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At Your Service

Escort!Jeongguk x CEO!Reader

Genre: Strangers to Lovers!AU, Angst, Fluff, Smut

Chapter 9.

Series Warnings (Will Be Updated): Angst, Fluff, Cold Heartedness, Emotional Trauma, Healing, Smut, Dark Humor

Warnings For This Chapter: Making Out, Pet Names, Praise, Jeongguk Has A Tongue Ring, Daddy Kink, Cunnilingus, Big Dick!Jeongguk, Begging, Unprotected Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Cream Pie

By the time you got home from the long night of social interactions with people who count money like sheep, it was just simply too dark to drive further from your mansion to take Jeongguk back home to his apartment.

It's not that you couldn't drive but then the rainstorm began and it wouldn't be safe with the slippery roads.

So now as it strikes one in the morning Jeon Jeongguk is paralyzed with fear to even be in your mansion at such a late hour.

"So where am I even supposed to sleep?" he inquires softly.

He sounds almost like a lost, scared child looking for his parents.

And you would feel bad for him if it wasn't hilarious and he wasn't almost thirty years old.

"Well none of the guest rooms have furniture so either on the couch that's harder than a rock or in my bed. Your choice, really," you reply, pulling your gloves slowly off your arms.

He opens his mouth to respond before tilting his head to look at the artistic couch down below the banister of the second floor, his eyebrows notch and he groans long and low at the prospect.

"I can't sleep in your bed! I'd be violating your privacy!" he guffaws, shaking his head sternly as if to wipe away any bad thoughts.

"Guk, the bed is from wall to wall. You don't have to sleep on top of me. You'll fall asleep and won't even remember a thing," you promise, unzipping the back of your dress and stepping into your closet.

"But…But… Why don't you have any furniture in your rooms anyway?!"

He sounds nervous and anxious, a sign that just screams to you that he might actually enjoy it if he just allows himself to.

When his eyes rake over the smooth skin of your back, the wildest of thoughts flit through his brain and he really loses all sense of self then.

"Because I don't want people staying over… duh," you chirp, stripping out of your dress.

"But I'm an exception?! You have no backbone!" Jeongguk scoffs, folding his arms childishly.

When he notices that he can catch the reflection of you getting naked in one of the glass doors that house your couture gowns, he wrestles with himself for a moment before turning to face the large fish tank at the end of the long hall.

"You sound embarrassed," you tease, grabbing your nightgown.

When you slip it over your head, your eye catches your shortest nightgown and you freeze.

You haven't had fun in a long time, probably longer than what most doctors would consider to be normal. So maybe tonight, just tonight, you'll have some fun.

"I'm not embarrassed! I could sleep next to you just fine! I just-just… It's not right! It'd be taking advantage!"

"It's not taking advantage," you counter, stepping outside of your closet, "and if you feel that way then you could sleep on the floor."

"I'm not gonna sleep on the floor! It's marbl-"

Jeongguk stops mid-sentence to choke on his own spit as you step in front of him. Your nightgown is incredibly short, the rich lace hem landing right below the curve of your ass. As for your breasts, well, he's lucky your nipples are covered.

With his eyes widening to the size of saucers, he opts to staring up at the ceiling.

"I think you're a baby," you tease, heading off towards your bedroom.

With every step you take, his eyes seem to become grounded more and more until they're watching your hips sway with criminal intent towards the room that has brought this panic on to begin with.

"Change," he begs, his voice sounding weak.

If his body did what it wanted without the help of his brain, he'd be crashing to his knees and crawling toward you begging to let him have any inch of you that you'd offer him.

"No, you're a baby," you giggle, entering your room.

"But-"

"Guk, it's just sleep. It's almost two in the morning. I'm exhausted. You can either sleep with me or on the floor, it's up to you but I'm laying down now."

The handsome escort makes his second fatal mistake by watching you crawl into bed. Your breasts sway and you look at him with these doe-like eyes that make his legs go weak.

Luckily, he's holding himself upright as he leans against the doorjamb.

"I'm not staring at you all night as you loom over me in the distance like some kind of fever dream monster or something," you sigh, laying down on your side and putting your arm beneath your pillow for comfort.

"God!" the handsome man complains, walking over to the bed beside you.

He begins to strip off his clothes, revealing more and more of his golden toned skin that sings with black and grey ink.

He's staring at you hoping you don't stare at him but you do. Your eyes are becoming less and less dead by the second, every time a new ab is revealed your head is even lifting up off of the pillow.

"I thought you were tired?" Guk chuckles.

Now it's your turn to get defensive.

"I am! I'm not looking at you!" you retort, turning away from him with pinched eyebrows.

Now he's got his confidence back.

When you're flustered it's easier for him to play around, he's not used to being flustered himself.

"Come on, baby," he purrs playfully, crawling into bed behind you and pressing his bare chest to your back, "kiss me."

"God! Go sleep on the floor!" you hiss, squeezing your eyes shut and shimmying down the bed away from him.

His chuckle is deep and delighted, almost carefree to the point of dangerousness.

"That…" he begins, wrapping his arm around your stomach and pressing his lips to your ear, "would be uncomfortable. You were right, it's just sleep. I can stay the night in bed with you."

His cologne is still pleasant and it tickles your senses to have him so close.

Guk's arm is warm and comforting around you, not so much claustrophobic as you would have assumed.

The air is turning into something tumultuous, something powerful and Earth shatteringly dangerous.

You're getting turned on.

You can feel every inch of his hard muscled chest and stomach digging into your scantily clad back and the escort is doing nothing to stop it.

"I'm not paying you for this," you remind him, grabbing a pillow and squeezing it to your front for comfort.

"You're not paying me at all, Y/N," he counters, closing his eyes, "If you want me to stop, just say so. I respect that no means no."

But you don't utter a word.

Jeongguk shifts closer, allowing you to feel the effect you have on him.

The globes of your ass are supple against his hips and you can feel his erection digging into you for relief.

Your lips open in surprise but you only squeeze your eyes tighter.

"You don't fuck clients," you whisper, gripping the pillow against your chest harder.

"No," he agrees, drifting his lips over the shell of your ear slowly, "you're not paying me, you're not my client, baby."

Jeongguk fucking wants this. He's throwing caution to the wind, he might be making a hell of a mistake but he'll take that on the chin too.

He knows you both have a connection, he knows he's into you and he thinks you're pretty into him too.

"Do you not want me to touch you, Wednesday?" he asks seriously, sitting up on his elbow.

"No," you answer immediately.

"Okay," he breathes, pulling away from you.

You shimmy your way farther across the bed before the encroaching loneliness begins to eat at you again.

When Guk is around you, you don't have time to feel it.

So all you do is pout.

You're confused! You don't know what to do! You want to be happy and live in lalaland but can you really indulge in that?!

"Yes," you say in the silent bedroom.

The escort is on you in a matter of moments, pressing his full lips to yours in a searingly hot kiss.

Your hands tangle into his black locks and you tug softly. He hums against you greedily, the sound sending tingles through your limbs at a satisfying pace.

"C'mere, c'mere," he hisses, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you up into his lap.

He feels like a drug addict, he's strung out on you and he needs more to function

Your legs wrap around his waist and when you whimper against his lips, his eyes roll back.

"Is this expensive?" he inquires, wrapping his fingers in the spaghetti straps of your nightgown.

"Yes," you answer, pulling away from him.

"Oh, good," he breathes, tugging roughly and feeling the fabric turn to strings before him.

He lays you down softly, watching how your hair billows out around you in tendrils on your pillow. Guk stays nestled between your thighs, running a free hand over your skin.

"You're so smooth and soft," he groans, pulling the useless fabric away from your body to see all of you.

At this moment, you want to cover up and hide. You want to push him off and just curl into the fetal position.

He can see that. He can see the sudden fright in his eyes and his heart hurts at the sight.

"I'm right here, just focus on me," he whispers, pulling at your hands until he lays them flat against his chest.

Your nails dig into his skin softly and the hiss he gives, the way his hips rut to yours on instinct has you distracted all over again.

Finally, he lets his eyes travel down your body.

"God, you're perfect," he mumbles, cupping your breasts.

"Guk, I-I don't know. I'm not… I don't…" you whisper, looking up at him.

When his mocha irises meet yours, they soften. "We can stop, do you want to stop, baby?"

He goes to retract his hands but the prospect of not having him might eat you alive more than if you do.

"I don't know," you answer honestly.

"That's not an answer," he chuckles, leaning down and kissing you softly.

His tongue fights for dominance with yours and it wins so easily that you can feel the ice cold walls around your heart melt within seconds.

You don't want to stop.

But you're scared.

So you're truthful with him and you voice it.

"I'm not going anywhere, Wednesday. I'm not Jasper. I'm here with you, I'm not leaving," he promises.

He's so confident and so heartfelt with his words that you just let yourself be.

You don't want to be this person anymore.

You aren't this person with Jeongguk and you really like that.

He makes you forget heartache and pain, he makes you forget anger and emptiness.

"Do you want this?" he asks, brushing some stray hairs from your face.

"Yes," you nod, giving a shaky breath.

His smile is wide and beaming and he caresses your cheek with the softest touch.

"Good girl," he praises softly, going back to his earlier route.

The praise has your mind spinning, like you're on some kind of serotonin drug.

His hands cup your breasts and he can only compliment them as his lips trail down your neck. "You've got a gorgeous body, Wednesday."

His thumbs flick at your hardening nipples and your back arches with a whimper that sounds so odd tumbling from your lips.

"That's it, gorgeous," Guk hisses, wrapping his perfect lips around your pert nipple.

He hasn't touched a woman in ages either, he himself hasn't been touched in what feels like years.

The escort wants this so badly, he can't even remind himself to pace himself, he just needs you, he just wants you so badly that it feels like his heart is going to beat out of his chest.

"Say my name," he whispers, moving to your unattended breast and flicking your nipple with the tip of his tongue.

The action sends shivers up your spine and you cry out softly for more.

"Jeongguk!"

His eyes flutter closed at the sincerity of the word and he's all but ready to just give his whole self to you.

He could fall in love with you right now if he's not careful.

One hand continues to play with your breast, pinching and plucking at you until you're short of breath while the other rips your satin underwear away from your core with ease.

"Oh my God," you gasp, putting your head back and squeezing your eyes shut.

The escort kisses down your stomach until his arms are wrapping around your thighs to cage you into a device of his making.

He licks his lips, ogling how much arousal has made you a sodden mess before him and he wants to scream to Heavens to thank them for this opportunity.

"You okay?" Guk inquires sweetly, kissing from your knee to your inner thigh.

"Y-Yeah," you breathe, lifting up on your elbows.

"Good," he hisses, licking a flat stripe up your folding.

Your hands grip at the sheets, mouth dropping open at how warm and wet his mouth is.

"Tongue ring or no tongue ring?" he asks, letting his tongue hang past his lips.

"J-... I-... What?!" you whine, bunching your hands up in his hair.

His smirk is devilish and he chuckles deeply. "Tongue ring it is."

He begins to devour you, suckling and licking at your slit like a man possessed and you crash back down to the bed with moans ripping from your throat.

"Oh fuck! Guk!" you cry out, tugging roughly in his hair.

"Call me daddy," he murmurs, wrapping his lips around your swollen nub.

You're so blissed out that you can't even process his words but you still do as told. "Daddy! Oh my God!"

"Good girl," Guk breathes, inching two fingers towards your entrance.

Your lungs heave with heavy breaths and you watch with rapid fascination as he inches his fingers inside of you.

"You're fucking tight," Jeongguk groans heartily, attaching his lips back to your clit.

He fucks his fingers into you quickly, subsiding the burn of the stretch immediately.

Your legs tingle with pleasure and your toes curl, your mind is jumbled up and all you can feel is this deep ache within your stomach getting bigger and bigger.

When you had sex before, Jasper never looked up at you. He never even went down on you usually but Jeongguk is so present with you.

He stares up at you like he wants to see your pleasure, he wants to treasure this moment. He adores how you writhe and moan for him, he wants you to give everything over to him.

There's adoration in his eyes and you've never seen that before so it pushes you towards the precipice even faster.

He fucks his fingers into you dilligently, groaning at your taste and how loud your moans are that echo off the mansion walls.

"Give it to me, baby," he seethes through his teeth, "I can feel your pussy begging for it."

The handsome man between your legs curls his fingers quickly to the soft patch of muscles inside of you and you yelp softly at the overwhelming feeling.

It's like he already knows how to coax what he wants from you.

"Cum for me and I'll give you my cock," he promises.

It's strange how even in the throes of pleasure you can still find the sassiness you've become so used to peeking out of you. "Wh-Who said I want it?"

Guk chuckles against you, the ragged, hot breath making your back bow. "This pretty pussy says, now cum for me."

He curls his fingers faster until the ache in your stomach bursts and your thighs lock around his shoulders.

Your orgasm is filled with loud moans and white eyelids, your body quivers and racks and Jeongguk sits up to watch it all.

Fuck, you're gorgeous.

Why don't you understand this?

How is he going to make you understand?

Pulling his cock out of his briefs, he strokes it leisurely, waiting for you to come back down to Earth with him.

When your ears stop ringing, you blink once or twice only to be met with the beautiful sight before you.

His cock is long, longer than you expected and so thick that it makes your breath catch. The mushroom tip is red with need and the precum that weeps from his slit is so enticing that your legs open up for him without a second thought.

"Do you want to?" he inquires, leaning down to kiss you.

The kiss is slow and passionate, and he lets go of his cock to hold your face between his hands.

You nod against his lips and he can only smirk.

"Fuck me," you beg, dragging your fingers over his arms.

"Yes ma'am," he whispers, leaning up on his elbow.

You don't know this but he's not going to fuck you. He's going to make love to you but he won't tell you that because it would probably scare the hell out of you.

He positions himself at your entrance, staring deeply into your eyes.

This feels almost too emotional for you but you can't seem to tear your eyes away from his for even a second.

Guk enters you slowly, groaning at the tightness before kissing you languidly to distract you from the stretch.

"Oh my God!" you groan against his lips.

"I'm sorry, is it too big?" he asks with a knowing smile.

"No!" you hiss, letting your eyes flutter shut.

"Oh, no? It's not the biggest cock you've taken in this tight little pussy?" he teases, pulling out and thrusting roughly into you.

Your moan is so loud it could constitute for a scream and you grab for anything to steady yourself.

He gives you his hands, intertwining them and holding them over your head.

"You're so beautiful, Wednesday," he whispers, pressing his forehead to yours.

"Daddy!" you whine, squeezing his hands.

"I got you, baby. I'm not going anywhere. I promise," Jeongguk avows, thrusting into you harder.

His promise is heartfelt and sincere and that radiates deep inside of you.

Every thrust has meaning and an intention to solidify that.

"God, this pussy feels so fucking good. You're so fucking wet!"

"All for you," you breathe.

You're sincere too.

And he knows it.

"Fuck," he curses, picking up the pace.

Your breasts jiggle with his movements and your mind is muddling again all on its own.

He lets one hand go to slide it down your stomach until it nestles against your throbbing bud and he rubs smooth, fast circles.

"Daddy! Fuck! Yes!"

"Yeah? You like that? You want more, baby? You want to cum for me again?"

You nod incessantly, wrapping your legs around his waist.

"Then cum," he coos softly, burying his face in your neck.

Your perfume wraps him in this loving shroud where nothing could ever bother him. You keep him peaceful in this moment.

"I feel it, baby, give it to me. Your pussy is milking my cock so nicely," he groans muffled into your skin.

"G-Guk!" you cry out, squeezing his one hand tighter.

The way you call his name, the anxiousness behind it has him lifting his head.

"I'm right here, Y/N," he whispers, kissing you and coaxing the orgasm from you peacefully.

You whine loudly against his lips, letting go of everything.

The escort groans loudly at how your pussy clenches around him, practically begging him for his seed so he can only comply.

"Oh fuck! I'm cumming! I'm cumming, baby girl!"

His thrusts become shorter and harder until he spills his seed inside of you with shaky breath.

"Baby," he moans loudly, wrapping his arms around you.

Both of your hearts are beating so fast that it feels like they might just give up out of nowhere without warning.

He pulls out of you slowly, laying down by your side and he doesn't even give you a chance to pull away. He wraps his arms around you, burying his face in your hair as he closes his eyes.

There's comfortable silence for a while, it's so comfortable that you haven't even had a chance to begin to worry yet.

"I want you to meet my dog," he mumbles sleepily, kissing your shoulder.

"Your dog?" you inquire with a tired giggle.

"He's the only other one that means more to me in this universe than anything."

"The only other one?" you breathe curiously.

He smirks tiredly, closing his eyes.

"Yeah. You heard me, Wednesday."

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8. Torn

⎔ MASTERLIST ⎔ REQUESTS ⎔ TWILIGHT ⎔ BOUNDARIES ⎔

Word Count: 6.1K

Warnings: Mentions of drugs, fluff, Arguments/violence, mentions of violence,

A/N: I enjoyed writing this, seems I enjoy being destructive. Comment below if you wanna be tagged for this or any other works. Some of you who asked to be tagged for some reason aren’t showing up as accounts anymore, if you’ve changed name let me know.

Thanks for the continued support x

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Mortified. That’s what you felt while still standing between his legs in his embrace, listening to the storm rage outside while all of a sudden there was a deep rumble that came from inside you. You winced against his chest hoping he hadn’t heard or that perhaps he would pass it off as thunder. Then it happened again, but this time it was fiercer and you’re pretty sure your entire stomach vibrated with the sheer force. If he hasn’t heard, he’ll have felt the tremor.

God. That’s so unattractive.

