#the last hour and a half was just captivating in every sense of the word

[seddair]

Briefly back from my (sort of?) hiatus to say holy shit, Oppenheimer genuinely blew my mind

[ayellowdaylily]

Commander's Needs [NSFW]

» pairing: canon!Hange x afab!Reader » summary: Delivering Levi's paperwork to a certain Commander turns into something you could only dream about. » word count: 3.4k » notes/warnings: smut... p in v, please read my Hange headcanon for this! lots of pet names (dear, darling, good girl, love), Hange has a cock and boobs *Vine boom*, major slow burn » a/n: I had sm fun writing this so I hope you guys enjoy it (first fic on Tumblr so pls be nice T-T) this is also half not edited bc it's 3 am... so uh don't mind it being practically all over the place » song recommendations: Intro: Singularity by BTS » Ao3 link Happy reading ദി(。•̀ ,<)~✩‧₊

Only the sound of the crickets outside the window, as well as the quietness of the night, could be heard from Commander Hange Zoë’s office as they immersed themselves in some rather last-minute paperwork. The oil lamp’s flickering flame reflected off their glasses as they wrote, signed and stamped. 

The soft silence was suddenly broken by the sound of knocks at the Commander’s door, drawing their attention away from the messy paperwork splattered across the desk, to the unexpected raps. It was rather late, why would anyone come knocking, Hange thought as they got up from the chair.

“(Y/N), what are you doing here at this hour?” Exclaimed the Commander as they opened the door to reveal the sudden visitor.

“Oh- so sorry for the late disturbance,” You said with a panicked tone as you glanced nervously at the papers in your hand, guiding them towards the Commander’s direction. “Captain Levi had instructed me to give these to you.”

As Hange sensed your tense posture, they swiftly grabbed the papers from your hands, examining them with an apparent curiosity about their contents.

“No need to worry! So Levi’s got you to do his dirty work this time?” Hange asked jokingly as they leaned against the door frame.

“I was just passing by, I’m guessing I was one of the few still awake at this time. I don’t mind tho.” You replied with a shrug of your shoulders.

Hange removed their weight from the doorframe as they returned to their desk “Now that you’re here, I might as well enjoy the company.” They pulled a chair and patted it. “Come, sit down.” 

With hesitation, you slowly approached the seat and settled yourself beside Hange. The sound of a chair scraping at the floor broke the awkward silence as the Commander scooted themselves closer.

“So, besides being Levi’s mail person, what else do you do?”

You didn’t answer immediately as you gathered your thoughts, holding your tongue before answering.

“I volunteer in the medical bay quite often, if not I'm just your regular old scout.”

Hange took the time to examine you as you spoke, taking in every detail - from your hair to how the soft orange light cast by the oil lamp’s flame reflected in your eyes. You simply looked… captivating. 

“A medic, huh?” Hange finally spoke once they acknowledged they had been silent for too long. “That means you know a thing or two about anatomy, right?”

“I do, I’ve seen and learned lots of things.” You responded quickly as the Commander’s question took you aback.

Hanges eyes surveyed your face, looking for any hint of hesitation, but it wasn’t intimidating, it was… more curious than anything. Moist began covering the palms of your hands as they took their time to answer once more. Quickly, you wiped them on your pants.

“Do you think you could take a look at my neck real quick?”

“Of course! What seems to be the problem Commander?” 

Slowly, Hange’s blouse revealed their shoulders as well as the upper part of their chest while they undid the first few buttons. You felt a soft plush crawl at your cheeks at the sight of Hange’s exposed skin but as the Commander turned around, you observed a swollen part of their skin located on the upper back.

“This spot has been killing me. I don’t know what the hell happened but can you take a look?” Hange said with their back turned, awaiting your medical remarks.

“Well, I think you have a knot in your neck… I’d need to take a closer look to be sure.” You explained softly.

“Do what you must, doctor.” Hange joked.

You gave them a soft hum before reaching out. The contact between your cold hands and the warmth of their body sent jolts up your spine as you touched Hange’s skin, softly touching the tense muscle.

Hanges nerves followed the touch of your fingertips on their back, they leaned into your touch a little, their breath catching in their throat when you started touching them in a not-so-delicate way, contrasting your previous soft touch.

“Have you been stressed recently?”

“Yeah, I’ve been a lot more stressed than usual lately. It’s been a rough few months, with the new position.”

“I wouldn’t doubt it…” You said as you continued to examine their skin with your fingers. “You simply have a muscle knot, you could always let it go away on its own, or I could loosen it a bit to help. But for it to get better in general, you need good nutrition and rest.”

Hange listened intently as you explained, their mind fixated on the way your touch felt on their skin. They nodded in agreement as you suggested to help loosen it slightly, but hearing your last suggestion caused a small chuckle to escape their lips.

“Rest? That’s a good one, I don't think I’ve gotten a good night’s sleep in weeks. I don’t have time for-”

“Commander!” Gripping their shoulders, you turned Hange around to face you. “It’s important for you to get rest. As a matter of fact, as your acting doctor, I want you to go to bed now! The paperwork can wait.” You persisted.

Taken aback by your insistence, Hange simply stared into your eyes. They weren’t used to someone, especially a lower-ranked scout, telling them what to do. The corners of their lips quivered as they fought back the smile threatening to spread across their face.

“You think you can tell me what to do? I have lots of important work to get done tonight.” Hange said with a teasing tone as they folded their arms across their chest. You knew damn well you had absolutely no right to order the Commander around, but you were genuinely concerned for their health.

“Commander, please. It really is important to take care of yourself. No matter how much “important” work you may have.”

The only reaction Hange gave you was a soft chuckle at your persistence. They weren’t used to someone being so headstrong with them, but they secretly found themselves amused by your determination.

“Alright, alright. I’ll rest. I guess you only have my best interest in mind, right?” Hange responded as she shook her head in defeat. 

“You bet, Commander!” You said with a bright smile plastered on your face that Hange couldn’t help but return. There was something about your presence that put them at ease, even though your determined attitude, they were enjoying this little back-and-forth banter.

“You’re feisty, you know that?” Hange exclaimed as they slipped their blouse back onto their shoulders, not bothering to rebutton the top buttons. “I like it” 

A soft blush began covering your cheeks as you ignored their last comment.

“No time for joking around, you need a good night's rest for once.” You said demandingly as Hange held up their hands in surrender with a faint laugh.

“Yes I’m going, I’m going.” They said in a low voice, getting up from their chair with a groan.

“One more thing though…” Hange continued, stopping you in your walk towards the door.

“What is it, Commander?”

Hange remained silent before they stepped closer to you, observing you once more with a curious gaze.

“Is it a part of a doctor’s job to also ensure the patient they’re checking on… enjoys the experience?” Their voice dropped to a lower, more intense tone as they asked you. Their gaze fixed so intensely into you.

Your words came out with a stutter as Hange loomed over you, their imposing presence slightly intimidating you. “O-our patients' experience is the most important part of the job.”

The Commander smirked at your stammered response. They could tell they were making you seemingly nervous, but your reaction only fueled their enjoyment and encouraged them to push further.

“Is that so” Hange taunted under their breath as they closed the small gap between you two, their strides bringing them overwhelming close, forcing your body to make contact with their office door. They raised a hand and delicately caressed your cheek while slowly tracing the outline of your face tenderly, their touch sending pleasurable shocks through your body. Faced with the Commander's unexpected boldness, you only stood frozen in shock, unable to react any other way. A soft snicker escaped Hange’s lips as they watched your flustered face and nervous stature. With their soft fingertips still tracing your face, they pushed away a loose strand of your hair behind your ear.

“You’re awfully red… aren’t you, my darling?” They murmured into your ear. Shivers were sent down your spine as their soft breath tickled your ear. The comforting warmth of Hange’s touch disappeared from your face, their hand slowly continuing its path along your body before it came to a stop at your waist, trapping it in an intimate embrace. To your surprise, your body reacted strangely to the Commander's intimate touch, the warmth of their hand against your skin sent sparks of anticipation down your spine, brewing a heat deep within you that you couldn't explain nor ignore. A smile slowly crept to Hange's lips as they felt your body tensing up to their tender touch. The Commander continued to revel in the effect they had on you, the hand resting at your waist travelled higher, their fingers dancing across your bare skin, tracing patterns that sent tremors of pleasure through your body. You couldn’t help but look down as your cheeks flushed in embarrassment and trepidation at their touch. The anticipation in you grew stronger and stronger.

“You’re terribly quiet, darling… speak up.” Their hot breath tingled against the crook of your neck as Hange whispered, the hand that was once simply resting by their side now forcing your chin upwards.

“Commander…” You muttered as their touch sent sparks of anticipation down to your core. Hange’s grin widened at the sound of your frailed whisper, fueling the desire boiling inside of them.

 “Call me Hange, dear.” Their lips ghosted against the line of your jaw, drawing you closer. The soft, velvety touch of their lips sent subtle shivers of pleasure rippling down your body, the tender caress was an inevitable invitation to your anticipation. 

“Coma- Hange” You whispered. With a hum of satisfaction escaping Hange’s throat, the sound of their name coming from your lips fueled their enjoyment.

“Ah, that's better. I like the way it sounds when you say it like that.” They continued to pepper your jaw with soft, tender kisses, their lingering breath hot and warm against your skin. Hange’s hand, which had journeyed to your stomach, slowly trailed downwards, the tips of their fingers tracing a torturous path along the hem of your pants, creating a delicious tension that left you yearning for more. Leaning even closer, now bodies fully pressed onto each other, Hange’s face left your jaw and brought their lips to your ear.

“You’re struggling to keep it together, aren’t you?”

The Commander couldn’t help but grin a little wider at the soft serenade of you moaning their name. It was such a sweet sound, yet it sent such terrible images through Hange’s mind. Pulling their head back slightly, just enough to view how much of a wreck they had created.

And there you were, Hange’s eyes darkened, taking in your flustered state. With a small smirk appearing on their lips, they permitted their hand to venture further down your body, delving under the waistband of your pants to trace the edge of your underwear teasingly. Such close contact near your core sent jolts of excitement through you. You felt yourself becoming wetter as Hange’s explorations became bolder. Your eyes were drawn to Hange’s lips as if magnetized, you felt the longing hunger grow inside you as you remained powerless. The Commander's gaze bore onto you more intently, noticing the way your body trembled as their hand discovered newer parts of your soft, lush skin. They couldn’t help but flicker their gaze down to your lips for a brief moment before returning to your eyes, boring the same eagerness as their own. 

“Hange.. Please” You muttered quietly, you couldn’t wait any longer, the delirious tension had taken your mind by force. 

“Please what, darling?”

“Touch me, please…”

It was as if a string had broken, releasing a rush of need inside of them. 

Hange didn’t hesitate for a moment before allowing their hand to venture downwards towards your core, their fingertips finding your sensitive clit through the thin barrier of your underwear.

In response, you simply let out a soft moan of their name. Relieving, that’s how it felt. Darkness overtook your vision as you closed your eyes, letting the sensation of Hange’s fingertips caressing your sensitive core overtake you. 

“Keep your eyes on me.” With a forceful hand, the Commander took your chin and tilted it upwards. You obeyed their command, letting your eyes bore into theirs, but, you needed more, you needed them.

“Good girl” They whispered, their voice soft and intimate as they leaned forward, gently resting their forehead on yours. The closeness intensified the moment, their words filling the air between you like a shared secret only for the two of you. Your core became needy. You couldn’t stop yourself from lifting one of your legs, wrapping it around the Commander’s hips, bringing them even closer than before. 

“More… Please, more.” You muttered under your breath, begging Hange to feed your core’s hungriness. Oh, how your sweet begging and your desperate moans drove them wild; the Commander was more than happy to comply with your request. Their movement was painfully slow as they pushed the delicate fabric of your underwear to the side, finally letting their fingers come into contact with your bare skin. Hange teased you ever so slightly as they dragged their fingers down your slit, covering them in your slick. 

And before you knew it, a finger entered your needy core.

“Is this what you wanted, my dear?” The Commander’s breath tickled your ear as they whispered, their finger thrusting into you. You could only gasp at the sensation, bringing your hands up from their idle position to venture into Hange’s messy hair, tugging and combing through it. It was Hange’s turn to let out a soft moan at the sensation, your touch sending sparks down their spine.

“The way you’re sucking me in, it’s driving me crazy.” They whispered, their voice raspy with desire. An empowering rush of confidence overtook you as you allowed your hand to trail down Hange’s body, slowly moving until coming to a halt at the bulge of their pants. The bold move sent a thrill through you, the touch of your hand against their evident arousal filled you with a sense of excitement. The Commander let out a gasp as they felt your hand press against their core, the unexpected feeling ignited a sudden wave of heat and desire that coursed through their body. The intimate touch sent a shockwave of sensations around their body, their body responding instinctively to your caress by leaning into your touch, they felt every ounce of restraint slipping away. 

Hange moaned your name as their eyes darkened, not being able to hold back, they entrapped your lips into a searing, messy kiss while adding a digit inside of you. It was sloppy, yet you were trying to memorize the feeling of Hange’s lips on yours. The warmth of the hand that was once softly caressing the skin of your jaw now left it unattended, while suddenly entrapping both of your hands together. Without warning, the feeling of Hange’s fingers inside of you disappeared. You whined in protest.

“Shush darling, let’s get to the good part, shall we?” 

The sound of your ruffling blouse could be heard as the Commander unbuttoned it impatiently, all while leaving scattered kisses across your neck. Finally free from the confinement, your arms wrapped around Hange’s neck as they ventured lower, continuing with lingering kisses down your body. Hange hummed ever so slightly into every kiss. With a swift move, they hoisted your legs onto their shoulders and brought you off the ground. Their hands under your thighs, they held you securely against them while guiding you towards the bed. Your back made contact with the plush blanket as Hange gently put you down, their lips trailing up to yours to meet in a tongued kiss. The Commander’s lips were now seared into your memory, their tongue dancing with yours. You let yourself sink into the mattress as Hange unbuttoned your pants, leaving your covered core in the air. You bucked your hips as they pushed their knee to your sensitive area, grinding yourself onto it to get the least bit of pleasure. Admiring the view, Hange swiftly undid the last buttons of their blouse before tossing it with the rest of the discarded clothes on the floor. The warmth of their hands returned to your body as they ever-so-slightly lifted your back off of the bed to unclasp your bra, revealing your breasts. Your hands covered your sensitive buds as the cold air hit them before being pried away. 

“Don’t be shy, love, we’re already past the point of no return,” The Commander whispered greedily. Before you knew it, Hange’s mouth was latched onto one of your breasts, sucking and twisting your bud with their tongue as their hands worked around your panties, slipping them off of you while you were too exhilarated from the new sensation. 

Your eyes trailed Hange’s now naked body when they finally removed their garments, revealing their pretty bust and their needy cock that leaked precum. Joining you on the bed, Hange gently lifted your leg, their lips began a soft trail of pecks up your body until you were face to face. Honey-brown eyes bore into yours, searching for hesitation.

“Are you sure, my love?”

“This isn’t very professional,” You said in a teasing tone before instantly regretting your choice of words.

“To hell with professionalism.” They muttered in a ragged voice before entering you without warning. Your pussy sucked in Hange’s cock as if it was built just for them. Soft moans of your name left their lips at the sensation. Each one of their thrust made their cock explore a new cove of your core, making your hips buck every time. Your hands cramped up as you gripped the sheets before you tangled them into Hange’s dishevelled hair. You hadn’t expected the Commander to fuck as if possessed, their thrusts were rough yet relieving to your neediness. Sweet nothings kept spewing out of their mouth as you moaned; you could barely hear yourself over the sound of your skin slapping.

“So good, so good,” Hange muttered frantically as they buried their face in the crook of your neck, the feeling of their breath tickling your skin added to the many sensations you were feeling. It was almost overwhelming. Hands now holding onto their back, you clung onto them, nails digging ever so slightly into their skin. The Commander's soft grunts kept resonating in your ears.

Your walls began clenching around Hange’s cock, your breath becoming more and more ragged. Each trust sent waves of pleasure through you, you couldn’t get enough. 

“Fuck, I needed you so badly.” They mumbled as their elbows came to rest beside your head. “You look so pretty, getting fucked like this, my dear” 

You let out a lewd moan as Hange’s thrusts became rougher, you could tell by how their cock quivered inside of you that they were close. With a limp move of the hand, the Commander brought your legs to their waist. You held them tight with your wrapped legs, letting their cock access you deeper. Each thrust, groan, and squeeze threatened to push you over the deep end. Hange overtook you, you let it happen.

“Inside me, please… Hange,” You said in multiple breaths as your walls began quivering around their member. They gasped loudly at the sensation while letting out a cuss.

Stumbling over your breaths, you became undone on the Commander’s cock. Legs quivering and nails digging into their skin, you moaned Hange’s name over and over again as they fucked you through your high before they plunged deep inside of you for their last thrust, filling you up with their cum. 

Slowly, Hange slipped out of you, a gasp escaping your lips.

A smirk appeared as their eyes examined your now fucked-out body, as well as the soft white that escaped your hole, spilling onto the sheets. Hange was admiring their work of art.

With a lingering kiss on your temple, the Commander let their body fall beside you with a squeak of the bed. “Let’s get some sleep now, my dear,” 

“You’re such an idiot,” You chuckled before snuggling into their arm tiredly. 

[ghostchems]

bad idea right? - raphael x f!tav (part three)

you set foot into raphael's kingdom without a chaperone to retrieve the hammer he's promised you.

author's note: read part one/two. sorry for taking so long with the next installment. 4.2k words! there's lots in here. haarlep makes an appearance (of course). cunnilingus, face sitting, blowjob, rough sex, overstimulation. ao3 link.

You only caught a glimpse of the House of Hope when Raphael whisked you away during your first meeting but now you’ve nearly been through it top bottom. Yes, he told you to come here and go straight to the boudoir to retrieve the Orphic Hammer but were you really going to give up the opportunity to go through all his stuff? Of course not.

His house floats in the desolate hellscape of Avernus, yet he has no allegiance to Zariel as far as you’re aware. It’s moody and dramatic, two key adjectives for Raphael himself. The archive is overflowing with infernal knowledge, bookshelves from floor to ceiling and his prized possessions on display as if it’s a museum. The dining room is just as grand as you remembered it but with a hint of unease due to the rotting food. He knew he was having company - shouldn’t he have at least cleaned up? You attention is pulled from statues of devils to portraits of himself to the grapes and wine and hookahs seemingly strategically left throughout the house. You fine yourself drawn to the many balconies that oversees the green souls keeping the house afloat. You wonder what would happen if you fell. Will your soul be dammed? Will your bones turn to ash? Will you shed your human body and be stripped down to the delicious soul you are?

You may have learned more about Raphael in the last half hour than all of your other meetings combined. Much to your companions ire, you’ve stopped to speak to every single debtor. They’re broken. Broken souls worn down to the very essence of their being, cursed to toil away in eternity in Raphael’s House of Hope. Something about it… tickles you. He’s been nothing more than “helpful” since you’ve met him, sure the threats have always been there, but seeing what he is actually capable of with your own two eyes makes you remember what he is. A devil. A cambion, specifically. He could turn you inside out with the snap of his finger. But he doesn’t. He’s touched you instead, slithered his way between your legs just as the tadpole has wormed into your brain. Does he see you as a formidable ally? Or another plaything to break down? You wonder if Raphael has already started on you — if this is apart of your deal, scribbled in infernal (a language you can’t read) on your contract.

The thought makes you shiver. It makes you want him all over again. Even if he hasn’t started trying to wear you down… you hope he’ll try.

Speaking of Hope. You didn’t know what to expect when he gave you the order to steer clear but it certainly wasn’t a dwarven cleric being held captive in his basement. She accosted you the moment you set foot into her home, begging you to help her. You smiled and told her you would, the hero that you are. It was a lie, of course. She is desperate and broken but she still clings to her namesake. You can understand why Raphael would keep her — she rebukes his every advance and won’t give up her optimism. She believes she can be saved, and maybe she’s right but your hands are tied. Still, the thought of him having her here to continue to torture when he could be focusing that energy on you. You decide to at least bring it up to him the next time you see him, which has yet to be “scheduled”. Part of you wants him to be waiting for you in the boudoir, hammer and a glass of wine in hand.

“For all the sense of dread and horror seeping through this place I really feel quite at home.” Astarion chirps, tearing you away from your thoughts in an effort to get you back to the task at hand. He’s far more understanding than the others and at this point you’re not sure what you would do without him. You offer him a small smile and start to lead your merry group of companions to the boudoir. A crowd, certainly. But this should be easy — pop in, take the hammer which is the salvation for all of Faerūn and then have a pint at Elfsong (and maybe a visit from a certain devil later that evening).

The boudoir is expansive and you can see why it is held in such high esteem by the debtors. There’s a large, steaming bath surrounded by more grapes and wine. You fight off the urge to dip a toe in. There are several desks with journals, quills, books all stacked on top and large canvas paintings of hellish scenes and dark portraits. If these walls could talk…

You see sparks out of the corner of your eye, your head twisting to see an empty space where you companions once stood behind you. A trap. This is a trap. Your chest tightens and you swear to yourself, you should have known something wasn’t right. Anger boils within you and a readiness rises to swing your blade at the next living, breathing thing that comes into your eye line. You keep your hand firm on the handle of your sword and move deeper into the spacious room. Are you a fool to have fallen for Raphael’s trickery? Or is he really that good? Even in the face of potential betrayal,

“Raphael?!” You are bewildered, mouth agape and eyebrows furrowed. The devil gives a delighted laugh as he slinks to his knees, his wings stretching out behind him. You blink a few times, overwhelmed just by the sight of him — displayed in all his glory in a leather harness, even though you are sure this is some sort of trick. The second he opened his mouth, you knew. You suck in a deep breath, steeling yourself to focus.

“No, no, love… has he not told you about me?” Haarlep bares his fangs in a sinister smile, creeping closer to you at the edge of the bed. His tail slithers back and forth behind him, dangerous yet playful. You open your mouth to respond but he cuts you off — “I’ve heard quite a bit about you, mouse.” Warmth blossoms in your chest. He talks about you? Haarlep swings his legs over the edge of the bed and lifts himself to his feet, his body becoming the only thing you could possibly focus on. He lingers in front of you and eyes you as if you are a delicious meal, his tongue wetting his lips and a low hum rumbling from his chest. “A pretty little toy, aren’t you?”

“I… no, he hasn’t told me about you.” Confusion. Utter confusion. And, is it… is it hot in here? You’re sweating — you can feel it on your brow. “I’m here for the hammer.” Back to business. “We made a deal and he said it would be here.” Your voice strains, a mix of frustration and being so completely lost in the situation.

“A shame.” Haarlep purrs and leans in closer, leering over you with a sharp smile. “I am not too surprised though — how does one bring up having their own personal incubus who takes their form in casual conversation?” A claw runs along your jaw, the tip of his nail giving you goosebumps. From your adventure in Raphael’s house, it was easy to come to the conclusion that he has a plethora of kinks but this — this is something else. “You’re here for the hammer, that is correct, my dear, but you are also here to play.” His tail starts to slink up your leg and warmth starts to pool in your core.

“B-but Raphael —”

“You have his permission, mouse. And, fun fact about me using Raphael’s likeness — he’ll be able to feel everything we do. He’s expecting it, in fact, and I’m sure he’s looking forward to it.” Haarlep’s claw closes around your chin and forces you to gaze into his familiar burning eyes. Black holes. You feel their pull. “Perhaps he is conducting business right now — could you imagine? Him trying to make a deal while being able to taste you on his lips?” A jolt of arousal rushes through you, bringing a blush to your cheeks. Haarlep’s lips twitch into a devilish grin as you fall right into his grasp. The image he’s painted for you is beyond tempting; having Raphael be helpless to your touch while he’s off doing his devilish duties, desperate to conceal his erection. And, well, you have his permission, don’t you?

Haarlep lets go of your chin and swishes by you, his warm bicep brushing your shoulder and his tail flicking against your ankle. Your eyes trail after him, catching a glimpse of his toned back and his wing joints, veins bulging from the taut skin. You wonder if Raphael’s looks the same. It dawns on you that you haven’t seen much of his skin, in fact, you haven’t even seen his cock yet despite him spilling his seed inside you. You swallow thickly and take a step back, the backs of your knees hitting the foot of the bed.

“Cat got your tongue, mouse?” Haarlep moves in closer to you, the heat radiating off his body making your chest flush.

“No.” You answer sharply before slowly sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning back on your palms and spreading your legs wide. His eyes rake over your figure, tilting his head to get a better look at you. You say nothing but Haarlep understands and sinks to his knees in front of you with his head settling at eye level. A hand rests on his chest, coarse hairs underneath your fingertips as you start to wander lower. Haarlep’s arms curl around your back, the tip of his nose just about touching yours as his body makes your legs spread even more. The heat between you is palpable and only continues to grow while you start to stroke at the ridges along his hips. It’s unusual for Haarlep to get this sort of attention, from both guests of the House and Raphael himself.

“You do not deserve to call such a man ‘Master’.” He can’t help it, locking eyes with yours. His words sting but the feeling is quickly washed away by his tongue slipping into your mouth. The breath leaves your lungs, sinking into the hellfire that is Haarlep. Nothing matters but how he tastes you in a deep kiss, his claws pricking at delicate skin beneath your sleeves. You top is gone in a matter of seconds and whether your helped him take it off of you or it disappeared with magic is beyond your at this point. All you want to do is feel. He breaks the kiss and brushes his lips along your jaw, his teeth nipping right where it meets your earlobe. You pull him closer by his harness until he is flush against you. Haarlep trails kisses further down your neck and your collarbone, sucking and biting enough to draw gasps and hums from you. He gently guides you to lay down on your back, his entire body enveloping you until he starts to move his mouth lower and lower.

