn anything this nice since you still lived at home. Okay, there were a lot of things you hadn't experienced since you lived at home. And being in this penthouse was reminding you of all the luxuries you missed out on. You were born into wealth, and you literally threw it all away. You didn't see his driver anymore, and assumed he already left. Obviously Sukuna didn't seem like the type to keep company he didn't need. His driver did the job needed, then he was gone. Hopefully thats what would happen here. You could do the errands he needed you to, then you could move on.  Taking a seat at the table again, you were a little surprised to find a nice hot cup of tea there waiting for you. Of course, you stared at it like it was fake or going to throw itself at you. Did he prepare this for you? Should you drink it?  Whenever Toji's friends came over, they always made you things to drink and you felt like shit afterwards. You knew Toji liked drugs, and it was so obvious that he'd drug you from time to time so he could use you how he wanted without you trying to fight back. 

Obviously, you never knew the true intentions of him drugging you.

But, this guy wasn't Toji. At least, he didn't do anything to act like Toji in the slightest. You were still somewhat scared of him though. Those tattoos were confusing the hell out of you. At least, when he had his shirt on fully, you couldn't see any of them. So maybe it was for a different reason? Usually the Yakuza had full intentions of showing off their tattoos. You dare not ask though, just pretend it's something you didn't see. 

Hot tea sounded so good though...

You slowly sipped it, almost whimpering at the warmth that flowed down into your stomach from the soothing flavor. And then, the smell of food hit you. Discreetly licking your lips as you watched Sukuna come from the kitchen with dishes in his hands, you weren't sure if you were drooling or not at this point.

As he sat the last dish down and seated himself across from you, you stared at all the food in awe. To be honest it was more than you had in a very long time.

"This...is a lot." you breathlessly whispered in excitement, setting your tea down and trying to decide what to eat first. Eyes watched you from across the table, waiting for you to start eating, but noticed you sat patiently as if waiting for something yourself. At home, you never touched any food before Toji did, you had to wait til he said you could start eating. It was just habit at this point to wait for someone else to begin.

"(Y/N), you don't have to wait for me to start eating." The man across from you said, and you quickly broke your frozen stance. A soft chuckle came from Sukuna after seeing you eagerly  go after something with haste, almost as if watching a starving dog react to a bowl of food set in front of it for the first time in weeks.

Pulling the end of the chopsticks out of your mouth while finishing chewing, your gaze aimlessly stared onto the table. It was...calm, and quiet. Apart from the city noises outside of the early morning rushes, it was just so relaxing. No fighting, no phone constantly ringing from debt collectors looking for you. But, you almost felt afraid. Being able to enjoy a more relaxing environment while sitting with another man alone in his apartment while you ate the food he made seemed wrong on a certain level.

Toji would lose his shit if he ever found out about this.

"So, I assume running a few errands shouldn't be a problem. You can pick up some things for me and drop a couple things off." Sukuna said at one point, and you nodded along in agreement. It didn't seem too difficult, nothing you weren't already used to. He explained where you would be going, and what you would be doing, and honestly you couldn't deny that you enjoyed listening to his voice.  Hearing a man talk to you in a way that wasn't so harsh was such a relief. Not only that, but he just fed you breakfast. Toji hadn't prepared food for you in years, and even when he did, it didn't tast this good.  You've gotten better treatment in just these last couple hours than you had in the last seven years with Toji, and it was almost heartbreaking to think about...

This one isn't as long because it's broken up. Originally this chapter was gonna be almost 8k words and I didn't want a really long chapter so I decided to just make two shorter ones instead. I hope you enjoyed!

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