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Like my father pt 2 {burb}

Sirius x Potter!Reader

An: Already writing part 3. This can also be read as a solo.

CW: Amos Diggory slander, not proof read, use of y/n, bad dates, just cheesy fluff,

Summary: Reader has a bad date and Sirius comes to the rescue

Wc: 2451

Part one Part two

“I genuinely can't believe you let her walk out that door with him.” James groaned from the love seat where Lily had found a perch in his lap.

It was just a few months after your graduation when you informed your family and co. that you were seeing someone. Someone four years older, Amos Diggory. James protested, Sirius protested, even your mother did. Didn't stop you from accepting his date invitation. Nor did it stop you from leaving to go out to eat with him either.

Lily rolled her eyes, gently nudging James with her elbow. “Oh, come off it, James. She’s not a child anymore. She can handle herself.”

Sirius ran a hand through his hair, every part of him was tense, despite how he played it cool. “Drop it, mate.”

James sat up straighter, glaring at Sirius with indignation. “Drop it? Are you serious? She’s going out with a guy who’s practically an adult! What if he tries something? You know how boys are at that age!”

“Yeah, he's one of them.” Remus muttered and took a sip of his tea, earning a smack from Sirius.

“Stop talking like she isn't old enough to make her own choices.” Sirius huffed, crossing his arms defensively. “She was bound to start dating eventually.”

“Sure, but that doesn’t mean I can’t worry! I mean.” James pointed at Sirius and then back at himself. “He's older than us. I don't like it.”

“Maybe he is, but she’s not going to be alone with him in a dark alley, James. They’re going to a restaurant,” Remus chimed in, giving an amused sigh. “Let her live a bit.”

“This conversation isn't happening again.” Lily groaned as she stood up, grabbing James by his hand. “We're going to bed.”

James looked up at Lily and squeezed her hand with an affectionate, hell, lovesick look. “Yes ma'am.”

“Whipped.” Sirius huffed and Remus gave him a look.

“Goodnight all.” James waved before he pointed at Sirius with a glare. “You're gonna lose her, mate. Get your shit together.”

Sirius flipped him off before he sunk back into his bed. Sighing threw his nose and sank into the couch.

“You can't ignore it forever, Sirius.” Remus muttered and Sirius gave a scoff.

“Oh, but I can. And I will. She trusts me, she likes me, she thinks I'm just the greatest. I'm okay with that.” Sirius sighed and Remus gave a huff.

“Sirius, if she likes this guy-”

“Then I'll be happy for her.” He interrupted and ran his fingers a bit more purposefully through his hair. “She'll find someone worth her time.”

“Ugh. Is this how it felt talking to me?” Remus mumbled and Sirius rolled his eyes.

“I'm nothing, Remus. I don't have a damn thing to offer her. Not even my name means more than hers.”

Remus frowned. “That’s not true, and you know it. You’re a good guy, and you care about her. That counts for something. She wouldn't care about anything else.”

“Yeah, but it’s not enough,” Sirius grumbled, his voice laced with frustration. “I’m just her brother’s best friend. Some couch surfer her parents pitied. I’m not what she needs. Not when she could have someone like Amos. He’s got it all; looks, charm, and a future ahead of him. What do I have? A knack for getting into trouble and a penchant for living on the edge?”

“Sirius,” Remus interjected firmly, leaning forward. “You know she doesn't think like that. You haven't even given her the choice.”

“But she so often picks the wrong one.” He groaned and Remus shook his head.

“Just think about it, mate. I'm going to bed, you coming?”

“No I uhm…” Sirius glanced at the window and bit his cheek. “Think ima stay up for her. You know, to lock up after her.”