Each kiss is like an explosion of sensations along your skin, buzzing and burning yet feeling so deliciously blissed out. You’re melting into the mattress, melting into him, each touch of his taking more and more of you. He leaves a trail of goosebumps in his wake, his mouth then closing around your nipple. His tongue flutters around your hardened peak, making you tip your head back as you give a breathy moan. His hands are somehow everywhere all at once; Fingers feather through his hair and then settle at the base of his horns while he continues his descent. You feel him mouth around your navel with light scrapes of his teeth, his hands slinking down to tug at your pants. He takes his time, pulling them down inch by inch, lavishing kisses across your hip bones. You wriggle out of your pants, growing impatient but not wanting to order him.

Haarlep tongue lazily traces your clit and a ragged gasp escapes your lips, a jolt of pleasure rocketing through you. He laps at your slick folds, groaning at the taste of you and presses his face into you, his nose settling just at your clit. Your grip on his hair tightens and you can’t stop yourself from giving it a sharp tug as you squirm and huff. His claws curl around your thighs, the tips of them digging into the tender flesh of your inner thighs. You’re seeing stars, his tongue pressing into you so deeply while he grunts and laps at your juices. Your back arches off the mattress, your mouth hanging open and spilling hoarse moans. It’s devastatingly sensuous, your temperature rising to a comfortable simmer as your mind starts to clear. This could be forever, couldn’t it? You could stay here with Haarlep’s head between your thighs, devouring you until nothing else matters.

Your hands close around two of his horns and your hips start to roll, tugging him with each of your fluid movements. He growls into your cunt, making your thigh and core muscles tense, a deep groan falling from your lips. You’re so far gone yet so close to the edge, his tongue laving at your core as his claws dig even dipper into your thighs. The fire in your abdomen is raging, overwhelming you almost to the point of no return with soft moans turning to deep whines. You hear a rumbling groan, one too deep to be Haarlep’s, just as your dam bursts. Your eyes flutter open and you see him — Raphael — in cambion form with his navy blue doublet and a smug expression on his face. A broken sob heaves from your chest, Haarlep savoring the taste of your cum.

“Enjoying the amenities, are we?” Oh, he sounds so pleased with himself. If you had any energy you would mouth off but all you’re able to muster is a dramatic eye roll. Raphael slinks out of view, the bed dipping behind your from his weight. He had planned for this, the bastard. Your mouth is still slack and your heart is still pounding, trying to come down from an impossible high when Haarlep grips you by the hips and flips you over, your chin nearly landing in Raphael’s lap. He grabs you, his claw nearly clasped around your entire head and lifts you so that you’re looking up at him, though he makes sure you’re able to get a nice view of how hard he is through his trousers. “You taste sweet, little mouse. It’s only fair that you taste me after how wound up you’ve got me. Allow me to assist in getting you started.” His voice is dangerously low, glee in his fiery eyes as he unlaces his trousers, freeing his leaking cock**.**

It renders you speechless, larger than any cock you’ve seen before and it’s ribbed, a pearl of pre-cum already collecting at the top. Your jaw drops and Raphael takes this as an opportunity, forcing your mouth around him and guides you down his length. You groan as soon as you taste him, his cock heavy on your tongue as you run it along the underside, feeling every bulging vein. He’s so large that you drool and gag once he hits the back of your throat, swallowing and trying to breath comfortably. Haarlep is lurking behind you but you’re too focused at the task at hand to notice — until it’s too late. He positions his head between your legs, this time underneath you, his horns flush with your stomach, hands digging into your ass as his tongue savors your folds.

A moan of surprise rumbles up your throat and your head wrenches backward. Raphael’s grip on your head tightens and forces you back down his length with a violent tug. You’re eyes are watering and you struggle to breathe with his pulsing cock shoved down your throat while Haarlep toys with your clit, pinching it between his fangs and flicking his pointed tongue. Raphael bucks his hips into your mouth, fucking your face as he growls with need. You whimper around him, your vision blurring further from the tears in your eyes and the building tension in your core. You feel helpless, used. It’s the first time with Raphael you’ve felt you didn’t have the upper hand, or at least a cool head. The devils have reduced you to a mewling mess, a toy for them to play with. You mindlessly grind you hips against Haarlep’s face and he groans into you, his nose pressing firmly into your clit. A choked sob falls from your lips, your fingers digging into the sheets and your skin buzzing.

“Your lips are so pretty around my cock, mouse.” Raphael croons and tilts your head up so he can see you. Your cheeks are flushed and streaked in tears, your lips swollen and eyes half-lidded. He would paint you if he wasn’t so preoccupied by that mouth of yours. Hmm, perhaps he could paint your face. His claws dig into the sides of your head as he pulls you off of his cock, his other hand giving himself a few strong pumps before spilling his seed on your face. You’re panting, gasping for air as you sink forward, your cheek landing on the soft sheets. Raphael lifts himself off the bed but you’re too tired to lift your head to watch him, instead focusing on steadying your breath.

“You’ve had your fill.” He sneers and pulls Haarlep out from underneath you who gives a frustrated snarl. There’s some bickering but you’re too overstimulated to listen. After a moment Raphael’s claws settle on your waist with a low hum. He says nothing as he drags his cock along your dripping folds and you give a sharp whine, scrambling to adjust yourself. Your hips press back into him, sinking himself deep inside you with a calculated thrust. Primal lust explodes and courses through your body as you give a broken sob, your legs trembling and your core tensing while you ease his size. One large claw rests on the side of your head, nearly covering your eyes with his long fingers, and he clamps down on you, your face smushed against the mattress. His hips buck wildly against your ass, his pace brutal and punishing but you are basking in it, pushing back into each of his thrusts.

You feel his devilish strength, each roll of his hips sending you forward, your face buried in the covers as you cry and whine in twisted pleasure. Raphael has you laid bare. You’re nothing but a hole to him right now, a means to get him off just as he uses Haarlep. But there’s something about it that sends shivers down your spine: the possessiveness of it all. His claw is splayed out over your head, his other one digging harshly into your hip, slicing your flesh and making you bleed. The only thing on his mind is having you, having you in his true form, exerting his strength over you until you’re a quivering mess. He wants to fill you. Raphael hikes your ass up even higher and fucks into you, the new angle making your toes curl. You moan his name and he gives a pleased purr, driving into you quicker and harder.

You body feels as though it splits apart, overcome with your white hot climax. He rest his entire body weight on you now, crushing you beneath him as he buries himself deep inside you, over and over. His hot breath fills your ear, sharp and strained. You’re shivering, tears staining the sheets. Raphael utters one last hiss, teeth grazing your ear as he spills himself inside you, his hips slowing with each pulse of his cock. He’s on top of you until he’s spent, his nose nuzzling into your hair.

You can’t feel your limbs. Your body is trembling, your voice hoarse in your throat as you manage a weak protest. Raphael has you on your back in the blink of an eye, his tail slithering up your hips while he slots himself between your legs, using his knees to spread them further. His board is hard against yours, his clothes having disappeared. Your breath catches in his throat at the pressure of the top of his hard cock against your entrance. Surely you couldn’t take any more of this? You feel like you are about to melt away physically and mentally, your body limp and your brain fogged from the intense overstimulation. Raphael’s massive claws close around both your wrists, pinning them to the bed as his forearms cage you beneath him. The edge in his fiery eyes has softened and his nose drifts along your cheek, taking a deep inhale of your scent.

“A delicate little thing, aren’t you, sweetling?” He growls into your ear, his mouth hot and his sharp teeth pricking your skin. You open your mouth to answer but Raphael shifts his hips forward, the head of his ridged cock easily slipping inside you, the words getting caught in your throat. He hums against your ear and then drags his sharp tongue down the side of your neck. Your eyes roll back, squeezing them shut as he gives a languid thrust and pushes in to the hilt, a loud gasp forcing its way up your throat. Arms slip around his broad shoulders, body arching into his and you feel yourself start to disappear. Raphael lifts his head and hovers his mouth above yours. A groan vibrates up his chest to his throat, his lips parted as he continues at a lazy pace. He can’t get enough of your reactions, your cheeks flushed a delicious shade of pink, your lips swollen from how he fucked your face earlier and those sweet, breathless sounds that are spilling from them.

This is a stark contrast from how he had just taken you, his hips circling in slow, sensual movements that has your core twisting in arousal despite your exhaustion. His own deep moans send current after current through you, reigniting your passion and need for him. You bring your hips up to meet his with each thrust and he bares his teeth as your writhing grows more fluid. Raphael releases your wrists so that he can drag one of his sharp claws down your collarbone and along your side, leaving scratch marks. You move your hand to his hair and you realize this is the first time he’s been comfortably within grasp. Self control out the window, you touch his pointed and then bravely run your fingertips over his horns. Despite looking rugged and razor-sharp they’re smooth beneath your fingers. You wrap your hand around one of them and give it a gentle tug.

“Mouse.” The word is strained, sounding like a warning or potentially a challenge. You take the gamble and pull on his horn again. Raphael shudders, an uncontrolled moan spilling from his lips. His mouth drops open, lips curled into a blissful smile. You hum in response, feeling a deep flush in your chest from his reaction. His eyes sharpen as the feeling passes, slowing his thrusts and silence falling between you. Your breath catches in your throat, tension in your chest, your mind hurdling a million miles an hour suddenly because you feel like you’re in trouble. Raphael slowly moves his claw to curl underneath your chin, eyes locking with his. He groans, his entire body rumbling against you and leans in, capturing your lips. It’s shockingly gentle, passionate that only increases with his need to consume you. His hips jerk, tail wrapping tightly around your leg only to peel you further apart as he picks up his thrusts again. Your tongue runs along his sharp fangs and he purrs into your mouth, biting down on your tongue and lip playfully.

You’re all too aware of the way he throbs inside you, his ridges massaging your walls in a way that makes you see stars. Raphael’s growling grows deeper, vibrating through him as his pace starts to grow ragged, frantic and out of time. He gives a strangled hiss into your mouth, his body shuddering while he empties himself inside you. You’re already so full that it seeps down the insides of your thighs. Raphael breaks the kiss and presses his nose to your flushed cheek, catching his breath.

“I won’t stop. Not ever. Not until I own you completely.” A hot whisper of the clearest words he’s ever spoken to you. You sink further into the mattress, melting away as he rises over you, his red wings ruffling behind him. His obsession with you is written all over his face, his eyes taking in every part of your exhausted body, plotting more ways to keep you in his bed. He cracks his neck and his expression hardens in an effort to get back to the business at hand, though you feel one of his hands stroke at your arm.

“Rest now, mouse.”

Comfortable darkness envelopes you.

[honeyxbee]

The Taste of Fear

Feitan x fem!reader

Day 13 ― Sadism TW: NSFW, noncon, graphic violence, cutting/stabbing, kidnapping, captive reader, blood, sadism, restraints, implied torture, sexual torture, overstimulation, threats of starvation, humiliation words: 1010

You're going to die.

It's an uncomfortable realization you have upon waking up in a freezing basement, your body securely bound to a wooden chair. You don't even have to see your captors; you already know.

You're going to die.

The sound of a heavy door swinging open breaks the silence of the room, your eyes immediately landing on the man who just walked in. He's not very big ― it wouldn't typically be intimidating, but the cold look in his eyes sends an involuntary shiver down your spine. The knife in his hand doesn't help.

"Pretty girl awake," he says almost casually as he approaches you, his eyes scanning your body. "What's name?"

Perhaps a part of you knew this was going to happen, eventually. Your boss warned you before you agreed to this assignment. That hunting down the Phantom Troupe was most likely a death sentence. You waved off his words, then. You were confident in yourself, sure that you'd be the one to finally make these awful people pay for all the people they've hurt.

You don't feel so confident right now. You keep your mouth clamped shut, afraid that any attempt to speak would just end in sobs. You try to look braver than you feel. You maintain eye contact with him and hope he doesn't notice how badly you're trembling.

He snickers, and you immediately know that he does. "Ah..brave girl, huh?" he muses as he approaches you, crouching in front of you. He slowly trails the tip of the knife down your cheek, making you shiver. "No speak? Brave, terrified girl won't say name?" He pauses for a moment to give you time to answer, but when your lips remain clamped shut, he sighs.

"We begin now."

You barely have time to register his words before the knife is digging into your thigh. A small gasp of pain escapes your lips, your body instinctively trying to jerk away, but your binds keep you firmly in place. "What's wrong, girl?" Feitan snickers, pushing the knife deeper into your skin. "Not having fun?"

You grit your teeth, doing everything in your power not to give him the satisfaction of watching you cry out in pain. "F-Fuck you," you manage to force out, making his eyes glimmer in amusement.

"Ah, you funny girl. Very brave.." he muses as he tugs the knife away. You suck in a deep breath, and then he forces the blade into your other thigh, making you scream out. "..though not so smart." You whimper in pain when he pulls the knife out of your skin, and he seems to only get more excited when he notices your body is already beginning to heal itself. "Girl knows nen?"

He wipes off his bloody knife on your clothes and takes a step back, slowly beginning to pace. You can only watch him warily as his eyes never leave your face. "If girl knows nen...need change tactics," he mutters as he gives you one last glance before walking out, leaving you alone in the basement once again. Something tells you this new tactic is going to be much worse.

He visits you every day for the next week. He doesn't say anything, doesn't hurt you again ― he drags a chair over, sits in front of you and just..stares. It doesn't make any sense, you think. You don't understand why he hasn't killed you. But you keep the question to yourself, figuring it's better not to ask. When he visits on the eighth day with an almost pleasant expression, you immediately feel uneasy, though you're not sure why at first.

You figure out why soon enough.

"This more effective for girl," Feitan says aloud as he sits across from you, watching your body desperately writhe against the vibrator he's been holding against your clit for the last hour and a half. His hand is already soaked from how much you've cum, the quiet buzzing of the vibrator lost in between your cries and the obscene wetness.

"Please, no more," you sob out. It just hurts; the pleasure has long faded into the throbbing pain of your clit being rubbed raw and swollen by the toy. But he's given you no sign that he's going to stop anytime soon, and it's obvious he has no plans to based on the subtle excitement in his eyes and the evident hard-on in his jeans.

No, he's enjoying this.

"Fascinating. Girl is so wet," he comments as he presses two of his long fingers against your twitching cunt, studying just how quickly his fingers are drenched. "Is enjoying this."

You shake your head in protest. You want to scream that you're not enjoying this at all. To beg him to just stop, that you'll tell him anything he wants to know. But it's hard to form words right now. Another broken sob escapes your lips as an orgasm washes over you for the umpteenth time.

Feitan just watches as you cum, not letting off on the vibrator. "You are. Girl's clit is sensitive..girl making a mess," he snickers. You've never been more humiliated in your life, yet you have no choice but to endure your body failing you over and over again.

Feitan is quiet for a few seconds before speaking again. "I bring someone else here later. Need torture them, so I bring girl upstairs to room. If girl fights me, no food for another week."

It's strange that such words can bring you both hope and dread.

Hope, because the threat is him continuing to starve you, which means he does plan on feeding you sometime soon. That's good, at least, you remind yourself. He hasn't fed you since he brought you here; you're starving.

Yet the fear of what's to come doesn't fade; if anything, it only grows. Because it means he plans on keeping you alive for a while longer; that this isn't close to ending, after all. He doesn't intend on killing you anytime soon.

A part of you is afraid he never will.

[eureka-its-zico]

Commitment Part 2

Summary: After finding out the truth about who Jungkook really is, your world - and everything you thought you knew - comes crashing down. Do you begin to give in to your new captive situation, or do you continue to fight? The choices no longer seem so easy when you feel betrayed by the one you love…

A/N: Let’s be real: I bet a lot of you never thought there would be a second part to this (its a far assumption). But I’ve decide to make this a small series, maybe two or three more parts. I hope that this chapter feels worth the wait, and I hope it makes you excited for things to come. As always, thank you for stopping by, for reading, and hopefully, enjoying my work. Much love, Jenn.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Word Count: 7k

Genre: Mafia!Jungkook, Detective Reader, enemies to lovers, lovers to enemies, mutual pining

Warnings: mentions of violence, sexual content (its smut, y’all), graphic violence, slight dom behavior, fingering, cunnalingus, almost p in v.

Previous

If it wasn’t for the searing pain that exploded behind your eyes you could’ve sworn - for a brief moment - that you were home. Safe at home in bed beside Jungkook, who was currently running his fingers softly through your hair. If he wasn’t peppering your jawline with kisses to wake you he was most definitely running his fingers through your hair. 

You’d come to expect it. Your body responded in kind by nuzzling up beside him and claiming his lips with your own. 

Morning breath be damned. 

Unfortunately, it didn’t take your body long to remind you that the bed you were lying in didn’t belong to you. The pain pulsating inside your skull wasn’t just a killer migraine. God - you wanted to believe it was a bad dream and that you’d open your eyes and find yourself nestled against Jungkook’s chest with fresh coffee waiting for you on your nightstand. 

The dried blood crusted somewhere in your hair and swollen lip reminded you that you weren’t that lucky. The only real thing you knew for sure was that Jungkook was in the room with you.

How did you know this? While you weren’t in your shared bed, sunlight drifting through the curtains to remind you it was time to start the day, you could feel fingers playing carefully through your hair. The pattern his fingers took, the way he gently moved through each strand to make sure his fingers didn’t catch it - pull it out of place - was something specifically Jungkook. 

Now, Jungkook was taking even more care not to hurt you. His fingers moved achingly, slowly, through your hair making sure to avoid the throbbing wound. 

You wanted to pull away from him. To open your eyes and scream at him while smashing your fists into his chests. You wanted answers - needed them to clear your conscience that what happened back at the station wasn’t your fault. 

You wanted to hear him say he wasn’t the devil and you weren’t the fool. 

But you couldn’t face him. Sure. You were filled with rage from being deceived, but had he really deceived you? Or had you simply deceived yourself? 

All the red flags were there that his story didn’t make sense. The odd hours. The mysterious phone calls that sent him racing for the door half-dressed with promises to return. When he did come back, he wouldn’t let you touch him - come close to him - until after he showered. He’d ask simple questions over morning coffee about cases that you weren’t sure you’d ever talked to him about. 

All the red flags were flown in your face, and you chose to overlook every single one for a handsome face and great dick. It wasn’t just that, was it? No. Somewhere along the line you both became too entangled; tethered to the same cord that strangled you both. 

Maybe that’s why when he cupped your cheek your body instantly turned into him. You hated him - loved him - were hopelessly devoted to him all at the same time. All those emotions would tear you to pieces as surely as your rage would. 

“Kitten - I know you’ve been awake for the last five minutes. Look at me.” 

“Oh, I’ll look at you, alright,” you snarled. 

You allowed all that anger - your brimming hatred - to burn in your gut. It gave you enough courage to do something either incredibly brave or plain stupid. You opened your eyes just enough to meet his gaze before your teeth sunk down into the soft flesh of his palm. 

In a split second, the love that blossomed in his eyes as you looked at him wilted and replaced itself with a lightening of rage. Jungkook tried to shake his hand loose from between your teeth but it caused you to bite down harder. Never once did he yell or sound out his pain. It should’ve warned you that this flame would burn you. 

You never were one to listen. 

Jungkook tried one last time to violently shake his hand free, and when it failed his hand smacked down across your face. The ringing in your ears was deafening and caused your vision to blur. Your jaw loosened enough for him to slip his hand free, and the taste of copper flowed like a river across your tongue. 

“Don’t ever call me ‘Kitten’ again,” you snapped, spitting blood onto the cold concrete floor.

“Anything else - Kitten.” 

The bastard was smirking. Gone was the unholy look of rage that could destroy whole cities and back was the coy softness you’d grown to expect from him. 

 “Yeah. Don’t fucking touch me either.” 

You expected him to snap. To bare teeth and tell you who you belonged to. Instead, all you got in return was that infamous smirk that spoke louder than words: he thought you were all talk. All venom that dripped from the pain of knowing you did belong to him. Even now with your body radiating with the urge to strike him you knew all it would take was one touch of his lips against yours and your fight would end. 

“We both know you don’t mean it.”

“Don’t I? You’re a liar, Jungkook. A fucking psychopath.”

A sigh left him as he stuffed his hands into the pockets of his jeans. The smirk now gone as he regarded you with raised brows and a look of indifference. His reaction telling you plainly that you were overreacting. 

“It’s a little late to try and act like a forensic psychologist, don’t you think?” 

“I’ve been to your crime scenes! I’ve seen the fucking carnage that you leave behind. Shit that would make Ed Gein look like a fucking Saint!” 

God. You wanted to keep it together and act as cold as he portrayed himself to be, but how could you? Jungkook had become eerily still. For the first time since you’d realized who he was you felt scared. 

“A psychopath you took to your bed. Who lived in your house, and cooked you dinners with the same hands that were held finger deep by your clenching pussy were also the same ones used to maim and murder. Tell me, Kitten, did it feel better being fucked by a psychopath than the straight and narrow pricks you allowed in your bed?”

You allowed the fear you felt to turn into stone cold dread as it dawned on you that they’d been watching you from the beginning. That he was mentioning your old partner, Christian, that you’d had a relationship with before it turned sour. Before he began to care more about having you sit at a desk job instead of being in the field chasing after bad guys. Bad guys like Jungkook. 

For all the dread that corroded your veins they were stoked to life with a rage so incredibly potent you could’ve sworn, for a moment, you went blind. 

“Get. Out.” When Jungkook showed no signs of moving you grabbed the only pillow off the cot bed and flung it as hard as you could. He dodged it easily. “Get the fuck out! I don’t want to see you ever again. You hear me? I hate you!” 

“No you don’t-“

“Don’t you tell me what I feel, Jungkook!”

“You wish you could hate me, Kitten, but you can’t.”

“Watch me. I’m going to get out of here and I’m putting your narcissistic, psychotic ass in prison for the rest of your unnatural fucking life. Afterwards, I’ll find someone to fuck to wash you completely out of my system! Marry them-”

When you first started your rant, Jungkook was smug. The cockiness of his belief that you couldn’t hate him - couldn’t move past him - kept his shoulders squared in confidence until his eyes met yours. Whatever he saw there - the raw determination - was enough to make that confident facade drop leaving only something much worse in its wake. Your bratty words meant to wound him only stoked a fire that threatened to burn entire cities.

He took a threatening step towards you as his hands dropped from inside his pockets. His fists clenching and unclenching in time with the ticking of his jaw. You wanted to put as much space between you two as possible, but you didn’t want to back down either. 

“I have never loved someone like I love you. Do you understand that? You are mine. And if you think I’m ever going to let you go, you got another thing coming, sweetheart. I am not letting you go.” Jungkook was standing in front of you now. His body dropped down just enough to meet you at eye level as he breathed one final promise across your lips, “Ever. I will burn down a thousand fucking cities looking for you, if I have too.” 

You braced yourself for a kiss that never came. Your pulse felt like at any moment it would burst from your neck. Jungkook noticed. He always did and that seemed to be enough for him, because he didn’t kiss you. He simply pushed back on his feet and turned towards the cell door. He called out and a man dressed in all black with an m16 strapped across his chest appeared. Jungkook shot you one last look as the guard opened the door, and allowed him to pass through just before he began to lock it again. 

Jungkook was still looking at you when he spoke to the henchman. “Don’t you fucking go in there with her. Don’t you let anyone in there unless it’s been cleared with me first.” 

“Sir, what about Namjoon-“

“I said cleared with me first. Got it?”

The man nodded his head too many times. Enough to make you wonder if he’d given himself whiplash before Jungkook spared you one last glance before disappearing back inside the depths of whatever fresh hell you’d put yourself in. 

When you continued to wake up still breathing on the cot, you were surprised. Okay. You were a whole lot of surprised. You half expected to be a lifeless corpse rising from a trash heap than to be found tucked inside bedsheets. It didn’t take you long to know why you weren’t dead yet nor was it a surprise 

It felt like you’d been awake for hours. Your eyes helplessly combed over every painted brick of the walls for any sign of weakness. Without an actual clock inside your makeshift prison there was plenty of room for error when it came to time frames. It could've simply been hours since you’d been in the cell. But because of the trauma you’d sustained to your head - the possible unseen damage - it could’ve been days. The thought alone causes your stomach to somersault violently into your throat. 

Since you woke up that first time and had your spat with Jungkook, he hadn’t returned to visit you. The guards at your cell, however, still followed his orders. Most of them wouldn’t even look at you. 

The headache you’d been nursing with the palm of your hand since you woke up continued to be a nagging friend. It’s persistent poking and prodding against your temple caused your vision to shift into doubles at the worst times. Mostly, those worst times accumulated down to when you were pacing in your cell. The game plan you’d come up with kept constantly changing -forming- and retaking shape. 

When you first awoke in the dank cell, you were quick to notice you were lying on a cot. It’s placement in one of the corners of the room's brick walls made it easy for you to determine the only thing inside it was you and the cot. The exposed lightbulb above the room swaying at odd times. As if the ground above shook with the same rage you felt building in your chest. 

There weren’t any windows, and instead of metal bars there was just a door. It’s rusted exterior letting you know wherever you’d been taken too was very old. No windows and no open metal framework told you simply that yelling for help was out of the question. You weren’t surprised: you’d been reading their files for years. If they didn’t keep you closed off from the rest of civilization, you’d have questioned the whole thing. 

You started feeling the grooves in between the bricks. Every single one painted over in gunmetal grey to make the cell appear darker. Whatever light the flickering bulb above gave off was consumed and tinted by lighted shadow. 

It took everything you had to concentrate on feeling out the grooves for possible signs that the bricks were possibly lose. Or maybe even catch the slightest breeze - making its way through a large crack. You allowed yourself to hope. 

How stupid of you. 

With every inch and glide of your palms against the cool surface, you felt your heart beginning to sink. You were never getting out. The chances of you making it out on your own two legs and not a body bag was dwindling and your hysteria. Well, that was definitely beginning to spring to the surface. 

You’d just taken rapid steps back away from your latest attempt, the panic swelling up your chest was threatening to turn you feral. The only course of action you could think to do was to cause yourself pain. So, your hands flew up to grab at your head. The minute your finger scratched at the dull cut your vision exploded in pain - hissing past your lips with your eyes flinching at the thundering ache. The dried blood flaked down to your jacket, and you stared at the few flakes resting on your shoulder. 

The pain was bringing you out of your breakdown, but barely. You were running out of ideas - of options - when you heard the sound of a large deadbolt coming loose and right after a few larger bolts slid out of place. Your anxiety attack had placed you dead center in the middle of the room. 

