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summercourtship · 6 months ago

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81 and 28 with jonathan and reader, if its not too much trouble? maybe it would take place after he’d found out she had slept with edward. sort of one-off, not really canon type thing. thank you for all you do <333

So I'm gonna combine this with this other request because they're pretty similar and they work very well together. and I gotta let y'all know that you will get some jealous/possessive jonathan in the actual STBOTDI canon. and thank you!!!!!!! <3

warnings: possessive behavior, some infantilizing and degrading language, rough sex, minimal proofreading lol | word count: 998 words

stbotdi anniversary special

Of course Jonathan would find out.

Arkham was colder than usual. Maybe it was the weight of his icy stare as he looked over his glasses at you, or the way his stance was carefully composed as he leaned against his desk with his arms crossed. Maybe it was the way the door of his office loomed behind you, closed shut and an impassive obstacle to escaping this confrontation. The only way out is through, right? But that thought wasn’t as comforting right now as it usually was.

“How long have you been sleeping with Nashton?”

You blinked at him, the question taking you aback before you realized that it really shouldn't surprise you. Why wouldn’t Jonathan know about your tryst?

You could tell him the truth, easily. It was a one time thing, it was an act of desperation. But your conflicted feelings about Edward kept you from believing those words yourself. So you said even more unbelievable ones, the excuse no one ever got away with.

“We’re just friends.”

Jonathan narrowed his eyes slightly at you, his head twitching to the side for a moment before it righted itself.

“...Just friends.” He repeated, weighing each word on his tongue carefully. He spoke like he was putting your words on display to show you just how foolish they were. He pushed himself away from the desk, slowly stalking closer to you before he started to speak again. “You know what I think?”

With each step he took towards you, you took one back until he had pushed you back to the wall. When you had nowhere left to go, only able to look at him and plead with your eyes for mercy, he leaned forward to whisper in your ear.

“I think you’re a desperate little girl who spread her legs for the first man to look her way.” Heat crept across your face at the degrading words, but more frustratingly, you felt the familiar twinge of arousal in your core. “This one just happened to be a felon.”

“No-” You tried, weakly, to protest his accusations, to push back against his harsh words. But it was too late, Jonathan’s hands caressing your body until they came to rest on your waist, his touch effectively cutting your thoughts off.

“I don’t want to hear your excuses anymore.”

With his hands gripping your waist, he flipped you around so you faced the wall. Your hands flew up to brace yourself against it, and with a press of his hand on your back you leaned forward, pressing your cheek against the cold cement block. Your body was malleable to his whims. He nudged your legs apart with his foot, using his hands to pull up the skirt you’d decided at last minute to wear to work. (Whether that was a lucky or unlucky choice was yet to be seen.)

His fingers found their way to the top of your tights, gripping the elastic and pulling it down. You noted that he wasn’t being rough enough in his movements to rip the delicate fabric. You doubted this was because he was actually being careful with your body, but rather so you could continue to work once he was done taking out his frustrations on you.

When your underwear was finally exposed to him, your tights bunched around your ankles like a makeshift restraint, he pulled that down too without bothering to feel if your arousal had soaked through. It was clear he wasn’t planning on taking his time with you.

Jonathan’s hands caressed the skin of your ass, gripping hard for a second before he slipped one of his hands between your legs, his fingers sliding through your folds until they brushed against your clit. You inhaled sharply, but he pulled his fingers away, wiping them on the skin of your thigh.

You didn’t open your eyes, content to keep them closed with your cheek pressed against the wall, even as you could hear him pulling himself out of his pants a second before the tip of his cock pressed against your opening. He thrust slightly, just enough to rest the head inside of you, stretching you but not enough to deliver any relief from the desire running through your veins.

Jonathan lingered there for a moment, as if he could tell that you desperately wanted to push back onto him but were waiting for him to make the first move. He was letting you wonder if he was going to drag this out or if he was going to press forward and finally fuck you after months of you holding out on him.

Then, like he was done making you question him and with little teasing, he began to push into you, faster than you were expecting, your eyes flying open and eyebrows furrowing at the intrusion. Without giving you any time to fully adjust to his size, Jonathan pulled back out and slammed right back into you, his length dragging against you and the head of his cock hitting you in a way that forced a whine from your lips, though you tried to hold it back by clenching your teeth.

You were at war with yourself- a fight between the desire to acknowledge that the way his cock filled you so perfectly right now was quenching a fire that had burned with no recourse for months and the knowledge that if you gave into him, you’d never escape again. But each thrust, each brush of his fingers against your clit weathered your ability to resist giving into him completely.

Then he delivered the final blow to your resolve, leaning forward to hiss in your ear after a particularly hard thrust: “I’m going to fuck you so hard you forget about anyone but me.”

And you realize, against the dull pain of his grip on your waist and the rough scratch of the wall against your face as he held you still, that you might have fucked up.

#also sometimes i do adjust the prompts slightly to work better #but that's okay #scarecrow x reader #jonathan crane x reader #my fic #my writing #request #stbotdi anniversary special

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yomawiththeboma · 4 months ago

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Wish You Were Never Mine

◈ NAMJOON X FEMALE READER

◈ SOULMATES AU

◈ CHAPTER 3: Better Chances (2k words)

◈ Find the story's masterlist HERE

After a long night full of crying and smoking weed, the sun decided to spread its rays indicating the start of a new day filled with new hopes for lucky and unlucky people. Both soulmates woke up feeling like they had been hit by a train.

Restlessness was easily seen in Y/N’s bloodshot eyes. She didn’t sleep much after meeting her soulmate, she can’t even remember his features clearly from the shock she was in. The lady shook her head not wanting to think about him now. Getting a cigarette from her back pocket she glanced at herself realizing that she had slept in the clothes she was in yesterday.

Getting up from the uncomfortable, old, and torn couch, Y/N went straight to the bed that was across the room. She looked at the young soul with pity in her eyes. Her sister slept peacefully on the uncomfortable mattress. Taking steps forward, the lady finally crouched next to Minjin on the floor, she carefully removed the blanket shaking the younger.

“Minjin-ah, wake up. It’s time for school.” the teenager tossed and turned a little before finally flattering her eyes open. She rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand whining at the smell of smoke in the early morning. “Sorry, baby.” she muttered before glancing at herself in the floor-length mirror that was perched beside the bathroom, her lips busted and her left eye too red for her liking. She looked at her white shirt that had dried blood before pulling it over her head and throwing it in the laundry basket. She was left in a black top and her black sweats.

While Minjin was getting ready, Y/N went to make the girl a small breakfast and prepare some sandwiches for her. How much she missed her mother’s presence in the house, the way she took care of them, the way her food tasted, and the way she made them feel loved and cared for. Her endless love for both of them. She didn’t want anything in return. Life was cruel and so was fate. She was matched with the worst man. He was a liar, a drunkard, and he was a cheater. He made love to strangers at night and worked in the morning to only spend his money on girls and beer. And in the end, he killed himself which caused the heartrending death of their loving mother. How much Y/N hated this soulmate system, it was pure bullshit. She couldn’t believe that something so fucked up tied your life with a stranger’s. They needed their mother back then, they were young, too young to face this cruel world alone.

Her thoughts were cut off when she heard the front door open revealing her friend who was ready in his blue sneakers and white shorts, ready to piss some teachers off at college. He entered the kitchen like he owned the house. Y/N continued her work as she placed a single plate on the counter that had an egg sandwich with a cup of milk beside it.

“There is no good morning for me?” Taehyung asked with a pout on his face. He sipped on the cold orange juice he had in his hand staring at the girl.

“No.” she rolled her eyes before Minjin joined the small gathering, “Come here and eat your breaky before heading to school.” she calmly said as she watched her sister sit on the chair and inhale her sandwich.

“That was the worst sandwich ever. Thank you very much and bye!” the rascal said before jumping from the chair and running to take her bag and leave with Taehyung.

Bidding their goodbyes, Taehyung took Minjin and left to go to school. Y/N looked at the door close before getting another cigarette and lighting it up.

Pulling on the very colorful shirt she stole from Taehyung over her black tank top she got ready to roam the dull streets of Seoul.

“So you didn’t get to talk to her?” Hoseok’s voice echoed in the empty house.

“Yes! She ran away! I can’t believe it, Hyung!” Namjoon yelled in frustration before coughing again for the millionth time, “And she has been smoking since yesterday till now! I can’t think straight and my lungs are squeezing like two balloons. I couldn’t sleep!!” he huffed, buttoning the white buttons of the sky blue shirt he wore.

“She really won’t stop, will she?” A long pause filled the place before Hoseok spoke again, “Don’t worry, we will find her soon, probably at the same place again.” Hoseok spoke again before shuffling was heard beside him, then a soft ‘good morning’ could be heard. That was their cue to end the call.

“We will talk after college, and send my greetings to Iseul Nonna.” Namjoon cut the call, brushing his brown locks he took his bag and left.

Namjoon’s mind was already filled with work and grades, and then Y/N’s sudden appearance didn’t make it any better. How much he wanted to run and hug her and hold her close and never let her go. He wants to give her all the love he has and more, he wants to treat her wounds and make sure she doesn’t get hurt. Take her out on the most beautiful dates and buy her all the things she wishes for. He just wants a simple life with a loving soulmate who would take care of him instead of the doctors he visited often ever since the tattoo appeared, someone who would call to just say ‘I love you’, someone who would cuddle till they fell asleep. But this unlucky man got a cold fighter who just ran away from him, didn’t give him a chance, and ruined his health.

He sighed as he noticed that he was already in front of the college’s building. Shaking his thoughts, he just entered the building and decided to think about this later, he has finals to study for.

“So you’re telling me that I will be paid more money for fighting and get a stable salary of seven million four hundred thousand won a month if I worked as a Cocktail Server in the morning in your Casino?” Y/N asked, not believing what she was hearing. She was getting ready to fight putting numbing cream on her face and hands when a gentleman clad in a black tuxedo walked to her with two bodyguards close behind him.

“I am a man of money and I see some potential in you. So, are you going to accept?” he asked, waiting for her to give him her final answer with a contract in hand waiting to be signed. “Keep in mind that your shift starts from nine till six in the morning.”

“Yeah, but I will need at least an hour break between my actual shift and before I start fighting.” she folded her arms to her chest staring intensely at the man, she needed to check on her sister between her shifts. She couldn’t just accept and show the man how desperate she was for this money.

“That’s no problem. You can have a break from twelve till one.” she nodded taking the contract and signing it.

“I will be there.” the man disappeared after.

Looking at the boy in front of her she cringed at how young he was. He was handsome and innocent. He seemed like he was in this position because of a stupid bet.

Getting in the position she heard the whistle before the boy was launching at her in a very childish way. A hit to the back of his knee kept him down till the whistle was heard. Hearing bullies she nodded to herself confirming her doubts.

The fifth round rolled and she was doing fairly well. No one hit her face yet or injured her. She drank some water before putting in more numbing cream. She knew from experience that even though she wasn’t injured yet anything could happen in the ring.

Just like she anticipated, a man double her size walked into the circle. Hearing the loud cheers disappear she took it upon herself to make them louder. People started betting siding with the male.

“Hey, are you sure of this one?” Taehyung whispered and she only nodded before getting up and getting into position.

Taehyung had an uneasy feeling about this. Something about the male standing in front of him made him feel uneasy and restless.

The loud whistle was heard and the man was quick to throw a punch but the girl swiftly moved to avoid it before a punch landed on her face. Shocked she looked at the male before landing a punch to the inside of his elbow making him furrow his eyebrows in pain and confusion.

They were almost seven minutes in and none of them were planning on losing. Y/N had a bleeding lip and a broken rib. She put her fists in front of her face as she inched closer to the male before dunking down and knocking him over. Hitting his inner arm and thighs she managed to keep him down for a minute before Taehyung was whistling indicating her win.

She got up limping to where Taehyung was waiting for her. Giving him a toothy smile full of blood he chuckled before his smile dropped and so did hers. Feeling her vision swim she heard loud shouting, everything around her was hazy, she felt like she was swimming underwater before her ears were whistling. She got up on her knees and hands looking at the nameless guy she was fighting minutes ago on top of her best friend beating the hell out of him.

She felt helpless, laying there on the street with her unstable vision and upset stomach. She felt that this was it, she was going to be beaten till death, but a faint memory of her getting beaten up until she couldn’t get up. Taehyung used to say just one thing, “Shin! Get the fuck up!”. With rewound determination, she sighed standing up again on her feet to face the gigantic man in front of her.

Looking at the chair she was once sitting on she got up taking it before swinging it on the male’s head. The male groaned, turning around and looking at her. He grabbed her by the shoulder, punching her shoulder before she was climbing on him, putting him in a headlock, and punching his face as she used to when she was training.

Blood trickled down her face as she got up, looking at the bloodied floor she backed down looking at the people cheering for her. She scoffed, getting a hold of her best friend who was whining at how he lost his left molar.

“Hey, it’s nothing.” she said looking at the teary-eyed Minjin.

She had wrapped her broken rib with an old shirt deciding that going to the doctor is gonna cost her a lot. A pack of ice on her face and another supporting her head. She had showered that day with nothing but blood going down her body.

That night was filled with nothing but comforting words from Minjin to Taehyung who had his left cheek swollen and to Y/n who was carefully bandaged almost looking like a mummy.

“Didn’t you stop these pills already?” Taehyung asked seeing her popping the illegal pill in her mouth with ease making him frown.