Remus slowly smiled and nodded, dismissing himself.

~~~

Sirius was shocked awake by the sound of the house phone ringing. He hissed and rubbed his eyes, having fallen asleep on the couch.

He groaned, the muffled ringing echoing through the house as he squinted at the clock on the wall. It was well past nine, when you should have been home. Who in their right mind was calling this late? He internally nagged himself for not being awake to welcome you home.

Reluctantly, he pushed himself up from the couch, his body stiff from the awkward position he had been in. As he shuffled toward the kitchen, he could hear the phone ringing again, the sound almost piercing his ears. He reached the phone just as it stopped, but before he could breathe a sigh of relief, it started ringing again.

“Ugh, bloody hell.” He muttered, picking up the receiver a bit more aggressively then needed. “Potter residence, what-”

“Sirius? Is that you?”

At the sound of your voice he almost toppled over. “Bambi? The hell? What are you still doing out?”

“Uhm.. dinner ran a bit later than I thought.” You whispered and you began to ring your fingers through the cord. “Would it.. would it be too much to ask you to come pick me up?”

Sirius thought about what you were asking for a moment, you didn't exactly sound thrilled to be there.

Not that he had to think about his answer for too long.

“Of course, bambi. Just stay put, yeah?”

“Okay, I’ll be here.” You sounded relieved, and Sirius could picture you visibly relaxing on the other end of the line.

He hung up the phone and quickly grabbed his jacket from the back of the couch, his mind racing with questions.

Sirius slipped on his shoes and headed for the door, he paused and quickly grabbed a pair of your sneakers before hurrying out.

It wasn't long before he got to the restaurant. Walking at night wasn't Sirius’s idea of fun, but the idea of you sounding so nervous and scared, he didn't even realize how fast he was moving. Some fancy place he was sure you'd never be found dead in. Even with your family’s status, you'd more often than not be found in diners.

He walked in, standing awkwardly at the waiting area. He peeked over the hostess stand, looking around the restraint curiously, only able to spot Amos sitting at a table alone. He furrowed his brow, before he felt a tug at his sleeve.

Turning around to see you, smiling up at him. The same smile you shot him when you headed out earlier tonight.

“Hey, little bug, what's going on?” His entire demeanor turned soft, and your smile faltered just a moment.

“I just wanna go home.” You whispered softly and Sirius took a glance back at the table, able to see Diggory looking around curiously.

He nodded and wrapped his arm around your waist, escorting you out of the restaurant to the grand stairs that lead to the sidewalk. He pointed down to the last few steps. “Sit.”

You huffed but did as you were told. Watching as he kneeled in front of you and took off your heels, replacing them with your sneakers.

You hugged yourself, the noodle strap dress doing very little to cut the cold. “Thank you, Siri…”

He sighed a bit at the nickname, standing up and taking your hand to help you up. “Did you call me all the way out here to ditch some boy?”

“Merlin, Siri, he's such a git.” You hissed and looped your arm around his. Clinging to what little warmth he gave off, as he began to lead you home.

Sirius raised an eyebrow, a mix of concern and curiosity flooding his thoughts. “What do you mean? What happened?”

You leaned into him a bit more, seeking comfort from the chill in the air and the whirlwind of emotions from the evening. Not used to the more casual treatment from men. Usually, being James Potter’s sister was a reminder enough for men to go above and beyond for your attention.

Given your brother was the boy who would dedicate his Quidditch Cup wins to his girlfriend or declare his love with obnoxious displays. Of course, {Y/N} Potter wouldn't entertain anything less. Seems Amos figured a pretty face was enough. “It started off fine, but then he just… I don’t know, he got too flirty and it felt really off. I thought I could handle it, but he just kept pushing. I felt uncomfortable, and I didn't want to make a scene.”

“Flirty how?” Sirius asked, keeping his voice low and steady, trying to gauge how serious the situation was. Debating on if it was worth running back in.

“He kept talking about how pretty I looked and how lucky he was to be with me.” You explained, your voice barely above a whisper. “At first, it was nice. I mean, you know I like being flattered.”

“What? No. I would have never guessed.” Sirius mocked and you hit his side with a huff.

“Shut up!” You laughed lightly, but the tension in your voice betrayed your discomfort. “But then he started getting too personal, asking if I was a good kisser and if I wanted to go back to his place after dinner. It just felt… wrong.”

Sirius felt a surge of anger course through him, and he tightened his grip on your arm as you walked together. “Did you tell him to back off?”

You nodded, looking down at your feet. “I did, but he just brushed it off and laughed. I didn’t want to cause a scene, so I just made up an excuse about needing to call you. It was the only way I could get out of there.”

“Good thinking.” He praised, his voice softening. “You did the right thing. You don’t have to put up with that kind of behavior from anyone, no matter how charming they might seem.”

You looked up at him, slowly your bottom lip began to quiver and he gave a surprised and panicked look. Before his expression slowly turned soft. “Oh, bambi.”

“I didn't like it.” You whispered, quickly lifting your free hand to dry your gathering tears. “It was my first date and I hated it.”

“Hey, hey.” He whispered and stopped walking. Lifting his hand to shoo away your own, using his thumb to dry your tears. “Hey, none of that, it wasn't your fault.”

“He was so gross.” You whined out and he tutted, pulling away as you took a shaky breath. “And his cologne smells awful.”

Sirius gave a startled chuckle and you slowly smiled up at him. “Smelt like a mix of cheap aftershave and desperation.” You added, a hint of laughter breaking through your earlier distress. He gave a louder laugh as he began to lead you back down the street.

“How cruel of you.” He chuckled and you shook your head, giving a small sniff. “How cruel of me? How cruel of him! I had to smell it all night, I'm the victim here.”

Sirius couldn’t help but smile at your determination to find humor in the situation despite how upset you had been moments earlier. “You’re absolutely right.”

You giggled, the sound warming Sirius’s heart. It was nice to see you lightening up, even if just a little. “I mean, really, if you’re going to wear something that strong, at least make sure it doesn’t smell like it came from the bargain bin. My dad has better smelling cologne and he actually gets it from the bargain bin.”

He shook his head. “Do you even know cologne? Is that even on your radar?”

“Well, no but.. I like my dads. And yours.” You hummed and leaned in closer, taking a small whiff of him before you scrunched up your nose. “Not this one. The green bottle.”

Sirius raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk creeping onto his face. “The one I wore at Hogwarts?”

You laughed, your tension easing. “Definitely. It smells way better than what that git was wearing. You’d have all the ladies swooning.”

“Ah, but I’m not trying to swoon anyone tonight.” He hummed, his tone suddenly more serious as he looked down at you. “I’m just focused on getting you home safe.”

You met his gaze, a mix of gratitude and warmth filling your chest. “I appreciate that, Sirius. It means a lot to me.”

“Course. Next time you need a date, you just let me know, and I’ll screen them first,” Sirius offered, half-joking but also completely serious. “I’ll make sure they meet the ‘Sirius Standard.’”

You laughed. “The Sirius Standard? Oh please, I know how you treat your girls.”

“Not my girls. They aren't my girls.” He chuckled and you rolled your eyes.

“You don't have girls anymore? You've changed, Black.”

“Who needs girls when I got you to look after? Too much work if you ask me.” He huffed and you slowly smiled, fiddling with the threads of his warn jacket.

You guys eased into a calm silence. It wasn't long until you were home, and he was lifting up his keys and kneeling down to take off your shoe. You gave a sleepy yawn, looking down as he stood infront of you.

He did a double take, noticing how you chewed your lip.

“What's on your mind, bambi?”

“Just.. boys. Is it weird, Siri? That I haven't dated yet?”

“What? Doll, is that why you went out with him?”

“... maybe. Just.. James got to me the other day. I haven't dated anyone, that can't be normal.”

He cooed and walked over to you, “It's not, but it's special. You know what you want. That's a good thing.”

You looked up at him, your expression thoughtful. “You really think so?”

“Absolutely.” He affirmed confidently. “You’re not going to settle for just anyone. You’ll wait for someone who makes you feel safe and happy. That’s way more important than just dating for the sake of it.”

You smiled softly. “Thanks, Sirius. You always know how to make me feel better.”

“That's my job, isn't it?” He grinned back at you, before lifting up his arms. “Come ‘er.”

You giggled and hurried over to him, slipping your arms around his waist and nuzzling your face into his chest. He wrapped his arms around you and held you close, giving you a tender kiss on your forehead.

“Don't go rushing into things, bams. You've got a lot of years to find someone.” He whispered against your hair and you absolutely melted into him. Not noticing as the stairs from the second floor creaked and James peaked down to look at Sirius. Giving him a smile and hurrying back upstairs.

“Siri?”

“Yeah?”

“Can we watch a movie tonight?”

“Is it Grease?”

“... maybe.”

[r11k4]

MyAngel~

• caption; you were just a simple nun woman, who always loved and worked for the church, for your God, but the demons have been haunting you for too long, the worst one was only one… he became more evil when he discovered that the priest, Deku, was starting to have feelings for you… at that moment, the demon, could not see anymore from the fury and had killed everyone… except you, his beautiful angel… he would have taken you with him to the underworld whether you liked it or not… you belonged to him now.

• warnings; 18+ sexual and explicit content! (if you are not comfortable with these topics, please do not interact!) Demon! Bakugou that he has a huge dick!, size kink, loss of virginity, possessive and jealous behavior!, almost breeding kink and pregnancy! talks about sins! manipulation! and especially… English it not my first language so, sorry for grammatical errors! I hope you enjoy!

happyHalloween<3

How long had it been since I started being part of this religious world?

I have no idea, to tell the truth I have always been forced to be part of the church, for goodness sake... I didn't mind this at all, but there were really nights when I really couldn't rest at all, there was something wrong, there was someone who tormented me…

especially one day…

like every Wednesday, in church, some beloved children always came to play, I was one of the most requested and adored nuns, and I was very happy to be able to look after them, if it hadn't been for a very strange child...

“He will come for you” he said whispering, I turn around and ask;

“Sorry sweetie… what did you say?”

“I said, he will come for you” after this, I start to do a nervous laugh, thinking maybe he was playing… maybe do a prank something like that…

“What do you mean sweetie? Who’s gonna take me?” I said whispering and he run away…

In the night, after the children were gone, as I walk into my room in the church, turning on the light, I see that little boy sitting in the corner again… and then, he say;

“He will come for you… he will come for you… he will…” after that, I grabbed his face telling him almost screaming;

“stop this game! you're scaring me! Who’s gonna take me!” I said this almost crying, and he said whispering;

“demon… he is here… right behind you”

I turn slowly, and I don't see anyone, I smile in relief to turn towards the child but he was gone, in his place, there was a huge figure, with a strong, toned body, powerful wings and horns, ruby-colored eyes that scrutinized my soul and with his gigantic hand he grabs me by the neck making me lift up and crush me against the wall, and finally I hear a voice, hoarse that said to me;

"do you think it's a game honey? Hasn't this shitty church ever taught you not to play with demons? I warned you but… you didn’t listen… I’m little disappointed…”

“What do you want from me?” I said whispering, and after that… he said;

“just you”

at some point, I wake up, all sweaty, another nightmare… again…

I tried many times to find a solution, but no one could help me... so I decided to go to confession, a dear friend of mine, Izuku, who had recently become a priest but already had a strong potential…

I always loved his adorable character, he was always positive and smiling with everyone passing by, but when I started telling him about everything I was going through… Izuku wasn't happy, no smiles, no sweet words, nothing at all… he was upset, just like me.

“sorry to ask you this… but have you witnessed or performed an exorcism?”

Wait… what… exorcism?

…

Maybe…

…

“NOO!” I say as I try to get a chained woman to stay in bed, I still remember her appearance, full of bruises, burns… covered in blood… such a heavy and annoying smell…

“you're cute darling… really sexy, are you looking for some cock bunny?” says the woman, now possessed, takes my hand and licks my face, when a priest pushes me away and starts praying, I remained scared with my eyes half open…

“Tell us your name demon!”

“shut up you son of a bitch! I will never tell you my name! I will kill all of you and take that nice doll…”

“Are you scared demon?” He said the father with the Bible, and the demon laughs and respond;

“Bakugou, fucking cunt”

after that… the woman's body no longer moves, the priest checks more closely, and half-closes his eyes and looks at me, then says; "she's dead... she had a demon too strong inside her, may this poor woman rest in peace..."

“well… yes I witnessed an exorcism, but it didn't end well…”

“what was the name of the demon? do you remember?”

“His name… was Bakugou sir” After I said this, Izuku instinctively stood up and began to pray, then turned to me worriedly;

“my dear sister, you have put yourself against one of the devil's sons… you are in danger… you should be stay with me for a while…”

“Please father… you would help me right? there must be a way…” i said this almost cry, I was literally scarred.

“There’s one way… but you will not like it… trust me when I said this”

After he said this, things started to fall, many paintings were torn to pieces and the various lights suddenly went out, only the candle that Izuku was holding remained lit, at a certain point a hoarse voice was heard whispering;