The lightbulb’s glow painted you in a spotlight of sunburnt yellows - the blood on your hair and face made you feel like a wounded animal. Every click of a lock coming undone a time bomb to the Hunter coming in to finish the job. 

Your heart was back in your throat as you glanced around hopelessly for an object, anything to defend yourself, and came up short. With the last lock coming undone you decided you would wait for them to enter. Your muscles tensing up in your thighs as you prepared yourself to run at whoever it was. 

You prepared yourself as much as you could but when the door squeakily opened and Jungkook stepped through all your resolve faded. He was just standing there - like nothing happened - looking handsome as ever with a tray held with one hand. The entire night flashed before you. The deceit. The lies. The last conversation you had before he’d left the room. To see him standing there with that smug look on his face - the same one he gave you when he proved he was better at cooking, games, or sex irritated the shit out of you. 

All the dinners you cooked together in your shared kitchen. The trips you’d taken and the little notes you found inside your coat pockets or on the fridge and bathroom mirror. Was it all a lie? Was his smugness due to him winning the biggest game of all? 

The scream that you bottled up broke free as you charged towards him. You hated how unfazed he seemed - how amused. Jungkook wasn’t apologetic for tearing your world apart: for making you love him. If anything, he stood like a god before you. Gluttonous in his pride knowing you couldn’t do anything to him. 

You swung at him, realizing too late it was a wide swing. His hand came up in seconds to grab your swinging arm in mid-air. You were still moving forward with your momentum, unable to come to a stop, and Jungkook used it to twist your arm in his grip and bring you colliding into his chest. 

The tray of food and whatever else he’d carried was an afterthought as its content scattered all over the floor. You tried to wriggle out of his strong grip, but that only succeeded in making him hold on to you tighter. You could practically feel his muscles as they flexed under the shirt. 

“I told you, I didn’t want to see you again,” you seethed. 

“And I told you, Kitten, that I wasn’t going anywhere.”

“Let me go, Jungkook. Let. Me. Go!” 

If you could’ve pounded on his big stupidity attractive chest you would have. Since you couldn’t, you settled for screaming in his face. You tried to take a step back, to try and gain some kind of leverage, when his free hand came up to grip the back of your head. He used that leverage to bring your face dangerously close to his. The wild look in his eyes made you grow incredibly still.

“I need you to get it through that thick skull of yours,” he used your name. Jungkook rarely ever used your name. “If you think for one second I am spending one second of my life without you, you are sadly mistaken.”

“You’re an idiot,” you gasped. You were not going to fucking cry right now. “Why would you want someone who doesn’t want you - who can’t stand the sight of you?” 

Jungkook dipped down and brushed the tip of his nose over yours. The gentle touch shocked you enough that you stopped moving; forgot to breathe.  

“When are you going to stop lying to yourself, Kitten? We were made for each other.”

You wanted to deny his statement. To remind him that he was not only a psychopath, but a delusional one at that, but was he the only delusional one in the room? Or was it you? 

You didn’t get a chance to dispute his claim. Using the hold he had on the back of your neck, Jungkook brought you the last couple inches closer and sealed his lips down on yours. 

The worst part about Jungkook kissing you was how your resistance completely crumbled. You knew he must have noticed it too - the way the fight slowly seeped out of your muscles. How easy it was for his tongue to spread your lips open to dive inside. The grip he’d held on your arm released, but Jungkook made sure he kept you secured to him. His hand on your neck pressing you painfully closer as the hand he’d removed from your wrist now dug its fingers into the soft flesh of your hips. 

You didn’t want him thinking that it was over for you; that he’d won. Your lust may have clouded your mind, but somewhere behind the cloud your common sense was screaming. Unfortunately, common sense was losing when his hand trailed up beneath your shirt to the swell of your breasts. Nimble fingers pulled down the cotton fabric of your bra to expose your nipples to him. 

Jungkook made quick work to take the bud between his thumb and index finger and applied the right amount of pressure. Just enough to make a moan gasp against his mouth right before he moved in to swallow the sound with another heated kiss. 

He pinched your nipple one last time sending a delicious shiver to shoot down your spine. Instantly, your pussy reacted to his touch. You knew if - when - he pulled down your pants Jungkook would find your underwear soaked. 

You weren’t sure what made you do it. Maybe you were annoyed by how easily he made you crumble at his touch. He was a monster. A killer. 

But he’s your monster. 

The thought made your blood run cold. The desire Jungkook had stoked inside you quickly disappeared as that thought haunted you. When you tried to pull away from his kiss, Jungkook’s grip on your neck refused to let you go. So, you did the only thing you could think of. 

You waited until his bottom lip pressed down into a pout to grab it with your teeth. You bit down hard enough for your tongue to be greeted with the taste of blood. A growl rumbled deep in chest; a sound he pressed with violent force against your lips. 

The kiss felt bruising as his hands dropped down to the back of your thighs. You were able to pull away from him enough to let out a small yelp of surprise when Jungkook’s hands grabbed your thighs and hoisted you up. Instantly, you wrapped your legs around his waist. 

His feet carried you over to the corner of the room. You expected to be thrown down on the cot. Your body tensed up as it waited for the coming drop, but it never came. Instead, Jungkook pushed you up against the cold stone of the wall with enough force it pushed a rush of air from your lungs. 

You were about to call out - the jolt of brief pain ready to escape from your mouth - when Jungkook crashed his lips back into yours. His hips rutted up into you. His cock hard and pressed into the fabric of his jeans. 

He controlled the movement with his hands on your hips. Half of your weight supported by the wall and his hips that he moved over your clothed sex. The friction of his clothed cock rubbed against your clit made you moan into the kiss. 

“You want to play rough, kitten,” he huffed against your lips. “I can play rough. I’ll be as rough as you want me to be.”

To prove his point, Jungkook traced his lips down to your neck. His tongue grazed from the hollow of your throat down towards your collarbone. When he reached your shoulder he sank his teeth down into the skin. You let out a small scream, your hands fisting into his hair, as you tried to tug him loose. 

Jungkook kept the pressure of his teeth firmly in their place and, using his hands on his hips, ground up into you. The jolt of pleasure that collided with the pain sent another moan spilling free from your lips. You were close to begging him to stop teasing - to give you what you wanted - but Jungkook seemed to know from the soft pleas that you hummed against his ear. 

Without warning, he peeled you from the wall and flung you both on top of the cot. Jungkook caught himself with his hands at the last second making sure he didn’t crush you against the mattress. You wouldn’t have cared. You couldn’t find time to care as he helped strip you of your jacket and shirt. Your own hands desperately trying to pull his shirt over his head so you could feel him bare and pressed against you. 

When your bra was removed and flung off your arms, Jungkook didn’t hesitate to take each breast in his hands. He dropped down and wrapped his mouth around a nipple. The feeling of his tongue flicking and swirling caused your body to arch into him. Your hands flew wildly to grab ahold of the strands of his hair - fingers curling and pulling as he took a nipple between his teeth. Jungkook made sure he took his time taking each nipple in his mouth; tongue swirling around the stiff peaks. 

You could feel his hand drift down your middle to the edge of your jeans. You didn’t try and fight him as his nimble fingers worked at the button of your jeans, and further down between the fabric and the lace of your underwear. 

When Jungkook’s fingers first felt between your folds - his fingers finding you soaked - he exhaled heavily.  His mouth made a loud pop as he disconnected from your breast with eyes hollowed with hunger meeting your own. 

“Fuck. You’re always so wet for me, Kitten,” he huffed. 

You weren’t sure how to answer him or if you even should. You hated him - wanted to believe you hated him - and everything he stood for. There was no denying, however, that you wanted him. It went beyond reason, because you couldn’t understand it. The only thing you did understand was when he pushed three fingers knuckle deep inside your aching pussy, your body turned molten with a need so deep that only Jungkook could sate. 

The lewd wet sounds of his fingers thrusting in and out of you filled the room. The only other sound to try and cover that was your soft moans that only grew louder when Jungkook stripped your pants and underwear down over your thighs, and off your legs and buried his tongue between your folds. 

His tongue traced up from your entrance, and took his time licking his way up to swirl at your clit before giving a large stroke. This time you did scream as his tongue fucked you; stroked and sucked every inch of you until your legs quivered around him forcing your words to become incoherent. 

You couldn’t take it anymore. The need to be filled with him became overwhelming and, using his hair to pull him violently up, you asked, “Jungkook-“ you breathlessly pleaded, “Fuck me. Please.”

He looked up at you from between your legs. His pupils were blown out completely with lust. There was a moment where you wondered if he’d even heard you. There was no recognition in his face that he had heard you until a growl brushed past his lips, and he nipped at the inner corner of your thigh. You let out a sound of surprise as you tried to move back, but Jungkook kept you securely in place. 

“Is that what you want?”

“I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t want you, Jungkook.”

You thought he was going to ask more stupid questions. Couldn’t he see you were a fool for him? Couldn’t he see how much you needed him? At that moment, you were willing to beg him. You were ready to start doing exactly that when Jungkook suddenly moved up with his hands at his belt. His fingers were rapidly unbuttoning his jeans when a loud knock came at the door. 

Jungkook’s response was instant and animalistic. A snarl cut through the room that seemed to suspend time completely. The person behind the door no doubt shitting themselves for making a boldly stupid decision. 

“Whoever it is, you better have a good fucking reason for interrupting me,” he snapped. 

Again. Silence. You were willing to bet they’d run for safety, except you were wrong. 

“I’m sorry, boss, but Namjoon sent me down to find you. He needs you to come back to the lounge, and he requested you bring the prisoner with you.”

Jungkook had gone eerily still above you. The sexually charged air began to change as the lust that had been in his eyes was replaced by something darker; more dangerous. Suddenly, you felt too exposed to the room. Your hands meekly moved to try and cover your nakedness from the room, while Jungkook remained on his knees above you. His buckle loose at his waist and upper body bare. 

He seemed to be deciding whether to do as he was asked or tell them to fuck off. You’d learned, however, that while Jungkook was no doubt the unhinged part of Namjoon’s crew, he was loyal. You didn’t think he would deny a request from his leader, even for you. 

He let out a heavy sigh as he removed himself from the cot, his legs bending down slightly so he could scoop up his shirt and put it back on. 

“Tell him we’ll be there in five minutes.”

 While he didn’t sound happy about it, Jungkook was still going to be a good boy and do as he was told. 

“Namjoon asked for you to hurry-“ 

“Fuck off!” Jungkook snapped. A booted foot slammed against the metal of the door making everything grow still with fear. “I said it’ll be five minutes. Now go.” 

The sound of retreating feet filled the hall outside before Jungkook had even finished telling him to leave. Smart man. You swung your legs over the side of the cot and moved to start picking up your clothes when hands on your waist pushed you back against the wall. 

You looked up just in time to watch Jungkook fall to his knees between your legs. His hands grasping your left thigh to raise it up onto his shoulder. The angle left him closer to the mound of your sex. 

“Jungkook, what are you doing? You told them we’d be there in five minutes.”

The devilish smirk you knew all too well tilted the corner of his lips. The lust that was stripped away seconds ago coming back as his tongue lazy stroked between your folds coaxing a gasp to leave you. 

“I only need a couple to make you come.” 

Jungkook always was a man of his word. 

You walked down the hallways beside Jungkook as he led you through the large building. Wherever it was The Devils’ called home, it was a renovated industrial building. Maybe once upon a time, it had housed machinery of some kind to build cars or maybe make some sort of sweet treat that eventually closed down. Whatever the building was used for originally, it had been refurbished to house evil.

The cold original metal and brick of the interior has been kept with only a few choices of artwork, drapes around the windows, and furniture giving it a sense of life. To you, no matter what anyone tried to place in the building, it would still feel uninviting. 

Jungkook instructed you to follow him as he turned left at the next four way intersection of the building. His hand on your arm gently pulled you along and kept you close to him all at the same time. 

“When we get in there don’t speak unless he instructs you to speak.”

“I’ll speak when I want too,” you snapped, hating the idea of being good for any of them. 

Jungkook sent you a glaring look of warning as came to a set of double doors. 

“Don’t be stupid, Kitten. The only reason you’re still alive is because of me.”

“And should I be grateful for that?” You wanted to pull your arm out of his grip, but it felt silly to do that when you’d just come all over his tongue. 

Jungkook appeared to be having the same thought. 

“Yes. You should.”

That was all the reply Jungkook bothered to give you as he pushed open the door and ushered you inside. This room, whatever it had been, was more updated than what you’d previously seen. The walls were painted a warm tone and carpet was put in. Off to the counter was a large bar that had an actual bartender stuck behind the empty counter with a slew of couches placed like a large C inside the middle. 

Inside that large C is where your eyes found Namjoon. His body positioned in the center of the C and sitting patiently. The second the two of you entered his eyes were on you. The judgment in them was heavy and something that he wasn’t afraid to show. 

Namjoon didn’t seem to like you very much. Well, the feeling was mutual. Jungkook stopped you in the middle and released the grip he’d held on your arm. He moved away from you to go and stand off to the left of Namjoon with Yoongi being at his right. 

You hated being left there like some kind of fucked up prize. It wasn’t just the three of them and a bartender. No, scattered around the back of the lounge stood more lackey’s, the unimportant ones that were used as fodder when shit got heavy were scattered all around. Most of them wear shit eating grins as if your presence in their bad guy lair was just the funniest damn thing. 

You’d see who’d have the last laugh. 

“Welcome, Detective,” Namjoon’s voice boomed inside the room. His arms swept over the area as he attempted to smile in what he must have thought was a greeting. It looked more like a grimace. “I do hope you’ve been enjoying your stay here.” 

You considered him coolly as you thought of how to reply. Jungkook had instructed you to speak when spoken too; to play nice. You always did have an issue with doing what you were told. 

“Actually, it’s been shit,” you started with a shrug. “I’m just waiting to get out of here.”

“And why is that?”

Namjoon seemed to know why. He didn’t need to truly ask you. He was only doing it because he wanted to see if you’d have the guts to say it out loud. 

“You aren’t dumb. None of you are, and I’m willing to bet you all know exactly what I’m going to do when I’m out of here.”

“Kitten.”

One word. Jungkook spoke your pet name as a warning. His face and body had grown stiff as he took a cautious step towards you. Namjoon held up a hand to stop him, waving him back to stand in his spot. Jungkook didn’t like it. It was made apparent by the ticking of his jaw as he continued to watch. 

“No, no Jungkook let her speak. You think you are going to put us away?”

“Oh, I know I can.” You retorted, allowing yourself your own sickly sweet smile. “I won’t stop until I place every single one of you where you deserve.” 

“That's a noble little quest you’ve given yourself, but you’ve got your ideas of who’s good and who's bad backwards, I’m afraid.”

A snort of laughter left you. The disbelief evident on your face as you regarded the men around you. These men who had slaughtered droves of people; families even. Men who had tried to come forward to atone for the crimes they had committed, their conscience finally taking hold, only for you to find the entire home missing or dead. Hospital staff who had been gunned down along with rival gang leaders who’d been inside. 

The terror these men had caused and all for the name of what? Infamy? Power? Money? All the things that didn’t mean shit when you were six feet under. The thing that disgusted you the most wasn’t these men and their atrocities, but your own. 

The very man who was responsible for so much of that carnage had just been buried nose deep between your legs, and you’d let him. All the fight you’d claimed to have - the moral standing - completely went away when he touched you. Where was your resolve then? Where was your belief in Justice for those victims when his hands were digging into your hips and his cock buried inside you? 

Nowhere. 

Looking at him now you knew a part of you hated Jungkook, but the person you really hated was yourself. 

With your eyes roaming back to face down Namjoon, you square your shoulders and make sure your resolve shown through as you speak your next words.  

“I’ve seen your handiwork, and I know what kind of men you are. I meant what I said. I’m going to find a way out of here and when I do, I promise you until my very last breath, I will hunt you down and put you fucking animals where you belong.” 

You hadn’t realized you were shaking - that you’d taken a step towards him until Jungkook and Yoongi took a step with you. Good. Let them know you meant every word. That they weren’t the only boogeymen meant to be feared. 

Namjoon sat forward, his arms resting on his thighs, as he regarded you with a calculating eye. No longer did he think you were trying to talk tough because of your situation. Now, you were positive, he knew you meant every word and that maybe he should proceed with caution. 

“You’d lock up Jungkook, as well?”

He was testing you. Maybe it was a test meant to show Jungkook he shouldn’t have grown soft for you. That you didn’t care for him the way he did you. 

You wished that was the truth but, unfortunately, it was far from it. Maybe that’s why when you turn to look in Jungkook’s direction you will yourself to look callous; completely disregarding what resembled hurt that was scrunching across his brow. 

“All of you deserve to be in cages. No exceptions.” 

“We’ll, I guess we better make sure to keep you locked inside one yourself.” 

You knew that voice. 

Your back went rigid as your mind raced at the recognition of that voice. A part of you didn’t want to turn - to see - the betrayal you felt coming towards you like a speeding train. Unfortunately, this was something you couldn’t run from. 

Turning your head to your right, you watched as your Chief came into view. A smug smile showing all of his pearly white teeth like the Cheshire Cat who’d stumped you at your own riddle. The shitty part about that was that he had. 

You’d always suspected that The Devils’ had some form of inside help. Most gangs were good, but no one rivaled The Devils’ when it came to the amount of intel they seemed to have. When witness protection magically lost informants, or informants were found out while undercover. Good seasoned Detectives who had been doing this for years miraculously were caught with their body parts being dumped in front of the police station with rats festering inside the bags. 

At first, you thought it had been you. That these men and women had paid with their lives all because of some costly fling. The endless guilt of racking your brain wondering what you’d left out; let slip while grocery shopping or relaxing with him on the couch. 

And all along it had been Chief Ebert. 

“You fuckin’ traitor!” You snarled. 

Seconds later, your closed fist collided with his nose and a spurt of blood erupted like a spout. A sharp cry of pain filled the room as you launched yourself at him, but found arms securing themselves at your waist and pulling away. The fast movement off to your left let you know it wasn’t Jungkook who had grabbed you, and it didn’t take a rocket scientist to know he didn’t like it one bit. 

“Jungkook - stay where you’re at,” Namjoon ordered. “Hyujin, restrain her.”

“I’d like to see you fucking try!”

You felt murderous. Your heart pounded like war drums inside your chest. In a matter of a day, two days, the amount of betrayal you’d experienced left your world spinning. With an even bigger question of, “Who could be trusted?” raging inside of your head. 

“You fucking bitch!” Chief Ebert muttered out. His fingers sloppily trying to stop the blood from running out. “I always knew you were psychotic.”

“That’s rich coming from a treacherous weasel,” you snapped back. “How much did you sell your honor for, huh?”

“Oh, shut up,” he huffed. “Like you have any room to talk. When I requested for Jungkook to follow you to make sure he kept you off leads on investigations, I never would have thought it would’ve been that easy for him to fucking get to you.”

Another flash of red filtered over your vision. With a snarl you lashed out with your foot with your boot connecting with his chest shoving him down. 

“That is enough!” Namjoon’s voice boomed over the room. “Hyujin, take her back to her cell. Ebert get the hell up so we can get this over with.” 

You were still struggling as the lackey in question, Hyujin, walked you back down the long stretches of hallway Jungkook had just led you down. 

Did Ebert say he requested Jungkook to follow you? So, that night at the bar…Jungkook knew exactly who you were. He knew everything about you, because Ebert told Namjoon who had told him. 

Your mind tried to make sense of the carousel of deceit you kept finding yourself in. It struggled to find footing - on a course of action - but at the end of every idea the uncertainty of who could you trust came slamming home into your chest. Hyujin almost had you back to your cell when you finally made up your mind. While you weren’t sure who you could trust, you knew one thing - you could trust yourself. With your mind made up you took in a breath preparing for your next move. 

It was now or never. 

You let out a small scream as you slammed the heel of your foot down on top of the  guard's foot. When he bent down in predictable fashion, you brought your elbow up to crash against his face. It gave you just enough momentum to grab the m16 that was strapped around his neck, to grab at the strap, and move behind him, pulling it tight across his throat. 

It takes longer in real-life to choke someone into unconsciousness, even longer if you’re trying to kill them. Lucky for this guy you only meant to only do the first. When Hyujin finally stopped struggling, you removed the strap from around his throat, completely removing the gun from his body. You put the strap over your shoulder and went to work looking for keys. 

You found a walkie talkie and earbud and quickly put it on. While you didn’t plan on staying long enough to actually use it, it would come in handy as you tried to make your escape. 

After locating the keys, you plugged in the earbud and secured the radio to the back of your pants. With the gun held tightly in your hands, you started making your way back up the hallway in search of an exit. It was time to start your escape. 

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Not Quite Freest Use

Somi

Words: 3,500

A/N: While I still work on ‘Freest Use,’ these IG pics sent me into overdrive

Life works in mysterious ways. While posing as one of Rosé's employees, your reputation as being a diligent worker spread throughout YG and are considered a valued asset. BLACKPINK is overseas for their world tour, and because of that, the company was short staffed for events. You never had any intent on being an employee of YG, but an all expense paid trip to Japan as well as being rewarded generously was too good to refuse.

Somi was chosen as the host for MAMA in Japan and needed a bilingual bodyguard to help keep her safe. Everything is kept professional, Somi expertly entertaining the crowd, her God given natural charisma made her born to be an idol.

The event is over and despite hosting for three hours, her energy levels are as high as ever. There is an innate charm she holds, being able to make you feel like her lifelong friend despite meeting her yesterday. 

One check around her dressing room to ensure there are no hidden cameras or people hiding is all that's left to do before giving her some privacy.

While doing your sweep, all the self control in the world to keep this professional isn't enough to keep your eyes to yourself. The absolute marvel of how the dress hugged every one of her curves is even more tempting up close. Though mostly covered up, her long legs and wide hips could never be hidden. The upper half of her dress is the true highlight; from behind, her sexy back open to the world, and especially from the front, her otherworldly cleavage just a light yank from being set free.

After the room has been cleared, you step toward the door and just as you're about to exit.

"Not so fast." She interrupts you just as you turn the doorknob. 

A million thoughts run through your mind, perhaps this would turn out in the same way as it did with BLACKPINK. Her loud laugh breaks the tension, as if she could sense the lewd thoughts going on in your head. Her phone is now in your hand and she is striking poses with the different backgrounds.

“I need to take some SNS before I change.” Your practice in taking photos for Rosé and Jennie pays off, taking snap after snap with each photo ending up better than the last. Those same lewd thoughts re enter your mind when she tells you get a close up shot of her cleavage–your face becomes flushed and light beads of sweat gather around your forehead.

“What’s wrong? You’ve never seen tits before?” Somi laughs while gently caressing your face. “I know you’ve been sneaking glances at me, and don’t think you were hired for this event by mistake. Lisa told me all about you and recommended your…services”

You're pushed down onto the couch and Somi is standing over you, all the power is now in her hands. A simple zipper to the side of her dress is all it takes for the silken material to fall to the ground–she’s left standing there in a strapless bra that barely contains her and lace panties. 

“Sit on your hands. No touching until I say so.” She retrieves her phone from your hands then starts to play some music. “No more photos of what we're about to do.” 

Your body tenses up a bit, the floral undertones of her perfume are smelt immediately the moment she straddles your lap. You always thought Somi was beautiful, but being up close and center only magnifies how striking her features are. 

“Just sit back and relax.” Words that are easier said than done. Her hips gyrate against your crotch in rhythm to the music and your face is so close to the wondrous cleavage that has captivated you all night that you can nearly taste it. You would love nothing more than to feel up every inch of her sinful body, but her instructions to sit on your hands has you paralyzed.  

She leans forward, grabbing the back of the couch with her hands, and plants her cleavage deep into your face, slowly moving them up and down, the friction causes her bra to get lower and lower, until your face is finally flesh on flesh with her two massive mounds. 

Leaning back to give you some time to catch your breath also gives you the opportunity to bask in the visual pleasure of her bare chest for the first time. “Well what do you think?” she asks in a sultry tone.

It would be hard to even imagine more perfectly shaped breasts. Each one round and full, yet not showing even the slightest hint of sag, perfectly as perky as her personality. The nipples and areola are large, but almost invisible–blended in with the rest of her skin and surrounded by a network of blue veins just visible beneath her pale skin.

“They’re amazing, I know.” Somi has now adorned an ever bratty smile. She knows how hot she is, using both hands to cup her own breasts, dropping them to show off how jiggly they are. The growing bulge happening between your legs doesn’t go unnoticed, Somi shifting her hips until your bulge is sandwiched in between her two pillowy thighs.

She doubles down, leaning forward once again, engulfing your entire face in her bountiful bosom. After what feels like an eternity, Somi finally gives you those magic words. “Taste them.” Like a rabid animal finally off their leash, slobbering up one of her giant breasts, trying to fit as much as you could into your mouth. A sweet moan leaves Somi’s lips, her hands holding the back of your head, keeping your lips sealed around her tit. Rules be damned at this point, you free your hands and use them to fondle the entirety of her sinful body until your left hand massages the unattended breast. 

Her big tits are definitely the centerpiece that draws in all attention, but you still had your wits about you to make sure that foreplay was not forgotten. Light nibbling against her creamy neck and protruding collarbones do just as well to elicit sweet moans from Somi. Your hands move down, grabbing two handfuls of hot idol ass, lifting her up ever so slightly to put her tits directly in the path of your awaiting lips. 

This time, with purpose, you seize one of her ghost nipples in between your lips, using your tongue to feel every bump and texture of her delicious nub. Somi gasps and leaves soundless moans, running her hands through your hair as you continue to devour the bountiful feast left in front of you. Your hands move on from her ass, making its first stop at her smooth silky thighs, then traveling up across her tight abs, before reaching their final resting place–making sure to cup and grope each of her giant tits while your mouth alternates between the two. After some time, each of her wondrous mounds are now covered in your saliva, and if left to your own devices, you could’ve spent the rest of the night just nestled into her chest. 