“I couldn’t handle feeling his emotions… especially after being beaten up like this. He… he just feels so fragile and depressing. I can’t stop feeling guilty for putting him in this situation. I really wish I was never his, nor he was ever mine. I believe he deserves better.” the atmosphere felt awkward as she said the words suffocating the two adults.

“I promise it will get better. Don’t worry.” with these simple words, Taehyung hugged Y/N in a comforting manner before drifting into slumber while cuddling each other with Minjin in the middle between the two friends.

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tinytiger · 7 months ago

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The Hobbit- A Kili x F!Reader Fanfic

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Down Down in Goblin Town

During their journey, the company faces a thunderstorm, and Y/n slips off a ledge, causing tension. They are captured by goblins and taken to Goblin Town. Y/n's sassy remarks draw the Goblin King's attention. Gandalf helps them escape, and a humorous twist ensues when the Goblin King falls, leaving Y/n laughing and catching Kili's attention.

Tw- being tied up, violence, mentions of thunder.

At Midnight, the company left the comfort of Rivendale and headed up the mountain path. There weren’t even 20 minutes into the journey, when the loud clash of thunder echoed through the valley. Y/n jumped and turned to Bilbo who was behind her. Bilbo could see the fear in her eyes. She hates thunderstorms.

“You will be fine!” he shouted so she could hear him over the constant smashing. Y/n nodded and kept walking in front of her. The rain fell harder, feeling like bullets hitting the pale girl’s skin. She was freezing and her hood kept falling down from her head thanks to the wind howling like wolves.

“We need to rest!” Dwalin shouted. Thorin heard and turned around. The company were all cold and getting grumpy. He opened his mouth when Kili shouted to move.

He pushed Bilbo so that he wouldn’t get crushed by a falling boulder, but that meant he would hit Y/n who lost her footing and fell off the small ledge they were walking on.

“Bilbo!” She screamed as she grabbed onto the ledge.

Bilbo froze; he hadn’t heard her scream like that since she was very little and she couldn’t find him. When she had been petrified. She was crying, tears running down her face. He threw himself at the ground and grabbed onto her hand.

He pulled with all of his might, but she didn’t budge.

He was pushed out of the way. Y/n screamed as she let go, quickly grabbing back onto the ledge. Thorin and Kili grabbed an arm each and heaved her up. When her waist was over the ledge she swung a leg over the ledge and fell into Kili’s chest.

Kili wrapped his arms around her shaking body and kissed her forehead. He ran his hand through her hair and tried to calm her down. Tears were still falling down her face. Thorin stood up and stormed towards Bilbo.

“How useless can you be, Hobbit?” Thorin shouted. He was livid; he nearly lost the closest thing he had to the only woman he had ever loved. The person in charge of her couldn’t save her.

“You’re her ‘dad,’ right? Right!” he continued.

“I—“ Bilbo stuttered.

“She is the closest thing I have to her mother! And I’m not going to lose her just because you are incompetent!” Thorin finished.

“Thorin!” He spun around to see Y/n standing up, her fists balled and her face was red from crying and anger.

“Don’t call him incompetent. He was scared and isn’t as strong as you. So grow up!” Y/n defended Bilbo; she was pissed, cold, and annoyed.

She turned around and stormed up the path until she came across a cave. She went into it and was soon followed by the group who were quiet. She took her cloak off and threw it on the floor, not caring that it was soaking.

She sat on it trying to get comfy; Kili walked over and placed his next to her.

“You alright?” he asked, reaching out for her shoulder.

Nothing.

Y/n closed her eyes and tried to sleep, but the crashing of the thunder was louder in the cave than outside.

Kili pulled her towards him; his chest touched her back. His warmth spread through her small body. Y/n stuck her face in his chest and wrapped her arms around his strong arms.

A clash of thunder echoed through the cave making Y/n squeak and burying her head into Kili’s chest even more. He chuckled and kissed the top of her head. The two fell asleep in each other’s arms.

They both were awoken by the sudden shouts of the dwarves as they fell into a large basket. Goblins grabbed and pulled at the dwarves and Y/n. One, unlucky, poked Y/n in the chest and received a punch in the face. After fighting with their hands the Goblins managed to cuff the group in a long line like cattle and pushed them down a winding path singing a horrible song:

Clap, snap, the black crack

Grip, grab, pinch, and nab

Batter and beat

Make ‘em stammer and squeak!

Pound pound, far underground

Down, down, down in Goblin Town

With a swish and smack

And a whip and a crack

Everybody talks when they’re on my rack

Pound pound, far underground

Down, down, down in Goblin Town

Hammer and tongs, get out your knockers and gongs

You won't last long on the end of my prongs

Clash, crash, crush and smish

Bang, break, shiver and shake

You can yammer and yelp

But there ain't no help

Pound pound, far underground

Down, down, down in Goblin Town

The ropes at Y/n’s wrists were tearing at them making the flesh go red at the friction. Kili was in front of her and kept looking back at her to make sure she was okay. After 20 minutes of pushing, pulling, and jeering at the gang, they arrived in front of an ugly goblin with a massive hanging chin.

As he sang the same song that they were singing, Y/n felt a headache coming. Will this guy shut up? Well, if what something done, better do it yourself. As the goblin king finished holding the note for way too long, Y/n opened her mouth and shouted.

“Will you shut up!”

Everyone fell quiet, even the jeering goblins.

The King looked down and asked a goblin to bring the one who said that up. The goblin who was in charge of Y/n pushed her to the front, where she was pushed to her knees.

“Oh, look at this. Some elf brat decided to stand up for herself!” As the king spoke, the scent was awful and nearly made her throw up.

“You’re singing sounds like a warg being drowned.” Y/n replied calmly.

“You are insane to speak to a king like that!” The goblin cried out.

“Insanity runs in my family. It practically gallops.” Y/n sassed back.

The Goblin king had had enough of her. He slammed his foot onto a wooden plank which made Y/n shoot back into Kili’s legs. He brought her to her feet and whispered in her ears.

“I like it when you’re sassy, but you dying isn’t on the agenda today.”

Y/n smiled at him and looked back at the Goblin king who was now getting his minions to give him the weapons.

“Who is so brave to walk in armed to my kingdom?” he asked, sitting back on his throne. It creaked and was accompanied with the screeching of Goblins that were being squished as he sat down.

“Spies, Thieves, assassins!” he cried out as the dwarves looked at him with pure revolted

The Goblin that stood at the front of the Dwarves turned and spat.

“Dwarves, you griminess”

“Dwarves?” asked the Goblin King

“Found em’ sheltering in the front porch” A Goblin cheered as to get the kings attention.

The King sighed, disappointed in his kin. As he stood up, to look at the goblin at the front again. As he got closer the stench grew worse. It smelt of rotting fruit and old meat.

“Well don’t just stand there. Search them!” he commanded. Instantly the Goblins were grabbing at the company. One took the earpiece Oin used to hear and smashed it on the ground. From Nori, a giant bag was taken from him and inside were, cutlery, plates, and candlesticks obviously from Rivendale.

Y/n glared at him, while he looked sheepishly away from her. The Goblin king picked up a candlestick turning it over and read.

“Made in Rivendale. Oh, the second age.” Then he threw it over his shoulder and down into the depths of Goblin town.

The Goblins were still grabbing and shoving at the dwarves while they were being questioned by the king. Thorin went to answer, but Oin stood forward to protect his King.

“You gonna have to speak up Lad, your boys flattened my trumpet?”

The Goblin raised his staff to strike the old dwarf.

“If it’s information you want you better talk to me.” Bofur got the attention of the king

“Go on. I want the truth, warts and all” The king stepped back arms crossed

“Well. We were on the road; it wasn’t actually a road but more of a path. Anyway, we were on this path thing and then we weren’t which is a problem because we were supposed to be in Dunland by last Tuesday.” Bofur babbled to by time

“Visiting distant relatives.” Gloin butted in

“Some inbreds on my mother side.” Bofur was making up some crazy stuff now,

“Shut up!” The goblin king shouted as he clearly got annoyed. The goblins all quivered and shrank down

“If they won’t talk, they will squawk! Bring up the bone cleaver, bring up the head smasher.” The goblins cheered as their leader made commanded

“Start with the youngest.” He pointed at Ori.

“Wait!” a deep voice echoed, walking through the crowd of dwarves.

Thorin stepped forwards

The goblin king froze and a smirk crawled onto his ugly face.

“Thorin Oakenshield, King under the mountain.” He said walking around his arms in the air then he looked at Thorin with a smile.

“Only you don’t have a mountain anymore.”

The uproar from dwarves and Y/n nearly battled the noise that the Goblins around them. They had had enough of being pushed around like toys.

Suddenly, a giant white flash blinded all of the goblins and knocked them all to the floor.

Gandalf stood on a to the right of the Goblin king and looked directly at the group.

“Run you fools.”

And by God did they run, Y/n was in the middle shooting the goblins running towards the group.

Often she would yell at the guy in front of her to duck as she fired an arrow. They finally made it to the end of the track, they all paused. Y/n ran into the hard back of Thorin as he froze. The Goblin had somehow managed follow them stop their escape.

Gandalf stood up and looked up at the king, with a face of pure disgust.

“What you gonna do now, Wizard?” The Goblin jeered at the wizard

Gandalf, very sassily (which Y/n was quite proud of), sliced the stabbed the stomach of the gross king and Y/n smirked.

“That all do”

Quickly, Y/n lunged forward, grabbing a dagger from Fili’s back pockets, and sliced the singular rope that was keeping them upright.

All 14 fell into the depths of the caves. Y/n skidded down the side of the cliff, her boots scraping across the rock and landed on the ledge. She stood up and began battering herself down checking if she was hurt.

“Well, that could have been worse.” Bofur said

Right before the goblin king fell onto the wooden pile. A groan echoed through the cave walls.

Y/n burst out into a loud laugh and laughed so hard she had to put her hands on her knees.

Completely, unaware of the gaze of a brown-eyed dwarf.

#hobbit #kili durin #kili x reader #xreader

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enhalusional · 2 months ago

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Chapter 1

Sohee has a chance encounter with someone who has an enhypen fansign ticket. Fate was dangling the opportunity in her face. Why would she let go?

Words: 1.7k

Trigger warnings: Physical abuse, indication of assault, theft, mentions of alcohol and drugs.

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The door-bell chimed loudly, indicating the arrival of a new customer. Sohee willed herself to put on a smile despite her clearly evident tiredness. She had been working double shifts for the past two days in the same café on top of her 3 other jobs. Sleep had been reduced to a mere three hours a day. She badly needed a day off how else was she supposed to make her ends meet? She envied all the people her age who were able to go to college. They had their lives on track. And here she was, not knowing if she would eat the next week. College was out of question. She was grateful for knowing how to read even.

She made the order for the girl who barely looked sixteen years old. The girl had on a white undershirt with a beige tunic cinched at her waist with a white belt. Her smooth and silky hair was left open in waves.

Old Money.

Rest under the cut

Sohee was sure of it. After being the barista in this place for more than a year now, it was easy for her to judge people through their clothes.

Don't judge a book by its cover.

But that was exactly what Sohee did. Clothes and how they carried themselves in it. It kept her mind off of other things. Like her addict of a father at home who must be waiting to suck her dry of today's tips. Or the due payments to be made to the landlord before they were evicted. The landlord had pitied her enough and given her extensions. And four months was stretching it.

She wondered what this girl was doing here in the first place. Not that it was her business. But she felt bad for any possible encounters the girl might have to face. Sohee sighed for the nth time that day. It was 7:45 PM. Her shift ended at 8. She bobbed her head to the music playing in her ears.

I would give up heaven if I had to

Just to get another taste of your...

Right before the beat drop, the girl in front of her started yelling into her phone. Irritation shot up in Sohee. It had to be now. Did she not deserve to at least listen to her Idols in peace? Enhypen was the only thing that stopped her from doing something awful. Because if something happened to her, how will she listen to their music? See their pretty faces and smiles? Enhypen was the only good thing in her life. The only thing she was the sensitive spot she had. And she went berserk when she was interrupted in her alone time with them. The mental image of Enhypen's body rolls faded away. Her ears picked up on the girl's conversation.

"I can't wait to see them. I'm sure Niki remembers me...I know I am, aren't I? He even calls me Riyu Noona...like of course why wouldn't he? He might be used to pretty faces but none like me."

Of course, everyone was meeting them except her. She was the unlucky one here. Sohee cursed her fate. How can a girl younger than her have everything she had ever wanted? Money, a good house, probably a good family as well and the most important thing, her idols. Life was cruel. But the next second, Sohee heard something that made her eyes go wide.

"I just brought the tickets you know? Premium seats that too...uh huh...you bet I'm wearing that one. As much as I love Niki, I'm also looking forward to catching Heeseung's attention as well..."

She just brought the tickets? Sohee concentrated on her face and her clothing once again. They were ruffled. Her face was a bit tired. She had been out for a good while. Did that mean she had the tickets on her now? Inside that pretty white purse?

Sohee's breathing turned ragged. This could be her chance, right? A young girl was of no match to her strength. But she was rich. Influential probably. Sohee pocketed her phone. Her latest phone that she had recently got.

Or...stole.

She needed to be careful. The girl was leaving already. Sohee bounced in her place and looked out frantically. Why was her coworker always late? She watched in frustration as the girl started fading away from her sight in the night fog.

