#talking to you and responding to you is so alluring and irresistible

[objectum-culture-is]

objectum culture is being in love with rebornica phone guy as a kid and realizing how attracted you are to phones later in life...

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[onlygarden]

[can i watch?] - park sunghoon

genre: smut, some fluff

description: when your boyfriend walks into the bathroom just before you're about to shave your intimate parts, he decides he needs to watch you.

sunghoon x female reader, unprotected sex, shower sex, dom sunghoon, sunghoon is down bad for reader and can barely control himself lmao (he's so cutie), sunghoon is a little rough 18+

a/n: i got this idea suddenly while i was shaving in the shower hehe i neeeeeded to bring it to life i hope u guys get me

you step into the humidity of the shower, the steam enveloping you and filling your pores. your body immediately warms. you allow yourself to fully relax as the hot water glides soothingly along your body. after washing up, your mind is plagued with the reminder of needing to shave, already feeling annoyed by the tedious task. didn’t i just shave not too long ago? why does body hair have to grow so fast? you think pointlessly to yourself. 

the sound of the bathroom door opening reaches your ears, and you peek around the shower curtain to see sunghoon brushing his teeth. he notices you, and immediately bites back a smile. 

“you’re gonna get water all over the rug, idiot,” he teases, the sound of his voice being muffled by his toothbrush making you giggle. 

you playfully scowl. “the curtain’s hardly open, idiot,” you respond, “and you’re gonna get toothpaste all over the floor if you keep trying to talk with a toothbrush in your mouth,” you jest. sunghoon laughs immediately, your playful smirk stretching into a wide smile following his infectious laughter. 

you close the curtain, and you can hear the subtle sounds of your boyfriend rinsing his mouth. a sudden, dramatic sigh travels through the bathroom. 

“why does it take you an eternity to shower?” he pokes jokingly. “are you not done already?” the shower curtain is promptly yanked open to allow your boyfriend enough space to point to his wrist playfully, signaling for you to hurry up. 

you can’t conceal your surprise at his sudden action, but you break into a fit of laughter at his silliness, pushing his body away and shutting the curtain. “you’re scum,” you tell him, as you continue to laugh. “don’t you have any manners?” when he begins speaking you can tell by the volume of his voice that he’s still close to the curtain. “after fucking you senseless so many times i figured you were cool with me seeing you naked,” he digs, anticipating your reaction with a smile on his face.

you peek your head outside of the shower once again, greeting sunghoon with repeated smacks to his chest before returning to the flow of warm water. sunghoon stumbles back a bit, letting out an ‘ah’ through his laughter as your hand thumped against him. 

 “what else do you even need to do? haven’t you finished washing up by now?” sunghoon asks from the other side of the curtain. how cute is he, getting impatient as your time in the shower interrupts your time with him. 

“i’ll be done soon, i just need to finish shaving,” you tell him, completely oblivious to the idea that appeared unexpectedly in your boyfriend’s mind. 

“can i watch?” he asks, an ill-fitting casual tone lacing his brazen words. 

what?

you’re wildly flustered by his sudden request. 

“why would you want to? i promise it’s not anything special,” you tell him, confused as to why he’d want to watch you do such a simple thing in the first place. he was probably expecting your intimate parts to be put on an alluring display, but it’s not like you ever looked irresistibly attractive while you shaved. 

“please just let me watch, i’ve always been curious about it,” he pleads, his hopes of convincing you to comply with his request resting in the sky. “anything you do is special. and sexy.” 

gosh. you sigh. how were you supposed to resist your precious boyfriend when he asked you like that? his curiosity towards the way you complete such a mundane function seemed genuine, anyway. 

you comply, although you make him understand the conditions of his request. 

“fine. but it won’t be sexy, just so you know. i’m just gonna shave in the same unflattering position that i always do.” 

sunghoon flings the shower curtain aside with excitement, looking directly into your eyes with a faint smirk dusting his features. god, he’s so attractive, you thought. you could just melt into a puddle under his gaze. 

“do i have to remind you that you’re always sexy, even when you aren’t trying to look sexy?” 

a wide smile crawls across your face, your lips utterly betraying you, and you bite your lip to prevent it from growing any further. “shut up,” you say, turning around to grab your razor, then sitting down with your back resting against the wall of the shower. 

sunghoon leans his shoulder against the wall near the shower, crossing his arms over his chest. his intense stare almost made you uncomfortable, but you remember his undeniable desire to watch you do this, and his enthusiasm assists you in relaxing. he was your boyfriend, after all. you were always candid around him. he’s seen you do everything, whether you felt attractive or not. 

you separate your legs, completely exposing the most intimate part of yourself in such a natural setting. sunghoon inhales sharply. 

you look up at him, noticing the sudden heaviness of his expression, his features tugged down by such a tempting display. his eyelids were notably lax. is he already starting to get turned on? 

upon noticing your gaze, his stare travels from your unshaven pussy to your eyes. 

“you ready for the show?” you joke, relieving a bit of the tension. i’ll end up hurting myself if i get turned on, too. sunghoon smiles a bit. “i’m stoked,” he replies with the same friskiness. 

you slightly adjust the way you were sitting to give yourself a proper view of each spot that needed your razor’s attention. you begin gliding the razor across the sensitive skin attentively, using your fingers to spread yourself as you needed. sunghoon’s eyes were stubbornly locked onto the scene in front of him. 

the way your fingers moved across your pussy, although you weren’t trying to pleasure yourself it still drove him insane. blood began rushing to his cock and the speed of his breathing steadily increased. he throbbed in his sweatpants. you enthralled him. he almost couldn’t take it. why would he ask to be tortured like this? idly watching you, pussy exposed, as you casually glided the razor and your fingers across your delicate skin. 

god he was so turned on. he struggled to contain his predatory cravings while you carefully shaved yourself, since he didn’t want you to end up getting hurt. still, he needed you painfully. 

“babe, finish up,” sunghoon suddenly says, voice deep and breathless. your pussy throbbed a bit at the desperation in his voice, and with the way you were fully exposed before him, you know he must’ve noticed it. 

“i’m almost done, baby. just one more thing,” you say tenderly. 

his awestricken gaze remains attached to you as you suddenly stand up. he impatiently slips off his shirt, wanting to be ready to latch onto you when you’re finally finished. 

you turn your body around, sunghoon’s eyes immediately traveling the expanse of your bare shoulders, moving to the curves of your waist, and utterly basking in the plumpness of your lovely behind. your skin burned as you could feel his intense stare. 

although you were never uneasy around sunghoon, what you were about to do next made you a bit too bashful to face him. 

you spread your ass apart to shave the space in between, wanting to make sure all your intimate parts were perfectly smooth. sunghoon’s mouth falls open slightly in astonishment, and he exhales heavily, eyes fluttering in a faint manner. did you enjoy torturing him? 

hearing his reaction, you’re quite surprised that he actually found your actions sexy, but you weren’t complaining in the slightest. 

sunghoon was so aroused he felt like he could explode. the fight against his inner desire to touch you is increasing rapidly in difficulty. he quickly removes his sweatpants and boxers, his painfully solid cock springing free, already dripping in anticipation of being sheathed inside your heavenly pussy. 

you rinse your razor off underneath the stream of the shower, and you quickly rinse your body to rid yourself of any tiny loose hairs. 

“all done,” you say, turning to look at sunghoon, the unobstructed sight of his naked body sending heat across your skin. 

he quickly joins you in the shower, shutting the curtain behind him and grabbing your hips with fervor. he pulls you towards him until his cock is poking at your stomach, and he walks forward until you thud against the shower wall. your hands reach his chest, gliding across the skin until they rest upon his shoulders. 

“you looked so fucking sexy doing that,” his hands begin to tighten around your hips as if he was starving, and you were the meal he was aching to devour. “it was so hard to stop myself from pushing you against the wall and fucking you until can barely speak,” he connects his lips with yours before you can even react to his crude words, and you can immediately feel the fierce, greedy arousal that had been welling up inside him. 

he shoves his tongue into your mouth, too hungry to play the slow and gentle game with you. he felt like he could burst at the seams. 

his hand moves from your hips to your pussy, his middle finger sliding eagerly between your folds, exploring and inspecting you to check if you were ready to take him. he just couldn’t take it. he’d never felt so impatient about anything in his life. 

he breathes out as you moan quietly into his mouth, your voice breaking and your volume suddenly increasing as he shoves his middle finger inside of you with haste. you grip the space between his neck and shoulder in desperation. 

he pulls his face away from yours to watch your features contort as he pumps his middle finger slowly inside of you. 

“you really this wet just from me looking at you?” his palm makes repeated contact with your clit, and his finger persistently skates along the spongy patch inside of you.  

“should i stretch you out some more? hm?” he asks, not truly expecting an answer. his ring finger glides directly beside his other digit, and his pumping grows rapid once both fingers are fully enveloped by your warmth. 

grabbing the back of your thigh, he pushes your leg up to gain a more generous angle. he admired as your pussy laid on display, just for him. just how he wanted it to be. 

your eyes nearly flutter shut, your face twitching in bliss as his fingers move in and out of you at a swift pace. his palm made contact with your clit each time his fingers rammed inside of you, and the way he stared menacingly into your eyes as he forced you open on his fingers entirely overwhelmed you. your eyes already burned with tears from the pleasure sunghoon piled onto you. 

he smirked down at you. how cute, he thought. 

“aw baby, are you already crying for me?” his fingers don’t falter as he speaks to you condescendingly. 

“is my cock gonna be too much for you?” you shake your head urgently, sunghoon’s skilled fingers sending your mind to an unimaginable state, beyond delirious. sunghoon lets out a satisfied chuckle before he speaks again. 

“i know it’s not. you’re just gonna take it however i give it to you.” as his words fall out of his mouth menacingly, he pulls his fingers out of you, leaving you dizzy and empty before lowering your leg. sunghoon already waited enough. he needed to be inside you. 

“turn around,” he says bluntly. you quickly oblige, never daring to question a request during sex with sunghoon. 

your hands rest against the slippery shower wall, and you feel sunghoon’s hands upon your hips again, pulling them back until he’s pleased with your position. twinged with desire for you, sunghoon’s hands find your ass and he spreads it apart, smacking it. how relieving was it that he could finally touch you the way he desperately wanted to as he watched you moments before. 

sunghoon kisses your back, causing you to twitch. his lips move to the side of your neck before grazing your ear, his nose sniffing your hair. he was intoxicated by everything about you. 

“need to know you’re ready for me,” he whispers, waiting for your approval before letting his impulses take control of him. 

“i’m ready, sunghoon.” you announce gently.

his length, unimaginably stiff with need, rams into you abruptly to the hilt. sunghoon takes a moment to revel in the fact that he’s finally surrounded by your pussy. your warm silky pussy was hugging him so snugly, and he’s never felt more compelled by anything in his entire lifetime. 

he starts ramming into you, punishing your insides with the ferocity and speed of his hips. his grip on your hips tightens to a painful measure, his nails digging into your skin, showing you just how hungrily he longed to bury himself into you, just how deprived he was of the pleasure you provided him with.

“hoon, slow down! too fast!” you moan out, barely finding the ability to speak due to the way he relentlessly tore through you. 

he continued the way he torturously snapped into you, not changing the way his hips moved in the slightest.

“you know i can’t, baby,” he breathes out, “just be a good girl and take it for me, like you always do.” as he continues his harsh dealing of your body, your moans begin to sound more like sobs. 

god, he was obsessed with it. 

“it’s ok baby, fuck, i know you can do it.” sunghoon was in bliss. there was no way he could stop now, especially when he knew you could handle it. sunghoon knows you well enough to recognize when you’re at your limit, and you still had more to give him.

“ah, fuck, you feel so fucking good baby.” sunghoon groans, using one hand to brace himself against the shower wall. you were absolutely falling apart underneath him. 

“so soft, so pretty for me,” he tells you, his brows furrowing as he surrenders himself entirely to your pleasure. he moves to attach his lips to your neck, and your mouth gapes open, your cries now struggling to leave your throat. 

“close, sunghoon,” you manage to tell him, and the way your name falls off his lips along with the uncontrollable moans you let out leaves him dazed. 

“oh god baby, me too,” he says, his voice strained. he returns his lips to your neck, breathy groans leaving him as he grows closer to spilling inside of you. 

his hand that rested on your hip glides along your stomach and down to your clit, rubbing rapid circles causing you to shove your hips back towards him. his lips detach from your neck as he moans deeply. you grab his forearm, pleading with him to take it easier on you, but he continues regardless. 

you cuss and stutter out sunghoon’s name as you cum, your body curling forward slightly, utterly overwhelmed by the blinding waves of pleasure coursing through you. you barely register sunghoon’s chants of “that’s it, baby,” as your eyes flutter and roll back, your body trying to handle the orgasm that sunghoon just gave you. 

the way your body shook and your pussy spasmed around his cock made sunghoon squeeze your hip brutally as he groaned, closing his eyes. he spilled inside you, his mouth falling open as deep, breathy moans fell from his lips in slow succession, the pace of his hips slowing to a complete stop. he furrowed his brows, astonished by the high that only you could give rise to.

he wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, burrowing his face into your neck as the both of you recovered. the feeling of his breath against your neck sent chills fiercely coursing through you. 

“god, you’re amazing,” he mumbles into your neck, placing his parted lips on the moist skin softly, his breath still hitting your neck with the wispiness of a feather. you smile, turning to glance back at him as his head lifts from the refuge of your skin. 

he pulls his length out of you slowly, now drenched in your essence having just been plunged inside of you. his length gradually leaves you empty as your pussy returns to it’s normal size, reminding you just how much he stretched you out. 

he turns your body around, moving his hands fondly along the curve of your waist, fingers satisfied by the smoothness of the trail they traveled. he pauses when he notices the prominent nail marks and bruises around your hips. you can recall the way he heedlessly attacked your hips while drilling into you, but you weren’t burdened by it at all. 

he frowns and shifts his eyes to meet yours. “i’m really sorry, baby, i didn’t realize,” he says regretfully. “are you hurt?” he asks with concern, hoping for a certain answer. the endless domain of his shiny brown eyes makes you melt, your adoration for him swelling within you. 

you smile a bit, shaking your head to convey your lighthearted perception of his actions. “hoon, i’m fine. it didn’t bother me one bit,” you assure him, pinching his cheek. 

his expression flips with a bright cheekiness at your admission. “yea, i could tell,” he pokes, beginning to dramatically mimic the sounds of your pleasured cries from moments ago. 

you gasp, lifting your fist to bash the side of it into his chest repeatedly. sunghoon laughs, his embarrassing mockery of you stopping as you began your onslaught. you push his giggling body off of you and pout in jest. you move past him to step towards the warm water, rinsing your sweaty body. 

you feel his hands drifting across your body again as he sweetly says, “here, let me wash you up.”

[minispidey]

omg i can just imagine johnathan x student reader but reader REFUSES to even touch him if he doesn’t leave Mira

Green Sleeves.

Jonathan Levy x f!reader.

drabble. 481 words.

a/n: SO SORRY IT TOOK A WHILE BABES i thought i lost the draft 😭 but here u go! omfg i forGOT I CHANGED STUFF WAIT IM SO SORRY

warnings: desperate jonathan, cheating, no smut babes. not beta read. english is not my first language.

From the moment he met you, you've always had this seductive look in your eyes. You would pull him in as if you're a magnet. He knew he shouldn't, he had a wife and a daughter. But he couldn't help but be hypnotized by your beauty.

You held yourself with confidence, poise and elegance, yet kind to everyone.

You were nothing like his wife. You were kind to him even if you were slowly seducing him into wanting you, yearn for you. You wanted to cloud his mind with thoughts of you.

And you succeeded.

One night of drinking with some co-workers, you completely had him on a leash. You didn't do anything with him, not yet.

Here you were, looking at him. Just innocently staring at him while finishing some papers. Jonathan felt a sudden rush of desire, his eyes locked with yours, his body responding to your stare. The submissive side of him awakened, as he felt an irresistible urge to feel your touch.

What did your skin feel like? Your lips— he wanted to smudge that signature lipstick you've always worn, what do you taste like?

He made his way towards you. As the other workers carried on with their tasks, oblivious to the sensual tension in the air, Jonathan approached you with a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

Standing before you, he lowered his gaze, unable to resist your alluring presence. His voice came out as a soft whisper, tinged with both excitement and submission. He whimpers your name in a whisper.

You winked before getting up from your seat and walking off into the empty hallway.

Jonathan followed you, his heart racing with anticipation. He couldn't resist the magnetic pull between the two of you, and he knew that he had to have you, even if only for a brief moment.

As you turned to face him, a smirk playing on your lips, Jonathan closed the distance between you, his eyes locked with yours. He pressed you against the wall, his hands finding their place on your waist, gripping you possessively. His breath was hot against your ear as he whispered "You're driving me crazy."

He faced you, moving forward to capture your lips but you placed a finger against yours. You tutted, disappointed in him "You know we can't." you purred. Jonathan whimpers in response "Please... please, just need to kiss you. Just one kiss."

"Jon."

"Yes?"

"We've talked about this..." you smiled "No touching."

"Please... I can't anymore..." he whimpers.

"I'm not letting you have," you pointed to your body, shifting seductively "...all of this until you leave your wife."

"Fuck..." his eyes looked at you desperately "Just- Just one taste, please... need your kiss..."

You smirked before slipping out of his grasp and walking away, swaying your hips from side to side.

"Only when you leave her can you have me, understood?"

[strawberrystepmom]

kendall, i am batting my eyelashes at you asking you to elaborate on vampire satoru, pretty, pretty please

only bc I love BOTH of u…..OKAY SO HE ISNT A FULLY FLESHED OUT IDEA BUT I’m so fixated on like….how alluring? offputting? vampire satoru is

he approaches you at a bar. cliche, unimpressively so, but you can’t deny the rush of having the best looking man between these four walls vying for your attention so you humor him. you let him occupy your space, arm leaning on the bar top while he bends at the waist and holds his head close to your mouth to hear exactly what you’re saying.

he looks up at you through shocking white lashes and pins you with a glance.

“it’s loud in here, isn’t it? what do you say we go outside?”

if it were anyone else, you’d likely politely decline and start to leave the bar to avoid any awkwardness but you decide to stick by his side. he has been nothing but polite all night and if worse comes to worse you can always put that pepper spray your friend gave you three christmases ago to use.

your purse dangles from your elbow and you note exactly where you remember the shape of the cab being. you follow him out, bolder than you’ve ever felt, but you stop outside the door. the dingy bar lighting did him no justice and you simultaneously thank your lucky stars and wonder if you’re on some ridiculous practical joke show given this unbelievable…man, you guess, next to you.

“can i ask what made you come talk to me?”

he shrugs, white hair that almost gleams falling over his eyebrows and forehead. he’s otherworldly handsome yet boyish in every way and he’s driving you crazy, you think, watching his lips twist into a smirk. dimples, you think. deep and gorgeous and so distracting you barely notice how he rushes to retract his fangs.

he’s been doing that all night, your scent so irresistible his body is responding on its own. you don’t seem to notice a thing and his smirk becomes a smile.

“you seem different,” he offers and you cock your head in a way that makes your throat strain and he takes a sharp breath through his nose. thank god for noise pollution, he thinks as some tinny pop music plays from the speakers beneath the awning above you. “i like different.”

pondering his words, you shake your head and offer a wily smile to match his own.

“i don’t think i’m the only one who is different here.”

you’re trying to flirt your way through how perplexed you feel even looking at him. there’s something about him you can’t put your finger on. an aura, perhaps.

“you’re right about that,” he confirms while leaning in your direction and placing one of his large palms on the wall above your head.

“i’m nothin’ you’ve ever met before.”

[outhereinnevada]

Could I please request some fluff/smut with Auditor? Thank u

WOOOO! Alright, time for the first NSFW fic!

Warning: NSFW content ahead. Minors DO NOT INTERACT.

Anyways, onto the fic! Enjoy anon!

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Relieving love - Auditor x Reader Smut

You've known the Auditor for as long as you can remember. Long before Nevada was thrown into madness.

When he founded the AAHW, he made you his second in command knowing that you had very similar ideals to him. If he was out and taking the day off, you would be put in charge.

The Agents and Engineers really loved having you around, you always made sure that they were well taken care of, especially the MAGS. The MAGS really enjoy just holding you in their hands to talk to you about whatever they had their minds on.

Auditor was very appreciative for your hard work in his absence and loved that you took the time to make the Agents and Engineers feel welcomed and readied in the AAHW. You were essentially a therapist for them.

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Another rough day for Auditor, a lot of shit went down. Hank and his crew raided the base that the Auditor was at that day, very few got out alive, but he finally got home. Closing the door a bit harshly, he sat down on the couch with his head in his hands, obviously stressed out.

"Auditor? Are you alright dear?"

He looked up to see you crouched in front of him, you took his hands into yours feeling the tension he radiated. He sighed, letting himself calm at your touch.

"It was another rough day, the base I was at got raided by Hank and his lot. Very few of us got out of there, a lot of casualties."

With a soft gasp, you placed a hand on his cheek. He nuzzled into it, putting his own hand on top of yours.

"Oh Audi...thank goodness you weren't harmed. I don't what I would do without you."

His body heated up, he adored when you used that nickname. The flames around his body got a little more wild.

"s/o...you know I get flustered when you call me that."

You giggled, sitting next to him, you threaded your fingers around his flames playfully. He kept getting more and more heated until he snapped. He turned to you and gripped your wrists, your surprised, blushing expression staring right at him.

"Audi?! Wha-what are you-"

He quickly cut you off, seeming incredibly desperate for some reason.

"I-I'm sorry s/o, I c-can't stop myself anymore. You're just too irresistible."

You stared into his loving gaze, you knew what he wanted, what he needed at this moment. You gave soft smile before slipping out of his grip and giggling. Shocked, he turned his tomato red face toward you.

"Well, you'll just have to catch me then!"