You feel Paul stroke hair away from your face and tuck it behind your ear. Despite appearances you’ve come to find him a gentle being, or maybe that’s because these gentiles involve you. You look at him, both studying each other as the desire to kiss him again drives you crazy. Just as you decided to make a move a third rumble sounds which brings a playful smile to his mouth.

“You’re hungry…” he rests his forehead against yours, sounding deflated.

“No, that wasn’t-” your stomach interrupts. You bite your lip to stop from laughing “okay, maybe a tiny bit” you admit, realising you hadn’t eaten all day. “Not that I’m asking, no expecting, you to feed… well I’m not starving… I can wait, it’s my fault for not-” you’re interrupted once more as he tenderly places a kiss on your lips before brushing his nose against yours.

“You’re cute” he kisses you again as his hands squeeze your waist. You lean into him, deepening the kiss. “As much as I’m enjoying this” he kisses you again “feeding you…” his lips travel along your jaw and start to descend your neck “ …my top priority…” he takes a playful nip at the love bite in the crook of your neck, making you jump at the change in contact.

“Ouchie” you jump away from him, playfully pushing his arms away.

“That’s one way to get you moving” he teases, arms returning to the furniture he’s leaning on. The muscles flex under the skin, a move you feel is utterly deliberate and meant to have you melting. You stick your tongue out as you back away, knees knocking against the bed frame forcing you to sit. You bring one leg up onto the mattress, placing the foot against the opposite thigh. Your fingers start playing with the hem of the sweater you wore as your eyes bore into him, with such intensity he could swear you were his mortal enemy, harbouring dark feelings towards him.

“What?” Your hands fly to the side, smacking the bed sheets. The corner of your mouth upturns ever so slightly despite your hardest to keep a straight face.

“I can never tell with you…” he shakes his head and walks towards you, dropping to his knees with graceful surety. Warmth spreads through your legs as his hands find a home on your thighs. He’s face to face, staring at point blank range into your eyes “...I should always be able to, but it comes and goes…” You strain to hear his whispering as he thinks aloud.

“You’re not a superhuman” you joke, your voice bringing him out from his mindful trance.

“Huh?” he questions, a stunned look across his face, as if someone had just slapped him.

“I said you’re not a superhuman!” you reiterate, noticing the twitch in the corner of his mouth as if trying to suppress a smile, ignoring it you move on “Just do what every other human does, ask questions. You know, like how are you? What’s going on…” you start listing off examples as he moves in closer again. You’re suddenly aware that he’s between your legs and your mouth feels drier than a desert. “... or um, how are you feeling?” you swallow as you lose concentration, your eyes fixated on his lips.

“And how are you?” he questions, cockiness to his tone. The grip on your thighs tightens slightly.

“How am I what?” You swallow, trying your hardest to moisten your mouth.

“Feeling.” He suggests, eyes roaming your face for an answer despite it being obvious from the pink blush of your cheeks and the change in breathing, which brings him joy to no end.

“Oh, um…” you drag your eyes away from his lips to see him studying you. The colour of your cheeks deepens as you're caught red handed, your desire evident. “I think you know…” you trail off while leaning forward into him.

“Mhmm, you’re feeling hungry.” He teases as you roll your eyes in response. Momentarily he sucks his teeth while thinking of a solution. You’d guessed there would be no food here, judging by the lack of facilities. “Okay.” He stands in one swift motion, and heads into the gloom of the main room. You follow, propping yourself against the doorframe. The air feels colder in here, your breath crossing in front of you in smokey tendrils.

“What are you doing?” you ask, bemused, as you watch him move around like a headless chicken. Surprised, you watch him produce an apple from the pocket of a discarded jacket. He pads over to you, leaving footprints in the dust covered floor, and presents the fruit to you with a wave of his hand.

“Surprised I had anything?” he chuckles, holding it up to your face.

“No, more surprised that you own a jacket since I’ve ever seen you wear a top.” You take the apple from him, a cheeky smile on your face. Nevertheless, you don’t forget your manners and give him a grateful thank you. He leans down and plants a kiss on your forehead, a gesture that's becoming increasingly welcomed by yourself, before heading towards the front door. “Where are you going?”

“Source more food” he yells over the noise of the storm.

“You can’t go out in that!” He turns to face you, hand opening the door, and gives you a cheeky wink before delving head first into the storm. Finding it hard to believe he would venture out in this weather, you gingerly make your way to the door, stepping in patches that had less dust to avoid dirtying your feet as much as possible. You greatly underestimated the force of the storm as you opened the door to peek. It flies backwards slamming into the wall, as the wind whips your wet hair around causing it to slap against your face.

“Paul?” you yell, your hand flying up to shield your eyes from the rain which pounds down, driven in by the ferocity of the storm. You jump backwards as something wraps around your leg. “What the hell!” you shriek, confusion sweeping over you. A pair of very wet shorts clings to you after having been blown in off the porch. If you weren’t mistaken, they were the shorts Paul had been wearing, but they can’t be. Why on earth would he take them off? Before getting absolutely drenched you fight the storm to close the front door and then battle the wet material of the shorts as you pull them from you. Having caught a chill from the open door you make your way back to the bedroom and decide to get under the covers after deeming them clean enough. You sit crossed legged against the headboard, the duvet pulled up under your arms as you munch on the apple utterly perplexed by the events of the day and feeling exhausted. You don’t remember falling asleep but you must have as a loud knock wakes you.

Footsteps sound in the other room as someone goes to answer the door, a second loud knock resonating through the building. You strain to hear voices, still half asleep and content to stay that way. Despite the worst of the storm passing, it was still nigh on impossible to hear much over the sound of the wind against the old house. You settle back into the comfort of the bed and pull your legs towards your chest for warmth. You’re aware of someone entering the room and are comforted by their presence. The bed dips beside you as they sit down. Gently a hand pushes hair behind your ear and you feel hot breath hit your cheek.

“Are you still hungry?” Paul’s familiar deep voice whispers, tickling your ear as he does so. With your eyes still closed you nod against the pillow, the faint pain of hunger eating away at your stomach but the desire for five more minutes of sleep fighting all else. “Embry brought the truck over, the rain is still coming down quite heavy.”

“Mhmm” you open your eyes at the mention of Embry and scan the room. To your relief he’s not in the room with you both. “I fell asleep” you inform Paul, still in a daze.

“So you did” he chuckles and you sit up and face him. “Ready?” he smiles, taking in your appearance. He can’t deny the sight of you in his bed drives him crazy especially when you look all cute and sleepy, but the need to look after you overcomes any desires that build up.

“Not really.” You look down at your attire and shiver at the sight of bare legs. Your clothes will still be soaked through so not much can be done. Paul wraps an arm around your waist and one under your legs before shifting your weight to sit on his lap. Softly he kisses your cheek.

“You look gorgeous, just saying.” he plants another kiss, this time on your lips “I’ve wanted to do that for the past hour” he admits before stealing another kiss. Satisfied he stands up still carrying you and heads for the door.

“I do have the use of my legs you know.” you point out but think better of protesting as you remember the dirty floor.

“What you don’t have is a pair of dry shoes though.” Somehow he manages to juggle carrying you and the opening and closing of the front door simultaneously. Yes he physically looked strong but you’re starting to realise that his looks were deceiving and don’t show the half of it.

The rain had stopped but the wind was stronger than ever. You wonder how this ramshackle house is still standing. You watch it as Paul carries you away, sadness filling you as you cling to him. Questions circle your brain. What is this building? Does he live here? But it's empty, I wouldn’t even call this the bare necessities… Secretly you hope that it’s some renovation flip project and that he has a warm cosy place to live, perhaps with family; a mother who likes to cook and always has food on the table, the father welcoming and making dad jokes all the time, but something about the scenario you put together doesn’t feel right for Paul. Instinctively you hold onto him tighter and you feel his grip on you tighten in response. Turning your head you spot the truck, it's battered but looks like it’ll do the job for offroading as there appears to be no tarmac in sight. A glance at the ground would show a makeshift driveway, put together with mud and gravel, but anyone would be forgiven for missing this as the weeds and long grass have completely enveloped it.

“I thought you said Embry was here?” you ask, confused as he’s nowhere to be seen as Paul opens the passengers side door. Your eyes briefly scan the surroundings but are distracted as Paul starts to strap you in, his hands brushing your bare skin. Goosebumps follow in the wake of his touch. “I can do that” you offer, taking the seat belt from his hands. His eyes briefly flicker to the goosebumps before letting you finish the job. Neither of you say anything as he shuts the door and goes around to the driver's side, pushing a pile of clothes into the middle of the bench seat so he could have more room. You take in Paul’s appearance, noticing he’s wearing a tank top and a different pair of cargo shorts from earlier. So had the pair that attached to your leg earlier been his after all?

“You okay?” he asks as he starts the engine, noticing your quietness.

“Yeah, just in a sleepy zone” you lie, the cold of the wind had made damn sure to fully wake you. Instead you were contemplating what the significance of the constant discarding of clothes could be. Were they naturalists? Surely Embry hadn’t driven here to then decide he’d prefer walking miles in the cold with no clothes?! That’s if the pile of clothes are his. You spend the drive leaning against the window, feigning tiredness, all the while trying to find a reasonable explanation for the oddities. It doesn’t take long to recognize where you are, especially when Sarah’s car comes into view. You stifle a groan as you once again look down and take in your appearance, knowing what Sarah would think with you turning up in his clothing. You realise that Paul is staring before he reaches over and touches your thigh which brings your attention to him.

“No one will care or even notice.” He calmly tells you as if able to read your mind.

“I can think of at least one person that will have something to say.” You argue, eyes straying from his as you imagine the embarrassment in store.

“Hey” he squeezes your thigh before leaning over and softly kissing your forehead. Instinctively you close your eyes and drink in his scent, savouring every moment as he moves in closer. “We can go, but Em is a good cook…” At the thought of food your stomach rumbles and all other thoughts are expelled from your mind. You let out a noise of longing as you imagine what could right now be on the dinner table, your gaze straying from the man beside you to the warm glow of the cabin in the woods.

“It wouldn’t harm just popping in, saying hello…” you suggest.

“Mhmm” he chuckles “Of course only to say hello” he mocks before exiting the vehicle to come get you from the passenger's side. The door opens and immediately the wind pushes inside, stealing any warmth that had generated in the cab. You shiver then shimmy to the edge of the seat before swinging your legs over. A pleasant shock erupts across your nerves as your knees come into contact with Paul, his warmth unbelievable in this miserable weather. “What do you think? Five or ten minutes? Is that long enough just to say hi?” he continues the joke, a playful smile tugging at his lips.

“Shut up” you insist as you pull on his shirt, catching him off guard with a kiss. He leans in to deepen it, hands planting themselves into the seat either side of you. Your tongue runs along his bottom lip causing him to break from you. You notice how deep his breathing is as he rests his forehead against yours with eyes tightly closed as if in pain. To soothe him you place a kiss on his neck just under his jaw, where you fit perfectly like part of a jigsaw; as if made for him. He sucks in a sharp breath which confuses you. “What’s wrong?” you ask, worry evident in your tone.

Paul finally opens his eyes, a smile once again playing across his features. He expels a sigh before tucking loose hairs behind your ears. “Nothing is wrong my sweet girl.” You blush at his use of the phrase my girl with a sense of elation spreading from your chest. “I’ve never been good at restraining my impulses and you’re testing each and every one of them.” He laughs but you can sense the warning that hides beneath the surface.

“Let's go say our hellos then.” You try to bring the focus back to something lighter but you can’t help from feeling curious at the mention of his so called impulses. In one motion he picks you up, gently removing you from the truck. This time you remove an arm from his neck to close the door as he walks you past to the stairs of the cabin. “Put me down on the porch please” You tell him as you reach the final step. “Let's try to draw the least amount of attention possible”. You explain.

As gently as he picked you up, he places you back on your feet, the wooden porch feeling rough underfoot. You squeeze his hand to give him a silent thanks. He reciprocates the motion before leading you to the door. The sound of twigs snapping makes you dart your gaze towards the treeline. For the briefest second you think you see eyes glowing in the gloom but they’re gone in a blink.

“Did you hear-” you start to ask, realising it was probably normal to hear that out here amongst the wildlife. Just as you move your gaze back to Paul you hear the door of the truck slam shut. Paul’s head briefly glances towards the vehicle affirming the noise in your head, but he doesn't give it more than a few seconds' attention before continuing to lead you into the cabin. It feels like he’s rushing you inside which piques your curiosity. You look through the open doorway but all you see are branches swaying on the trees from the wind. Or as if they’d been disturbed by something. And then the view is cut off as Paul closes the door. The distraction had stopped you worrying until this moment. The sound of chatter and laughter fills your ears, your back facing the crowd around the table. Paul watches as you turn to face them all and senses you relax as the group pays no attention to you both. He places his hand on your back, urging you on.

“Don’t be shy” he leans down to whisper. Familiar eyes catch yours from across the room as Sarah looks up from the table for a second, noticing how you blush as he whispers in your ear. You move in unison, holding his hand while examining the table and kitchen counters as copious amounts of food sit on serving plates. Paul grabs the last clean plate before dragging you towards the food.

“What do you want?” he asks, eyeing you from his high vantage point. You move in closer to his body, wrapping yourself around the arm you’d been holding. Hiding his true motive from the rest of the room, he leans down to kiss your head, getting close enough to whisper so only you can hear. “Someone’s gone all shy.” He wasn’t mocking, his tone was comforting, his enclosed hand rubbing circles on yours with his thumb. Unable to speak, you nod to his statement. You hear him make a hum of acknowledgment as he thinks. “Squeeze my hand if it’s something you don’t want.” He tells you as he puts the plate down to pick up a serving spoon. It really being a two handed job, it takes a while, but he doesn’t mind as keeping you comfortable is equally as important as feeding you. Feeling brave you peek behind you, relaxing in the knowledge that absolutely no one is paying attention. Ever so slightly do you loosen your grip on Paul but never do you entirely let go.

The front door slams open, startling you, as Embry walks in, pulling a T-shirt over his head at the same time. The very shirt that had been in the truck a few minutes ago. Everyone watches as he makes an ordeal of his entrance, struggling to get his head through the hole. You make a mental note that Embry is probably the comic of the group.

“Goddamn is it windy out there!” he yells as his head pokes out the top of the shirt. His foot finds the door and it once again slams as it shuts. His eyes make contact with yours, a million questions swimming in the deep depths of your irises. As you begin to purse your lips in preparation for your questioning his eyes travel to Paul. “Oh hey Paul!” he greets, “Hope you’ve left some food” an underlying tone of sarcasm laces his words before he heads across the room, avoiding your gaze. You notice another pair of eyes looking at you questioningly. Sarah glances between you and Embry and then back to Paul, a million questions also plaguing her. She takes a sip from the mug in her hand and raises an eyebrow as she comes to a conclusion, one which you’ll likely not enjoy.

Pulling you away from her glare, Paul settles against the counter with you between his legs, and finds a way to hold the plate and you in his arms simultaneously. You pick at the food but with him sharing it, you find the plate is empty before long and discarded on the counter next to you, allowing him to properly hold you in his big arms which are folded over your tummy. Nervously you trace patterns across the tanned skin of his forearms as you lose yourself to memories of the last time you’d been in this kitchen with Paul and the kiss you almost shared, which wads you to the kisses that you’ve shared this day, the echo of his lips against yours, hot with desire. A flush creeps up your neck at the thoughts as you lean your head back against his chest, eyes peering up at him. You noticed him engaged in conversation with the group, his chest shaking beneath you as he released a deep laugh. You admire the way that his eyes scrunch up as the laugh encapsulates his entire face, his smile so big and infectious you can’t help but feel happy. This is the moment, the one you’ll think back on as the moment you realised how deeply you feel for this man. Despite not knowing him for long or fully understanding how, you can no longer deny to yourself how you feel. Sensing eyes on you once again you decide an explanation is needed from you. You gently peel Paul’s arms off you and swallow the fear that now eats at you. You can sense how uncomfortable Paul becomes when you start walking across the room, how he fights the urge to follow you. It’s apparent to all as you stop behind Sarah who’s watching him intently, a burning hatred evident in her eyes as they bore into his soul. Her stare doesn’t break when you wrap your arms around her neck and lean down to hug her, nor when you whisper hello, she just responds with a curt acknowledgement.

“I think we need a chat.” You suggest, the words almost not wanting to leave your body. She nods against your hug.

“Good idea” she finally turns her head towards you, her eyes taking longer to meet yours as they linger on the object of her disdain. “Perhaps in the car later.” The thought of later and of driving away from this place is something that fills you with sadness and threatens to drive your heart into an anxious frenzy. Maybe there’s an alternative, one where you don’t have to leave, but your mother…

You withdraw from the hug, standing with your hands on Sarah’s shoulders before retracting those too. You see Paul’s jaw clench as he watches you disappear inside, back behind those walls he’s only just managed to climb. You want to go to him, reach out for the safety of the shore as you’re swept out into the depths, but the current is too strong. Desperately you want to go somewhere quiet, suddenly finding the noise of chatter deafening. Without thinking, your eyes fixate on the latecomer to the gathering, watching as he stuffs a muffin into his mouth, crumbs falling onto the T-shirt you’d only just seen him put on.

“What's the deal with the nakedness Embry?” you ask with an accusing tone. The confidence to ask comes from the need to distract yourself and the desire for answers. Embry almost chokes on his food as the faces of everyone else turn to look at the two of you, confusion and anger present on many of them apart from Paul’s which lights up in amusement.

“The what?” Sarah shoots at you, a puzzled look upon her face. “Why are you seeing him naked, I thought you and Paul-” she starts, earning a glare from you. Whatever she thought she did or did not know, you don’t appreciate the snide comment.

“No, I…We…” you stutter and shake your head “that’s not the point, the point is, why drive all the way to us to walk back naked?” you draw the subject of conversation back to Embry.