“what the fuck do you think you're doing you shitty priest? you will not take her away from me”

Izuku takes my arm, putting me behind him so he could protect me, and with a crucifix in his hand he started to point it at him and pray, but the demon looked at that pathetic scene and smirked with a laugh…

“Stay away from her demon!”

“you fucking exorcists haven't changed at all... especially you asshole…” he said, then threw him against the wall, so as to move him in front of me, I put my hand over my mouth, watching Izuku pass out on the floor, the blood slowly flowing from his head and then ending up on his forehead and chin…

“run bunny…” I didn't have to be told twice, I started running aimlessly, hoping I could find a way out but every time I always came back to the same place... as if it were an infinite loop... I was starting to seriously go crazy…

At one point, I found myself hiding in a rather isolated warehouse inside the church, I hid in the middle of the darkness, my heart was beating fast, my blood was running cold, my hands were shaking holding my cross-shaped necklace, while in my head I was praying.

deluded…

“where are you my angel? come out… I don’t bite…” he said with soft voice, but I know deep down that he was lying.

I start to crying softly, I was literally panicking, I will…

I will… gonna die?

“Don’t make me angry, angel face… you know what’s gonna happen if you don’t come out now…”

in tears I begin to pray, trembling, I close my eyes hoping that this hell would end, when at a certain point I feel a deathly silence, I no longer hear footsteps, I no longer hear sighs, nothing, total emptiness… I slowly open my eyes, come out of my hiding place, and slowly check if there were any traces of the demon, I head towards the room, where Izuku's corpse was, I take his Bible with his holy cross, I check behind me and still there was no one there…

maybe the demon was gone? was it all over like that? Impossible… that bastard is probably planning something, he's playing with me…

I walk again towards the various rooms of the church, trying to find a secondary exit, when I finally find it, I take a breath of relief and with slow steps I approach... I was about to touch the handle when I feel the air missing, I could no longer breathe…

“stupid bunny”

he says whispering in my ear while with his powers he suffocates me and throws me to the ground, almost wanting to split my head, with all the strength I had left, I take the holy cross and point it at him, in response the demon laughs with a hoarse voice…

“you people in the church are really old fashioned… do you really think you can stop me with that shit?”

after this, he snatches it from my hands and throws it across the room, he kneels in front of me to be on my level, I walk away ending up crashing into the wall…

“No please… I beg you” I say with tears

“Shh silence” I start to tremble, while the demon is above me, he gently caresses my head and then lowers my veil and shows my hair and smells me, inhaling my perfume…

“You smell so good… so fucking delicious…” he says, moving a lock of my hair and placing it behind my ear, while also giving it a light bite on the lobe without hurting me…

“stop please… let me go… I will not tell anyone about this…” I say again

“shh shh I said. Silence” he says looking me in the eyes.

“Why me?” I said whispering… and then the demon said;

“I have seen so many women, so many useless sluts... but you... you have aroused my interest…”

“if you're good... I'll make this moment feels good... don't make me violent, you won't like it doll face…”

“and then will you let me go…?” I say whispering and then he grabs my neck almost strangling me but I was still able to get air out of my lungs;

“You are fucking mine, you gonna stay with me bunny, put it in your head…”

“You gonna take my child… my heir… my beautiful future wife… my queen” demon says while caressing my cheek also wiping away a tear that runs down my cheek…

I feel his hand move up my leg, ending up under my skirt and getting closer to my privates, he moves my panties to the side to have free access and he smirks feeling how wet and excited I was…

“you poor bunny, pretend you don't like all this… but I see your pussy doesn't agree... I see she likes it… I didn't think nuns told lies... your God will be disappointed in you” I try to hold back my moans, looking away… I didn't care anymore... my fate was sealed...

“Open this legs” he said, slowly I did it and then he positioned better between them and takes off his pants, to take out his dick… I was shocked, he was huge.

“Do you like what you see Mh?”

“please I’m virgin… I haven’t do this… please, I-i you can’t do this with that!”

“Like I said before… if you're good... I'll make this moment good... don't make me violent… just be obedient”

…

“Be good for me angel… this night will be very long… so prepare yourself…”

[pedropascallme]

☆Kinktober 2024☆

Day 23: Shibari

Pairing: Damien Haas x f!Reader

Warnings: SMUT (18+ MINORS DNI!!!!) shibari/kinbaku, bdsm/bondage, softdom!Damien because I said so, oral sex (m receiving), a bit of dacryphilia, dirty talk, praise, some degradation, cum play, if I missed anything please let me know!

AN: As we conclude kinktober 2024, I figured it was only fair to make good on my promise, so here is the Damien shibari fic you have all been waiting for <3

The rope was tight, but the pressure was snug, almost comfortable, as you knelt in the unfamiliar position.

You couldn’t move; your hands were bound behind your back in a manner that ensured they stayed between your calves; legs tied at the ankles, the rope hooking over your knees to keep you kneeling on the bed. Another rope had been box-tied around your chest, framing your breasts with an unyielding weight that, if you breathed too deeply, made you feel trapped—but it wasn’t at all unwelcome.

You had been curious, and Damien had been a willing participant—a keen teacher.

When you’d gotten invested in the concept, the pretty red rope you had glanced at once or twice without buying; looking at the patterns people were tied into; bodies contorting in strange and erotic ways, you bit the bullet.

“Want you to tie me up like—” you had scrolled for a picture, raising your phone to his face. “Like this.”

He swallowed his coffee the wrong way, and turned to cough, spluttering in response to your question.

“Really?” He collected himself, looking at you with wide eyes and a furrowed brow. “I don’t—I mean, yeah, no, I can—are you sure?” He looked amused, but it didn’t hide the excitement in his voice. “I don’t want you to be, like—if the rope makes you uncomfortable…”

“Damien,” you’d purred, wrapping your arms around his neck, whispering against his cheek, “Please.”

He grinned, then, nodding.

“Okay,” he agreed. “Yeah.”

Damien had spent so long on the knots that you’d almost fallen asleep. But the result was too high in quality to go unnoticed.

You felt pretty, bound for him in the surprisingly strong linen rope. The knots made patterns over your body, and his hands brushed over them, watching the texture indent your skin as he admired his handywork.

“Good with your hands.” You closed your eyes, appreciating his touch as he trailed his palms over your sides.

“Don’t I know it.” Damien hummed, tugging at one of the knots to see if it would come undone.

It didn’t. He smiled.

“You feel alright?” He met your gaze, “Not uncomfortable…?”

“I’m…” you searched for the proper words, “Do I look pretty?” You smiled softly, eyes pleading.

“Always,” he grinned, “You’re beautiful.”

“Even tied up like this?” You pressed.

“Especially tied up like this,” he huffed a brief laugh, raking his eyes over your form. He dipped his face down, kissing you gently. “You want me to untie you?”

You chewed the inside of your cheek, thinking.

On the one hand, you’d gotten what you wanted; he’d tied you up and showed you how it felt, how it looked to be confined within the thin strands of rope.

You’d never said you wanted it to be sexual.

…You figured it was just implied.

“Hey,” you must’ve made a face, pouted or huffed in a way that caught his attention, because he called your name to snap you back to attention. “I’m gonna untie you, princess.” He smiled, the apples of his cheeks a faded pink.

“No—” You jerked your shoulder back abruptly, and Damien raised his hands in surprise. “I mean—no, I don’t…”

You looked up at him hesitantly, almost embarrassed to be enjoying yourself despite the mutual satisfaction you knew you were both getting out of this.

He leaned forward, cupping your face and rubbing his thumb over your cheek.

“What?” His voice was quiet, but the gentle nature of his tone did nothing to hide his exhilaration. “You wanna stay like this?” He leaned in, brushing his lips to yours as he spoke. “You like being tied up for me?”

You breathed, almost a gasp, at the sudden shift in his approach to you.

It wasn’t as if you were foreign to his ability to switch on a dime, go from smiling and giggly to suddenly domineering; but it was different when your limbs were tied together, and the power imbalance was completely skewed in his favor.

You liked it.   

“Yeah…” You whimpered, hoping a verbal response would be all it took to convince him to press his lips to yours for a real kiss, rather than just the ghost of one.

“So, what should we do?” He smirked, “Can’t fuck you with your legs closed like that. I could untie your ankles…”

“No, don’t—don’t,” you whined, dead set on staying completely restricted. “Just want…kiss me. Please? And…touch me.”

Damien was on you as soon as you finished your sentence, waiting for the moment you told him what you needed so that he could give it to you.

He caught you in a deep kiss, poking his tongue through your lips and swallowing the excited moans that fell from you. You writhed in your constraints, and he grabbed at your skin, avoiding the knots that covered you in favor of the soft flesh beneath it.

He pulled back from your lips, placing his hands on your tits and squeezing sharply. The stimulation made you cry out for him; your skin, sensitive from the way the rope pinched you, was only further overwhelmed by the way he dug his fingers into you, kneading your breasts. He wrapped his lips around your nipple, sucking over the bud and smiling against your skin.

“D—fuck,” you tried to reach up, desperate to touch him while he licked stripes over your chest, but you quickly remembered that the rope completely hindered your ability to do so. “Fuck!”

He scraped his teeth over your nipple before moving to the other one.

“Let me—please, let me—fuck my face.” You were panting, need laced through your body like the rope that wound around you, and you wanted to taste him.

Damien groaned against your chest, nipping the plush skin before raising his face to match your line of sight.

“Yeah?” He kept his hands on you, caressing your sides.

“Yeah…” You whimpered, “Please, Damien.”

“Fuck,” he undid his fly, pulling himself from his boxers. “Come—” he held your shoulders, manipulating your trapped body to lean you forward.

He hesitated.

“Can I…” He looked confused, “Would you feel alright lying on your side? Like—you can stay…you know, but it’s easier to—”

“Do what you want,” you smiled at him, “Anything. Any way.”

He let out a long breath, thrilled by your words. The glint of lust in his eye brightened.

He moved you, carefully, onto your side, letting you acclimate yourself to the position. The rope twisted against your skin, and your thighs ached, but it was a satisfying feeling all the same.

“Gonna be gentle.” He brushed a strand of hair from your face.

“Don’t even think about it.” You smirked, unabashed by your interest in having him wreck you.

Damien grinned. “Can’t say I didn’t try.”

“Mm.” You rolled your eyes before looking up at him and opening your mouth.

He hummed, pressing his thumb to your tongue when you stuck it out over your bottom lip.

“What do you say?” He finally gave into the unholy urge, wrapping his other hand around his cock.

“Pl—e,” your soft whimper of was deadened by the thumb he still had pressed to your tongue.

“Good girl,” he praised, removing his hand from your mouth, and stroking your cheek. “Keep your mouth open.”

You did as you were told, letting out a soft gasp when he slapped the head of his cock onto your tongue.

“That’s it.” He swiped the tip over you.

You moved your neck forward, trying to bob your head over his cock, but he grabbed the rope that went around your back and tugged, halting your attempts.

“Be patient, baby,” he muttered, focused on the way your tongue felt on him and the way the rope strained under his hands, “Just a little longer.”

You whined but acquiesced nevertheless; he’d give you what you wanted, you just had to let him draw it out first.

“Open wide.” He finally tired of teasing, pressing his thumb to your jaw and applying minimal pressure to coax your mouth open wider.

He pushed into you with a moan, watching the way you instantly hollowed your cheeks and pressed your lips over his length, trying to take him further.

“Fucking—yeah,” Damien’s eyes fluttered shut momentarily before he forced them back open, eager to watch you. “So fucking pretty. You look so pretty tied up for me like this.”

You looked up at him, aware of but not caring about the drool that puddled near the corner of your lips as you moved over his cock. You whimpered around him as if you were trying to speak, and he pulled back.

“What?” The rise and fall of his chest was so intoxicating from the angle you were in, curled up beneath him. “Too much?”

“More.” You licked your lips, chasing the taste of him.

He groaned, eyes darting over your mouth as you traced your lips with your tongue.

“Christ, alright,” he feigned vexation, tugging again at the rope that fell over your back. “Come on, princess. Open.”

You parted your lips again, and the moment you opened your mouth wide enough, Damien thrusted into you.

You gagged on him, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat, but any discomfort was drowned out by the thrill of being used in such a perverted way, in such a sinful position.

“This is what you wanted?” Damien growled above you, one hand fiddling with the knots on your back, the other cupping the back of your head; both were beneficial for leverage, and he used it to his advantage, dragging you over his cock and watching tears prick the corners of your eyes. “When you showed me that picture? Hm? When you asked me to tie you up—this what you had in mind, princess?” His head was tilted towards his shoulder, watching intently as your spit spilled over your chin.

You spluttered, choking on him, and completely unable to do anything about it; your hands were bound, your mouth was full—but even if none of the limitations had applied, you still wouldn’t stop him.

On the contrary, you only ever wanted to encourage his depravity.

“You’re fucking drooling, baby—you’re so fucking desperate,” he was panting, pulling you over his cock at the same pace his hips moved forward. You swallowed around the intrusion, and he whimpered. “You—shit—you’re so—such a slut.”