The growing bulge in your pants, and the growing wet spot appearing on her lace panties is signs that things need to move onto the next step. Somi pushes her arms, her once perfect porcelain skin is now marred with marks from your suction. She looks down at your work, and makes circular motions of her tits with her hands, rubbing your saliva into her skin.

“I hope you enjoyed yourself, but we’re just getting started.” She stands up off your lap and you're able to see her perfectly shaped body in all its glory. Impossibly long legs attached to wide hips was only the gateway to the most lecherous part: slim tight abs laid underneath her most defining feature, which you’ve spent the last ten minutes worshiping. While her bubbly and carefree personality made her born to be an idol, her lustful body full of curves makes you think she was designed by the Gods with the sole intention of being fucked. She lowers her panties which reveal her cleanly shaven glistening pink slit, then leans down to whisper into your ear. 

“Just so you know, before Jennie met you, she and I were competing for biggest whore in all of kpop. Hell, on my last birthday, I let ten guys free use my holes however they wanted.”

Somi makes quick work of your pants, easily sliding them off as she makes her way to the ground. Her delicate fingers wrap around your hard cock slowly pumping up and down. Her tongue joins in on the action, lightly licking underneath your head while continually stroking your cock with her soft hand. 

“This may sound like a surprise, but I love the feeling of a big cock filling my mouth. And yours definitely qualifies.”

The final phrase before your head leans back into the sofa. Somi gives a smile and parts her long blonde hair behind her ears before beginning. Grabbing the base of your cock, she slowly lathers your head with your precum, then slightly puckers her lips and places them on your head–followed up with light kisses and suction against your head. 

That brief sense of buildup is quickly washed away when Somi parts her lips and takes no time on taking the entirety of your length into the back of her throat. There is an initial resistance, but she easily adjusts her throat and continues to slide more and more of you down until her nose meets your crotch. After keeping her head down for a few seconds, she continues to bob her head, each time taking your whole length into her throat. Her full array of techniques are on full display, showing the expertise in her blowjob skills, making sure to keep the pace as painstakingly slow as possible–using her tongue to flick across every surface of your cock on the way up to maximize the amount of pleasure delivered.

It truly shocks you at how gifted she is in sucking cock, but perhaps you shouldn’t be surprised given what she had told you about being the biggest whore in all of kpop. You had previously thought that Jennie’s throat was molded to fit your cock, but Somi was giving her a run for her money. She takes pauses from deepthroating to look up at you and smile while worshiping your cock with pets and kisses. 

Your hands struggle to find a place to rest themselves, wanting to place them on the back of her head, but any direction you could give her wouldn’t live up to her skill. You’re slowly losing your mind in the grasps of the picture perfect idol–the mind blowing pleasure of her blowjob changing by the second, the strength of her suction varying from strong to weak, the speed on which she bobs her head switching from meticulously slow and dangerously fast. 

A loud groan escapes your lips, you’ve been fighting back your own eruption, but her final words tell you that you’ve been wasting your efforts. “Mmmm,” she said oh-so-sweetly. Drool has accumulated all across her chin, dripping down onto her chest.  “You’re making my mouth water.” She pauses in mock-afterthought, “Oh, don’t you just want to cum in my mouth?”

All bets are off, she lightly strokes both of your thighs with her soft hands, bobbing up and down as fast as she can against your shaft. The gagging and choking noises only help to amplify the experience, knowing how needy she is for your cum and how nothing will stop her. Your hands involuntarily find themselves on the back of her head, holding her down for as long as your cock erupts with an ocean of white-hot cum into her mouth.  She moans loudly and begins swallowing, practically slurping the cum from your cock. You release your hold against her head and she pops up, letting a few drops dribble down her to her chest. She fondles her own tits, making them shine against the bright lights with your cum lubricating the giant mounds.

While trying to catch your breath, you find yourself staring at Somi, trying to gauge if she wants to continue. She beats you to the punch and before you can even speak, she offers up her previous menu. “It’s only fair that I give you the same options as I did when I was free use. What will it be? You’ve already used up my mouth, so ass or pussy?” 

The time to be subordinate is over. “Here’s what I’m going to do,” you whisper, pulling her in closer until she is pressed up against your body, “First, I’m going to finger fuck that tight little pussy of yours, get it good and soaking wet. Then, I’m going to eat that delicious pussy of yours, suck your little clit into my mouth and torture it with my tongue.”

“I have a better idea,” she gives you in a clearly bratty tone, “why don’t you just fuck the shit out of me and be done with it. I don’t want to leave this room being able to walk on my own.”

A quick flip of positions, and now Somi is laying on the couch, the long way to get into a comfortable position. She uses one hand to spread her lips apart and the other to grab hold of your cock.

“Looks like the rumors are true. Still hard as ever eh?”

You couldn’t help but laugh as her inner Canadian slips out. Finally in position, you put just the head against her wet lips. Slowly you start to insert your cock into her radiating wet core. Her hips thrust forward and upward, but you anticipate her neediness and pull back. You couldn’t help but tease her a little just to get her back for the nightlong events. Again you move forward and the head of your cock barely makes it past her waiting lips before you pull back once again. 

Tethering past the point of her patience, she wraps her legs around your back and pulls you in herself–in one smooth and rapid motion, she impales herself with your throbbing cock. In spite of her wetness, the fit and warmth are incredible and almost unbelievable. A velvet glove is the first thing to come to mind, only this “glove” was about two sizes too small. Despite the claim of being the biggest whore in kpop she is still irrationally tight. She was like a wild woman, even while laying down in missionary, she’s bucking around on your cock as if she were in a race. If it weren’t for already unloading in her mouth, there would be a serious danger of hanging on any longer. 

Not one to give up all sense of control, you place both hands on her hips and thrust into her with precision. Her fluttering eyes and the mixture of screams in both Korean and English gives you every indication that she's riding close to the edge.

Just then she lets out another long and low scream and you feel her pussy contract again and again, trying to milk you like a small suction pump. Her entire body turns into a light shade of pink, her orgasming face turns you on even more. Grabbing two handfuls of otherworldly breasts, you continue to pummel her through every second of her orgasm. Her sensitivity riding on the maximum settings, her hips buck into the air as she's brought to bliss once more. 

Unsatisfied with only making her cum twice, and knowing that you would go through life regretting not tasting her sweet nectar at least once, your lips attach onto her clit while two fingers furiously curl trying to find her gspot. A rhythmic pace and constant flicking of her hardened nub with your tongue do quick work on the mewling beauty. Her hands struggle to find something to grab on to, and she screams louder than she ever has and lets out a violent amount of squirt.

She lays back down on the sofa, struggling to catch her breath after three eye watering orgasms. The amount of endorphins that have flooded her brain makes it hard for her to think before she finally whispers out. 

"What the fuck was that? I've never done that before?"

"You don't mean to tell me that kpop's biggest whore has never squirted before, do you?"

Somi's energy is completely spent, she lightly strokes your cock while you continue to fondle her giant tits. She may be completely drained, but you were still raring to go. Unfortunately for her, the decision to let you cum from the blowjob has your stamina at an all time high. You take a seated position and grab her by the waist and place her on your lap. No longer restricted by the pesky pants blocking the way, you easily glide into her well-used hole. Finding yourself in the same position as earlier in the night, this time only doubly pleasurable with you buried deep inside Somi.

“Ride me Somi.” She lets out an exasperated sigh, but complies to your words, lightly bouncing up and down with both her arms around your neck. Her tits seem to defy gravity as even while she rides you, her perky mounds only slightly jiggle with her movement. While fucking her missionary was first-rate, what this feels like is on a completely different level. Your hands continue to roam her body, while the increased slickness from her recent orgasms feel even greater against your cock. You sloppily slurp on each of her nipples, the sounds of sex fill up the dressing room every time her body slams into yours. 

The pleasure of being fucked overtakes any sense of fatigue Somi has, and she begins to quicken her pace. “Feel so fucking good” she whispers out, almost as if she’s talking to herself. She switches from low sexy groans and high pitched squeals, clearly enjoying herself and pleased with her decision to have you be her staff. Her eyes start to close and she has already dug her nails deep into your back–sharp enough to leave two claw marks strewn across. Her chest gets mashed into your when you pull her in tight, catching a whiff of her musky hair as it lays all across your face. Her cunt was now swallowing you whole, but somehow squeezing you even tighter with each passing moment. This time her pulsating walls as another orgasm built within her is enough to suck you in with her. 

“Somi - you’re gonna make me…”

“Good! Cum for me”

Already past the point of no return, she slams her body into yours at an even faster rate. Knowing that there’s no turning back now, you succumb to the temptation of flesh and let yourself go. The combination of her chest pressed up against yours and her suffocatingly tight walls are too much to overcome, especially considering how long BLACKPINK has been away on tour. One final bounce and a squeeze of her silky walls is enough to make you unload completely inside of her. 

Wave after wave of thick seed is swallowed up by Somi’s cunt, and it doesn't help that her walls keep expanding and contracting with every shot. She plants a surprisingly tender kiss on your forehead.

“Mmm I feel so full. Let’s see how much you came.” She slowly begins to raise her body up,  every drop of sticky liquid that comes flooding out of her landing on your crotch. She uses two finger to gather up as much of this sex fused concoction and brings it up to her mouth, making a show out of it to watch her drink your cum. Back kneeling between your legs, she carefully licks up each drop that she may have missed with her fingers, then lightly sucks your cock completely clean.

“I taste fucking amazing.” Somi proclaims in her ever familiar bratty tone. “I can’t believe they didn’t bring you on tour with them, if they’re not careful I might claim you for myself…” 

[beauty-and-passion]

So... The Wisdom Saga

Also called "The Videogame Saga".

But seriously, now I understand where all the videogame influences went. In five songs we have a mini-boss fight and, shortly after, a boss fight with five levels and an open-ish end.

Also, this is probably the first time we have had such smooth transitions from one song to the next. While other songs in other sagas may be divided by hours or days, these songs are divided by minutes - a couple of hours max for the last two.

These songs surprised me. When I listened to the first snippets long ago, I wasn't particularly captivated by some of them and didn't enjoy the voices much either. Well, this proves I should never listen to the snippets, because the songs I considered weak turned out way better than I imagined.

But let's start from the beginning.

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Legendary: as I imagined long ago, this was an upbeat song and yes, It also hints at how Telemachus deals with his father's legacy. But it's also more than that.

First of all, we get to know more about the situation in Ithaca: there are 108 suitors, which by itself already gives you an idea of how "crowded" the place is. It's not a couple of people: there are people literally everywhere. And these people are getting more violent and more unhinged, to the point they call Penelope "a tramp" (thus also disrespecting her as their queen) and showing how much they want to violate her.

This raises the stakes A LOT, because neither Penelope nor Telemachus are safe. Penelope probably lives in terror, because who knows what could happen, if any of the Suitors get a hold of her in an empty corridor. And Telemachus literally told Athena: "today is the best day of my life because I got in a fight, and didn't die", which by itself shows how heavy life must be for him, to the point he risks his life every time he gets out of his room.

Honestly? Love this. High stakes, real dangers and Antinous as the bigger threat who can destroy everything Odysseus left. Cannot wait to see him coming back and slaying all the Suitors.

Back to Telemachus, we learn a lot about him too! He's a young boy who, just like any other young boy, wants to prove himself. His desire to show his strength and fight monsters is typical of any young adult: he feels big, he can fight! He wants to fight!

However, this "want to fight" isn't just young impetuousness. There are at least three reasons why Telemachus wants to fight this much:

Hope. By fighting, Telemachus hopes to find his father. As far as he knows, Odysseus might be dead: he himself admits it too ("And no idea if you're dead or just too far"). Still, he wants to believe he will find him, by fighting the monsters around him. Cannot wait for the Ithaca song in which he will realize that oh, his father became one of the monsters he wants to fight.

Awareness. Telemachus's desire to fight isn't just big, reckless words. He wants to fight, sure, but he's also aware of his limits ("And I would fight them if I was half as strong as you"). This proves how mature he is, despite being still a kid.

Responsibility. Despite knowing he's not the biggest or strongest fighter, Telemachus still wants to fight, in order to protect his mother. (Somebody help me, come and give me the strength / Can I do whatever it takes to keep my mom safe?"). And this proves Telemachus already has something a future king need: a sense of responsibility. The awareness that, even though he's not the best, he's still responsible for the wellbeing of all the people around him, therefore he must intervene.

At the end of the day, all Telemachus needs is what he asks for: a supporter. Someone who will give him a sign/the strength to do what is right. Someone who will tell him he did good and guide him.

And yes, he probably needs this, because he always missed a father figure in his life, the father who should've taught him how to fight and helped him. And this proves Telemachus is alone. Think about it: he's a young man who was probably forced to stay inside for his entire life, while his home is invaded by strangers and he cannot even walk around freely without being picked on by these older, stronger men. Of course he craves someone who will tell him that hey, you're good and strong, just do this and that and you can fight these monsters.

Thankfully, today is his lucky day.

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Little Wolf: it's such a videogame song, it's great <3 The singers are all amazing, Athena's voice always gets me on my knees because she's too good and how she helps Telemachus... uuurgh, I love character development <3

Also, this confirms my previous point: all Telemachus needed was someone teaching him how to fight and motivating him. As soon as Athena does both things, he's able to fight.

And this fight made something clear: Antinous can be contrasted, but not defeated. He's too strong for Telemachus, despite the help of a goddess. The stakes are very high: this guy is dangerous, he promised blood and tears, he will not stop. Telemachus and Penelope are in danger. We need Odysseus' return.

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We'll Be Fine: Athena's character development time! After dropping Odysseus on the spot because he refused to obey her when she forced him to do the right thing, now she's back, with a more mature mentality.

Athena wasn't in the wrong, when she told Odysseus to get rid of Polyphemus: he was an enemy, he could've brought more danger - and so it was. Her mistake was being too harsh. She was so focused on the matter at hand, to ignore Odysseus' emotional state. She was so wrapped in her own logical thinking, to ignore his demons. Or, as she said:

Maybe, if I made a different call Maybe if I hadn't missed it all Maybe, he'd be fine Maybe we'd unwind

And we saw this change in her demeanor in the previous song, as well as in this one! She apologizes for pushing Telemachus too much, she supports him, she opens up and accepts his friendship, instead of saying "nope, we're not friends".

In the end, she reaffirms her support too, by telling him he's a "good kid"! I doubt she ever said to Odysseus he was good.

And this change proves, again, how human the gods are. They are flawed, they make mistakes and, when they do, they realize it and change. Exactly like us.

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Love In Paradise: I have two thoughts about this song I need to share asap:

The singer has the voice of an angel and I love her and I am so SO SORRY for not liking it when I heard the snippets months ago. I will blame them forever, because the final version of this song is amazing and her voice brought me to my knees.

Holy shit this song is a lot darker than I thought.

I love how we moved through the sagas with Athena, only to find Odysseus stuck on Calypso's island, Ogygia.

Also, I love how Calypso is like: "Ahah, you silly, you talk in your sleep <3 Who is Penelope?" "She's my wife" "... Anyway, you're stuck with me forever, now let's make love". She wants the man and doesn't give a fuck about anything else, not even the wife. I hate you and I love you, Calypso <3

And that's when the song gets dark. Because Calypso can say "yes I get it, your life was difficult"... but she's too stuck looking at everything behind rose-tinted glasses. She loves him and she believes her love will be enough to solve all issues.

the only problem is that her love won't solve any issue. Because he still suffers for all the shit he went through. Shit he faced (and made it happen), for one sole reason: to come back home.

So, once you take back from him that reason... of course he ends up being suicidal. Of course he gets haunted by the voices of his past. If he was still able to come back to Ithaca, at least these demons would be quieted. They would still haunt him, sure, but the awareness home was close could've helped Odysseus to keep himself sane.

But if you take away the possibility of coming back home, which was the sole thing keeping these demons at bay... of course they get so strong. Strong to the point, he begs for help from his old friend.

And Athena, who finally learned her lesson, offers her help.

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God Games: this song is weird.

Unfortunately, I spoiled most of them thanks to the snippets (I'll never make the same mistake, I promise) and they were about the best parts. Apollo and Hephaestus' were very short and their reasons quite basic - which is perfect for a game with multiple levels so I get the progression from level I, to level II, III and so on.

In addition to that, I would like to point out this post from @wildissylupus in which they point out how Athena used the three modes of persuasion to win the game and how Zeus, despite making it difficult, didn't make it impossible for her.

The only thing that left me confused and the song weird is the end. Zeus throwing a tantrum because Athena won his game can be understandable, but also... no? I mean, she's the clever one. She's the goddess of wisdom. He should know, considering she's his daughter.

And since we're at it, she's not just his daughter: Athena is Zeus' favorite daughter. And he struck her with lightning, out of a tantrum? Zeus? At her, let me repeat that, favorite daughter?

I don't know, it's too weird. Zeus is an asshole, sure, but not to her. Not even during a tantrum. So... maybe he will repent too? Maybe he wasn't as hard as it seems? Also because why get angry, when you already know she's clever and will definitely win your stupid game?

No idea, but I cannot wait to hear how things will go. And considering Mr. Rivera-Herrans' speed in releasing the sagas, I bet the next one will come out sooner than we think.

Wow, only two sagas left...

[quinloki]

Kinktober 2023 - Day 24

Today we're going to get a little... Beastly.

Character: Sir Crocodile Reader: never explicitly stated, but cis-fem implied Notes: This is part of @nagumoan's Dance with the Dead Collab.

Warnings: dubious consent, reader's submission is an act of preservation in the face of an unnatural beast, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, breath play, primal play, monster fucking, rough sex, 18+

Summary: You caught sight of him on accident the first time, but the half dozen times after were on purpose. One night the stars, or rather, the moon aligns, and you're caught for your transgressions. -:- 3,186 words

Haunted

You knew you shouldn’t be doing it. You knew from the first time you did so accidentally, but there was just something so captivating about it that you couldn’t help yourself.

It was kind of your guilty pleasure, and at the same time you knew it was wrong.

But he was so beautiful.

The leader of your Family was Sir Crocodile. A ruthless mafia don, and probably the most powerful person you would ever know. No one dared to oppose him, and every attempt to remove him from his position at the head of the family had ended in his favor. He was cold, calculating, enduring, and in many ways utterly terrifying.

But in the dark night air, coming out of the hot springs, he was beautiful. The moonlight glistened on his skin, and the water seemed to cling to him as he stood and exited the bath. It took your breath away every time, and it was so mesmerizing that the first time you’d accidentally seen him, you hadn’t even had the good sense to think about looking away.

Ever since that first time you couldn’t get him out of your head. The image was burned into your mind, but it was never quite vivid enough. It wasn’t ever quite strong enough to sate your need.

And so you returned some weeks later, and were blessed a second time.

A third time.

Every time it was better. No matter how many days or weeks went by, it was like the gods had blessed you despite the wrongness of it all. The sky was clear, the moon was out – not enough to betray you to the man himself, but enough to caress his skin. To shimmer and glisten over muscles and a build that would make the gods jealous.

The scar across his face, the missing hand, none of it detracted from the scene before you. The way his black hair flowed against his shoulders, the bored look that was relaxed from what you usually saw during the day. It was all perfect.

It was almost more like an act of worship, than an act of thievery. If you were brave enough, you’d expose yourself and your transgressions and fall to your knees to worship at the church that was Sir Crocodile.

You should be sure you were right with your maker though, if you were going to do such a thing. It would probably be your first and last confession.

You lost track of how long your little crime went on, but one night the gods weren’t so kind.

The moon was full, full as it ever was, and seemed even a little bigger than usual. They called it a super moon, or something, you hadn’t really paid much attention to it. Your mind was already in your little nest, and after a couple hours you were there entirely.

At some point you’d started watching him from the beginning of the evening to the end of it. Usually he came out to the springs with Mr. One, or other officers in the Family, but tonight he was on his own from the start.

Something looked a little different, but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. His eyes seemed a little wider, a little more pronounced and easier to see, even from this distance. The chiseled muscles that reflected the moonlight so beautifully when they were wet already seemed to shimmer under the pale light.

When he slipped into the hot spring however, you weren’t sure if you were hallucinating or not. His body cracked and twisted, fingers webbing, scales blooming all along his skin, a long reptilian tail forming behind him. It was like a mix of stories about werebeasts and mermaids.

His lower half changed a lot more than his upper half, but all of him was different. The moniker of Crocodile fit him far better now than it ever had before, the long-fanged smile that split his face showed impossibly sharp teeth that reflected more of the moonlight than you’d ever seen before.

You knew the boss had secrets, but you hadn’t ever expected this.

You couldn’t hear much over the pounding of your own heart. Your blood was rushing through your body in a mix of fear, awe, elation, and something else. You weren’t sure what. Was he suddenly more attractive to you now than before? Were you hoping to get caught?

Honestly, part of you was expecting to wake up in an infirmary with someone telling you your dumb ass fell out of the tree and brained yourself on the path stones. In a sort of, we brought you back but now the boss is going to kill you, way.

“You know,” Crocodile begins to talk and your entire existence freezes, from your body to your soul. He’s not looking at you, but you’re already positive that he is talking to you. “I was certain I had an uninvited guest for some time now.”

His words were smooth, almost hypnotizing. More melodic than they usually were, but somehow deeper and more coarse at the same time. The difference rattled around in your brain as you held your breath and waited for him to continue.

“Whoever it was, they never seem to slink around when the moon was truly full. Always keeping to the best shadows, always having incredible patience and luck.” He takes a deep drag on a cigar, and you realize you didn’t even see him pull one out and light it in the first place. Heavy clouds of smoke fill the immediate area around him and he smiles.

“But now I can smell you. The blood in your veins, the fear on your skin, the desire between your thighs.” He takes another long drag, eyes scanning the trees, trying to see you, but even with the full moon there’s still enough darkness in your spot to keep you safe. For now. “I’m going to relax for a little while longer, little rabbit. No matter how much noise you make, I’ll give you until I finish this cigar before I begin to hunt you.”

You swallowed thickly, hanging on his every word, holding completely still to be sure he had said everything he wanted to.

“Amuse me, and you may just survive to the next full moon.”

That was all the knowledge you needed. Like a bullet from a gun, you bolted from your hiding spot and tore through the forest with all the speed and skill you could muster. You were a city slicker more than anything else, but your time with the Family and on the grounds gave you more of an advantage than you would’ve had otherwise. After a minute you did manage to calm yourself enough to not run quite so recklessly.

You didn’t slow down much, however, but you did change from a straight path to something a little trickier. You found rocks to vault from, and branches to swing from. Solid path rocks let you cover ground without leaving footprints in the mud, and in a few places you rubbed up against a tree or boulder to leave, you hoped, your scent on it, before kicking off in a different direction.

He said he could smell you, but you didn’t know exactly how precise that was, so you hoped the intentional patches would at least slow him down. You didn’t know how fast crocodiles could travel over land, you only remember reading something about it being fast enough that humans couldn’t outrun them.

That knowledge might not have mattered anyway. How fast did a were-crocodile travel? How did it travel? Would he change back once he was out of the water? Would he turn into something even more beast and less man?

Most importantly, how did you entertain someone like him?

More than eluding him, more than running from him, the whole point seemed to be entertainment. But you didn’t know what he enjoyed, you weren’t that close to him, you weren’t that high up in the Family. Most of your interactions with him happened with everyone else around.

Turning wide you did the only thing you could think to do.

Pulling off your shirt you balled it up and threw it as far as you could, continuing your long lazy wide turn back toward the grounds. You knew he was going to find you, all you were trying to do was buy yourself enough time.

It was a shot in the dark, whether your mad plan would work or not, but if it didn’t, then at least you would go out in a way you’d be okay with. You hoped, at least.

Once you were on a solid path back toward the springs, you pulled your shoes and socks off as fast as you could. Chucking the shoes you wiped the socks against your sweaty skin and balled them up, tossing them into a section of bushes. With a little luck he might think you were hiding behind them and pause long enough to stalk you, buying you another precious minute or two.

Once the hot spring was in sight you slowed down, jogging a couple steps and catching your breath as you came to a steady walk.

Pulling your pants off you let them fall onto the flat stones, not tossing them aside or anything else. You did the same with your bra, unhooking it and dropping it onto the path, and finally your underwear just before the gate. Stepping into the empty hot spring area properly, you turned to the spring itself.

This was his. By invitation only. Even if he wasn’t some strange beast, changed and ravenous beneath the moonlight, to intrude on the boss was dangerous. But what else did you have left at this point, aside from audacity and worship?

Walking slowly into the pool you forced yourself to feel and appreciate every step. It might be the last thing you do in this life, you should enjoy it fully. The water was comfortably warm, and grew warmer the deeper you went. It felt good against your skin, and if the drops of water had reached out and began to caress you, you wouldn’t have been surprised.

After tonight, you weren’t sure there was much left to surprise you.

You moved to the deepest part of the springs you could reach, and still keep your feet on the bottom and your head above water. After watching Sir Crocodile change earlier, you imagined that the springs went even deeper specifically for him.

Looking up at the moon you let yourself go blank. You admired the moon, how bright it was, how black the sky was, how cool the air was against your face while the rest of your body was enveloped by the hot springs. You tried to let your worries and fears float away. No matter how things went, you wanted to remain calm for as long as you could.

Time became irrelevant, but eventually you heard him. Heavy steps against the paving stones, to the rhythm of something with more than two feet, and the soft scraping sound of scales as you were certain his tail was trailing behind him. You didn’t turn to look, but you lowered your gaze away from the moon and stayed still in the spring.

Still, as the steps slowly drew closer.

Still, as the soft rumbling growl beat against the stones like a purr.

Still, as you felt the water shiver when he smoothly slipped into it.

Still, as the sensation of being stalked became so overwhelming you almost moved.

A twitch of your toes stops him, but when you don’t move again, he continues to draw closer. You can hear that growling purr in his throat, dancing along the surface of the water to lick against your skin.

“Of all the people in my organization,” he begins, his voice is even, low, almost amused, but so very commanding. “I wouldn’t have expected you to be so brazen.”

You can feel him directly behind you, hotter than the water, an arm curling around your form without touching you, hot wet breath against your neck, and that deep voice slipping straight into your ear. He could rip out your throat if he so desired, you had no hope of escape at this point.