“Looks like you need to keep an eye out Paul, your girl’s sure interested in Embry’s nakedness” one of the group teases, making you feel angry at their inability to take anything seriously.

“Hey! I’m not his girl-” your voice gets lost amongst the boy’s growing jests and is only noticed by Sarah.

“Yeah, looks like I need to be careful around you” Embry flashes a grin and winks in your direction earning laughs from everyone. Sarah mutters something incoherent under her breath.

“Jared, Embry, that's enough” Sam’s scalding voice booms above the ruckus. The laughter dies away as he stands and comes over to you. “Looks like you’ll fit in around here,” he announces loudly to the whole room before lowering his pitch for your ears only “Just don’t let them bully you.” He smiles before heading to the door and leaving into the growing dark.

“I wasn’t bullying” Embry whispers to himself while sulking and eating another muffin.

“Lighten up” The one you assumed to be Jared, shoves him playfully.

“You lighten up” Embry retorts, shoving him back.

“Oh, you wanna go?” Jared stands up “Common then, outside.” He almost growls before the whole room erupts into laughter again. They both lean in, hands gripping the forearms of the other. “I’m only joking.” Jared laughs.

“Only because you know I’d take you.” Embry taunts, a shocked expression plastering Jared’s face.

“Right, you’re on boy.” Jared jumps to his feet along with Embry and they both run from the cabin. One of them pretends to howl like a wolf as they run down the porch steps and follow Sam into the darkness.

After witnessing the entire scene, a confused laugh bubbles to the surface and forces its way out as you take one of the now vacated seats. “I’ll pretend I know what just happened” you say, hysterics threatening to follow. From the look on Sarah’s face you can tell she’s just as confused as you.

“Trust me, that’s what I do” Emily starts gathering empty plates, busying herself. “I never know what's going on with these ones” she gestures towards the boys.

“Ouch!” one you've not met before, feigns hurt. “I’m Seth by the way,” he’s quieter than the rest, “It’s nice to finally meet Pauls-” he looks between the two of you trying to decide what words are best to use.

“Yes, I’d like to know what you guys are.” Sarah chimes in, Seth instantly looks down at the table, feeling guilty for bringing on her accusing tone. “I mean, for God's sake!” her hands slam down on the table as she shoots to her feet, evidently coming to the end of her patience.

“Sarah-” You try to soothe her, but it doesn't have the desired effect.

“Don’t!” she warns, her voice barely concealing the anger.

“Sarah please don’t” you try to plead with her not to leave, following her outside as she ignores your voice. “Sarah, talk to me.” Frustration boils beneath your surface as you start to feel torn between your friend and… well, whatever he is to you.

“Like you talk to me?” she snaps back. “Some friendship this is” she scoffs, opening the door to her car. Your hand pushes back against the metal, slamming it to stop her from leaving.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you fold your arms defensively across your chest, blinking rapidly to stop tears from forming.

“I’ve done nothing but be there for you during whatever this is” She gestures all around and then at you “I’ve tried talking to you, hell, I’ve even covered for you to your family, to our boss. I’ve had your back this entire time, despite warning you.”

“Warning me? What warning?”

Sarah stares at you, eyes wide, the hurt evident. “He’s bad news and you can’t see that.” she rubs her eyes to hide how glassy they’ve become. “Did he tell you what happened to your job? Did he fucking tell you our boss ended up in hospital?”

“What?” The shock of her statement was written all over your face. He’d left that detail out. A smile pulls at Sarah’s mouth followed by a laugh.

“Of course he didn’t” she continues to drive her point. “He has major anger issues. What’s to stop him from doing that to you?”

“No” you shake your head “he wouldn't do that to me, he wouldn’t… I know-”

“You don’t know him!” she grabs your arms and shakes you “Listen to me! See the signs! Look at what’s happened! First he drugs you”

“Hold on, that’s not what happened-”

“Second, he puts your boss in danger” she cuts you off and starts listing things that have happened, counting them on her fingers “And then just today, You were mad at him and the next thing you’re running off and I’ve got a group of messed up weirdos telling me you’re with him and then you turn up barely dressed! What am I supposed to think?” She’s exasperated and confused as she slaps he sees with her arms.

“If I wanted a lecture I’d have clued my mother in on all this!” your anger has returned. You sense his presence watching from the cabin window; it does little to calm you. If anything it spurs you on, feeling the need to defend him. “You don’t understand.”

“Then tell me” Sarah begs you.

“I can’t…there are no words.” Seeing her look of disappointment, you give an explanation a go “It sounds ridiculous but it's like in the movies, when they say love at first sight. I can’t get him out of my head, I need to be around him. It hurts to be apart-”

“God, just listen to yourself. Do you know how crazy you sound? How can you love someone you barely know? You sound delusional.” she grabs your head, moving it to face what little light resonates from the cabin. She moves in closer, studying your eyes before snapping her head round to face Paul as he emerges from the building. “Have you drugged her again?” Sarah starts towards him, hurling more accusations. You yell after her, trying to stop it before it happens, knowing what Sarah gets like with a bee in her bonnet. You grab her by the elbow, pulling her astray and yanking her back to face you.

“Stop please” you almost sob. She pulls her arm free to which you grab her again.

“Stay away from her, you hear me?” she turns her attention back to Paul who had made his way over. “I know what you are!” she spits at him. For a brief second, panic enters Paul’s eyes “I’ve known men like you my whole life. Let her go!” She tries to reach for him with her free arm, only just about managing to give him a slight shove, which to a man his size, was nothing. Frustrated, Sarah lashes out, she pushes her elbow back into you, causing you to stumble and fall to the ground. You don’t cry out as white hot pain sears up your hip, the scream held back by panic. You watch as Sarah, having released herself from your grip, lands a blow to Paul’s face. Despite the pain, you push to your feet and put yourself between the two of them before more damage is done. Sarah stands back, the anger dissipating as she watches you put yourself in her path, your hand resting on Paul’s chest to stop his advance. Disappointment replaces her anger as you yell for her to stop like she’s the monster; your words to him being kinder and much softer. Truth of the matter is you can sense his anger and if what she said was true between Paul and your boss, you needed to do whatever it was to stop him from doing that to Sarah. You still weren’t sure he was capable of that, not after seeing how gentle he has been with you, but what if he also gets the feeling to protect and defend you, the same one you experienced earlier? What would it drive him to do?

“Well,” Sarah starts walking backwards, taking in the scene. Waves of sadness lap at you as tears fall from her eyes. “I guess you’ve made your choice then.” She chokes on the last sentence as she turns to get into her car, the anger completely gone, replaced by emptiness in both of you. The sound of the car sputtering to life wakes you from the trance you entered. Your hand leaves Paul as your feet start to run towards her car.

“Don’t go,” you whisper, hoping that she would somehow hear. You wipe your own tears off on the back of your hand as you chase her car up the dirt track, knowing she can see you in the mirror. Paul’s concerned shouts drown out in white noise as you continue up the drive long after Sarah is still no longer in view. “Don’t go, not like this” you mumble as the pace slows to a walk, your feet clumsily taking you forward until your senses start to wake back up, reality whooshing back in. The pain at your hip is a reminder of events and the hollowness inside for the mourning of your only friend in this place. You stumble through the pain of your hip, now fully aware of the presence that follows you. The urge to run into his arms is overwhelming as you crave comfort but doubt has started to creep back in, sowing its seed in your mind, so you ignore him for a little longer.

Eventually he approaches you, after your emotions settle. Allowing him to take you into his arms, you take a deep breath to savour the moment and solidify him in your memory. You’ve had time to think and time is what you need more than anything.

“I want to go home.” earlier the prospect of leaving Paul hurt more than anything but now you relish in the idea of space as you feel yourself shutting down. Although he doesn’t want to let you go, he knows he can’t smother you.

“Just don’t shut me out, talk to me.” He strokes your hair as he holds you, hoping his words would reach you deep inside, so you know that you’re not alone. You break from his hold as his words remind you of similar ones from Sarah.

Do I shut people out? I don’t mean to…

Briefly do you look into his eyes, the only feature to give away the pain he’s currently in, watching you go through this. Once again feeling sad you turn and head back down the track towards the cabin.

“Have I lost you?” his question cuts deeper than a knife, dissolving the last piece of your stability. “Tell me I haven’t lost you” his voice breaks as he pleads for an answer. It hurts you even more to hear him like this, you want to comfort him and tell him everything is okay but you can’t find it in you to do that.

“You’ll never lose me” you whisper as you put distance between the both of you. Despite it being almost inaudible, you feel certain he’s heard or senses it as his footfalls start to follow you once again. The words you whispered running over your mind in a constant loop. Seemingly you’ve made a choice this day; no matter what, you’re here for the long run. The idea of losing Paul, the hurt involved with that, outweighs everything else. The thought alone is almost enough to send you to the floor in a hysterical fit of hyperventilating and panic. He’ll never lose you.

Not that I have much choice in the matter.

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masterpiece (18+)

pairing: hwang hyunjin x amab reader

type: smut (minors and ageless blogs dni)

warnings: established relationship (hookup but not rly dating), kinda non-idol au, the reader’s gender is never explicitly mentioned just that they have a dick, hyunjin is called nicknames like pretty boy, sort of sub/dom dynamics, hyunjin is a brat (wbk), masterbation, mlm, anal, hand job, descriptions of readers cock and body, they come on a canvas idfk, implied second round

notes: wrote this for my friend’s birthday and thought i’d post it bc there are so few mlm and wlw kpop fics on here. when requests open up, please don’t request smut. i’m still not super keen on posting it 😅 but i hope y’all enjoy 🤍

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hyunjin was thrilled about his new apartment. he loved after so many years of living in a dorm with a bunch of other guys to have a place he could finally call his own. finally he was able to decorate the way he wanted and fill the fridge with something other than plain, unseasoned chicken breasts. he could put flowers on his dining room table for the sun to cascade early morning light on. he could hang up art form other artist that inspire him and have furniture other than a couch left on the street and a weight lifting chair. most of all, he was thankful for a comforting place he could call home.

he had invited said other guys and some friends to a house warming party because he was just so excited to show the place off. you were surprised to get an invite but in all fairness, you would be getting invites to his place more often.

the two of you met at his usual cafe, when he was getting this third americano of the day and it unfortunately ended up on your shirt. what was less unfortunate was you choosing to wear a white shirt that day and the dark coffee soaked through, showing your toned torso. you were thankful you started seeing that new hot personal trainer at your gym once you saw the glint in hyunjin’s eyes and smirk he was unsuccessful in hiding as he took the flimsy napkins to your shirt. when he gave you his number, he intended to take you out as an apology but the both of you ended up liking staying in a lot better and it became bit of an occurrence to meet up at your place since he had roommates.

now you were getting a look at his place. you showed up only slightly late, (you couldn’t seem too eager) the door was open displaying the party going on inside. everyone was standing around talking with glasses full of red wine. hyunjin was mid-conversation with felix when he noticed you and rushed over.

“hey, you came!” he kissed you on the cheek.

“that’s what i said last week.” you mumbled in his hear, earning a playful smirk.

“cheeky… come on in!”

your gaze trailed the expanse of the apartment’s main living area, trying not to think about how good he looked. unbeknownst to you, hyunjin was doing the very thing you were avoiding, taking every inch of you in, sipping on his wine to seem less obvious to everyone else in the room that he was eye-fucking you. his interior design skills should be praised, finding the right balance of comfort and beauty, much like the man himself. neutral colored furniture appropriately accented the pops of color that came from the art on the walls and shelves. he had an artists eye, that much was obvious.

tonight there was something different. maybe it was something in the air or the way he dressed or something about the ease of which he carried himself in his own place, but even as the two of you parted, each respectively mingling with the other guests, you couldn’t help your gaze from landing on him. he looked damn good. half of his hair was loosely tied up on his head and a dark green linen button down was loosely tucked into a pair of slacks. a few of the buttons had been undone to show the tank top clinging to his body. thinly framed glasses rested on the bridge of his nose, raising slightly when he inevitably scrunched his nose in laughter. even when he was being cute hyunjin was driving you absolutely wild.

as the night progressed, you noticed the tightness in your pants having to tuck you dick up in your waistband when you excused yourself to the bathroom at one point. but it was no use and while you didn’t plan on anything happening that night and you had not received any indication of hyunjin hoping to hook up that night, you couldn’t help yourself. some of the invited guests slowly started to filter out and the host was ushering them out when you snuck off to a side room. you chose to leave the lights off, not bothering with them as you stumbled in the darkness, ripping off your belt and tugging you pants and boxers down your thighs just enough to pull your painfully hard dick out.

you slowly began to tease yourself, thinking of the way hyunjin had done it before, tracing the pronounced veins similar to the way his tongue had. he had looked so good on his knees for you, eyes wide and round to plead innocence while hardly performing an innocent task. a hard shudder ran down your back as you collected the wetness that had leaked from your tip to spread it across your girth—something you remember hyunjin commenting on when you first met up.

“i’ve never been with someone as thick as you before.” he breathed out in anticipation, his cheeks burning at the confession.

what he himself lacked in thickness was well made up for in length. you two were the perfect pair, completing what the other lacked. you thought about his long, pretty, pink dick as you stroked your own. wet, sloppy noises filled the room and you couldn’t help but moan softly. as good as your hand felt, you knew he felt so much better, thinking of when he had you in his mouth and once stretching out that cute little asshole. the way it gaped open from your size—

“ah, fuck… hyunjin, fuck!”

your ministrations didn’t come out as quiet as you hoped but thankfully it was sounding more quiet beyond the four walls of the dark room. stumbling back, lost in your pleasure, your hand instinctively landed on the table behind you and suddenly felt a little wet. if you had more of your wits about you, you might have notice the faint smell of paint that filled the air but you were too far gone in your bliss.

just a bit more. you were so close. the tightness in your stomach was building as the muscles contracted beneath you. your groans were coming out more strangled now as you felt yourself starting to tip over the edge. suddenly as you began your descent, the door opened and the light was flicked on. hyunjin propped himself up on the doorframe with an amused smile playing at his plush lips.

“i see you found my art studio.”

the newly lit room allowed for you to finally see where exactly you had stumbled into. different mediums, pallets, and tools scattered across the tables and a large canvas stood on an easel in front of you, dripping with… not paint. the wet you had felt before when you gripped on the table was a lovely shade of blue as you looked down at your hand to inspect it. your cheeks burned a nice crimson to compliment the color nicely.

hyunjin pushed off the doorjamb and stalked towards you, “if you wanted to paint all you had to do was ask, baby.” his tone was light and playful with a slight edge of condescension.

he leaned forward with both hands grabbing your jaw to inhale you into a rough kiss. without thinking, your blue stained hand reached up to grasp at the back of his neck. the force of hyunjin’s body against yours sent you back into the table but this time your opposite hand landed to support you and picked up a bit of green paint. without breaking the kiss, hyunjin removed his glasses and tossed them on the table behind you before pulling off his button down (not bothering to undo the buttons individually). your paint stained hand found purchase on his waist, turning the white tank he had tucked into his pants blue and green respectively. he moaned wistfully against you as he deepened the kiss, with his tongue searching for yours in your mouth. he tasted of the red wine he was sipping on earlier and smelled of his usual cologne that had you weak in the knees. his hand tucked in between your bodies, blindly reaching for your cock that began to quickly harden again at his touch.

hyunjin chuckled, breaking the kiss slightly with a smirk, “getting hard again, baby? i thought you just came.”

“thinking about fucking that tight little ass of yours again,” you told him, sliding your hand down to grab it with a light squeeze to make him jolt in your touch.

“well,” kiss, “what are you waiting for?”

god, this fucking brat. you groaned internally and externally before spinning hyunjin around. your hands made quick work of his belt and slacks as you reached around in front of you, letting the fabric drop to the floor. your wet cock teased his ass crack making his head fall back in your shoulder as he moaned. he was so fucking pretty. spit pooled in your mouth before you filled your hand and spread it between his cheeks, two fingers plunged into his right hole. hyunjin whimpered and rutted his bum into you, the ample mound of his cheek rubbing against your hard on.

“fuck,” you hissed.

“please, baby… i need you inside me.” hyunjin whined as you stretched him out.

you hummed, “i have to stretch you out, pretty boy,” you felt him clench around your fingers, “don’t wanna hurt you.” you placed kisses on his open mouth.

“please… i can take it.” he could feel his mind already going fuzzy as your fingers brushed up against his prostate.

“hmm, if you say so.”

you pulled your fingers out of him slowly, making him groan then placed a hand on his thigh, making sure to graze his hard, bouncing dick, before grabbing a hold of your own to slowly push into him. a frenzy of moans left hyunjin’s lips as he felt himself stretch around your girth. his walls welcomed you warmly as you bottomed out, his bum fully pressed against your hips. you hum, feeling fully content and pressed kisses to hyunjin’s exposed throat column as his head was resting on your shoulder. waiting just a moment for him to adjust to you, you reached your now free hand around to stroke him gingerly, earning another chorus of wanton moans.

“baby… please move,” he begged desperately.

slowly you complied, starting to match your strokes to sync with each other causing hyunjin to bury his face into your neck. his arms reaching up to grip a fistful of your hair and tugging. you hiss at the action. his whines get more high pitched as he pants warm breath on to your neck, raising goosebumps on the delicate skin. your thumb grazes over his sensitive tip which results in a jolt from him.

“fuck, i—, ugnnhh” any attempts hyunjin made at speaking were thwarted by your thrusts that began to increase in speed.

“what’s the matter, gorgeous? feel too good? my cock has you too dumb to speak… huh? that pretty head of yours all empty?” you teased him, watching the way his chest turned crimson.