Shit, Shit, Shit...

From a distance, she saw her coworker approaching. Sohee immediately threw her apron aside and got her bag from the shelf. Without even waiting for her coworker to come in, she dashed out.

"Emergency. Sorry." She told her coworker in a hurry when they met at a distance.

Not hearing her response, Sohee ran towards the empty streets. She frantically looked around trying to spot the girl. She was betting all of this on the assumption that the girl had the tickets in her purse. God forbid, she didn't. All of this would be in vain. After turning the corner, she heard someone slurring. Cracking her knuckles, she inched forward to peep.

"Hey pretty, what are you doing here this late at night? Did your driver not arrive yet?"

You bet he didn't. Sohee thought.

But it was a relief. Both that she had found the girl and that she didn't have to get her hands dirty. She put her hood up and wore her mask. She peeped again and saw the girl whimpering in the corner. One man. She could take him out easily.

She walked over without making a noise. The man got close to the girl, his hand now on her shoulder. A predator. Not a thug. This was going to be fun. The girl saw her through the tear strained face. As soon as the man turned around, Sohee punched him in the eye and kicked him in the balls. Once he fell, she stomped on his balls again for a good measure. The man cried and cursed at her. In the meanwhile, she went to check on the girl.

"There, there. It's alright. He won't do anything now..."

In the process of consoling her, Sohee's eyes fell on the purse beside her. In an attempt to give her a reassuring hug, Sohee swiftly and discreetly reached inside the clasp. She had to suppress the cry of joy when her hand closed in on the stiff paper. She pulled it out carefully and patted the girl's head.

"Be safe. This isn't a good neighborhood. Lots of thugs and delinquents."

And I'm one of them.

Sohee started walking back to her house. These alleyways were her routine. Living here taught her many things. Things that she wasn't proud of. But it was either fight or death. She might've been dead a long time ago if she hadn't adapted. She opened the door to her house. The shabby two bedroom apartment reeked of alcohol. An outsider would've puked at the smell. But over the years, she had gotten used to this. This and the small particles of leftover white powder on the table.

Her father was nowhere in sight. Maybe he left. She wished he wouldn't comeback for another few days. She went to her room and immediately locked the door behind her. But she wished she hadn't. He was one her bed. His big unkempt beard hid the permanent snarl on his face. The drawers were open, the little contents strewn on the floor. Most of them being idol photocards and little pieces of jewelry she had stolen over the last few days.

"You hid the money from me, you bitch." He said.

"I don't have anything." Sohee countered.

"That's a lie." He said. "What use are you even making out of yourself? At least that pretty face gets you tips. Empty your pockets."

Sohee took a few notes out of her pocket. "Not a lot of customers."

Her father cornered her. She held the money up in hope that he would leave soon. But instead, he slammed her into the wall and started choking her.

"Lies. I give you a roof and all you do is lie."

He started going through her pockets in search of money. But instead he pulled out the tickets.

"What is this?"

Upon seeing Enhypen's faces, anger simmered in his eyes.

"Someone you're whoring yourself to?" he asked in contempt.

Fear crept up in Sohee. Her sole joy was in his hands. If anything happened to them, she had no idea what she would do.

"N-no. Please..." she whimpered.

His eyes glinted with delight. He slowly started to crumple the tickets, taking full satisfaction from the panic in her eyes.

"Money! I-I'll give it to you." she said frantically.

"Good girl." He cooed at her and left her throat.

Sohee fell to the ground and scrambled to get the rest of the tip from her inner pockets. But her father wasn't satisfied. He tore a little piece from the ticket with a short laugh.

"No! Wait." She stumbled over to the drawer and opened a hidden compartment. Holding out a bundle of notes, she pleaded him to let it go.

As soon as he saw the huge bundle, he snatched it from her hands. The tickets fell to the ground and Sohee made a dash for it. She hid them behind her and her father smirked at her.

"I'm in a good mood today. You can keep those."

He slammed the door behind him. Sohee rushed forward and locked it shut. She breathed heavily and turned the tickets over. They were torn from the corner but nothing important was amiss.

Good. The staff will surely miss the tear. It's not that big of a deal, right?

She sacrificed all the money she was saving to get out of there. Surely life wouldn't be so cruel to her and take away her hope and love at once. She deserved a break from reality. And she was going to get it, by fighting tooth or nail.

#enhypen #enhypen heeseung #enhypen jake #enhypen fic #enhypen jay #enhypen niki #enhypen sunghoon #enhypen sunoo #enhypen au #enhypen angst #sunoo fic #sunoo imagines #kim sunoo #sunoo

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mustela28nivalis · 1 year ago

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Amerus prompt

Medieval omegaverse au. Allen(alpha) wants his omega son Alfred to marry, but Alfred only agrees to marry the one who beats him in many competitions, but because of Alfred's superpower, no one can beat him and never will. Alfred doesn't need any alphas, he fucks his omega friend Ivan. Maybe they'll have a secret wedding.

Alfred and Ivan are representatives of the furry community. Fursona Alfred is a grizzly, and Fursona Ivan is a polar bear. They met at a gay furry party and had sex in fursuits.

Omegaverse au. Alfred and Ivan are students at a school that is only for alphas. They have secrets, Ivan is actually an omega, Alfred is not a simple alpha but an enigma.

Omegaverse au. Alfred(alpha), Matthew(alpha) and his boyfriend Arthur(omega) go on vacation to the jungle, another group of alphas went there with one prostitute for all - Ivan(omega) . They all get into an adventure, something like Indiana Jones on the minimum wage, what exactly happened to them you can think of yourself. In general, Ivan gets into trouble, everyone refused to save the prostitute, except for Alfred, Ivan falls in love with him and offers to sleep, he won’t take money from him, Alfred refuses and advises him to stop doing this. A year or two passes (I can’t decide) and by chance Alfred meets Ivan on the street, who was never able to leave prostitution. Alfred decides to take Ivan for himself, help him find a normal job and of course they will have a love relationship.

Office au. Ivan and Alfred are friends, and now Alfred told his secret, his dick has not risen for a long time. Ivan offered to give a blowjob (of course, in a friendly way) suddenly the member will rise and the member really got up. Ivan even allowed himself to be fucked as a reward for the fact that Alfred burst into tears of happiness.

Ice dragoness Natalya kidnaps Prince Ivan, knight Alfred saves him.

The beast and beast au. The witch Natalya fell in love with Prince Ivan, but he is not interested in women because he is gay, for this she turns him into a beast, the spell will be lifted if he has mutual love with a girl and not with a guy. Then Natalya sticks to Prince Alfred, he also turns out to be gay and she turns him into a beast, the method of removing the curse is the same. Beasts intersect, love happens, the spell is of course not removed, but they don’t care anymore, because you can love each other in the form of furry cats.

Omegaverse au. Ivan is an underage omega prostitute who has a child from a client. Alfred is an underage alpha from a prosperous family who pulls Ivan out of prostitution.

Ivan is a sinner who has sunk to the very bottom. Alcohol, smoking, sells his ass for drugs, and before all this, he stalkered for his ex-boyfriend - Tolys, even a badge was allocated so that he would not approach him even 50 meters away, but this did not stop Ivan. But now he has lagged behind Tolys and regrets the past. Alfred is an angel who wants to do something heroic, for example, to put some kind of sinner on a bright path, and Ivan is the first to come across.

Fantasy omegaverse au. Ivan the omega in heat, who was presented as a gift to the magical alpha eagle Alfred. Now Ivan is his wife.

Omegaverse au. Alfred is the top!omega who is unlucky in love. Omega guys left him because Alfred is not alpha, you can’t give birth to a child from him. Alphas also abandoned him because they were tired of constantly being the bottom. Somehow he met with beta!Ivan and now they became a couple.

Alfred gets himself a huskyboy Ivan, a troublesome dog that everyone refuses, but Alfred manages to tame him.There is no logic in this universe, just a stupid wanker. You can buy a animalboy(girl) and sleep with him and this will not be considered bestiality.

Omegavers au. Ivan is a modern (well, that is, as modern, the setting is similar to our fifties and sixties) omega through a portal that got back in time to the local dark ages. Meets Alfred(alpha), they marry. After some time, they find a portal and travel to the present.

#aph #hws #hetalia #amerus #aph america #hws america #aph russia #hws russia #plot bunny #alternative universe #abo verse #abo au #abo dynamics

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amandacanwrite · 1 year ago

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Mother of Pearl ☼ The Hallowed Wilds ☼ Chapter Three

POV ;; Ezra ☽ 10 y.o.

Summary ;; Ezra goes into the forests again and meets Aurelia. She issues him a warning.

Warnings ;; n/a

Author Note ;; I am someone who doesn't get triggered by much, but it's very important to me that anyone who reads my work doesn't become inadvertently triggered because of my writing. While these early chapters are quite light, this story does get dark at times. If you ever notice something I should have issued a content or trigger warning for, please reach out to me so that I can properly apologize to you and add the warning to the list. That all said, let's hop in!!

It was another three days before Ma and Pa were busy enough for me to sneak away again. I told myself I was going back into The Wilds because I’d left my good coat and my sketch pad there—but I knew that wasn’t the real reason.

No, I hoped against hope that I would see the strange witch that looked like a seashell again.

So, I made my way to that field of swaying grasses, not worrying too much about the fact that I hadn’t a good coat—I wouldn’t need it in the forest, anyway.

I entered at the same place I had last time, between two enormous oak trees that looked like a gate with how they bent and reached for each other at their canopies.

I found my things there, just as I’d left them; the coat and scarf folded clumsily on top of the satchel. I picked up my bag first and stuffed the other treasures into it. I looked around me, seeing if that little witch would miraculously appear as she had the first time, but she wasn’t there.

I tried not to feel sad about it.

I decided, instead, to wander through the forest the way I’d originally intended to the first time I came there.

I went the opposite way that I chased the girl last time. Something about going the same way felt unlucky. I’m sure I could break my arm just about anywhere, but I didn’t feel up to seeing the giant tree again.

The wilds were… something.

The critters weren’t really afraid of people like they were in the forest behind the old lumber yard, or in the woods where Pa and I would hunt sometimes. They sort of just watched me as I made my way over and through. I even gave some of them the left over bread in my bag that had gone stale.

To my delight, they took it right out of my hand.

When I’d worked up my courage, I ventured deeper into the forests—nowhere so far that I couldn’t see the rye fields from where I stood, but I had heard the rush of a river somewhere and my curiosity reeled me towards it.

As I drew closer, another sound joined the calm trickling sounds of the river. A soft voice singing words I’d never heard before.

Merry meet, and merry part,

Only if you’re pure of heart,

Eterna may see fit to give you,

Boughs of trees that will surround you,

A river to sing you to sleep,

A doe, a stag, a friend to keep,

So, when you’re sad and lost and lonely,

Remember that you’re not the only,

One.

You’re not the only one among the trees.

The Wilds sway.

The Wilds bend the eaves.

It was a jaunty tune, bright and playful, like the ones the girls in town would sing while they did those baffling hand clapping games that looked like too much trouble to learn.

I hung back near a tree near the river and found her there.

Her back was to me, her little pale feet splashing in the rushing waters as she sang. Her white hair tumbled in wild curls to the middle of her shoulders, and she had a crown of yellow flowers in her hair—dandelions.

My mouth curved unexpectedly, and my heart ached in my chest.

I wanted to draw her.

As if she heard the thought, she stiffened and looked over her shoulder.

She jumped up onto her feet and looked me up and down, pale eyebrows knitting in the center with a little line. I bit my lip and froze, the same way I would if I were hunting a deer. I didn’t want her to run again, so I just stayed quiet.

She was still wearing that white dress that looked like night clothes, and I wondered if that was all she ever wore.

“You’re back,” she said. “Why are you back?”

A flush rose to my face. I could feel the heat of it in my ears.

“That’s an awful rude thing to say to someone,” I said indignantly.

“Boys aren’t allowed in The Wilds,” she said, “Especially not from the village.”

“Well, I had to come get my coat and my other things,” I said, shaking my bag demonstrably. “You didn’t send my things with me when you sent me back home.”

She looked at my bag curiously, as if she hadn’t really thought about it. So, it was her then. She’d healed me and gotten me home.

“I didn’t think they were so important,” she admitted.

“Well, they are—to me, anyway. My Ma spent a lot on the coat and my Grammy made the scarf, and the bag belonged to Pa before he gave it to me—and I’ve got a sketch pad in here too that I made myself.”

Her green-yellow eyes were glued to the items I’d listed. Her mouth pursed before she met my gaze.

“Sorry,” she said.

The way she said it made me feel bad, like she really felt bad for not thinking about it when she sent me back home. My face warmed again, and I wiped at my nose a bit as I looked away from her.

“S’alright, I gott’em back,” I mumbled.

“You should go back home then,” she said.

I scowled at her. “Why?”

“Because I don’t want you to get hurt again,” she said. “What if it happens when I’m not here to help you?”

“Thank you for the help last time, by the way…” I said, “I don’t know how you did it, but I was fit as a fiddle when I woke up over in the village.”

She shrugged a little, playing with her fingers.

“What’s a fiddle?” she asked.

I sputtered a laugh. She’d never heard of a fiddle?

“Ah, well—it’s an instrument, you know, for music? It’s made of wood and it’s got four strings and you play it with a bow—”

“Like the things the hunters use?”