Not wasting a second, you ran around the house. Auditor catching onto what you're doing, got up and started to playfully chase you. You ran around for a bit before running into your shared bedroom and jumping onto the bed, with Auditor following your actions and landing beside you.

You two laughed for awhile before Auditor got back into his previous mood, his body once again heating up. Hovering over you, his hands placed beside your head he leaned closer to you. Your face now turning more red from how close he was.

"Caught you~"

His voice became huskier, a sign that he became needy. You looked away shyly, burying your head into your arm.

"W-well, here's your prize then."

He chuckled, you knew you were in good hands with that laugh.

"Oh darling, you're in for a treat tonight~"

He gently pulled your arm away from your face and brushed your hair away from your face.

"I wouldn't want anything less~"

That set Auditor off, he leaned in to give a brief kiss on your lips before slowly moving to your neck. The light licks on your neck gave you sudden chills before he started to lightly nibble and suck on it, giving you hickeys.

"Au-Audi."

You let out a soft moan indicating your pleasure. He decided to take it a step further and really bite down. A sharp gasp emanated from your submissive form.

"AAH, please...a bit more gentle."

He reeled back a bit. Noticing, you put a hand on his shoulder to reassure him.

"I apologise s/o. I'll a bit more gentle for you."

You kissed his cheek, a sign to keep going. He kept biting and sucking on your neck, trying to find your sweet spot. A yelp from you signalled that he found it.

Continuing to abuse your sweet spot, he snaked his hand up your stomach to your chest. You raked your fingers through the flames atop his head, your breaths hot and heavy.

He chuckled heartily at your flushed expression, proceeding to toy with your breasts as he left a few more hickeys on your neck. You decided he need some pleasure too, you lifted your leg to grind against his crotch. He let out a subtle groan, his face coated in red.

"Oh~ You want to play that game do you my love? Very well."

You didn't even notice that your shirt and bra were gone, before you could respond he started to nibble and suck on one of your breasts and massaging the other with his hand. The bliss was too much for you, you became putty within The Auditor's hands.

"P-please, I-I need you more. Just-jus-."

You couldn't finish your sentence as you let out another lustful moan.

"I could make you wait longer, but that would just be cruel of me~ So let's just get to the point."

You smirked, getting an idea. Before he could try anything, you flipped him over putting him on the bottom. You revelled in his shocked expression.

"Sorry dear, but I believe that you need some attention as well."

You quickly unzipped his pants and pull down his boxers, letting his cock spring up, the tip leaking with anticipation. You ogled at the grand size of it. You gently laid your fingers on the shaft, even the lightest touch got Auditor worked up.

"Wow, you really were holding out for me weren't you?"

Letting out warm, shaky breaths, he gripped onto your shoulders. You rubbed the inside of his thighs before pressing your soft lips against the head of his length, lightly sucking on it. Auditor gripped the sheets hard out of the sheer amount of satisfaction he was receiving.

"Ke-Keep going, you're doing so wonderfully-"

Multiple whimpers and moans escaped him, interrupting himself. This only prompted you to go down on him properly. Slowly taking more of his member each time he let out even a single noise, you pumped whatever you couldn't fit in your mouth.

The Auditor was in absolute ecstasy, he could barely speak. Your tongue swirled around the shaft as if you had done this many times before. You had taken in so much that it was hitting the back of your throat and you started to choke and gag.

"s-s/o. I-I'm-AGHH!"

Without warning, Auditor shot his load deep into your throat with a strained groan. You tried your best to swallow every drop of his seed as to not make a mess on the sheets. Finally ceasing, you released his cock from your mouth with a satisfying pop.

"Goodness, you...you were really pent-up. That was a lot to swallow."

Gazing into your tired eyes, he laughed to himself. He flipped you back to bottom position, a hungry look in his crimson gaze.

"I don't believe we're done yet, since you so rudely interrupted me when I was trying to please you."

He swiftly removed your pants along with your panties, he wiped two fingers on your opening rubbing his fingers together taking note of the wetness.

"Hmm, already soaking wet and I've barely done anything to you. Let's fix that shall we~"

Plunging the two fingers deep into your slit, he scissored you wide open to prep you for the ravaging he was about to give you. You tried to hide your increasingly high-pitched moans but the pleasure was just too much to keep quiet about.

"I hope you're ready s/o because once I start, I won't stop until I'm satisfied."

The threatening but alluring tone of Auditor's voice sent you into a downward spiral of lust and want. Removing his fingers, he lined himself up to insert himself into you. Leaning closer, he could feel how hot your breath was against his skin.

"Please...be gentle, it-it's my first time and feel it might break me if you go too hard and fast."

He caressed your cheek, giving you a gentle kiss. He rubbed the tip of his shaft against your entrance seeming eager to pop your cherry seeing as he was your first.

"Don't worry, I'll make sure you aren't harmed. That is a promise."

You nodded, slowly but surely he pushed his way into you. With every bit of his length that pressed in, you let out a strained but pleasured whimper. Finally hilting himself within you, the tears finally ran down your cheeks. He tenderly wiped away the tears and rested his forehead against yours, awaiting your signal to go.

After a couple of minutes, you shifted and a sultry whine was your response. Given the all clear, Auditor wasted no time getting into a rhythmic pattern. You wrapped your arms around him tightly, nails scratching his back which only made him speed up. Your lewd yelps and screams were music to his ears.

"Yes, keep screaming my dear, let me know that I'm giving you what's rightfully yours!"

You were tightening around his member by the second, each thrust leaving you seeing stars. Not wanting to be the only one, you bit down his neck and started leaving your own hickeys on him though they wouldn't be as noticeable as yours.

Your body trembled against his, his movements were getting slower and sloppier. You couldn't hold it in anymore and he neither could he.

"AUDI!"

"S/O!"

At the call of each others names, you both released, there was so much cum that it leaked out of you, so much for not making a mess. Finally coming down from your highs, he pulled out seeing all of the excess fluid, he quickly cleaned you and himself before pulling a thick blanket over the both of you. You buried yourself into Auditor's side as he flopped down next to you, snaking an arm around you to pull you close to his radiating warmth.

"That...that was amazing."

"I agree, you did incredibly well for your first time. I'm proud of you."

You giggled as he planted a kiss on the top of your head, petting your head as he lulled you into a peaceful sleep before falling asleep himself.

"Goodnight s/o, may your dreams be pleasant tonight."

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WOOOOOOOOOOO! FIRST NSFW FIC IS DONE! I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS ANON CUZ I SURE DID.

[jj-babebank]

Room 107 // chapter II // JJ Maybank (smut)

The story picks up where season 2 leaves us.

TW: Contains mentions of drugs, alcohol, cigarettes, sex and violence.

CHAPTER ONE can be found here.

Chapter 2 - La Realidad

The lobby was surprisingly big and it matched the interior of the diner to a T. Everything was rustic and cheesy-looking, mimicking what Americans imagined people in Spain’s houses to look like. The black and white tiles from the diner went on into the foyer, covered in plants. The ceiling was very high and you could see the roof from the middle of the lobby. Four sets of sofas and tables were spread around, but all of them were vacant, much like the ones in the diner.

Samara was leaning against one of the many columns supporting the arches on which the upper parts of the walls were resting, waiting for the group. JJ smiled at her but she didn’t smile back, only turned around and motioned for them to follow her up a wide set of stairs. “Seeing as we’re almost fully booked tonight, you’ll be staying on the first floor,” she said, stopping at the first floor’s landing where a hallway of doors revealed itself, “With me.” The sound of that excited JJ a little too much for his liking. “Fully booked?” John B mumbled under his breath, “Yeah right,” he scoffed. “Don’t jump to conclusions too quickly, friend of JJ,” Samara said, obviously having heard him regardless of the fact that she was a good few feet ahead of them, “There is more than meets the eye down here in La Guardiana.” She stopped in front of a door, placing a key inside the keyhole, “Room 103,” she said, opening the door to reveal a scarcely furnished small room with hideous red wallpaper on the walls and a double bed situated between two Spanish windows, “Obviously only two can sleep here, so who’s it gonna be?” Sarah volunteered first, “Me and John B can have it,” she said, quickly adding, “If that’s okay with you, of course…” “Alright,” Samara said, turning the lights on in what JJ guessed was the bathroom, “This is your bathroom, there’s shampoo and soap in there, I’m guessing you’ll need it, enjoy.” She said, leading the others out of the room and down to the next one, 105. She unlocked the door, revealing an almost identical room to the previous one with the only difference being in the wallpaper colour - it was blue. Kiara and Cleo agreed to share this room, which left JJ with Pope. “And room 107,” said Samara, unlocking the second to last door down the hallway, “It’s right next to mine, how lucky,” she said sarcastically, handing Pope the keys. He ran into the room, laying on the bed with a look of pure bliss on his face. JJ turned to Samara, “Hey, uh, thank you so much again, I-“ “Meet me in the lobby at midnight.” She interrupted him, turning on her heel to walk away, “Don’t be late.” JJ’s pants suddenly felt awfully tight with excitement as he nodded, “Okay!” He said enthusiastically, “But… What time is it now?”

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The good thing about 100 degree temperature was that everything dried quickly. Whether it was hair or clothes or underwear - it dried up in no time. This was exactly why after taking what felt like the best showers of their lives, JJ and Pope washed their clothes and let them air dry on the window sills. Both boys were currently laying in bed in their towels, staring at the ceiling with only the sound of the big wall clock ticking away in the background. “She wants to meet up, you know?” JJ suddenly broke the silence. Pope snickered next to him, “You know what, JJ? I’ve gotta give it to you, man. Even smelly and dirty, you still manage to get the girl. How do you even do it?” JJ smiled proudly, “What can I say? I guess I’m just irresistible.” Pope laughed at his friend’s words. “So what time are you going to her room?” He asked. “Oh, she wants to meet me in the lobby. Probably wants to have a couple of drinks to, uh, you know, break the ice. Little does she know that JJ Maybank is more than just a pretty face and a man of few words,” JJ said cockily, “Come here, baby, I can recite you the whole dictionary” he wiggled his eyebrows. Pope was laughing hysterically at his friend’s cockiness, “What would we ever do without you, man?” “I’ll tell you one thing you wouldn’t have done without me,” he said, sitting up at gesturing towards their surroundings, “Sleep in a bed, at a hotel, for free,” Pope nodded, “Dude, I still can’t believe this is happening, this girl’s practically saving our asses,” “Yeah and you just wait ’til I get a hold of hers,” JJ wiggled his eyebrows once again. Pope scoffed, “What time are you meeting?” “Midnight,” JJ responded, looking at the clock. It was currently 8pm. The sun was still out and oddly enough, the street was beginning to sound a bit more lively. JJ and Pope peaked through one of the windows to have a look at what was happening outside. Sure enough, as the sun began to set, the streets of La Guardiana began to fill up.

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One positive about being a castaway - ending up in a cool new spot where a hot girl was practically giving herself to JJ.

One negative thing about being a castaway - having nothing to wear to impress said hot girl.

JJ was known to be an attractive guy and he knew it. Pulling girls never posed an issue for him back in the Outer Banks, yet here he was, standing in front of the long rectangular mirror in the hallway of his and Pope’s shared room, sighing at his reflection. He tried combing his sandy blonde hair back with his fingers, failing miserably as the soft strands just wouldn’t cooperate and stay in one spot. He looked down at his clothes, the same set of clothes he’d been wearing since that day, and rolled his eyes, throwing his head back in annoyance. “At least they’re clean…” he sighed to himself, tugging at his top. Pope was sitting on their bed, smirking at JJ’s reflection through the mirror, “Is it just me or do I sense nervousness?” JJ turned around to face him, his face expression both sad and annoyed, “This is all I’ve got, it’s not like I can do anything about it.” Pope shrugged his shoulders, “I mean, look at it this way - if she offered to help all of us after having a five minute conversation with you, then she must like you a lot.” Pope’s words made JJ’s lips curl into a small smile. Maybe he was right, why else would Samara willingly offer to house not only him, but his friends too, in her family’s hotel, for free? She must have liked him, right? Right?

The blonde boy sighed as he turned to look at the clock. In 10 minutes he would have to make his way downstairs to the pretty lady who asked him to meet her there, and to say he was excited would be an understatement. He took a seat next to Pope on the bed, keeping him company in watching some baseball game currently playing on their little TV, engulfing the room in light. JJ was tapping his foot on the ground nervously, checking the clock every few seconds, not focusing on the TV programme at all. Time seemed to be passing dreadfully slow all of a sudden. The street in front of their window was now full of people chattering and laughing, there was music playing from several different spots, one melody overlapping with the rest and smells of all kinds were filling the boys’ room, the one of marijuana particularly tickling JJ’s fancy as all he could think about was how much just one, not more, drag would help him ease his nerves before his much anticipated date. Was it even a date? He was so nervous at this point that he decided to just head downstairs without wasting any more time.

The short walk down to the lobby was filling JJ’s already nervous brain with even more nerves. What was he even nervous about? He was never like this around girls. Although, he had to admit he hadn’t really flirted with anyone in a while now, even before the day of the incident. He was so engulfed in mourning his best friend and Sarah, whom he believed to be dead, that he had completely neglected his own needs and fantasies, sex being the one he had pushed to the side the most. The past few months were hard for JJ, what with everything going on in his life - from John B to his dad, to the gold, and now the cross; almost being tossed in jail on more than one occasion, getting into numerous fights, hiding on numerous occasion and not to mention all that running that him and his friends somehow always had to partake in, being chased by anyone and everyone wherever they went. JJ had been so busy doing all of this, he had forgotten how to be a teenaged boy, how to fix his hair, how to talk to girls - hell, he was sure that if Samara took him up to her room, he’d have to have at least three of those whiskeys he drank earlier, just to know where to touch her - that’s how much he had neglected his sex life.

Making his way down to the lobby, he saw her. She was sitting on one of the couches, not yet aware of his presence there, a glass of wine resting in her delicate hands and another one sitting on the table in front of her, presumably for JJ. Her silky chocolate hair cascaded down her tanned shoulders, covering her voluptuous breasts, making JJ gulp. She was wearing an off white dress that seemed to hug her in all the right places and the contrast between her dark hair, bronze tan and the light coloured material made her appear even more alluring to the young boy, if that was even possible. Samara was truly a sight to behold and JJ couldn’t believe his luck quite yet. Somehow all of this seemed too good to be true. People never usually just gave stuff away, it wasn’t in their nature. Being from the cut, JJ was used to only receiving things that he was expected to work for. Good things never came cheap, and the girl sitting before him who had put a roof over his and his friends’ heads for the foreseeable few days, definitely didn’t look like the type who just gave things away. JJ was simply hoping that the wine she had prepared for him would be enough to soothe his nerves before what he imagined would be a night of hot, raunchy sex. He wanted to rip her clothes off and make her whimper beneath him and he was so set on that, that he had turned it into the only logical thing that she could ask for in return for the massive favour she was doing for him. It only made sense, right? She knew he had nothing - what else could he possibly offer her?

“Hello, JJ,” Samara spoke when she finally saw the boy approaching her. He sat down on the sofa next to her and picked up the glass of wine that was waiting for him on the table. “I heard about a certain gold you have,” she simply said, her plump lips twisting into a smirk and her black eyes boring into JJ’s blue ones, “How about I help you get it back and in turn,” she reached for his knee, “- you share some of it with me.”

Uh-oh.

[jjungkookislife]

Fic Recs 2020 Pt. 1

Seokjin

let’s get married [SMAU] @hangsangwithbts

Summary: seokjin has no intention of getting married, but after facing tremendous pressure from his family to finally settle down, he comes up with the brilliant idea to fake a marriage. the lucky bride just so happens to be you.

voice mail @joonary

summary: kim seokjin is best known around campus for his romance advisory podcast, voice mail, but to you, he’s just your lovable idiot of a best friend. but when he accidentally lets it slip that he’s fallen for one of your fellow peers, you can’t help but be a little bit curious (and quite frankly, a tad bit jealous).

Yoongi

cheers if you agree @out-of-jams

summary: If it weren’t for the fact that he didn’t know who you were or even how to get into contact with you, Yoongi wouldn’t be posting all over Weverse for anyone to see. Not that he thought anyone would be smart enough to put the pieces of the puzzle together with how many people responded to his posts anyway.

snake kisses @peekaboongi

summary: You are grossly unprepared for the snake hybrid that enters your life. Yoongi is quiet and sneaks around you but eventually, even the cold reptile warms up to you.

under construction [SMAU] @luffles424

summary: In which y/n is just trying to figure out what to do with her life with the help from her (un)helpful friends

Hoseok

going once, going twice, sold @bxebxee

summary: But the real reason anything at all started with Hoseok was something much simpler, and probably wholly unexpected - not that you ever planned on any of the other members of the MBA Society to find out.You leave your unlocked phone in his car before stumbling your way into your tiny, studio apartment. And he sees a twitter notification asking you for further discount on your panties.That is all it takes.

just practice @lamourche

summary: The second time you hook up with Jung Hoseok, he doesn’t remember the first time.  You’re surprised.  It was only a few weeks ago, and you were in a broom closet. That has to be different, right? (Well, not really, you’ll learn.)

game over @9uk

summary: your boyfriend has been gaming all day without paying much attention to you. that is until his friends on discord brings up the moaning noises in the background.

you’re my kryptonite @dovechim

summary: Superheroes are immortal, they are everything we are not. The Krypton are a race of superhumans sent down to Earth to protect humans, and they are the epitome of nobility and protection. You have always believed in their immortal, God-like powers, revered and admired them your entire life. Your wish for your very own superhero is granted when you meet Jung Hoseok, a Krypton with the most unique, powerful abilities you’ve ever seen.

Namjoon

first, do no harm @yandere-society

summary: Dr. Kim is well known as the most skilled heart surgeon in the hospital, but when you notice his mortality statistics seem skewered, you discover all is not what it seems. Now, Dr. Kim is offering you a choice: will you join him? Or become yet another broken heart beneath his scalpel?

internet friends [SMAU] @bts-celestials​

summary: meeting through online, namjoon slowly starts to fall for the person who likes all the things he’s into. maybe having friends online is fun.

Jimin

reset @dovechim

summary: We are made of the pieces of what we remember, and we hold in ourselves the hopes and fears of those who love us. As long as there are memories to call our own, there can be no true loss. But Park Jimin has no such privilege.

paparazzi (tw: flash banner) @chinkbihh​

summary: What if the roles were reversed and it was Jimin who was the fan and you who was the idol?  But what if he wasn’t just a casual fan, but an avid fan?  Maybe even a sasaeng…  

Taehyung

the morning after @softlyjiminie

summary: one night, full of passion, whispered promises and heated kisses. one morning, full of regret and unwanted memories. is a night with your ex enough to send you running back into the arms of the devil?

fake love @mygsii

summary: an arranged marriage between you and taehyung leaves behind feelings of bitterness and hatred. will your heart be able to survive, especially when you’ve loved him all your life, or will it fall apart with this marriage?

cheap skate @gukslut

summary: Who doesn’t know Taehyung and his lady? Cutest couple in town, I’d say, and have been since they started dating in their college days. Oh, that was a while ago, though. And still, they’re happy as can be in that place they have together. Almost hate seeing one without the other, y’know, it’s like seeing just one testi- oh, right, I’m not supposed to talk like that. Anyhoo, I only say that because I saw Taehyung at a jewelry store the other day while I was buying my sweet Jiminie his presents. Maybe that boy’s finally gonna pop the question, but I do hope he’s got a good plan for it. Something sweet and romantic. Maybe I’ll find out after Jiminie gets back from that cabin he’s visiting.

baby i @jiminsfault

summary: a one night stand with a stranger leads to so much more than just great sex

Jungkook

only for love [SMAU] @lysjeon

summary: for almost four years it had been just him and sarang, and he had no plans on changing the life they had become accustomed to any time soon, but of course y/n has to come and shake his world.

one time in your room @ubemango

summary: There are papers to write, and virgins to daydream about. (You can think about Jeongguk’s dick later.)

piss off your parents @littlemisskookie

summary: In an effort to piss off your parents you move in with their worst nightmare- a boy with tattoos, a rock band, and an irresistible charm.

departure @nomnomsik

summary: As a flight attendant for Korean Air, you’re scheduled for a thirteen-hour flight to Japan. However, things get intimate between you and your partner and co-pilot, Jeon Jungkook, when he realizes Park Jimin, the famous idol from Korea, broads the plane and blatantly flirts with you.

curiosity @hobidreams

summary: when innocent jungkook comes to you with a not-so-innocent question… you decide it’s easier to just demonstrate.

inkling @gguksgalaxy

summary: Jungkook is your brother’s boyfriend’s co-worker, they own a tattoo and piercing parlour. In other words, he’s tall, gorgeous, has his passion literally etched into his skin, looks incredibly good in a man-bun, and is semi-unattainable for you. Why? Well…you’re not entirely sure but him ditching right after a very heated make-out session sure isn’t a good sign. His extremely poor mood the next week sure isn’t either, but the only way to fix it is to face the beast head-on. Right?

j’aime @baepop

summary: You’re the newest hire at a local café and head barista Jeon Jungkook takes you under his wing.

pop goes the cherry @1oserjk

summary: jungkook comes back home to find you visiting as well, all grown up — in more ways than one.

skirt chasers @1kook

summary: “Baggy clothes are in, but you wouldn’t know that, Miss I Draw Inspiration From Catholic School Girls.”

kiss it better @jincherie

summary: When one goes to Kim Seokjin for advice, it’s almost guaranteed to never end well. This is something Jungkook learns quickly when he mistakenly follows treasured advice to ‘be smart’ and ‘use his assets’. He just did what he was told! Of course, the execution was a bit poor… and embarrassing. But hey, if rocking up to cheer practice in a skirt doesn’t woo your crush, what will?

pay by play @yoonia

camboy!au

deeply poisoned @xmagicxshopx

summary: Kiss me on the lips, a secret just between the two of us. Deeply poisoned by the jail of you. I cannot worship anyone but you and I knew the grail was poisoned but I drank it anyway.

speeding ticket @minstrophywife

summary: Caught speeding to get home in time, you find yourself pulled over by a very delicious cop. Perhaps you can talk your way out of the ticket.Or,“I’m afraid I’m going to have to do a cavity search ma’am.”