“yes… yes, god!”

you could feel by the way he clenched around you and the way he throbbed in your hand that he was getting close, your own high not too far behind. your thrusts lost their precision as his hips rocked to meet yours. the coil in your stomach getting tighter and tighter.

“my beautiful artist…” you mused, pressing your lips to his shoulder. “you wanna paint with me? mix your cum with mine on that canvas? c’mon, pretty boy, i know your close. let go for me.”

with that, hyunjin’s hips stilled as he tensed up and pitifully grunted out. you held his dick up so that his release splattered all across the canvas over your own from before. when he finished, you pulled out of him, he instinctively cuddled into your side, as he usually does, and you came on the canvas once more. hyunjin in his post coital daze, was pressing kisses all over your neck almost in gratitude. as much as you loved the act of sex with hyunjin, you almost loved his afterglow more. he was always so cute and cuddly, wanting to be close to you and kiss you as much as possible.

you came down from your high with heavy pants, looking down at hyunjin with a lovesick smile that he easily returned then kissed off your lips. after a few moments, he separated and turned to look at your masterpiece.

“i’m glad i gessoed it black. you can see it better.” he mused softly.

you pressed a kiss to his cheek, “i think it’s your best work, baby.”

hyunjin playfully rolled his eyes, lightly slapping your chest as he finally reached down to grab his pants, exposing his ass to you, making you gasp and your eyes go wide.

“jinnie! i got paint…”

hyunjin threw his head back and laughed at your horror, “it’s ok. it’s a water based paint so it’ll wash out. wanna help me?”

“lead the way, picasso.”

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bleachbleachbleach · 1 year

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12th Division Chair Count

I love learning more about the different rooms that are available in each division--like the 2nd Division Shihouin Receiving Room (Oomaeda Filler Episode), and the second-floor 4th Division Map Room (Bount Arc), and the 6th Division Panopticon Hallway (Zanpakutou Rebellion Arc), and the 10th Division Room That is Not the Office with Exactly One Small Table In It (Soul Society Arc denouement). We also know that the 10th has a courtyard that is apparently better-suited to hosting large outdoor events than other places (Beast Swords Arc).

But I’m pretty sure the 12th has everyone beat for furniture procurement orders. They have so many different seating areas???????? Like, okay, there’s the lab, and then there’s the office. But also like...

The Lab

Here’s Byakuya trying his best to make contact with as little of the 12th’s weird yellow chairs as is physically possible. The camera is bolted to the ceiling and even from here you can tell how much he hates that chair. Look at him:

The Office

There’s also this office receiving area, which looks a lot more like a dental office than a dank basement where chairs go to die:

It even has plants! (There are cubicles on the other side of that white partition, where some of the 12th Division members are working.)

And you’d think that, okay, it makes sense that there’d be two seating areas and two primary work nodes in this place. But then there’s also... this seating area?

Which I took notice of because the plants are different, and I was curious about whether it was a different location or whether the plants in the previous shot had already died and been replanted with something new. But my co-blogger thinks it’s an entirely different seating area, because it looks like Kyouraku is sitting on a second couch in this one, as opposed to the two chairs. And there’s another white partition on the right/a suggestion of additional depth over there that the window(?) in the first shot doesn’t have.

I don’t know what’s going on with that window, but based on the color alone I’m assuming that there’s a full dress rehearsal of “The Dark of the Bleeding Moon” number from the Bleach Rock Musicals going on next door.

So the office has a least two different receiving areas for guests of the 12th. Understandable, since they have more reasons to have guests than any other division outside the 4th. But I’m still impressed that these rooms exist and seem to accept and invite the idea that they will have guests. They could just make everyone stand around like the impositions to the Work that they are, LOL.

And then there’s THIS ROOM. Which is also in the 12th, and looks like it could be the receiving area in the above shot, except there’s clearly more room behind Ukitake, not just wall, and this couch set-up has TWO planters, bookending either couch!

In the scene, Kyouraku and Ukitake are looking at secret Dangai archives, so maybe this is part of some kind of secret Dangai archives reading room, rather than the main office.

THERE ARE SO MANY OF THESE.

#bleach architecture #bleach furniture #bleach worldbuilding #shinigamiology #bleach anime #no brain just bleach

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daughtersofbelleteyn · 1 year

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I'll Move the Stars For You

Cute little Joellie fanfic for you all. Full of family fluff, Ellie sassing Joel and Joel being soft!

Summary: Joel sets up a little surprise for Ellie with glow-in-the-dark stars. Pure family fluff with lots of unsaid "I love you" for the both of them.

You can read it here on A03 or below the cut.

Enjoy!

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Ellie ran towards the porch, ducking her head in an attempt to see something, the droplets of rain lashing hard against her skin and hair. She burst the door open and entered her home with a sigh of relief.

Drip drip drip. She could hear the drops hitting the hardwood floor as she took deep breaths, trying to calm down after having crossed half of Jackson running as fast as she could.

She took off her boots, wondering where the hell Joes was. His boots and his coat were here, but he she couldn’t see him in the living room or the kitchen.

She strained her ear to catch any sound of him coming from the garage or his room when she heard the floorboards of her bedroom creak. Her whole body went on alert. Someone had entered her home. Someone was in her bedroom and maybe had taken Joel. Shit.

“JOEL?” she called as she slung her coat on the floor and ran towards the stairs.

She heard a soft “shit” and something falling on the ground when she reached the landing. She was about to turn the handle when she heard a stern “Ellie, don’t enter your room!”

What the fuck??

She froze. “Joel, are you okay? What are you doing, man?”

A sigh. “I’m alright kiddo. I’m just fixing something in your room and I had to push some furniture around and there is one behind the door. I didn’t want you to open the door wide and damage it. Tis all.”

“So I can’t enter my room because you randomly decided it needed fixing? You’re weird, old man.”

She heard him come closer and her bedroom door opened. A dishevelled, tired looking Joel put his head out. His eyes widened when he saw her state.

“Damn, you’re soaked, kiddo.”

“Oh yeah? I hadn’t noticed! I could get something warm and dry, but you know, for that I would need to be able to enter my fucking room.” She sassed.

She felt annoyed that he was in her room without her. Not that she didn’t trust him, she knew he wouldn’t go snooping around. But what if in moving furniture around he made her notebook fall open and he saw her drawings? Or worse! What she had written in it. And there was also the possibility that he would find the Christmas present she was trying to make him. She had hidden it well, but you could never know. She hated this!

He sighed heavily, playing his best “tired of your shit” kind of Joel sigh.

“Wait here,” he said before closing the door.

She huffed but obeyed him.

He came back a few seconds later and handed some warm clothes she used as pjs.

“Go shower and put this on. I’ll join you afterwards and I’ll cook us some dinner to warm you up.”

She took her clothes and tried to peek behind him, wanting to see what the fuck he was doing in her bedroom. He tsked and put the hand that had handed her the clothes over her eyes.

“Ah! No peeking! You’ll see the changes after dinner. Now go shower. And yes, you need to shower, getting soaked by rain does not replace a shower. Now shoo!” and with that he gently pushed her forehead away before closing the door.

“Old bastard,” she grumbled, annoyed that he had forestalled her arguments. They had argued over this more times than she could tell. She strongly believed she didn’t need to shower after getting drenched by rain, it was just a waste of water.

“I heard that!”

She rolled her eyes and walked towards the bathroom. She was gonna take that shower, but because she was cold and couldn’t chill in her bedroom anyway, not because Joel was right.

She quickly showered then walked down in the living room. She sat on the couch and picked the guitar that Joel had left next to the couch after their practice session last night. She strummed the chords for a while, waiting for him to come down.

He finally came down half an hour later. When he saw her practising, he smiled at her. “You sound good, kiddo.”

She blushed under the praise, “thanks.”

He walked past her and into the kitchen. She followed him with her eyes. “What were you fixing in my bedroom?”

He turned her back to her, grabbing a pot. “You’ll see after dinner.”

“Pff. Or, I could just run upstairs and have a look. Tell meeee,” she whined.

“Sure you could. And then you’ll have ruined the surprise I have planned for you and wasted the time I spent on it,” he said coldly.

The fucker, he was playing with her feelings, knowing damn well she would not do that to him.

“Fine,” she grumbled.

“Play for me while I cook? I promise I’ll show you your room after dinner.”

She rolled her eyes but said nothing. She strummed the first chord of her favourite song, the one he had taught her how to play on her birthday, after the cassette tape had broken, worn down by the too many hours she had listened to it on loop.

He hummed happily and started cooking.

They sat down to eat together, Ellie nearly bouncing on her chair, frustrated in having to wait such a long time to see what Joel had plotted.

“How was your day,” he asked.

“Good!” she said in between two bites, not caring for small talk. Her plate was already half empty when Joel had barely had his first bite. He looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

“You know it’s useless to wolf down your food. I won’t show you your bedroom until after we have both finished eatin’,” he purposely ate the next bite very slowly, looking at her with sparkling eyes.

“You dick!” she groaned, scrapping her empty plate.

He wiggled his eyebrows and kept eating, excruciating slowly if you asked Ellie. She was sure even a 90 year old without teeth would eat faster than him. He was too proud of himself. She wondered who the kid was, sometimes.

She crossed her arms on her chest and looked at him sternly. The crinkles of his eyes remained through the whole meal, but he did speed up a little. Eating at his normal pace, at least.

When he put down his fork she jumped out of her chair and grabbed both of their plates to put it in the sink.

“There, we’re done eating. Can I see my bedroom now?”

He got up, joint creaking and without saying a word he extended his hand to her.

She grabbed it and let him lead her towards her bedroom. Once upstairs he stood in front of her door, barring her access.

“Why is there light in my room, Joel? So it’s not okay when I forgot to turn off the light, but with you it’s fine?” She was annoyed by his plotting and felt it was her right to mess with him after all. Reminding him how some of his house rules were stupid and annoying was a good start.

He shook his head fondly and exaggeratedly rolled his eyes. “You’ll see, little brat. Now, I’m gonna cover your eyes with my hand and guide you inside. You will open your eyes when I tell you, okay?”

“Yes, sir,” she said with a mock salute.

He placed his right hand over her eyes and turned her towards the door, pressing his chest against her back, letting her know he was here, she was not alone in the dark. He opened the door then nudged her forward with his left hand on her shoulder.

They took a couple of steps in then she heard the flick of the light being turned off. In that moment it hit her that she had not heard him push the furniture around before he came back down or when she was showering. The old bastard had lied.

Excitement and curiosity were coursing through her. Her mind filing through all the possibilities of what awaited her. She did not smell fresh paint. The furniture had not been moved around as far as she had heard and she could still feel the soft plush of her rug near her bed, so that much had not been changed.

He led her to her bed and made her sit down before seating on her left side..

“Ready to open your eyes?”

She nodded softly, too excited to say anything.

Without a warning he pushed her head backwards a little with his hand on her eyes before withdrawing it.

“Open your eyes, kiddo,” he whispered.

Ellie slowly opened her eyes, despite all the curiosity she had felt before, she almost felt… scared? Joel’s voice had gone unusually soft and she didn’t know how to feel about this.

The room was plunged in the dark, only broken by a weird greenish light. The light itself was coming from hundreds of little dots on the ceiling, varying in size. Wait… those are not dots, they are, “stars,” Ellie whispered in wonder.

She flicked her head toward Joel so swiftly her ponytail came whack her in the face.

“Joel!! What, what is this? This is so cooooool!”

He chuckled softly at the wonder in her voice.

“Those are phosphorescent stars, kiddo. It absorbs light during the day and it… it glows in the dark. Don’t ask me how.”

“Phosphorescent,” she repeated the word, as if tasting it on her tongue.

She looked back up to the ceiling and stared at it in silence for a minute, eyes and mouth wide open.

“I’ve never seen it before. How did you find them?”

“I saw a pack of those stars in a kid’s store during a patrol with Tommy, about a year ago. It made me think of you, so,” he cleared his throat, “I took them. There were only like, 30 or so in a pack, so I started looking for more packs throughout the year, so that it could cover a bigger surface, one day.”

It made me think of you.

“But, it’s not my birthday? Why now?”

“It don’t need to be your birthday for you to have nice things, kiddo. You were so frustrated to not be able to see the stars because of the shitty weather of the last few days, I – I don’t know, I figured now might be the occasion for you to have them in your room, that way they’re always with you.”

Ellie’s eyes started to sting, she had kept them fixed on the ceiling for too long, she thought.

He had brought the stars to her. He had gotten her the thing she loved most, after him, just because he could, just for her.

The sting in her eyes got stronger. A fat tear started rolling on her right cheek. Yeah, maybe it wasn’t just a result of staring at the stars.

She finally detached her eyes from the ceiling and turned toward Joel, crashing against him before he could do anything. She buried her face in the crook of his neck and whispered a wet “thank you.”

He wrapped his arms around her in response and he started to rock her gently. They stayed like that for a couple of minutes before Ellie broke the hug. As much as she liked hugging Joel, she had stars to look at, right now!

She turned herself and moved to settle against his chest when he stopped her with his hand.

“Wait,” he said.

He scooted back towards the headboard, propping her two fluffy pillows before leaning against them. Once settled he opened his arms to her. She didn’t need more motivation to crawl up the bed and settle against him, her back against his chest, his strong arms around her. He planted a kiss on the top of her raised head.

She was mesmerised. She didn’t think she could be happier right now or could be in a cooler place. The stars were sprawling all around the ceiling, even coming down to the top of her walls, giving her the impression of being under the starry sky on a clear night.

She looked around the place when a particular star caught her attention. There were three different sizes of stars and this one was one of the biggest. It was surrounded by several tiny stars but a few centimetres below there was another big star, then another big one on its right. Her brain registered a misshapen rectangle before it hit her.

“No you didn’t,” she exclaimed, tapping her hand against his thigh in her excitement. “You reproduced the big dipper! Joel, man, this is so coooool!”

He chuckled, his laugh vibrating against her back.

“I did. I’m glad you noticed, I was afraid I messed up the proportions. What else can you see?”

“What else?” She turned to try to see his face, thinking he was messing with her. When their eyes met he only raised his eyebrows with a soft smile, waiting for her to look again.

She resumed her observations. Now that she knew it wasn't just little dots of light thrown haphazardly on the ceiling, her mind started picking up the shapes more quickly and accurately.

She first found Little Dipper, which was not far from Big Dipper. Then, a bit farther in her room, above the window, she found Cassiopeiae. Joel had placed Orion just above her bed. She smiled when she noticed it. She liked the idea of being protected by the Hunter, ever watching over her, even when he couldn’t.

She couldn’t help the squeal leaving her lips when she saw the Giraffe, the two stars representing her legs falling just above her wardrobe.

“You remembered the Giraffe!!”

“Of course I did. How could I forget Camelopardis.”

“Camelopardalis,” she corrected.

“Ah, yes. I can never get it right. Why is it called like that again? A camel and leopard, or something?”

She nodded. “Yep, they thought it was a mix between the two animals, spots like a leopard and a long neck like a camel. I didn’t know you knew about this one.”

“Well, I live with a damn smart kid who’s always telling me about the things she read about space and who taught me how to read the sky. How do you think I managed to recreate all those constellations? I learned from the best.”

She could hear the smile in his voice. His words brought a wave of warmth over her body. She couldn’t help but smile too, elated by his compliments.

She kept looking around the room when she noticed a group of small and medium sized stars forming an E above her door. She frowned, frustrated to not recognize this constellation.

“What is this one, Joel,” she asked, pointing towards it.

“That’s my favourite constellation over there.”

“Uh? I thought it was Ursa Major ‘cause you liked that it looked like a saucepan?”

“Yeah, well it’s my favourite in the sky, but here, it’s that one. That little E that always shines so bright and gives me a reason to wake up. I thought she deserves her place amongst the stars, like she always dreamed of,” he said, his voice going hoarse.

Ellie froze, overwhelmed by a surge of feelings she couldn’t begin to decipher. She was so glad for the dark, so that Joel couldn’t see the blush spreading over her face. Damn that old man and his ability to say those things to her, when all her love, all she had ever felt for him were lodged in her throat, choking her. She swallowed hard and grabbed his hands in hers, bringing them against her heart.

I love you.

“We should add a J next to it, if you have more stars,” she whispered. Afraid that if she spoke louder he’d hear the catch in her throat. “The E wouldn’t go far without the J, you know.”

“I don’t have any left, but I’ll move the stars for you tomorrow, then,” he said before kissing the top of her head once again. His lips lingered, she felt him inhale deeply before resting his cheek against her head.

They stayed quiet for a bit before she broke the silence. Her voice betraying her nerves despite her best efforts.

“I’m sorry for being a dick with you today. This, this is amazing Joel. I don’t deserve it…”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way, even when you’re an annoying little brat,” he said, squeezing her hands. “ You deserve this, and so much more, kiddo.”

She hummed, unconvinced.

He planted another kiss on her head and settled deeper into the pillows, dragging her with him. She put her head on his shoulder, his left arm came to rest on her belly while he rested his cheek against her head, snuggling close. She let herself relax against him, eyes fixed on the shining stars above them.

“Tell me again the story of Orion,” he said, pointing to the stars above them.

She started explaining how Orion was one the oldest known constellation. How, according to the myths, he was a hunter and said to be the most handsome of men. She told him of the different myths about his deeds and what surrounded him in the sky. The sisters he was pursuing according to one myth, or the scorpion that caused his death, placed opposite of him in the sky.

Joel listened carefully to the stories she had told him a dozen times already. He only hummed from time to time to show he was still listening and pointed to other stars he wanted to know about.

They stayed like that for hours, until the light of the stars faded and both of them fell asleep, snuggling close.