“Ah—well, not really—its more like…”

I struggled to find the words to describe a fiddle accurately. I wish I’d had one to show her.

“Oh,” I said, shaking my head at my own stupidity, “Hang on, I’ll show you.”

I sat down on the ground, hemmed in by a couple of fat roots of the old tree. I opened my bag and pulled out my coat and my scarf, setting them aside. Then I grabbed my leather-bound sketch pad and opened it up, supporting it on my lap as I drew with my charcoal.

The little witch crossed the river to my side as I worked at it for a while. I heard her feet slosh through the water and flushed as she sat on one of the tree roots next to me, watching me draw.

I looked at her only briefly before turning more pointedly away from her.

She moved with me, trying to get a better view.

“D-Don’t look over my shoulder like that,” I said.

“How come? You said you’d show me—”

“When it’s finished,” I said, exasperated.

Her head tilted like a curious hound, but she stalked back to her spot on the tree roots.

After about ten minutes, I finally handed off the rendering to her.

“S’not that good, but it gets the idea across,” I said.

I couldn’t look at her directly as she examined it. Heat crept up my neck again and she turned it this way and that, as if trying to make sense of it.

“This part, the stick—that’s the bow?”

I looked at the drawing and nodded, mouth pressing.

She nodded and looked at it again.

“What do they sound like?” she asked.

I opened my mouth and then closed it.

How could I even describe it?

“I’ll—I’ll try to bring Pa’s over sometime,” I said. “I’m not as good at it as Pa is, but I can play a little. I’ll ask him to teach me more.”

Her eyes flicked up to mine, and she smiled.

It was such a pretty smile. Her eyes sparkled like the water babbling in the river. I couldn’t help but return it.

“What’s your name?” I asked.

“Yours first,” she said.

“Ezra.”

She blinked, looking almost taken aback.

“What?” I asked. “It’s not that weird of a name.”

“No, it’s not, but names are powerful. You shouldn’t just give them away like that. What if I meant to do something bad with it?”

I rubbed my nape and looked away.

“I mean, do you mean to?”

“No, but I could have,” she said.

I shrugged.

“I guess I just figure if you wanted to hurt me somehow you would have done it last time when I fainted in the forest,” I said. “You don’t seem the dangerous type.”

She looked down at the drawing while she thumbed the corner of my sketchpad. She was nibbling on her lower lip like she was thinking really hard about something.

“I’m Aurelia,” she said finally.

“Aurelia.”

It was a strange name, one like I’d never heard. The names in Dewsbury were so plain when I held them up against it. Ezra, Isiah, Mildred, Connie—Aurelia felt like a princess’s name by comparison.

I loved it.

“You really shouldn’t come back, Ezra. I wanna hear the fiddle, and I wanna know more about your world, but I’m worried about what will happen if you keep coming back. What if one of my sisters finds you?”

“Who are your sisters?”

It was the wrong question. I saw it was as soon as I’d asked it.

Aurelia stiffened and slammed my sketch pad shut, throwing it at me. I scrambled to catch it.

“H-Hey!”

She ran off, leaping over the river and racing through the woods.

“Don’t come back, Ezra! It’s not safe!”

All I could do was watch as she vanished through the latticework of trees.

I shook my head and scoffed.

“You can’t boss me around, little witch,” I said, even though I knew she wouldn’t hear it.

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cinemaspoppycornuwu · 2 years ago

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[This is for @mrsgiovanna event. Bria, I hope you like it]

[Tag: Giorno x Bria (the year is 2003)]

[Prompt:]

"Are you... Wearing my shirt?"

Bria looked to the side for a moment and said "Yeah...?"

"It looks like a dress on you" he smirked, crossing his arms and gazing at the petite girl. Since his 16 years old, Giorno has been getting slowly closer (physically) to the other Joestar men of the family. Sometimes, when they went to sleep together, Bria wore his shirts.

"And so?"

"Nothing. It just looks so adorable on you." He spoke softly when he went toward her direction

"You know what else is adorable?"

"Oro?"

"Him too." She said as she put her hands around his waist, looking up at him. Being shorty has it's perks "I actually meant those cat ears of yours~"

"Cat ears?" The raven haired girl stood in the point of her feet to gently touch his hair that has a part that resembles like a cat "Oh... Come here, then!" He picked her up, making the young lady yelp for a second until she started bursting out laugh.

Soon, both were on the majestic bed, laughing and Giorno was already attacking Bria's neck with kisses "Giogio, it tickles!"

When Bria met Giorno in his life, she didn't expected to have such a huge importance in the golden boy's life. And both can agree that love is something unexpected. It is slowly built, even though when you see that person for the very first time your heart races, your pupils dilate, cheeks blushing. For Giorno and Bria, it was the best feeling in the world finding someone who was not only their romantic partner but best friends.

Sometimes, they wonder if they had never met in live. What a strange scenario would be for everyone.

"GIOGIO, STOP! AHAHA! I surrender!"

"Ah, yes. The almighty boss caught you~" only she was allowed to see that more playful side of his more often.

"Come on, I am the true boss around here~"

"The boss of mafia? Hmm, kinda far. But boss of my heart? Definetly"

"Come here~" cupping gently his face with her soft hands, pulled him closer to a tender kiss. Her lips tasted like cherry lip balm. But for the leaf green eyed boy, it was only heaven.

"Oi, don?" A voice has broke their mood, turning their heads to the door direction. Mista. All he saw was Giorno on top of Bria and that made the older one smirk "Giorno, you sly horny dog"

"Look who is talking" both answered at the same time.

"I have pedigree" said as he pretended to flip his fake long hair (he was wearing the classic hoodie. Mista's hair is hidden).

"Sure. And no shame on your face on appearing like that" Bria replied

"I'd give these relatory for the two of you but since Bria was such a meanie..."

"Give me that" Giorno got off Bria and grabed Mista's paper, taking a quick analysis, in their bed "Oh. One more job successful. Great job for the squad who did it though."

The gunslinger nodded "By the way, there will be a formal ball requiring your presence, Giorno. Yours as well, Bria. It will be next week."

"Do you know who invited us?" She asked.

"It's in Siccily. The answer is quite obvious."

Giorno sighed, leading his fingers to his forehead "What have I done to recieve that guy in my life...?"

"Don't worry, amore mio. I guess he just wants to deal with you about something important."

"I do hope so, princess... You're dismissed, Mista, thank you."

"And Bria, that tone of pink doesn't look good of you. It looks way bette on me"

"Mista, you have FOUR seconds to run before I throw this pillow on you." She picked up a small pillow just to tease him.

"Why do you have to be like this?" That's all he has said before he left swearing at his unlucky number.

"We will go, Bri. But I don't trust that guy so close to you."

"Aaawn, Gio! I'm all yours and you know that!"

"I know, dolcezza. But what if he tries something you don't want? That's what I fear?"

"If he had tried something with, do you think I'd let it quiet?" She comforted him by gently interwining her fingers through the golden hair "It's alright."

"If you say so..." he pressed a soft kiss on her forehead.

#Giorno Giovanna x Bria Adal #fanfic with friends OC's #Giorno event by mrsgiovanna 2023

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kitashousewife · 2 years ago

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4:23 pm

authors note: hi guys! i thought i would write something else. i thought i would try to write for shoyo, since his personality is a little bit like my s/o!!! i think since im starting writing i wanna do more of these time stamp drabbles!! we will see

pairings: timeskip!shoyo x fem!reader

warnings: pet names (babe, baby, sweetheart, pretty girl), otherwise none! super fluffy, lowercase intentional

today was too much. intense day at work, hours of projects, two missed bus stops, and on top of that, it started to rain on your walk to you and shoyo’s shared apartment. why today?

after hurriedly unlocking the door, taking off your now soaked shoes and socks, you pat pat pat to the bedroom to change into something comfortable. the slightly damp footprints you left behind now quickly dissipate in rays of gold, which of course decided to show themselves after you got home.

unlucky.

emerging from the bedroom, you walk to the kitchen to make some tea. where is shoyo? assuming he is running late, you then journey to the couch, sitting yourself down and allowing it to swallow you up in its fluffy cushions. scrolling on your phone, fatigue begins to set in. each blink becomes slower, heavier, the blue light of your phone becoming hazy as you’re slowly pulled deeper into the beginning of sleep. where is shoyo? your mind drifts to the only man who can help this day be better. all of your worries and stressors slipping away like silk from your mind as the arms of rest pull you in, further and further and

“hey baby! so sorry i’m late,” shoyo exclaimed as he bursts through the door, kicking his shoes off and tossing his bag on the ground, along with his keys, creating a metallic clink on the ground that echoes through the previously silent apartment. “babe, did you know it rained today? bokkun mentioned it while we were cleaning up after practice, i guess i just didn’t notice. anyways, how was your day? what...” shoyo’s cheerful shout slowly trailed off as he turned around to see you on the couch, face in the cushion, phone in hand.

shoyo walks over to your sleeping figure carefully, not wanting to wake his favorite girl. a breathy chuckle leaves his lips as he notices your phone in your hand, still lit up, message typed and ready to send.

shoyo, are you coming home soon? today was terrible and i just need you.

something pangs in his chest. was it guilt? worry? he slowly pulls your phone from your hands, setting it on the coffee table. his warm fingers thread themselves, ever so lightly, through your hair to brush it out of your face. a smile grows across his face as he sees you, eyelashes fluttering, cheeks heating up from your position on the cushion. you slowly open your eyes, squinting up at the fuzzy image in front of you. as the sleep fades away, your eyes focus in on the one person you need today.

shoyo.

“good morning, pretty girl,” shoyo kisses the top of your head, then settles himself on the couch next to you. he wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you into his side. “were you able to get some rest?”

“sho, i missed you so much today,” you mumble as you bury your face into his shoulder, swinging your legs up to lay across his lap.

“i missed you too, sweetheart,” shoyo softly speaks into your forehead, leaving a kiss there, as he runs his fingers up and down your back. sighing, you nuzzle closer into him. chuckling, shoyo places a finger under your chin, tilting it up so that you are looking at his handsome face. you grin sleepily up at him, his face mirroring yours.

“now, tell me about your day.”

#hinata shoyo #hinata x reader #shoyo x reader #hinata fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff

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barleyo · 3 years ago

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Gag on it. Montgomery Gator x Fem! Reader (smut)

You were at the Pizzaplex for a normal enough reason, it was your cousin’s birthday and you couldn’t not show up on her big day. After all the festivities were done, you had to go to the restroom, the problem being that you didn’t tell anyone where you were going.

After attending to your bathroom business, you tried unlocking the door, but it was jammed. You could’ve easily crawled through the bottom, if the doors didn’t reach the floor entirely. Unfortunately, the situation was the same with the top of the door. You tried to kick down the door, bang on it, and scream for help, but none of that worked. Eventually, you just accepted your fate and cried. Your sobbed yourself to sleep while on the dirty floor of a pizza place/ arcade/ raceway/ golf court bathroom. Pretty pathetic, but who am I to judge?

You woke up long after. You didn’t have a watch on you and your phone was still on the table in the dining area, but you knew it was passed closing time. You cursed your luck and everything that has happened up until that point. That is until you noticed an open vent beside the toilet. You quickly climbed through it and hoped it would lead you somewhere other than that damn bathroom. Luckily it did. It lead you to the entrance of Monty’s Gator Golf, which was coincidentally your favorite place there. You debated on wether or not you should enter, and ultimately decided ‘fuck it, why not?’

After venturing into Monty’s Gator Golf you saw said reptile sitting on the catwalk. Suddenly, becoming hyper aware of your surroundings, you decided stay quiet; sticking to the walls as to not be caught by him. God only knows what would happen if he caught you. Maybe torture? Would he attack you? Or lord forbid, trap you and keep you as a play thing? You weren’t willing to risk any of those outcomes, so staying silent was your only option.

You managed to get close to the to the walkway before disaster struck. You had sneezed. How could you possibly be so unlucky? You instantly knew you were completely and utterly screwed, but hearing Monty turn around to face you was the icing on the cake of misfortune.

He leaped down from his platform with a malicious look on his face, walking towards you with animalistic prowess.

“Well, well, well,” he started, “what do we have here? A troublemaker?”

You were too shocked to speak, let alone move. All you could do is stand there as he moved closer to your face, lifting your chin up with a clawed hand.

“Answer me, now. I don’t have time to waste,” he snarled out, slightly digging his nails into your cheek.

Collecting any courage you had left in you, you quickly replied with, “I got trapped in here, I got locked in a bathroom stall.”

“Ain’t that a shame, Sha? Maybe I could be of assistance.”

You couldn’t believe it, was he really offering to help you escape? No, there must be a catch, there always is.

“Well,” he said, “at a certain price, that is.”

All remnants of relief left you face. Anxiety swelled in your chest, what could he want?

“Do you want an explanation or are you gonna sit there with a dumb expression on your face?” he snapped after releasing your face from his hands.

You responded, in a hurt tone, “What..what do I need to do to leave?”

“Oh, don’t act all sad now, ugh. It’s nothing too big, just a little favor,” he began, “here, I’ll show you.”

He picked you up roughly, carrying you to a couch in back room. Montgomery placed you on the floor, forcing you on your knees, and sat on the cushion in front of you. He then clicked a panel near his groin, causing his cock to spring out only seconds later. It was nothing like you’d ever seen before, it looked almost like a tentacle.