You couldn’t help but smile around him, happy to be able to pull whiny sounds from him when he was the one who held all the control.

“I can’t—wanna cum down your throat.” Damien’s resolve was breaking, and you stuck your tongue out to swirl over the underside of his cock as he fucked your mouth. “Fuck—” he swallowed a moan.

You did it again, swiping your tongue beneath him with every frenzied thrust of his hips.

“Good girl, keep—just like that…” He had finally given in and let his eyes close, losing himself in the wet warmth of your mouth. “God, I could—where do you want it, baby, huh?” He peeked down at you with lust-blown eyes.

You moaned around his cock, tears finally flowing freely from your eyes when he got deep enough to knock them from your lash line.

“Could cum down your throat,” he reiterated, “Or on your tits, look so fucking nice covered in me.” He weighed your reactions, finally suggesting the option he hoped would be your preferred choice. “On your face—make a fucking mess of your pretty face.” He moaned at his own words, painting a picture of what you’d look like tied up and covered in his cum.

You made a happy noise, humming from the back of your throat in response to his proposal.

He pulled out of you with a grunt, fisting himself.

“Keep your mouth open, princess—close your eyes,” he waited for you to follow his instructions, and when you did, he offered a deep sigh of satisfaction. “Good girl—let me cum on that pretty face. Stick your tongue out, baby.”

Again, you obliged, listening to the wet sound of his hand stroking his cock, coated in your spit.

“F—head up, baby, come on—” he grabbed the back of your head again, “Come on, just like that, princess, just—fuck, fuck, yeah—” He came with a strangled moan of your name, watching as his cum painted your face.

He panted, tilting his head back and swallowing a sigh before looking down at you.

You grinned up at him, smeared with your spit and his cum; tears dried to your cheeks and skin blotchy from all the excitement.

Damien tucked himself back into his jeans, sprawling out on the bed beside you.

“Okay?” He searched your face.

“More than.” You reassured, trying to inch yourself closer to him.

“Happy?” He threw you a lopsided grin, trailing a finger through his spend on your cheek and pressing it to your lips.

You opened, sucking his cum off of his finger.

“Very.” you released the digit with a pop.

He stared at you, tracing your features with his eyes and taking in how wrecked you looked.

“Take a picture, Dames,” you smirked, “It’ll last longer.”

“I could just leave you tied up like this, you know.” He laughed.

“Yeah, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” You goaded him.

“Uh-huh—so would you,” he quirked a brow, looking at you knowingly. He sat up, tracing the rope that bound you with his fingers as he began to look for the loosest knot. “Let me untie you, baby.”

You nodded, letting him get to work on undoing the bindings.

“I liked it,” you muttered, “I liked it a lot.”

“I know,” Damien laughed, finally pulling at a knot just right to make it come undone. “But I can’t do much with you in this position.”

“You planning on doing something?” You tilted your head to catch his gaze, smirking.

“Much.” He reiterated with a smile, “But I need to get your legs loose enough to spread them, first.”

[mbappeward]

when you wear revealing clothes and he gets protective - kylian mbappe imagine

As you gave yourself one final glance in the mirror, smoothing down the fabric of your dress and adjusting the delicate necklace at your throat, you felt a surge of excitement. The dress was bold, shimmering under the light—a perfect combination of daring and elegance. You were just about to grab your purse when the sound of the front door opening made you look up.

Kylian walked in, clearly just back from training, his steps slowing as he took you in. His eyes scanned you, taking in the outfit from head to toe, his brows knitting slightly.

“Wooooah…” he murmured, setting his training bag down. For a second, he was speechless, his gaze fixed on you with a blend of admiration and concern. “You look incredible… but where are you going dressed like this?”

You couldn’t help but chuckle, spinning around to give him a full view. “Out with the girls! We’re going to that new lounge downtown. It’s been ages since we all went out together, so…” You shrugged, a mischievous sparkle in your eyes.

He took a few steps closer, crossing his arms as his expression shifted from admiration to a more serious look. “And… you’re planning to go like that?” His gaze lingered on the thin straps and the dress’s snug fit, concern clear showing in his face.

“Yes, like this. Is there anything wrong?” you replied, playfully adjusting one of the straps and tossing him a grin. “Everyone’s dressing up tonight. What’s wrong with that?”

“Nothing, except…” he hesitated, running a hand over his jaw as he looked you over. “Except it’s… dangerous to be out like this. People can get too close, or worse, they might not leave you alone. You know how guys can be.”

You rolled your eyes a little, though there was warmth in his voice that made you smile. “Isn’t that why you taught me how to jab someone in the ribs if they get too close?” you teased, stepping up and giving him a light push. “Kylian, I’ll be with my friends. I know how to handle myself, don’t worry.”

He took a deep breath, glancing away before looking back at you. “I know you’re capable,” he said slowly, “but… it’s not just that. It’s late, and you’ll be in crowded places, and, well, I just worry. I don’t want to spend the whole night thinking about every guy at that party who’s gonna be looking at you. You know I care about you more than anything, and I don’t want anything to happen to you.” He reached out, tucking a stray hair behind your ear and holding your hands. “Do you get what I’m saying?”

You softened a little, seeing the genuine concern in his eyes. He looked almost vulnerable, his hand lingering gently on your cheek as if he didn’t want to let you go.

“Kylian,” you murmured, resting a hand over his, “it’s sweet that you’re worried, but you don’t have to be. I’ll be safe, I promise. And it’s just one night.”

He shook his head, a small sigh escaping him. “You don’t get it.” He took a step back, his gaze more intense now. “You’re… important to me. If anything happened to you…” His voice trailed off, and he rubbed the back of his neck, clearly struggling to put his thoughts into words. “Look, I know you can handle yourself. But still. If I’m not there, I won’t feel right knowing you’re out like this, without anyone looking out for you.”

You tried to laugh it off, your hands on your hips. “It’s just a little party, Kylian. I’m not going to war.”

“Alright, hear me out,” he began slowly, crossing his arms. “What if I just… came with you? I mean, I’ll stay out of the way. Just sit at a separate table or something—no one will even notice me.” He said it almost casually, as if the suggestion was perfectly normal, but there was a hint of hesitation in his tone, like he already knew what you’d say.

Your laughter was immediate, filling the room with a lightheartedness that contrasted with his serious expression. “Kylian… You want to come with me to a girls’ night?” you teased, raising an eyebrow. “Do you know how much they’d laugh if I showed up with you hovering like my bodyguard?”

He shrugged, looking slightly sheepish, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Well, not hovering exactly… just… supervising.” He tried to keep a straight face but cracked a grin when he saw the look on yours.

You shook your head, grinning. “You know as well as I do that there’s no way you could just sit in the background. Everyone would notice! And the girls would absolutely roast me. They’d never stop talking about it.”

He winced, knowing you were right but still unwilling to let go of his concern. “Look, I wouldn’t mind if they teased me,” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’d rather be there to look out for you.”

“Oh my god, Kylian,” you said, reaching up to rest your hands on his shoulders, both amused and touched by his protectiveness. “You coming along would look way too clingy! It’d just end up being awkward. Besides, what would you even do while I’m with the girls, huh? Sit at the bar alone?”

He chuckled, though the seriousness remained. “Alright, fine, but I can’t let you go out like that without some protection.” He went over to the coat rack and pulled out one of his jackets—a large, soft bomber that practically swallowed you as he draped it over your shoulders.

“Kylian!” you protested with a laugh, pulling the jacket off, but he was quick to hold it in place.

“Oh no, this is non-negotiable,” he said, smirking a little. “If you’re set on going out, at least wear this on top. I want you a little covered up, okay?”

He placed his hands on your shoulders, looking down at you with a mix of worry and affection, and for a moment, you couldn’t help but smile, charmed by his concern. “You’re serious, aren’t you?” you asked, amused by the fierce protectiveness in his gaze.

“Dead serious,” he replied, his voice softening as he pulled you closer. “It’s not just about the jacket or the dress. It’s that I know how crowded those places can get. I don’t want anyone trying to get too close to you.” He paused, his gaze meeting yours. “And, well… I’d rather spend tonight with you than worrying the whole time.”

You softened, feeling the gentle warmth of his hands on your shoulders. It was impossible not to feel touched by his protectiveness, and even though you had been excited to go out, the thought of staying in didn’t sound so bad with him around. He leaned in, placing a kiss on your lips.

“Okay,” you murmured, reaching up to rest your hands on his chest, your fingers tracing the collar of his shirt. “But you know I had this whole night planned, right?” you said looking down.

His eyes brightened, and a slow, teasing smile spread across his face. “You did, didn’t you?” he said, leaning in close, his breath warm against your cheek. “But you also know I have a way of changing plans.” Without warning, he bent down, scooping you up effortlessly into his arms.

“Kylian!” you squealed, laughing as he lifted you, his grip strong and steady. He carried you toward the bedroom, a triumphant grin lighting up his face.

“I’m sorry, but I’m not letting you go anywhere tonight,” he said, his voice soft but filled with a gentle authority that made your heart race. “Tonight, I’m keeping you to myself.”

You let out a small sigh, playfully pretending to be exasperated, but you couldn’t hide the smile tugging at your lips. “So, just to be clear, you’re kidnapping me now?”

He chuckled, nudging the bedroom door open with his shoulder. “Kidnapping? No, I’m saving you from a night of chaos,” he said, his eyes warm as he looked down at you. “And giving you a better night in return.”

As he set you down gently on the bed, his gaze softened, and he placed a gentle kiss against your lips. He hovered over you, and the rest of the world, the plans you’d had, the outfit—all of it faded as he leaned in. His hand reached down, tracing along your thighs.

“Looks like you win this time,” you whispered in his ear.

[meazalykov]

wrong number

bayern munich frauen x reader

1/6, 2/6, 3/6, 4/6, 5/6, 6/6

"who are you, and why do you have my number?"

you've been preparing for this move for what feels like forever.

the idea of leaving your small hometown in virginia to live in munich is both exciting and terrifying. you’ve spent weeks packing your things, saying goodbyes, and trying to mentally prepare yourself for the massive change that’s about to happen. 

sure, you’ve dreamed about studying abroad for a long time. now that it’s here, the reality of it feels overwhelming.

you’re going to be thousands of miles away from home, from everything you’ve ever known. your family is supportive, and your friends have been hyping you up nonstop. yasmeen, your closest friend, has been particularly great about helping you stay grounded, always there to distract you from the “what ifs” when the anxiety gets a little too intense. 

today is one of those days.

the two of you had planned a mall trip—something normal and fun before the whirlwind of final packing and travel arrangements takes over. well, yasmeen says that you need a new closet for munich and you don’t disagree.

it feels good to be doing something so ordinary, especially when you know that soon enough, everything in your life is about to be not-so-ordinary. 

you’ve been to this mall a hundred times with yasmeen, today feels a little more special though. maybe it’s because you’re hyperaware that you won’t have moments like these once you’re in germany.

will you make friends in germany? what if germany turns out horribly? are the people nice? is there xenophobia you might experience due to yourself being american? these thoughts plagued the back of your mind. 

"you’re gonna miss me so much, you know that, right?" yasmeen teases as the two of you walk through the mall’s food court, eyeing the chick-fil-a counter but opting for chipotle instead.

you roll your eyes playfully, nudging her with your elbow with the arm that's carrying your aritzia bag. 

"i’ll miss your constant harassment, that’s for sure."

"constant harassment? i’m literally the best thing that ever happened to you!"

"okay, sure," you laugh. 

honestly, yasmeen has been a huge part of your life for the past few years. she was the first person you clicked with back in high school, and now it feels weird to think about going through the next few years without her by your side. 

you’re trying not to dwell on it, though. you’ll still have facetime, you tell yourself. 

after grabbing and eating your rice bowls, you both head toward the stores. it’s one of those days where everything feels easy—there’s no pressure to buy anything. you did though obviously.

at one point, yasmeen holds up a bright red kit with a smirk.

"ouu a bayern munich kittt. you should totally buy it, you will fit in with the munich community."

you tilt your head, laughing. 

"what is that? i don’t even watch soccer."

"woah! you better once you hit germany– i heard soccer to them is like how the nfl is to americans."

you shake your head but decide to try it on anyway. yasmeen snaps a photo and tells you that you look like you’re about to cheer for some random german soccer team. 

you don’t think much of it and put the jersey back, moving on to the next store.

as the day goes on, you feel a strange mix of contentment and anticipation. it’s nice being here, with your best friend, doing normal things, but there’s a part of you that’s itching to start this next chapter of your life. 

it’s like you’re stuck in this weird limbo between your old life and the new one that’s waiting for you on the other side of the world.

eventually, after several hours of shopping, you realize your phone had died. you don’t even remember when it happened. 