#joel x ellie #the last of us #joel miller #ellie williams #tlou fanfiction #tlou fic #the last of us fic #joellie #family fluff #good parent joel miller #he's the best actually #my writing #my fanfic

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claudiyerrr · 1 year

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Hey!! I’d like to request a creepypasta match up :))

My names Erin and i’m pansexual! (she/they/he)

I love musical theater, arts and crafts, painting, singing, acting, writing, the occult, fashion, and makeup.

I’m Dominican and Black so I practice brujaria. It’s a cultural practice :))

I’m VERY extroverted and have a relatively large amount of friends. I love hanging out with them and exploring places with them.

I love the outdoors and exploring random abandoned places. I’m very adventurous and love to be with people as I do so.

I have really bad jealousy problems and I could be very clingy at times.

As soon as I got your request I was like boom, this is the one >:D I hope you enjoy!!

Your matchup is. . . Kagekao!

Exploring abandoned places with friends had always been a really fun pastime of yours, but something was different about this time.

Maybe it was because everyone else in your friend group wanted to get out of there due to feeling like “something was off,” while you didn’t. You brushed off their concerns, turning the doorknob to another room before glancing back at them one last time.

“Guys seriously, don’t worry. I’ll only be a few more minutes!” you reassured while letting go of the round metal knob to give them a wave goodbye.

Swiveling your head back toward the door after they all left, you took a step forward only to come face to face with solid wood. Huh, didn’t I open that door just a minute ago?

Shrugging it off, you opened the door and took a step inside the mostly empty room save for a few pieces of furniture pushed up against the walls. “Weird,” you looked around in awe for a moment.

Shutting the door behind you and trying numerous switches on the wall, the dark room was suddenly illuminated with bright, flickering white lights, which reflected off the shards of broken glass scattered along the ground.

“Sweet,” you beamed to yourself while turning off and pocketing your flashlight. Taking a few more steps, you get chills when a scratching sound from the ventilation system above echoes throughout the room.

Pausing for what felt like an eternity, you swallowed your fears and kept traversing through the place. That’s when you noticed a slim door on the opposite end; Must be a broom closet.

You went over to it anyway, but just when your hand hovered above the knob, a loud crash came from behind you and you gasped, clutching your mouth.

Narrowing your eyes at the object, you take deep breaths. It was just a broken wine bottle from under the open vent. It could’ve been a broken garbage chute that a squatter decided to use. Yeah totally…

“Kekeke!” you heard a muffled laugh from behind you and turned around with hands on your hips. “I better be losing it right now,” was all you could say before biting your bottom lip and ripping open the broom closet’s door only to be met with nothing.

Blinking in utter disbelief, you close the door and turn around to be met with a black and white masked man standing halfway across the room, a large smile spreading across both sides of the mask.

Bumping into the door behind you, you grunt before taking a deep breath as he tilts his head. “Thank god,” you muttered with a relieved grin. “I thought this place was haunted for a second there.”

After your run-in with the masked man, you walked out of the building amusedly, taking your time to traverse down each flight of stairs. “待って,” you heard someone call out from behind you.

Turning around with a hum, you give the masked man a little wave. Coming over to where you stood by the main exit of the place, he extended a hand to you while holding what you could only assume was his phone, the “New Message,” screen showing.

“My number?” you asked with a light laugh, flattered but also very puzzled. The guy only nodded, inching the phone closer to you. Taking it and naming your contact, you felt yourself beaming subconsciously as you took your leave.

You two texted for a few months and each took turns using translating apps as you got to know each other. He was honestly a super funny guy and you liked how carefree he could be.

It was when Kagekao asked to meet up in person to hang out again and your heart fluttered that you knew you felt something more towards him.

Right outside the abandoned factory that you both agreed on checking out together, you got a tap on your shoulder. Turning around with a huge grin, you threw your arms around him.

“Kagekao!” you exclaimed with bright eyes as he hugged you back, picking you up to spin you around in the air once before placing you back down carefully.

Shining your flashlight around, you took mental notes of where each of the rooms were so you wouldn’t get lost while Kagekao stuck by your side.

Almost losing a limb a few too many times, Kagekao and you decided to stop messing with the hazardous machines and go to the roof, the setting sun shining through some of the cracked and dusty windows.

Holding the door for you, Kagekao followed you over to the stone ledge and sat down to admire the scenery in a comfortable silence. That is until he wrapped an arm around you, grinning mask looking over at your face. “I love you,” he spoke slowly in his second language.

You felt a heat rush to your face and giggled while swinging your feet happily, making Kagekao’s tense shoulders relax as he did the same. “I love you too.”

Random headcanons:

- He understands a good amount of English but verbal conversations aren’t really two ways yet, more like one and a half the way there. That doesn’t mean Kagekao’s going to use you for amusement purposes and dispose of you though.

- This guy acts so bizarre at first and does the most random things to test the waters with you. Seeing how ticklish you are without scratching you is one of them.

- He thinks you’re really fun to be around and tease, whether that be with pranks or by him playfully flirting with you (usually physically) when you least expect it!

- He’s totally going to call you cute Japanese nicknames in a low voice to try and get you flustered.

- Since he’s more comfortable speaking in his first language, you’ll probably pick up on the basics of it pretty quickly. If you ask him to give you Japanese lessons, Kagekao will be absolutely ecstatic.

- Kagekao loves when you tell him about how you practice Brujaria. It’s a huge cultural experience for you and it’s really interesting to him. Also, the fact that it’s you who does Brujaria makes him that much more eager to learn about it.

- This guy will prank everyone else on stage at your theater plays and make them mess up in not-so-tiny ways just to make you seem like a god out there.

- You’ll never see him actually switch a prop out from under somebody’s nose or shine a spotlight on the wrong person, but trust me, you’ll know it’s him doing so.

- He thinks your paintings and crafts are really pretty and neat. Kagekao might ask if he can have one but won't take no for an answer because he’ll end up taking off with a little something of yours anyways.

- Kagekao likes how you coordinate your makeup with your outfits. He thinks you’re eye candy and will most definitely let you know in one way or another.

- I can see you two exploring those super abandoned places that look like they’ll fall apart any second. Don’t worry, Kagekao will 100% catch you before you hit the ground if you trip over some debris. He also loves trying to make you laugh by crawling on the ceiling like he’s in “The Exorcist” lol.

- If you think you have a jealousy problem, just picture how envious this man gets when other people are making you giggle or giving you hugs. He’ll definitely find ways to embarrass them in front of you just so they’ll stop trying to take you from him.

- Kagekao adores your clinginess and doesn’t mind it one bit! If you refuse to let go of his hand, he’ll just hold it even tighter. If you don’t want to leave his side, you two will spend the entire day together no problemo.

- He drops little hints that he’s not a good person by society’s standards and that’s how you piece together that Kagekao murders people. You could already tell he didn’t have an ordinary 9:00-5 job or go to school. I mean, you knew he wore a mask and had razor-sharp claws for a reason, so this wasn’t much of a shock.

- Because he’s a demon, Kagekao’s pretty cold all the time despite being bundled up well. He’s a nice cuddler who likes to just sit you down on his lap by the fireplace while sipping some wine to relax after a long day.

- If you hold onto his hand and just run your fingertip lightly along his claws, he’ll blush so hard and probably end up pulling his mask up all the way over his face.

- The only time he gets extremely shy around you is when you ask for a kiss. He barely EVER fully removes his mask, so kisses are always something special to him. They’re usually quick pecks on the lips, but he’ll take a sweet moment to just look into your eyes and admire you before each one!

#creepypasta #creepypasta matchup #kagekao #Kagekao x reader

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magiczoeygoinginsane · 4 months

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Aloe Vera

cw: dubious consent (rape), blood and drug use, dead dove, do not eat

this is not smut, this is an outlet to explore my own trauma

I kept asking myself why this place was so dark. It’s a party, are party’s supposed to be this dark? Maybe it makes it more mysterious,but i could still see random things around me, like furniture, people, the colorful, yet dim lights spread across the house, that wasn’t the only thing bothering me if i’m being honest

this music’s way too fucking loud

yeah…that was bothering me too

i could tell someone sat next to me on the couch to say that but i couldn’t quite tell who, I just saw her silhouette

yeah…i’m so drunk….

that was the moment i realized the voice should’ve already clued me in, It was Jesse, from highschool “oh wow…remember highschool? God i hated highschool…I mean i still hate college but i can at least say things got better since i-”

oh my God Alice…say something

i realized i was just monologuing in my head and panicked

oh- hi…sorry about that

you’re fine~

she giggled, and i was left to find something to talk about and keep the conversation going

uhhh…the people here…are kind of-

i’m sorry, i know you don’t like parties

wha-

i can tell you’re winging it, it’s alright

i felt terrible about it, i still wanted to be there, i didn’t want to disappoint Jesse, i shouldn’t disappoint Jesse

no, i’m fine, this is a lot of fun

you’re…you’re sweating, Alice

oh shit! Wait, am I?

yeah, you’re sweating, and you’re doing that thing with your hand you do when you’re anxious

I was really panicking by now, “she’s onto me, what if she has to leave because of me? Maybe I could just leave and she’d be fine on her own”

hey! hey! it’s ok

she said, in the softest voice i could imagine coming out of her mouth

this party sucks anyways, it’s cool

she downed the cup she was holding in one go and threw it on the ground

i’m thinking of getting away from this party for a little bit too, do you wanna come with?

I hesitated a little but I agreed. She suddenly took me by the hand to led me across the house “wait,that’s a girl thing right? girls…do that…or like…things like that- i don’t know- oh my God i’m a girl! I love being a girl” she opened the door to a bedroom and gestured for me to walk in first

Oh! Thank you

Yeah, you’re welcome

i walked in and looked around the room, the lights were off, i tried to turn them on but they were just as dim as any of the lights in that party.I noticed a few streaks of light, and realized there was a window being covered with some really cheap blinds, that left little gaps of light into the room. I was walking around the room while Alice closed the door,making the room even darker, that made me notice how dusty the air felt, it was extremely dry, irritating my nose a little, and that’s when i realized the room reeked of weed

what the fuck?!

she started uncontrollably laughing, every now and then stopping to catch a breath and start talking again

y’know- y’know when i said…haha….y’know when i said i was high?

we stared at each other in silence for a little bit

fuck! I mean drunk, I said I was drunk, not high! But I'm actually high!

the realization came over me and I bursted in laughter as well

did you get high in their bedroom?!

fuck yeah i did!

oh my God

our laughing became slower overtime and i sat down on the bed, looking down as i really took in what she just did

oh, that’s terrible…

I know…

she sat beside me and stared at me

I need to get higher…

she grabbed an already rolled up joint from her pocket

What the fuck?! Don't! Also why did you just have that already rolled up?

I was saving it for you…Do you want it instead?

No! We don't need any more smoke in this room

she suddenly got up and lifted the blinds for a few seconds to throw the joint out the window, I would have said something but she already threw it so I figured there was no point.

She sat down by my side on the bed again and stared at me for a few seconds

We've known each other since…

First year of highschool I'm pretty sure-

Yeah we should've already had sex by now

My eyes suddenly bulged and I stopped looking at the floor to look back at her to make sure she was aware of what she just said

Yeah, you're cute enough we should've had sex by now…do you want to?

Suddenly she wanted me to speak after dropping such a bomb of a sentence, I felt dazed, but also pressured to make a decision as quickly as possible

Sure!

Nice! Let's do it then

Wait, don't we need to like, do something first? Like uhhhh…lubricant! Yeah we need lubricant…and I need to clean out or something

Yeah…ok I think I saw some aloe vera on the other side of the street, that works for lubricant, as for cleaning out…it's not really mandatory…? So I'll go get the plant and you can try to figure some way to clean out if you want

she opened and closed the door as fast as she could so the smell of weed stayed inside, though she didn't really take any other precautions to make sure that it would.

I looked around the room, maybe if the room had a bathroom I could do something, but there wasn't, and I didn't want to leave the room because I was scared someone would see me leaving and start asking questions "yeah it's fine, I can just stay here, I don't need to clean out, she said it wasn't mandatory so it probably isn't- I mean she probably knows more about this than I do"

Suddenly she was back, she opened and closed the door as quickly as she had last time, but now, she had a piece of a plant in her hand, it looked like it was bleeding some green liquid from where she had ripped it

You know what aloe vera is right?

Y-yeah

I sort of knew, I never heard of the plant but I assumed it was what she was holding, and that I would use that green liquid as a lubricant.

She gave me the plant and started taking off her clothes, without even a hint of teasing, way too quickly for me to process, so before I even took In the sight of her small beautiful breasts, her larger cock was already visible as well.

I quickly jumped off the bed to take off my own clothes and reciprocate her initiative, clumsily getting my neck stuck in my shirt and shaking in embarrassment to show my breasts and my penis which was clearly smaller.

She looked at me with a sort of thousand yard stare, I was scared of what she'd think of my body but I couldn't tell what she was thinking until she spoke again, but she didn't, instead she slowly walked towards me and pressed her dry lips against my mouth, giving me a taste of what she'd been smoking for the past hour.

She interrupted the kiss to push me onto the bed

Now turn around

she said, suddenly sounding so much more sober and in control, I did as she said and she suddenly dropped her entire body on me, shaking the bed and making me shriek for a second from the sudden pain on my back.As she heard my shriek she suddenly stuck her fingers in my mouth

shhhh, nobody knows we’re here

her fingers tasted awful, they were the most bitter taste I had ever felt, I was disgusted.

Suddenly I couldn't focus on how my mouth felt as the dry atmosphere that I felt before started being remedied by her spreading the green liquid on my entrance, it was equally disgusting, it felt cold and slimy, but she wouldn't stop spreading it, before spreading it on her own cock

Oh! Wait…do you like fingers in your mouth? I just sort of assumed

she took the fingers out to give me room to speak

Uhhh…yeah…ok

i didn't know why I said that when I did, I realize now that, even though it didn't feel good, I wanted it to feel good so bad, I just had to keep going, maybe I'd enjoy it eventually, so she put those disgusting fingers in my mouth once again, the taste was repugnant and so was the dry texture, but i didn’t say a thing.

Then without any warning, she entered me, and all I felt was pain, but I couldn't yell, I could tell that even if her fingers weren't in my mouth i wouldn't have protested, this needed to feel good

I felt my eyes water as she explored my insides, sometimes coming close to pleasure but only leading to more pain, as she kept moving back and forth I could feel her fingers imitating the same movement inside my mouth, sometimes making me gag, causing my eyes to water even more, slightly irritated from the dry air in the room.

Suddenly she made me gag again “am I about to puke?” I asked myself as i felt this weird taste crawling up my throat, giving me another awful sensation to fixate on.

you’re so tight…

“This was supposed to feel good, I want it to feel good, she’s feeling good, maybe…am i doing something wrong?” I thought to myself before seeing a single red droplet fall on the bed. My nose was bleeding, I could taste the blood on her fingers, and instead of saying anything, I drank It, I let it drop on the bed, staining It just as much as it had stained my face.

For a few minutes this went on, and i felt lost in this sensory nightmare, i kept asking myself why i didn’t stop it, we weren’t even done and i regretted it, if i just told her i didn’t like it, it would be over, but it wasn’t my body anymore

I’m so close!

She yelled as she pumped it inside of me once more, I felt her liquid come out and mix itself with the lubricant, making me realize she didn’t even wear a condom. she pulled out and laid beside me on the bed, giggling to herself

oh my God, what a mess

I stared at her, realizing the blood on my face had dried, leaving a sticky crystal layer in between my mouth and my nostrils

yeah, we should clean up

She said in between her heavy breathing before getting up and slowly walking to the door.

i’ll go to the bathroom and get some tissues

She put her hands on the doorknob, before opening it she heard knocks on the door and jumped back

oh fuck!

Who's there?! Why'd you lock the door?! It’s my mom’s room man come on!

He kept banging on the door as Jesse quickly ran towards the window and opened it to climb the frame and jump off of it to the outside.

I kept staring at the door, trying to understand what had just happened, my childhood friend just climbed out of a window after all that she had done to me, and i had no choice but to follow her, so i dragged myself out of the bed, feeling the weird liquid stain my pants as i put them back on and climbed out of the window to meet with Jesse, who grabbed my hand again and guided me to her car so we could hide.

I sat in the passenger seat and looked up, still shaken.

Oh my God! That was insane right?!

She said as she turned on her car and looked at me expecting a reaction

Like, in a cool way y’know? Oh my God!

She started driving away and i felt like i had to finally say something

It was my first time Jesse

I immediately felt tears coming, i wasn’t crying, i felt the same as i was feeling before, but my throat was now closing in and my eyes were red

Really?! You’re so lucky! First time with a childhood friend is some highschool musical kind of thing

Take me home…Please…

Right, it’s on the way to my house, we should do this again sometime

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analexthatexists · 5 months

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It happened AGAIN.

Remember this post about a dream I had?

…dude, it happened again.

I woke up as some sort of little girl avatar with big glasses, and this time I was actually in a public VR Chat world. Looked kind of like the outside of a shopping center / mall and there were other people around. A man with a deep voice who kinda sounded like Dark Cacao Cookie approached me alongside some other people who I think were The Bad Sanses (I specifically remember Killer at some point?). I was also with some other random human people and for some reason we all had these really weird, higher-pitched voices as if we were being dubbed. I think the deep-voiced guy eventually handed us these red cloaks (For what reason, I don’t recall) and just kind of…left. Killer and the other “members” (I think they were also wearing the cloaks just with the hoods down) stood by and began talking with one another, the Killer mentioning something about a “test” or “trial”?

And that’s when all Hell broke loose.

Some sort of immense anxiety and fear washed over me because I began booking it away from everyone, randomly teleporting mid-sprint into a large public space that seemed to be the outside of a convention center or something??? I then teleported AGAIN into some sort of mix between a furniture store and a supermarket, ducking behind a shelf with some other human avatars I recognized from before.