“You’re a big girl, aren’t you? You know what I want, but good ol’ Monty has one special rule for you, mkay?” He said dryly.

In fear of him harming you, you nodded slowly. You looked up at him, his bubblegum colored iris staring deeply into yours. The eye contact mixed with the serious expression on his face was too much, your panties started to dampen from arousal. He could tell: he could see it in your face.

“If you take my dick out of your mouth for any reason, I’ll kill you, you hear? I don’t care if you’re choking, crying, or puking. Don’t you dare stop. Now get to work, doll.” He growled while spreading his legs.

You did as he said, leaning forward in order reach him. You couldn’t believe the fact that this was actually happening, or that you were enjoying it. You started slow, knowing that any mistake would be fatal. Slowly bobbing your head up and down, you could hear his hushed moans leak out.

“Don’t stop now, Sweetness, you’re getting the hang of it,” he whispered out.

Hearing this praise sparked something inside of you. You quickened your pace, paying no attention to the tears that soon pricked your eyes or to Monty’s stunned look. This look rapidly disappeared and was replaced with pure bliss.

“You’re doing so well, please, please don’t stop,” Monty slightly begged, reveling in the pleasure you were giving him.

You knew no matter how much his words excited you, you wouldn’t be able to last much longer. You needed to finish him off, and soon. You began deepthroating his twitching cock, praying that that his seed would shoot out instantly. The retching soon set in, but he didn’t care.

“You know better than to stop, don’t you, girl?”

The tears that threatened to spill earlier came crashing out.

“That’s right, baby. Gag on it.” He roared.

He grabbed the back of your head and pushed it down, forcing you to take his full length. Just when you were about to pull away he released into your throat. Ribbons of his sperm were shot down your throat, and you didn’t dare let it come back up.

Monty let go of your head and lifted your face to his level, nearly lifting you off the ground.

“Such a good girl for me. Come here, I’ll take you to the exits. It’s time they open now.”

He lifted you up bridal style, wiping the mixture of his cum, spit, and tears away from your chin. After a few minutes, you reached the gates to see that they were in fact open. You turned to Montgomery to say goodbye, only to have him lick you the second you tried to.

“Make sure you come back to see me, baby. I must warn you though, next time I won’t be nearly as gentle.” He whispered into your ear.

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theunquenchablethirst · 3 years ago

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Hooked (Jerome X Reader)

Ok, so this is a thing. I was kinda surprised nobody had used this scene yet, because the Gotham fandom seem to collectively agree that Jerome is BIG KINKY and yet the one scene where he canonically has people cuffed up and hung from the ceiling... nobody has touched??? Y'all have been sleeping on that scene! It's fanfic gold! Anyway, enjoy the hedonism. Much love xxx

Warning: SMUT, 18+, GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT, BDSM, bondage, cuffs, dom/sub, vaginal fingering, oral sex, biting, spanking, slapping, pussy slapping, light choking, spitting, belt whipping, praise/degradation, marking, mention of scratching, Jerome is big meanie pants mean man

The new mayor of Gotham is having a meeting with his council members, but things take a turn when the Legion of Horribles show up to kidnap them and reader. When the victims are being unloaded from the truck, Jerome Valeska notices reader, because she isn't exactly on the guest list.

Tag list of lovelies: @gabile18 @valeskaduh @fangirl--writes @persephoneblck

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I had been working as a housekeeper for the new mayor. It was a good job, but I wasn't appreciated. I was just there to clean and serve when needed. I don't think he even knew my name. I was just hired help to him. To all of them.

He was hosting a dinner for his council that day. I had been placed in the corner of the room with a bottle of expensive wine where I was to wait until wanted. He gestured for me to come forwards and fill their glasses while they started talking about their displeasure with the rising foul play in the city, like it was anything new for Gotham. The chairwoman wanted to know what he was going to do about it. Very little in my opinion. He was just coasting. In too deep over his head. He had been appointed far too fast and everyone knew it. He wasn't going to last.

He made an attempt to save face and talk about how he too was disturbed by the recent goings on and was doing everything he could. Trash, utter trash. As he rose from his seat, the lights fizzled out. I stopped pouring. Had this been any other city I would have assumed it was a simple power outage, but nothing was that simple in Gotham. The security guard closed us in and went to see what was happening. The air turned icy. No, this was not good. Gunshots and screams came from the hallway and everyone rose from the table terrified. We quickly started walking towards a door hoping to make an escape, but there was something about the windows. They were freezing over.

The doors burst open and I dropped the wine. It smashed into pieces as a blueish man in some kind of robotic suit and a weird looking, but huge gun stepped into the room. Was that Victor Fries? Then through the second set of doors another man in a top hat who I recognised as Jervis Tetch burst in with some other strange looking friends.

Before I could comprehend the situation, we were all being cuffed and taken outside. Our kidnappers pushed and pulled us towards a huge truck, all the while the mayor tried to buy his way free. He was showing just how little he really knew about the underbelly of Gotham. I knew just by looking at them that they were probably Arkham escapees and couldn't be bought like a sane man could. They had their own plans and you can't bargain with crazies.

We got to the truck and they opened the back door. My blood ran cold when I saw that standing there waiting for us was Jerome Valeska. Of all the criminals Gotham had seen he had been the only one that had scared me, truly and thoroughly. He didn't have any kind of reason for what he did. He just enjoyed death and chaos. And after his last escapade he looked like madness personified, his scars circling his face and eyes and giving him a permanent evil smile. Dread consumed me as I realized that he was no doubt the leader of this operation and if that was true, we were already dead.

I felt myself jolted forwards. The mayor had pushed me in front of the rest of the council to get whatever was coming first. If I wasn't cuffed, I would have turned around and broke his nose. I was lifted into the truck, my hands were pulled above my head and fixed to two hooks. I had to stand on my toes to keep standing which made it awkward and difficult as they pushed me to the back of the truck.

Was that Penguin? What was he doing here? He didn't belong here. I had gone to Penguin looking for a job in his club when I was 16. He was impressed with my audition, but when he asked my age, he rejected me.

"This establishment is not a playground for children. It's a nightclub." He had told me. At the time I had been steaming mad, but in hindsight he was probably right. Even if he was rude. So, after that, I found it hard to understand why he was here and working with Valeska. Maybe he had been kidnapped too?

The rest of the council were loaded on and hooked. The mayor was still trying to offer them money and pardons. When he saw it wasn't working, he resorted to empty, unintimidating threats. Jerome was completely unfazed and even a little disappointed in the lack of smiles.

"Nobody knows how to have fun anymore, right?" He said putting his arm around Penguin. So, he was a part of this.

Jerome pointed to a scary looking figure dressed like a scarecrow. Johnathan Crane? Crane released some kind of purple gas in the face of a member of a council. She started laughing and convulsing violently.

"What have you got to lose? Except your sanity?" Jerome joined in the crazy laughter. So, this was his plan. He'd figured out a way to forcefully drive everyone insane. With a gas.

I silently prayed to God in my mind for any kind of help.

After sufficiently terrifying us half to death, they left us in the back of truck. None of us could say anything and after a few minutes the truck started moving.

"Is she ok?" I asked looking towards the victim of the insanity gas.

"Who cares?! We have to figure out what they want and get out of here." Replied the mayor.

"Maybe they want publicity for whatever that gas is. Offer them some TV time." Guessed the chairwoman.

"Don't you get it?! This isn't a situation you can buy your way out of!" I snapped, frustrated with their idiocy.

"These aren't normal criminals. They don't want your money. They want chaos and madness." They stood there silently stunned. They had never heard me speak with such confidence, but in that moment, they knew I was right.

After what felt like hours the truck finally stopped.

"What's going on?" The mayor whispered.

Everything was quiet. We listened for any noise or sign of life. All we could hear was our own breath.

Then suddenly the doors flung open once again and in hopped Valeska, Tetch and Crane.

"We're here!" Jerome grinned.

The other two started to pull the council one by one off the hooks and walk them out of the truck, closely watched by Jerome. Until they got to me.

"Wait..." He stuck an arm out to stop Tetch from unhooking me.

"Who's she? She wasn't on the party list." He took a few steps closer to me.

"This poor young girl is an unlucky maid. Wrong place, wrong time. Very bad day." Jervis explained looking at me.

"Would you like me to... dispose of her?" Asked Crane, stalking close to me and lifting needle covered fingers to my throat.

"Not so fast, Mr Potato Head." Jerome said pulling him away from me.

He came so close that we were only inches apart. He looked down at me as if he was thinking for a few seconds then smirked and turned around to the others.

"Guys, go and see that our guests are comfortable, will ya? Get everything ready." He ushered them out of the truck. Fear travelled up and down my body. This had all been a bad situation, but being alone with Valeska scared the hell out of me.

"You're lucky I have a soft spot for pretty little girls." He closed the truck doors and turned to look at me.

"Freddy Krueger there... not so much." He relaxed, leaning back against the doors with his hands in his pockets. "You got a name?"

I stayed silent, more out of fear than defiance. He sucked his teeth and stood up straight.

"I get it. You're scared. Who wouldn't be, right?" He started slowly walking closer. "But things will go a lot smoother if you just play nice."

I still couldn't find any words.

"Aw, come on, doll! I'm getting awful lonely over here." He brought his hands up out of his pockets and leaned against a wall of the truck.

He was quiet for a few seconds and I noticed that his eyes were making their way up my legs. Being held up by my wrists on my tip toes had pulled my uniform skirt up and almost all of my thighs were exposed. I blurted out my name in an attempt to distract him from my bare legs. He smiled.

"What a pretty name. Now, was that so hard?" He pushed himself off the wall and came a little closer.

"So, you're the mayor's dust bunny, huh? I gotta say, doll, I can see why he keeps you around." He chuckled, eyeing me.

My whole body flushed and my face turned hot and red.

“But, uh, the thing about mayors in this town, they don’t last very long.”

"Please let me go." I whimpered.

"Oh, but we're having such a good time! Plus, if I did that, you'd scamper off to the GCPD and I can't have good ol' Gordon crashing the party early."

I scoffed at his suggestion. Not likely. I had a distinct distaste for the GCPD. They hadn't helped me when I needed them. I would never need them again.

"What's the matter? He book ya before or something?" Jerome smiled with intrigue.

"My parents... they... did things to us. When I ended up in the hospital one too many times..." Tears stung my eyes as I remembered. "They left me there and disappeared with my little brother. No one ever managed to track them down."

I didn’t fully understand why I was opening up to Jerome, but for a second, I saw a spark of humanity in his eyes. Like he understood my pain. I'd heard his first kill had been his mother, so maybe he did?

"I'd give anything to see him again." I sniffed and a tear rolled down my cheek.

"Yeah, I had shitty parents too." He sighed. "I killed them both."

I had thought about what I would do if I ever saw my parents again. What I would say, what I would ask. I could never think of the right words. But the thought of killing them, well that made me smile.

"What was it like?" I asked.

Jerome grinned from ear to ear and stepped closer so that we were toe to toe.

“Have you ever stood at the edge of a really tall building? You know that little voice in the back of your head that says ‘Jump! You can fly!’ even though every other part of you is screaming ‘No you can’t! You’re gonna kill us!’”

I nodded shakily.

“It’s like finally giving in to that voice. Like jumping off Gotham Bridge and finding out you can fly. And realising you never have to walk again.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat and my heart felt like it was going a million beats per minute. His eyes were locked on mine and it felt like he was looking straight into my soul.

“You wanna fly, doll?” He brought his hand up to cup my jaw and ran his thumb along my bottom lip.

It wasn’t humanity I saw in Jerome Valeskas eyes. It was freedom. A freedom that I had wanted for as long as I could remember. And I could have it right now. He was offering it to me. The only thing standing in my way was myself.

“Yes.” I breathed. “Yes, I do.”

The next thing I knew, his lips were crashing into mine and he had hooked his hands under my thighs and was holding them around his waist. His kiss was desperate and hungry, like he had been starved for days and his grip on the bare flesh of my thighs was rough enough to leave bruises. I locked my ankles together behind him to steady myself from swaying underneath the cuffs. When I did, he drove his crotch forwards, grinding into my centre, a quiet moan escaping me as I felt him.

He slowly trailed a hand from my thigh, up my back and to the nape of my neck, before balling my hair in his fist. I gasped as I felt the sudden, sharp tug of him pulling my head back.

His eyes wandered down to settle on my exposed throat, before yanking my head to the side and nestling in the crook of my neck. He must’ve left a hundred open mouth kisses, but as he started to suck, I felt his teeth sink into my skin. I pulled back with a hiss at the sting, but he wouldn’t let go. He just kept on leaving harsh, red bitemarks and pulling my hair, all the time grinding harder into me.

He licked over the bruises he’d left and gently kissed them, before trailing his tongue up my neck to nip at my ear. He smiled darkly and pulled back away from me, dropping my legs back to the floor. He stalked around me, eyeing me up and down like a predator. I felt him behind me, his hands softly holding onto my waist, pulling me close to his chest.

“You know what’s great about this?” He cooed. “You’re already pre-cuffed.”

I flushed and my core swelled hot, his breath so close to me made my skin tingle all over. He pulled at the top of my skirt and dragged it down my hips, letting it fall down around my feet. He caressed my thighs and then stepped back, tugging at my underwear, playfully letting the elastic snap back to me.

“Y’know...” He said, before the familiar sound of a belt unbuckling. “Marquis de Sade said ‘sex without pain is like food without taste’...”