OT7/Multiple Members

buttercream @minniepetals

summary: you were always adorable in their eyes, sometimes a little too adorable.

dulce periculum @forgottenpasta

summary: Devious and devilish, your two new impish hybrids never miss a chance to torment you for your hopeless attraction to them, knowing exactly what they do to you. But is sly sexuality and enigmatic allure all there is to the tiger and wolf hybrid, or do the depths of their eyes hide something more for you? Part ½

tropicana @dragunjk

summary: groovy punch sippin

amaranthine @koyamuses

summary: As the sole owner of Nightshade, a quaint bed and breakfast on the outskirts of the city, you find pleasure in rising each morning to tend to your guests but behind closed doors and within the shadows, you are the covenant leader to a group of young vampires who have claimed you as their mate.More often than not, your day is brimming with a mix of daily chores and back door deals that ensure the survival of your covenant. However, everything changes when three werewolves come stumbling into your life, all three of them claiming it was your scent that drew them closer as the words true mate ring into the silence.

testosterone boys @kiwiscript

summary: A little end of the year party tradition gets taken too far.

operation love letters @ve1vetyoongi

summary: When every student on campus is going crazy about a survey that claims to make true love bloom, your best friend manages to convince you to join in on the fun — except you’re disappointed to find out that your results just seem to be lost causes. That is until a love letter from a mysterious secret admirer turns up and you find yourself on a mission to find the person behind the pen — but you quickly realise it’s going to be a lot harder than you initially thought when you have 7 possible bachelors to investigate, right? Operation: Love Letters a-go!

our princess @iridescentjin

summary: In your newly established poly relationship, you are intimate with both Taehyung and Seokjin at the same time for the first time.

[nanaminokanojo]

Play the Game | Nanami Kento X You | Part 2/8

CHARACTERS: Nanami Kento X You (fem!reader | PLEASE READ THE NOTES BELOW*) | Gojo Satoru | Geto Suguru | Shoko Ieiri | Utahime Iori | other JJK Characters CHAPTER COUNT: 2/8 WORD COUNT: 4500+ GENRE: romance | fluff | slight angst | eventual smut | ooc depictions | female reader with described appearance* | modern au | rich people au | aged up characters CHAPTER TRIGGER WARNING: profanity | age gap | strong/mature/suggestive language | mentions of bullying, macabre stuff SPOILERS: n/a

collection masterlist

one - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight

"Play the Game" Masterlist

The sun hasn’t even risen when Nanami came to consciousness as usual. It did not matter whether he was on vacation or working, he just automatically wakes up at the same time each and every morning without miss. It’s regardless of whether he slept enough or not. He saw no point in tarrying in bed – it was unproductive – and immediately got up without skipping a beat in his routine.

“You’re too vanilla,” he remembered you commenting when you stayed one weekend at his place in the city for an art symposium, having met him on the hallway on your way to bed after staying up all night playing video games. He just brushed your remark off with a grunt back then, but at present, he couldn’t help but muse over the fact that everything he did reminded him of you.

It was a bit light outside when he emerged from the adjoining bath of the guest room. He threw on a pair of grey sweats and a white shirt and grabbed a water bottle and a small towel on his way out of the room, mind set on going for a run. If there was something great about staying at Gojo Manor, it was the fact that it was surrounded with acres of grassland and forest with trails great for walks and jogs.

Nanami particularly grew fond of the path that led to the lake at the bottom of the hill where the mansion stood. There was a direct view of it from the balcony at the back of the structure, appearing like a jewel in the middle of the woods, and it had always been his favorite spot. The late former clan head told him it was man-made and has been there for more than a century that it became a natural feature of the estate. It was a spot in the property with a great history and great value to the clan, thus his gravitation towards it.

It’s her favorite place in the whole estate, too, he thought indulgently.

Inhaling deeply, he set out to the back doors that led to the patio and the walled gardens, starting in a slow jog before building his momentum as he reached open grounds.

And thus, his day began as such.

He came back from his run when it was already too hot, heaving deep breaths and desperate for a shower as his white shirt and grey sweats stuck to his body, drenched in sweat. His leg muscles ached, but it had been a good run.

Greetings from the staff met him as he reentered the manor which he returned with polite nods. He was headed to the stairs when he passed by the breakfast room and happened to hear Gojo talking to you. It went against his principles to eavesdrop in an evidently private conversation but he stayed rooted on his spot upon hearing you speak.

Despite your seeming foul temper upon leaving him the previous night, you seemed to have bounced back to your usual self, your tone sounding more jovial than usual. Your words were at odds to your tone as you told Gojo not to piss you off so early in the morning.

"Are you sure there's nothing going on between you and Kento?" Gojo asked just as the person in question was about to pass the doorway.

"It's really none of your business," you responded, voice devoid of any emotions. He did it, Gojo. He finally fouled up your mood.

"But I'm your brother!" Gojo protested, acting all dumb around you again. He just had that complex where you were concerned. He has always been very soft on you yet he was also fiercely protective. You hated his attention though. Yours was a strange dynamic.

"Worry about your wedding, will you? Geez. Don’t you have a luncheon to host?"

"Why did you kiss him then? On the mouth no less!"

Nanami’s heart skipped a beat, anticipation rising like cold water from his toes going up his chest. He wanted to hear what you had to say. Fuck principles. He needed his answers, too. It did not matter in what way he was getting them at that rate. He was secretly hoping you will say something a little bit more revealing about what goes inside your head given that he cannot just pry inside it even if he wanted to.

"Because I wanted to." You stated it so matter-of-factly that Gojo was at a loss for words for a moment. “Didn’t you hear me? I was dying to do that since he arrived.”

“You’re not serious, are you?”

“You tell me.” That’s becoming your signature line. “You won’t understand unless you kiss, Nanamin, too,” the tenor of your words turning fanciful. “He has such an alluring taste to him.”

What is this woman on about?

“Oh, god, stop it!”

"You should have seen the looks on your faces though. I was half expecting your eyeballs to roll on the floor. Wouldn’t that have been grand? It’s definitely shocking but a good subject for art if not a medium." At that, you laughed, the sound hitting Nanami like tinkling bells. It was such a happy sound that reminded him of better days although the thought that prompted it was utterly macabre. “Maybe that should inspire my next work. It would be like Munch’s The Scream, the next of its kind.”

"Hmm. Good point…” Gojo mumbled, sidetracked, obviously sharing your sentiments on the idea of such grotesqueness, but regained his composure just as quickly. “It's not funny!"

"But it is." Your laughter subsided as quickly as it erupted from your throat as if it wasn't even there to begin with. Your capricious nature was surfacing once more, and if there was something that was more frightening than your strong, habitual liking for trifling with people, it was that. "So what if I have other intentions behind it? Are you gonna get mad at me or something?”

"Well, do you?!" Gojo sounded like a manatee on the throes of death.

“But what are you going to do, brother? Stop me perhaps?"

He of all people should know just how unstoppable you were when you have set yourself into doing something. “N-no –”

“And what if Nanamin has the same intentions? What will you do then?”

“Hey, that’s enough of you. I know you’re trying to trap me into saying something again.” He clucked his tongue. “I seem to be the only one who isn’t in on your games, and if it is one, I have to know. You’re just way too outrageous these days that I cannot tell what’s serious and what’s not anymore.”

Gojo took a deep breath, sounding distressed as he exhaled. “Is there something else going on?”

"Maybe,” you answered noncommittally.

"That's not an answer at all!" he snapped.

You clucked your tongue, sounding irritated. "Stop screaming, Satoru."

"Do you like him?"

“Is your emphasis on that word supposed to change its meaning?”

If Nanami’s heart was skipping earlier, it has now stopped completely, robbing him of air as it seemed to have affected his lungs, too. You were maddening, not only to Gojo but to him as well. It was evident that you were in your gaming mood again, and although you were only intentionally riling your brother, he was also directly in your line of assault.

Gojo sighed in defeat, mirroring Nanami’s feelings. “Y/N, please, just answer the question,” he whined.

“I guess.” There was a pause then you said, "I mean, what's not to like?"

"What?!"

“Like it or not, Nanamin is a very excellent specimen of the male populace. He’s fucking irresistible and that’s an understatement.” You scoffed. "Even you like him."

Your voice was followed by your footsteps as you neared the door. In a daze at your vocal expression of how you find him physically attractive, instead of backtracking, Nanami stepped forward and collided with your form, nearly knocking you off your feet. He was after all twice your size and a good foot taller than you.

"Careful," he said between deep breaths, one arm securing you by the waist while his other arm gripped onto the door jamb, the position making the veins and sinews of his arm rather pronounced.

“Speak of the devil…” You straightened up, not making any effort to hide the fact that you were checking him out. Your head turned towards the direction of the breakfast room, making him mimic the action only to see Gojo standing slack-jawed, watching what was unfolding before him with eyes wide with shock. Nanami could've sworn his best friend just went into a state of catatonia.

"Didn't see you there," you said, addressing Nanami, your blue eyes assessing him as if in suspicion.

"I'm sorry," he muttered under his breath, feeling the tips of his ears heating up. Before you could notice, he stepped aside, heading towards the direction of the stairs.

"Hey, Nanamin," you suddenly called, making him halt and turn his head to your direction. You were smirking at the direction of your brother as you said, "Nice ass."

He shook his head. It was really just a ploy to get to Gojo’s nerves, and he was your pawn.

**

The sound of graphite scratching on paper like a harsh slash of sword punctuated the impending absence of thought in your mind. Nothing mattered but the sight of your hand gripping a pencil as it created unintelligible strokes on the plain page of the sketchbook on your lap. It progressed to furious scribbling, your movements becoming faster, the sound dominating your corner of the room. Everything has been drowned out – the endless chattering, the sound of porcelain and silverware hitting each other in chaotic cacophony – heightening in a painful crescendo of auditory abomination and dying in the air, overwhelmed by the picture you were creating on the blank expanse of space.

“You must be so proud of your daughter.”

Scratch.

“Who wouldn’t be? It must be great to have geniuses for children”

Scratch.

“She’s just as famous as Satoru.”

Scratch.

Just like that, they didn't exist. The room was empty save for you and the view outside the window coming to life on paper. Your eyes darted from your sketch to the familiar yet equally exhilarating view just outside the parlor. Gojo was animatedly talking about something, easily excitable as always. His fiancée laughed on the side while Nanami was witheringly eyeing him, stoic as always. Shoko, who arrived the previous evening, also joined the group. All that was missing was Geto. You wondered if you should draw him somewhere in the sketch.

The image before you reminded you of those days when reality seemed far away, back when Gojo was still a student, exceptional as always but still young, not the renowned genius tycoon he was at present. His friends would always be around him, lounging around the manor like they hadn't a care in the world.

His crowd grew in number with Geto and Nanami being the two closest pals he had. Shoko joined in shortly in middle school. On the other hand, Utahime came during his university days, also starting off as Gojo’s friend and eventually becoming his girlfriend. Now they were about to get married and it seemed to punctuate all the changes that came with being the grown-ups that they are.

It scared you.

Fact is, growing up and growing old and the changes that come with it was terrifying. Even if you yourself were already twenty four, seemingly had your life together and appearing to have matured without a hitch, that wasn’t the case at all. Genius or not, your brother also had his issues even while he was rising to his current position in society.

The problem was within you, you knew it. That and the fact that you did not really know what growing means. Your work grew, matured like crazy. You didn’t think you yourself grew, stuck in those days when everything was relatively easier. At least then, you only had to worry about your classmates hating on you. Now a part of the public did.

Looking at Gojo and his gang, they’ve all handled that well, making you wonder how they did it. He is one of the youngest CEOs in the country, having built his business empire at just seventeen. Your future sister-in-law is a professor, Geto is a sought-after model and Shoko is a forensic pathologist. They were all great at what they did, struggled as well, but came out with perfect grace.

However, you think the best one out of them was none other than the object of your pining – Nanami Kento. The man made transitioning to adulthood look rather easy. Maybe it was because he had always been mature and held himself in perfect equilibrium. Sure, he was no Gojo Satoru, but he was innately intelligent and became one of the youngest barristers who held the position of a famous attorney’s partner. He handled controversial cases and is one of the best prosecutors in the country with a high winning percentage. His work aside, he seemed to have the least struggle out of everyone.

Your lips curled up at the corners at the thought of the man. Your gaze flicked to him from the sketchbook, sitting there with a beverage in his hand, the noon sun glimmering on his hair and the planes of his face, looking more laid back without a blazer on. He was dressed rather casually in a pair of khaki trousers and dusty blue button-ups, but he still looked smart. He always dressed that way which you found very attractive although seeing him in more casual clothes like that morning was another level of hot altogether. He’s quite a bit formal, making him seem monotonous, but it’s that consistency that you liked about him. It was only a bonus that he was devastatingly handsome with those sharp features and the suits made him look so sexy in that it left everything about his real physique to imagination.

One just could not get enough of him, at least you couldn’t, but you did see how his partner’s paralegal eyeballed him all the time. (You secretly wanted to gouge her eyes out.) That’s the kind of man Nanami was. He doesn’t speak much, but when he does, it leaves profound dents to one’s psyche. And man, was he hot in court! He’s fucking sarcastic when he wants to be, to the point of being vile, but one just can’t get offended with the kind of logic he has. Once he speaks his mind, one wishes he wouldn’t stop, but he does and leaves that person craving more, his hypnotic, deep voice a rare treat. He wasn’t big on actions, wasn’t expressive, but when he does something, it’s always with purpose and precision, never over the top and always with disciplined stoicism.

You chuckled quietly, your pencil drawing perfect strokes of his hair when you were pulled out of your trance.

“Yuuji!” you heard Gojo say, pulling your attention to the direction of the window.

You broke into a grin at the mention of the name, hurriedly getting on your feet and running out of the room, deaf to your mother’s protests against your unladylike behavior – the commotion foreign to the ladies in the room who moved with the minutest rustles. You made your way out to the patio, that familiar tuft of pink hair coming into your line of vision. You sprinted through the glass doors towards the person whose name your brother called, smile wide and genuine.

“You kept me waiting long enough,” you called out, voice louder than usual. You’re hardly ever giddy nor were you easily excitable like your brother, but Itadori Yuuji was a different story altogether. You loved the boy with a fierceness akin to a mother and were always ecstatic to be around him but suppressed it by acting gruff. You were crazy like that.

“That’s because you won’t help me with my final requirements,” he retorted good-naturedly, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and nuzzling the back of your head as if you were a fuzzy plush toy, making you drop your drawing implements. Well, you were considerably smaller than him, and he was probably the only one who could do that to you and get away unscathed.

You rolled your eyes, noticing how Gojo had picked up your stuff, looking at the page where it was opened. “You should exert yourself more. You’re no genius after all.”

“That’s mean!”

You smirked at him, your eyes straying to your brother who was smiling at your drawing. He had such a proud, fond look on his face that you couldn’t do anything but stare. He has always been ever since you first held crayons and drew him as a cat. “You even included Suguru,” he cooed, pointing at the missing person you included then proceeding to show it off to his friends. “Guys, look. My baby sister drew us.”

“Surprise, surprise,” you sallied, but you were happy that he’s always showing you off.

Utahime and Shoko stood beside him, also looking at the sketch. The latter raised a thumb at your direction. “Damn, kid. You’re really great at what you do. How do you make things come alive with just a pencil?”

You smiled awkwardly. “I –”

“Give it here,” Nanami suddenly butted in, hand reaching for the sketchpad which Gojo promptly handed him.

You felt Yuuji elbowing you while you stood there, observing the man who was in possession of your drawing.

Nanami blinked then, handing it back to you. “How come I don’t have a face?” he asked, expression expectant of your response.

Annoyed, you snatched it back from him.

“It’s obviously not finished yet,” Shoko commented, but she couldn’t have been more wrong.

It was not that you cannot, but you would never draw his face. Ever. You tried tons of times if the tens of pages of sketchpads at your apartment filled with different angles and parts of him would be a basis for that. You could draw everything else about him, just not his face. No amount of contemplation and practice helped you to know why, but you attributed it to the fact that you could not do his face justice, at least in the sense that you would not be able to bring it to life as Shoko said.

Finally, you said, “I didn’t feel like drawing your face.” You turned away, dragging Yuuji with you. The boy was still giggling like a hyena until you got to the second-floor balcony where you propped yourself up on the balustrade, looking sulky.

"You might fall there, you know," he commented, jumping up the marble balustrade to join you.

"I can say the same for you," came your quiet reply. "Where's Megumi?"

“He’ll be here before lunch.” Yuuji leaned close to you with a mischievous grin on his face. “What, or rather who, is that look on your face for?”

"I think you know the answer to that."

"Did you tell Nanamin?" He addressed the man just as you did and got away with it, too, for some reason.

"Tell him what?"

He scoffed playfully. "Are you seriously playing this game with me? I'm your best buddy. I know everything."

"As irritating as that is, it's true."

Yuuji pouted at you. "I heard what you did yesterday. Why do you have to make games out of everything?"

"That's how I communicate. I thought you knew everything."

Harsh as always, he thought. "Be a normal person for once and just tell him." His brows knit together. "Well, you're anything but normal," he mused aloud. “I meant that nicely.”

You blew a raspberry. "You're just as normal as I am if you claim to be my best friend. Which you are. No take backs."

Yuuji couldn't help but smile at that. You have always been a loner and you did not mind being alone. He was grateful you wanted him around despite that.

"But you should stop doing this. He wants you. It's obvious."

"It's not that simple."

"What isn't simple? If it's Satoru, he'll understand for sure if you just try to be honest. I'm sure he just isn't for it more because he doesn't know how you feel. I mean, if I were him, I'll also protect my baby sister from my male friends. That's just how it is."

You blinked, pivoting your whole body so you were facing him.

"Well, of course, Nanamin needs to fight for it, too," he was quick to throw in, rambling to himself when he suddenly felt you reach out towards him, gently running your fingers through his pink hair. He leaned towards your touch, smiling contentedly.

"Don't worry about me. I'm fine."

"I'm not –"

You narrowed your eyes at him. "Are you seriously playing this game with me?" you asked, mimicking his words earlier. "I'm your best buddy. I know everything, one of them being the fact that you worry worse than my mother."

Yuuji jumped off the balustrade, reaching out to grab you in a bear hug despite your protestations. Just like how you were with everyone else, you shunned his affection, but he knew better than to let go when you were saying exactly that. He found that trait of yours adorable.

"You're so irritating," you hissed, flipping your platinum white hair over your shoulder when you finally managed to get off his grip but he wrapped an arm over your shoulder nonetheless, undeterred by your words.

"You know you love me."

"Shut up."

Yuuji pouted. "You sound like Megumi."

"I heard that," the person in question suddenly spoke from the direction of the entry, his deep voice making you and Yuuji turn towards him. "They're calling everyone for lunch."

Yuuji followed behind as you approached Megumi, also one of your closest friends and practically your brother, keeping you in check more than Gojo ever can.

"Guess what," Megumi said to you as you walked beside him. In one of the rare moments you would see it, he grinned and you knew it wasn't because of anything good.

"What?" you and Yuuji, who thought the same by the look on his face, chorused.

"Nobara switched your name card with Miwa's. You're now seated next to your man candy. You're welcome."

“Isn’t that more of a perk for Miwa? She’s scared shitless of Nanamin, you know.”

The three of you laughed while Yuuji could just shake his head at the inescapable trouble that will follow. His only consolation was that it’s fun when it involves you.

**

What were the odds, Nanami thought to himself. He didn't have to look twice to see whose name it was on the card on the spot next to him. He exhaled loudly, unfolding the napkin and placing it on his lap. This could only lead to hullabaloo he was not exactly in the mood to deal with especially after you just told him you did not feel like drawing his face. You sure were mean when you wanted to be.

He surveyed his vicinity. Your father, the current head of the clan from whence your blue eyes came from, was seated at the head of the table, your mother to his right, while Utahime’s parents sat to his left. It seemed to have been the only formalities observed in the arrangement. From across Nanami sat Utahime and Gojo while on his right were a couple he only knew as cousins to the Gojo main family.

He was internally pinching the bridge of his nose. You really had to be the one seated next to him and right across your annoying brother, too.

The luncheon started without you. It wasn't a formal gathering after all except they were serving a full-course meal. It was more of a way to get everyone to know one another over the week for some reason he cannot fathom, and he was glad that only your father was the one who had engaged him in a conversation, mostly about work. It was easy enough to deal with.

"Where are Y/N and her friends?" your mother asked Gojo out of the blue.

Utahime, answering for the clueless person beside her, pointed towards the direction of the door to the banquet hall where you were leisurely walking towards your designated seat with Yuuji and Megumi. The former rounded the table to sit next to Gojo.

"Still managing to be late even when you're already at the venue, baby sis?" Nanami heard Gojo say as you assumed your seat. It was evident in the way his eyes shifted from Nanami to you that your tardiness wasn't exactly the problem.

You blatantly ignored his comment and turned your attention to Nanami. "Had a good run this morning, Nanamin?"

"Just so," he answered, side-glancing at you.

"Yeah. You looked super hot this morning," you said just as Gojo was taking a sip from his wine glass.

Megumi snorted when the older male started choking on his drink while Yuuji was trying hard not to laugh.

Nanami knew he would have reacted the same way except that he had been bracing himself for whatever you will say the moment Gojo opened his mouth. Of course you will use him in your counter attack. It's yet another game, not that he was less affected by your words.

"You should have seen him, Iori," you continued, addressing your brother's fiancée. "He looks so much less uptight in casual clothes."