And indeed, we were all being pursued by the same skeleton, it seemed.

I peaked my head out, only to see a glimpse of NM walking slowly by. It wasn’t the off-colored one from the last dream, no, it was just classic Nightmare.

He looked dead at me.

I began booking it again, back in the large convention center space, and while he didn’t say anything or emit any noise, I was still scared of what he’d have to taunt me with. The silence was so much more unbearable too. Eventually, when I had thought I had escaped, I noticed myself in a dead end. As I was approached, the blue usernames VR Chat has popped up for some reason, despite them not having appeared at all until now, and…

APPARENTLY IT WAS @franxerk ALL ALONG????

Once I realized and called him out, he jokingly went “It was funnier when you didn’t realize” in his Not-Dark-Cacao voice, and then I think I woke up. Before that, I remember looking at a group of usernames all with their own UTMV avatars, from Error, Killer, whose be r was chasing us as Nightmare, even Shattered Dream appeared on the list TWICE? I’m not sure where all of that last part came from, but it was still a neat detail I remembered. A previous dream I had about VR Chat involved me going out of bonds and somehow finding a Shattered Dream avatar on a floating island, so maybe these are connected? Plus, I think I was on that exact island while looking at that list of usernames!

I need to address how much more scared and LOUD I was in this dream compared to the last. I remember being more quiet in the last one, but in this one I was actively SCREAMING. I sounded like the lead girl in a horror movie… I think all the screaming came from while I was playing Brawlhalla with some friends, which there I was screaming just the same amount.

I suppose the whole “getting chased by NM” thing was on me; I’ve been morbidly curious about the weird, off colored NM that appeared in my dream last time, enough so that I wanted to see if I could conjure them up again (Not to be chased by, but to learn more about it). Turns out it worked, just…not as I planned.

Finally, my character’s design was probably based on the Soul of Kindness avatar I use combined with the fact I probably need glasses.

…But…Why did Franxerk show up? Why was he the one I was being chased by? Why not Tea? …what does it mean…?

#weird dreams #alex says stuff #vr chat #one time i dreamt #i had a dream #nightmare sans #sans au #might draw that character I was for fun #Looked like a decent design based on what I can recall

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dk-wren · 2 years

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Who Knows Best: Buddy Daddies pre-Episode 11 fic

Welcome to the second part of my dual fics inspired by the ep. 11 trailer. (At least in my time zone, I was able to post this before ep. 11 releases)

If you read the first fic (titled A Goodbye Present), then you might notice each fic starts out the same. (Overlapping text is in italics if you want to skip rereading it) I wanted these fics to sort of serve as two potential outcomes or realities: each follows several of the same starting points, then they branch into two different paths. Like what might happen in one universe and what might happen in a parallel one. Hope you enjoy this one!

Scenario B: Who Knows Best

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Kazuki had found a new place about a week ago, just a few blocks away. Over the past few days, he’d been packing up his belongings at the place he lived, and for a short time, truly considered home. Clothes, bedding, kitchen supplies, and the like, all packed now, awaiting to be moved to his new place.

Rei left the apartment for good before Kazuki found his new place. During their last conversation, Rei told Kazuki he had until the end of the month to move out. That’s when his lease would be up and both of their dreams of change, of happiness, of normalcy would be over.

Rei was in his suit the night he left. He didn’t say where he was going or if he’d be back in the morning, only that their lease would end in a few weeks. Then, he walked out of the apartment. Rei didn’t say it, but Kazuki knew he was going to the Suwa mansion. However, Kazuki had just enough hope left to believe that maybe Rei would be back in the morning. When he didn’t, Kazuki understood what that meant and immediately went on to his laptop to try to find a place nearby he could live for at least the next little while.

Kazuki spent a few nights in the quietude of having the apartment to himself during the day, while he was packing his things, and at night, when he tried to get some rest. He was just getting used to going to bed without tucking Miri in, or her running into his room during the late hours of the night because she had to pee or couldn’t find one of her plushies. But now, with Rei gone too, Kazuki had to adjust to no longer hearing Rei play his video games at night or the comforting click of the bathroom door, signaling to Kazuki that Rei would be getting some sleep that night.

Turning the lock to the apartment’s front door, he entered the foyer taking off his shoes. He let out a soft, resigned laugh. “I almost said ‘Tadaima,’” Kazuki thought to himself. “But what’s really here to come back home to now. I guess force of habits are hard to break.”

He stood now at the end of the hallway, looking at the living room, the kitchen, and out to the balcony. Since almost all the furniture and personal touches had been moved out, the place felt empty, and again, this quietness was strange to Kazuki. “It’s bittersweet. I don’t feel completely sad, there were good times here, especially with Miri. But I’m certainly not happy about how everything turned out. I think it’d be different, feel different if the three of us were moving out together. Somewhere at least Rei and I could have a fresh start…”

A shadow seemed to move behind the door to the bathroom. The door was more frosted, so Kazuki couldn’t exactly see into the bathroom. And the “shadow” was quick, almost imperceptible for Kazuki to even register. It was a cloudy day, with the wind just strong enough to make the clouds noticeably roll by, so maybe it was just light and shadows playing tricks. “Mmm, just my imagination. I’m not used to having this place completely to my self. Guess my memories are trying to fill the empty space.”

“Alright, time to get to work. If I can just focus, I should be able to move the last of my boxes out of here today. Then, it’s goodbye to this place and hello to unboxing everything at my place,” Kazuki thought.

Climbing up the stairs, Kazuki looked back towards the bathroom. Just darkness behind the glass door. He shook his head, truly believing his mind was getting the better of him. Before he entered his room, Kazuki poked his head into Miri’s old room. Most of her stuff had been boxed and delivered to Misaki's place, but a few more boxes remained as he found toys or clothing scattered throughout the rest of the apartment while packing up the place. Even the yellow painted walls, pink star curtains, or her brightly colored shelving did little to raise Kazuki’s spirits. Some of the larger furniture pieces, like Miri’s bed frame, would stay, but otherwise, her room felt emptier than usual too.

Kazuki stepped back out of Miri’s room and closed the door behind him, walking now to his room where a pile of boxes awaited transportation. Kazuki decided to carry all the boxes downstairs first, then little by little he took a few boxes at a time down to his car. After returning to the apartment once he took the last box down, he rechecked all the areas downstairs to make sure nothing was left behind, including the bathroom where he was met with a void of nothingness. No soft snore of Rei asleep in the tub, or Miri for that matter when she would sneak down to sleep with Papa Rei. Satisfied that everything had been properly taken care of downstairs, Kazuki went back up stairs for what he thought was going to be his last time.

He double checked his room first. It was completely empty, but he thought better safe than sorry to make sure nothing was left behind. He debated about checking Rei’s room since he had after all left with no suitcase or, it seemed, any belongings. “No, that’s his space. Even now, I won’t barge in. I don’t know what’s left in there, if anything, but it’s not my place to go check.”

Finally, Kazuki turned around, last room left to check was Miri’s. He knew he had the last few boxes to take down, but he had already planned on taking them down when he was headed out. He reentered Miri’s room for what was planned to be the last time. Kazuki couldn’t believe after the almost idyllic year Miri, Rei, and himself spent together, he was now standing in their daughter’s empty room, each heading off on their own path.

Unlike his own room, Miri’s was not completely barren, so Kazuki double checked all the drawers, the nooks, the crannies, and the closest to make sure he had packed any remaining items. Kazuki opened up the top box, peered in, and saw the rabbit and alpaca mascot plushies Rei and him got Miri during their family trip to the zoo. Had it really only been a few months since that trip?

“I’m shocked Miri left these here. She used to carry them around all the time, one in each arm. Are these going to be too much of a reminder of Rei and I? Maybe I should hold on to them, keep them as my little reminder of our family. No, Kazuki, what are you thinking? You already have how many boxes at the new place and should I even have reminders of this time?”

Kazuki quickly put the rabbit and alpaca back into their spot in the box, retaped it and did the same for the rest of the boxes. All the boxes now properly secured, Kazuki picked them up and began making his way out of the apartment. Closing the door to Miri’s room behind him, as he did on so many nights after tucking her in. Down the stairs he walked every morning before Miri or Rei woke up, trying to remain quiet in the kitchen while cooking the family’s breakfast. He set the boxes down in the foyer as he put back on his shoes. Taking one last look around the apartment, Kazuki thought to himself, “This is really it, huh? Good bye, home.” Then, he walked out the door, locking it, perhaps to keep the memories of happier times in that apartment.

Since the few boxes with Miri’s belongings would be up front with him in the car, Kazuki decided he would swing by Misaki and Miri’s place before heading back to his. That way the boxes are easy to get to and that’s one less trip to this area. Kazuki safely put the few boxes on the passenger side floor, then walked around to the driver’s side. As he opened the door to the car, Kazuki also took one more look at the apartment complex. He let out a contented sigh, then got in the car, not looking back towards the complex as he drove away. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“Good, Kazuki’s in the apartment today. Moving all the boxes and double checking each room, like his over-cautious self would, should take the majority of the day,” Rei thought to himself. Rei had been wandering the apartment to see what was left of their old life together (a.k.a. if Kazuki had any reason to come back to the apartment that day), when he heard the front door’s lock being turned. “Great,” Rei thought as he dashed into the first floor bathroom.

Now laying in the bathtub he had spent countless nights sleeping in, Rei would wait there until he knew Kazuki was out of the apartment, probably moving some of the boxes downstairs. Then, he would make a dash out of the apartment and towards Miri and Misaki’s place. Rei knew Ryo would go after the “easy” target first, meaning Rei’s priority was first ensuring Miri and her mother’s safety. If he could, then Rei would go after Kazuki to make sure Ryo doesn’t touch him either.

While in the bathtub, Miri’s favorite bath toy, a bright, yellow duck was staring at him. Rei forgot he left her toy in the tub after sleeping with it on his last night in the apartment. “I’m surprised Kazuki has yet to pack her rubber duck. Has he really not made it to this bathroom yet? The rest of the house seemed packed, so that seems unlikely. But…?”

Laying silently and still on the bottom of the bathtub, Rei finally heard Kazuki reopen the front door. He had wondered what took Kazuki so long to leave the apartment this first time, and why he kept hearing him go up and down the stairs. Peeking his head ever so slightly above the edge of the tub, Rei saw a pile of boxes and no Kazuki. Rei wasn’t sure how long Kazuki would be gone this time, so he waited for his return to try and gauge how long Kazuki should be out of the apartment. Upon the next time Rei heard their front door open and close, he got out of the tub, prepared to make a mad dash out of their complex, but without alerting Kazuki. Rei knew he should’ve told Kazuki what was happening, but now was not the right time and he couldn’t figure out a safe way to alert Kazuki while at the Suwa manor.

Right before Rei grabbed the bathroom door’s handle, he turned around and quickly picked up Miri’s rubber duck. “Miri doesn’t deserve any of this. Maybe this duck will be enough to reassure her she’ll be fine and she’ll be safe. Hopefully it will at least be enough for her to forgive us for the past several weeks. At least a baby step forward. Something bright and happy to distract her from what’s going on at the moment.”

With the rubber ducky in one hand, Rei used his other hand to open the bathroom door. Not wanting to be too loud, he made sure the door clicked rather than slammed shut. Making his way across the barren apartment, excluding Kazuki’s stack of boxes near the front door, Rei quickly took one last look around. “This isn’t right. This is not how things were meant to go. It’s my job now to turn things around. I will make things right for our family.” And with that, Rei attempted to tuck the rubber duck into his suit’s inner pocket as he exited their apartment and dashed towards the stairs.

Rei knew where his next stop of the day would be. “Hang on, Miri. I’m coming for you. No one is going to hurt you.” ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Despite how emotionally exhausted Kazuki felt due to moving out the last of his belongings, saying good-bye to their apartment, and just the overall build-up of everything that had happened in the past several weeks, Kazuki made sure to have a smile and his happy face on. He made every effort he could to be his smiling self in her presence due to only being able to see Miri for a short period of time and unsure of when his next visit would be. It was a safety precaution for Miri’s well-being after all, and Kazuki was just grateful he was still able to see Miri after she went to live with her mother again.

The previous trips Kazuki made to the Unasaka home were during the weekdays, so Miri was at daycare. The first visit was tough, especially since Rei didn’t come out with him. This time though, Miri should be home since it was the weekend. With a little help from Misaki, Kazuki came up with some story as to why Miri would live with her mother again and why her papas would only be able to visit her occasionally if Miri were to ask. Something, something Kazuki had landed a comedy tour and would be traveling now, with Rei accompanying him. And even if Rei would never actually had the chance to visit her in the future, Kazuki would make sure Miri knew how much her papas loved her and missed her while they were apart.

Once Kazuki arrived at Miri and Masaki’s place, he put down the boxes and knocked. Kazuki wanted his arms free in the off chance Miri came running to give him a hug. He hadn’t seen Miri in several weeks though, so he had no idea how she would react to his sudden visit. Not wanting to assume she’d excitedly just come running to him, Kazuki thought better and went to pick up the boxes again, but not before knocking again.

Still, nobody answered the door. Kazuki couldn’t even hear any movement or shuffling inside. He waited a few more moments and this time decided to try their doorbell. Pulling out his phone, Kazuki checked to make sure he had the right address and right time. Everything checked out, but technically, when Kazuki texted Misaki he was on his way over, she never responded. It was a simple text, just saying “on my way,” nothing to really even respond to. However, with no response and no noise inside their place, Kazuki was a little unnerved. Putting down the boxes once more, Kazuki tentatively reached out and tried the handle. “Unlocked? That seems a little reckless given the circumstances,” Kazuki thought to himself.

He pushed open the Unasaka’s front door a little more and peered in. Lights were on, but nothing seemed disturbed or out of place, just a missing mother and daughter. Seeing nothing of obvious concern, Kazuki brought the boxes into the family room one at a time. “Man, I really thought Misaki was gonna let me see Miri today. Guess she still doesn’t want me getting too involved. It’s probably better for Miri too, not having to question why I’m suddenly back, where Rei is, or why her one night sleepover turned into an extended stay with her mother. This is what I get for trying to keep my hopes up.”

After setting down the last box, Kazuki found a piece of paper and one of Miri’s markers that was laying on the floor. Not wanting to complicate things and overstay his welcome, Kazuki wrote a quick note saying this was the last of the boxes he needed to drop off and how much he loves Miri. No matter how much he missed her and yearned to see her again, given the “welcome” he received today, Kazuki knew he should not wait around for Miri and Misake to return from wherever they were. He picked up on Misaki’s message to him loud and clear.

“That’s a touching letter,” said a voice from behind Kazuki.

Eyes widened in fear, Kazuki instantly recognized the man’s voice. Somehow, Kazuki let his guard down while writing his note, giving Ryo Ogino just enough time to sneak up. Here was the man that Rei had warned Kazuki about. The man who collected his target’s last words, who would take out any target he was assigned. “No. The organization couldn’t have possibly put a target on a child, could they? Or was Misaki working with them all along and this was a set-up? I sensed something was off when I got here, how could I have been so careless to have not checked the rest of the place? Could Miri and Misaki still be here, in one of the other rooms, sho…NO! I can’t think that way. I need to stay level-headed for the sake of both of them.”

“Ah, you think so?” Kazuki said while turning up and around to face one of Shigeki’s favorite henchmen. “I never thought you were the sentimental type.”

“I have my own interests. Poetry for example. You know, a person’s dying words have a haunting beauty to them. But, the screams and pleas for mercy can be just as lyrical,” Ryo responded.

“I see,” said Kazuki. He slowly stood up now, feeling on edge but not exactly in life-threatening danger. Kazuki couldn’t see a visible weapon, which was good since it made him feel able to move somewhat freely, but he knew Ryo had something on him, whether that be a blade or a gun. Not wanting to dance around the question, Kazuki bluntly asked, “What did you do to Miri and Misaki?” He wanted an answer, no matter what it was, Kazuki had to know what had happened to his daughter, even if it meant compromising or revealing his emotions and attachment to Miri.

“Not here. That’s all I know. You’re buddy, Rei, was given the assignment to neutralize all his connections in this peasant world. I’m just here as reinforcement, being the boss’ pair of eyes, making sure he’s following orders. I was given the assignment first, but your partner must have been very eager to regain the boss’ trust and respect, you know. Practically begged for this assignment. However, because of his recent behavior, the most boss would allow is for Rei and I to be partners on this assignment, him as the leader, me as the assistant. It’s good to see Rei back in his prime. Being proactive and ensuring minimal outsiders are exposed to the organization’s work. Quite impressive indeed considering how long it’s been since he’s properly trained”

Both Kazuki and Ryo knew Rei, Miri, and Misaki were nowhere to be found. However, each man had a different reason/belief to explain the trio’s absence. Given Rei’s exposure to his own handiwork, Ryo believed Rei had taken Miri and Misaki somewhere secluded to neutralize them. Somewhere where the mother and daughter wouldn’t be found, and wouldn’t be heard if they attempted to scream for help. Ryo had some doubts, but ultimately was sure Rei would fold to the pressure and once again become the boss’ personal killing machine. On the other hand, despite being missing for the past week or so, Kazuki held out hope that Rei wouldn’t have regressed so quickly into becoming his father’s mindless soldier again. It’s been days since Kazuki had any contact with Rei, so Kazuki did not have a clear idea as to what exactly was happening. But he knew how much Rei grew as a person and attached to Miri within the past year they all spent together, causing Kazuki to put his trust in Rei and that his absence was because he was helping/protecting the Unasaka family.