My eyes widened at his words and my heartbeat quickened.

“So, let’s make this... delicious.”

A million thoughts raced through my mind, but before I could process any, I felt the sharp snap of leather against my ass. I jolted forwards and let out a high pitch yelp.

Even though I couldn’t see him, I could tell he was smirking. I could hear it in his voice. I bit my lip in an attempt to brace myself and he landed the belt across me again.

“Please, Jerome...” I whimpered at the sting, closing my eyes.

He brought it down again, making me arch my back in a gasp. A couple of tears rolled down my cheeks and I realised there was little point in resisting the torment. So, I gritted my teeth and prepared for another lick of the belt.

He whipped me once more, harder this time and a small scream escaped me.

“Please!” I begged.

I heard him chuckle with dark delight. The bastard was enjoying this. Of course he was. What else had I expected from someone like him? I tightened all my muscles for the next sting...

But it didn’t come. Instead, I felt him pulling my underwear down. Relief washed over me when I heard the belt drop to the floor and I realised Jerome was finished and was now crouched, ready to inspect his work. He ran his fingers over my burning flesh, taking in the bright red lashes he had left on me.

“What a pretty picture?” He said, landing a spank. “I wish you could see too doll, but having you cuffed is half the fun.”

His voice was dripping with venom and arousal and I could practically feel his grin in the air. He traced the marks with his fingers a little longer, before grabbing my flesh in fistfuls and sinking his teeth in. I gasped loudly at the hard bite. I wasn’t sure how many more of Jerome's surprises I could take. He laughed and ran his tongue over the new bruise.

“Yep. Definitely a pretty picture.” He smiled, giving me another spank. “I like those little noises you make, doll. Why don’t you make some more for me?”

He snaked his hand up my inner thigh and began stroking along my slit, relighting the fire in my stomach. I moaned, biting hard on my lip and tried to bring my thighs together, wanting friction.

“Naughty.” He said, landing a swift slap on my entrance causing me to let out a little yelp. “I need you to keep those legs open for me.”

It wasn’t as bad as the belt. In fact, it felt quite good. The heat inside me swelled as Jerome returned to running his fingers back and forth in my slickness. I hummed softly in my throat, fighting the urge to close my thighs again, my knees starting to shudder underneath me.

“Look how wet you are and I’m barely touching you.” Jerome chuckled darkly. “I wonder what happens if I do this?”

Jerome plunged two fingers deep inside me and slowly started pumping them. I let the warmth roll through me, moaning blissfully. He gently started to pick up speed, making it nearly impossible for me to keep my thighs apart. The faster he got, the deeper he dove, making me tighten around his talented fingers and struggle to keep steady on my toes.

My legs were shaking and despite my best efforts I just had to squeeze them together. As soon as I did, Jerome removed his fingers from me, leaving me feeling empty and spanked me hard.

“What did I say about that?” He barked, laying down another spank.

His spanking felt different this time. It felt pleasurable and sent a thrill up my spine.

“Sorry.” I whimpered.

“Sorry for what?” He spanked me again. “For being a needy little whore? Hm?” Another spank.

“Yes!” I gasped. “I’m a needy little whore! I just...”

“What? You just what?”

Jerome landed another slap at my core. It made my muscles clench, but it also aroused me so much more in a way I’d never thought I’d experience.

“What? What do you want, whore?”

“Please...”

“Big words, princess. What...” Spank. “Do you...” Another spank. “Want?”

“I want... I want you...” I forced, breathlessly.

“You want me? What do you want me to do, princess?” Jerome teased, tracing a finger along my burning entrance, just barely touching me.

“Please... Make me feel good, Jerome... Make me cum.”

“Are you gonna be a good girl?”

“Yes...”

“Are you gonna do as I say?”

“Yes, I will.”

“Exactly as I say?”

“Yes! Yes! Yes! Just please...Jerome.”

I couldn’t take it any longer. I felt so pathetic and needy. I needed him to touch me.

“So desperate.” He giggled sadistically. I supposed he loved seeing me beg.

Then, finally, he spread me open and dove his tongue deep into my wanting warmth. I closed my eyes and bit down hard on my lip as he swirled his tongue around inside me. I wanted to grab his hair and feel it in my fingers, but all I could do was squeeze my fists together in empty frustration.

Jerome grabbed a hand full of my ass, gripping it tightly, digging his nails in and rose his other hand to my pelvis front, pulling me down further onto his tongue. I squealed, a delightful mixture of pleasure and also pain from the tugging on my aching forearms. He ran his front hand down to play with my swollen clit, circling his fingers around beautifully.

He grinded his face deeply into me, sliding his tongue up, down, around and around inside me. He pressed his fingers down harder on my clit, forcing a loud moan out of me. I felt the pressure inside me build, coiling and tightening like a burning spring. I squeezed my thighs around his head in a desperate attempt to pull him deeper, his tongue nestling inside finding all of my sweet spots and lighting them on fire.

I could feel myself ready, ready to burst. He was pulling an amazing orgasm out of me and I wanted nothing more than to just let it go. All it took was one more upward jolt of his head, pushing his tongue that last little bit deep enough to push me over. I screamed out in erotic pleasure, letting the feeling flood me like warm water. My back arched and my legs convulsed until I withered, letting myself dangle from my cuffs in a breathless defeat.

Jerome slid his tongue out of me and pulled his face back away.

“You sing so pretty, dollface. Like a little birdie.” He said, squeezing the flesh off my ass.

He gave me one more light bite and a spank, before he rose back up to stand, snaking his hands along my sides all the way. He let his hands wander up to cup my breasts, massaging them softly. He leaned in close and began leaving wet kisses in the crook of my neck. I shuddered, his touch sending a cool tingle down my spine. He let his hands squeeze my breasts slightly harder, then pulled away and crept back around in front of me.

He stood facing me, his eyes locked on mine. They seemed to burn holes right into my flesh, creating a sense of fear in me. I was scared of Jerome Valeska, I truly was. But everything he was doing to me right now... The way he touched me, kissed me. I wondered how he managed it. How he was able to both terrify and arouse me in equal amounts.

Lost in my thoughts, I didn’t register his hand rising until it was firmly wrapped around my throat. He leaned down to kiss me, dominating my mouth with his tongue, making me taste myself. Once again, I felt the familiar warmth build in my core as I sensed we were not quite done here. He finished the kiss with a little nip to my bottom lip.

“Are you scared of me, doll?” He purred.

I swallowed hard, unsure if truth was wise here. Then I felt him increase the pressure around my throat, not wanting to wait for an answer.

“Yes.” I breathed.

“Good.” He said through an evil smirk.

He crashed his lips to mine once again, his free hand picking up my thigh to wrap around him. I locked both my legs around his waist, wanting to feel him close against me. I felt his erection hard, under his clothes, grinding into me and I wanted it. Badly. He pulled away from the kiss, leaving his taste on my tongue and raised his hand from my throat to grab hold of my face. He took his other hand away from my thigh and pulled at his tie. I didn’t drop my legs this time, instead I gripped tighter as he slid his tie from around his neck and scrunched it in his fist.

“Open your mouth.” He ordered.

I did as he said and he smiled, before spitting into my open lips and gagging me with his tie. I’d never had anyone do that before and it shocked me a little, but then again, I’d never had anyone like Jerome Valeska before.

He backed up slightly, just enough for him to reach down and unzip his trousers and pull down his underwear, freeing his erection. I couldn’t help but look down at it. It was bigger than any I’d taken before and I wasn’t sure how prepared I was. He started to slowly stroke himself, lifting up my chin to look at me.

He gently stroked a single finger across my jaw and then, suddenly, landed a harsh slap across my cheek. I yelped at the slap, causing a dangerous smile to form on Jeromes mouth. I should’ve been repulsed by him. He killed people and was aroused by my pain and fear, so why was I so attracted to him?

He angled himself underneath me so he was lined up and ready. He wrapped his hand back around my throat and then pushed forwards into me, causing us both to let out deep moans.

“You like that?”

I nodded and whimpered through the material of the tie. Jerome giggled darkly and with his free hand, gripped onto my waist.

“Brace yourself, princess.” He warned, through a poisonous smile.

He pulled back slowly, until he was almost completely out of me and then, like a bullet, ploughed himself right back in, jolting me backwards with force. He continued his thrusting rough and fast, making me whimper and bite down hard on the tie. I closed my legs tightly around him, pulling him closer and forcing him in deeper.

He let out a low, guttural groan and moved his hand upwards from my waist to slap me again, spitting at my face as he did so. I closed my eyes to endure the onslaught of him pounding inside me like a raging animal. I felt like a toy, dangling there for him to use as he liked, but still the searing pleasure of it all made me moan lustfully.

“Open those peepers, princess.” He commanded. “I want you to see exactly who’s in charge here.”

I opened my eyes and saw him grinning at me like a man possessed.

“You like this? You like me fucking you?” He growled, gripping my throat tighter.

All I could do was whimper and moan in response.

“I cuffed you and hung you up, hurt you, spat on you... even made you cry! And you still let me fuck you?” He laughed through shallow breaths. “You’re pathetic, you know that? A pathetic little whore.”

Jerome threw another slap at me and I felt myself tighten around his considerable length, taking him all deep inside me. He drove up into me like he was trying to break me open with his girth and I welcomed every inch of it.

“You’re so fucking tight.” He moaned.

I clenched my walls around him, the feeling of being filled by him sending flutters through me as he pushed in deeper and laughed.

“I don’t think your pussy ever wants to let me go, doll!” He grinned. “But I already know you like taking my cock like this, cause you’re such a good girl for me... I like that.”

I flushed at his words. I didn’t know why, but it made me feel good to please him and, in that moment, I would have done anything for him. I could feel my ecstasy creeping up on me, like magma rising inside a volcano. I cried out wantonly, the heat rising as he worked me, exploring every detail of my canal with his thick shaft.

He let go of my throat and moved both his hands to grab onto my ass and squeezed, steadying me so he could pound me harder and climb to release. His thrusts became erratic and sloppy and I could tell he was just as close as I was. I moaned loudly as he rammed into me harder and faster, burying himself deeper and making my arousal burn.

I could feel it coming, so close. I was about to boil over and all I needed was him. Just him. He continued thrusting like a raging animal, digging his nails into my flesh and scraping them along my ass, stinging sweetly. I whimpered at the sensation and tightened my legs.

“Cum for me, doll.” He panted. “I wanna feel you cum on my cock.”

He plunged into me, pushing the magma higher and just so close to bursting. It was coming. I could feel it.

He pounded again. So close. Again and again, so hard inside me. Just a little more...

I screamed out, closing my eyes and letting everything go. The feeling of my orgasm washed over me like a tidal wave of pure elation. My whole body shook from the force of it and I trembled like a leaf. Jerome continued to thrust into me until he too reached his climax. He growled like a beast and I felt him throb, releasing his hot load of sticky lust deep inside me.

We both relaxed, catching our breath and he stared down into my eyes. He unlatched his hands from the flesh of my ass and brought one round to gently stroke my cheek with his fingertips. It was quiet, but only for a minute.

He threw his head back and laughed like the madman he was, before pulling out of me and stepping back. My legs dropped to the floor and he began to put himself away and zip his trousers back up.

“Well, that was fantastic, dollface. Thanks for playing nice with me.” He said, throwing me a wink.

There was a loud metallic knock at the truck doors and I guessed whoever it was, was trying to get Jeromes attention.

“It’s been fun princess, really. But time waits for no man and I’ve got a party to attend” He said, smiling at me. “Well, more like crash.”

When he turned to leave, I tried to speak, but all that came out was intelligible muttering. He wasn’t going to leave me here, dangling, half naked and gagged like this? Was he? He began walking to the truck doors and I tried to call out.

“Oh! Wait, almost forgot.”

I felt a flood of relief when he began walking back to me.

“I’m gonna need this back.” He said and pulled the tie out of my mouth.

I was glad to finally be rid of it, but my joy was short lived, because he was starting to leave again.

“Hey...” I croaked; my mouth dry.

“Yeah, I’ll have someone come get you later.” He said, too nonchalantly for my liking. “For now, you can just... well, why don’t you just hang out?”

He laughed at his joke and opened the doors.

“Hey! You can’t leave me here!” I tried to shout, but my throat was too dry.

And then... he was gone. He really did just leave me alone, half naked in the back of a truck. How long would it be before someone found me? An hour? Two? The rest of the day?

All alone with my thoughts now, I decided the only thing to do now was wait. Wait and try and go over what the hell just happened between me and Jerome Valeska.

#gotham #jerome valeska #jerome x reader #fanfic #smut

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watermelonlovershigh · 3 years ago

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Harry's Daughter Rose Get's Sick on the One Direction Tour Bus (singledad!harry)

AN: so i turned this Single Dad Harry & His Daughter Rose (journey through life) into a series where i'll write blurbs and maybe a one shot here and there. people seem to love this story so i'm happy to write for it.

This story contains: puking, child crying, comfort

{ singledad!harry - Prince Harry (2014 ish) - Rose age 2 }

word count: 1104

Rose wakes up sick to her little tummy on the One Direction tour bus and Harry cleans her up and all his bandmates help him out and clean up the mess she made with her sick.

On the tour bus, Harry and Rose usually shared a bunk. She's so small that it isn't a big issue. But tonight, Rose was attached to Niall. She fell asleep on Niall's chest when her bedtime rolled around and when they tried to move her, she's just start whining and crying. So Niall told Harry that Rose could just sleep with him in his bunk for the night and Harry agreed.