It didn't escape Nanami’s notice how Gojo was looking at him. He looked about ready to drop onto the floor, but paid him no mind as he leveled his mouth to your ear. "Y/N, let's not make your dear brother snap, shall we?"

"Oh, sweetheart, maybe that's what he needs right now," you deadpanned, meeting his gaze squarely, your disposition unreadable as you let your eyes linger on him longer than was deemed appropriate.

Yuuji finally laughed, earning him a kick to the shins under the table courtesy of Megumi.

What it was about you that made everything else irrelevant and nonexistent when you’re that close to him was something beyond him. You always made him lose control, tempted him to break the rules. He only knew he couldn't act on it. Most of the time anyway. He also felt like laughing, oddly enough.

Utahime just chuckled good-naturedly breaking the tension. "Since the two of you are here, I should tell you that the final fitting for your clothes for the wedding is this afternoon. So, you better go together at the shop."

"Traitor." Gojo pouted at Utahime but nobody was really paying attention to him anymore. For someone so important to society with a flawless image, the closest people around him sure were good at disregarding him when they deemed it fit.

"Okay," Nanami said, looking at you for confirmation.

It was you who looked away this time. "I'm free."

"That's set then." Utahime clapped her hands and to Nanami she cheekily said, "Maybe wear something less formal."

At that, you grinned wickedly at him. So much for avoiding trouble with you.

-end of part 2-

*I used “you” here, but since my character is Gojo’s little sister who is established to be his female clone for reasons essential to the plot, she possesses the same blue eyes and white hair. I did not exactly want to create an OC (although technically, I did by describing Y/N), but I opted for the best of both worlds in this fic, leaning more towards the literary aspect of it as opposed to it just being reader/you-oriented. I hope this isn’t iffy to anyone, and yeah, i’m not being exclusive or whatever.

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Thank you so much for reading. Likes, comments and reblogs are deeply appreciated! Hope you enjoyed it.

© ORIGINAL WORK BY nanaminokanojo. CHARACTERS ARE INSPIRED BY GEGE AKUTAMI'S JUJUTSU KAISEN. [20210709] PHOTO/IMAGE/GIF/FANART SOURCES CREDITS TO THE RESPECTIVE OWNERS.

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Dearest Wolfie, I am here to humbly request some Jaskilion vampire smut pls 🥺

Dear Buttercup

Prompt: Frottage/grinding/scissoring Relationships:  Jaskier (netflix)/Dandelion (book) Rating: E Content Warnings: vampire sex, sex magic, frottage, biting, blood drinking. Summary: Jaskier gets caught in a thunderstorm, luckily there's an appropriately spooky house near by to shelter in.

For my darling @dani-dandelino and also my last prompt for @witcher-rarepair-summer-bingo

Art by @dapandapod

Lightning shot across the sky in a vicious streak of blinding light, and there was a resounding clap of thunder that made the ground shake. Jaskier’s hair was stuck to his forehead as he tried, with very little success, to shelter under his guitar case. He blamed Geralt for this entirely. The bastard had gotten into another fight with Yennefer and Jaskier was left to find his own way home from the pub. He wasn’t drunk, just mildly tipsy and sorely lacking a driving license. It had been too late to catch a bus so here he was stomping through the park in the middle of the night, during a fucking thunderstorm. The old house in the centre of the park looked like something out of those stupid horror movies that Geralt and Yennefer liked to watch. It looked haunted during the day, but at night… fuck. It was something else entirely.

So naturally, Jaskier wanted to have a look. He was soaked through to the skin and shivering. His house was still a good hour away if he didn’t get lost, which, if he was being completely honest, he probably would. Directions just weren’t his strong suit, and everything looked the same at night. The house, despite scaring the shit out of him, looked incredibly tempting. It would be warm. He could dry off. Maybe the owner would even let him stay the night, if they were kind.

And if he was really lucky, they might not kill him.

He laughed and he wiped his nose, pushing his sopping wet hair off his forehead and away from his eyes. His fringe immediately fell forward again.

“Oh fuck off,” he muttered and shook his head, wrapping his arms around his chest in a futile attempt to stay warm. “Stupid Geralt, stupid Yennefer, bloody fucking thunderstorm.”

The large wooden doors creaked open, startling Jaskier from his pity party. There was candlelight flickering in the hallway and the sound of a violin singing from somewhere in the house. Jaskier crept forward, cocking his head as he peered inside. The house was extravagantly decorated in burgundy and gold. From the porch, Jaskier could see a faded painting of a young man, dressed in old-timey clothing, regency if he had to guess. It was rather Mr Darcy. The young man was tall and slender, with a mess of golden curls that just about covered his ears. Jaskier couldn’t look away. The man was beautiful, with soft pale skin and rosy cheeks, a smile that could outshine the sun. He had a long dark blue tailcoat, and there was a small white dog bouncing at his feet.

But it was his eyes.

Beautiful cornflower blue.

Utterly stunning.

The door slammed shut behind Jaskier and he spun round, arms flailing, “Oh cock!”

The sound of the violin stopped. The house fell eerily silent. Jaskier could hear his own heartbeat hammering in his chest and he pulled at the edges of this shirt, flexing his fingers and tapping out a rhythm on his leg. Nothing helped. He was pretty certain he was about to die. The worst thing was he couldn’t even remember entering the house. One minute he was admiring the portrait from afar and the next he had his hand raised, ready to trace the sharp cheekbones of the handsome blond.

“I haven’t had a visitor for a long time,” a mesmerising tenor voice lilted from the top of the stairs.

Jaskier jumped, almost falling over as he twirled again to face the mysterious owner of the murder house. His mouth fell open as he saw the beautiful blond at the top of the stairs. His skin was deathly pale, and his hair now fell to his shoulders in a cascade of curls, but there was no denying that it was the same man from the portrait. Blood red eyes glowed in the darkness, never blinking as he peered down at Jaskier with a haughty expression. Gone were the elegant regency clothes from the portrait. Instead, the blond wore an unreasonably sexy lingerie set, black as the midnight sky, with garters strapped around his thighs. On each thigh above the garter was a holster, with an elegantly decorated hilt; daggers.

Seriously, who the fuck carried daggers in this day and age? Surely you needed a license for that?

But on the mysterious stranger it just seemed to work. He was timeless in his beauty.

The fine silvery silk robe trailed behind him, and he raised one perfect eyebrow, looking considerably unimpressed. Jaskier’s eyes widened as he realised he still hadn’t said anything, too busy gawking at the angel before him…

Or perhaps the devil.

There was no way this gorgeous creature was a man from god. He was too sinfully tempting.

“Ah, bollocks,” Jaskier stammered. “Well, you see I just- there was a teeny problem with my ride, and then the storm, and well… the wine. Oh the wine, it was absolutely delectable, you have never tasted anything as delicious, a true blessing from the gods themselves.”

He was rambling. He knew he was and yet he couldn’t shut up. Jaskier just kept talking, letting his wine fuelled brain spew poetry about everything and nothing. He talked about Geralt, the flowers he’d seen on his walk, the stars that had been glittering in the sky before the clouds had ruined the view. He talked about the way the river shone in the moonlight, and Geralt, and the cute adorable kitten he’d seen sheltering in an alley… and well… about Geralt.

“Forgive me, dear fellow,” The man finally interrupted with a wave of his hand, “but if you are quite done, I’d like to ask what you are doing in my home.”

Jaskier blushed, glancing between the very much shut door and the handsome figure before him. Gesturing wildly between himself and the door he stammered, “The door? It- it- ah, well, it just sort of opened.”

“And you walked in? I must say, you really have no sense of self preservation. Pretty little thing though, aren’t you?”

Jaskier scoffed, putting his hand on his hips. “Little?!”

“How old are you? Barely twenty by the looks of it,” he smirked, a long finger brushing Jaskier’s cheek. “So young.”

“I- I-!” Jaskier spat out, “You! I’m twenty five!”

“A child,” the man hissed.

And Jaskier’s heart jumped. He froze, an icy feeling creeping through his veins.

Fangs.

Red eyes.

Definitely immortal.

“Oh fuck, fuck!” Jaskier fell backwards, tripping over his own feet. “You’re a vampire! No. No, no, no. This is a joke. Fuck!”

“Vampire,” the vampire scoffed. “How rude! I have a name, buttercup.”

“I- how- oh cock,” Jaskier whined.

But before he could flee, the vampire’s hands were around his neck. The bastard moved faster than light. His pale skin a blur as it pressed against Jaskier’s throat, lifting him from the floor.

And Jaskier, in all his idiotic horniness, was starting to feel rather aroused by the whole thing. Sure, he was scared shitless, but if the vampire didn’t kill him…

Well…

Jaskier really hated his dick sometimes.

“So, ah- umm, will you do me the pleasure of telling me your name?” Jaskier squeaked, gasping for air.

The vampire chuckled, a beautiful melodic laugh that could charm aphrodite herself. “Finally, some manners, darling. My name is Dandelion, you would do well to remember it.”

That was… promising.

“A flower for a flower?” Jaskier suggested, praying that this would not be his last night on earth. “Please don’t kill me.”

“Oh, my dear Julian, I have no intention of killing you. Contrary to popular belief, I am not a monster, unlike the villain that turned me. Now, he was an utter cock. He didn’t even ask! Day before my wedding, unbelievable.”

Jaskier laughed. Was the vampire, Dandelion, actually telling him his backstory? What the fuck had he walked into?

“That’s… unfortunate?”

“It was a complete disaster, my darling Henrietta married the deplorable Valdo Marx instead and I had to flee to the shadows like some bloody monster. It gets lonely.”

Jaskier blinked, feet still dangling as the vampire held him by his collar. He was struggling to breathe, his cock was hard in his pants and he was almost certain that he probably would survive the night. “Can’t- breathe.”

“Oh, poppycock! I am ever so sorry, dear boy,” Dandelion cooed and dropped Jaskier to the ground. “Better?”

“Yeah, yup.”

Dandelion inhaled deeply, “Oh, you do smell good, really good.”

This felt more like what Jaskier would expect from a vampire encounter. Before he could even respond, Jaskier felt himself being thrown back against the nearest wall, Dandelion’s cold body pressed up against his. The vampire ran his nose under Jaskier’s jaw, a low moan falling from his lips. “Talk about fine wine. You, my dear buttercup, smell utterly irresistible.”

Jaskier whimpered, his hands nervously gripping Dandelion’s silk robe, fingers intertwining in the soft fabric. He wasn’t really sure what was happening but he knew he liked it. Getting fucked by a vampire, there were worse things in life, especially when the vampire was as pretty as Dandelion. Jaskier wondered whether his eyes really had been such a dazzling blue before he was turned into a creature of the night. Red eyes burned like fire instead, the pupils almost completely black.

It should have been fucking terrifying.

It should have.

And Jaskier thought he’d never seen such a beautiful creature as the man before him. There was a scrape of teeth against his throat, and Jaskier groaned, helplessly baring his neck to give the vampire better access. He’d never thought getting his blood drained would be so alluring, but he was achingly hard and feeling heady with arousal at the mere thought of it.

The vampire just laughed and pressed a skin to Jaskier’s neck. “Eager little whore, aren’t you?”

“Shut up.”

“Now, now, patience,” Dandelion purred, making Jaskier shiver. “First we need to get you out of those clothes. You must be absolutely freezing, where are my manners?”

“Fuck your manners,” Jaskier grumbled, yelping as Dandelion scooped him into his arms and flew through the house. “Oi! Watch it!”

“Such a fragile little flower.”

“I- You, oh fuck off,” Jaskier protested weakly, because to Dandelion, he was fragile. He was human, mortal, weak. Despite looking like the stronger one of the two, Jaskier was like a glass rose compared to the glimmering diamond that was the vampire.

Dandelion fussed around him in a blur of silver and blonde, peeling Jaskier’s wet clothes from his skin, bringing him a steaming mug of sweet tea. It was all… kind of nice?

The vampire had said he was lonely after all, and maybe Jaskier’s blood would taste nicer if he was not miserable and cold. How was he supposed to know?

“Dandelion?” Jaskier asked, cocking his head as he looked up at the pretty blond from the pile of soft silk sheets on the bed.

“Yes? Did I miss anything? It’s been a while since I’ve had human company.”

Jaskier couldn’t help but smile. He’d been in the strange house less than any hour and yet his head was spinning from the rollercoaster of emotions, fear, arousal, panic, and now whatever this was, a sort of fondness perhaps?

“Everything is perfect, Dandelion, but why- why am I here? I thought… you’re a vampire. I smell good? Didn’t you want to- to-, you know?”

Dandelion giggled and perched on the bed next to Jaskier. “Sweet buttercup, I would never drink from you unless you wanted it. It’s not expected of you. I can go without.”

“You can?”

“But of course! And I’m not about to fuck you when you’re shivering, and reeking of fear, no matter how hard your cock is. I have standards, Jaskier.”

The vampire had standards. Of course he fucking did. “I’m not afraid now,” Jaskier whispered, “And I want you to drink. Come on, trapped-”

“You’re not trapped.”

“- in a vampire’s house, in the middle of a thunderstorm. It practically writes itself.”

“And yet, I made you tea?”

Jaskier laughed, “Yes.”

“Well then?” Dandelion breathed in a soft low whisper that made Jaskier’s skin tingle, “Perhaps a kiss?”

This time it wasn’t Dandelion’s hands that forced that air from Jaskier’s lungs, but his words. Jaskier swallowed, his tongue feeling heavy in his mouth as Dandelion approached him. The daggers had been removed from their holsters and set aside on the table, but the rest of the vampire’s ensemble remained. Jaskier, on the other hand, was as naked as the day he was born, only the silken sheets to protect his modesty. His cheeks warmed under the heat of Dandelion’s gaze, a blush that he was sure bloomed right down to his heart. He nodded dumbly, unable, for the first time in his life, to find the right words.

Dandelion’s skin was like ice as he cupped Jaskier’s cheek, their lips barely a breath apart. “You really are such a pretty flower, I love beautiful things.”

Jaskier whimpered as their lips met, ice and fire, vampire and human. Their breaths mingled as Jaskier eagerly parted his lips, and Dandelion’s tongue slipped inside his mouth. Jaskier had kissed a lot of people in his life but never anyone quite like Dandelion, centuries of practice served the vampire well, and Jaskier was left breathless and panting in mere seconds. His arousal from before reared up and he moaned wantonly against Dandelion’s lips.

“Divine,” the vampire murmured as they parted, and he pushed Jaskier backwards against the bed, their legs entangling so that Dandelion’s thighs pressed against Jaskier’s cock, “simply divine.”

“Dandelion,” Jaskier moaned, his head falling back onto the pillow.

“My venom won’t harm you, darling,” Dandelion whispered, his lips pressing against Jaskier’s neck, “but it will enhance your pleasure, dull your other senses so you know only me, my lips, my hands. You’ll be more relaxed than you ever thought possible…”

“Yes,” Jaskier answered Dandelion’s unanswered question.

The vampire sank his teeth into Jaskier’s skin, sharp pain soon subsiding into what could only be described as the most intense pleasure that Jaskier had ever felt. It was heavenly, magical, a blessing from god herself. He vaguely heard himself moan, arching his back off the bed as he thrust against Dandelion’s thigh. Every movement sent wave after wave of never-ending pleasure through his body, fire burning in his soul. He whined when Dandelion pulled away from his neck, rocking into Jaskier’s body, unheard praises whispering into his ear. When their lips met once more, Jaskier could taste his blood on Dandelion’s tongue.

It was addictive. He wanted more, more, more. “‘Lion,” he slurred as their bodies rocked together.

“Shh, little buttercup,” the vampire cooed, brushing Jaskier’s fringe from his eyes, before biting once more on his shoulder.

Jaskier keened, his orgasm shattering through him as he bucked up against the vampire. It seemed to be an eternity before he came back to himself, covered in cum and his own blood on Dandelion’s bed. The vampire in question was running his fingers through the thick hair on Jaskier’s chest, blood staining his lips, smearing down his chin. He looked as fucked out as Jaskier felt, smiling serenely as he hummed under his bed.

And his eyes were cornflower blue.

“Fuck,” Jaskier breathed shakily. “Did you…”

“Mhmm, not long after you. What a sight you made, truly stunning? I really would love to paint you one day.”

Jaskier groaned and rolled over, grimacing at the mess but too tired to care. “If the sex is that good, you can paint me every fucking day.”

“Oh, darling buttercup,” Dandelion cooed, pressing a kiss to Jaskier’s shoulder where the bite mark was beginning to heal. “You and I are going to get along splendidly.”

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Business Trip: Prequel - Study Session Pt 2

“Nayeon-”

The girl delivers a firm slap to your cheek - not nearly enough to hurt, but certainly enough to sting, and more than enough to make sure she had your undivided attention.

“You can only talk when I let you, slave,” she declares, her tone all strength and seriousness. Gone is the innocent, adorable girl that you were studying with just a few minutes ago. She was all business now. Another girl had taken her place.

You want to retaliate somehow - she had never physically hit you before - but as always, you found yourself powerless to resist. How could you, when in a small, dark corner of your mind you knew you liked it?

“You’re going to be my little fucktoy,” Nayeon says, bringing a finger to her mouth and tapping her own lip with a slim finger as though considering what outfit she should wear, and not observing her helpless boyfriend that she had just tied up.

“I want to tie you up and fuck you.”

 The words came from Im Nayeon’s mouth with the tone of someone who was making an observation about some physics concept rather than a sexual act. You drop the pencil you were using to scribble notes with and look up at her to find an equally nonchalant look on her face as she idly flips the pages of her physics textbook as casually as she would a fashion magazine, having either been satisfied she had learned enough, or had given up on learning altogether - you weren’t sure which.

 She lets out a soft sigh, the same one she had when she was bored.

 “...what?” you ask, still taken aback by her statement and the casual nature by which she said it.

 “Are you done studying?” she asks.

 “I think I’m fucked for this econ midterm tomorrow, no matter how much cramming I get done.”

 “Good,” Nayeon says, before shutting her physics textbook and standing up. You are distracted for a moment by the tightness of the white tank top she is wearing beneath her blue track jacket, and she apparently notices the top-down scan you give her, because when she takes off her jacket she does so slowly, knowing you are watching every movement.

 She bends slightly to rummage through the backpack she has on the desk, giving you a more than generous look at the slight cleavage her pose produces. She wasn’t overly endowed, not as much as some of her friends, but she knew how to use what she had.

 Nayeon finally finds what she’s looking for, and she retrieves the object from her bag and walks around the desk until she is standing behind you.

 “What are you-”

 “Shut up,” she answers, her tone suddenly stern, suddenly demanding. A few seconds later she reaches around your chair to grasp both of your wrists, pulling them behind your chair. She crosses your wrists, and when you feel cotton being wrapped tightly around your wrists, you realize just what she is doing.

 Nayeon had a bit of an internal switch inside that pretty little head of hers; one second she was all innocent, full of cuteness, if a little ditzy - but when she flipped that switch she suddenly became an intensely sexual creature, every ounce of her small, tight little body almost immediately emanating lust.

 It caught you off guard most times - this afternoon’s little liaison in the university library was one of those times - but you always found yourself giving in quickly when she decided to impose herself on you. How could anyone resist for long, when she was so utterly sexy, so utterly irresistible when she wanted to be?

 “I’m in charge now,” Nayeon declares, as if she weren’t already, “and you don’t do anything until I let you or tell you to do so. I own you now.” She grasps the armrests of your swivelling desk chair and turns it around so you are facing her.

 “Nayeon-”

 The girl delivers a firm slap to your cheek - not nearly enough to hurt, but certainly enough to sting, and more than enough to make sure she had your undivided attention.

 “You can only talk when I let you, slave,” she declares, her tone all strength and seriousness. Gone is the innocent, adorable girl that you were studying with just a few minutes ago. She was all business now. Another girl had taken her place.

 You want to retaliate somehow - she had never physically hit you before - but as always, you found yourself powerless to resist. How could you, when in a small, dark corner of your mind you knew you liked it?

 “You’re going to be my little fucktoy,” Nayeon says, bringing a finger to her mouth and tapping her own lip with a slim finger as though considering what outfit she should wear, and not observing her helpless boyfriend that she had just tied up.

 Nayeon saunters behind you again, and you lament the fact that she has left your sight. You would’ve content to watch her slim, sexy little body all day, but when she lets her fingers graze your shoulder and the back of your neck, you let a small sound of need escape your lips.

 Nayeon notices the effect her touch has on you, and is quick to point it out.

 “Look at you,” she says, a slight tone of disapproval in her voice, “already getting all antsy over a little touch.”

 You want to respond, want to say something, but remember that you weren’t allowed to speak. Nayeon notices.

 “Good boy,” she says, “you’re learning.”

 She bends, bringing her mouth next to your left ear. Her hands drift down your chest, her palms flat against your body.

 “If you’re good, maybe this will end well for you.”

 You want to ask her what that means, ask her what she had planned. But you are helpless, powerless, just as you always were when she wanted you to be. She had a hold over you, had cast a spell on you and put you under her thrall. She was the best girlfriend you could have ever hoped for - caring, loving, funny and smart - but it was these moments that really drew you to her. There was something so hot about a girl that took control, a girl that bent you to her will and had the guts to enforce it.

 “What’s your favorite part of me, slave?”

 The question catches you a little off guard, and you scramble to find an answer. How could you pick just one part of her? Her long, slim legs, and the way they wrapped themselves around your hips when you were buried in her; her small, perfect breasts, and how warm and soft they were, the way they bounced up and down when she rode you; or her beautiful, cute face, her small, delicate features, adorable one moment and deviously sexy the next?

 “Your face, baby-”

 Nayeon slaps the side of your head.

 “That’s mistress to you, slave.”

 “Your face, mistress. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

 Even without seeing her, you know Nayeon has a smug smile on her face. She had more than a small vain streak - not enough that it was offputting, no - you always though it was kind of cute, how much she liked the way she looked. You knew from experience she had a weakness for flattery, and never tired of you telling her she was beautiful.