“You led me on a fair chase, little rabbit.” The sound of his voice slips into your ear, but the words lick against your thigh. “Desperation without intelligence is no fun,” he continues, breath against your neck, words pressed heavy along your hips. “I really thought I had you a couple of times.”

His fingers brush against your neck as his words drip down your back. The soft touch mixed with the smile in his tone pulled a quiet, shivered gasp from you, but you stayed still.

“You were doing so well, and I find you here.” His voice is amused as his finger slips over your lips. “Tell me why, little rabbit.”

“Apology, atonement, acceptance.” You say softly, a mantra of the Family. The right of the Boss to forgive transgressions when proper steps were followed. Usually a matter of honor, but in this case, more a plea for leniency.

“Mmm… proper entertainment was the apology, then.” He hums as his hand slips down your throat and under the water. His fingers against your skin become scaled, and clawed, and you can feel the sharp edges dance along your flesh with such care. As long as you didn’t move you wouldn’t bleed. “And your atonement is this,” he slips his clawed fingers into your bush, growling softly as you suck in a breath. “Offering?”

You nod carefully. “All I have is myself, boss.” You admit.

“Mm.”

His arms wrap around you, lifting you out of the water as he stands, pressing your body against his. You can feel the lines of his chest and the hardness of his body, but more than that are the scales that press against you. Scales, and not flesh, cooler to the touch than the warmth you expected, but not cold.

His handless arm is across your chest, holding you in place, and his fingers are pushing between your folds. He’s careful with his claws, and you spread your legs wide as you can, pressing your feet against what you assumed were scaled thighs. You didn’t dare to look around, struggle or even beg.

An offering didn’t come with limitations or stipulations.

When his rough finger began to tease your clit your hands went up to the arm holding you in place, and you let out a gasp.

“Let me hear you, little rabbit.” His words are soothing in your ear, almost relaxing. “Tell me when you’re close. Cry if it hurts.” His teeth, too long, too sharp, drag against your skin, heavy tongue pressing into your flesh. “Do not dare to beg me to stop.” Teeth and lips nip at the curve of your ear. “Beg, only, for more.” He growls, and you feel the first moment of panic as the hard, hot, slimy member presses against your slit.

Smooth, bumpy, and so slick it rolls over you so easily. You don’t fight the whimpers and moans as his cock ruts against you, teasing your clit with strange sensations. It doesn’t feel right, but it doesn’t feel wrong or impossible. You look up to the moon again, letting your body relax as much as it can, trying to let the pleasure override any other concerns you have rising up in you.

“Beg, little rabbit.” He growls, forcing you to focus on him and the moment, and not the moon. “Make me believe you want it.”

“Please… Please boss, use-URK!” His hand tightens around your throat and for a moment you can’t breathe.

“My name, rabbit.” He asserts releasing his iron grip and licking your neck as you catch your breath and compose yourself.

“C-Crocodile, sir, please, please…. I want… I want you to fill me up. Use, use my body, and let – let me scream for you.” You stammer, despite your efforts, faced with details you hadn’t expected.

“Fear of the unknown is normal,” he purrs, sinking back down into the water with you. His thick cock pushes against you as the water rises to your waist. He leans back, angling you with him as he starts to slowly push into you. “Don’t panic too much, little rabbit, or you won’t survive.”

He continues to move until he’s underwater entirely, and the only part of you still above water is your face. Water up to your ears, nothing but the moon in your eyes as he stretches you, going deeper and deeper until you can’t imagine there’s any more room in your cunt to accommodate him. You feel him widen, and the steady push stops, resting you against the impossibly large knot.

He pulls out, and back in. Slowly, oh so slowly, and the pleasure of it is almost alien, but it is pleasurable. His tail, you think, is around your waist, your wrists in his hand. You are where you are, as you are, by his will alone.

The thrusts speed up, and the angle and the push tilts you, putting your eyes underwater for a second before you’re back where you were, and you remember his words. If you panic, you’ll choke on the water, and he won’t be so kind as to let you recover.

It takes you a moment to get a feel for the water and his thrusts, but after a moment you’ve learned when to breathe. With your body focused on the need to keep your lungs full, you have no defense against him. Pleasure pools deep in your gut from sensations both strange and skilled.

The first time your body tenses and you start to cry out his name he lifts you both above water for a moment, holding you against his chest and teasing your clit. He’s relentless in his pace until you’re screaming your thanks for being allowed to cum, body taut and just as you start to come down from your high, he growls a warning in your ear.

A second before you’re pulled under you take a deep breath, as he twists, pinning your body to the floor of the spring and railing you so hard you can barely keep air in your lungs as each thrust pushes bubbles of precious oxygen out of you. Fear grips you as your lungs burn, but the thrusts drive into you erratically and you force yourself to hold on.

A strange warmth inside you is the only sensation you feel as he pulls you from the floor and brings you to the surface. Gasping and sputtering you begin to say thank you as soon as you can find your voice. Thank you for letting you cum, thank you for filling you up, thank you for not drowning you.

You feel him start to move again, and whimper, but you don’t say anything against it. Just please more, please again.

“Please Sir Crocodile.”

[godsfavdarling]

chapter 04

pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!oc

summary: Molly and Spencer share a heartfelt dinner at her place.

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warnings: none for this chapter

words: 3,3k

Monday at the school found Molly in an exceptionally giddy state. From the moment she woke up, a perpetual smile graced her face, and an undeniable air of joy surrounded her. Her laughter was infectious, and even the mundane tasks seemed to take on a new light as she moved through the corridors.

Sarah and Regina, noticing their colleague's even more than usual, peppy steps, exchanged curious glances. "What's up with Molly today? Did she win the lottery or something? She's practically glowing. Did something exciting happen over the weekend?" Sarah whispered to Regina.

Regina smirked, "I have no idea, but whatever it is, I want in on the secret."

As Molly passed by, her friends couldn't help but comment on the evident change in her demeanor. "Molly, what's going on? You're practically radiating happiness today. What's putting that sparkle in your eyes?" Sarah remarked.

Molly, a bit bashful but unable to contain her excitement, began, "Well, you know that guy... Spencer I mentioned? The one I met at the baby shower last week."

Sarah raised an eyebrow, "The FBI guy?"

Molly nodded, her smile growing, "Yes, him. Well, we went out for breakfast yesterday, and it was amazing. I've never met someone so... intelligent and... kind. It was like talking to someone from a different world!"

Regina leaned in, "Details, Molly!"

Molly chuckled, "Okay, okay. So, we met at this cute little cafe, and we talked for hours. Spencer is not just smart... he is genuine and caring. It felt like we connected on a whole different level. And, oh, his smile... it was just..."

Sarah interrupted with a smirk, "Wait, wait. Are you saying you are into this guy?"

Molly nodded with a blush, "Yeah, I think I might be. It was just different, you know? I can't stop thinking about him, and yesterday was like a dream."

Regina grinned, "Well, it sounds like you finally found something special!"

Unable to contain her enthusiasm, Molly eagerly shared more about her time with Spencer with Sarah and Regina.

"You wouldn't believe how amazing he is," she gushed. "First off, his intellect is just...wow. We talked about everything, from literature to science, and it felt like our minds were... dancing together. And there was this warmth about him that was so inviting."

Sarah raised an eyebrow, "Sounds like you hit the jackpot."

Molly nodded, "Oh, there's more. His sense of humor! We laughed so much. And his smile... It was like a ray of sunshine. I'd never met someone so... captivating."

"He has this endearing way of talking, always sharing fascinating facts. And his eyes! They light up when he is passionate about something! It was like you could see the excitement in every word he said!"

Sarah and Regina, completely captivated by Molly's description of Spencer, exchanged enthusiastic glances. Regina exclaimed, "Molly, he sounds out of this world! We absolutely have to meet this mystery man one day!"

Sarah nodded in agreement, "Seriously! If he is half as amazing as you are describing, we need to make this happen. Double... or rather throuple date... maybe?"

Regina, with a worried expression and a hint of "ew" in her eyes, responded, "No, Sarah. Not that." Their shared laughter filled the room.

Molly, her excitement contagious, laughed, "Absolutely! You two are going to love him. It is like he stepped out of a dream or something."

..............................

JJ and Derek, seated at the BAU, exchanged glances as they discussed their latest case. The conversation took a turn when Derek brought up Spencer's recent call on Saturday.

Derek, leaning in with a sly smile, asked JJ, "Hey, did you hear Spencer's Saturday call? I overheard something about a coffee date."

JJ raised an eyebrow, intrigued, "Coffee date? Our Reid? Are you sure about that?"

Derek nodded, "Yeah, I heard him talking about it. Apparently, he met someone at your baby shower. A woman named Molly. Do you know anything about her?"

JJ, with a warm smile, added to the revelation, "I absolutely love Molly! I don't know her very well though. She is giving piano lessons to Henry. She is absolutely wonderful. Sweet, patient, and just extraordinary with kids. Henry adores her!"

As JJ finished her praise for Molly, Spencer walked into the room, greeting Derek and JJ. Derek, always ready for a chance to gather information, seized the opportunity. 

With a sly grin, he turned to Spencer, "So, Reid, heard you had a coffee date on Sunday. Care to share the juicy details? How's Molly doing?"

Spencer, aware that his personal life had become the topic of discussion, tried to downplay it, "Oh, we just had breakfast, Morgan. Nothing too exciting."

Derek, undeterred, persisted, "Come on, man. You've got JJ singing Molly's praises. What's the real deal?"

JJ, with a mischievous twinkle in her eye, chimed in, "Spence, we're just curious. How did it go?"

Spencer, settling into his desk chair, decided to open up a bit about Molly. With a thoughtful expression, he began, "She's an elementary school teacher, gives piano lessons, and just an extraordinary person overall."

Derek, always eager for details, leaned in, "That's a good start, Reid. What else?"

Spencer continued, "She is... quite remarkable. I've never met someone with such a genuine passion for life. She's incredibly kind... and sweet."

Reflecting on his time with Molly, he smiled and added, "You know... being around her felt like standing in a sunbeam. There is this warmth, this genuine joy that she brings... It is refreshing."

Derek, teasingly, remarked, "Reid, are you saying you found your own little sunshine?"

Spencer, a bit bashful, nodded, "Maybe. It's just... different. In a good way. It's still early, but there's something special about her. We'll see where it goes."

JJ, intrigued and supportive, leaned in with a teasing smile, "So, Spencer, when are you guys seeing each other again?"

Spencer, a hint of excitement in his eyes, responded, "Actually, today. I wanted to make sure we get to spend more time together. You know how it is... we can get called on a case anytime, and I don't want to waste any opportunity."

JJ, with a knowing grin, added, "That's a smart move... So, what's the plan?"

Spencer chuckled, "Well, she's an amazing cook apparently, and she invited me for dinner at her place."

Derek, unable to resist a cheeky comment, whistled playfully, "Dinner at her place, huh? That can lead to some steamy situations. You sly dog."

Spencer, slightly blushing, rolled his eyes and mumbled, "Morgan, come on, cut it out. It's just dinner, not... you know. We're taking it slow."

Derek, enjoying the opportunity to tease, smirked, "Oh, come on, Reid. We're just having a bit of fun."

JJ, sensing Spencer's discomfort, joined in, "Yeah, Morgan, give the guy a break. Let him enjoy his dinner in peace."

Spencer, still slightly embarrassed, added with a playful eye-roll, "Seriously, guys, enough. Let's focus on work. And, Derek, I don't need commentary on my personal life."

Spencer, attempting to shift his focus back to the paperwork in front of him, found his thoughts inevitably drifting back to Molly. Despite his best efforts, he couldn't seem to shake the lingering images of their time together.

Derek, noticing Spencer's distracted state, smirked, "Paperwork not stimulating enough for you today?"

Spencer, trying to maintain his composure, replied, "Just a lot on my mind. Cases and... other things."

JJ, with a knowing smile, added, "Well, I hope the 'other things' involve a certain someone and not just the usual statistics and facts."

Spencer, with a subtle grin, nodded, "Yeah, you could say that."

.......................

After concluding her classes for the day, Molly headed straight to the grocery store, picking up ingredients for her favorite pasta with spinach. The decision to make this particular dish was intentional; she wanted it to be a special treat for both herself and Spencer, who was to come to her place at 7 pm.

Upon arriving home, Molly transformed her kitchen into a haven of culinary delights. She finely chopped vegetables, prepared the sauce, and opened a bottle of white wine to enhance the flavors of the dish. The tantalizing aroma filled her apartment, creating an ambiance of warmth and anticipation.

As she moved around her kitchen, Molly couldn't help but think about the evening ahead. She set the table with care, choosing a spot where they could enjoy the homemade meal together. Her place carried a cozy charm that she hoped Spencer would appreciate - a snapshot of her busy and vibrant life.

Glancing around her place, Molly noticed that it wasn't perfectly tidy. Various items were scattered around, and there was an air of lived-in charm. She hadn't had the time to clean thoroughly, but she hoped Spencer wouldn't mind. There was a certain authenticity to her home.

The pasta was cooking, the wine was breathing and Molly couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nerves. She took a sip of her wine, anticipating the evening ahead with Spencer.

As Molly heard the distinct knock on her door, signaling Spencer's arrival, she realized that time had slipped away, and she hadn't had a moment to change into something more presentable.

With a resigned smile, she decided to go with the flow and welcome him as she was, still adorned in the gray wide-leg pants and a white blouse with ruffles that she had put on early in the morning. Her hair, styled in a claw clip, added a touch of casual charm to her overall look.

Hurrying to the door, Molly took a deep breath to compose herself before opening it to Spencer. She greeted him with a warm smile, hoping he wouldn't mind her lack of wardrobe change. The scent of the pasta and the inviting ambiance of her apartment embraced them.

As Spencer greeted Molly at the door, he held out a beautiful bouquet of her favorite flowers - carnations. A genuine smile played on his lips as he handed her the carefully arranged blooms. 

Molly's eyes lit up with surprise and delight, realizing that Spencer had remembered her fondness for carnations.

"Hello, Molly," Spencer greeted, his tone warm and friendly. "I thought these might brighten up your evening."

Molly, touched by the thoughtful gesture, accepted the bouquet with gratitude. "Spencer, these are beautiful! How did you know that carnations are my favorite?"

Spencer chuckled, "You mentioned them yesterday when we were at the cafe. You saw a woman through the window, carrying them and you said that they are your favorite, and it seemed like a good idea."

Molly, taken aback by the thoughtful gesture of the carnation bouquet, found herself momentarily speechless. Spencer had already gifted her a book yesterday, and now these beautiful flowers. She couldn't help but wonder why he was putting in so much effort.

"You really didn't have to, Spencer," she said, a hint of amazement in her voice.

Spencer, with a sincere smile, replied, "I know I didn't have to, but I wanted to. Consider it a small token of appreciation for the wonderful time we spent together."

"Well, thank you! I love them! Come on in!" Molly invited with a warm smile, holding the bouquet in one hand. "I'm just going to grab a vase for these. Make yourself at home."

As he stepped into her apartment, Molly disappeared briefly into the kitchen.

Spencer, standing in her living space, looked around uncertainly, unsure where to settle. Molly returned with the vase for the carnations and noticed his wariness.

"Make yourself comfortable! We can sit at the table," she suggested, gesturing towards the inviting dining area.

As they both took their seats, Molly, with a warm smile, asked, "Would you like a glass of wine?"

Spencer, politely declining, replied, "No, thank you. I don't drink."

A flicker of concern crossed Molly's face as she recalled adding wine to the pasta sauce. "Oh, I put some wine in the sauce. I didn't know," she said, a hint of worry in her voice.

Spencer reassured her, "It's absolutely fine. Don't worry about it." Taking notice of Molly's concern about the wine in the sauce, Spencer offered a reassuring explanation, "The alcohol in the wine actually completely evaporates during the cooking process. What's left is just the flavor it imparts to the dish. It won't be an issue."

"Right, of course. I just got worried... I didn't know you..." Molly admitted, her concern evident in her voice.

Spencer, still sensing her unease, offered a reassuring smile, "It's okay, Molly. I appreciate your concern but I'm perfectly fine with it."

As Molly observed Spencer's refusal of wine and his calm explanation about the cooking process, her mind began to wander, subtly wondering about his relationship with alcohol.

However, understanding the delicate nature of the topic, especially given the early stage of their relationship, she hesitated to delve into such personal matters.

As Molly rose from the table to fetch the food from the kitchen, Spencer, ever polite, offered, "Do you need any help in there?"

She smiled appreciatively and declined, "No, it's alright. I've got it covered."

As Spencer sat in Molly's apartment, he was greeted by a living space that seamlessly connected to the kitchen on the right. The interior exuded a cozy and eclectic charm, with a mix of patterns and colors that had effortlessly blended together.

The living room featured a comfortable couch and two armchairs, strategically arranged around a coffee table. The patterns on the upholstery, throw pillows, and blankets were diverse yet harmonious, creating an inviting and lively atmosphere. Warm tones dominated the color palette, with pinks and oranges adding a lot of vibrancy to the space.

Against one wall, a TV stood as the focal point, surrounded by shelves and tables adorned with an assortment of personal items. Books, framed photos, and decorative objects found a place on these surfaces, telling the story of Molly's life.

On the left side of Molly's living space, two doors hinted at the private realms of her apartment. The first door likely led to her bedroom, and the second door likely concealed the bathroom.

A table in the center of the living area served as a gathering spot, where Molly and Spencer had sat.

After Molly and Spencer finished their meal, the aroma of the homemade dinner lingered in the air as they cleared the table together. The clinking of utensils and soft laughter filled Molly's cozy apartment.

Once the kitchen was in order, they migrated to the living room, where Molly's inviting couch awaited them. The room was adorned with eclectic decor, showcasing her love for art and storytelling. 

The soft glow of fairy lights created a warm and intimate ambiance, casting a gentle illumination on the walls adorned with movie posters and bookshelves filled with novels of various genres.

As they settled onto the plush cushions, Spencer suggested they continue their discussion about movies, a topic that had sparked their connection during dinner. 

Molly, with her extensive film knowledge, shared anecdotes and trivia, while Spencer, more inclined towards sci-fi, offered insights into futuristic worlds and alternate realities.

The decision to watch a movie came naturally, and as they scrolled through the options, Molly settled on "Before Sunrise." Throughout the movie, laughter and shared glances filled the room, creating an unspoken bond between Molly and Spencer.

As the credits rolled, leaving a lingering sense of contemplation in the air, Molly turned to Spencer and posed the question, "What did you think?"

Spencer leaned back on the cozy couch, contemplating the film they had just watched. The room was bathed in the soft glow of the TV screen, creating an intimate atmosphere.

"Well," Spencer began, a thoughtful expression on her face. "I never expected a romance film to be so... captivating. The way they explored the depth of connection and the transient nature of life... It was beautiful. I usually go for more... nerdy narratives, but this was amazing."

Molly nodded, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. There's something about the simplicity of two people wandering through a city and sharing their thoughts. It's like a snapshot of life, isn't it?"

Spencer chuckled, adjusting her position on the couch. "Yeah, it was refreshing. I guess I've been too caught up in intergalactic adventures and dystopian futures."

"You have a knack for picking movies, Molly. Maybe we should do this more often."

Molly grinned, appreciating the compliment. "I'd be honored to be your movie guide anytime. There's a whole world of films out there waiting to be explored. But next time we're watching your pick, and you better make it good. I'm counting on some mind-bending sci-fi or an epic adventure. Impress me!"

Spencer chuckled, meeting Molly's challenge with a determined expression. "Oh, you're in for a treat. Get ready for a cinematic journey like no other! I've got just the movie in mind."

The warm night air of May beckoned Molly and Spencer to venture outside, breaking away from the cozy confines of Molly's apartment. 

They decided to take a leisurely walk, allowing the gentle breeze to carry their conversation through the streets. The city had a lively energy, with distant sounds of laughter and the occasional hum of traffic creating a backdrop for their evening excursion.

As they strolled along, Molly and Spencer found themselves immersed in a casual exchange of stories and shared experiences. 

The glow of streetlights cast a soft ambiance on the sidewalks, and the fragrance of blooming flowers added a pleasant touch to the atmosphere. 

Not far from Molly's apartment, they stumbled upon a charming ice cream shop. The colorful lights and the tantalizing aroma of sweet treats beckoned them inside. Excitement filled the air as they perused the array of flavors, playfully debating which ones to try.

With ice cream cones in hand, Molly and Spencer continued their walk, savoring each delicious bite as they meandered through the illuminated streets.

As they strolled back towards Molly's apartment, the city's nocturnal charm enveloped them. Spencer, feeling a sense of responsibility, insisted on walking Molly home, ensuring she arrived safely.

His genuine concern for her well-being added a layer of warmth to the evening. They approached Molly's apartment building, the familiar sight of a big red door greeting them at the entrance.

As they reached Molly's doorstep she said: "Thanks, Spencer. It's been a wonderful evening."

As they stood on the threshold of parting ways, their hands brushed against each other gently, a fleeting yet electrifying connection. The subtle touch lingered in the air. Spencer, though reluctant to say goodbye, knew it was time for him to catch the metro.

"Take care, Molly," Spencer said, his voice carrying a sincere tone. "Text me when you're upstairs, so I know you're okay."

Molly nodded, appreciating the consideration. "I will. And thanks again for walking me home. It means a lot."

She couldn't help but feel a subtle tension in the air. Their eyes locked, holding in their breaths. Molly sensed a hint of hesitation in Spencer, a gentleman who valued respect and courtesy to his own fault.

As Spencer prepared to bid her goodnight, Molly, guided by a newfound boldness, stepped a bit closer. Their eyes remained fixed on each other, and in that fleeting silence, Molly's heart raced.

In an instinctive move, her gaze drifted to Spencer's lips. She kept her eyes on them for a moment, silently encouraging him, her unspoken wish echoing in the space between them. 

The atmosphere seemed charged with electricity. Spencer met Molly's eyes with a mixture of surprise and appreciation.

As the moment lingered, Spencer took a subtle step closer and fueled by a surge of courage, closed the distance between them. His lips met Molly's in a gentle kiss.

Molly, initially surprised by the bold move, melted into the kiss, savoring the tenderness.

He cupped her face gently with his hands. His fingers traced the contours of her cheek as he deepened the kiss. Molly, surrendering to the moment, intertwined her fingers with Spencer's, the gentle touch sending shivers down her spine.

Spencer's thumb brushed softly against her cheek, his lips exploring hers with hunger.

Molly's hands found their way to Spencer's shoulders, fingers gently grazing the fabric of his shirt.

Spencer's lips, soft and tender, conveyed a warmth that Molly had never felt before. Each kiss was delicate, leaving a lingering sweetness. 

His hands, with a touch as soft as moonlight, cradled Molly's face. The texture of his skin, smooth and comforting, added to the enchantment of the moment, leaving Molly breathless and captivated by the soft allure of Spencer's touch.

As their lips parted, a breathless silence enveloped them. Spencer looked into Molly's eyes, his expression a blend of sincerity and desire.

With a tender smile, he whispered, "Goodnight, Molly,".

[st-kitten]

“cinnamon girl"

MIGUEL O'HARA x READER warnings: none that disastrous, mention of piercings, biting and blood (harmless, but hot) words: 2,598

Miguel is busy working, trying to focus on tasks at hand when you walk in the office space and suddenly, all he can think about is why you smell so good. He can’t get your fragrance out of his mind, which drives him to give in to his infatuation…

As Miguel sat diligently at his desk in the bustling headquarters of the Spider Society, he immersed himself in his work. Surrounded by the hum of activity and the glow of computer screens, he focused intently on the tasks at hand. With his attention fixed on the reports and footage in front of him, Miguel was determined to meet his self-imposed deadlines and excel in stabilising the multiverse.

Behind him, Jess and Gwen discussed their latest mission. As radiant as ever, Jess flaunted her expertise on Gwen, who absorbed every last detail with admiring eyes gawking at her. Somewhere in the corner, Pavitr and Hobie lurked in the shadows, contemplating yet another political firecracker Hobie had ignited between the two. Peter sat on one of the couches, exhausted from having to run after Mayday, who had been confined to her seat surrounded by a labyrinth of webs. The hubbub was lively, and somewhat productive.

Miguel hoped for a break in the stagnancy. He reminded Lyla to send alerts to everyone, instructing them to work, but to no avail. It seemed that everyone had taken one long break. Well, everyone except Miguel, who had not rested for two whole nights, his eyes half-lidded and brow tensed.

But amidst the controlled chaos of the office, something unexpected disrupted his concentration. A delicate fragrance, sweet and intoxicating, began to waft through the air, catching the attention of his spidey senses like a gentle whisper. The scent was so enchanting, so captivating, that it transported his thoughts to a place far removed from the monotony of his workplace. The aroma of cinnamon, coconut, and vanilla trickled through his nose and smudged his mind into a fog of nothing.

Intrigued by the allure of the aroma, Miguel glanced around, trying to discern its origin. He followed the scent with his senses, his focus shifting away from the computer screen and onto the ethereal fragrance. It seemed to be emanating from the far end of the office, teasing him with its enigmatic presence.

You walked in, eyes fixed on your iPad, tapping away furiously, as if racing towards the finish line. You could barely see what or who was in front of you and bumped into Gwen, pushing her into Jess, which Gwen obviously didn't mind.

"Honey, watch where you're going, yeah? One of these days, you're going to leap of some edge..." Jess muttered affectionately.

Redirecting yourself, you began walking in the other direction, almost missing the corner of the coffee table, which Peter managed to cover and soften with a blob of web.

Miguel watched you from his vantage point, wading through the numerous obstacles, including Pavitr and Hobie who had managed to hold themselves in some unsolicitedly intricate Yoga pose. As if under a spell, his mind wandered, captivated by the intoxicating scent that seemed to possess a magnetic pull over him. His eyes glazed over you, no longer registering the rows of desks or the symphony of typing keyboards. Instead, his imagination conjured images. Images he never would've visualised were it not for the fact that after all these months of you working for him, he hadn't notice how beautiful you were. Was it your perfume? Or did it just take him this long to fully notice you.