Harry did think it was weird that Rose had been cranky through-out the day, but didn't put too much thought into it. She is going through her terrible two's after all. But when he's suddenly being woken up by a loud scream coming from Niall's bunk, her moodiness correlating to her terrible two's goes flying out the window. Something else is wrong.

Harry is quick to jump from his bunk and barley has time to let his eyes adjust to the lights before Niall screams, "Harry, oh God. Come ere'." Thinking Rose might be seriously hurt or worse, Harry paces to Niall's bunk and immediately is hit with the stench of vomit. Then he sees Niall gagging into his bare arm. Getting a closer look, Harry sees puke all over Niall's sheets and running down his left arm.

As soon as Rose sees her daddy, she screams a heartbreaking cry, "Daddy, daddy, daddy." making grabby hands. Harry's little girl is covered in her own sick and shook up from the entire experience presumably.

Without second thoughts, Harry reaches into Niall's bunk and lifts up Rose, not caring if he gets covered in throw up. "Shh my love, you alright? Was your tummy just hurting?" he soothingly asks his daughter, but she just tries to burry herself deeper into her daddy's body and wails a loud cry that has Louis, Liam, and Zayn awaking and coming out their bunks to see the commotion.

"Mate, why is she crying for?" Louis asks in a Donny accent but soon sees the scene in front of him and realizes Rose has just been sick.

When Liam sees what's happening, he's quick to say, "Harry, take her to the toilet (the bathroom) and I'll clean up her vomit." Liam has always been the responsible one and the one who does the jobs no one else is willing to do, so cleaning up a bit of sick isn't a problem for him. He's cleaned all of his bandmates sick at some point or another so he can handle a two year olds puke without any problems.

Zayn on the other hand is quick to get back into his bunk, not being able to handle throw up. Just like Niall except Niall got unlucky and was the one who got puked on. That's why Louis goes over to Niall and is trying to comfort him because he's trying not to be sick himself.

Harry walks into the mini bus bathroom holding Rose to his chest and shuts the door, giving them a bit of privacy. He tries to set her on the top of the counter but she refuses, grasping tightly around his neck. "Baby, is your tummy still hurting? I need to know so I can help you."

Rose lifts her head from Harry's shoulder and mumbles, "Yeah, it wrilly hurts daddy." Harry takes that as a sign to go in front of the toilet and kneel down, holding Rose over the bowl. She lets out a few grunting gags before expelling more puke out her tiny mouth. Harry winces at the sight because he hates to see his daughters so sick. It breaks his heart.

Out of the bathroom, Louis has helped Niall clean the vomit off his arm and side, in the mini kitchen on the bus. And Liam has striped Niall's sheets and disinfected the walls and what puke that got on the floor. Zayn is laying in his bunk on his phone, trying to distract himself from what's happening around him.

Rose finally stops throwing up and Harry strips her clothes off, as well as his own (he left his boxers on), and stepped into the buses shower. He cleans them off and removes all puke that got on their bodies. The whole time, Rose wouldn't let go of her daddy. Almost as if he would disappear any second which is far from the truth.

Liam brings them two towels and searches through Roses' luggage to find her some clean sleep ware. He also brings Harry some dry boxers and has managed to put new sheets on Niall's bed. By the time Harry and Rose leave the bus bathroom all fresh and clean, everyone else was settling back into their designated bunks, ready to resume their sleep.

When Harry approaches his bunk, he sees where Liam was kind enough to leave a bucket on the floor beside his bed incase Rose needed to be sick again. Harry slips into his bunk with his daughter Rose to his chest, and holds her into his body heat. Her eyes slowly shuts by the seconds that pass.

When fully laying back down, Harry whispers to his baby girl, "If your tummy starts hurting again, please tell daddy alright. I have a bucket you can use. I love you my darling."

She mutters back, "Wove you." not being able to pronounce her L's very well. Harry gives her wet, clean curls a kiss and rubs his hand over her bony back, hoping to help her fall asleep easier. The covers are pulled up over their bodies and her tiny face is stuffed into Harry's shoulder length, damp hair.

The next day when they awoke, Rose was fine and they never figured out why she got sick in the night. Harry thanked his bandmates and friends for helping out with his daughter because he knows for a fact he wouldn't be able to have done it alone. Single parenting is hard, but even harder when you're on a tour bus and traveling all the time. They always step in and help with Rose when needed and he couldn't me more grateful for the people in his life.

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deewithani · 3 years ago

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Baby in the Palace

Rating: Teen

Pairing: Boba Fett x F!Reader

Word count: Approx. 1.4k

Warnings: Established relationship, pregnancy, childbirth, mention of sexual intercourse

A/N: Inspired by my friends in the Boba Fett chat. Fluffy slice of life fic.

“Congratulations, Sir. She has given birth to a healthy baby girl.”

Boba wasn't paying attention. The Kingpin of Tatooine was lost in thought, scared and unsure, but he wouldn't admit that sort of weakness to anyone. If anyone came into your private quarters at this very moment, they would see the Kingpin, the man who all feared and all respected. But no one would be coming, not right now anyway, not if they were smart. This was a private affair, and everyone knew it, so you would be left alone. Boba could let his guard down, just a bit, but he was wound up tighter than a coil.

“Sir?"

The medical droid's words finally pulled Boba from his thoughts. His mind had drifted to his own father, of Jango, taken from him so many years before. Bounty hunting was a deadly business, one Boba knew first hand, but it was also his father's trade, what he was trained in, and what he passed down to Boba. He listened to Jango's lessons, trained, learned, and worked as hard as he could to make him proud.

He hoped he was proud of him now.

Boba sat at your bedside for hours, the entirety of your labor, while Fennec took care of his business in the throne room. Just because he wasn't giving orders from his throne didn't mean he wasn't still in charge, though. Orders went out to any droid, staff member, or guest who was unlucky enough to be passing in earshot of your room. Everything from making sure your favorite reading nook was comfortable, to keeping fresh, cold water coming to your room in regular intervals, to double-checking that everything the baby would need was gathered, put together, or on its way to the palace. Excitement was bubbling over.

He had it in his power to give his family the life and comfort that he had never had himself, and he was going to make sure that it was done.

His family.

Family.

Ten fingers, ten toes, and a head full of curly black hair, laid out on her mother's chest. Perfect, and more than Boba could have ever imagined having in his life. He had long believed that he would never have a family, that his only family, his father, was gone, and all that was left was drifting around the galaxy for work, and surviving. That changed the day you came to the palace, stomping mad because some bounty hunters under his employ had made a mess of your stall while chasing after a target in Mos Eisley. They refused to make it right, so you were going to go to the boss himself, and come hell or a sand storm, your stall would be fixed.

Boba was impressed. Few dared to stand toe to toe with him before, and now that he ruled Tatooine? He was more likely to see a two-headed rancor than to see someone stand their ground against him. He fixed your stall, and started having his staff buy some of his supplies from you as recompense. He started visiting himself, on occasions he could get away from his duty, to see how his spunky reseller was doing.

He fell hard, and quick, and you did as well. He was tough, and set in his ways, but you saw a kindness from him that others didn't see or care to notice. He paid a premium for the parts and supplies that he would order from you, much more than what they were worth, but he insisted. Having extra money gave you more free time, so you filled it with volunteering at the school.

Your time went similarly once you had moved. Cleaning out rooms, doing inventory, rearranging storage, cleaning and repairing parts and droids, and making regular trips into town to visit the school, feed the kids, repair busted holopads. Anything that anyone needed done. You were gifted with the skill and the patience, and if it wasn't for the help of others you wouldn't be in the position you were in to give back.

Your life went this way for some time, buying interesting and useful items from travelers to the spaceport, reselling them, finding specifically requested items for Boba whenever he would come by your stall, and spending your extra time helping at the school whenever there was a lull in travelers or you were sold out of stock. One day Fennec stopped by your stall and asked if you wanted a permanent position at the palace. It was a promise of good pay, an extended network of contacts and traders to locate the products you were looking for, and guaranteed time off to continue your volunteer work in Mos Eisley. It also required a move to the palace, to a room of your own away from the spaceport. Boba was already your biggest customer, and Mos Eisley was rough. Dealing with the general rabble was difficult and the prospect of being able to help the kids of the town even more was tempting. So you took the job and moved into the palace.

Boba would never admit it, not to you or to anyone, but you really did a number on him the day you showed up at his palace and stormed to the front of his dias. You were yelling and pointing widely, accusing some of his men of not only wrecking your stall, but telling you, in no uncertain terms, that it was your problem, not theirs. A tilt of his head was all it took and they were running for the garage, picking up any tools they could get their hands on and running back to Mos Eisley as quickly as their speeders could take them.

And now here you were, holding his daughter to your chest, sweat dripping from your brow and unshed tears glistening in your eyes. He had never seen you look so radiant, not when you stood before his throne with fire in your eyes, not the first time he took you in his bed, not the day he married you and made you his Queen. Sweaty, naked, tired, and with a new baby that hadn't even been cleaned up yet, placenta still attached, and you were both more perfect than anything he had ever seen.

The medical droid spoke once again. “It is time to cut the cord now, sir. Do you want to assist?” “Just a minute, I'll be right back.” Boba left your side then, the only time during or after your labor, and went to a small closet at the far side of the room. You watched as he pulled something from a shelf at the top, looking at it with a odd look in his eyes and holding it carefully in his hands. Blue fabric of some sort, but it didn't look new like the stacks of baby blankets you had received from just about every person who had passed through the palace.

When he returned he began helping the droid, clamping the cord and cutting where he was told and cleaning the remnants of blood and birth from his child's tiny frame. The droid went to wrap the baby in a blanket before Boba quickly stopped it. “Wait. I'll handle this.” You watch as he gently laid out the fabric he had taken from the closet, quickly realizing it was a shirt. Light blue and faded, nothing like the soft fabrics that had been gifted for your child, but obviously important to Boba, as he took great care to spread the shirt out and smooth the wrinkles in the fabric.

Your daughter looked up at her father with tired eyes and yawned, letting a tiny mewl leave her throat. “Tired already little one? Being born is a hard job, isn't it? Let me sit down and tell you all about your Granddad Jango while you sleep.”

“Now, let me see my girl.” Boba handled her with care, holding her close to his chest and cradling her head as if he was born to be a father. He laid her down in the middle of the blue shirt and swaddled her gently, bringing the bottom hem up and wrapping the arms around her little body. “That's your granddad's shirt, little one. He would have been so glad to meet you.”

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sunder-soul · 4 years ago

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first of all your work is AMAZING- like damn that smut? 👀 but anyway- i’ve had this concept for awhile imagine that reader was the one who made the design for the dark mark for tom riddle? like y/n is an artist and likes to draw, paint, all that jazz, and she saw the symbol in like her dreams or something and decided to draw it. and then tommy boy sees it and takes a liking to it like, “...i could use that-“ i don’t if this is a weird ask or not but i thought it was interesting. 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

So this has been in my inbox for so long bc I just couldn’t crack how I wanted to tackle it and then yesterday BOOM I had an idea so here I am!! Hope you enjoy 💖

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Consume

Summary: Reader looks into Tom Riddle’s tea leaves on an unlucky day in Divination. Something looks back.

Word count: 1.5k

Content warning: none.

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You’ve heard of the domino effect before, but never has it been so grimly demonstrated to you than in that exact moment standing in front of the entire Divination classroom with the only spare seat left opposite Tom bloody Riddle.

It started (or at least, as far as you can tell) an entire week earlier when you’d walked in on Ophelia Greengrass sobbing in the fourth-floor girl’s bathroom during second period. Up until then you’d not spoken more than half a dozen words to Ophelia across your entire time at Hogwarts, but it had felt wrong not to say anything – and as it turned out, Ophelia had been in dire need of someone saying something to her. She’d been dating Lestrange for a little over three months and by the sounds of it things were not going well.

So of course you’d comforted her as best you could but it was hardly surprising when she tentatively approached again you the next day, and the next, and the next, and then every single day for an entire week there had been a new horror story until yesterday you’d finally had enough and told her that she should break up with him.

That, of course, was why he’d confronted you in the corridor that morning on the way to Charms, angrily accusing you of losing him his girlfriend. And that was why you and Lestrange had been caught by Peeves with a watering can full of Bulbadox juice brandished gleefully in his spindly hands.

Which was how you both ended up in the hospital wing for the entirety of first period, Lestrange with boils all over his face and down his back, and you with them on your hands from where you’d managed to shield yourself.

You’d left Lestrange behind complaining loudly as the matron peeled back his school shirt, sprinting all the way up to the Divination tower at breakneck speed, throwing the trapdoor to the classroom open and scrambling inside, the trapdoor falling shut behind you, the very final domino.

“Sorry I’m late, Professor,” you gasp as you spin around to face her. “Peeves caught me and Lestrange!”

The class snickers.

“That’s quite alright, quite alright…” Cassandra Trelawney says, deep and ringing, “we have not yet started, take a seat with Mr Riddle and we shall begin…”

You freeze. Riddle…?

That’s when it hits you.

Lestrange always sat with Riddle in Divination.

And you’re so late that everyone else already has partners.