Against his better judgment, Kazuki stared Ryo down and told him, “You may be close to the boss and therefore think you’re close to Rei, but I’m closer to him than you’ll ever be. You don’t know a thing about him. All you see Rei as is a weapon, a machine to carry out your dirty work. You know nothing about the person Rei has become because you wouldn’t give a damn. Oh wait, you would care if that meant he was no longer your perfect tool. You see Rei happy for once in his life, with someone worth protecting, and all you can think about is how can we break him back into being our obedient little servant. Well, let me tell you something-”

“That’s enough!” Ryo said, raising his voice for what might have been the first time in his life. At the same moment, Ryo swiftly pulled out a concealed gun and fired at Kazuki. The shot hit Kazuki’s shoulder. He grimaced at the pain, but Kazuki knew it was not fatal, at least not for the time being. Kazuki had no idea if Rei would return to the Unasaka’s home, and if he did when, so Kazuki tried his best to mentally prepare himself for a one-on-one fight with Ryo, which now seemed inevitable.

Wearing an eerie grin, Ryo said, “I might be the assistant on this assignment, but I have every right to neutralize a target if the opportunity arises. Did I forget to mention, you also have a target on you now too. This isn’t just about the child. It’s about the little family you three tried pretending was real. The organization cannot allow Rei to have any connections to outsiders or those who would bring shame to the Suwa bloodline. I’d hate to start our relationship on a bad note since Rei never gave me the order to kill you. But it would be my honor to record your last words and to take your life.”

“You’re gonna have to work a lot harder than that to hear my last words,” Kazuki said with abandon as he lunged for Ryo. Kazuki managed to land a few hits, his arm roaring in pain each time he swung it. “This might be it for me,” Kazuki thought to himself. “I know deep down Rei is fighting his own battle, so let me handle this one.”

After a few more punches were exchanged, Ryo finally managed to push Kazuki back against the Unasaka’s family room wall and aimed his gun at Kazuki’s forehead. “I’ve had enough of your shenanigans. Now, any final words you’d like me to record?” Ryo asked.

“Just two,” Kazuki said with a steadiness and determination that felt slightly out of place. Ryo noticed Kazuki was looking beyond him, perhaps as if Kazuki accepted his fate and was reflecting on his life’s memories. Slightly with an air of impatience at Kazuki’s attempt to prolong his death, Ryo continued, “And those would be?”

*click*

“Behind you,” Rei said as he pushed the barrel of his own gun against the back of Ryo’s head.

#buddy daddies #kazuki kurusu #rei suwa #buddy daddies fanfic #bd fic #fanfic

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rpf-bat · 2 years

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Flufftober Drabbles, Day 6: Candles

It’s time for Joel/Joonas! This one is 608 words. 🕯

Joel was sitting on his couch, peacefully watching television, when the screen suddenly went black. The lights in his apartment all flickered out in an instant, plunging him into darkness.

“Fuck!” Joel swore, listening to the sound of thunder and rain outside. “The power’s out!”

He hit his knee on a chair that he couldn’t see, as he fumbled his way into the kitchen. He felt around in a drawer, until his hand found the flashlight he was looking for. He clicked the button.

“Fuck!,” he swore again. The batteries were evidently dead.

Well, I can’t sit in pitch black darkness all night, Joel considered, trying to think of what to do. Then, a solution occurred to him: Joonas.

His bandmate lived just across the hall.

Joel tried not to walk into any more furniture, as he made his way to his front door. He groped blindly for his doorknob. After a few minutes of struggle, he succeeded in opening his door, and stepping out into the hall.

He knocked on the front door of Joonas’ apartment.

“Porko!” he called. “You in there?”

“Of course I’m here,” chuckled an amused voice, as the door opened. “It’s past midnight, where else would I be?”

“Oh,” Joel blinked. “Is it?”

He was rarely ever asleep at this hour. It hadn’t occurred to him, to check the time.

“Don’t worry,” Joonas shrugged. “You didn’t wake me.”

“Oh, thank goodness,” Joel said awkwardly. “So…um…the power’s out.”

“Yeah, I noticed,” Joonas snickered.

“I was wondering if you had an extra flashlight?” Joel asked. “Or maybe a candle?”

“I only have one candle,” Joonas frowned. “And I’m…kind of using it right now? But, you can come in, if you want?”

“Sure,” Joel nodded. “Better than sitting in the dark.”

He walked into Joonas’ kitchen, which was illuminated by the light of a small white candle, in the center of the dining table.

Joel sat down at the table, wanting to be close to the glow. Joonas took the seat across from him.

“So,” Joonas began, “obviously we can’t watch TV, or play video games, or listen to the radio. So, what do you want to do to pass the time?”

“I don’t know yet,” Joel confessed. He’d originally planned to just take a candle back to his own place.

He looked down at the candle, and realized the black jar it was in, had English writing on it.

“What does this say?” Joel asked, squinting in the limited light. He read slowly. “‘This candle smells like…my vagina’?! What the fuck, Joonas?”

“Niko gave me that candle as a joke,” Joonas sighed, feeling a bit embarrassed. “It’s from Gwyneth Paltrow’s line of ‘wellness’ products.”

“The American actress?” Joel blinked, confused.

“Yeah,” Joonas said sheepishly, putting his face into his palm. “Niko and I watched Se7en, and I told him I thought Gwyneth’s character was hot. So, he got me the candle, joking about how it’s the closest I’ll ever get to the real thing…”

“…Oh,” Joel scowled.

“Why are you pouting?” Joonas teased. “Are you jealous?”

“Jealous of what?” Joel scoffed, denying it.

“Jealous because you’re not the only blonde celebrity I’m attracted to,” Joonas smirked.

“Wait,” Joel paused, “You’re….attracted to me?”

“Oh, well…yeah,” Joonas blushed. “You didn’t know that?”

They’d kissed before, when they were drunk, but Joel had assumed it was all a joke (at least, on the guitarist’s side).

“Well,” Joonas grinned seductively, “Gwyneth Paltrow and her vagina aren’t here right now. But, you and your dick are.”

“What…are you saying?” Joel hesitated.

“I’m saying,” Joonas purred, pulling Joel in, “that I might’ve thought of a way to pass the time.”

#blind channel rpf #joel hokka x joonas porko #flufftober2022

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ivy-loves-chocolate · 2 years

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Body of a soldier (commission)

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♥ Story: Krauser and the OC have some fun in Wesker's hideout. The OC is a nurse and it's tasked to take care of the injured Krauser.

♥ Pair: Jack Krauser x F!OC

♥ Tags: rough sex, face-fucking, spit as lube, degradation, breath control play, knife play.

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Krauser arrived, in his wounded state, at the man who promised to heal him. It was difficult to reach his whereabouts since it was a secret location. He held on to his numb arm as he questioned his decisions. Defeated and angry, he knocked on the flat’s door.

A tall man with blond hair and bright blue eyes stood at the door entrance, dressed from head to toe in expensive clothes and accessories. He wore a black suit with a black vest and had a smartwatch on his left hand. Upon seeing the soldier, he introduced himself and welcomed the man inside.

Wesker gave him a quick tour. It was a modern penthouse, with an impressive view to the forest, equipped with the latest gadgets and the most expensive furniture. However, Krauser was not impressed and demanded to begin the healing process.

“Listen, I know you’re a rich man, don’t need to show off, but you promised you'd heal my arm. When exactly will that happen?” He was desperate, as Wesker was his last option.

"Oh, Mr. Krauser, have patience. Not only will I heal your arm, but I will transform you completely.”

“Right….” He said it with uncertainty in his voice.

“Seth, come here!” He yelled, and in a few seconds a young, slim woman appeared. She was of medium height and had short dark hair and aquamarine eyes. Krauser was skeptical because she appeared to be too young to be doing this kind of thing.

“Did you call for me, Mr. Wesker?” She said it in a firm tone, her eyes moving between the two men.

“Yes” he waved at the other man “this is Mr. Krauser, the man I was telling you about. As you can see, he is very wounded and requires our immediate help.”

Something was off with this Wesker guy, but he had no other place to go. He quit his job because he was no longer needed due to his injury, and there wasn’t a doctor in this world to fix his arm, so he went into the underworld to find a more, unethical cure.

“I see. Follow me, Mr. Krauser.”

Jack followed the significant smaller woman down some stairs and then in an elevator. Her heels clacked along the floor, and Wesker was right behind them.

Turns out the fancy penthouse not only has an incredible view and a jacuzzi, but it also has an underground lab that was equipped with the latest technology, more advanced than any hospital he went to.

“This is where we’ll begin your turning process.” Wesker added as he noticed Krauser’s amazed stare.

“I’m not a fan of the ‘turning’ word.”

“Always the charmer.” Wesker said, ignoring his concerns as he removed his coat and placed a medical apron around his waist.

"Seth, would you be kind and prepare the tools necessary?” “I already did.”

“That's why I keep you around.” He said it proudly.

Right when he was about to put on the latex gloves, his phone rang in his pocket.

“I have to take this. Seth start without me, I'll be back in a few.” he said, irritated, as he went to the elevator.

“Busy guy.” Krauser noted as he laid down on a chair.

“Well, one has to be in order to afford such nice and expensive equipment.”

“I guess.”

He watched as Seth put some latex gloves and removed a cap from a syringe. “Aren’t you a little too young?” He couldn't help but express his concerns.

“I’ve been told that a lot.” Her chuckles echoed through the room. “Do not worry, Mr. Krauser, everything is under control.”

Seth filled the syringe with a cream substance, and then he injected it into Krauser's arm.

Wesker never returned, and maybe I was better that way.

After 30 minutes in which they both waited for the serum to take effect, Krauser got bored and began to ramble on about how life is unfair and how he fucked up his last chance of getting healed.

"Oh, calm down, it usually takes up to an hour.”

“And what if I’m immune or some shit like that?”

“Wesker is a man of his word, if he said that he can cure you, then he can.”

Krauser was sitting with his legs spread in the chair and a hand on his forehead. His fingers rubbed his temples as he tried to calm down. Seth placed both her hands on his thighs, making Krauser flinch and look at her. His blue eyes met hers, which were filled with thirst.

He noticed that Wesker's assistant was giving him certain looks, but he thought it was only in his imagination, until now. Seth was overjoyed to feel his toned legs as her fingers gently squeezed his flesh.

“A body of a soldier, such body can be of good use for someone like me.”

“I-uhm, you mean like an experiment, or…?”

“Haha, no sweetie.” Her laugh filled the room, and soon she dropped to her knees. Krauser was too shocked to react, which allowed Seth to unbuckle his pants and slide a hand inside to massage his cock through his briefs.

He didn’t know what was going on, but he sure wasn't thinking about his arm anymore.

“Hmm, good soldier.” She said as she felt his cock growing in his briefs.

Krauser raised his hips a little so Seth could pull down his pants and briefs, thus setting his cock free. Her fingers quickly grabbed the half-hard member and began to stroke it gently so it could harden properly.

“Oh fuck.” he whispered under his breath as his big, calloused hand massaged her scalp.

Because of all this intense pleasure, Krauser wasn't aware of the fact that his arm started to get better. It was still numb, but he could move it now.

Seth pressed her lips over his tip so she could taste him. Before she put the member into her mouth, she spit on it and smeared it across the length. Then she began to take more and more of him. His cock slowly disappeared in her mouth, as her tongue twirled around the growing member. She bopped her head, and whenever she'd pull his cock out of her mouth, she'd spit on it once again as she loved Krauser's expression. As she took more and more of him, she looked up with her big, aquamarine eyes, expressing desire and passion.

It’s been long since Krauser was noticed by someone, and since he felt desired.

“Fuck it” he said as he stood up abruptly, his cock still in her hot mouth. One hand had a strong grip in her hair, and the other was behind her head, holding her in place. Then, he began to increase the pace suddenly, making it difficult for Seth to breathe.

His cock slammed in and out of her mouth, his balls were constantly slapping her chin, and his shaft was bruising her throat. Still, Seth enjoyed this roughness, and held onto his muscular thighs for support. Her nose would constantly hit his pubic area, inhaling his scent and increasing her desire for him.

“I bet you like this, don't you?" He asked as he saw Seth’s lustful gaze. She blinked twice as a “yes”.

“oh you filthy slut, I can tell that you're not a beginner.”

Her eyes were teary and her mascara was ruined, but despite her smeared make-up, she was constantly giving Krauser dirty and needy looks. Once her tongue began to twirl around his shaft, it never stopped until he pulled out.

Krauser pulled out slowly, and Seth could finally breathe. His cock left her lips while it was soaked in a mixture of his fluids and her saliva, and a small string connected her mouth and his tip. Some fluids were dripping down her chin, but she didn’t bother to wipe them as Krauser cupped her face so she could continue to look up at him.

“Seeing you look up at me makes me want to fill your throat until you choke,” he said as his fingers caressed her cheeks.

Upon hearing this, she nodded enthusiastically and moved her head forward so she could engulf his shaft again, but he stopped her before her lips even touched it.

“But I wanna ask you first. Where do you wanna be filled first? In your mouth or your tight little cunt?”

She might have fallen to the floor if she wasn't already on her knees. It was a rough and direct proposal, one that she enjoyed deeply, and her response came shortly.

“Inside me, sir.”

”Good choice,” he said as he lifted Seth and placed her on the chair.

She wore a short dress with a turtleneck, an outfit similar to Wesker's but very practical when it came to this sort of thing. It made Krauser wonder if they had an affair, but he couldn’t focus much on that thought since he was busy pulling down her panties while lifting her skirt.

“Hmmm,” he murmured as he kneeled and drew his face closer to her heated core. “You have such a beautiful pussy.” He said before thick saliva left his lips, making contact with her core.

“Thank you, Mr.Krauser.” She added. Two big thumbs then pressed gently on her flesh and spread that saliva across her cunt, mixing it with her juice.

Seth let out a sharp exhale upon feeling his thick fingers, and then she continued to let out soft moans. Krauser’s fingers found her clit and began to massage it, up and down and in circular motions, until she was a moaning mess. His free hand lifted her blouse so her breasts were exposed, and he began to squeeze them gently as his focus was on her core.

“Jack, I wanna feel you…” she said between heavy breaths.

“Oh yeah, you want me to fuck this pussy of yours?” He inserted his fingers inside, going at a slightly fast speed, as his big thumb kept stimulating her clit.

“Y-yes…”

“So, so tight…”

His fingers were so thick that they had already filled her up.

“I-I want….”

“I know, have patience."

Krauser stood up and aligned his cock at her entrance. To tease her, he gently massaged his tip up and down her wet slit, and Seth was quick to react.

“Please…” she said in a whiny voice.

“I like it when you get all needy," he said as he pushed the first inches of his cock inside her. The stretch made Seth's body turn into jelly, and she was nothing more than a doll in his arms. Still, she found some strength to grab his now healed hand and place it around her throat.

“Kinky bitch…”

Krauser didn't realize that at first, but when he felt something inside him that he thought was dead. It was the feeling of power, or control. He would tighten and loosen his grip around her neck, watching Seth gasp for air as her face would turn red, only for her to breathe normally, and then he would go again.

She enjoyed this control, and it made her so wet that now his cock slid in and out with ease.

“Don’t you, don’t you have a knife?” she asked in a choked voice.

He pulled his hand away and stopped for a second to grab his knife. Its big blade was now traveling along her body, starting from her thighs, going to her belly, and eventually reaching her neck.

“You’re talking about this knife?”

“Yes”

“You like being controlled and dominated, don’t you? You live for the thrill, and that's why you’re working for a man like Wesker. I could stab you, and yet instead of running, you keep your legs open like the whore you are.”

"You talk way too much.”

“I’ve been told,” he said as he pressed the blade lightly on her skin. Seth's breath became irregular because she couldn’t predict his next move. She knew Krauser wouldn’t kill her, but she didn’t know whether he'd make a small cut or just keep it there. His cock remained buried inside her all the time. “You are so small and fragile in my hands.”

“I-I know.” she said with a weak voice. She grabbed his forearms and thrust her hips a little to get some friction down there. He took the hint and continued, while the knife remained at her throat. Jack is an ex-military; he won't hurt Seth unless she asks.

With the knife still at her neck, he picked up the pace as he felt his own orgasm approaching. Towering over her like that, controlling her gave him some of his confidence back. Below him, Seth was getting louder and louder as she could feel her own orgasm approaching as well. She loved how Krauser handled her during the sex, as if she were a doll. She knew a man like him could give her what she wanted; that's why she provoked him, and given his state, she knew he wouldn’t say no.

“Krauser, I think I’m coming….”

“Do it, come for me." He threw the knife away and placed both hands on the head of the chair for support. His pace became irregular and his thrusts clumsy, but he still managed to reach her spot. With every thrust, he felt Seth contracting around his shaft, and with a deep and hard thrust, he released his load inside her.

The sudden warm sensation that flowed inside her made her cum as well, and now her cunt was milking all of what Krauser had to give.

Exhausted, he collapsed on top of her, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, his cocks still inside.

"Do you think Wesker came in?” Krauser asked.

“If he did, he might’ve stayed and watched.”

“What?" He suddenly got up and looked around the room while pulling up his pants.

“Relax” Seth giggled and stood up too. “He has no need to stay here when he can stay very comfortable in a chair in one of our surveillance rooms.” She said as she pointed out to the cameras. “He can masturbate easier that way too.”

Krauser looked at the cameras with a shocked expression. Seth, on the other hand, was busy fixing her appearance. She pulled down her skirt and shirt and put her heels back on as they fell to the ground while Krauser was pounding into her like an animal.

“You're kidding, right?"

“Of course I am. Wesker is weird, but he will never watch other people have sex without their consent. I’m not sure he's into that anyway.”

“What, sex?”

“Yeah"

"So, you two didn’t…”

Seth remained silent for a few seconds.

“N-no…"

“I'm sorry, it was weird to ask.”

“It's ok."

Seth ran some tests on his new arm, and after the positive results, they both went to tell Wesker that the serum was a success.