Miguel had spent countless hours working side by side with you. You shared the same office space, exchanged occasional pleasantries, and collaborated on projects. You'd helped him analyse data and organise it. He had never seen you. He simply took you for another helper. You, a human, hired for your impeccable work ethic and skills, were simply a resource to him. But all that changed when he saw you in your element. Did you always smell this great?

It was as if a veil had been lifted, revealing a captivating sight he had somehow overlooked. Your silky, flowing hair cascaded gracefully through a ponytail, framing a face that radiated warmth and intelligence. Your eyes, deep and expressive, looked so sensual whenever they focused on something. The way you would bite your lip when you came across information you didn't understand, the way you'd tuck strands of hair behind your face, but they'd never stay there, the was your neck arched to look up at the screens, revealing your collarbones and the pearls that rested on them, the way your loose buttoned up tops would slightly give away the view inside, the way your your trousers hugged your curves perfectly, the arch of your feet when you took off your shoes to sit comfortably on the couch now made Miguel mesmerised and entranced. He marvelled at how he had been blind to this captivating presence for so long, consumed by the mundane routines of their shared workspace.

As Miguel watched you interact with colleagues, he noticed the genuine kindness that infused your conversations. You effortlessly put others at ease with your compassionate words and infectious laughter. The more he observed, the deeper he fell under your spell, unable to tear his eyes away from your captivating aura.

Yet, even as his heart soared, doubt crept in. Miguel wondered if his sudden infatuation was a fleeting illusion, a trick played by his own desires. Maybe he was just exhausted and needed to sleep.

Shaking his head, he forced himself to look away from you and went back to work. Surely the multiverse was more important than his momentary crush on you.

As the day wore on, Miguel's infatuation with you continued to grow, his thoughts consumed by your presence. Feeling the need for a brief respite, he decided to take a quick water break, hoping to clear his mind and regain focus. He made his way to the lobby, where a small coffee cart stood, offering a momentary escape from the office routine.

As Miguel approached the cart, his attention was diverted by a figure standing nearby. It was you, engaged in a conversation with another colleague. Something about your demeanour caught his eye, a certain grace that commanded attention.

"Ay, dios mío, por favor..." he mumbled to himself, palming his creased forehead.

You looked back, glad to see Miguel out of his seat. You were hoping he would take breaks more often. The man worked for 24 hours. If a day was made up of 38, he would work for 38 hours.

"It's nice to see you out here... in the plebeian world..." you said jokingly, not meaning to practically throw it at his face.

Miguel didn't know whether to reply or to claw away at the walls and escape. Even your voice was a delight to hear. It was like you aroused all five of his senses. Slowly, he made his way to you, hoping to chug the whole water canister and not speak for God forbid what comes out of his mouth if he's left to his own devices.

The colleague who was with you took one look at a fatigued Miguel, said God's name, and chose to march in the opposite direction.

"What would you like? Coffee? Tea? Whatever that green thing is at the back?" you asked.

Your perfume. That's what I'd like, he thought to himself.

"Uh... Coffee."

"Milk and sugar?" you asked sweetly.

"Just throw it in," he said. He couldn't take it anymore. The alluring scent of your perfume, it enveloped Miguel's senses, and he couldn't help but inhale deeply, the fragrance permeating every fibre of his being. It was a fragrance so intoxicating, so enticing, that it seemed to possess a magical quality.

He gave in to that tiny part of him and stepped closer, standing behind you, watching you press the buttons on the coffeemaker. AS gently as he could, he lowered his head and breathed in. The combination of cinnamon, coconut, and vanilla in her perfume was an intoxicating symphony that danced around Miguel's senses, leaving him spellbound and yearning for more.

The warmth of cinnamon caressed his olfactory receptors, infusing him with a sense of comfort and familiarity. The spicy notes seemed to ignite a spark within him, igniting a fire of passion and igniting a newfound energy that fuelled his infatuation.

Coconut, with its tropical essence, added a touch of exoticism to the fragrance. As the scent mingled with the air, it invoked a sense of freedom, inviting him to embrace the spontaneity of life and the possibility of new beginnings.

And then there was vanilla, the sweetest and most alluring note of all. Its creamy and comforting aroma wrapped Miguel in a tender embrace, evoking a sense of intimacy and tenderness. It awakened his senses to the depth of his emotions, stirring a yearning for connection and a longing to explore the depths of his infatuation.

How could a stupid perfume make him act like that?

He regained composure and stepped back slightly. He watched you watch the machine pour coffee in a small cup. His eyes fell on your pierced ears. He got a feeling that you liked pain, in an adventurous way. Four piercings were after all a lot.

"Here," you said, handing him his cup. In his hands, the size of it shrunk dramatically.

Miguel took it, his fingers brushing past yours, which didn't help his plan of resistance at all. With each sip he took of that ridiculously sweet beverage, his need to consume you grew. He clutched the cup tightly, hoping his mind would find something else to focus on. He almost wished an anomaly would come and wreck the room. Lost in thoughts, he held the cup so tightly that it broke into pieces, splashing the coffee around and lo-and-behold, on your top.

"Fuck... I-" before he could apologise, you interjected and began dabbing tissues on your chest.

"That's okay. It happens. With you people. I guess. I think. I concur. I'll just... Go to the washroom," you said.

"Yes. This way," Miguel replied, leading you to the nearest washroom. He had no idea why he was going with her. She knew where it was. Why was he with her?

She opened the door to the washroom, walking over to the basin, leaning over it, and splashed some water on her top.

Unbeknownst to him, Miguel had followed her in and now stood behind her, trying his hardest to pull his gaze away from her chest, which was glistening with water droplets.

"You good?" you asked, looking at his reflection in the mirror.

He couldn't resist the temptation any longer. He reached out and took your wrist in his hand, holding it gently but firmly. He lifted it to his nose and took a deep breath, savouring the scent of her perfume. It was intoxicating, and he felt himself getting lost in it.

"What is this?" he asked.

"What?"

"Your perfume. It's fucking ridiculous. Why does it smell so good?"

You let out a soft chuckle. "It's just a body splash... Why-" you couldn't finish your sentence because of what Miguel started to do.

As he held your wrist, he realised how smooth your skin felt against his fingers. He couldn't resist the urge to touch her more. Slowly, he let go of your wrist and placed his hand on her neck, feeling the softness of your skin. He leaned in, inhaling her scent, and felt a rush of desire wash over him. He was going insane over how good you smelled, how smooth your skin felt against his. Feeling your skin rise with goosebumps satisfied the animal in him. Like a bloodhound, he buried his nose in the crook of your neck, inhaling as much as he could, his hand still tenderly caressing your arm, running his fingertips up and down.

He knew he shouldn't be doing this, but he couldn't help himself. She was like a drug to him, and he was addicted. He felt his self-control slipping away, and he knew that he was in danger of losing everything he had worked so hard to achieve. He tried to pull away, to regain his focus, but it was too late. He had already crossed a line, and he couldn't go back.

"Dios mío, hueles tan bien..." he whispered in your ear, feeling you shudder.

He smiled, and continued whispering sweet nothings in your ear. "Eres tan hermosa. No sabes lo que me estás haciendo, verdad?" He closed his eyes and let his body react to you. He snaked his arm around your waist, pulling you closer and trapping you between the basin and his body.

"I have no idea what you're saying but..." you paused to take a deep breath.

"Mmm? Qué pasó, mi chica canela?" his voice reverberated in your ear like a rattling bass and that silenced you from thinking.

You shook your head, and mumbled, "Nothing... don't stop."

"I don't plan to." He leaned in, his lips brushing against yours. You, completely drunk on how Miguel made you feel, responded eagerly, your arms wrapping around his neck as he held you closer.

He couldn't get enough of you, the taste of your lips, the feel of your body against his. As your lips met, a rush of electricity shot through his body. He pulled you closer, leaving next to no space between you, his hands sliding down your back as he deepened the kiss. He untucked your top from your trousers and slowly unbuttoned your shirt.

"Don't throw it on the floor... It's expensive," you muttered in between kisses.

"I'll buy you ten more."

Feeling you smile into the kiss, Miguel growled, his grip on your waist tightening. He was indebted to that coffee stain for he would never have been in this situation were it not for that. As you pulled away for a bare moment, Miguel stared into your eyes, his heart racing. He knew that he was in too deep, that he had gone too far. But he couldn't bring himself to care. All that mattered was you, your scent, your touch, your kiss. He knew that he was putting everything he had worked for at risk, but he couldn't help himself.

"Mierda, quiero morderte, nena..."

"Hmm?" you asked, tilting your head oh so conveniently.

Miguel inhaled sharply and looked up at the ceiling. Did you really just do that? he thought.

He cocked his head and looked down at your innocent face. He wasn't a person who'd ever ask for anyone's permission, but seeing you be so vulnerably beautiful made him do it anyway...

"Can I bite you?"

He half expected you to run away. So, when your eyes glinted with and approving excitement, he was surprised, to say the least. He wasted no time holding your face in his palm and tilting your head, exposing your neck already pampered with his kisses. His dug his fangs into the soft flesh, feeling ecstatic, as if he was transported to another dimension.

All of his senses were heightened. Your perfume, the feel of your skin, you soft gasps, the taste of your blood, and the sight of your figure reacting to him in the mirror, sent Miguel to heaven. You were simply divine.

Miguel O'Hara had never wished for a more opportune break from his work and he was sure to take some more henceforth.

[exouniverse]

Band’s Cut

Pairing: jaehyeong x gn reader

Genre: fluff, birthday fic

Warnings: none, but if any please tell me and I’ll add it.

Summary: The Rose members have seen the subtle sparks flying between Jaehyeong and his acting classmate, but their slow-burn romance only drives them to meddle further and play matchmaker. Will a chance for a confession finally arise at the surprise birthday party that they’ve planned?

Word count: 5.1K+

A/N: I haven’t seen much of The Rose fanfic around, so I hope this reaches as many Black Roses as it can. Also, I have come to accept that the birthday fics will no longer have a limit of words… they simply flow so easily each time that they become longer and longer. Perhaps some will be short, but that will depend on the premise. So, I hope you like this! Happy birthday Jaehyeong!

A little fun fact, “Band’s Cut” refers to the “Director’s Cut” version of a film, but in this case is the members version of how the romance happened (or more like how they “made it happen.”)

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MASTERLIST | MOODBOARD

The members gathered around Woosung's laptop with coffee and water in hand, about to embark on hours of reviewing audition tapes after their casting director's preliminary cuts.

As Woosung hit play on the first file, they settled in for a video marathon. Dojoon diligently took notes on the potential candidates, carefully analyzing their skills and talents. Meanwhile, Hajoon closely observed the performance nuances, paying attention to the finer details.

The casting director did an excellent job selecting the finest dancers, evident from their clean lines and exceptional technique. The actors showcased remarkable skills in delivering emotions and portraying mannerisms. Some triple-threat performers showed great promise and made it onto the list. However, none of them had managed to captivate all the members with an overwhelming sense of fascination.

Jaehyeong doodled absently, almost lost in the poodle dog playing with a ball that he drew in the corner of his notes. It was the first word you spoke that made him look back up at the laptop, the words melting in his ears.

The members were deeply moved by every gesture and glance throughout your audition. Every minute of your performance left a lasting impact, and even after it was over, the essence of your talent lingered in their minds, preventing them from even moving on to the next audition tape.

"Y/N, was it? Really connects to the heart of the song," Hajoon remarked in awe. Murmurs of agreement echoed among the members, making it clear that, despite having some more entries left to review, Y/N must be considered for the lead. But little did they know this match-up held promise beyond just professional prospects.

The dialogue was almost turning into doodles on the pages. Jaehyeong was having a hard time deciphering his lines for the scene they were studying in his acting class.

He sighed, putting his script down. The line caught in an endless loop within his mind, making him feel dizzy. Suddenly, a voice brought him down to earth. "Need any help with your lines?" you offered.

Jaehyeong looked at you, contemplating and mirroring your kind smile. "This part," he said, and pointed at Captain Wentworth's line, "‘half agony, half hope'...what do you think it means?"

You grabbed the script from his hand to analyze the dialogue. "For Wentworth, I think it's the fear of getting rejected once again after what happened with them in the past, but he's still holding onto a little hope in his momentary jump of faith to confess his feelings to Anne. It's all of the excitement and uncertainty tangled up."

When you looked up at him, he somehow looked even more confused. His eyes were locked on yours as if looking for a deeper answer, so you said, "in a more general sense... it's just how complex and contradictory love is. Like when your emotions for another person change from friendship to love. The agony will be in the fear of your feelings not being returned, while the hope will be in the possibility that that love will be reciprocated."

As Jaehyeong assimilated your perspective on Wentworth's complex emotions, your explanation resonated with him on a deeper level. A clarity emerged through your guidance, breaking the haze around the lines that now reflected his own awakening feelings. Up until now, he had thought his admiration for you was only due to your artistic abilities, but now he could understand Wentworth's words towards Anne.

Words were hard to find, so he hoped his gaze spoke for him, and he offered a complimentary smile as a thank you for your thorough description that shaped his performance as well as his newfound emotions.

Dojoon walked with Jaehyeong towards the dressing rooms to get ready for the music video shoot. They were just chatting about the last TikTok they posted when Dojoon noticed Jaehyeong was a little distracted. Following his gaze, Dojoon spotted you entering the hall accompanied by a group of staff members.

Smirking knowingly, Dojoon was aware of Jaehyeong's fondness for you. He had seen it ever since the call-back auditions, when the selection process for the lead and the ensemble dancers began. Among the three actors being considered, it was evident that Jaehyeong had a stronger bias towards you compared to the rest of the members. His smile would widen every time your name was mentioned. When the decision was made to cast you as the lead in their music video, Jaehyeong passionately advocated for you, leaving the rest of the team exchanging meaningful glances.

Dojoon nudged Jaehyeong playfully. "Look who can't take his eyes off our new lead."

Jaehyeong looked back at Dojoon as he smiled nervously. "What? Was I that obvious?"

The members, as it was too obvious, had managed to get a confession out of him that day after the selection was made. He told them all about you and how much he admired your talent. He truly enjoyed working with you on the class assignments.

Dojoon chuckled and whispered, "only if anyone was paying close attention, like me."

Both of them entered their dressing room. It was just the two of them, so Dojoon dared to say, "you should tell Y/N, about how you feel." He stopped as he checked his wardrobe, making Jaehyeong linger on his words.

"No pressure though," he offered with a kind smile. Dojoon suspected that you also had feelings for their maknae. You had been smiling too wide and giggling so much around Jaehyeong after the call-back auditions. Even more so when you two got some time to catch up and Jaehyeong introduced you to the band.

Hajoon entered before Jaehyeong could say anything, his cheeky smile giving away his thoughts. "Jeff, Jeff!" Hajoon shouted.

"Know who is here?" Woosung whispered excitedly as he came in behind Hajoon.

Dojoon smiled at them knowingly. Jaehyeong seemed like a mouse caught in a trap; his sweat around his eyebrows was evident. "Hajoon and Woosung!" Dojoon replied to Woosung's question as he gave them a warning look.

Woosung looked back at their lovely maknae and nodded. Hajoon mouthed an "oh" in understanding, acknowledging the unspoken sentiment.

Jaehyeong was pensive throughout their glam session for the shooting. He appreciated Dojoon's encouragement; he really could've said something long ago, but the moment he found out about his feelings slipped away too quickly, and his hectic schedule distracted him too much. It also felt too weird to say it during class or now at the shooting of their music video since they haven't had much time out of those restricted spaces.

The whole crew planned to gather after everyone was ready for the first scenes to start off the shoot with the best energy. As soon as you saw Jaehyeong coming out of his dressing room, you approached to greet him, "Jaehyeong-ah! Thought I missed you, but it's nice to see you before we start."

Jaehyeong eased up into a bright smile when he saw you. "Y/N! I'm so glad to have you around for this music video; you're the best."

You could've missed it, but you caught a glimpse of the rest of the band rushing to get back inside their dressing room. You were a little confused but decided to ignore it and continue to chat with Jaehyeong. "You are great yourself. Wanna go to set together? Are you waiting for the members?"

Jaehyeong clearly heard Woosung's giggle and Hajoon whispering "go." He smiled at you, trying to contain his own laugh at his hyung's antics. "We can go together; they are too slow, too slow," he joked, scrunching his nose, and walked along with you as you two chuckled.

The members giggled silently once the two of you had left. Dojoon looked at his friends, already plotting something cheeky in his mind.

"Do you guys think he will say something today or tomorrow?" Dojoon asked them.

"I hope so! They're so cute and so into each other," Woosung expressed.

"Jaehyeong has been overthinking this too much; he must," Hajoon agreed. "However, he's always moving at the beat of his own drum, so perhaps he will take some more time."

"Okay, drummer cliché, don't turn the mood down," Dojoon joked. "But you're right..." he admitted.

Woosung nodded and shared, "I heard Jaehyeong say he wishes he could hang out with Y/N more. That they have barely seen each other outside of class."

They took a moment to consider a way to help their maknae, but their manager came looking for them as they were supposed to be at the set long ago.

The three of them arrived fashionably late, thankfully while some staff crew were still settling equipment for the scenes, so they were not noticed by everyone. Especially Jaehyeong and you, who were caught up in a seemingly smooth conversation as you laughed at whatever Jaehyeong was saying.

"Oh oh oh, look at Y/N's hand!" Dojoon emphasized as you placed your hand on Jaehyeong's while laughing with him.

"Jaehyeongie!" Woosung exclaimed.

"He probably doesn't need much of our help," Hajoon commented.

The music video shoot went incredibly well, with everything flowing smoothly. As the day came to a close, Woosung extended an invitation for the cast to join the band for some drinks. Everyone appreciated the opportunity to unwind and cherish the quality time spent together, further strengthening their bonds.

The following day of shooting unfolded much like the previous one, with Jaehyeong still hesitant to confess his feelings. The other members opted not to intervene too much, instead choosing to support Jaehyeong whenever possible. They offered advice and encouragement whenever they sensed the need. Jaehyeong's hyung cheering crew discreetly arranged situations for the two of them to spend more time together. Nevertheless, it seemed that Jaehyeong was taking his time quite slowly.

After the celebration with the entire crew, the members gathered to discuss their observations and analyze if there was anything else they could do to support Jaehyeong. They contemplated whether it was best to continue their efforts or step away completely, respecting Jaehyeong's pace.

"Guys, I think we've done enough," Hajoon remarked.

"Yeah, I think they're okay," Woosung echoed Hajoon's opinion.

Dojoon took a deep breath and dramatically set his coffee on the table. "No, they're not," he looked back at his friends and continued, "Jaehyeong said he wanted to spend more time out of work with Y/N. So far, everything has been about work—the music video, lunchtime, the after-work celebrations included. I don't think he's saying anything any time soon."

"Dojoon-ah, it's still not our place to meddle too much, though," Woosung pointed out.

"I know, I know..." he said, taking another sip of his coffee. "But, should we try one more thing?"

Woosung and Hajoon looked at him almost uninterested, only to entertain him a little bit more since it had been mostly him orchestrating the moments for Jaehyeong to confess his feelings. They wanted to help too; they had been excited to take part in the scheme, but seeing how Jaehyeong was taking his time made them think it was better to step away for a while. Contrary to Dojoon, who seemed even more committed to the cause, "one last try," Dojoon restated.

"Okay, what do you suggest?"

"Nothing too crazy, please!" Hajoon stepped in, limiting Woosung's encouragement.

"Let's invite Y/N to Jaehyeong's surprise birthday party next week!" He exclaimed, "that would be completely out of work. We give Jaehyeong a week to try to make a move if he wants to, but we still secure another moment together for them no matter if they end up coming as a couple or singles ready to mingle...between them, I—"

"Okay, we got it!" Hajoon interrupted.

"That's genius!" Woosung regained his enthusiasm. "I'm in! One more nosy try won't hurt."

"I knew you were going to agree!" Dojoon looked back at Hajoon, "Joon-ah! C'mon, get in, please," he begged.

Hajoon rolled his eyes before he said, "alright, one more try."

The final day of shooting was with a reduced cast since it was mostly the band and the lead who were supposed to film. The perfect setting for a little surprise invitation to a surprise birthday party.

Woosung managed to grab a moment with Jaehyeong gone from your side; it seemed almost impossible with time to separate the both of you. He casually made conversation about the music video and how incredible it was to have found you for it. He needed to be fast, though, before Jaehyeong came and heard about what they had been planning for his birthday for a month already.

"What's best is that you were already familiarized with our band, especially Jaehyeong, at your acting classes," Woosung said.

"That helped a lot!" You exclaimed, smiling widely. "When I saw the casting call, I immediately thought of Jaehyeong and did my best to get it since working with him is super fun. He's a great friend, so I knew it was definitely going to be so easy to navigate."

"Right, you're super close. You've been glued to each other this whole time," he threw in a little tease, "but it's cool to see our maknae happy having friends around that share such cool creative drives between them," he smoothly added.

You nodded. Woosung caught a little shyness in your gesture, so he continued, "hey! Actually, it's awesome that we got to know you properly. Jaehyeong talks about you a lot, and we wanted to contact you for a little surprise we're throwing for him for his birthday."

"Oh, really? I was actually thinking of calling him and inviting him for some treat or something, but that is even better."

Woosung had to contain his excitement hearing you talk so enthusiastically, confirming even more how into each other the two of you were. He succeeded; Dojoon's plan was taking off steadily.

"Awesome! I'll tell Dojoon to send you all of the details."

“Hey, Y/N!”

"Hey, Y/N!" You heard Jaehyeong call you from inside the class.

It took you a second to realize he had been calling you, but as you turned around, a smile graced your lips. You watched as he maneuvered through the small crowd that had formed around your classmates near the entrance, causing you to giggle. After apologizing to Haeyoung, the class assistant, for accidentally bumping into her, he finally reached you.

"I thought I missed you," he blurted, a little out of breath. "So, I was thinking, do you wanna go grab a coffee?"

His smile was contagious. "Sure! Coffee would be nice," you agreed as enthusiastically as you could.

"It seems it might rain; we could go to your favorite just a couple of blocks away from here."

You simply nodded in response and followed him. Jaehyeong was undoubtedly the top highlight of acting classes. When you first saw him in that initial class, you couldn't help but feel a bit starstruck. However, he quickly showed how down-to-earth and kind he was, quickly erasing any notion of him being a celebrity from your mind. If you were to describe him in a single word, it would be "comfort." Whenever your best friend was absent from class, it was Jaehyeong that you would always gravitate towards, or sometimes the both of you if Hanna was also present.

"Are you in the mood for something sweeter today? Or just your regular Americano?" Jaehyeong asked once you entered the coffee shop.

"Oh, uh..." he caught you a little off guard. "Something sweeter sounds good today," you agreed.

"Find us a spot; I'll go and order," he suggested, anticipating your protest as he often did when he planned to pay for everything. "Please, just let me," he quickly interjected, flashing a genuine smile, hoping you would agree and allow him to treat you to coffee.

"Okay, but you will let me pay next time."

"Yeah, maybe," he joked, effortlessly bringing out a small laugh from you.

You went to look for a good spot so you could enjoy your coffee calmly. There was a corner near the window where not many people were around, so you sat there to wait for Jaehyeong. He had been right. As you stared outside the window, you noticed the raindrops starting to fall. You contemplated the weather, trying not to think about anything.

"Nice spot!" You heard him say as he sat down in front of you. "It did rain! Am I a psychic?" he joked, looking at the rain and giving you your drink.

"That is sweet," you said, and suddenly realized you might not have just meant it to describe the drink he chose for you. His eyes were so sparkly and full of joy, making you laugh again. "Seems you know me quite well; this seems delicious, or you really are a psychic," you said as you raised your eyebrows playfully.

"I will look into auditions for psychics; it might just come natural."

You were not surprised at how easily he could make you laugh, but the blossoming affection within you piqued your curiosity once again. All of your emotions collapsing caused you to retreat inward, contemplating and reflecting on them more deeply.

You would normally be aware of your surroundings, as you swear by the "here and now" perspective, but it was becoming more evident that something was on your mind.

Jaehyeong tried to study your expression. "So you got an interesting scene for the assignment?" he asked casually.

It was only natural for him to ask such a question, but what he understandably failed to anticipate was the extent of your concern since you first read it. He did notice the way you sighed and gazed at your coffee, absentmindedly playing with the whipped cream on top.

"Is everything okay?"

You looked up at him; his eyes expressed so much concern, and you felt so comfortable that you even managed to pull off a small smile. "It's a tough one," you admitted. "I read it, and it just feels so real. I'm concerned about not being able to even start with it; I think I—I, uh..."

Jaehyeong allowed the silence to linger, giving you the space and time you needed. Finally, you spoke up again, expressing your worries, "I don't know how I will manage to separate my own feelings from the character's." You glanced back at your coffee. "Actor's problems, huh?" you added, trying to lighten the mood with your self-deprecating comment.

Jaehyeong chuckled softly and met your eyes. "No need for jokes; your feelings are valid." He considered his words, "that is definitely a challenge, but you have a gift for channeling emotions authentically while keeping yourself protected."

He pondered for a moment. "You can perhaps resort to a simple technique...breath in and out, stay calm so the tears flow naturally once you relax," he suggested, offering a potential solution for the challenging assignment you had to prepare for next class, where you had to cry on cue. "But you can always talk to the professor and see if he can change your scene. I'm sure he will understand. Your learning process doesn't have to come at the expense of your suffering."

You finally smiled truthfully; his understanding and advice moved you deeply. He really saw through you and realized how deeply it was affecting you.

"And you're not alone," he added, smiling back. "I'm here if you need someone to talk to; I'll listen and provide my psychic powers, no charge."

The way he brought out your most genuine laugh of the day spoke volumes. He was a special one, no doubt. You felt so grateful towards him, and just having him around felt like a blessing. The emotions were finally clear as you saw into his eyes, expressing your heartfelt gratitude. There was a deep care for him that made you feel excited and frightened all at the same time.