 “That’s a lame answer, slave. Give me another.” As she says the words she turns the chair again, spinning you around until you are facing her once more. She straddles you, and suddenly you find yourself unprepared for her sudden proximity, her small, tight body now in your lap.

 “What else do you like, slave? What part of my body do you want?”

 Nayeon brings her hands around your head, her forearms resting on your neck as she plays idly with the hair on the back of your neck. Her face is one of a woman that knows she has a man utterly wrapped around her finger. She knows you are powerless, a lump of clay in her hands, ready to be played with, toyed with.

 You tear your eyes away from her round, alluring eyes, her cute button nose and full red lips, down past her elegant neck, to the perfect, creamy skin of her chest. Nayeon, as always, notices your every move.

 “I see. You like my chest, slave?” she asks, pushing her chest out slightly as she brings her upper arms together, creating an even deeper amount of cleavage.

 “Yes, mistress. Your chest is perfect.”

 “I’m not sure how you can say that, considering they’re all covered up,” she says, and before you know it she reaching down and grasping the edge of her white tank top, pulling it up and over her head. Her dark hair falls down her neck and shoulders like a chocolate waterfall, but you barely notice as more of her perfect, creamy skin is revealed to your eyes. She is wearing a basic white bra beneath that perfectly cradles the soft mounds of her breasts, and you involuntarily feel your wrists squirm behind your back, cursing not for the first time your inability to touch the perfect woman in your lap.

 Nayeon has that smug smile on her face. She is enjoying every moment of this - watching you squirm, watching you rendered helpless.

 “Do you like what you see, slave?”

 “Yes, mistress. You’re perfect.”

 “Am I?”

 Nayeon reaches behind her and undoes her bra, grasping the flimsy undergarment as it leaves her body and letting it fall to the floor.

 “What about now?”

 You swallow deep, not realizing that your mouth had filled up with saliva in anticipation. Her breasts were amazing, small but well shaped, perfectly in scale with the rest of her tight, slim body. They had an alluring firm perkiness to them, and you knew from experience they felt and tasted amazing - her nipples are already erect, the buds stiff with pleasure and exposure. As much as she was teasing you, she was definitely also getting off on this whole thing.

 “You’re perfect, mistress.”

 Nayeon smiles, satisfied by your answer.

 “You can have a taste, slave. Maybe if you do well, I’ll reward you.”

 You dive forward, unable and unwilling to resist for even a moment longer. You start with her neck, happy to immerse yourself in the feel of her perfect skin on your lips and tongue as you plant soft kisses on her. Soon you move to involve your tongue, and then you are sucking on her warm neck.

 Nayeon lets a soft sigh escape her lips - the first outward sign of desire she lets out, until she realizes what she has done and cuts off her sigh halfway, remembering that she was supposed to be in control. A small grin appears on your lips as you continue your ministrations on her neck, slowly tracing downward, satisfied to watch as she pushes her chest up and outward, involuntarily encouraging you, wanting you to devour more of her.

 Soon you reach her breasts, those perfect, round mounds, and you find yourself unable to resist - a better man, one with more self control, might have teased her a little, kissed and nuzzled her flesh with soft kisses and licks - but you are not that man, and you capture her left nipple in your mouth, delighting in the taste of the hard nub in your mouth as you swirl your tongue around it.

 Nayeon gasps again, and this time she makes no effort to disguise the sound of pleasure escaping her lips as you press your face to her breast. She reaches up with both hands and grasps the back of your skull, pushing her chest forward even more, offering up more of her to you.

 You are sucking now, opening your mouth to capture the entirety of her nipple in your mouth and sucking, licking the hard nub, swirling your tongue around it. You give it one more lick before switching to her right breast, eager to give it the same attention. Soon it too is saliva coated, her pink nipple almost painfully hard with arousal as you suck, lick, and tease it.

 “Fuck,” Nayeon sighs, and you delight in the fact that her composure is slipping, just a little bit.

 She lifts your head from her chest, satisfied, at least for the moment.

 “That was good, slave. I suppose now it is time for your reward.”

 It went without saying that you were almost painfully hard now, what with your topless girlfriend in your lap, letting you suck on her chest. Nayeon scoots backward on your lap, allowing her room to reach down and work on your jeans - within moments your belt was undone, your zipper unzipped, and your shaft was wrapped with her slim, warm fingers. She jerks you up and down slowly, and now it is your turn to gasp involuntarily.

 “You’re rock hard already, slave. Did you like my breasts that much?”

 “Yes, mistress.”

 “Do you like this?” she asks, her warm palm continuing to jerk you, her wrist swirling slightly and sending shocks of pleasure coursing up and down your spine.

 “Yes, mistress.”

 “Do you want me to keep going?”

 “Yes, mistress. Keep going, please.”

 Nayeon delivers another smack to your cheek with her left palm. Your cheek was probably already pink by now, if it weren’t already.

 “You don’t get to tell me what to do, slave. I do what I want. And you’re not getting a handjob.”

 Without another word, Nayeon lets go of your shaft and scoots off your lap, dropping to her knees between your legs. She takes a moment to pull your jeans down further, and with some effort she divests you of your clothing entirely, leaving you naked from the waist down. Wasting no more time, she grasps your hard shaft with her right hand before lifting it slightly to allow her access to the base of your cock.

 With her round, innocent eyes locked on yours, she gives your shaft a long lick from base to tip.

 Then she takes your shaft in her mouth, and you gasp in pleasure as Nayeon begins to suck your dick.

 Nayeon’s mouth knew its way around your cock - your months together had bourne no shortage of blowjobs. She knew just what you liked, knew how to build up your pleasure when she wanted to prepare you for sex; and she knew how to make you cum in her mouth if that’s what she wanted.

 As she takes your rock hard cock in and out of her hot, wet, needy mouth, you swore that her goal today was to make you cum as fast as she possibly could. Her lips are wrapped tightly around your shaft, her tongue swirling random patterns around and under your cock. Her left hand is toying idly with your testicles as her right hand is pumping you up and down in time with her sucking, slurping mouth.

 Your head falls back, savoring every ounce of pleasure radiating from your crotch as the young woman between your legs worked to seemingly bring you to orgasm as fast as she possibly could.

 You force yourself to look down, although you are almost afraid to do so, knowing that the visual of her head bobbing up and down your shaft might be too much for you to handle. She must have known you were watching her, because she lets your shaft pop out of her mouth and locks eyes with you, letting you watch as opens her mouth and presses the head of your cock on her pink tongue, her right wrist still pumping it up and down.

 The sight of her, the sight of her open, welcoming mouth, the sight of your round cock head pressed against her wet, pink tongue, and the smug, lusty look on her face - those innocent, cute features now dripping with lust - it might have been too much to handle, had she continued for a few more seconds.

 But she doesn’t continue - she stops altogether.

 She rises from her knees, wiping away the stray saliva from her mouth with the back of her hand. She stands, topless, in front of you, your shaft, wet with her drool, standing erect between your spread legs, almost sad with neglect. Nayeon crosses one hand around her chest and rests her right elbow on it, tapping her lips once more with her right finger.

 “You don’t get to cum yet, slave. I choose when - or if - that happens.”

 “Please, mistre-”

 Nayeon slaps you once more - a little more firmer this time.

 “No. Slaves don’t get any say in when - or if - they cum. Only I get to decide that.”

 Nayeon turns around, and for a moment you are afraid that she is about to turn and leave you there, tied up to a chair, naked from the waist down. But she doesn’t step away - instead she looks over her shoulder at you, past a creamy, perfectly sculpted shoulder - and slowly begins to pull her blue sweatpants down.

 Her butt is round, soft, and cute - just like the rest of her. But even better than seeing her butt naked is the small glimpse of soft pink lips between her thighs - lips that are glistening slightly. When she bends to get the pants completely off her you get an even better look at her most intimate area - and she takes her damn time as she bends over, knowing your eyes were glued to her near-naked body, just as your mind was slaved to her will.

 When she is naked, she turns to you in all her sexy, beautiful glory, and you take a moment to drink her in. She is cute, petite, adorable - in the traditional sense of the word; her body is worthy of admiration. Her legs are long and slim, her stomach flat, her breasts humble yet intensely alluring and perfectly sculpted - but best of all was her face, cute and sexy all at the same time. She is not built like a model, or a dancer, or a swimmer - not curvy nor stick thin. She is almost like a fairy, or an elf, some fantastical, whimsical creature given human form with the wicked ability to bend the wills of men to her own.

 She takes small steps toward you, and there are no more words to be exchanged now - there was only pleasure, and the pursuit of it. It was all that mattered.

 Nayeon straddles you once more, her slim legs and warm thighs on either side of your own. You look up at her and realize the smug smile is gone, replaced with the lust-drunk features of a young woman in need - the need to be filled, to fuck and be fucked.

 She reaches between you, grasping your still-wet shaft, and ensuring it is in line with her heat, she presses herself down, taking you inside her.

 You’d had ridiculous amounts of sex with her over the past few months, but you never tired of that moment, that sudden rush of pleasure that came with entering her body for the first time. She was always so tight, always so hot and wet and so utterly fuckable that you always found yourself craving that moment, and you were never disappointed when it came.

 Nayeon felt the same, if the loud moan that escapes her mouth as you fill her is any indication. Her crotch hits yours as you are buried in her to the hilt, and she takes a moment to savor the feel of you fully embedded inside her; a moment you are thankful for, because if she began to ride you immediately you weren’t sure you could handle it.

 It might have been a minute, might have been an hour that she spent there with you buried to the hilt inside her, but eventually she begins to move up and down, taking you in and out of her body with small, then long, movements of her hips. She has forgotten, at least momentarily, of the entire mistress and slave act she had been putting on. Now there was only pleasure, only the pursuit of a plateau that you both wanted to attain and keep at bay, all at the same time.

 She bounces up and down on your cock, occasionally taking a moment to grind her hips against yours, relishing the feel of your hot wet flesh pressing against each other as her clit mashes up against the base of your shaft. You curse, not for the first time, that your hands are tied up behind you. You would’ve given the world to wrap them around her small torso, or grasp her ass, or squeeze her softly bouncing breasts.

 “Oh, fuck, that feels so good,” she gasps.

 “Fuck… yes,” you answer, unable to really come up with more words than the most basic.

 “Do you like… when I ride you… like this… uhh! Mmm… when I ride your cock, slave?”

 “Yes, mistress.”

 “Mmmm… you’re such a needy little… fucktoy… aren’t you? Always needing… my pussy... “ Nayeon gasps, the words coming more quickly and with more stress than before - the pleasure is building steadily in her small body, and from the increasing tightness of her pussy you knew she was nearing her first orgasm.

 “Yes, mistress… I love your body… and your tight little pussy… Mmmm..”

 “Ohh… ohh! Fuck! You’re so big inside me, slave… you feel so good. Do I feel good?

 “Yes, mistress! You’re so tight… so wet… so hot.”

 Your words seem to drive Nayeon over the edge, and she throws her head back as she cums, quickly becoming a hot, wet, quivering mess as she lets the pleasure overwhelm her. Nayeon stops her riding, switching once more to grinding herself against you. She captures your head in her hands and kisses you passionately as she releases a long moan into your mouth. Her body is still shaking, her hips still trembling as she lets the last small waves of pleasure crash into her.

 When she has finally recovered, she breaks the kiss and you look at each other - gone is the entire slave/mistress act - there is only emotion there, only affection, in her flushed face and her soft eyes.

 “I think you’ve done well enough, slave,” she says when she has gathered the strength to speak, “I suppose you deserve a reward.”

 Nayeon lifts herself up and off your shaft, and you watch with eager eyes as your shaft, soaked with her slick juices, slides out of her body. She steps behind you and quickly undoes the knots tying your wrists together, before walking back in front of you. She takes a moment to swipe away your long-forgotten economics textbook before hopping on the desk. She spreads her legs, resting one foot on the armrest of your chair. Her right hand drops to her crotch, and with her slim, long fingers she traces the outline of her completely drenched pussy.

 “Come fuck me.”

 There are no more arousing words in the English language, and even before you know it you are rising from the chair, taking only a moment to grasp your slick cock in your hand before lining it up with her wet, hot body and thrusting inside, filling Nayeon once more with your rock hard cock.

 You’d had enough of teasing, had enough of roleplay - you wanted to fuck now, wanted nothing more than to drive yourself in and out of Nayeon’s tight, wet pussy. Nothing else existed aside from the body of the young woman on the table in front of you, and the need to completely ravage her tight little pussy.

 The speed and ferocity of your thrusts take her by surprise, but she quickly adjusts to it, wrapping her legs around your hips and leaning back to watch as you took your pleasure from her body. She rocks back and forth on the table as it squeaks in unheard protest, her slim form being pounded relentlessly as you lose control, lose all desire to take things slow.

 There is a sudden anger in you, a sudden desire to put this girl in her place and make her yours, a sudden need to have some revenge on her for all the humiliation and teasing she had just subjected you to. You reach up and squeeze her bouncing left breast before reaching to the back of her neck, grasping a handful of her hair.

 “You like being fucked like this, don’t you, Nayeon?”

 Nayeon is initially surprised by your sudden forcefulness, but if her reaction is any indication, not only did she not have a problem with it - she got off on it.

 “Yes! I love it… I love when you use me… when you use my pussy and fuck me hard!”

 “You’re just… a dirty, needy little slut, aren’t you, Nayeon?”

 “Yes!” Nayeon answers, her face full of needy lust now, “I’m yours! I want to be treated like this… I want you to use me! I want you to fuck me like the little slut that I am!”

 “If you are a slut,” you begin as you give her a particularly hard thrust, “then you’re going to be fucked like one.”

 You quickly pull your shaft from her body before pulling her off the table, turning her around and pushing her, not too gently, on the back until she is bent over it. Her round, firm butt in the air, you quickly grasp your shaft and line it up with her pussy before sliding inside her once more with a firm, hard stroke.

 “Fuck!” Nayeon gasps, the new position meaning she was filled even deeper than she had been.

 You don’t give her any more time to adjust - soon you are pistoning in and out of her with the same speed as you were when you were fucking her face to face, watching as your absolutely drenched shaft spears in and out between her round butt cheeks, the mounds of flesh bouncing with each entry and exit. Her pussy is even tighter in this position, her hot walls wrapping even tighter around your shaft.

 You reach down and grasp her hips, driving her body back against your crotch even as you thrust forward, your bodies crashing against each other violently, the wet, hot slapping sound of flesh hitting flesh echoing throughout the room.

 “Oh, fuck! Fuck me, baby! Fuck me… use me… make me your little fucktoy!”

 The sight of it - the sight of her small, tight little body bent over the table as she takes you, as you fuck and ravage and dominate her, it all becomes too much to handle. And that wasn’t even mentioning the feel of her tight, hot, wet pussy, so needy and eager to take you, so willing to be fucked and outright taken.

 “I’m gonna fucking cum, Nayeon.”

 “Do it… baby… cum wherever you want! My body is yours, baby! Cum on me, cum in me… wherever you want!

 “I only cum in good girls,” you manage to say, the dark words leaving your lips before you knew it, “sluts like you get cummed on.”

 You reach down just as you reach your peak, and your shaft just barely escapes Nayeon’s wet, slick pussy before you cum, sending hot, thick streams of semen flying onto her lower back and ass, painting her lower body with white. Nayeon lets a long, loud moan of pleasure escape her lips as she feels you cum on her, although there is a note of disappointment in it, as though she had wanted and needed you to cum inside her. You let your shaft, still erect and slick with your juices and hers, rest between her cum glazed ass cheeks as she heaves and breathes heavily, a wet, quivering mess beneath you.

 “I… I wanted your cum in me,” she manages to say.

 You smile devilishly. There was something satisfying about denying her what she wanted - especially after what she did to you. You bend over the table, resting your hands on it, letting your head rest behind her right ear.

 “If you want my cum in you, maybe you should be a good girl.”

 “I will… I will, master. I’ll do anything you want.”

 Your smile widens. The tables had turned.

 “Then I guess you can have a little bit.”

 You reach down, and grasp your still hard cock before thrusting it back into the wet mess of her pussy, delighting in the gasp of surprise that leaves Nayeon’s mouth as you fuck her with slow, smooth strokes, mixing your juices with hers one last time. With your right hand you reach down and squeeze her cum-covered right butt cheek, savoring the feel of her drenched pussy wrapped around your spent cock, as though trying to bring it back to full hardness.

 Your shaft is finally spent, and you let it slip out of her needy little pussy, enjoying the sight of her juices dripping of it and onto the floor. Exhausted now, you fall back into the chair. Nayeon hasn’t moved, still bent over the table, breathing heavily, still recovering. You didn’t mind the sight at all. She is a mess, all dishevelled and naked and spent, the hot white semen on her back and ass making her skin glisten.

 When she finally rises up off the desk, the cum on her back and ass drips down her body. You smile as you retrieve some tissues from your jeans on the floor and wipe the thick liquid from her back. When you are done, she joins you in the chair, sitting in your lap once more, although this time in a more innocent way, her legs crossed and off to the side as you wrap your arms around her. You kiss, but this time it is cute and innocent, more affectionate and less lusty.

 “...So, should we get some pizza?” you ask with a smile.

 “Yup. I guess I could use some food before our next study session.”

 “There’s gonna be more studying?”

 “Yup,” Nayeon answers as she rises off your lap, “I’ve had my fun. Now it’s your turn to have yours, master.”

 She gives your shoulder a sweet caress, letting her fingertips graze your ear as she walks past you and leaves the room, likely to go to the washroom to clean up. You gaze after her for awhile, happy to watch her naked body disappear into the hallway.

 Still smiling, you slide the chair back to the table and grab your phone to order some pizza.

[catgrump]

Hi! :) Your writing is great! I saw you have requests open, so are you okay with writing oumota with the dialog prompt "take a guess"? Thanks a lot

Hey there! I watched you going through my fics in my notifications all day the day you found me lmao I’m glad you like my work enough to send in a request!

This is some sort of College AU but it isn’t connected to the other Oumota College AU I’ve done

Also TW for smoking! Please don’t smoke; I just used it as a plot device!

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Kaito took another drag of his cigarette. He watched as the smoke drifted away in the chill of the October night.

He was alone on the balcony that overlooked nothing. Just an endless field of trees that separated the apartment building from the cul-de-sac on the other side.

He leaned back against the wall beside him and sighed, trying to block out the pounding music on the other side of the bricks. Why do I bother coming to these things? He thought

He put the cigarette back to his lips as the balcony’s glass door slid open. He quirked an eyebrow, surprised someone else wanted to escape.

A shorter guy dressed in all black and white burst through, and he looked like he was trying to catch his breath.

“Hey, you okay, man?” Kaito asked, tapping loose ashes over the railing

The guy looked surprised to see another person. It was blink and you’ll miss it: his face changed from scared and confused to cocky and... attempting to be alluring. “Better now that I know you’re out here, handsome,” he smirked

Kaito rolled his eyes. This guy isn’t necessarily his type on paper, as far as he can tell. He reached into his pocket to try and change the subject as he retrieved a small lighter, “You need a light or?”

“Take a guess,” the guy crossed his arms across his chest and tilted his head. This coy act is... not what Kaito was expecting when he decided to take a smoke break.

“How should I know?” Kaito bluntly asked

“Nope! I don’t smoke!” And he paused, then started batting his eyes, “Or do I???”

That somehow got a smile out of Kaito. He shook his head and leaned forward on the railing, feeling the cool of the metal through the fabric of his jacket. “I don’t know,” he started playing along, “DO you?”

“What do you think from just looking at me?” He asked

Kaito looked him up and down as the guy got closer. He has a flourish whenever he moves, but Kaito saw the guy’s fingers shaking. Interesting. “I think if you DO smoke, you need one right now,” Kaito told him before bringing his cigarette to his lips again

Kaito deliberately watched the guy stare at him as he took a drag. Oh, this is fun, Kaito thought, He’s into me, isn’t he?

To test the theory, as soon as he blew the smoke out toward the trees, Kaito looked back at the guy, made eye contact, and bounced his eyebrows. The guy smiled. Well, he hit on me basically as soon as he saw me, and he’s definitely been staring. Two strikes, Kaito thought

“You sure you’re good?” Kaito asked as the guy sat in one of the balcony‘s patio chairs and rested his head in his hands, “The only time I’m ever on a balcony during a party is to smoke, have a private conversation, get some air, or make out with someone, so—“

“I’d be down for the latter,” he practically sighed

“Dude,” Kaito couldn’t believe the audacity of this guy.

“What?”

“First of all, you’re avoiding the subject. Second of all, I don’t even know your name.”

“Oh so you’d be interested if you knew my name?” Alright, that’s strike three. He may not be Kaito’s type on paper, but he’s interested... and he’s kind of cute in an oddly charming way.

“Potentially,” Kaito almost scolded, “You gonna tell me your name?”

“What if I don’t have one?” He’s definitely teasing now

“Make one up,” Two can play at this game.

“It’s Kokichi.”

“Is it?”

“That’s the truth, I promise,” ‘Kokichi’ crossed his fingers over his heart as he said that

“So if I call you that, you won’t forget the fake name you gave me, right?” Kaito took another drag through a smile

“I won’t forget because it’s my real name,” alright, Kokichi it is, “Besides, I wanna hear what it sounds like coming from you.”

Kaito studied Kokichi again after releasing his smoke. He’s confident as all hell— especially for someone his size— but Kaito saw Kokichi’s foot tapping under the patio table. Is he confident or not? Or is he just trying to recover from whatever went on inside?

“You still haven’t answered my first question,” Kaito redirected the conversation, “You SURE you’re okay?”

“Oh, I was taught not to talk to strangers,” Kokichi was playing coy again, but Kaito was quickly learning how to throw it back at him.