Wesker did in fact enter the room, but just as Seth said, he had no interest in watching. He instead went upstairs and worked on other shady things.

He didn't say a word, and told them that the situation he was called for would take more time to fix than anticipated.

#albert wesker #f!oc #oc #jack krauser #smut #resident evil

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dahliawolfe · 2 years

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Day One

Sweet Pt. 2

I read the address scrawled across my palm one last time. Yeah, this is the place, but it looks more like a luxury hotel than a medical clinic. The outside is solid brownstone with sleek steel and glass accents. As I step through the automatic, frosted glass doors, I see that the inside is all marble and dark wood. An ornate woodwork desk is in the center of a spacious entryway, and a smiling woman in pastel pink scrubs sits behind it.

“Hi!” she chirps. “May I help you?”

“I umm… I have an appointment with Dr. Astrid. I’m Sparrow Winchester.”

“Ahh, Ms. Winchester! Yes, of course! Follow me. You’ll be in Dr. Astrid’s private waiting room until she’s done with her current patient.” She stands from behind the desk and leads me to a set of frosted double doors, where she slides a key card and motions me to go forward. I do so, and she steps right behind me, leading me down the long marble hallway to a spacious, carpeted room with a large couch and several leather chairs.

“Have a seat. Someone will be with you in a moment. May I offer you some sort of refreshment?”

“Oh, no. Thank you.” I’m a bit nervous. This is unlike any medical center that I’ve been to before. Of course, I’ve only ever been to the ER and the health department, well, and my mother’s psychiatric facility, of course. We’ve never had the money for healthcare. But still, I can tell that these people are striving to make their patients feel like they’re at a resort. There’s soft lighting, classical music playing low in the background, and sleek furniture. Underneath the air of wealth and privilege, there’s the underlying, almost cloying smell of antiseptic. It’s really the only clue to what this building functions as. I must be lost in my own thoughts, because when I hear my name being called, I almost jump out of my seat. I jerk my head up to see a middle-aged woman with chestnut hair pulled elegantly away from her face. Her blue eyes seem kind, and she’s smiling at me.

“Sparrow?” she questions again. I nod and stand up rapidly.

“Uh, yeah. That’s me. Sparrow Winchester.” Again, she smiles.

“Sparrow, I’m Dr. Astrid. Follow me, and we’ll see if we can’t get you all sorted.” I follow her down another marble hallway to an open room with a medical table in the corner.

“There’s a gown in that wardrobe over there. I’d like you to remove your clothes and slip it on. I’ll be back in a moment.” With that, she slips from the room, and I glance around nervously. Something tells me that this process is not going to be fun, but I need the money, and with any luck, in a few months, I can leave this all behind and be secure enough to pay my mom’s bills and provide for myself without breaking my neck to do so.

Three hours later, I’m leaving the medical center with a clean bill of health and a new prescription for birth control. I notice a sleek black car parked close to the entrance when I leave, but I don’t pay it much mind. Afterall, it fits in a hell of a lot better here than I do. I’m coming down the stairs leading to the parking lot when I hear “Sparrow!” being shouted. Immediately, my defenses go up. I’ve lived in NYC long enough to know that if you don’t fight, you die. But as I turn, I see that it’s Collin, and I ease up a little. I walk to his car and stand a few feet from him.

“Hi,” I greet lamely with a limp wave.

“Hello, Sweetheart,” he replies with a smile.

“So, uhh…What are you doing here?”

“I’m here to pick you up. We have some shopping to do, remember?”

“The phone. Yeah, I remember.”

“Not just that. I’ve been invited to a New Year’s Eve party, and you’ll need an outfit.”

“A party? I don’t really party. Well, not anymore.”

“It’ll be fun. There will be people your age there.” That’s when it hits me harder than ever. He is older than me. Much older than me. And maybe that’ll be a problem. He seems to have a distaste for people “my age”, if the look on his face is anything to go by. But then why bother making this arrangement with me? I’m sure there are older sugar babies. Sugar women? Either way, I hope that it’s not an issue. If so, it’s going to be a long few months.

I watch as Sparrow searches the racks for something that suits her tastes. She seems lost in her own world, and I can’t help but admire her. She’s wearing jeans that are frayed at the bottom and an old Led Zeppelin t-shirt. Her pants hang low on her hips, and her shirt slips down one shoulder a bit. Looking around at the other women in the store, I realize how out of place poor Sparrow must feel. With their highlighted and stacked hair; designer bags; and fake, bleached smiles, they look at Sparrow in disgust. Like they are somehow better than her. I feel the anger boils lightly in my veins. No one is better than my Sparrow, least of all these pathetic housewives.

“Uhh, Collin…” Sparrow says, waving her hand at me, obviously having done this a few times before I noticed.

“Yes, Sweetheart?” I reply, ignoring the other women as I stride over to Sparrow.

“I think I found some options. I was gonna go try them on, and well, I… I didn’t know if you wanted to come or not.” I smile. She really is a sweet girl.

“Of course. I’d love to, if you wouldn’t mind.” She shrugs and heads to the back of the store. I follow, stooping under the curtain as she holds it up. I can tell she’s nervous. I’m about to speak, when she beats me to it.

“It’s not you. Well, not entirely,” she says, crouching to untie her shoes. “Making me nervous, that is. It’s dressing rooms. I hate them. They make my skin crawl. I hate all the mirrors. And the curtains. And the fact that anybody could just stroll in. it’s all… quite frankly, it’s all bullshit,” she concludes, taking a deep breath.

“I see. Well, I’ll make sure no one comes in. I’ll block the curtain. How’s this?” I ask, stepping between her and the curtain. She gives me a shy smile.

“Thanks, now, just do the same with the mirror so I don’t have to see myself,” she says in a joking tone, though I can tell it’s no joke to her.

“I would never block such beauty,” I answer truthfully. She lets out an uneasy giggle before sliding her pants down her hips and stepping out of them. She leaves them on the floor and tosses her shirt onto the bench. And I’m shocked at the number of tattoos covering her skin. Under her breasts, a delicate fan of roses and a spiky purple flower surround a triskele. Her thigh is covered by a large peacock feather, with the word “dream” woven in. and a sparrow sits on each hip, while a tree of life is perched between her shoulder blades. I must be studying her for longer than acceptable, because she clears her throat just as I catch sight of the “Be brave” tattoo on the outside of her forearm. She has other words near her elbow, but I feel like I’ve stared longer than I should, so I look up to meet her eyes.

“I…my friend is a tattoo artist. He was apprenticing, and he needed practice. And now he needs to fill his portfolio. I let him eat free on Meatloaf Tuesdays, and he gives me ink.” She shrugs and rubs the back of her neck. “You hate them, don’t you?” she asks, not meeting my eyes. “Is this a deal breaker?” she questions.

“What?! No, of course not! May I…”

“You can look,” she says, moving her arms to her sides.

I step forward, taking her forearm into my hand. The words “But Darling, what if you fly?” are scrawled in elegant script on her delicate arm. I study her closely, making a circle around her, pausing as I catch the tiny moon behind her right ear. I also notice the large, raised scars on her arms, but the look in her eyes tells me not to question it. I give her a smile and gently kiss her cheek.

“They’re very nice. Your friend did a good job. Tell me, what are these flowers?” I stroke over the only colored ink on her body.

“Sheep’s Bit. They’re pretty big in Ireland. Before we came here, my mom let me press one in a book. I still have it. I like to look at it sometimes and remember home.”

“Well, that’s beautiful. I’m glad you have something left of there. Believe it or not, I know how it is to miss home.” She nods at my words, giving me a shy smile and looking down at her feet.

“Now, you have dresses to try on.”

After dinner at a nice Mexican place, Collin leads me to his place. It’s a loft on the 29th floor of one of the glass and steel buildings in Manhattan. I’m reminded how rich he actually is as we take his private elevator to the top floor. Of course, everything looks expensive, but surprisingly, it also looks homey. I can tell that he likes to be comfortable at home, and he’s added his own touches to the otherwise impersonal space.

“This place is just temporary. I’m looking for something I like better. I have a house in Texas that I love, but the work brings me here. Make yourself at home. I’m going to go change.” He walks toward what I assume is his bedroom, and I take a careful seat on his black leather sofa. The view from his window wall is amazing. I can see the twinkling lights of the city, and I remember that I do love New York. It’s as much home as Ireland. And while I wasn’t born here, I like being a New Yorker.

When Collin emerges, he’s in faded jeans and a white t-shirt. “That view’s great, ain’t it?” he chirps.

“Yeah, it’s beautiful.” He takes a seat next to me and studies me for a few seconds.

“What?” I ask. I’m not used to people looking at me so closely.

“You’re a beautiful girl, Sparrow.” He scoots closer as cups my cheek. His hand is large and warm against me, and I soak in the feeling of having someone appreciate me. When he leans in to kiss me, I follow, and let his lips brush mine. When his tongue pushes against my lips, I open my mouth to let it in.

After making out with Sparrow for long enough to harden my cock and wet her panties, I pull away and ask, “Can Daddy make you feel good, Baby?” She nods dazedly before her eyes widen and she blushes.

“I’ve…I’ve never…you know,” she stutters, looking down. Oh, she’s a virgin. Something about that fills me with pride.

“That’s alright, Babygirl. I can still make you feel good,” I say as I crouch down in front of her and reach for the button on her pants. She lifts her hips long enough for me to slide the jeans out of the way, but her hand immediately darts down, covering the black fabric of her panties.

“Nobody can like see in, right?” she questions, looking fearfully at the windows. I chuckle.

“No, Love. It’s one-way glass. You’re safe here with me. Ok? I’m going to take good care of you.” She nods and moves her hands away, allowing me to remove her panties and toss them with her jeans.

I nip her thigh before spreading soft, warm, slow kisses up her thighs to her core. I bury my nose in her damp skin and flick her clit with my tongue. Her hips dart off of the sofa, and I smile. She’s easy to rile up. Holding her hips down with my hands, I dive in, knowing that I’m about to have her screaming my name.

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That One Summer Night | A Bradley Bradshaw x Y/N oneshot

"That One Summer Night." - A Bradley Bradshaw Fluff One-shot.

Word count: 1773

This was started as a little dapple and it suddenly turned into a reader pov oneshot, enjoy!

KloofWriting

Who knew the beach could be so lovely? Y/N was sitting on the wooden deck of their small home. She loved this place, the ocean waves smelling of fresh seaweed. The scent was truly something magical when the sun hit the water just so perfectly that it glimmered, but there was always one sight better than the setting sun and the ocean.

She averted her gaze to Bradley, he was leaning against the railing she was sitting upon. He was watching the soft waves crash and fight each other. He hadn’t noticed her admiring him. His soft curls moving with the breeze, his eyes the color of a honeycomb.

She seemed to be staring too long to the point where he met her gaze. He had a fresh stubble that she just simply loved to tease him for.

“Enjoying the view?” He asked, his tone deep and made her bones rattle with enjoyment. Her face tinted red from his snarky comment.

“Maybe a little too much.” She giggled out of habit of being flustered. He always made her flustered, he was just so perfect. She couldn’t believe how lucky she got, she had always admired him. He looked like something out of a fantasy, and she was the princess.

“Glad to know you enjoy the ‘ocean.’ So very much.” He put up his fingers when he said ocean, he had a deep chuckle afterwards.

“The ocean is pretty, but there’s something way more handsome right beside me.”

Instead of teasing her back, he just looked beside himself. “The deck?” He asked, with a flat tone.

“You’re a dork, you know that?” She shoved his side with her hand, it earned a warm chuckle out of him.

“I do now.” She was greeted by his warm smile, she loved it so much. It shined in her darkness. They always watched the sunset together, it was one thing she often looked forward to.

Besides the endless dancing, playing piano while she sat on his lap. The singing and almost catching the whole kitchen on fire because of how carried away they got, he was like a child at times. He gave her sideways grins and almost every time they baked he ended up half covered in some sort of flour or liquid. He always would laugh it off too.

His confidence and love was just through the roof. She absolutely adored how characteristic he was. He was always slow with her, the past probably wasn’t the best topic for her. He always let her do everything at her own pace.

“I’m glad you do, because I see it everyday.” She flicked his nose which made him snort.

“I almost caught the kitchen on fire one time, and now you go around calling me a dork.” He had a voice like it wasn’t a big deal.

“Yeah! And we both almost lost our house! The stove was smoking and everything.”

“Just remind me not to ever cook a turkey again.” He shrugged, the story behind it was a simple thanksgiving dinner. Their families ran a bit behind schedule and Bradley’s simple job was to cook the turkey. He, of course, got distracted in teasing her and spinning her around that he forgot about the turkey. Long story short, they didn’t have a turkey for thanksgiving that year.

“It wasn’t just a turkey, do you remember that one christmas?”

Bradley looked at her, the look on his face was just pure embarrassment. “We don’t talk about that Christmas morning.” He pointed his finger towards her. “We both kept a promise to never speak of that again.”

“And I won’t, but burning down houses seems to be your specialty. You should put that on your resume.” She hopped off of the railing, as she was picking up the dirty plates off the outdoor furniture.

“I wonder what my employers would think if they saw under talents just the word Arson.” He jokingly said, as he took the plates from her and made her scoff.

“I could’ve gotten those!” She complained.

“Yet, I stole them.” He gave her a cheeky grin as he slipped inside through the glass sliding door.

She stepped inside, she was greeted by the candles they had lit earlier, the record player still going with the song We fell in love in October. It was usually a song they played when it was a calm night, Bradley was over the sink as he was washing the plates and placing them in the cabinet.

“I still could’ve done that myself, Roos.”

“Well, I don’t think my precious Darlin’ should be working in the kitchen on her day off. Plus, we have some dancing to do and I want all the time we have to go towards that.”

She perked up slightly. “You want to dance.. tonight?” She asked. They hadn’t danced for a solid week at most, Bradley had been overwhelmly stressed with work and she didn’t want to fill his plate with pointless things.

“Why not? Is there a problem with that.. ?” He questioned as he was leaning against the quartz countertop, he had his arms crossed over his well-defined chest.

“No- you just have been moody and I didn’t want to bother you with pointless-“

“We’re dancing, it’s not pointless either.” Bradley cut her off, as he boosted himself up from the counter and came over to her. “What record did you want to do this time?” He asked as he took both of her hands, he pulled her over to the middle of the room where most of the space was for them to dance.

“Um..” She took a moment to look at the records in the box. “My Girl?” She asked, and she acted as if she had never picked out a record before.

“Ah, a classic.” He whispered as he switched out the records, lining it up perfectly before he took both of her hands again, the start of the song always made her hand stand on edge.

He brought her close, the swaying motion brought her to peace. The fact that she could stare at his face like it was a billion stars, if eyes could take shape, her own would be the shape of stars.

She stepped on top of his own feet, it made him smile as he looked down. She always stood on top of his feet when they danced, it made swaying enjoyable, it made laughter fill the silent room.

She wished it could last forever. That every night of her life could end in laughter and smiles from the one she loved, the one she admired.

The one that set fire to the Christmas tree on Christmas morning, the one that burnt thousands of items of food. The stupid grins he gave her when he got icing from the sugar cookies mixed into his mustache during the spring. When he broke a whole set of China because he was in a rush and they both looked at eachother like they were going to be murdered within seconds.

His laugh that always brought warmth to her own figure, when they watched horror movies and she practically clinged to him. He always did the ruffling of his hair when he didn’t know what to say next. When he would put her on his shoulders during baseball games so she could see better.

The one time she came home from work and found him and Bugz passed out on the couch, his soft snores in a rhythmic pattern. His own dog matching his own snore, she remembered snapping a photo of that day. She loved how fluffy his hair looked, and how much she wanted to squeal at his adorable sleepy look.

He was the man of her dreams, the man that led her through the valley of death. He was the light of her world and he was right here, in front of her dancing with her.

She could just vision the nights he picked her up and held her above himself and just spun around before placing her back down to the ground. How hard she would laugh when he would do it, so hard her ribs were soft and aching afterwards. She had her breath taken away from him every time.

“You’re the man of my dreams.” She whispered, her mind had been racing. Her hands were holding his face as his own were holding her waist. She gently scratched his stubble.

“And you’re the woman of mine.” He answered, melting into her touch. He was so perfect, there was nothing more she could ask for. The stories, the affection. She wished she could just have it play over and over again.

His comment made her lay her forehead against his own as they swayed, he hugged her small figure as he rested his chin on the top of her head. The music had simply faded away, they were still swaying, still dancing.

She was still holding his face in her hands. Her small hands were nothing compared to his own, but everytime they held hands it felt like a perfect fit.

She was his, and he was hers. The promise rings that sat upon their fingers spoke that pretty well.

“Who knew we had the same dreams?” Her tone is soft.

“It’s just a convenience.” He jokingly said, nuzzling his nose against hers. It caused her to giggle.

“Sounds like a pretty great convenience.” She was smiling so wide, her breath was being taken away from his sarcasm. They finally stopped swaying and she stepped off of his feet.

“Pretty magical isn’t it?” He asked her, as she slowly pulled her hands away. She didn’t want to let go. He didn’t let her get far as he put his hands on her waist and pulled her back in.

“Aren’t we forgetting something?” He whispered softly, she hadn’t even had time to answer his question from before. He was so quick to grab her back. Her face went a bright red.

“Are we?” She asked, her eyes staring right into his. She didn’t break contact. “We watched the sunset, and danced. What else could we possibly be missing?”

“This.”

His lips met her own, she was simply teasing him to see what he would do. Of course, she kissed back. They held that kiss for a solid three minutes, those three minutes felt like the most beautiful eternity on earth.

It was just Y/N and Bradley, nothing else could stop them from enjoying this perfect moment. That’s where everything needed to be, right in his arms.

And that’s all she could ask for.

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