“Oh, hi Y/N!” Dojoon exclaimed with a smile as he saw you entering the venue. He walked over to greet you properly and led you to where Woosung and Hajoon were busy setting up some fairy lights. They greeted you as warmly as Dojoon had and happily welcomed your offer to help with the preparations for Jaehyeong’s surprise.

“Thank you for lending us a hand; Jaehyeong would love to know that,” Woosung said, winking playfully. It seemed he had caught you off guard; your nervous smile was the giveaway. He let it rest but exchanged a look with Hajoon, who was trying to hide a knowing smile from you.

It was getting more obvious as time went by just how much you were into each other. The members didn’t want to meddle much anymore, but they still had some tricks up their sleeves if they didn’t see much interaction. Just one final push.

More guests began to arrive once the early crew finished decorating, filling the venue with an air of excitement and joy as the hour drew near. Smiles adorned everyone's faces as they eagerly anticipated Jaehyeong's arrival, but it was a certain starry-eyed face that kept the members eager to witness their youngest member's reaction.

The plan was set in motion. Hajoon received Jaehyeong's message, expressing concern as he found no one around in the building. Hajoon quickly reassured him that he was in no trouble but urged him to hurry since the crew needed to begin filming the promotional video for the tour earlier than planned, mentioning a logistical issue with the venue—all of this a white lie concocted to ensure Jaehyeong arrived alone at his surprise birthday party.

Jaehyeong's face showed a whirlwind of emotions as he stepped through the door. The lights out momentarily masked his concern, but it flickered across his face for a brief moment before he comprehended the situation. The sudden burst of lights, music, and chants of birthday wishes took him completely by surprise.

A particular someone captured his gaze, and all that his face revealed was enchantment. The members nudged each other, beaming at Jaehyeong‘s perfect reaction to realizing you were here. The birthday party be damned—almost—this is what they lived for, just witnessing their maknae being truthfully happy.

The band energetically embraced Jaehyeong in a group hug, messing with his neatly styled hair that his style crew had meticulously managed to tame. He had already thought that his sort of laid-back outfit didn’t match the tidy hairstyle much, so he felt more comfortable as he let them ruffle his hair. If only he could have guessed it was just to make him think he had to be at least half ready to only change his outfit once he arrived at the promotional video set.

Jaehyeong’s smile remained on his lips as the members pulled back, filled with gratitude for his friends. But his eyes suddenly searched past them, landing on yours across the room as he heard the beats of his yearning heart echo inside his ears.

There you stood, smiling shyly. The party buzz faded into background noise as your gazes met and held. Before he could second-guess himself, Jaehyeong started walking towards you. His heart pounded faster as your smile grew, mirroring the hope in his own eyes.

Time seemed to pass slower than it really was, but as Jaehyeong reached you under the colorful lights, he softly spoke your name, bringing you back from your slow-motion imagination.

“Y/N, I’m so happy you’re here.”

You shook your head slightly as you scrunched your nose. “It’s not hard to show up for you. Your hair...” you said, noticing the disheveled locks that his friends had left. Gently giggling, you ran your fingers through his hair, fixing it back into place. Jaehyeong didn’t have much time to react since the crowd approached to congratulate him. You stayed behind, trying to slow your heartbeat as you greeted a couple of acquaintances.

The party started right away, with people taking Jaehyeong from one place to another. Dojoon kept an eye out between mingling, ensuring everyone felt included in the revelry. He noticed you and Jaehyeong gravitating naturally together amidst chaos, even stealing shy glances when thinking no one saw while you were not within the same group of people. Trusting the magic of moments, Dojoon gave you space, engaging others enthusiastically.

In a brief moment, he found Woosung awaiting karaoke's start. Woosung nodded discreetly towards the balcony as he drew Hajoon in, who was busy setting the microphones. They watched in awe as Jaehyeong led you outside while holding your hand.

Woosung smiled knowingly. "Our work here is done. All that's left is for them to follow their hearts."

As you walked out onto the balcony, the sounds of the party gradually faded into the background, merging with the bustling city below like distant background music. You both took in the view, and for a moment, nothing was said.

You took the opportunity to reach for the small birthday present you brought. You were not planning anything specific to gift him, but when you saw it, you immediately thought of Jaehyeong, and you bought it right away.

“I got you something,” you announced.

Jaehyeong looked at you, surprised. “What? You didn’t have to,” he chuckled nervously.

“How could I not? It’s small, but I really hope you like it.” You took a deep breath and handed him the small box.

The gentle touch of his fingers sent thrills down your arm, so you tried to hide the sudden nervous smile that grew on your face. You stared as he opened his present and were moved by his growing smile.

“I’m a psychic… this is so cool. Where did you get it?”

He discovered the reason why, and you couldn’t help but laugh. “I was just window shopping and saw it; it was meant to be yours.”

“You…” he searched for your eyes. “I love it. Could you?” he asked you, offering to put the subtle crystal ball necklace around his neck.

There was no possible way to hide your smile anymore; he had you hooked. You stepped close enough to grab the necklace and softly rested your arms on his shoulders to fasten it. Once the necklace was secured around his neck, you took a second to admire it on him. It was perfect; it wasn’t extravagant, and it fit so well with him. Before he could read the emotions that your eyes expressed, you looked back at the city.

“Thank you,” he simply said.

“Welcome.”

Jaehyeong's heart raced with anticipation, but he took a deep breath to steady his nerves. He reminded himself that there was nothing to worry about when he was with you. Being around you brought him a sense of tranquility that he had never experienced elsewhere. Just by gazing at you and witnessing how your smile mirrored the radiance of the moon in the night sky, he felt at ease.

“Thank you for coming; seeing you made this surprise even better,” Jaehyeong softly said. You turned to face him, and the full sight of your smile melted his worries away.

“There was no reason not to be here.” Something in your voice gave him courage.

“I’ve loved to have you around the past week; we hadn’t seen each other in so long since I was too busy to attend classes.” Jaehyeong stepped closer, slowly, almost without being noticed. “I’ve missed asking you for help; I’ve missed our talks—“

“I’ve missed you too,” you interrupted, summarizing what you’d both felt before you could see each other again.

A fondness entered his eyes, and he nodded. “Y/N,” he started and gently reached for your hand, brushing his thumb over your skin. Your fingers curled around his, igniting sparks in both of your hearts. “I’ve been wanting to tell you something,” he paused for a second. “I’ve felt the agony for so long, but now I’m taking my leap of faith, letting hope lead me. What I’m trying to say is... I like you, Y/N. Not just as a friend. Every time we’re together, you become the highlight of my day.”

A tender smile broke across your face, accompanied by sparkling eyes that searched for his, easing the last of his nerves. “Jaehyeong, I like you too. I have for a while.”

It was your heart´s turn to settle into joy and calmness. You also lived through the agony and hope that Jaehyeong mentioned, making you remember about that small moment you shared in class once. It was almost poetic how he brought it up. He eased you up in ways you hadn’t known before, and that is why you stepped even closer and lifted your free hand to cradle his cheek. Jaehyeong’s eyes fluttered shut at your warm touch, savoring it.

Slowly, you leaned in, giving him every opportunity to pull back if unwanted. But all he wanted was you. He searched for you with his eyes still shut, until both of your lips met in a tender, lingering kiss. His lips were impossibly sweet and soft against yours, weakening your knees, but you stayed strong and continued to kiss him.

You both pulled away, driven by a gentle laugh that started without even thinking much about it all. You rested your forehead on his, keeping your eyes closed as you kept your hand on his cheek. “I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” you whispered, your thumb stroking his cheek soothingly.

Jaehyeong smiled with ease when your eyes met, both sharing radiant gazes equally filled with care and desire. “You make me so happy,” he shared while his cheeks heated up.

You giggled softly and pulled back to appreciate his face. “I am the lucky one,” you admitted.

“Should we stay out here for the rest of the night?” Jaehyeong asked, almost suggesting.

“You are the star of the party; it’s your birthday.” You giggled even more. “Even though, that sounds nice. No matter how cold it is out here, I feel warm being this close to you,” you confessed.

Jaehyeong’s protectiveness heightened and embraced you, drawing you even closer. “Then let’s get inside. The guys would also probably want to know what happened,” he chuckled. “Did you catch up on their meddling?” he asked, amused.

“I did!” you exclaimed. “I admit they helped quite a bit, though.”

“Yeah, they did.” Jaehyeong searched for your hand and tilted his head towards the door. You squeezed his hand and followed him inside.

You stepped in even closer than you had been when you went out to the balcony. Hajoon noticed the smiles on your faces and whispered at Dojoon to look back, and in a chain reaction, he pulled Woosung from where he was talking to a couple of their friends. They looked at you both in awe, full of joy for what seemed to have been a successful confession. No matter who initiated it or what was said and done, they were just happy for the both of you and how easily everything fell into place.

[topazadine]

Eternal Night of the Northern Sky - Truly Astounding!

Eternal Night of the Northern Sky by @physalian - what can't I say about this?!

Here's my review from Amazon:

Truly, I can't gush enough about 'Eternal Night of the Northern Sky.' It is one of the best books I have read this year, and if I could forcibly download this onto every Kindle user's device, I would. I have always been a fan of stories with a strong sense of environment, and god does 'Eternal Night of the Northern Sky' deliver. You truly feel as if you are there in the Great White Waste with the characters, feeling the snowflakes on your face from the guard wall, or sinking into a warm geothermal pool. Every word is alive with such vivid descriptions that hours passed before I realized I needed to get to sleep. I binged half of the book in one sitting; I was just too captivated to put it down. The prose grips you by the throat. There's an immediacy due to the present tense, and the powerful descriptions make you feel as if you're watching a movie, yet it never veers into melodrama. Every word is placed for perfect impact, neither too strong nor too soft. Bellows crafts such an evocative world but doesn't infodump; information is revealed exactly when it needs to be and in the exact right proportion. I never felt lost, but I also didn't feel lectured to, as often happens in fantasy novels. The worldbuilding is a background hum, with a rich interplay between vampire covens and human clans that is hinted at just enough to intrigue but not bore. What I also loved is how complicated the plot is, yet it doesn't feel contrived. All the pieces fit together perfectly, and we never feel any plot strictures that force Elias into different circumstances. He's simply a young man who happens to be in all the wrong places at the wrong time, pushed by forces beyond his control. This is so refreshing in a literary sea of protagonists who one can tell have been forced into narrative blind alleys for no greater purpose than drama. I especially appreciated that Bellows makes it clear how naive and inexperienced Elias is. He is, as Dorian calls him, a coward, yet he plays such a significant role in these long-brewing battles between vampire covens. Elias demonstrates a perfect balance between seeking agency and going along with the narrative; he feels deeply, achingly human. Not everything Elias does is admirable, brave, or clever, but I love that about him. Like a real human, he has his flashes of brilliance and his moments of stupidity, which makes him all the more enjoyable. And oh the ending, the last two chapters … everything comes together in a beautiful, neat bow. I cried, I really did. Bellows has gained a lifelong fan in me, and I am so happy that I found this book in the vast mire of the internet. I cannot wait to see what marvelous worlds she takes us to in her next tour de force, and I'll be first in line to purchase it.

Go buy it omg you will NOT regret it!!

[scratchandplaster]

Dulosis

CW: sleep deprivation, white/noise torture, creepy/intimate Whumper, defiant Whumpee, hallucinations

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The room was as barren as it was functional, two square meters of locked space. They called it a white room, but the walls were padded with dusty-gray foam, which he already tried to pick apart. In no way did the tapered spikes budge.

Not that this changed anything, the noise was still kept inside. It came once every half hour, he counted, a deafening sough in close intervals, at least one minute in length.

Counting was the only thing he was able to busy himself with, though, so he didn't mind when they decided to change the frequency up to put the ungrateful guest on edge.

On the third day, he ripped a button from his cardigan, throwing and blindly fumbling for it. Another game, another way to keep the last sliver of his mind in place. He remembered vaguely seeing this trick in a documentary about Alcatraz, a little how-to experience about keeping sane in solitary confinement.

The issue wasn't the silence or the solitude; he preferred that to being kept downstairs and playing house with a person he barely knew. That fucking psycho snapped, he had thought when they shoved him in here, food or water missing since day one.

No, it was the noise.

The chaos that dug itself deep into his brain's fissures, keeping his mind alert and body awake even after what felt like eternity. 

The ants came after the fourteenth alarm, he counted that too, crawling through the barely visible slit that was separating him from freedom. A few at the start, but where they came from others waited for an equal opportunity, and soon the floor was sprinkled with them, too large to number. On his skin, his lashes, pushing his lips apart to engulf every pore with the prickly tap of their countless feet.

And then they were gone again, nothing but foam and noise for a while. They would return, no doubt, and with that knowledge he started to get thankful for the scheduled terror, just barely. Scratching at the back of his senses, the thirst that dried his body up from the inside had become just a minor problem.

At one point he could hear his own intestines working; pumping, contracting and rhythmically meandering to the sound that just so snapped him back to reality.

Again.

And then again, never a warning beforehand. Did that happen in the documentary too? He couldn't tell anymore; didn't know anything. Mind so fuzzy, he nearly caught himself wishing for that freak to come back and open the door, turn off the sounds, anything to let him rest.

Now, after cowering on the ground with both hands pressed tightly against his ears, so nothing would crawl inside, there came a new fuss. A single light click, then another as the heavy steel door moved outwards and his captor's silhouette blocked the entry. The sudden brightness left him nearly blinded, another misery piling on top.

"Hello there, I nearly forgot about you."

The friendly chuckle they let rain down on him felt like poison. But they lied through their teeth, spending every quiet minute they stole from their captive to plan the inevitable outcome, success now prickling right on their fingertips.

The cowering mess at their feet let out a weak hack, voice sore from misuse: "Let me rest."

Bloodshot eyes met an unmoving stare. There was no room to negotiate.

"Ask nicely, sweetheart," the shape offered instead.

"You fucking-"

Without another word, they turned on the spot, ready to leave him stewing in his own misery. Maybe five days weren't enough, they could wait.

The room was practically filled with his stare that clung to their back, heart thrumming so heavy in his chest it felt like it would burst out any second. Not willing to give up the last sliver of freedom he had kept safe so carefully, but too weak and confused to do anything about it, the words just slipped from his lips.

"Nonono wait, I'm sorry. Stay. Stay!"

He wanted them to keep talking, to hear anything else than that ingrain blare, the thrumming of his heart, the legs crawling along...

Behind the veil of quickly forming tears, he could see his captor halt and turn. More? Did they want more of this? Living the lie with them, just as a short break, maybe. A workaround. Get strength back and try again. If he made it that far... Just to rest for a bit.

"Please," the hurt voice pressed out, "I'm j-just so tired. I won't make you any more trouble."

"Again," the shadow replied, voice warm as the summer noon. They knew he was so much closer to what they imagined. The other sessions they had together were not as successful, but finally he seemed to let his guard slip. Almost there.

A lone sniff could be heard in the room, more closet than anything.

"Please. Can I please go to sleep, just for a bit?"

It was over for today. Other fights would come, ones he would win, or so he assured himself.

Fights he would give up again, his captor knew.

Nearly gone again, he was quickly brought back by the thin smile that crept across their face, victorious after all. They gave a single nod that made the sore loser fold into himself, eyes closed and face flat against the barren floor.

Maybe the light will stay on too. Oh, please stay on, it's safer that way...it's safe.

A warm palm gently placed itself on his matted hair, not touching but resting in a most innocent gesture.

"Not in here," they whispered, "Not after you're finally behaving, dear."

The hand slipped down further, and with it the reassuring touch. He was being pet, a part of him recognized. A small price in the end.

Hand placed in shaking hand, he was pulled up to face the victor of this little game.

"Come on. You will love it."

More carried than led down the hall, through blurry and burning vision, he could see doors beside them passing. They pulled him around the corner and through the wooden doorway onto a bed, ready and freshly made.

The heavy comforter atop the sheets seemed too pristine to hold his filthy body, but his captor didn't seem to mind one bit when they dragged him under the white heaven. Both would clean up tomorrow, the next step that was oh-so carefully prepared.

The shaken man shouldn't dare to forget how divine this felt, and if he did, their special room would still be vacant for another time.

As he was tucked in with peaceful humming right behind his ear, his mind sank into the comfort he had denied himself for such a long time. And for this moment, freedom traded in for peace, numbing sound for forced touch, he believed it was worth it.

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Thanks for reading 🤍 [Masterpost]

[s0-yenn]

Butterfly 🍒 | Yan! Soobin Fic

🍒 author's note: this is my first time ever writing something like this so apologies if there is any problems with the plot, writing, characters, etc.

❤️ tw: possessiveness, yan!soob being violent

A cool breeze brushed against your face. The window in front of you open to let fresh air in. In your sight, you could see the silhouette of a mountain, its peak reaching high to the heavens.

It rested behind an area of growing trees above a threshold. The forest was thick and filled with greenery. A full moon in a vast infinite ebony sky, floating over the landscape.

Truly a sight to be appreciated by people who happened to be able to witness it and you were one of the lucky ones. It gave you a sense of tranquility. It calmed your mind and thoughts that filled it began to disappear.

How you wished you could go outside. Feet touching the grass, the ends tickling it. Walking around the garden that layed below you, smelling the delicious scent of flowers that grew from the bushes. It ached your heart that you couldn't enjoy the sensations.

For you were a prisoner, chained to the room you resided in. Its size equally massive and covered in wooden walls that began to rot from age. Gold accents glittered around the chamber.

No furniture decorated the room, except for the lonely king-size bed in the center of it all. Its ornate carvings on the headboard was befitting for royalty.

The door slightly creaked from behind you, yet you were still too focused drinking in the view before you. Footsteps approached you, but you don't bother on looking back. You knew who it was.

The man who took you away from your life, who feasted on your blood like it was his favorite drink, a monster that you didn't believe was real, you thought only resided in stories and myths.

"Enjoying the view?" a voice sprang from behind.

You flinched at the unexpected noise. Through the reflection, you could see his gaunt figure with skin as pale as the moon, his periwinkle hair being the only ounce of color from himself and ebony eyes staring into yours.

"Soobin", he called himself from the moment both of your gazes laid upon each other. A gentleman that had just came into town during your daily grocery trip. His voice was sweet and gentle, quite the contrast to his appearance.

You barely remembered what lead you into this predicament in the first place. Maybe these types of monsters knew how to wipe memories from humans.

His feet tapped on the floorboards, creaking every so slightly at the pressure given to the old rotting wood. He was expecting a response.

"Yes, it's breathtaking" you finally responded back.

"I'm really glad you like it" Soobin said as he gave you a toothy grin.

It would have been adorable if he didn't have his sharp canines showing

His body leaned next to yours, and he sighed in delight without when your body didn't try to move away from his. It took weeks and months for you to be able to get used to his company.

"You know.." Soobin said. You hummed in response, indicating for him to continue.

"It's quite comforting to have you with me, I hope this moment lasts forever" He continued.

Hope is a strong word, especially since the sentiment couldn't be said for you. Sure, being in captivity with someone there didn't make it half as bad and the fact there was someone who pamper you is wonderful and all, but you longed to be out there.

You hummed again in response. His arms sliding around your shoulder, pulling your body closer to his. You shivered slightly at the difference of temperature between you and him.

The two of you stood in silence as how many minutes or hours passed, your mind wandering to another place. Then, a brief cough awoken you back to reality.

"My butterfly, you've been awfully quiet. Is there something wrong?" the vampire asked.

His tone laced with worry and curiosity. His gaze settled upon your face as it glows from the light of the moon.

You snapped out from your deep thoughts and cleared your throat.

"I'm sorry, I was just feeling a bit tired from last night" you replied, giving a reassuring smile to Soobin.

You could see how his expression relaxed and his eyes showing admiration towards you.

"Oh, well why don't we rest after feeding? I promise to be much gentler than yesterday" The lavender-haired man spoke.

He pulls you into an embrace, trying to give you some warmth from the freezing air outside, though he wasn't any help with how icy cold his body felt.

The grandfather clock chimed, its chimes broke the peaceful silence of the night. An unpleasant feeling washed over you, for you knew what the ringing meant.

Soobin released you from his embrace and guided you to the bed. It was a comfy spot that made it easier for him and you during the session.

You settled yourself on the soft mattress, your body trying to relax as your heart began to beat faster against your ribcage. No matter how long you've been doing this, it still had you shaking in fear.

Then, Soobin sat down on the bed. He crawled to where you were and towered over you. You pulled the fabric you had on your shoulder, letting it fall and revealing the many bite marks for the previous feedings. Some had dried blood on them.

He held you arms to your sides, not wanting for you to thrash around while he sucked your blood. You close you eyes as his lips began to get near your skin. His breath tickling you as he peppered kisses on your skin.

God, you would be lying if you thought this didn't feel really good. Who knew a vampire was such an expert at kissing.

But the pleasure had to be stopped as your least favorite part came. Soobin's fangs dug under your skin, hitting a vein and they began to feast on your blood. Some of it escaped to the surface and dripped down to your arm. You shed a small tear from the pain.

Tears and blood mixed as Soobin continued to drink you. You could feel your energy slowly draining and your head began to feel dizzy. But just as you were about to pass out, he finally stopped.

He pulled his fangs out and licked the remaining blood that threatened to spill out from you. He also licked those that successfully went down your arms. Soobin didn't want to waste his delicious juice.

You opened your eyes and wiped your tears with your hand. It also held your head as your head thumped in pain. Your nose sniffed the smell of metal and your gaze moved towards Soobin's wrist. It was cut open, blood spilling.

He slowly lifted his wrist to your mouth as you began to sip the liquid. As you drank, your energy replenished and no longer you felt light headed. You held onto Soobin for balance as you regain your consciousness.

"Didn't you say that you were going gentle?" you asked, trying to control your breathing while questioning him.

"My apologies butterfly, you just tasted so good~" was the answer you got as Soobin was holding onto your waist and letting your head rest on his shoulder.

You gave him an annoyed stare and in return, he kissed your forehead. "You handled it well, I'll have to give you a reward tomorrow" Soobin stated as he kissed from your hands to your shoulder.

Your body fell backwards, the fluffy pillow hitting your head. You moved your body to the side. Soobin scooted next to you and pulled the blanket over the two of you.

His hands wrapped around your frame and he whispered into your ears: "Good night, my butterfly" and you both began to drift into slumberland.

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You did it. You managed to escape. You ran with all the strength and stamina you had left. Leaves, dirt, and pebbles crunched under your feet. Your breath panting and you winced in pain after stepping on a particularly sharp rock.

However, you didn't care.

The moon shined its light on you, aiding in your navigation through the thick forest. You were careful to not trip on the overgrown roots that were present on the woodland floor. It felt so free, to be able to run like this after being trapped for so long.

The adrenaline pumping in your system as you darted around the woods. You didn't care that you were barefoot, you just needed to get out of this territory. You spun your head back, trying to see how far you were from there. An old rotting victorian mansion began to disappear from your sight. Perfect.

Tonight, the temperature was near negative levels. But from the way you kept running, your body was on fire on its own. Keeping you warm despite the thin fabric of pajamas you wore.

Sweat dripped from your forehead. You're a free horse, galloping away to no end. Staying with Soobin had its perks, but you preferred your life outside of the cage "home" he provided.

Suddenly, without warning, your body crashed onto the forest floor. Your elbows were grazed and were now bleeding from the open wound. Seeing what you tripped on, turns out it was those giant roots. You slowly picked yourself up and rested near a tree, staying out of sight.

"Fuck" you muttered under your breath. The stinging pain from your ankle was a great indicator that you can't run as fast as you did then.

You tried to calm your breath and tried to massaged it the best you can, holding back cries of pain when you pressed on the bruised spot.

The sound of a branch snapping put you into alert mode. Turning your head so quickly that your neck could've snapped, you saw it was just a squirrel who was also surprised as you. The woodland critter scurried deeper into the forest.

You decided to rest a bit, finding shelter underneath a tree with large branches and many leaves, covering your figure. As you calm yourself, you realize how peaceful the forest was.

It was first for you to venture this far and it was quite rewarding to hear the sounds of bugs buzzing, leaves rustling due to the night wind, and frogs croaking from deep in the forest.

Before continuing on to your journey, exhaustion crept up onto your body and your eyes began to slowly close as you feel the heavy feeling of tiredness entering your system.

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"There you are!" a familiar voice broke the harmony of the forest. Alarm shot through your body as you awoke from your dozing state. Panic running through your system as you looked around to see where it was from. Where he was.

He wasn't on your left nor your right, and he wasn't in front either. Goosebumps arose on your body as you finally realized. You turned your head behind, slowly this time. You should have just look forward and ran.

Soobin stood there, next to tree. His stare froze you in your spot. In his eyes, he had a mixed look of relief and anger. You wanted to move but then he kneeled, now you both were facing each other.

Eyes filled with tears, you whimpered in your paralyzed state as Soobin caressed your cheek softly, but you knew those hands could tear off your flesh in seconds if he wished for it.

"My butterfly, I thought I'd lost you! Why did you run? Hm? Is it because of last night? I finally believed you were happy by my side" Soobin spoke, breaking the silence. His eyes trailed off from your crying face to your ankle.

"I knew it, you can't even take care of yourself" the vampire said, "You were always such a clutz" he added a mocking tone. His gaze examined your twisted ankle, all purple and bent from the fall.

"You shouldn't have run. I took care of you well, so why did you have to go? " Soobin said, wanting for a response. You wanted to say something but fear kept your mouth sewn shut.

He cleared his throat. "I asked a question" he said as his fingers lifted your chin ever so slightly so he can see your face, hoping to see the guilt and tears streaming down your cheeks.

Finally the feeling of paralysis died down and you gave him the response he wanted to hear out of your mouth.

"YOU'RE A FUCKING MONSTER! I NEVER WANTED THIS!" you shouted as loudly as possible, perhaps in a desperate attempt to alert any humans who lived near the woods.

Soobin's eyes went dark as you said it, his hand grabbing your chin roughly. No longer was the gentle boy you met in the market present, but a fierce beast that craved for blood.

"Such harsh words" Soobin said, "You never understood, did you? I love you and I did this to protect you"

"My silly butterfly, you are a treasure to behold. So many of those filthy people want you and I can't have them taint your beauty" The vampire continued.