you’ve been so caught up in the moment with yasmeen that you didn’t notice the battery draining.

"ugh, my phone’s dead," you say, glancing at the blank screen.

yasmeen shrugs. 

"mine’s still good. if anything, i can call you an uber."

"nah, i’m good. i’ll just charge it when i get home."

you both grab shoes at birkenstock before say your goodbyes outside the mall. yasmeen gives you an extra tight hug. 

"don’t get caught up with your european friends and forgetting about me, okay?"

"never," you promise.

when you get home, you immediately plug your phone into the charger and head straight to the shower. 

the hot water feels good against your skin, washing away the stress of the day. you’ve got so much on your mind—packing, travel plans, what your life is going to look like in a few weeks—but right now, standing under the stream of water, you feel calm. 

you let your thoughts drift away and focus on the simple rhythm of the water hitting your shoulders.

when you finally get out of the shower, you feel refreshed, like maybe you can tackle all the things on your to-do list without getting overwhelmed.

when you grab your phone and take it off of your charger, you notice something strange. 

it’s blowing up with notifications. you squint at the screen, trying to make sense of what’s happening. 

there’s a new group chat, and it’s filled with numbers you don’t recognize.

confused, you open the messages. the chat is already deep into a conversation about something, but none of it makes sense to you.

+49 176 1234567: pernille you’re AMAZING wtf was that!!!!????? 

+49 171 7654321: arsenals defense during this match had nothing on you or syd holy shit

your brows furrow. arsenal? match? what are they talking about? you know absolutely nothing about this conversation. 

hell, you’re not even sure what country arsenal plays for. the confusion only grows as you scroll up to see more of the conversation.

you: hi?

almost immediately, your message is met with a flood of responses.

+49 171 7654321: giulia! finally! where have you been?

+49 178 1233567: we’ve been trying to reach all day, i know we had no training but are you okay?

your heart skips a beat. giulia? who the hell is giulia? you’ve definitely never gone by that name.

you: uh, i think you’ve got the wrong number. i’m not giulia.

for a moment, the chat goes silent. you stare at your phone, wondering if you should just leave the group.

before you can, a new message pops up.

+49 176 1234567: wait, what?

+49 171 7654321: did we add the wrong number again?

+49 171 11122222: sydney, you’re an idiot. you added the wrong number!

there’s a pause before a new number is added to the group.

+49 152 3334444: you guys finally added me.

you assume this is the real giulia. still, no one seems to be kicking you out of the chat, and before you know it, the conversation picks up again.

+49 176 1234567: giulia, you missed our whole debate about the arsenal match.

+49 171 7654321: yeah, and we were saying bayern needs to keep it up for juventus.

you stare at your phone, more confused than ever. arsenal, bayern… these are clearly soccer teams, but why are they talking to you? you don’t even watch soccer. eventually, you decide to chime in.

you: um?? i have no idea what any of you are talking about. 

this time, the chat explodes with messages.

+49 171 7654321: what?!

+49 176 1234567: how do you not know bayern munich?

+49 175 7778888: do you watch fusball? 

+49 171 1112222: okay, who are you?

+44 177 9900000: ok guys that makes me feel better about this not being a crazy fan.

+49 170 4479173: i agree with georgia 

you explain your situation—that you’re a 21-year-old college student from virginia, and you somehow got added to this group chat by mistake. 

you tell them about your upcoming move to munich for your study abroad program, hoping to clear up the confusion.

+49 152 3334444: wait… you’re moving to munich? like… munich, germany?

+49 171 7654321: that’s insane omg we all live in munich.

+44 171 9900000: wtffff 

+49 176 1234567: this is such a weird coincidence.

you blink at your screen. this is getting stranger by the second. what are the odds that you’d get added to a random group chat full of people who live in the exact city you’re about to move to?

+49 171 1112222: okay, but how do we know you’re not some creepy dude pretending to be a girl?

+49 172 4567389: LMAO LENA 

+57 170 9193831: wait… 

you roll your eyes at the suspicion but understand why they might be cautious. so, you send them your instagram handle to prove you’re real. 

you: ew, i am not some old dude. @ y/n.l/n is my insta, just me out for yourselves.

after a few minutes, messages start pouring in again.

+49 152 3334444: yep, she’s legit.

+49 176 1234567: okay, cool. she seems sweet.

+49 171 9718193: guys laura would love her photography skills

you: who’s laura

+49 171 9900000: someone from the german national team. she plays in frankfurt

+44 177 9900000: this is so cool idky why.. usually i’d be freaked out

a few new followers pop up on your instagram notifications, and you open the app to check. you almost drop your phone when you see that some of the accounts following you are verified. 

*sydneylohmann is now following you*

and another 

*georgiastanway is now following you* 

*tuvahansen is now following you* 

and more.. 

*leaschuller is now following you* 

*lenaoberdorf is now following you* 

*kathi.ng is now following you* 

*pharder10 is now following you*

*guzman013_ is now following you* 

*sarahzadrazil25 is now following you* 

now it seems like the whole team is catching on.. 

*buehlklara is now following you* 

*magdalenaeriksson26 is now following you* 

*magou_doucoure is now following you* 

*dahmannlinda is now following you* 

it's until you do a quick google search that you realize who they are.

they’re professional soccer players.

you sit there, staring at your phone, completely in shock. you’ve somehow stumbled into a group chat full of actual women’s soccer players. 

trying to play it cool, you decide to treat them like normal people.

after all, you don’t even know anything about soccer, so it’s not like you’re going to fan out over them.

you: so, what are your names? i want to save your numbers because all of the unsaved numbers are overwhelming haha 

they go around introducing themselves, and you quickly type their names into your phone, saving each number under the name they give you.

+49 152 3334444: i’m giulia

+49 171 7654321: sydney

+44 177 9900000: georgia s 

+49 179 7777777: lea 

+57 170 9193831: ana g. there’s two ana’s so i’d add the last name letter to tell the difference 💜

it’s surreal, somehow you find yourself chatting with them like they’re any other group of girls you’d meet in a random group chat. 

they even start to warm up to you after a few days, especially after you tell them more about your move to munich. 

a few of them offer to show you around the city once you get there.

georgia: honestly, munich’s great. you’re going to love it.

sydney: we can help you find all the best spots.

lena: i can definitely ☺️

lea: lena you just moved here from wolfsburg.. 

lena: lea shushhhh 🙄

pernille: ??? 

you smile at your phone, feeling a little less nervous about the move. it’s strange, but you’re actually starting to look forward to meeting these girls in person. 

sure, they’re professional soccer players, but they’re also just… normal people. and they seem to like you.

as the chat continues, you get the sense that they trust you. maybe it’s because of your instagram or the way you’ve been honest with them from the start, but whatever it is, they don’t seem to mind that you accidentally got added to their group. 

in fact, they seem to enjoy having you around.

klara: you seem chill. i know its been a week since you’ve been added but do you promise to keep our secrets safe? 

lena: ^

you: i promise. i like you guys! 

it’s not every day you accidentally make friends with a group of famous athletes, but somehow, that’s exactly what’s happened. 

as strange as it is, you’re kind of excited about it.

part two here

[casewonnie]

For books and all - Park Sunghoon

Pairing: Park Sunghoon x fem!reader

Summary: the day arrives where one of your favorite book series gets another part of the series and you can't wait to go and get a copy. little did you know it wouldn't be as easy as you think

Genre: dislike to friends, fluff, attempt at humor, chaotic?, talk of books, i dont know how to promote this it came to me in a vision

Warnings: none really, nothing explicit just mild swearing, oh and nonsensical insults, i am cringe but i am free, sunghoon is weird, y/n is weird, both of them have mild anger issues, sunoo is sassy, he also gets dragged and tickled, all of enha are here of course <3 i put the hunger games as the chosen book but you can imagine whatever

Word count: 5.2k

a/n: Hello! First of all, my writing debut wow. Second, thank you for being here and choosing to read my au. I decided to get back into writing, and this is my first ever fic that I finish and actually leaves the vault. I didn't know how to do the text messages so I just left them. If it sucks I apologise it was not beta-read, english is not my first language and I haven't written in a while but I really hope it's not too bad. I also didn't proof read the whole thing. I'm kind of scared to post this.

Sunghoon being chosen for this random prompt was purely based on the fact that I would love to fight him (affectionately, positively)

Any constructive criticism or praise is greatly appreciated. I love interactions.

ENOUGH WITH THE YAP LET'S BEGIN

>The day before the incident<

“Do you know who I love the most?” Niki, the youngest of Sunghoon’s friend group barged in his room all smiles and bright energy. 

“How’d you get in, the apartment was locked.” Sunghoon lived with the rest of his friend group who were currently out and about with him enjoying the peace and quiet, well, up until a minute ago... As the youngest, Niki was still living with his family but he stayed over and hung out with them more times than he can count. This wasn’t a complaint, they all loved him like their own little brother, what concerned him is that he was fairly certain Niki didn’t have a spare key to the apartment and the door was definitely locked, so he had no idea how he got in. 

“You! I love you the most! Also, don’t worry about it I have my ways.” Niki dismissed him like he asked a banal question. 

“That is terrifying?” he replied. 

“Anyways, my dear Hoonie, do you know how much I appreciate and look up to you as an older brother?” oh no. Niki was a sweet and thoughtful kid, wrapped in like a... dark, emo-looking exterior that wasn’t fooling anyone, but when he was this sweet, it usually meant he wanted something... “Okay now I’m really scared. You’re not gonna make me like, do something illegal... are you?” 

Niki let out a laugh. “Don't be ridiculous... I just need a favor.” he assured him. “So... you know the hunger games, right?” 

“You mean one of the most famous book series and movie franchise? Yeah, I’m familiar.” Sunghoon deadpanned. 

“The newest book comes out tomorrow, and I need you to go to the store and get me a copy. I have the money and everything I just can’t go because I have a class in the morning. I asked the others but Heeseung and Jake apparently had some math project to finish and Jungwon said he was supposed to go to a... dora the explorer convention...”  

Sunghoon scrunched his face in confusion, not even wanting to comment on that last one, and then he realized something. “Wait, wait, wait a second... I wasn’t the first person you asked, not even second, but fourth!? What’s up with that?” 

“Oh, well umm, I just didn’t think you’d be up for it that’s all.” Niki didn’t think it would be a big deal to Sunghoon but seems like he was wrong. 

“Of course I’m up for it! I’m wayy up... I’m flying with the birds! I’ve basically turned into a satellite.” Sunghoon tried not to sound offended by his friends’ statement but it may not sound as convincing as he thought. “Whatever!”  

Niki hadn’t said a word, he just kind of stood there with his hand on his mouth, slightly frozen as if his friend would turn him into a shish kebab if he moved. 

Sunghoon got up from where he was laying on his bed to stand in front of Niki, he put his hands on the others’ shoulders and looked him in the eyes, Niki tilting his head backwards now, wondering what he got himself into. “Don’t you worry about a damn thing! I’ll make sure I get you that book. Even if it’s the last thing I do.” he finished the last sentence by shaking the other man back and forth. “I’ll go get it right now!” 

Sunghoon let go and sprinted out of the room as fast as he could, Niki snapped out of the weird trance and realized what was happening. “Sunghoon where are you going?! The book comes out tomorrow!” he ran after him out of the apartment and into the hallway but couldn’t see his friend. “I haven’t even shown you how the book looks like!” he tried but just ended up yelling into an empty hallway. 

“Man, what the hell...” he whispered to himself lightly rubbing the back of his head, huffed and put his hands on his hips awkwardly. “He’s so odd.” he said and went back inside.

>Day of the incident<

This was it. Today was the big day. You have been anticipating this for almost a year and in just a few hours you will get your hands on what would be your most prized possession, because later today comes out the second prequel to one of your favorite book series. You haven’t been able to stop thinking about it ever since the news came out, and you even decided to re-read all the previous books and rewatch all the movies. You made a whole event out of it and watched the movies together with your friends Sunoo and Jay, who were big fans as well, maybe not on the same level as you... you had the tendency to get a little too obsessed with certain things... but hey, at least they were supportive. Anyways, the whole thing made you even more excited for the release, which is why you were currently sweating out of your eyeballs trying to think of anything else that will calm you down. 

“Oh god I really need to relax.” you said to yourself out loud, even though you were currently alone in your room because to your disdain, both your roommates had their respective uni classes that morning. Wondering if you should text the group chat anyway, not wanting to bother them, you made yourself some food, got a glass of water and sat down to eat before you started getting ready and decided to message your friends. 

>text messages<

Y/N: GUYS... IM REALLY NERVOUS PLS HELP ME 

Y/N: ignore this if you’re in class 

Jay: Is this about the book that comes out later 

Jay: Also we have like an hour break rn 

Sunoo: oh my god get a LIFE 

Y/N: WHAT THE FUCK SUNOO 

Y/N: and yes my dearest and only friend jay... it is 

Jay: It’s going to be fine don’t worry about it! You’ll get a copy 

Sunoo: this is what having only two friends does to you 