“That’s funny; you’ve been doing a hell of a lot of talking so far, Kokichi,” he made sure to make eye contact when he said his name.

Kokichi’s head fell back as he groaned with satisfaction, then he fell right back into his palms, leaning forward and kicking his legs back and forth, “OH, that does sound nice—“

“What’s that?” Kaito was having fun toying with him now

“My name coming out of your mouth,” he smirked. Legs were still kicking, “I wonder if it would sound any different in my bedroom.”

“Alright, easy, Tiger,” Kaito rolled his eyes with a smile, “You don’t even know MY name.”

Kaito had to admit: that was a damn good line. ‘I wonder if it’ll sound different in my bedroom’. And he has to admit he was becoming more and more intrigued the more he talked with him. He’s learning so much and yet so little about this guy.

“There’s something about kissing a stranger that’s a bit more... passionate; wouldn’t you agree?” How was Kokichi so good at this?

“Oh so kissing strangers is fine, but talking to strangers is where you draw the line?” Kaito asked as he left the railing, and leaned a hand on the patio table, looking down at Kokichi just about a foot from his face

“I never said I did what I was told,” Kokichi whispered with an irresistible smug smile

Alright, this is suddenly hot. It was fun to flirt with this guy and mess with him but now, things are sexy. Kokichi was batting his eyes and Kaito bit his lip. Am I actually...? He thought, glancing down at Kokichi’s lips briefly, then chuckling to himself

“You can tell me your name, if you want—“ Kokichi started to speak again, but Kaito made his decision

He snuffed out the cigarette and stepped closer, then brought the hand that was still warm from the cig to Kokichi’s face, which made Kokichi instantly stand up.

Kaito heard fingers tapping on the table, and glanced down to see that Kokichi was tapping out sporadic rhythms on the glass. He put his own hand on Kokichi’s to make it calm down as he slowly leaned down to kiss him.

He was right. There IS something more passionate about kissing a stranger. There’s something about just giving in to carnal desire with someone you have no specific attachment to that’s incredibly hot. It was easier to move forward quickly when you aren’t worried about what this person thinks of you, because you already know they’re attracted to you and that’s all that matters right now.

As Kaito bit Kokichi’s lower lip, Kokichi let out a soft moan disguised as disgust, “You taste like nicotine.”

“You love it; don’t lie to me,” Kaito whispered in a low voice against Kokichi’s ear, feeling him shudder in his arms

Kokichi responded by moving Kaito’s face back to him so they could continue to kiss with aggression and determination.

Their hands moved all across each other’s chests, necks, waists, hips, backs, gripping fabric in their fists and breathing grunts against each other

As much as Kaito wanted more, he thought of a better way he could leave an impression.

He broke away, pulled a loose receipt and a pen out of his pocket, wrote down his phone number and said, “It’s Kaito, by the way,” before going back inside.

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Prompt from This List

[440mxs-wife]

Song of the Heart

Pairing: Ketch x Reader

You adjusted your stockings under the slit that went halfway up your thigh on your midnight blue sequined gown. You stepped into your high-heeled shoes, fluffed your hair for the last time and checked your makeup. You were working undercover with Arthur Ketch at a nightclub with a 1940s theme. The two of you were on the trail of a siren, and had tracked it to the nightclub.

They were looking for a new singing act, so you auditioned and got the part. This allowed you to keep an eye on the club owner, Frank, and his VIP clients to see which one of them was the siren. Ketch acted as your manager, which gave him the opportunity to act as a second set of eyes. He also had full access backstage, so he could communicate freely with you. More importantly, he could keep an eye on you in case something went wrong.

You could hear the band warming up for the song you chose to sing tonight, Why Don't You Do Right?. It was a slow, kind of sexy song, just right for this crowd of high-class men. You knew it was cheesy that you had last heard it in the movie Who Framed Roger Rabbit. But your singing would keep the customers' attention on you while Ketch investigated and tried to find the siren.

Ketch came backstage to check on you and make sure you were ready to go onstage. "Everything all right, my dear?" he asked.

"Yeah, oh sure, I'm ready, no problem," you tried to assure him and reassure yourself. "Who am I kidding, I can't do this. I've never performed in front of people before, let alone for something this important," you trembled. "What if I forget the words? What if they don't like my singing? What if I trip on my dress? Then what?" you rambled.

Ketch put his hands on your shoulders and looked directly in your eyes. "Darling, sweetheart, what you must remember above all, is don't panic. Besides, I know you're going to be wonderful. Just get out there and channel your inner sex goddess," he teased.

"Don't have one," you mumbled. You broke eye contact with Ketch and tried to calm the blushing in your face. You were excited to be working with the Brit, but also terrified that he would discover your secret crush on him. His blue-gray eyes held a twinkle that you found irresistible. You longed to run your fingers through his thick, dark hair and confirm for yourself if his lips were as tantalizing as you imagined. His accent only added to his sexiness and made you a bit weak in the knees.

"Nonsense, now don't miss your cue, Love. The band is warming up, the curtain is about to rise. Go take your place onstage. I'll be waiting for you, watching everything from back here," Ketch promised.

You took a deep breath, fluffed your hair again and adjusted your gown. You flashed Ketch a smile, and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. "For luck," you whispered. You walked out on the stage and took your mark. You turned to the band, who were finishing their warm-up for your number. "Ready, boys?" you drawled, getting into character. In reality, you were singing to a room full of drooling, high-powered and wealthy men. In your mind, your song was directed at one man in particular, Arthur Ketch.

You had plenty money 1922. You let other women make a fool of you. Why don't you do right, like some other men do?

Get out of here, Make me some money too.

You're sittin' down wondrin' what it's all about. If you ain't got no money they will, put you out. Why don't you do right, like some other men do?

Get out of here, Make me some money too.

You walked off the stage and approached a man with slicked back hair and a pencil-thin mustache. You placed your hand on his shoulder and got so close you could've kissed him. Before he could move in, you stepped out of his reach and sauntered over to your next candidate.

Now if you had prepared 20 years ago, You wouldn't be a wandering now from door to door. Why don't you do right, like some other men do?

You sashayed up to a man in a pinstriped suit, white tie and wavy brown hair. Clean-shaven, but piercing green eyes. You continued to sing, channeling your "inner sex goddess", as was recommended by Ketch. Your palm grazed the man's cheek, but you withdrew it before he could latch on to your hand.

Get out of here, Make me some money too.

Get out of here, Make me some money too.

Why don't you do right, like some other men do?

As the song came to a close, you resumed your position on stage, swaying your hips the entire way. You continued to sing, but didn't yet turn to face the crowd.

Your voice trailed off on the last note, looking at the crowd over your left shoulder. There was about ten seconds of silence, making you think they didn't appreciate your performance. Suddenly, everyone stood and the room erupted into thunderous applause and whistles. You winked at the crowd, gave a small curtsy and strolled off stage.

Once you were out of sight, you clutched your hand to your chest and searched frantically for Ketch. You couldn't believe that you'd gotten through your first performance and hadn't passed out from nerves.

You saw him talking to Lillian, the club owner's daughter. She wasn't too crazy about you taking her place as the featured entertainment two nights a week. Ketch's eyes caught yours and he smiled, then politely excused himself from his conversation with Lillian. As he walked away from her, she narrowed her eyes at you and gave you an ominous glare.

You felt a bit jealous that Lillian was trying to get her hooks into Ketch and that he was so damned polite about it. You silently reminded yourself that he wasn't yours, he wasn't attached to anyone. He could see whomever he wanted to, and if he chose Lillian, then you'd have to find a way to deal with it. You didn't notice Ketch had returned to your side until he placed his hand on your shoulder. "Darling, are you all right? How did it go?" he asked, concern on his face.

"It went fine, Arthur, thank you. No solid leads at the moment," you murmured. "I'll go change, then we can go back to the hotel," you said as you brushed past him on your way to the dressing room. He stared after you, wondering what had happened.

When Ketch was given this assignment, he wasn't sure at first if he wanted to take it. Once he heard he would be working with you, though, he changed his mind. Ketch noticed how your hazel eyes held a kind of softness when talking to witnesses, especially children. When researching a case, those same eyes were laser-focused on finding out what the team was up against.

He thought yours was an understated beauty, and didn't know why you always tried to downplay your allure. Your chestnut hair fell in waves just past your collar, and Ketch wondered if it was indeed as soft as it looked.

Ketch waited for you outside the bar while you changed back into your regular clothes. "Outstanding performance tonight, doll," Frank called out to you. "If you ever want to get up there more than twice a week, let me know," he offered.

You caught sight of Lillian's murderous gaze and slowly shook your head. "Thanks, but I don't think so, Frank," you responded. "I'll see you tomorrow night," you promised.

On the way out to the car, Ketch offered his arm, so you curled your hand around his elbow. He tucked it securely to his side and looked down into your eyes. He opened the car door and waited until you got situated before closing the door. On the way back to the hotel, he asked, "Is everything all right, darling?"

"Everything's fine, Arthur. Just a little tired. Tonight's performance took a little more out of me than I expected," you replied. "Think I'll go to my room and take a shower, wash off all this makeup," you murmured.

Ketch walked you to your hotel room door. This particular establishment was a little more luxurious than what you were used to with the Winchesters. That meant clean sheets, fluffy pillows and no questionable stains on the carpet or mystery odors.

At the door, you fumbled for your key card. You looked up at the ceiling in exasperation, then located the key card in your coat pocket. Before you could swipe the card to unlock the door, Ketch gently turned you around to face him. "I'm right next door, if you should need anything. Just knock on the adjoining door," he said as he caressed your cheek with his thumb.

"Tha-thank you, Arthur. I'll ring if I need anything. Goodnight, Arthur. Sweet dreams," you replied softly. You reached up to give him a peck on the cheek before quickly darting into your room.

"Goodnight, Love. See you in the morning," Ketch answered as you closed the door.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

True to your word, you took a shower and washed off all the makeup. You thought back to your performance and how it felt to be up on stage. Once you got into the music, it seemed to get easier to flirt with the customers. The ones you interacted with during the song didn't set off any alarm bells.

Lillian, however, was another story. You didn't know if you suspected her because she could possibly be who you were looking for. Or, if it was more than likely that you were jealous of her connection with Ketch.

You pulled back the blankets on the bed. Then you punched the pillow a few times to make it more comfortable before laying your head down. As your eyes drifted closed, you thought about how it would feel to have Arthur's arm around you as you slept. You smiled, remembering the music from tonight's performance as it lulled you to sleep.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

The next morning, Arthur answered the door in his pajama bottoms, toothbrush hanging out of his mouth. He was hoping it was you, but instead, Lillian was at his door. Tears were streaking down her face as she pleaded with him to let her in.

Once inside the door, Lillian threw herself into Ketch's arms. "I just don't know what to do, Arthur! My father won't listen to me about getting back up on stage. He's so enamored of that new girl, that he won't give me a chance," she pouted.

"Well, my dear, I am sorry to hear of your troubles with your father. How exactly may I help you?" Ketch asked as he stepped back out of her embrace.

Lillian walked her fingers up Ketch's chest. "Would you talk to him for me? Tell him that I should get a second chance to get back up on stage?" she pleaded.

Ketch nervously rubbed the back of his neck before answering. "I don't know. She is my client, you know. It would be a conflict of interest," he answered.

Her hands snaked up Ketch's bare chest and locked behind his head. "Please, Arthur. If you do this for me, I promise we will be together. You do find me attractive, don't you?" she asked.

"Of course, my dear," he answered. Silently he added that you were more his type than Lillian was. "What do you want me to say to your father to make him change his mind?"

Lillian pulled Ketch towards her and captured his lips with her own. "I think you should tell him that his new favorite performer has been found dead. And that for the good of the club, I will be taking her place. Then you and I can be together forever," Lillian replied.

Ketch stepped back and shook his head a bit. "Any particular way you want it to be done, my dear?" he asked.

She shook her head. "As long as it's done tonight, I don't care. I don't want details, just to know that she's out of the way," Lillian answered.

"Consider it done," Ketch promised.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

You spent most of the afternoon rehearsing for tonight's performance. As you left your hotel room this morning, you saw Lillian leaving Ketch's room. Well, so much for that, you thought. You decided to perform Love, You Didn't Do Right By Me, as sung by Rosemary Clooney. You thought it was fitting, considering what you saw this morning. Yep, you were jealous, but that didn't necessarily mean that Lillian wasn't up to something.

On one of your rehearsal breaks, Ketch came over to see how you were doing. You hadn't had much to say to him all day, and he was concerned. You assured him that you were fine, that you were trying to concentrate on your song to turn in an unforgettable performance. He seemed satisfied with your answer, because he left you alone to rehearse and went to talk to Lillian.

After Ketch was out of sight, you pulled out your phone and called Dean. You shared your suspicions with him, and at first he thought you were just jealous. The more you pointed out the details, the more he thought there may be something to what you were saying.

"When do you go onstage tonight?" Dean asked.

"At 9:00 p.m. I'm hoping she makes her move before that, though," you responded.

"All right, kid, Sammy and I are on our way. Keep an eye on Ketch and Lillian until we get there. Over and out," Dean said then disconnected.

You walked back to the stage and found your mark again. "Can we please run through it one more time, boys? I think I've got it from here if we can just get one more go," you asked. The band members smiled at you and picked up their instruments.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

You put the final touches on tonight's ensemble and checked your reflection in the mirror. You were wearing a strapless black sequined gown, again with the slit halfway up your thigh. For jewelry, you had on long-hanging crystal earrings and a diamond choker adorned your neck. You kept your makeup simple. Your hair was piled high on the top of your head, with a few stray tendrils framing your face.

As you prepared to walk out on stage, Ketch took your hand and locked eyes with you. He leaned in to try and peck your cheek for luck, but you pulled your hand free from his. You gave him a small smile and walked out to your mark to wait for the curtain to go up.

Love, You Didn't Do Right By Me, by Rosemary Clooney

Love you didn't do right by me You planned a romance that just hadn't a chance and I'm through Love you didn't do right by me I'm back on the shelf and I'm blaming myself but it's you

My one love affair didn't get anywhere from the start To send me a Joe who had winter and snow in his heart wasn't smart. Love You didn't do right by me As they say in the song...you done me wrong Lillian came backstage to speak to Arthur to reinforce his mission to kill you. Little did either of them know, Sam and Dean had also sneaked backstage to wait for you.

My one love affair didn't get anywhere from the start To send me a Joe who had winter and snow in his heart wasn't smart. Oh Love, You didn't do right by me As they say in the song...you done me wrong Yes Mr. Love, you done me wrong.

As the last notes faded, you were treated to a repeat of last night's show of appreciation, standing ovation with whistles and thunderous applause. You saw Ketch talking to Lillian again, and she ultimately nudged him in your direction. When he was only a few steps from you, he reached behind him for his weapon and pointed it directly at you.

You held your hands in front of you and tried to reason with him. "Arthur, this is not real. You don't want to do this. If you pull the trigger, I will be dead, and it will be on your conscience," you explained.

Ketch's eyes were cold as he contemplated his next move. "I am well aware of the consequences of my actions, my dear. Lillian told me that the only way she and I can be together is if I eliminate you as the competition. I have to do this," he replied.

You lowered your hands as Ketch continued to point his weapon at you. From the corner of your eye, you could see Sam and Dean taking up positions to eliminate Lillian as the siren. Dean drew the brass dagger dipped in blood and poised to strike at Lillian.

"I understand, Arthur. You have to eliminate me to be with Lillian. If being with Lillian will make you happy, Arthur, then you have to do it. I care about your happiness so much that I won't stop you from shooting me," you finished, tears streaming down your face.

As Ketch brought the hammer back on his weapon, Dean drove the brass dagger into Lillian's side, killing her. Ketch blinked and shook his head to clear it. He suddenly realized that he had a gun pointed at you, ready to fire. He returned his weapon to safe mode and put it in his back waistband. He took two hesitant steps towards you and reached out a shaking hand. "I'm so sorry, Love," Ketch whispered. "I'm not under her spell anymore. Please forgive me," he begged.

"It's all right, Arthur," you held up your hands but taking a step backwards. "Let's all just go home," you suggested. Dean put his arm around you and led you to the Impala. Sam moved towards Ketch to ride back with him to the bunker.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Dean put one of his cassettes in, but kept the volume low so he could have a conversation with you. "Everything all right?" he asked.

You stared out the window, your chin resting in your hand and your elbow on the door. "I'm fine, Dean," you sighed.

"Are you sure? I mean, you just stared down a man under the spell of a siren, who was holding a gun on you. Aren't you even the least bit freaked out? Not to mention the crush you have on Ketch, only to see another woman coming out of his hotel room," Dean remarked.

You turned to Dean and looked at him like he had sprouted another head. "You really know how to summarize a situation, don't you, Dean? Besides, who said I had a crush on Arthur Ketch?" you grumbled.

"No one. But you do. Don't you," Dean replied quietly.

"So what if I do? It's not like he returns the feelings, Dean," you retorted. "He has his pick of any woman on this Earth. Women who are smarter, more beautiful and way more sophisticated than I could ever be. Why in the world would he EVER pick me," you muttered.

"But--" Dean started.

"No. Just drop it, okay? Please? The answer you're looking for is, 'he wouldn't pick me'," you answered, turning back towards the window.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

"Ketch, are you all right?" Sam asked.

"Of course, Sam. Why wouldn't I be?" Ketch shot back.

"You were just under the spell of a siren. You were pointing a weapon at a friend, and she actually told you to pull the trigger. Aren't you even the least bit freaked out?" Sam wondered.

Ketch thought for a few minutes. "Yes, Sam. I am a bit 'freaked out' as you say, but not for the reasons you may think," he replied.

Sam considered Ketch's comments. "You love her, don't you?" Sam grinned.

Ketch couldn't help but smile. "Something like that, perhaps. But after what just happened, I doubt I have any kind of chance with her," he lamented.

"Oh, I dunno. She's not the type of woman to hold a grudge," Sam mentioned.

"I suppose you're right. She strives to see the best in people, no matter who. She believes in second chances and routinely puts other people's needs before her own. She's a compassionate, intelligent, witty and beautiful woman. And she sings like an angel," Ketch added as he parked his car in the bunker garage.

When Sam and Ketch got out of their car, they noticed Dean leaning up against the Impala, waiting for them. "Where is she, Dean?" Ketch asked.

"She's out back of the bunker," Dean answered. As Ketch walked past him, Dean grabbed Ketch's arm. "Go easy on her," he remarked.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

You stared at the night sky, mesmerized by the limitless display of stars. You felt another presence, and turned to see Arthur Ketch approaching on your left. He slowly walked over to you and when he reached your side, he turned his gaze upwards.

"Hello, Arthur," you said quietly.

"Hello, Darling," he responded.

"I believe I owe you an apology," you started.

Ketch looked at you in shock. "What on earth do you have to apologize for??" he asked.

"For how I reacted towards you after the siren's spell was broken. I know that wasn't you, and when you tried to assure me of that, I backed off," you explained. "I'm sorry if I hurt you. I want you to know there's nothing to forgive about what happened at the club."

"Thank you, Love. I can never repay your kindness," Ketch murmured.

The two of you contemplated the cosmos for a little while longer before Ketch put his arms around you from behind. "Sam and I had an interesting conversation on the way here," he remarked.

"Oh? What was the topic?" you asked nervously.

Ketch turned you around in his arms so he could look into your eyes. "You were, darling. We were talking about you," he answered.

"Oh. I see. And what exactly was said about me?" you wondered.

"I told Sam about all the things I love about you. Like how you believe in second chances. That you strive to see the best in people. And how you sing like an angel," he grinned.

"Well, I might have had a similar conversation with Dean on the way home as well. Talking a little about you," you hastily added.

"Really? And what did you say about me?" he asked.

"Dean figured out that I have a crush on you. I confirmed it, but I also told him that I was pretty sure that you didn't return my feelings. I said that you had your pick of any woman in this world, women much more beautiful and more sophisticated than me. Makes me wonder why you would bother with someone like me," you finished quietly.

Ketch reached up and cupped your cheek with his left hand. "Love, I don't want to be with just any woman. I want to be with you," he responded. He dove in and meshed his lips with yours in a kiss that started as a glowing ember and built into a raging bonfire.

Your hands slid up his chest and locked behind his neck. "Arthur...." you whispered.

"Oh, Darling," Ketch whispered back. His hands roamed up and down your back as his lips left yours to dance across your neck. You gasped when his mouth found that sweet spot and lingered for a bit. "I have a bit of a confession. Remember that first night at the club, when you were getting ready to go on stage?" he started. You nodded. "The moment you opened your mouth and that first note came out, I knew I was gone. I was in love with you," he finished.

"As long as we're confessing, I should mention something as well. That same night, I wasn't singing to the crowd....I was singing to you. All those moves I showed those two guys in the audience, you know, channeling my 'inner sex goddess'?" you chuckled softly. Ketch grinned and nodded. "I wished it was you instead. I love you, Arthur," you whispered.

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Masquerade Kiss: Do Bad Girls Like to Self-pleasure? Kazuomi Shido - otona love - chapter 6 summary/translation

i can’t believe we’re already onto the last chapter! this chapter is the one every single one of us has been waiting for. it’s super sexy, but also so ridiculously romantic. i don’t think i’ve ever seen kazuomi be this sentimental ever, but he is just so head over heels in this chapter. this is definitely the best salve for if you were burnt by his actions in that sweet cafe story. in case you missed it, you can read the previous chapter here or check out my translations page to read from the start.

and without further ado...

you: “i want you to hold me...”

at those words, kazuomi’s passion, which had been simmering, suddenly flares in arousal.

“i pick mc up and wordlessly place her down onto the bed.”

“shido...” you murmur.