"I hope this will teach you a lesson" as Soobin uttered those words, a horrid cracking sound erupted and rang through the night. You screamed in pain.

Through your teary eyes, you gazed at the distorted and broken ankle. Every inch of motion you did only made the pain worse. Your hands grasp at your night dress, shaking at the severe pain you were in.

"Now let me help you, my butterfly" the monster gently placed his hands on your back and legs, in which he swiftly picked you up into his arms in bridal style.

He whispered sweet nothings into your ears, promising a sweet aftercare for your injuries and kisses to your tear-streaked cheeks. However, nothing stopped your heart from beating incredibly fast.

The fear of what he'll do to you once you return to that sick and grim manor where he calls his home. Though only one thing is certain:

He will make sure you'll stay, no matter what

[jacey-spacey]

In which Ulcharis makes herself cry twice

(I don't know how to title fanfiction)

Word count: 2.5k

Genre: Angst, fluff

Fun Stuff: mid-Act 2, Resistant F!Durge x Astarion, good communication if you're into that, lots of cuddles and kisses, switching POVs, SFW

Not-So-Fun Stuff: anxiety, a tiny bit of arguing, gorey murder (mentioned); allusions to Astarion's trauma, and all the horrors that entails; drunkenness (briefly mentioned)

(Quick summary of this Durge: Ulcharis is a half-orc Way of the Open Hand monk with a massive heart and no shortage of bloodguilt. As you're about to see, her empathy and anxiety sometimes mix together, making her compassionate to a fault.)

(Also a clarification: My HC is that vampires have an extremely slow pulse, kept up by whatever magic keeps them alive. So basically, Astarion has no heartbeat and a very slight pulse - and thus can blush. What can I say? I have priorities! ;3)

(This is my first time posting fic, and I'd love to hear some gentle constructive critique. Especially for the CWs; if I missed any, PLEASE lmk so I can add them to the list. I'm also making small edits here and there, to reinstall my italics or edit the vocabulary, because I'm a raging perfectionist.)

Ulcharis lies curled up beside the cold ashes of the campfire. She hadn't realized how accustomed she was to the warmth of the heavy blue quilt until she'd had to sleep without it. Even in the little pocket of safety that is the Last Light Inn, the chilly darkness presses in on her hungrily, adding to the aches already eating away at her heart.

When she hears the soft, cautious footsteps, the hairs on her arms and neck stand on end. Most wouldn't be able to hear the sound so easily, but Ulcharis knows it as well as her own heartbeat.

She sits up with a start. Turning, she sees a thin, stiff figure standing just behind her, shrouded in shadow.

“Are…are you hungry?” she asks.

The vampire doesn't respond. The air is silent, his expression unreadable as he drops to the ground beside her, gazing into the fire pit. 

She'd last seen him hours ago. His red eyes had been hot as hellfire then. Now they seem as cold and dark as the ashes.

Ulcharis turns so that they are sitting side-by-side. “Have I apologized yet?”

“What?” he asks. Whatever words he'd been expecting from her, those weren't it.

“I'm sorry,” says Ulcharis, meeting his eyes nervously. “I mean it. I hurt you - made a decision that may not have been mine to make. A decision that's bad all around, no matter how I try to spin it. And I'm sorry.”

He holds her gaze for a moment. Then he tossed his head, rolling his eyes and laughing wryly. “Gods, darling. Treat yourself to a little reckless erroneousness every once in a while.”

Ulcharis smiles, though she doesn't know whether to be entertained or confused by this suggestion. “Are you not mad at me, then?”

He raises an eyebrow, frowning. But his voice is light as he speaks. “Am I? Well, I'm certainly not happy about you taking away my one chance at understanding my scars. But I'm not on the verge of leaving you in the dust.”

“Right…well. This isn't the end, you know. I will help you find out what the deal is with your scars. It's just that, with the Orthon, I…”

Ulcharis sighs heavily.

“You…what? Felt pity for a savage war demon? Come now, darling.”

He shuffles a bit closer. The lighthearted mask falls from his face as he looks at her with a unique mixture of emotion; wrath, determination, sadness…and honest-to-gods concern.

“What happened in there?”

She can still sense anger in him - righteously so - but she is so startled by his gentle tone that her eyes go wide.

“I - ah. How do I explain?”

“You will,” he says with a serpentine smile.

She lets out a shaky laugh, then falls silent. At last, she says, “I suppose it felt wrong to execute a captive. Maybe if we'd met Yurgir above ground, on a real battlefield, it would've been fine. But in the Gauntlet, it seemed…unfair.”

“Unfair?” Astarion doesn't hold back from laughing at the concept. “Those creatures were armed to the elbows! And maybe you forgot since you weren't the one casting the spell - but his bed was made of the bones of his enemies!”

“I know, I know,” she sighs. “If we see the fiend again, and he's used his freedom for evil, trust me - I won't hesitate to rip his spleen out. But at the time, I didn't want to risk it. You know?”

“Mmm, no, I don't think I do.”

She takes a husky breath. “It's like - if I kill one cheated captive, what stops me from murdering another? What about -” she gestures to the haven around them - “a whole inn full of unfortunates?”

Her eyes narrow as she once again rests her gaze on Astarion. “And what about you? If they don't matter, why should the life of one sweet, beautiful man mean so much to me?”

“I…” His ruby-red eyes are wide, and if Ulcharis didn't know better, she'd think his cheeks looked a bit pinker than usual.

“Which is stupid,” she says with a dry laugh, “because the Orthon wasn't an innocent prisoner - he was a demon warlord who I would've torn open with my bare hands any other day. But at the time, it felt like… Like killing him would be the next step to losing myself.”

“Oh, you sweet fool.” He draws close, wrapping an arm around her waist.

At the sound of his calm voice and the tenderness of his touch, Ulcharis loses it. Sobs shake her whole body as tears start to pour from her eyes.

“I was so scared. It feels like this horrid bloodthirst is trying to rob me of the few parts me of me I actually like. I won't let it. I'm sorry, love, but if I could do it over again - I don't know that I… Oh, gods. I'm so sorry.”

“Darling!” Astarion shouts. “Ulcharis, love! I hear you. I see you. I won't say I'm not upset, but Gods! Be it far from me to criticize you for making your own way in the world.” He speaks with an almost laughing tone as he holds either side of her face.

“Huh?”

“Have you already forgotten, dear?” He caresses her cheeks with his thumbs, and his smiling eyes are soft with affection as he speaks. “Just some days ago, you told me you wouldn't ask me to do anything I didn't want to do. Well…”

He tilts her head down, placing the gentlest of kisses on her forehead.

“I'll repay you the kindness. Consider your little mistake forgiven.”

“Ah.” Between the tenderness of the kiss and the sweet sensation of forgiveness, Ulcharis feels as if she were drowning in honey. “You're talking about the situation with the drow? That wasn't - I don't - I don't want you to feel the need to repay me for -”

“Oh, give over, darling!” He leans in, planting another soft kiss on her cheek. “There's another favor I’d like to ask from you, actually.”

“Yes, of course, love. Anything - within reason.”

“It's nothing so atrocious.” He rises to his feet, offering his hand. “Come to bed, dear. That big, old quilt of yours is useless without some living blood to warm it up for me.”

Taking his hand, she rises to her feet, laughing from her chest. “Just a few nights of sharing a tent, and you already can't relax without me?”

“Don't get too full of yourself, darling - it's just your body heat I'm missing~”

They both giggle. Astarion shuffles into the tent first, Ulcharis right behind him. Just as soon as she had laid down, he was curling flush up against her, one leg slung over her hips.

Ulcharis's muscular hands come to rest on his lower back as she giggles with surprise. “Missed me that much, did you?”

“Perhaps I did,” he says. “May I kiss you?”

She narrows her eyes, frowning. “May you?” she asks, her voice a low growl.

Astarion scoffs as if slighted to the highest degree. He lowers his head, lips hardly an inch from hers, taunting her with his chilly breath. “You would deprive me?”

For a moment, her expression remains stiff. Then a dark blush warms her greenish complexion. Her hard frown breaks into a wide, delighted smile as she devolves into laughter. “Kiss me, honey love!”

Astarion didn't need her to ask twice. He closes the distance between their lips without another thought, eagerly welcoming the warmth of her mouth into his. She keeps giggling as they kiss, the sound muffled, reverberating into him like rain into the bones of a house.

One of Ulcharis's hands drifts up to the center of his upper back, perhaps upon the center of his scar. She firmly pulls him in. As their breast bones press together, Astarion groans, somehow more affected by this sensation than that of her hand on his hip. He'd certainly laid against his own fair share of warm bodies, but to have this woman pull him in gave him an almost…boyish excitement.

He feels her withdrawing her kiss, so he pulls away, letting her catch her breath. The vampire has no need to do the same; he hardly spares a moment to rest his lips, planting a flurry of soft kisses on her cheek as her heavy breaths tickle his ear. 

He gets a bit lost in her. At some point, his lips migrate to her neck, and he sucks on the skin over her carotid artery. In his hunger, the sound of her pulse is thunderous in his ears. He is just about to ask for a bite when she softly murmurs something. He doesn't catch the words, distracted as he is by her heartbeat.

“What was that, darling?” Astarion asks, voice low and husky.

“I love you.”

Astarion idly runs his tongue over his fangs, mind muddled with hunger. It takes a moment for the words to reach him.

He sits up off her with a start. “You…what, sorry?”

Ulcharis's dark eyes are glimmering with affection, and her smile is soft. “I love you, Astarion,” she repeats again. “Don't say it back if you aren't ready. It's only that I…needed you to know.”

Astarion tilts his head, lips displaying one of his winning smiles. His mouth opens to emit some smart come-back, but - nothing comes out. His lover's words should feel good as sweet wine on his tongue. Yet he has only the distinct feeling that he is a bumbling tourist in an unfamiliar city, utterly lost.

“Sorry,” Ulcharis murmurs. “Too soon. Dead gods… I really can't give you a break, can I?”

Astarion coughs. “Apparently not,” he says with a dry laugh.

For a long, tense moment, he is silent. Then he lays down, facing Ulcharis. The blacks of her eyes are shiny as onyx.

“Are you crying again?” he asks.

“No,” she squeaks, blinking rapidly.

He sighs, running a finger over her jawline. “It’s foolish to lie to a charlatan, you know.”

The tears fall from her eyes in a thick stream. “It feels pathetic to cry twice in one night. I'm sorry, I'll - try to be gentler on you after this.”

“Gentle?” he says with a laugh. “Gods, Ulcharis. When have I ever asked you to be gentle? I hope I'm not some porcelain doll to you."

Her soggy eyes widen with confusion, muddled by his bitter sarcasm and soft affection.

“I - you…” She huffs with frustration. “I don't want to hurt you. Or anyone, for that matter - it's a frightfully easy thing for me to do, you know.”

“Well, I'm not one of your unsuspecting victims. I knew what I was getting into with you - mostly.” He reaches for one of the clean rags he keeps ready for when Ulcharis shares blood, using it to dab away her tears.

“I've come to be quite fond of your kindness,” he says sweetly, “now that I'm used to it. But there's no need to walk on eggshells! I can handle your - impulses, urges, flights of fancy - whatever you wish to call them. In fact, I think I want to handle them.”

She looks at him incredulously. For a moment, it seems as though he has quelled her sadness. But then another wave of tears bursts forth. Astarion frantically wipes at her face with the cloth and his hands, wondering which part of his little speech would cause such a reaction.

“Oh, gods,” Ulcharis sobs. She reaches for him weakly. “I love you. I love you so much.”

His brow wrinkles. With a sigh, he lies down in her arms, giving her a crooked smile. “And I…” He releases a breath. “Hm. Perhaps I'm not ready yet.”

“It's no rush,” she whispers, leaning forward to place a single kiss on his nose. “Dead gods, you're so lovely…”

Clueless as to how to respond, Astarion just keeps wiping at her tears. Whatever dark magic keeps his blood flowing without a pulse, it's giving him an awful rush that he's quite unaccustomed to, perhaps even enough to make him look as flush as the living for once.

This woman made him feel alive. What a thought.

“What's funny?” she asks after he emits a thin laugh.

“Hm? Oh, nothing.”

“Hmm…” Curiosity glints in her eyes, but her lashes flutter heavily. She seems to be struggling to keep them open.

“Feeling sleepy, my sweet?”

She doesn't respond, just smiles warmly beneath the soft rag and his gentle hands.

“You always do get all calm when I'm tending to you,” he says, referencing all the times he'd wiped stray blood from her skin. “Do you like being doted on?”

“I like you,” she purrs.

He laughs again. Her tears had ceased, so he sits up, discards the rag, and begins to readjust the quilt. Ulcharis continues to purr as he tucks the fabric tightly around her. After tucking her in, he lays back down beside her, pulling the other end of the blanket over himself.

As he settles in, a warm sensation washes over his hand. Astarion lets Ulcharis intertwine her thick, strong fingers with his thin, cold ones. She hardly makes another sound besides the purring - but he knows from the sound of her heart the moment she falls asleep.

It's a sound he's not unfamiliar with. There were times, back in the city, in the mansion, when Cazador would be a tad late to fetch his dinner. Astarion would lie there in the guest bed, his mind leagues beyond as the fool with him - sometimes in his arms, other times a foot away, or maybe splayed out on another piece of gaudy furniture - passed into oblivion. Sometimes the master’s arrival would wake them, and Astarion would watch meekly as they screamed and cursed and kicked. Other times, they were too inebriated and remained unconscious.

Sometimes he'd wonder which he'd prefer to be, in their shoes. Would he rather go down clawing and howling, knowing what Cazador was fond of doing to those who had the spirit to defy him? Or would it be better to be drunk dry in your sleep, your last conscious thoughts that of sinful delight?

Ulcharis groans in her sleep. Suddenly he's imagining her in that guest bedroom, fists and feet flying with the fury of a starved wolf. Gods - if he'd crossed paths with her in their past lives, Cazador may very well have been dead by now.

He savors the image as he brings her hand to his lips.

“I love you,” he says easily into the stillness of the night.

Ulcharis's heartbeat remains even. He feels…

Well. He's not ready for what he feels - so he closes his eyes, using her steady rhythm as the channel for his meditation. No rush, she'd said - there would be time aplenty to deal with his feelings later.

[sukirichi]

like crashing waves

Love comes to you like waves crashing upon one another.

REQUEST. mutual pining au + best friends to lovers + breeding kink 

CONTENT/WARNINGS. beach sex, unprotected sex, fingering, titty sucking, smut, nanami being a sweetheart <3 + the mandatory unedited note!

NOTES. thank you for requesting and joining the milestone event! I hope you like this <3

Your squeals echo as you run out of the car, arms flinging behind you with your best friend, Nanami, trailing behind you. His brows furrow upon seeing the familiar scenery of a light ultramarine sky, the sound of crashing waves calming upon his senses. His gaze falls on your waving form, figure jumping from the sand as you call out to him. Your smile is a lot brighter than the sun right behind you, and captivated, he follows your motions, his hands falling into the spaces between yours before allowing you to tug him closer to the beach.

“You brought me here,” he announces a little dazed, subconsciously gripping your hand tighter. “You remembered.”

“Of course I did!”

This isn’t just some regular beach. This is the place where the two of you first met when you were both little, awkward stubby legs running around the sand and scooping sand castles. As always, Nanami’s been more of a timid child, frowning at how you splashed on the water, uninterested with simpler tasks like the one he’s busy with.

When you see him silently enjoying himself, you trudge up to him. His hands immediately come up to protect his castle, having had his other friend Satoru kick and destroy them one too many times.

He’s surprised when you only gasp in awe, carrying your own plastic shovel and helping him build a bigger one afterwards. Your connection was natural – instantaneous.

Everything goes downhill from there. Despite living in another town, your family kept close contact, leading to you enrolling into Nanami’s middle school and staying solid all the way until he has to go attend Jujutsu High. He’s made it clear that he wishes to not be too attached to anyone or even get a wife, firm in his belief that he doesn’t want to hurt anyone by leaving a loved one behind. You, though? He makes an exception for you.

You’re his best friend and everything more, the one who pulled him away from being a salary man and telling him he could be capable of doing something wore instead of just fattening his bosses up while he does all the hard and honest work.

Nanami isn’t...cynical, per se, but he has a painfully honest outlook in his life while you’re more of the type to enjoy the little things, claiming that it’s never a sin to be happy despite the darkness looming. He’s been so used to you being a lot brighter and more cheerful than him, total opposites, really, that when the tables have turned and you’re the one holding his face as you scold him to save people and be the hero he is, he can’t really find it in himself to refuse.

Until now, he’s surprised you’re taking his profession extremely well. You never once blinked when he told you about his abilities and even takes away a fly head off your shoulder once, jumping in his arms instead to thank him.

He wonders how he ever came lucky enough to find someone like you, one that he actually cherishes more than he values the rules he’s set to keep himself in line.

Nanami doesn’t get the chance to think any more when you start stripping in front of him, your bubbling laughter syncing perfectly with the lapping of waves when you fling your clothes at him. He regrets ever letting you meet Gojo; you’re naughty, but never this pressing. His glare is half hearted as you run straight to the beach, however, and the blond man sighs.

His birthday was planned perfectly down to a tee. He’ll invite you over to celebrate, spend the silence and read books with you, have coffee, cuddle, and call it a day.

You had other plans in mind the moment you barged into his room though, dragging and pushing your friend all the way inside your car. His queries are silenced by the blasting radio, the man leaning back in his seat as his fingers tap against his thigh, wondering what you had in mind. There’s never really any telling with you and your spontaneous habits, so he just closes his eyes, allowing his blond hair to be swept away by the wind.

The last thing his wildest dreams could ever imagine is you taking him right back where everything started, his hands deft and careful as he unbuckles his belt. His cheeks tints a little because you never gave him the chance to pack, save for you throwing in hoodies and random underwear into a duffel bag.

Nanami folds both your clothes on the sand, shivering a bit from the chilly liquid. He glares at you once more with a tired sigh, about to ask how you have so much energy after driving for four hours straight when you splash water on him.

He is silent in comparison to your mocking laughter, waddling all around him until you’re whisking the water at every direction of his body.

Nanami stands there still like a statue, eyes closed to prevent the saltwater from hurting him, his hair sticking to his skin. His muscles are tense the whole while, preventing himself from just reaching over – not yet, anyway – for you were still too far away. But your guard is lowered, forgetting for a moment that your best friend is a jujutsu sorcerer and he’s spent years honing his senses until he’s mastered them to the extremity of his capabilities.

As your laughter grows closer, the splashing turning harder as it pads against his skin, Nanami opens his eyes and grabs you by your wrist hard.

You let out an ‘oop’ when he effortlessly pulls you into his chest, your forehead knocking against the solid muscles of his chest. “Ow!” you rub your forehead, lips formed into a pout and about to complain when your eyes snap wide open, the first thing in sight his pecs. Clearing your throat, you try to push yourself off him, suddenly completely aware of his warmth and his other hand sliding down your hip, lower, lower, and lower. “Nanami—”

“Having fun?”

His voice is low, a tinge of warning behind his words. Guiltily, you glance down at your wrist wrapped around his large, bony hand, noting the size and strength difference between the both of you.

You don’t want him to see you’re flustered – even if it’s painfully obvious already – so you snicker up at him, tilting your jaw upwards until he’s looking down straight at you. Nanami cocks an eyebrow in challenge, awaiting what snarky response would leave your lips when you smirk, using your free arm to splash on him one more time.

Nanami reels back when the water shoots straight in his eyes. Okay, you have to admit that maybe that was a little mean, but you’re having so much –

You’re immediately hoisted up into his arms, the water sliding off your body and the ground slipping off your feet. Panic rises in your system when you’re lifted off the seafloor, hands desperate and slippery as you cling onto his broad shoulders. “N-Nanami!” you protest, clinging to him like a koala when he only smirks, walking farther until he’s reached a spot he knows you can’t reach. “Hey, that’s cheating, put me down this instant!”

“Do you really want me to do that?”

Nanami knows you’ve surrendered to loss when you huff, leaving you with no choice but to wrap your legs around him tighter, nails subconsciously gliding down his back. He stiffens at your movements, brows furrowed as he ponders if bringing you here and rendering you helpless really is the best idea.

You’re pressed so close to him until space becomes nothing but a myth, your breathy intake of air wafting into his ear like bait. Nanami tightens his hold on your grip a bit, his swallowing audible at the feeling of your breasts pushed and flicking against his chest.

Fuck, of course you’re wearing your best bikini.

Nanami tries to push those lewd thoughts at the back of his head, drilling into his mind that you’re his best friend and you’re untouchable. He opts to stare beyond the horizon instead, train of thought too distracted of not letting himself be distracted by you that he doesn’t notice you pulling away to look at him.

He’s brought back to life when your wet palm caresses his cheek, thumbs smoothed over his cheeks. Nanami’s gaze flickers back to you, a sigh on his lips as he presses closer, daunting enough to leave a kiss on the crook of your palm.

That snaps something inside you.

You take his breath away – literally – as you cup his cheeks with both his hands, panting as you dove straight to his lips. Nanami’s reaction comes like reflex, both hands cupped under your ass as he meets your kiss with the same hunger and longing that has always been blossoming between the both of you the moment you both knew what love meant like.

Nanami’s groans are masculine and low when you begin to grind down on him, teasing as you push your breasts harder against his chest. Your nipples are hard enough that he feels the pebbled buds grazing across his chest, the sensation sending blood rushing to his cock.

He pulls away, cock swelling harder when he sees you all breathless with lips bruised. There’s something about knowing he’s the cause of you nearly falling apart like this, his mind wandering off a dangerous path at the fantasy of what you’d look like if he does something more.

The voice at the back of his head is responsible to keep him in his reigns, something he’s more than thankful of; otherwise he’ll completely ravage you senselessly at this moment.

“Do you really want our first time together to be out here in the open?” he rasps with short, quick pecks while you whine in his arms, the desire for that something more an aching and almost painful image on your face. “Won’t you like it more if we’re behind closed doors...” he brushes a thumb on your lip, coaxing your lips to part for him obediently. Nanami clenches his jaw when you eagerly suck at his thumb, your eyes dark and hazy with lust as you swirl your tongue around his digits. “...and I’d get to do whatever I want with you?”

“Are you going to hold back if we’re here?” you tease, popping his thumb off with a loud and wet pop. “It’s kind of romantic, don’t you think? The sun is setting behind us and it’s just the two of us anyway,” your words are breathy, panted and needy in its manner of delivery. Really, you can’t think straight anymore, not when his fingers are grazing over the swell of your ass and his face is bathed by the golden glow. Right now is perfect. “I just really want to be with you.”

You shudder when Nanami finally tugs your underwear to the side, the feeling of his fingers smoothing over your inner thighs and just hovering right where you want him to be enough to make you go crazy. You’re shaking, panting, almost crying.

Who knows how long you’ve wanted him – you’re simply too impatient if he plans to take his time with you.

A demand is ready to fall from your lips to just get him to take you already, but Nanami beats you to it, his pointer finger grazing against your slit. “I’m not going anywhere,” he promises, gritting his teeth the moment his thick, long finger sinks into you beautifully. Your head falls back in a moan as he pumps his fingers inside, testing the waters, and your pleasure is only amplified with the struggle of him trying to quicken his pace under the sea. “You’re so wet already.”

“Shut up, I-I wasn’t—”

“You’re beautiful,” Nanami growls, taking you by surprise when he takes two fingers to spring the knots of your top away. You gasp when your top slides off at the curve off your breasts before your erect nipples are revealed all for him, hard and swollen while he inserts another finger in your heat.

Clutching harder on his shoulders and bouncing yourself off on his finger, Nanami’s self control is tethering dangerously across the edge.

He leans down to suck at your breasts dutifully, fighting against the water that’s surrounding you both. “You’re extremely beautiful,” he praises, “Thank you – for letting me have you this way, for trusting me,” An elongated groan falls from both your lips when he sinks you down on his cock, your heat a great and mind-numbing contrast to the chill of the water. “I think you’re the best birthday gift.”

“Always so romantic, Nanami,” you managed through a laugh, allowing him to fuck into you senselessly. You’re all over him, hands wrapped around his neck, fingers tugging at his hair and tongue swiping out to taste the saltiness of the water on his skin. He’s amazing, so fucking good, and you snap your eyes shut while the soft, crashing waves match the rhythm of his thrusts. “No one could blame me for falling for you.”

“You are?” he grasps your ass until he squeezes it hard enough to make your walls clamp down on him, your grunting muffled by the teeth nibbling his earlobe. “Do you love me?”

“For so long.”

Nanami smiles even if you can’t see it, but it doesn’t matter. He’ll just have to show you, make you feel the words and emotions weighing heavily at his heart. Nanami leans sideways to capture your lips in a wet kiss, hands heavy and harsh compared to his passionate kisses as he keeps bouncing you up and down his cock. He’ll just have to show you.

“I’ll make up for the lost time then.”

You’re wearing your favourite hoodie of Nanami’s as you stand before the counter, stirring both mugs with your hands wrapped around it to warm you up. After your lovemaking session that has turned into more than two rounds, you’re downright spent, the both of you too tired to drive back home and opting for a hotel instead.

The aroma of coffee along with Nanami’s scent lingering on his clothes brings a smile to your face, your heart and skin still fluttery from today’s event.

Just then, strong arms wrap around your waist, soft lips coming down to press at the apples of your cheeks. You giggle in his arms as Nanami sways you both side to side, his head resting on your shoulder.

“I love you,” he announces quietly, so softly and tenderly as if it’s a secret only you’re allowed to know. You already became aware of his feelings – he’s shown it enough – but hearing it come from his own lips feels different.

Growing up, you always believed that love would come to you rapidly, overwhelmingly. But as Nanami swoops down to kiss you once more, his lips tasting faintly of the cake you both got on the way, you realize love is more like the soft crashing waves that comes gradually, slowly, yet constantly until you’re surrounded and it consumes you whole. It buds and grows larger until the crashing waves expand into an ocean of feelings that can’t even comprehend the depth of what you feel him, and you kiss him hard, embrace him hard – you just want to show him.