Y/N: STOPPP WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU 

Y/N: yk what i see how it is 

Jay: Hey come on now you two 

Jay: Let’s all love each other <3 

Y/N: Sunoo you’ve just lost all your privileges and are now demoted to “some guy i live with”. from now on you may refer me to Miss Awesome-Sauce or M’lady 

Sunoo: NEVER say awesome sauce again 

Jay: You should’ve gone with pumpkin spice 

Y/N: what? 

Sunoo: and also what privileges lmaoooo 

Sunoo: if its your weekly concerts then im not really at a loss am i 

Y/N: im revoking your... “can i borrow the book” privilege :) 

Y/N: *mic drop* 

Jay: GASP 

Jay: oh no she didn’t 

Sunoo: .... 

Sunoo: Listen... 

Sunoo: My dear, lovely Y/N, my best friend, light of my life, the moon to my sun 

Sunoo: the palm to my tree 

Sunoo: the swimming to my pool 

Jay: I have never heard anyone say those... 

Sunoo: the lip to my stick 

Jay: HELLO???”@#@$% 

Y/N: I feel uncomfortable... 

Sunoo: I have made a grave mistake and from now on I’ll think about my words and how they can affect people. I will take time off of social media to deeply reflect on myself. 

Sunoo: *sends a selfie* 

Sunoo: Me self-reflecting 

Jay: NOT THE LEE MINHO REF 

Y/N: omg who is this DIVA  

Y/N: okay you’re forgiven but only because you’re cute 

Sunoo: I know <3  

>end of text messages<

You turned off your phone now that you’ve calmed down a bit due to you and your friends’ goofy antics. You looked at the clock and realized you had just over 3 hours to properly get ready, catch the bus to go to your nearest bookstore and be there at least 30 minutes before they stock up on the books.  You haven’t done math this much since graduating high school. The next question was what to wear.... I mean it was kind of a special occasion, right? If you could say that. Man, maybe Sunoo was right, you did need to make more friends... Whatever! Now was not the time for that. 

You got ready and got to the bus station 10 minutes early just in case. The ride there was calm with no incidents with you listening to your playlist with songs you loved lately. It was just before 10:30am when you arrived but when you got to the bookstore it was surprisingly... empty. Too empty. Something was wrong.  

Never in your life have you seen the bookstore so free of life before, with a just a couple of customers roaming around. You looked around for the table with new releases and just as you saw it you noticed that, that too... was free of books... umm... okay so they might just have not taken them out yet, that must be it. You asked the bookseller at the cash register and she kindly informed you that the book was in fact, ahem... sold out. 

Your jaw dropped. “There’s no way, you must have some copies left.” you had to make sure you understood right and that this wasn’t a case of miscommunication. “I’m so sorry, we had to open an hour early today and everyone just got here after that. It sold out in like 20 minutes.” the cashier spoke with a little smile, her eyebrows scrunched as if she was looking at a hurt puppy. 

“Can you please check your stock again? Or if I can make an early order if you receive a new batch soon?” you tried the only thing you can think of. Luckily the lady was nice and let you leave your phone number, marked down your order and told you she’ll give you a call if they have a copy left or get new ones. 

“Thank you so much!” oh dear, that wasn’t your plan in the slightest. It’s alright though! You weren’t going to lose hope but you still wanted to search the store just in case there was another copy on the loose, maybe it was hidden somewhere, misplaced, mixed up with the others, in another genre section, you get it. 

Looking thoroughly on the shelves where it could be sorted by genre was to no avail, so the only option left was to roam around and quite possibly stumble upon it, I mean if it’s meant to be it will find you. Something about not chasing but attracting it instead. Yeah, that could work, delusion was the best motivator in this case.  

You got to the “thriller” section just as you noticed a book on one of the shelves, well you saw the spine to be exact, with a similar color scheme to the one you were searching for and gasped. Okay Y/N, calm down, maybe it’s not that one, don’t get your hopes up too high now, was your initial thought, but as you got closer to it, the book became all the more familiar. Could this really be it? Huh, maybe you weren’t surrounded by misfortunes and the universe granted you a lucky break. It took everything in you not to scream out loud or jump around in excitement but instead you walked normally to the shelf, the second you grabbed the lower half of the book to pull it, another hand landed on the top half of it. Oh you must be joking right now...  

You turned to the stranger who was trying to get between you and the most important thing in your life right now, a fictional world... still important nonetheless. It surprised you to see that the person next to you was probably the most handsome man you’ve ever laid your eyes upon. He looked like he was your age and was fairly taller than you, with jet black hair, dressed in casual clothes and a face that could launch fifty spaceships into the orbit. Okay you didn’t really know how to explain it but the point still stands. He had a few moles on his face, the prettiest eyes and eyebrows that seemed like they were drawn by a single stroke of an artists’ brush, which made him even more gorgeous. If that was possible. 

“Hi there.” he spoke after a few seconds. 

“Hello.” you replied confidently not wanting to back down even a bit because realistically, you knew what was about to go down. “Looks like we reached for the same book.” you added. 

“Yeah, seems so.” he answered cockily both of your hands tightly holding the book, you could tell he was a stubborn one and it pissed you off, this was not going to be easy... 

“Are you sure you aren’t lost? The self-help section is over by the entrance.” you tried to rile him up and pointed in the direction behind him but he didn’t even blink. Instead, he just turned fully in your direction, hand still firmly on the book. 

“Nope. This is the book I was looking for.” you were expecting a snarky comeback that never came and instead he got closer, towering over you just enough for you to feel a teeny-tiny bit intimated. “This is the only copy left and I’m not leaving this store without it darling.” his voice was sweet and tender but his words weren’t. You narrowed your eyes at him. 

“Your bogus charm won’t work on me.” as if you’d let a man deceive you with such cheap tricks. You sighed. “Alright, how about this. We both put the book on that table over there...” you pointed to the small seating area behind you, near the windows “...and then we have a calm, rational talk on who should have it, okay? What’s your name?” 

The guy studied you for a bit, unsure on whether he should trust you or not. After a moment he released a long breath and let go of the book, you pulled it out of its place on the shelf, got over to the table and placed it down. “It’s Sunghoon by the way.” he said quietly. 

“What?”  

“My name. It’s Sunghoon.” he repeated. 

“Oh.” pretty name, you thought. “I’m Y/N.” it was only fair to let him know yours too. 

“So... how will we decide this?” he continued the conversation. You thought about it but nothing really came to mind. “Umm… maybe we could list of our reasons and whoever has a better reason wins?” 

Sunghoon opened his mouth in an attempt to speak but you interrupted him instead. “I’ll start first,” you said without letting him have a word in, you did him dirty but this was not the time to play nice. Your life depended on it, or more like... a couple of hours of enjoyment. 

“My reason is that I really like the series and want to read it.” you continued. 

“Right. Well, I promised a dear friend of mine that I’ll get it for him because he couldn’t come.” damn him, that was an infinitely better reason, why did he have to be so selfless. 

“How do I know you’re not lying? I mean at least I gave an honest reason.” you didn’t know why you just said that but in all honestly it was the only way you could’ve stalled this until, well... whatever you planned to do, but you had to think of something first. 

“Are you kidding me?” you could tell he was getting more annoyed by the minute and you decided to push it further. God why were you like this. 

“I mean… I just want to make sure we’re both being a hundred percent transparent with each other. Is there even a “friend” you’re helping?” oh yeah he definitely bought that. 

“Oh, I see what you’re doing. Your reason sucked compared to mine so now you’re just trying to slither your way through an excuse. Well it’s not going to work, so you can stop with the air quotes.” Sunghoon was getting really tired of your shit and he sure as hell wasn’t gonna go down without a fight. 

“Slither my way through? What does that even mean?! And my reason doesn’t suck. It's just as valid as yours but I'm making sure the copy is not going to waste and that your “friend" actually appreciates the story.” maybe it would’ve been a better idea to be more... civil, but something about him made you want to keep pushing his buttons and he was no better either so you didn’t really feel guilty. 

“Hey! My best friend Niki, who is very much real, has been a fan of this series since the first book came out, so this copy is basically his birth right and there’s no way I’ll let some sea urchin have it!” Sunghoon was, let’s say a bit surprised at his own tone, he wasn’t the type of person to just have beef with random strangers over silly things, but I guess he was just feeling protective over Niki and wanted to win this for him. 

“A... a sea urchin?! How dare you, you... potato peeler...” way to call someone names. 

Sunghoon gasped as he clutched his chest.  

“I’ve been a fan for a whole YEAR, your friends’ love for it has been on stand-by, okay? Mine is fresh in my memory and if I don’t read that book immediately, I’m going to explode.” You emphasized with your hands.  

“Well gosh darn that’s just awful, what will the world do without a life ruining angry kitten like you.” he crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes. 

“Oh real funny Mr. Probably wears coats all the time.” in your defense he did seem like a coat guy. 

“Wow you got me... I’m so embarrassed, you carrot muffin.” yeah let’s go with that, he thought. 

“What did you just call me?!”   

“You heard me!” 

“Screw you, pencil biter!”  you were starting to get sick of this pointless “battle” so it was the best you could come up with. 

“Bet you like plain pasta, don’t you?” he put his hands on his hips. 

Sunghoon scoffed but then noticed the way your face sank at the last “insult”. There’s no way you actually got offended from that, is there? Maybe it was a touchy subject for you... dang it, how could he have been so stupid. What was going on with him today, this whole thing was so stupid, he didn't actually want to offend you... aaand great now he felt bad... 

“Hey look, I’m sorry, I didn’t actually mean what I said, it’s just the first thing that popped into my mind. It wasn’t my intention to hurt you.” you were standing very still while awkwardly fiddling with your hands looking anywhere but at him and frankly, he didn’t know what else to do.  

“It’s not like I always eat it plain, you know.” you spoke softly and sighed. “My friends make fun of me for it so it’s a bit of a touchy subject but...it’s just so good! If you make it right, cook it for long enough and then... leave a bit of the uhh... left-over pasta flavored water. It’s amazing.” you were scrambling for words which at this point made it 10 times weirder than it was. 

Sunghoon nodded while listening intently. “I know, I know. Forget your friends, you eat pasta however you want to! Don’t let anyone tell you it’s wrong, okay? If you want to eat it plain then do that, who cares...” you still had your head down and after some internal debating and awkward back and forth hand movement, Sunghoon reached his hand and pat your head a few times with a soft “There, there. It’ll be okay.” 

You feel like your eyes bulged out of the pop sockets from the shock of feeling his hand on your head. Was he... comforting you? Never mind the weird air around you both and the weight of his gaze on you, it was... warm and tender. 

In Sunghoon’s case however, he didn’t know what he was saying nor why he just patted you head but at this point he would’ve done anything to stop you from sulking and bring back that insane fiery energy of yours from before and... wait a minute. Why was he thinking all this and why did he even care? Oh god he was going mad... he hadn’t thought any of this trough.  

At that moment, you slowly raised your head and looked at him with a small smile on your face, thanked him and... okay he was definitely going insane because he just found you so cute, he felt like a butterfly gave birth to a million small butterflies in his stomach...or was it the gut? Either way, this was not good, he needed to get his head out of the clouds and remember what his objective was.  

“Okay! Enough with the dilly-dallying!” you exclaimed, stopping his train of thought but the complete 180 change from arguing to whatever the other thing was to arguing again was going to give him a migraine.  

“We need to settle this once and for all. And I’m afraid there’s only one way to do it...”  

Sunghoon nodded. “A sword fight!” he declared. 

You stopped for a second to scowl at him. “What? No. Where would we find swords, although I would love that, it always seemed really fun on tv. I was thinking more of like rock, paper, scissors?” 

“Okay, yeah, that’s way more doable.” he straightened his posture and squeezed his hand into a fist “Let’s settle this once and for all.” 

“Ready? Rock, paper, scissors, sho-” 

“Excuse me?...” Before you were able to throw the hand signs, a lady came up to you. “May I ask if you need any help, is there a specific book you’re looking for? Maybe I can help you look for it?” she had a nametag on her shirt and you could make out a small ‘Louise’ so you figured she was one of the store sellers. 

Sunghoon spoke first “Oh no ma’am. Thank you very much for offering, but we were just about to decide who gets to have this book...” He turned to show the book where they last left it on the table next to them, only to realize it wasn’t there. Both of their jaws dropped in disbelief. 

“It’s... gone.” You looked up right at the register as another girl about their age was checking out, the same book she had in her hands just a few minutes ago... The girl turned away from the counter, now with the book in a tiny bag heading towards the exit. As she opened the door, she turned back to them and gave them a snarky smile and wriggled her fingers in a wave and exited the store. 

“Oh, that little...” You were about to head in her direction but Sunghoon grabbed your shoulders and stopped you from doing something stupid. 