“god, you are seriously good at turning me on”

“when i saw you taking care of yourself, i wanted to satisfy you “using me” no matter what”

“about that... even now, you’re more than enough,” you say. as you look up at him, embarrassed, from the bed, kazuomi thinks you look like you’re shining when you laugh. just that expression makes kazuomi’s chest tighten.

i just want to interlude here because i always use kira as my heroine name and kirakira means sparkling/glittering so i’m extra happy at this line

“i never thought that one lone woman would get to me this much”

you put your arms around his neck and his face nears yours. drawn to you, and his and your lips press against each other’s as if you’re challenging each other.

“don’t tell me you want to take the initiative”

you: it’s not that... i [just] can’t wait

you remove your arms from around kazuomi’s neck and place your palm against his. interlacing your fingers with his, you narrow your eyes as if looking at something you love.

(full disclosure, i’m not sure if he’s the one looking at you like that or if you’re the one looking at him, but i think it’s you from the context of the previous sentence and the next line of dialogue)

“i see. so this is what you wanted”

kazuomi traces the nape of your neck with the hand that isn’t holding yours. as his lip press against yours and he sucks on your tongue, his hand slowly slips under the hem of your clothes.

(i skipped 3 slides of just moaning)

without removing your underwear, kazuomi pushes the fabric aside and slips a finger [into your bra] from below.

“when i stimulated the sharpness that started to harden just from kissing with my fingertips, mc’s hips shook.”

you moan, and kazuomi says:

“that’s a nice voice”

“as i thought, you’ve been waiting [for this] since that morning”

he undresses you, takes off your underwear and takes the “tip” [of your chest] into his mouth. when he makes a noise and plays with it with his mouth, your moans become sweeter.

“ahhh...”

you: “shi... do...”

“i tear off my own clothes, and slowly caress mc’s upper body with both hands. the nape of [her] neck, breasts, waist... her inner heat rises just by my touch.”

“your voice is good, but that expression is also exceptional”

defeated by your alluring gaze, kazuomi stimulates your nipples with fingertips, matching what his lips are doing. just by nudging at, and pinching, the tips, your hips tremble invitingly.

you: “as i thought... your... hands...”

“yeah... it seems our compatibility is the best”

“your skin is absorbing [the feel of] those hands of mine that you love so much”

“a woman who turns me on this much just by touching [her], huh”

“you wear all sorts of faces, but the one that you make when you’re purring beneath me is the cutest after all”

he takes off your skirt and traces his fingertips along your inner left thigh, where you always have your “secret” hidden

(by having all kinds of faces, he’s talking about all the personas that she has to adopt. the secret he’s talking about is the perfume that she usually dabs in that area, and probably also refers to that time she wore a wire there)

your eyes are red and you shake your head reluctantly.

you: “not...there...”

sorry to ruin the mood but i just have to say when i saw the way they phrased the red eyes bit (赤く染めて) i just thought of kirihara from prince of tennis threatening to dye you red (with your blood)

“that has the opposite effect”

essentially you’re saying no not there (meaning it’s too much stimulation and also you’re being coy) and he’s like since you said that i will do it even more alskjflsd

you moan, and he lifts your thighs and trails his lips along your inner thighs. with a hand gripping his head, your body quivers.

“you’re weak [here] as usual”

your breathing turns shallow as your eyes fill with tears. he slips his hand over your last piece of clothing (underwear) and slides his fingers under the edge of the fabric. there’s more moaning on your behalf, and he says:

“you’re always so ready to receive me...”

“this time, i won’t be satisfied until you surrender”

you: “what a... statement...”

i love that she’s in the throes of passion and still manages to talk shit lmao, especially because the next slide is literally just more of her moaning.

anyway, when kazu moves his finger, you let out an amorous moan and tremble with pleasure. every time your hips shake, your breasts also quiver, and it’s making kazuomi start to feel impatient/desperate.

“i’m fine with being impatient. no matter how much i have to endure it, if it’s for your sake then i’ll do it as much as you want”

LSKDFJ;SALDKJ i just have to take a break here because omg my heart actually hurts reading this. this is the kazuomi we deserve ;~~: i love whipped kazuomi with all my heart. sometimes i am like this dude is such a fuckboy why do i even like him and then he does something like this and i literally get booted straight back into loving kazuomi jail like

“the longer i hold back, the greater the reward will be”

i hope you all know that when they conducted the marshmallow test on kazuomi as a child, not only did he wait but he also negotiated so he could have the entire bag of marshmallows.

“shido, [do it] already...” you moan.

“is that alright...? this is what you wanted, right?”

kazuomi takes off your underwear and his finger approaches your swollen ~rosebud~. he presses a finger into your entrance, which is covered in your overflowing nectar, and carefully strokes inside you. with a particularly sweet moan, your body trembles like a bow[string]. all the while, he strokes your body and worships your pale skin, constantly bestowing you with pleasure.

you: “...hey, shido...”

“.....ngh”

your hands stroke his heat (😏) over his clothes. all of a sudden, he can no longer fight back against the pleasure you’re giving him, and he tears off all of his clothes, then rubs your entrance with his erection.

^ here, have a kazuomi groan

“because she made me desperate earlier, i thought i’d get her a little desperate [for me] too.”

“but when my excitement [erection] traced along mc’s slit, i was assailed by an irresistible pleasure-”

you lift your hips as an indication (that you want him), and he pushes deep into you all in one go. you moan (it’s a really lengthy one too lmao), and this absolutely audacious man says:

“woah...h....you’re gripping me pretty strongly, aren’t you”

💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀 look at that little hitch in his voice, and also the cheeky おっと makes its reappearance!! it’s my favourite little trait of kazuomi’s. i still don’t know how to translate it in a way that fully captures the kind of flirty/sly tone that it has. it’s not like a “mindblown” woah it’s like an “easy there cowboy” kinda thing lmao??

“shi...do...” you moan (again).

“yeah...” kazuomi replies. he thinks that the place where you join together feels even more satisfying than the first time [you slept together].

i’m sorry to keep interrupting the mood but i’m just blown away by how significant this is. kazuomi, who is literally constantly searching for the next new and exciting toy to play with, thinking that sex with you is BETTER even than the time you were a novelty to him? just stick a fork in me because i am DONE.  

it seems as if you’re feeling it too; your eyes are closed in ecstatic bliss as you indulge in pleasure.

“i wouldn’t mind looking at this face forever...”

lajkflksjd you already know how i feel about sentimental kazuomi and how his mc is the only woman he will never get bored of 😭😭😭 i wanna cry

you: “aah, i can’t, i can’t... [it’s too] intense...”

“ngh...”

“with every thrust, mc's inside tightens, and i am desperate to suppress the heat rising [in me] without permission.”

he thrusts into the deepest part of you, playing with your ~flower bud~ with his fingers, bending his body over yours while he sucks on your lips; the moment he does so, your inner walls tighten even more as you scream and grasp the sheets.

“...are you satisfied already?”

you shake your head slightly, breathing disturbed (panting).

you: “more... i want to be filled with you more”

“...as you wish”

your bodies separate for a moment, he sits on the bed facing you and you sink down onto him. immediately after accepting him [inside you], you start moving your hips slowly.

“...you’re exquisite when you ride me”

you: “shido.... shi....do......”

fired up by your swaying body, he pulls your waist towards him and rocks his hips in time with yours.

“eventually a big wave came over us, and our lips came together instinctively.”

“...ngh-”

you feel each other’s waves overlapping and all at once the wave breaks through...

“even though i had let my heat loose, i didn’t feel like separating our bodies yet.”

��um, i...” you say.

“hm? kazu responds.

straddling kazuomi, exhausted, you say:

you: “i shouldn’t be sated yet...”

and your voice sounds sweeter than usual.

“...we’re just holding each other like this, but i feel so blessed*”

“if i had never met you, i would have lived the rest of my life without knowing this, this peaceful and fulfilling time spent with [you].”

*this can also mean happy/lucky. take your pick of adjectives that describe how absolutely in love kazuomi is and how blissfully happy he is to be with you

kazuomi thinks that if your body and soul genuinely connect fully, maybe words aren’t needed after all.

“...i thought i’d definitely make you wave the white flag, but somehow, this time, it seems that i also have to surrender”

kazuomi thinks it feels a little different from normal, the feeling that he could be fulfilled forever.

“while relishing [this feeling] to my heart’s content, i embraced my beloved woman.”

--

and that’s the end! can you believe how (emotionally not physically lmao) Softe kazuomi was in this chapter? he’s just so crazy in love and so ridiculously sentimental... i don’t think i’ve ever seen him and his mc have such romantic intercourse EVER. i always love sexy, smooth kazuomi as usual but he’s really at his best when he’s being emotional. i also loved seeing how crazy turned on he gets as well. i feel like we always see the mc’s pleasure but there’s something equally (if not more) gratifying about seeing how good you make the love interests feel too. but my ultimate favourite part would definitely have to be that post-orgasmic cuddling and how kazuomi is just a hopeless lovestruck fool for you. it honestly made me want to cry.

ALSO i can’t believe we got to see both kazu’s flushed orgasm face and that super-soft smile of his!!

thanks so much for joining me throughout this story. i really hope you enjoyed it, and thanks so much for all the reactions through asks, DMs, replies, etc. i’ve super enjoyed reading them. please let me know what your favourite part(s) of the whole route are!

finally,  i’ve set up a ko-fi page here and would be incredibly grateful if you would like to support me for translations and being able to purchase more routes to recap in english

[peepingtoad]

|| @dokuhebi | cont. {x} ||

These were strange times indeed to find oneself relaxing in what was essentially an intimate holiday retreat, but Jiraiya had never been one to pass up any chance to bask, even temporarily, in the calm between storms. 

For some time now they had been on the move, running from assumed pursuers, often roughing it, and constantly having to pack up and move again as soon as possible. After all, there was only so long that even the most skilled shinobi on the run could go undetected, especially in a group of three, and with so few basic supplies there was little choice but to stop at the occasional inn. Even with constantly changing disguises and cleverly placed diversions, chakra could be sensed. Townsfolk would gossip. Innkeepers would be bought. The constant atmosphere of tension and worry between them made this one of the less fun voyages he’d ever experienced, but the stretch of their journey before they reached this promised land had been of a particular strain on the collective patience of the group, helped in no way by the snippy comments of Kabuto, Orochimaru's right hand man.

At the very least, and to Jiraiya's absolute delight, Kabuto seemed happy enough to hole himself up in his own quarters immediately upon arrival here. The sage wasn't sure how much, if anything, the young man had come to know about the situation between the two Sannin, for he left it entirely up to Orochimaru to either clear things up in their own time, or not. It wasn’t up to Jiraiya to demand their status (vague thing that that was) to be made known, and it hardly mattered a great deal to him anyway. Sure, it made keeping his more amorous tendencies in check a challenge at times, but it also meant that moments like these were all the more wonderful for it.

The absolute ambience of this place, the ease he felt being beside Orochimaru, and their ease in cuddling up to him, made his question a very earnest and comfortable thing—no hint of guilting or judgement to be seen, to which they thankfully seemed to respond well. It wasn’t with any certainty that Jiraiya could claim an expected answer, and yet as he listens to them speak he finds himself surprised not on the basis of the answer itself, but on their frankness even when confronted with the contradictory nature of it.

"A serendipity! Never thought I’d hear the day you sell your own cunning short!" He laughs, much too warmly given the fraught memories they were discussing, a betrayal so recent that it really should instill him with more caution than this. But in the face of his deepest desires, Jiraiya was ever one to lose sight of such a thing. He tilts his head to accept the small kiss with a very satisfied, almost childishly smug expression, and scoffs lightly at their taunting. "Now, don't you go getting all presumptuous on me. I think I'd choose the word ‘exasperated’ over 'upset’ in this case. But whatever you think my feelings are, there was in fact a great deal of romance to it... in your own very special, often infuriating way.”

He was going to leave it at that. The allure of all the flesh Orochimaru has on show is strong, and having those legs draped over his lap proves irresistible to his tactile nature as he runs a palm over the top of one calf, then allows it to glide down the side of their thigh, thinking nothing of slipping beneath fabric for a more intimate feel. Even so, this all has him thinking in such a way that he can’t feign a solely lusty mood. The time spent as a captive was so fraught with tension and mistrust that he could never have faced thinking too deeply about it, and ever since their escape they were afforded so little privacy or time to consider anything but the next destination. There’s so much he wishes to say, and it makes him nervous. It reflects in his touch as he slowly, absently runs his hand up and down the length of their leg, and in the sigh that seems to deflate him despite the smile he wears.

“You know... fool that I am, I can’t resist putting all my trust in your hands. You know it, I know it." Where his free hand had initially rested before finding a distraction, covered only by the light fabric of his yukata, was a scar. It’s only by grace of the subject at hand and the fact he’d obliviously been touching it moments earlier that he now remembers this particular scar, one of two tokens of the first truly violent altercation they’d ever had—the other sitting higher on his chest. That night had cemented in place the very first death of something between them, a death that felt like some crucial part of him had been ripped out. Even now it was difficult to identify what exactly that something was, but it’s clear as day that on his part at the very least, it wasn’t his trust in the other. His fingers clench subtly into the pale skin beneath their tips, and he lifts his gaze from the spot with a soft smile, the lantern’s light now picking out his profile in warm orange. "I noticed that even though you do betray my trust, I’m always awake the next day to realise it. I wondered if it truly was because I meant so little to you by that point, but even while despairing part of me still believed it was because you couldn’t bring yourself to do worse. I carried that like a candle in the dark. It hurt regardless, of course. Boy, did it hurt and yet..."

They must know exactly what he’s talking about by now. It isn’t something he’d intended to bring up on this beautiful evening, but now that he’s found himself on a tangent he suspects Orochimaru will remain quiet until he’s finished, digest his words thoroughly before making any input of their own. And so, with his eyes trained on the lantern buzzing under the assault of fluttering moths’ wings, he continues.

"And yet I've never once woken up and thought to myself that next time we’ve got a situation, I won't do it again. Just to show you that I’m still me, and the way I feel hasn’t changed. But now that you mention it, talking about actions proving words... most of the time when I’ve thrown all of myself at your feet it’s been desperation at play. Desperation because I know I’m too late, desperation to prove something I was responsible for messing up to begin with, with a few theatrics thrown in because truthfully, I'm not always this articulate. In the forest though, there was nothing in our past that put us there—well, besides me scouting the general area for signs of you—and so in that moment I saw you injured, I simply reacted, and it was the very same me, only without the preface of a fight. Your reaction to that, I feel as a result, also ended up coming from a different place to other clashes we’ve had. Simply put, you could have made it so I simply woke up alone again. But this time, I think something in you wanted to have a go at being around me, even if it was rationalised as tactical at first. I could be absolutely wrong, I could be seeing what wasn’t there. It’d be stupid to pretend that I understand you fully, after we’ve been separated for so long, and frankly you were always pretty difficult to get. But I'd pick difficult you over easy not-you any day of the week. I know you're a little intense, a little morbid, a little out of the ordinary, and it shows most when you’re feeling too much at once... but that just is you, isn’t it?"

The one I love.

With a soft, purring laugh at the impossibly mushy thought does he finally turn back towards them, interrupting those anxious paths he’d been tracing up and down their thigh to instead ghost up the exposed sliver of chest, then caress an elegant jaw. As the bone tapers, his curled forefinger gently slips to the thinner skinned underside, a teasing persuasion for them to face him more fully. To allow him to truly appreciate every facet of their features, from the alabaster skin that the lantern-light dusts golden, to the gleaming silver earrings at their throat, to the fathomless hues of gem-like irises. It gets him every time without fail, just how ridiculously stunning they truly are—always did, except it’s only now that he can truly be open in his admiration. Or rather, adoration.

A smile creeps rakishly over his face, a little flushed despite how smooth he tells himself he’s being, and at the very moment his leaning and guiding seemed it would end in a kiss, he halts with that velvet dark gaze locked onto theirs.

"Similarly, I’d hope that if anyone was to say how absolutely spellbinding you are tonight, it’d mean more to you coming from the man who's bled for you and chased you to the ends of the earth, than than it would coming from some other bozo." Humming an even huskier laugh than before, he finally closes the distance with a single, lingering kiss on their lips before playfully adding:

“Hypothetically speaking, of course.”

[kaiqarker]

lost and found | part three

pairing: xavier plympton x reader

warnings: swearing, angst

summary: in which a savior of heaven is sent down to camp redwood to put an end to the bloodbath and help the lost souls that reside there.

tag list: @jetblackpayne @vixi3303 @hplotrfan

part three: the unraveling

SHE AWOKE WITH A GROAN, squinting and adjusting to the bright light shining above her. her head ached and her stomach was stinging, a frown altering her once motionless expression that took place during her unconsciousness. she glanced down, wanting to see what was irritating her abdomen so painfully, eyes settling upon a knife plunged through her flesh, one she instantly recognized.

“it was pretty hard to knock you out, i have to admit,” a voice broke the silent atmosphere, along with the click of boots hitting the hardwood floor of the vacant cabin.

immediately y/n tried to move, but she couldn’t, and when she glanced above her she saw her wrists chained to the bed posts. “it was also hard to find something to restrain you with. i didn’t know if ropes would do with your freakish strength.”

“is this really necessary, montana?” y/n grunted out, feeling her body trying to heal the bleeding wound gracing her stomach, but since the blade was still stuck within her, it couldn’t. the only pain going away was the throbbing of her headache.

“i’d say so.” montana nodded her head, plopping down at the end of the bed, her big eyes holding no remorse.

“listen, i’m sorry if we got off on the wrong foot, that was partially my fault, but you can’t keep doing this. this is getting no one anywhere.”

“see, that’s really the problem. i just want to do whatever i want, and you are ruining that.”

“you can do whatever you want, just as long as you don’t hurt people,” y/n responds in a soft spoken voice, trying not to focus on the knife that had cut through her organs. if it wasn’t pulled out of her soon, she would lose consciousness again and the heartbeat she wasn’t supposed to have would stop.

“but hurting people is fun.” montana emphasizes the last word, crawling until she was hovering above the wounded angel-to-be.

“you just want other people to hurt because you’re hurt.”

“nah,” the blonde disagrees, gripping the handle of the weapon, and any hope that she was going to yank it out died when she twisted it. the blade punctured her insides ruthlessly in new angles, a loud whimper erupting out of the poor girl who was being tortured by someone who enjoyed every second of it. “i do it because it feels good.”

“and did it feel good when your brother died?” y/n choked out, montana’s head snapping up at the mention of her favorite person in the entire world.

an angry and displeased grimace contorted montana’s features before she tugged the knife roughly out of y/n’s stomach, bringing the blade to her neck and letting it dig into the skin there as a threat. heavy puffs of air came out of her flared nostrils and mingled with the stuffy air of the cabin, eyes darkened but in noticeable pain as she remembered the day she lost him, and when she lost herself as well.

“don’t. talk. about. him.”

“it wasn’t brooke’s fault, you know? she didn’t sleep with him that night.”

“you’re lying.”

“why would i be?” y/n said slowly; she was sure with one hard swallow the knife would slice through her skin.

“even if she didn’t, it’s still her fault. she shouldn’t have even been marrying that psycho. she shouldn’t have let my brother stay with her that night. she... should have stopped him. someone should have stopped him.” montana explained, tearing up at the last part, clearly still traumatized from seeing her brother get murdered right in front of her eyes.

“it’s not your fault either.” she murmured up to the blonde, who seemed to finally be in touch with her empathy for once.

the sensation of her abdomen starting to heal itself made y/n let out a sigh of relief, but she still paid attention to the extremely dysfunctional girl hovering above her, processing her words. the pain was there coating montana’s doll-like features, lipstick-stained lips quivering just the slightest. she was remembering everything she had forced herself to forget, and y/n thought that she had finally broken down her barriers.

she was proved wrong when montana sucked in a harsh breath, dark eyes returning their attention back to the supernatural creature she had tied up and planned on invoking so much pain upon. the coldness had returned to her gaze, the flicker of warmth, the flash of love, gone. and she even let out a humorless laugh, gripping her knife tighter.

“nice try, but there’s no going back for me. this is who i am. i belong here. and you don’t.” montana raised her knife into the air, holding it with both hands as she prepared to thrust the blade straight through her chest and into her heart. y/n prepared herself for the impact, closing her eyes and holding her breath.

a loud thump resonated through the cabin and hit y/n’s ears, forcing her eyelids to flutter back open just in time to see montana tumble off the bed and xavier standing above her, holding a canoe oar in one hand. after leaning over and making sure that the hit to the head had rendered the ghost unconscious for the time being, he returned his focus to y/n, dropping the item and stepping towards her restrained form.

“hey, angel. need some help?” his hands found the chains, working on unraveling them from the bed frame that constricted her wrists.

“that’d be nice,” she answered with a breath of relief, blinking in disbelief, surprised he was even here and more importantly stopped montana once more.

he definitely was though, blue eyes attentive as they analyzed her condition, a pang spreading throughout his chest as he saw the dried blood and healing cuts. he was disappointed with himself he hadn’t found her sooner, and the fact he didn’t try harder to get montana to let her little vendetta against the savior of heaven go. he didn’t know how much keeping her safe meant to him until now. he vowed then and there he would always protect her, no matter what.

“what are you even doing here?” she couldn’t help but ask, slowly sitting up on the bed after her hands were freed, but when she tried to stand up and stumbled, xavier was quick to be at her side. his arm wrapped around her back and she instinctively hooked one of hers around his neck, allowing him to support part of her weight while they headed for the door.

“i saw what was going on through the window. i figured i should probably get you out of there.”

“you didn’t have to intervene. in fact, after everything you’ve said to me, i’m surprised you even did.”

“yeah, well...” he drifted off, unsure how to respond, the cool afternoon air hitting both of their skin when they made it outside.

the sun was beginning to set, already masked partially by the white, puffy clouds in the sky, so it didn’t get in either of their eyes while they started down the path that led to xavier’s cabin he often hung out in when he wanted privacy. her body hummed and felt alight pressed against xavier, holding onto him securely and relishing in the closeness. truth be told, she didn’t want to let go any time soon.

he felt affected by her skin pressed against his as well, loving the warmth and smoothness of her delicate body next to his, seemingly right where it belonged. xavier was careful not to put any pressure on her sore wound, which was taking longer to heal due to the severeness of the attack. his eyebrows furrowed, concerned about her and how she was currently feeling.