“Alright~ Let’s calm down a bit. She already bought it, there’s nothing you can do. We should’ve paid more attention to our surroundings. It’s over let’s just leave it.” 

“You’re right. How are you more clear-headed than me? It’s odd.” 

“I have my strong points.” he flashed a grin in your direction and you froze for a second. Wow his smile was so... gorgeous. How can someone be this good looking... it wasn’t fair to anyone. You turned to the woman before she witnessed any more stupid shenanigans, thanked her and exited the store with Sunghoon following behind. 

“Hey, can we both agree that this entire morning and everything that happened in there was genuinely insane and definitely not something we should be fighting over?” you said once you were both out on the sidewalk. The sun was peeking out through some clouds so it was still quite cold, the streets were busy with cars and people going on about their day. 

“Yeah, I mean, it does seem quite silly now, doesn’t it?” he laughed, leaving a big goofy grin on his face. “I guess this means we’re friends now?” he added, looking at you with anticipation. Well that was new, you weren’t expecting that, especially not from him but hey, what the hell. 

“I guess so.” you nodded, smiling back at him and extended your hand for a handshake which he gladly accepted and shook it with his own. 

It got quiet and after a few seconds you asked “So... what do we do now?” 

“Umm...” he answered which gave you the impression that he probably didn’t know either “If you want, we can go hangout at my apartment, it’s close by, maybe we can have some of that plain pasta. And don’t worry I have roommates and you can invite your friends over. Niki will be there because, one, I want you to know that he’s real” you rolled your eyes “and two, since he’s a big fan of the series you’ll probably get along well.”  

NEVER go to a complete strangers house or invite one over, stay safe please <3 

“Okay. Yeah sure, why not. I’ll call my friends we can go together once they get here.” you knew their class had already ended so you texted Sunoo and Jay to come to a nearby cafe since you made plans with Sunghoon to wait for them there and chat in the meantime until you headed to the original hang-out location. 

When the four of you got there you got greeted by 3 of Sunghoon friends which you found out were Jungwon, Jake and Niki who, to your surprise ended up being very real and for the next 5 minutes you didn’t hear the end of it from Sunghoon, meaning you were bombarded with a bunch of attacks like “See? I told you he exists.” or “I can’t believe you’d think I’d lie about having friends, how low do you think of me?” to which your answers were either intense eye rolls or random outbursts of “Okay! I get it! Stop bothering me!” 

Once you filled everyone in on your...disagreement and everything from the moment you and Sunghoon met that led to you becoming friends of some sort, which to be fair, was very silly everyone fell into a comfortable small talk, slowly getting to know each other. 

Sunghoon was right about you getting along with the youngest, about whom you found out later on, that Niki was just a combination of his last and first name and his actual name was Riki. Your main topics of conversations being, of course, the hunger games but also the pain of not managing to get your hands on a copy of the newest book. Call that a tragic inconvenience bonding. 

Jay and Sunoo seemed to be getting along well with the others considering that for the past 15 minutes Jungwon explained, in great detail, all about his time at the dora the explorer convention and then dragged off Sunoo into the kitchen to show him his favorite episodes of the show. Jay bonded with Sunghoon and Jake over all three of them being born in the same year, called it fate that they met and something about soulmatism or whatever... they ended up putting their birth times into an astrology calculator to see if they, in Jake’s words, “match each other's freak”. 

As Niki stood up from the couch and into the kitchen with Sunoo and Jungwon, the space next to Y/N was free for just a few seconds before Sunghoon decided to take it up. 

“So...I think everything is going well. Heesung said he’d be back soon, said he was on some side quest. Are you having fun?” he asked expectantly. 

“Yeah, your friends are really cool, I really like them. And I’m glad the guys are getting along.” a high-pitched scream came from the kitchen the moment you said that, both your heads turning in the direction of the scream just in time to see Sunoo getting dragged by both Niki and Jungwon, followed by a bunch of cackles. You could see them trying to tickle Sunoo which forced him to get on the floor in an armadillo position, a surprised expression landing on your face. 

“Will he be okay or should I intervene?” Sunghoon asked, voice drowned in concern.  

“Oh don’t worry about Sunoo, he may not look like it but he can fend for himself if he wants to.” you said dismissively and Sunghoon mumbled an “alright then”, still a bit worried because he knew how his friends could be, but listened to you anyway. 

“You know, I’m kind of glad all the books were sold out, otherwise we might’ve never met. I got to be honest, you’re completely insane but it’s been a while since I’ve gotten into an argument with a stranger over a banal reason. It was honestly refreshing.” Sunghoon’s rambling was honestly so cute you didn’t even mind he called you crazy, and by the way he said it so excitedly and joyfully, you were sure he meant that as a compliment, and you didn’t mind it. 

“Aww, thanks. I think you’re pretty insane too, if it’s under any consolation.” the two of you fell into a bit of small talk, giggling and laughing over something the other one has said, getting along quite well, that is until Heeseung showed up. 

“Guys! I’m back and you’ll never believe what I found.” the guy you guessed was Heeseung, based on the single blurry picture Jungwon showed you, burst into the apartment without a care that, what was once his home, was now a chaos playground full of adult children running around and screaming. “Look what I got at a discount in a random mini market.” both you and Sunghoon stared in disbelief, eyes bulged out and jaws down to the floor as Heeseung pulled out a brand-new copy of the hunger games book you spent the whole morning fighting over. “Oh no.” mumbled Sunoo once he noticed what was happening. 

“It’s mine!” Sunghoon and you burst out simultaneously, turning to look at each other to once again continue your squabble from before your friends arc. The others now going over to Heeseung to see what the fuss was all about before collectively groaning in understanding.  

“Do you think Sunghoon remembers he went to get the book for Niki and not himself?” asked Jake, crossing his arms. 

“I didn’t know it was gonna cause this much drama or I would’ve just stayed silent.” Heeseung put the book back in his bag, now clearly worried about the damage he accidentally caused. 

“Knowing Y/N, she will stop at nothing to win this, since she basically let him off the hook earlier.” Jay joined in. 

“Umm,” Niki began a bit unsure of himself. “Does anyone wanna leave them at it and go get coffee or something?” 

“Sure.” Sunoo said without a second thought.  

“Oh! I know this cafe nearby that just opened up it’s really cute and has a bunch of delicious looking pastries, if you guys are up for it.” suggested Jake, already on his way to put on his shoes and went out on his own. 

“Well I guess we’re going either way. Let’s go everyone, we’ll text them when we get there. I wonder how long it takes them to notice they’ve been abandoned.” Jungwon giggled sneakily pushing the others out the door and closed it, the faint sound of muffled voices still audible from the hallway slowly disappearing as the boys went on with their mission, leaving the two angry penguins to fend for themselves. 

-the end- hope you enjoyed :)

[bjornshouldvelivedddd]

18+it’s wrong but it feels so right

A/n: i sincerely apologise for another one of these but I mostly just wrote this quickly to make myself happier soo.., this is not set in the alien Romulus universe just on earth

Tagging @spikedfearn because she approved of this idea for me🤞

Warnings: reader with social anxiety, talk about cheating ex boyfriend, incest, non protected sex, quickie, breast groping, mocking, innocent-ish reader, oral f!receiving, semi public fucking, dirty talk, praising, dumbification, Bjorn acting nice to get what he wants

Tyler didn’t really know how to cheer you up, the first thing that came to his mind was dragging you to a party to keep your mind occupied, which it absolutely did.

You’ve never been quite fond of party’s which is why you’re so stiff when walking inside of one “Ty can we just, go home or something?”You mummer, looking around at how many people there are “as much as I know ya’ want to, we’re staying here, it’s my job as your brother to keep your mind of that dickhead ex boyfriend.”He says, making a b-line towards the alcohol with you following behind, your not even paying attention, your too busy panicking about how stuffy the room feels with so many people you don’t notice when Tyler greets someone, you look up curious to who he’s talking too when you see your older cousin who you haven’t seen in awhile, Bjorn’s eyes linger on your form a little longer than what would be considered a quick glance “long time no see.”He greets which you just return with a polite nod, Tyler’s about to say something else when he notices one of his friends across the room so he excuses himself to go and talk to his friend.

As soon as Tyler walks away the atmosphere completely changes “ya’ want a drink?”Bjorn asks you, raising a brow, you just nod “go sit down then I’ll bring ya’ one”He says, placing a hand on your lower back and ushering you towards the couch, you sit down awkwardly, luckily the couch is the least crowded spot in the house, you sit kind of awkwardly on the couch, your eyes on Bjorn’s back as he gets you a drink, it takes no longer than a minute before Bjorn’s sitting next to you and handing you a drink “I’m guessin’ Tyler dragged ya’ ‘ere?”He asks, sipping on his own drink, keeping eye contact with you “yeah..”You mutter, a short simple reply, fiddling with the end of your skirt “you don’t have to babysit me or anything because no offence but it feels like your doing that”You say, Bjorn gives a small chuckle “Nah not babysitting jus’ talkin’ to ma’ favourite cousin.”He says with a small grin on his lips, you let out a small scoff of humor “so what have ya’ been up to?”Bjorn asks you, placing his drink down on the coffee table in-front of the couch “nuthin’ much m’ guessing?”he raises a brow, leaning back into the couch “Yeah pretty much..just busy with work”You mutter “still with tha’ guy?”he questions you, trying to seem casual but his eyes quite literally light up when you shake your head no “don’t really wanna talk about why.”You mutter, Bjorn just nods, he can guess why “nah that’s fine.”He says, leaning his head back on the couch, legs spread slightly, he looks over at you noticing how you keep looking around the room “yanno’ if yer’ stressed there’s rooms upstairs we can jus’ relax in?..”He offers innocently “I’m not gonna drag you away just because I’m uncomfortable, besides I think someone’s checking you out.”You say, nodding to the other side of the room where a women is staring at him, clearly checking him out. Bjorn scoffs and ignores her “care more bout’ makin’ my cousin comfortable then getting laid.”He says, standing up “c’mon.”He walks away, you get up and follow him.

You both find a free room that doesn’t have couples making out inside of it, once you do Bjorn lays on the bed and sighs “see? More comfortable then being downstairs with all those people aye?”He questions, looking over at you as you sit down on the bed, skirt riding up slightly which catches his attention immediately “yanno’ ya’ can comfortable?”he asks you, patting the space next to him, gesturing for you to lay down, which you do “Yer’ so stressed ain’t ya?”He teases, you give him a side glance “it’s that obvious?..”You ask, going back to staring at the ceiling, Bjorn goes quiet for a moment, going over in his head how he can say this without scaring you away “if yer’ tha’ stressed I have somethin’ tha’ can help ya’”He says, eyes stuck to your form “yeah? Like what?”You ask sarcastically, looking over at him, you immediately notice how he’s looking at you and you know it’s wrong to like it because he’s your cousin but you can’t help feel appreciated by the way he’s looking at you “I have a few ideas”Bjorn mutters, sitting up and leaning towards you a bit “we’re cousins, Bjorn, it’s wrong..”You mutter back, but your eyes are locked onto his lips which tells a complete different story on what you really think of this “and? Needa’ get yer’ mind of yer’ ex somehow.”Bjorn reply’s casually, a small smirk on his lips “can I?..”He asks, you nod without hesitation and just like that his lips are on yours, it’s not a passionate kiss at all it’s a messy, needy kiss which honestly you don’t mind at all.



Bjorn moves so he’s now on top of you, mouth connected with yours, one hand trailing under your skirt the other beside his head holding him up, he brakes his mouth away from yours and starts peppering kisses on your mouth “waited too long for this..”he mummers “taste so sweet jus’ like I expected..”He hums, his hand that’s under your shirt lightly cups a breast through your bra, kneading it gently “so fuckin’ perfect.” He says before pulling his face away from your neck, eyes going to your flushed face “ever had someone eat ya’ out baby?”he asks with a smirk, the smirk growing when you look away shyly “tha’ is more than fine luv I’ll just raise the expectations for ya’.”He says smugly before leaning down, both hands wrapping around your thighs and pulling them apart slightly and pulling them over his shoulders, jaw falling slightly open when he sees how wet your panties are.