“well what?” her question makes his stare avert to her flushed, porcelain face, deep breaths sucked in and exhaled through the space between her parted lips. even after being through a heavily stressful and traumatic event, she still looked unbelievably strong and beautiful.

“i... just. i didn’t want to see you hurt, okay?”

“you care.” she couldn’t help but smile slightly, his confession making all of the horrid events that had went down fade away.

“i do not.” he immediately denies, suddenly unable to look at her knowing face and turning his head forward, focusing on getting both of them up the steps of his cabin.

“yes, you do. you care. you care about meee.” y/n teases, using her free hand to poke at his cheek, an action that he tried to lean away from.

“you’ve lost more blood than i thought.” he shakes his head, trying his best to ignore the irresistible girl in his arms.

they enter the residence, xavier closing and locking the door behind them after they shuffle through. he heads for the queen-sized bed, found in head camp consoler cabins, which he of course he was quick to claim once he found out he wasn’t leaving this place anytime soon. y/n is guided to sit down on the edge of the bed, safe for the time being.

“thank you for helping me. even if you want to deny why you did it.” y/n says, watching him settle down beside her. she was feeling better with every passing second, and she didn’t know if it was because she was finally out of montana’s presence or because she was in xavier’s.

“if you don’t drop it, then i won’t help you ever again.” he comments half-heartedly, comprehending the content features of her alluring face, fighting the urge to cup her cheek with his hand.

“i don’t believe you.” she grins, seeing right through him, and for once, it doesn’t make him angry. he liked being seen, especially by her.

“whatever. forget about that. i’m ready for my reward now.”

“reward?”

“yup. you owe me. i’ve saved you, what, twice now? kind of ironic since you’re supposedly here to save me.”

“fine. what do you want?” she decided to give in, seeing a smirk return to his face and his eyebrows raise suggestively. “i’m not stripping for you.”

“oh, come on.”

“no.” she laughed, feeling free and... happy. genuinely happy. xavier made her happy.

“worth a shot.” he shrugged, chuckling a bit himself, mostly because her laugh was so contagious.

their laughter died down, eyes finding each other in the heartfelt aftermath. he never got tired of looking at her. she was the epitome of beauty and grace, wrapped up into this hypnotic form that never failed at demanding his attention. and then there was her persistence to see the good in everyone, something he found somewhat annoying in the beginning but had now grown to adore like just about everything else about her. she was so... good. and she wanted to save him. him. he felt unworthy of her devotion to him.

her breath gets caught in her thought while she finds herself completely in awe of him once again. it was almost too easy to do so, heart soaring and yearning for him. all for him. she had thought he was just like everyone else here, but he wasn’t. he was more — so much more and she couldn’t believe it took her so long to realize. he was everything. he was her everything.

“there is something else that i want.” he whispers, looking down at her carefully, eyes holding so much longing.

she didn’t wait any longer, feeling the same thing he was and leaning up into him. their foreheads touch, pressing against each other while they pierce one another with their gaze. they both felt breathless, the intensity of the moment consuming them, and they drowned in it. they basked in their closeness and the undeniable fact that no matter what was going on in the world, they were each other’s relief. they had found each other, and they weren’t letting go.

bliss shot through her when he moved and let his lips connect with hers, which she knew was coming, but it still made her gasp into the kiss, unprepared for the extraordinary sensation. her hands drift to find his bleached hair, tugging on the strands lightly, while he snaked his arms around her waist and pulled her closer. xavier even tilted his head to deepen the kiss, knowing he would never get tired of her soft lips enveloping his.

when they backed away from each other enough to breathe for a moment, he allowed his eyelids to crack open, seeing hers still closed as she let everything sink in. his heart thumped lovingly at the sight, one of his hands raising and allowing his thumb to skim across her bottom lip gently. he wanted to kiss her again and do so much more.

“i have to say, you’re not so bad for a pretentious angel,” xavier murmurs, welcoming every single emotion he was feeling, which finally made her eyes open up to see his wrecked face.

“you’re not so bad for a egotistical ghost,” y/n replies right back in the same soft, playful tone.

he smirks at her response, leaning towards her once more, and she meets him halfway, just as eager to get a taste of him again. she knew that when elijah told her to get personal with the souls here, this wasn’t what he meant, but the more time she spent with xavier, the less she cared about that little detail. especially when she allowed her mouth to go ajar, allowing his tongue to mingle with hers and causing the interaction to get impossibly more intoxicating.

xavier pushes her down flat onto the mattress, shifting until he was on top of her, not disconnecting their lips during the rearrangement. her heart rate was off the charts, matching his as they melted into each other, and she felt... alive. she felt human again, where love and touch and feeling consumed her life. she had been so caught up with priorities, rules, and the well being of others, that there hadn’t been any time to ask herself what she wanted. yes, she did want to help other people, but she also wanted xavier and every single thing he offered her. and right now, the latter was dominating her mind.

right as his hand began to creep under her shirt, she felt a distracting sensation wash over her, causing her to turn her head and look around the room. xavier took this as an opportunity to explore, lips dragging along her neck and sucking rather harshly to have color splotch the surface before almost instantly healing. she let out a quiet moan at the pleasure, ready to shut her eyes and get lost in xavier once more, but her hazy vision locked on the figure that had abruptly appeared before her.

“elijah!” y/n gasped, startled, pushing against xavier so he would back away, which he did, confused.

“actually my name’s xav— oh. hi there.” xavier finally glanced up, seeing a dark-skinned man in a white suit, patiently waiting for them to calm down.

“y/n. xavier.” elijah greeted them both politely, nodding his head in recognition.

“what are you doing here?” y/n questioned, sitting up, embarrassed they had been caught in quite an intimate position.

“we need to talk,” he simply said, and from the way he refused to look her directly in the eye, y/n knew it couldn’t be anything good.

[lovemesomerafael]

No One Else                           Chapter 4:  Repercussions

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It’s late when the inspectors head to Mary Duderon’s apartment to question her about the fire at Kate’s apartment, and Sonny convinces Kate to simply wait until morning to do anything more.  He thinks she’s had enough.  The arson investigator and the police have sealed her apartment as a crime scene, so they’re standing in front of her building.

“I’m not made out of glass, Sonny,” she says, nonetheless grateful for his arms around her.  “I can handle this.”

“I know you can,” he says, his face buried in her soft, fragrant hair.  “I’m just tryin’ to protect you.  Get used to that.  Besides, this is my fault.”

“This is not your fault.  This is Mary’s fault.  She did this. We both know it.”

“Yeah, I think we do.  But it’s about me.  Which makes it my fault.”

“Like you can help being so damn hot…”

He doesn’t laugh.  “Anyway, we can’t prove it.  So we gotta let the fire inspector do his job now.  OK?”  He looks down at her.  “Meanwhile, I guess you need a place to stay.  And I know the perfect place.”

Kate’s not sure how she is smiling and responding to Sonny right now, but apparently he’s irresistible in any situation.  Besides which, it’s hard to feel threatened when he’s holding her and looking at her like that.

“What are you gonna do tomorrow?  About Mary?” She asks as they set out to walk the few blocks to his apartment.  Good thing she has clothes there, since all of those at her apartment are going to reek of smoke until she can get them washed or dry cleaned.

“Nothin’ I can do.  We gotta wait until the arson investigator finishes the investigation.  She’s innocent until proven guilty.”

“Don’t be a lawyer right now, OK?  Be my boyfriend.  Be pissed with me.”

Sonny stops walking and puts his hands on Kate’s shoulders.  “Listen to me, Katie.”  His voice is low and full of emotion.  “I’m feelin’ a lotta things right now, and believe me, pissed is right at the top of the list.  Just because I’m tryin’ to be calm for you, don’t think this is in any way OK with me. It’s not.  None of it.  You may be a tough cop and all, but I love you, and that means I wanna protect you. I’m gonna do the right thing at work, the legal thing, because I have to.  But I’m also gonna leave Mary in no doubt; if she comes for you, she’s gonna deal with me.”

For a split second, Kate wavers between making a flippant remark and being serious, but the look on Sonny’s face makes it clear he’s not kidding.  He’s furious, and he’s afraid for Kate, which only adds to his anger.  

So Kate is serious when she responds.  “She’s gonna deal with both of us.  Tell her to ask the Easton brothers how good an idea that is.”

Sonny gives Kate a satisfied smirk.  It’s the right thing to say, given that Sonny shot one of the Easton brothers at the BX9 house the day they met, and Kate shot the other.  Both brothers are now doing time in prison.  He puts his arm around Kate’s shoulders, and they continue on their way to Sonny’s apartment.

 As soon as they get to work, Sonny and Kate both learn that Mary Duderon hasn’t been arrested, because the first thing each of them do is check.  But they don’t know any more than that.  The arson investigator won’t tell them anything about his questioning of her, or the investigation.  

Sonny is livid.  He’s also astounded at Mary’s cool nerves; she comes in to work and behaves as though nothing has happened.  The first time she comes in his office, bringing coffee and a doughnut, he’s too stunned to speak.  She wishes him a cheerful “Good morning, hon- I mean, Sonny,” and puts some papers on his desk, smiling for all she’s worth.  All he can do is gawk at her.  He leaves the coffee and doughnut sitting where she left them.

He’s on the arraignment docket this morning, so he decides to just work normally until he gets back to the office.  When he does, he goes straight to Chief Hadid’s office.  Pacing back and forth, he tells her the whole story.

“Carisi, will you sit?  You’re making me nervous.”

“Sorry, Ms. Hadid, it’s just…  It was one thing when she was hassling me, but this?  She’s threatening my girlfriend.  She destroyed her property and caused some pretty significant damage to her apartment. I can’t just stand around.”

“As far as any legal repercussions, that’s exactly what you’re going to do, unless and until she’s arrested.  But we may be able to do something about you having to work with her.  Are you willing to file a sexual harassment complaint?”

“She didn’t do anything that rises to that level.  She’s creepy and clingy.  They can’t can her for that.”

“I was thinking more of reassignment.”

“Can’t you reassign her anyway?”

“Yes, if I want her to go to her union and file a grievance.”

“Then reassign me.  She can stay right where she is, with Mikhail and Lam, I just get assigned to somebody else.”

“That, I can do.”  

“Then please, do it.”

“All right.  It’s done.”

“Can I confront her?  Can I tell her to stay the hell away from Kate?”

“Don’t.  If you’ll excuse the expression, you’ll just pour gasoline on the fire.  Let’s see if a little distance won’t dampen some of your allure.”  Vanessa Hadid gives Sonny a slightly sarcastic arch of her eyebrow and picks up her phone.  “I’ll talk to Human Resources.  You just stay away from Mary Duderon.”

 Sonny doesn’t have to wait long for Mary’s reaction to his being assigned to another assistant.  Already red-faced and crying, she trudges into his office as though beset by some tragic calamity.

“Why, Sonny?  Why?” She wails.  “Haven’t I done a good job for you?  I’d do anything for you!  Just tell me what you want, and I’ll do it!”

Sonny breathes deeply in, out, in again…  “I’m sorry, Mary.  Your work is fine.  I’m just not comfortable working with you.”

“But Sheila will never take care of you the way I do!  She doesn’t love you like I do!”  It’s a little difficult to understand her moans.

“Mary, that’s inappropriate.  I’d like you to leave now, please.”

Sonny can see Maurice Mikhail in the hallway outside his office door, trying to eavesdrop without being seen.  He doesn’t approve of Maurice’s motives, but he’s actually grateful for a witness.  

“But, Sonny, I love you!”  

Although her voice is obviously loud enough to be heard in neighboring offices, Sonny decides it would be a mistake to close the door.  He knows that being alone with Mary is the last thing he should do. “You don’t, Mary.  You don’t even know me.  That’s why it’s best if we don’t work together.  Thank you for everything, but please… go now.”

“It’s that Kate, isn’t it?  She made you do this.  You’d never do this to me, you’re my Sonny.”

He was already anxious about this scene and Mary’s deteriorating emotional state, now Sonny’s temper is piqued.  He tries to keep his voice neutral and even.  “I did do this, Mary.  I’m sorry if that hurts your feelings, but it’s done.  Please leave my office.”

A flicker of malice crosses Mary’s face, just as it had the other day, and Sonny can see her consciously try to mask it.  She stops crying.  The syrupy simper in her voice becomes thicker, and the hair on the back of Sonny’s neck begins to prickle.  “You’re such a gentleman, Sonny, of course you’d say that.  You wouldn’t want me to think badly of her.  But you don’t have to pretend with me.  I’m sure it was terrible.  I know she’s crazy jealous of us, of all the time we spend together.  I can only imagine what she must have put you through-“

“Stop!  Just stop! There is no us, and I am the one who asked for a different assistant.”

Mary looks taken aback by the bite in Sonny’s voice, and the mask slips a bit more. She no longer seems upset; now she’s all flirtation.  “Don’t talk like that, Sonny.  We’re what matters.  Not Kate.”  She spits the name as though it is poison.

Through gritted teeth, Sonny snarls his reply.  “All right, here’s how it is.  I asked not to work with you.  Me.  And I did it because of what you did to Kate’s apartment.  Maybe I can’t prove it, but you and I both know it was you.  So let me be very clear here.  Kate is none of your business.  You don’t talk about Kate.  You don’t even think about Kate.  And, so help me, if you go near her again, I will personally make it my business to make sure you’re prosecuted for it.  Now get. Out. Of. My. Office.”

Mary’s narrowed eyes and curled lip loudly declare her fury, only this time, there is no attempt to disguise it.  She says nothing, just turns on her heel and huffs out.  

Sonny is relieved that the scene is over, but he’s also sure he’s just colossally screwed up.  Above all, he’s concerned about what Mary might do now.  He is a bit relieved to see Maurice peek in, with Scott right behind him.  

“Did you guys hear that?”  Sonny asks quietly.

“Kinda hard not to,” Maurice answers, amusement battling concern on his face.  

“Good,” Sonny says.  “I may need witnesses.”

“We got you, Carisi,” Scott says.  “We heard everything.  She’s a wing nut.”

“What did she do to Kate’s apartment?”  Maurice asks breathlessly.

“I can’t prove she did anything.  So best not to say.”

“Well, tell Kate I’m sorry for whatever it was.”

“Thanks.  Guess I better go talk to Ms. Hadid again.  That conversation wasn’t exactly in the plan.”  Sonny grabs his coat on his way out the door of his office, and goes the long way around to avoid Mary’s desk.  

Maurice and Scott share a look that speaks volumes.

“Fuckin’ Dude Ranch, man.”  Maurice mutters.  “I’d say she’s a few fries short of a Happy Meal.”

“I’m with ya’ there,” Scott agrees quietly.

 Kate is participating in a raid that night, but Sonny is able to call her and tell her what happened with Mary.  Kate no longer tries to make excuses for Mary; her sympathy is entirely with Sonny. Partly it’s because of what Mary did to her apartment, but the larger part is loyalty to Sonny.  He’s upset about the whole thing; the way it makes him look to his colleagues, the disruption to his work life, but most of all, he’s concerned about what Mary might do.  He can’t stop replaying that last look she gave him.

“Please be careful, Baby, will ya’?  If she’ll set your bed on fire, and all our pictures, who knows what else she might do?”

“C’mon.  I can take her blindfolded with two broken arms.  And I have a gun.”  Kate’s trying to cheer Sonny up, but she also has no fear of Mary Duderon.  

“I need you to promise me,” Sonny says without amusement.

“I’ll be careful.  I promise.”

“Thank you.  And tell Hensler what’s goin’ on.  I want him watching out for you, too.”

“I already did.  And I’ll tell him what happened today.”

“All right.  Take care tonight, yeah?”

“I will.”

“I love you.  Can’t wait to see you.”

“I love you, too.  I’ll try not to wake you up, but I’ll give you a kiss when I come home.”

“Hey, speaking of home…”

“Yeah?”

“Nevermind.  We’ll talk about it when I see you.”

“OK. Love you.”

“Love you.”

 Sonny awakens the next morning, having slept poorly.  He immediately sees that Kate isn’t home yet.  That’s not particularly unusual; it’s actually a good sign.  If the raid resulted in a lot of arrests, it will take a long time to process them all and write reports.  One of the things Sonny does not miss about being a detective is all the paperwork.  

He calls her and gets her voicemail.  He leaves a mushy message and asks her to call when she can, then texts her a selfie with a goofy sad face and a message about how much he misses her. For good measure, he follows that up with a mushy text with a lot of heart emojis.  He laughs at his own sappiness, but he doesn’t care.  He knows Kate loves that stuff.  Besides, it’s how he feels.

She calls him mid-morning, sounding tired but satisfied.  He’d been right, they had made a number of arrests.  She’s about to take a nap in the crib at her station house, but she tells him she wants to hear his voice before she does.

“And you didn’t get hurt or anything?”  He asks, when she finishes telling him about the raid.

“I got a bit of a shiner,” she says, laughing.  “But otherwise I’m fine.”

“You hit him back?”  Sonny asks, slightly amused, but not much.  

“Didn’t bother.  My grandma hits harder.  I just took him to the ground and cuffed him.”

It makes Sonny feel better just hearing her sound strong and confident. She’s probably right; they really don’t need to worry that Mary could actually hurt Kate. 

“Hey,” Kate asks, “What did you mean about home when we were talking last night? Are you getting tired of me bunking with you?  ‘Cuz the Super says he thinks now that the mattress is out of the apartment, the smell is practically gone.  I just need to wash all my clothes-“

“No. I am not tired of you bunking with me. Just the opposite.  I kinda love it.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.  In fact, I love it so much, if I’da known how great it was gonna be, I mighta lit your apartment on fire myself.”

Kate laughs out loud.  “I probably shouldn’t be laughing at that.  It’s probably not funny.  I think I need a nap.”

“Wish I could take one with you.  G’night. I love you.”

“I love you.”

He thinks he sees movement in the hall.  He doesn’t see anyone out there, and no one comes in, but he’s sure someone was there.  Immediately his mind goes to Mary, eavesdropping on his call.  He sighs.  This is really intolerable.  But at least she didn’t come in.  

 Because she worked all night, Sonny expects Kate will get home at a reasonable hour that night, so he decides to bring work home and make her dinner.  He knows he’ll have to do some work later, but he wants to spend time with Kate.  He’s looking forward to a romantic candlelight dinner with some wine, then taking her to bed.  When she falls asleep, he can get back up and finish working.  

It’s time.  He knows it hasn’t been six months yet, but he doesn’t need six months, and he doesn’t think Kate does, either.  He’s going to ask her to move in permanently.  Why not take advantage of the fire to get out of her lease?  He wants to live with Kate.  Having separate apartments has always been a little silly, but now…  Having her come here after work, having her things around all the time, not having to make plans to see eachother because this is home to both of them, just feels like the way it’s supposed to be.  It’s definitely the way Sonny wants it to be.

He puts together a killer lasagna and starts it baking.  It’s a good choice because, if she gets home before it’s done, he’ll just take her to bed until it’s ready.  If it’s ready, he can keep it warm until she arrives, and then take her to bed.  The table is set, with candles and some flowers he bought on his way home.  He feels like he’s got dinner in hand, and he feels a little thrill in his stomach waiting for Kate.  He smiles to himself.  He’s not sure exactly what it is about Kate – there are a million things he likes about her – but whatever it is, he’s in love, and nothing’s getting between them this time.

Sonny figures he might as well do some work while the lasagna is baking and Kate’s not home yet.  It doesn’t take long before he’s immersed in what he’s doing, and the timer surprises him when it goes off.  Which means it’s almost seven.  He decides to call Kate, just to see when she’ll be home, but gets her voicemail.  Good.  That means she’s on her way.  He leaves a goofy message, turns the oven down to keep the lasagna warm, and goes back to work.

He’s surprised to finish the work he’s brought home, and even more surprised that it’s eight thirty now.  Huh. She said she expected to be home early. He calls again.  Voicemail again, but he doesn’t leave a message this time. Instead, he calls her desk phone. Maybe she’s doing paperwork. Nope, he gets voicemail again. She doesn’t have a landline at her studio, and he can’t imagine why she’d still be there, even if she had stopped by. Or why she wouldn’t be answering her cell if she was there.

At nine, he calls her numbers again, with the same results, so he decides to try her partner.

“Hey, Hensler, it’s Sonny Carisi.  I’m tryin’ to reach Kate, but she’s not answering.  Is she with you?”

There’s a slight hesitation.  “Nah, bro, I thought she’d be with you by now.  I dropped her off at her place hours ago.  She said she wanted to pick up some stuff and then head to your place.”

Sonny feels a painful surge of adrenaline through his entire torso.  “What time?”

“Musta been about six.  Dropped her right at the door, like I always do.  She said she was going right up.  She hasn’t come home?”

“No.”

“She ever do that?  Just kinda disappear for a while?”

“No. I don’t like this.  You know my assistant kinda has a thing about her, and…”

“Yeah, I heard about the fire.  But the way Kate described her, I got the feeling she’s no match for Kate, even if she did try something.”

“I wouldn’t think so, but this is really not like Kate.  I’m goin’ over to her place.”

“Do that.  And then call me and let me know everything’s OK.”

“Will do.  Thanks.”

Sonny’s already down in the street looking to hail a cab before he hangs up with Tom Hensler.  

At Kate’s, he runs up the stairs two at a time.  The door to her apartment is closed, so he pulls out his key to unlock it, but it isn’t locked.  There are no lights on and, when he turns them on, he sees the little backpack Kate uses instead of a purse, with her keys and her cell phone in it, lying on the floor.

He calls Tom Hensler, already imagining the worst.