he’s waited so long to see you like this and it’s even better than he dreamed off, he looks up at you, hand going under your skirt to pull the thin fabric away from your wet core “jus’ relax for me luv.” He mutters before his head is under your skirt, he presses a light kiss to your inner thigh before he wraps his mouth around your clit, lightly sucking on it which earns him a whimper from you. His mouth immediately starts working overtime, jaw flexing as his tongue licks stripes up your slit before going back to sucking on your clit “fuckin’ hell ya’ taste Devine, Helluva’ lot better than I even imagined.”He hums into your core. you moan, hand flying to grip at his hair. “F-fuck Bjorn..”You whimper, head falling back against the soft pillows, overwhelmed with the feeling of his mouth on you. He gives your clit one more little suck and that’s all it takes for you to come undone on his tongue, he continues lapping at your core as you cum, eventually pulling away from your now over sensitive pussy “so pretty..”He coos, thumb rubbing over your clit “please Bjorn, need more..”You stutter “poor baby already so wrecked can’t even talk properly.”He mocks, tugging you down more, other hand undoing his belt “want ma’ cock inside ya’? Or are ya’ still too sensitive?”he asks mockingly, smirking when you nod “gotta be quick though, wouldn’t want yer’ brother finding about I’m fuckin’ ya’ like a dirty slut huh?” He moves up your body, alining his aching cock with your soaking wet core before pushing himself inside, rather gently. You moan at the feeling, hands going to his back, Bjorn curses at how tight you are “so fuckin’ tight it’s like yer’ untouched, fuckin’ hell..”He groans, picking up the speed until he’s drilling into you, fucking you into the bed. Your eyes have fluttered shut in pleasure, your biting down on your lower lip hard enough to draw blood, Bjorn’s just looking at your face, appreciating how beautiful you look when he’s fucking you “Can feel’ ya’ squeezin’ round’ me luv, no point in keepin’ quiet when yer’ pussy’s tellin’ me everything I need to know.”he says “feel so good wrapped round’ ma’ cock like this, so fuckin’ good.”He adds, groaning when you clench around him again “gonna make ya’ come round’ me, gotta feel ya’ squeezin’ me..”he mutters, hips stuttering slightly when you do cum around him, Milking him for all his worth, he practically whimpers as he cums, spilling himself inside of you, his cousin.

You both stay like that for a minute before he pulls out, you whimper at the loss of him inside of you, pussy clenching around nothing “gotta get ya’ cleaned up before yer’ brother realises we’re both up here”he says, smirking at how you look like a complete mess.

[leahnardo-da-veggie]

The Tragedy of Love, Death and Maggots, part 16-G

Part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11, part 12, part 13, part 14, part 15

I paused, thinking about it. “Sure, why the hell not? I'll bite. What's the plan, Mrin?”

It made her break into a proper smile. This time I could see the cracks in it, where something that horrible and despairing lurked. “Are you alright, Mrin? You look… troubled, my love.” The last word lingered on my tongue. It tasted like the fields in summer.

“It's nothing, Doc. Nothing at all.” Mrin turned away, but I caught the flash of grief. Stronger, it was. Starker against the warmth in my chest.

“No, it's not nothing. Don't brush me off, Mrin. Not after everything we've done,” I said, grabbing her arm and pressing it to my chest. “I swear, Mrin, I'm done trying to accept my fate. I'm done trying to make my own heart freeze over. I'm done refusing to admit that I don't care about you, or Athena, or Brett.” 

I don't know when I decided that. To be honest, I hadn't quite realised it until the words flew out of my mouth. I suppose it must have been when Mrin burst into tears that night. It always did come back to her, after all. Her and that piercing gaze of hers. It revealed things I didn't know about myself.

But it was true. I was done, once and for all, of letting harm coming to the ones I loved. It was time for me to step up and be a man for once. I pressed her calloused hand to my chest. “Come on, Mrin. Tell me what's wrong. Let's face it together, no matter how horrible. Isn't that what partners are for?”

She looked down, avoiding my gaze. “I've come to a conclusion of my own, Doc. I think- I think it's time I stopped trying to make the impossible happen. I've been stuck here for what, a decade? And no matter how hard I've tried, I can't find a way to escape this place. I…”

“I don't think there is one.”

The admission made her voice crack, and she yanked her hand from my chest as though I'd stabbed her. “Fuck, that hurts to say aloud. But it's the truth, isn't it? There's just no way out. We're stuck here. Doomed.”

It was the opposite of my decision. “Mrin…”

“No! It's pointless, don't you get it?! It's so… so accursedly unfair of you to say something like ‘I love you', right when I've made my choice! I admired you, Doc. I admired how stoic you were. I tried so, so fucking hard to stay calm in the face of everything. I tried so hard not to care. I tried to be like you, and just as I succeed, you do this?!”

She shook, though with rage or grief, I could not tell. “You stupid bastard. You and Athena and Brett, you've all left me no choice.”

“I've got to save you all. Even if it means killing myself.”

“Mrin, what the hell are you talking about?” I tried to reach out again, and she gave me an infuriated look. 

“Run the numbers, Doc. I'm never going to be happy here. I don't want to spend my life chasing something that will never come to pass. It's all so pointless. Pointless, I tell you.”

“You're repeating yourself again, Mrin.” Even as I said it, I knew it was useless. We really were doomed to repeat our mistakes. This conversation had been the lead-up to Athena's death, and it was gonna be the lead-up to Mrin's too. I felt that mantle of despair settle about my shoulders, unavoidable as ever. 

Yet I had to try anyways, didn't I? Wasn't that what I'd told her just now? Damn, this trying thing was hard. It was hard to get arms to move when they'd stayed still for so long, hard to get the ball rolling when it'd been gathering moss for forever, hard to try when it was so much easier to just not. But I had to. For Athena, who I hadn't reached out to in time. For Brett, who I could have saved if I'd been less of a fool. 

For Mrin, who I still had. Who I would lose. Who I couldn't lose, not when we'd admitted the truth to each other.

“It's not pointless, Mrin. You're a fool if you believe that.”

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[piss-stained-jorts]

BABYGIRL YOUR SMILE GIV ES ME LIFE I LOVE YOU

[snapbackslide]

happy october 🎃🏒 | 24.10.01

[p4nishers]

there's something i need to say and yall can boo me for it but deep in my heart i'll always know i'm correct: crowley already forgave aziraphale. like already would take him back at one flutter of his eyelashes. that's all.

[fisheito]

my princess nonsense is being encouraged watch ouyt imabout to be eneaabled

OK WHATF ATHAT'S SO CUTE I HAD TO MAKE IT i know realistically there's little to no chance that rei DOESN'T know how to work heels 🤣 BUT IMAGINE.....ING.... YAKUMO GENTLY GUIDING REI IN HEELS, WEEKS BEFORE THE BIG GALA AND HAVING NONE OF HIS NORMAL FEAR OF PHYSICAL TOUCH BC HIS [TEACHER MODE] IS OVERRIDING HIS INSECURITY

[ratatatastic]

lmaoooo maffhew wanting the knot immediately and having to wait for sasha to catch up with that is so deeply funny like. this omega is not subtle and you’re not a stupid alpha babe! can only imagine what benny has to say to maffhew about it once he catches on and stops banging his head against a wall

idiots to lovers is always great but especially when its two people who would be hitched with 10 kids by now if they stopped being dumb for a single second like its that easy and yet...

to me they very much fall around the same time (infatuation at first scent if you will) just that sasha takes some time to get there not because he's dumb (okay he's a little dumb) but in the sense that its like "this person is very interested in me, i can see and recognise that but theres so much cognitive dissonance in my brain right now between knowing that intrinsically and finding that hard to believe so i unintentionally play dumb because obviously i'm reading too much into things it cant be me they're interested in haha that'd crazy but they're being awfully touchy and flirty with me wow"

but also it takes two to tango and we have to acknowledge that and this is when i would love to bring up the ways in which this man decides is the best way to go about that because he is a catholic school girlie... there's so much hilarity to be had here especially because his flirting is very uh how you say... a little ass backwards if you will especially considering dynamics

"I make it a point to keep the door closed when we're alone in a room together! That's basically a clear invitation that I'm down to fuck!!! Im basically asking to be ragdolled on his knot!!!"

and Benny just pinches the bridge of his nose like "I don't know how to explain to you in a way you'll understand that not everyone went to Catholic school."

But saying that Sasha does side-eye the door knob heavily when Maffhew goes over to close it the first time and he starts sweating like he just got dragged into a game of 7 Minutes in Heaven he did not sign up for and he's 13 again and oh god he got paired with a really cute girl, and he hasn't even had his first real kiss yet and-

And then absolutely nothing happens because Maffhew is just waiting with a polite expectant smile (because his work here is done, he did the heavy lifting know it's Sasha's turn) and this is when Sasha's dynamic classes training kicks in and he basically scolds himself for even assuming in the first place because this is clearly a show of trust (correct) not an invitation for extra circular activities (incorrect buzzer noise) and it basically becomes "This Omega really trusts me, I'm honoured especially as Pack Leader that I'm able to be so accepted into such a private space with the inherent knowledge that I will not encroach their boundaries whatsoever because consent is verbal, this is not in any way an invitation to take advantage of them this is deep platonic trust I will guard with my life :]"

and if you listen closely you can hear the lovely sounds of Maffhew bashing his head into a wall about how much of a gentleman Sasha is but also COME ONNNNNN... you know... once Maffhew realises what's happening which (looks at my watch) is not due for another few months really

Battle of wills: unstoppable force (maffhews catholic school understanding of dynamic interactions) vs immovable object (overseas alpha cotillion classes)

And if you think it's an Oh! An overseas dynamic thing! It's not. The Euros are watching the horrible car crash in front of them and doing absolutely nothing about it because it's none of their business, but they will stare at it... maybe judge it a bit but definitely are observing from the tall grass.

and I'm also not saying that luosty lundy forsy and bobby have a current running bet of how long it'll take for maffhew to break sasha in but i'm also not not saying that... luosty goaded lundy in the midst of a gossip session ("It has to be 3 months, right?) forsy happened to be around so lundy turned to him for advice ("7 months.") and maybeeee bobby overheard from all the way over from his stall and puts in his two cents for what it's worth ("6. Captain nice but not that nice. Very impatient." "So 3!" "No. Impatience makes him double the time, and wait longer. 6 months.") (lundy finally settles on a good 5 months because he's indecisive)

And Sasha does eventually pick up everything maffhew is throwing down... eventually... and when he does it becomes more so I want to court this omega the way they deserve I will take this slow and romance them sweetly :) *smash cut to maffhew caterwauling like a cat in heat*

but also once again its not like maffhew is helping sasha in any way this is idiot4idiot and benny would like to enjoy the car crash with the euros but unfortunately that's his soulmate, thats his bestie, his littermate from birth who has been weaned on the same teat as they climbed over each other to get to it, the first girl you kissed in your childhood bedroom because somehow you started play fighting on the bed because she was like i could totally pin you down easy and then she does and you always noticed how beautiful she was but shes even more gorgeous when she's pinning your wrists to your hannnah montana duvet you promised yourself youd changed out before she came over but you forget and well she teased you about it and you cant help but giggle about how perfect this all is and it seems that the natural conclusion to this is to taste the strawberry lipgloss of her lips because whats a kiss between besties huh its tacky and sticky and it tastes like summer and just other apt metaphors to put here about the inherent -isms of their relationship that i nearly cant put to words properly other than girls having fun (they are fucking)

and well anyways benny is watching and he has a lot of things to say about how its been proceeding so far

"You should really use your words."

"I am!"

"Right because smelling like a fucking perfume shop in the middle of October is using your words."

"This usually works with most Alphas okay!"

"Sasha isn't most Alphas."

"Tell me about it." Matthew grouses before he peeks over to Sam, looking up from beneath his eyelashes—the exact way he knows both endears him to Sam but also absolutely miffs him all the same, "Worked on you, didn't it?"

"Oh, is that what we're doing right now? We're calling getting a lapful of a preening O in preheat in the middle of a roadie a normal way to go about these things."

"It worked didn't it?" Matthew reiterates.

"It would work better if you use—"

"Okay! Alright!! I get it!!!" He does not.

like benny here is unfortunately an active listening participant in the going ons of the fuckery if not because hes involved by proxy because of maffhew because who else will hold his hair back as he calls him a dumb bitch you know

[deoidesign]

hi, I remembered about the ask about the vampire abilities (time travel, walking in the sun, compulsion) and I need to ask, what are the werewolf abilities?

and Steve own abilities since he can become a giant werebat and being the most convincing conman

Hi there!

So, werewolves can shapeshift into canines of course. But they also heal faster than humans, are stronger than humans, and they have a generally better sense of smell and hearing!

I also like to think they can see in the dark pretty well, too.

Steve specifically has... Well, his stuff is kind of messy. Werewolves and their relation to the moon and its cycle combined with vampires relationship to time led him to being unable to control his time travel, and instead it's forced around the cycle of the moon. This sort of goes with everything. He doesn't need blood to do things, but the werebat is insatiably hungry. It's extremely powerful, but uncontrollable. He doesn't need permission to enter a residence, but he also is incapable of compelling people.

The sort of thematic representation of this is all about his general place in the story as someone who has absolutely no choice, and that frustration of your agency being taken from you.

Him being a 'convincing conman' is a survival tactic, to be honest. It can make the difference between eating and not. With his only real benefit from all this supernatural upheaval being heightened senses, he's just become really observational and is able to read a room and adapt to it immediately. It's about the only thing that's kept him alive, besides the werebat... so really, it's the only thing that's kept the werebat out.

Some of this is admittedly getting into spoiler territory, though, but I do intend to canonize some things! I'm happy to delve more into the specifics once it's happened :)

[jrueships]

im going into my new work tomorrow, first time ever😐

[rapidhighway]

i might've fucked up -.-