You turn to see Tom Riddle sitting at the back of the room looking at you with a polite but blank expression on his face. The class giggles again. The vast majority of Hogwarts students are at least somewhat in love with Riddle – beautiful, intelligent, polite Riddle, orphaned and poor but refined and successful. Better yet he barely speaks to anyone, leaving a lot of empty space of endless possibility for people to fill in with their personal daydreams.

He scares you.

Those horrible boys that hang around him remind you of flies hanging around rotting meat. And if they’re the flies, that makes Riddle…

You grit your teeth and step forward, weaving between the other tables and snickering students to take your seat, dropping your bag to the floor and eyeing the tea set on the small table apprehensively.

“Begin your readings!” Trelawney calls.

You frown and turn to Riddle questioningly. “We’re doing tea leaves?”

“Tasseography,” he corrects smoothly, leaning forward and picking up the burnished copper pot with one hand and pouring steaming tea into the little china cup in front of him.

You blink at him silently. There’s something manufactured about his face that you can’t put your finger on.

“Shall I go first or would you like to?” Riddle asks casually, pouring you a cup, too.

“I don’t mind,” you mumble, looking away.

Riddle sets the pot down and picks up his cup in long, elegant fingers, lifting it to his lips. “The instructions are on page seventy-nine,” he says after taking a sip, looking around the room disinterestedly.

You pull out your book and find the right chapter and scan the first few paragraphs as Riddle finishes his tea, sipping absently at your own, and by the time he finally hands you his cup your heart rate has finally returned to normal from running up eight flights of stairs.

“You have a scattered-type formation,” you say, checking it against the diagram on your page, “and it’s north-west oriented.”

“Mhmm,” Riddle says noncommittedly, his dark eyes level on the parchment before him as he takes notes.

You lean forward over Riddle’s cup and frown as you compare it to the pictures in the book. “That looks like shepherd’s crook,” you say, pointing to a cluster shaped like a pinched hook, “which means… either the responsibility to protect, or the exertion of power and authority over a group of people.”

Riddle scoffs very lightly, his lips curling into a slight smirk as he continues to write.

Something about it had clearly struck a chord with him, but you pointedly train your eyes back on your book. “Oh,” you frown, checking his cup again. “Or it’s the old glyph for seven.”

Riddle stops writing. You look up curiously at the sudden lack of his quill scratching evenly on his parchment to find him perfectly still, his eyes on your face. “Seven?” he repeats, tone distinct.

You nod and push your book around to show him. “The number seven used to be drawn like that, too.”

Riddle’s eyes drop to the page and linger there for a moment before he resumes taking his notes – though his expression is much more preoccupied than before.

But something in Riddle’s cup has caught your eye. Beside the shepherd’s crook/number seven is a lump of tea leaves so distinct in form that it’s almost comical – the round of the cranium, the square of a mandible, and gaps in the leaves to indicate two eye sockets.

“Oh,” you say in surprise, pulling your book back around. “Wow, that’s pretty clearly a…”

You trail off, frowning. You’ve noticed the tea leaves below it, the long twisting trail that leads directly into the skull’s mouth. A cold, creeping feeling is curling in your stomach as something about the image before you seems to move, you can almost see the thing writhing, it almost looks like a…

“How are we going?” Trelawney asks, suddenly right beside you.

You jump, looking up at her in panic. “Fine,” you say quickly.

She lifts her brows, assessing you thoughtfully. “Hmm,” she says, before glancing at Riddle. “And you?”

“Fine,” Riddle echoes smoothly. But he’s not looking at Trelawney.

He’s looking at you.

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The image worms into your thoughts like a deep root, twisting into places you don’t expect to find it and spreading itself out more and more. The dreams are first, and then the nightmares, and finally the night terrors. The skull hovers before you, its pitch, hollow eyes bore into you, the snake coiling endlessly with its fangs yawning wide.

Something about it is cold and evil, some sort of strange perversion of an ouroboros, the eternal snake broken by the skull’s mouth.

Consuming it.

“What is that?”

Your head snaps up from your parchment feeling like you’ve just been jolted awake from a deep sleep, and it takes you a second to process the sight of Tom Riddle before you, his eyes fixed attentively on the parchment strewn on top of the essay you’re supposed to be writing.

He’d caught you drawing it for the hundredth time.

“Nothing,” you say hastily, sliding it away under a book. “Just a doodle.”

Riddle’s eyes flick to yours. There’s a cold rigidity to his expression that you don’t like. It’s a coldness that feels horribly familiar.

For a moment you almost think he’s going to force you to show him, but after a long moment Riddle looks away and he’s gone, disappearing off further into the library. You exhale in relief and pull out the parchment again.

Drawing it made the thoughts go away for a bit, like manifesting the horrible thing distracted it from its need to live in your head. You lift your quill and carefully write a single word next to the skull.

Consume.

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The parchment goes missing the next day.

You never prove that he took it, never even mention it to him, but Riddle’s eyes have a cold glimmer to them when he catches your eye in Divination next, the smallest curl to his lips like he’s daring you to bring it up.

The dreams abruptly stop.

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When you see it next, it’s in a photo on the front page of the Daily Prophet beneath a terrified headline, a spectre hovering just like it had in your nightmares at school years prior. Except this time it’s real. This time it’s above the burning remains of the family home of a prominent Muggle-born politician and Voldemort’s name is a shadow on everyone’s lips.

You stare at it on the page, the snake writhing in ink, the black, hollow eyes of the skull, and you think about Tom Riddle’s cold smile watching you from across the classroom, his manufactured beauty, the boys that hung around him like flies around rotten meat.

He’s named it the Dark Mark.

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the7thcrow · 4 years ago

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indulgence | part one

pairing: felix x (fem) vampire!reader series

summary: an indulgence grows to become dangerous, as the society of hampden college takes note of y/n’s new blood bag.

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word count: 4.9k

genre: forbidden love, angst (sorta), fluff, suggestive.

warnings: blood, suggestive content (kissing and a shirt comes off, nothing too crazy lmao), hook-ups (but nothing is explicitly described), strong language, and vampires ofc.

rating: 16+

a/n: hi everyone! this is my first fic, so i’m sorry if it’s a little messy. this is part one of what will be a series. i’d love to hear some feedback, so don’t be afraid to shoot me an ask or message! i hope you enjoy!

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You are late. The pattering of rain echos from atop your umbrella, the puddles of pooling water soaking your loafers as you hurry along the busy street. However, you pay no mind as the liquid seeps into your shoes, mud embedding itself along your pant leg. On a normal day, you’d scowl. You’d curse the shitty weather, and grumble as you marched home to change into a dry pair of shoes. Only today is different. Today it doesn’t matter, not when you have far greater troubles warranting your concern.

The Council isn’t pleased. They’d be even more upset, if that were even possible, if you arrived tardy. You can imagine their old, petulant faces, looking down on you with disgust. Perhaps even pity, seeing you as nothing more than a childish young girl, who’d been foolish enough to break her vow. You frown to yourself, that’s all they would ever see you as. It didn’t matter how the years passed by, to them you were, and would always be simply that. A child. Always younger, always naive. Most of all, always beneath them.

The headquarters becomes visible in the distance, clouded in the slight haze of fog. It appears to be like any other building on the Hampden Campus. Old and rustic, elegant in the way it was shaped and carved, a relic of history reflected in a modern day era. Only this building holds a far different tale than those surrounding it.

Far more bloody. Far more gruesome. A home to monsters.

Monsters like yourself.

You knock on the door. Twice, slowly. Then a pause, before three times quickly. A code, letting anyone inside know that you are, in fact, a member of The Society.

The door opens with a creak, a young boy with electric blue hair peeking out through the crack. After recognizing your face, he smiles, ushering you in quickly as the door slams shut behind you.

“Y/N! It’s good to see you. It’s been a while, huh?” The boy says, casually leaning against the door. It has been a while, you never came to this god awful building unless it was absolutely necessary.

“I guess it has been. But it’s nice to see you too, Jeongin,” you speak warmly in return. You’ve known Jeongin for a couple years now, since he first arrived at The Society doorstep. Alone and confused. A freshling, having just been turned. While perhaps not physically, he’s certainly grown since then, in both confidence and courage.

Suddenly, the smile drops from his face, his expression becoming sullen. “I hear you’ve gotten yourself into some trouble,” he states. When you don’t respond, he continues. “It’s not true, is it? I know you wouldn’t-”

“Listen, Jeongin,” you cut him off quickly. You aren’t in the mood to be lectured, especially not by someone whose opinion you actually care about. “I’m already running late. I’ll catch up with you after, okay?”

“Wait, Y/N!” He calls after you, but you’ve already disappeared down the hall, heading towards the council room. You quickly cast a glance at your watch. Shit, five minutes late. They wouldn’t forget that.

With only a quick breath to gather yourself, you burst in through the large wooden doors. The silence in the council room is deafening, as all heads turn to face you. In all your life, you’ve never seen so many dissatisfied faces.

“Ms. L/N,” the head councilman calls. He has an old face, embedded with wrinkles and a scalp of thinning white hair. Unlucky. He could have been beautiful, or at the very least, young. However, he must’ve been turned late. A pity, to stare at such a reflection for eternity.

You stifle a laugh. The frown he always appeared to be wearing probably wasn’t helping.

“Take a seat,” he states, motioning to the chair seated in the center of the room. How dramatic you think, to put you in the middle of so many staring eyes. While the council was only composed of three individuals, the room seems to be full of other lower ranked members of The Society.

As you take your seat, your gaze wanders the room, landing on a familiar head of shaggy brown hair. His eyes bore into your own, his expression serious. Perhaps even angry, the longer he stares at you.

You want to say something. Mostly, to ask him what the fuck he’s doing here. This isn’t any of Chan’s business, yet for whatever reason he has the audacity to stare at you as if it is. As if you will grant him answers. As if he deserves answers.

“Ms. L/N,” the chairman interrupts your thoughts. “Do you know why you’re seated here today?”

Why are you seated here today? Well, that answer is complicated. How could you have possibly gotten yourself into such a mess? How could you have been so foolish? You knew the rules. You knew what was permitted and what was not. Yet, you chose to ignore these conditions.

Why? What could possibly have made you toss everything you’d promised to the side?

Well, that story starts with a head of bright blonde hair, and a set of curious eyes.

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The library of Hampden College had become something of a second home to you. Late nights spent bent over a book, transcribing various philosophies and literature into latin. Sometimes greek, however you didn’t have quite the same knack for it. That’s where you found yourself tonight, your beaten down copy of The Iliad staring back at you from its place on the table.

Your classics degree was coming along just fine. You didn’t mind the endless books to read and poems to analyze. Nor the papers you often found yourself crafting from this very spot in the corner of the library. It was always quiet, always solitary at this time. Even the night owl students having gathered their books, departing the library for a brief rest before their early classes the following morning.

Tonight however, was different. You heard the door creak open, glancing up as a boy appeared in the doorway. He had long blonde hair, fluffing at the nape of his neck. Sporting a sharp blazer and a pair of oxfords, you couldn’t deny he was well dressed. Perhaps that’s why he grabbed your attention immediately, you were attracted to effort. To someone who was put together, who cared.

The boy took a seat just a few tables away from your own, gently setting his books down and disappearing into the maze of shelves to your left. You attempted to go back to your work, but couldn’t seem to find your focus. Who was this boy? You’d never seen him before in all your time at Hampden. Also, why would he possibly be at the library so late? You recognized the faces of those who while rare, might possibly be here at this time of night. He wasn’t one of them.

You would remember if he was.

You strained your neck trying to find his figure, having lost him almost immediately.

“A fan of Homer?” A voice rang out from beside your ear. You jumped in shock, greeted by a sweet smile and wide eyes. The boy chuckled. “I’m sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”

You smiled sweetly, trying to calm your beating heart. “No worries. And well, you translate the entirety of Book Eight overnight into Greek, and tell me if you could still consider yourself a ‘fan of Homer.’”

The boy laughed before beginning to pull a chair out beside you. “May I?” He asked.

Looking back, you should have said no. You had a lot more work to do, and near no time to do it. Not to mention of course, rejecting him initially could have saved you from this whole mess. Instead you nodded, a grin forming at the corners of your lips as he sat down.

“What’s your name?” He asked. His voice was sweet, sultry. Alarming in just how deep it was, not quite fitting his bright and youthful exterior.

“Y/N, classics department. Yourself?”

“Felix,” he answered. There it was, the first time you heard the name that would cause your undoing. “I’m majoring in history. Listen,” he began, leaning in slightly closer as if he were going to tell you a secret, his voice lowering further. “I must say, I’m in here all the time, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen you before.”

You hummed, leaning in closer to him as well. His eyes glinted. “Well that’s simple, I’m assuming you don’t frequent the library at-” you glanced at your watch- “2:32 in the morning.”

Felix’s eyebrows furrowed with something like concern. “You’re here every night at this time? Why?”

“Hey,” you began, not wanting to lose the playful nature to the conversation. You’d heard enough concerned voices to last a lifetime already. “Aren’t you here this late yourself? You’re in no place to judge.”

He laughed, and you knew you could get used to that sound. “Fair enough, I’ll leave it be.”

“Why are you here this late, anyway?” You asked.

“Oh, so you get to know my secrets, but I can’t know yours?”

“Of course.”

He rolled his eyes playfully, resting his head on the desk, cradled by his crossed arms. “If you must know, I couldn’t sleep. Figured I’d read some of your classics, thought they might help me doze off.”

You shoved his arm, to which he feigned a groan of pain, clutching his shoulder. “Excuse you,” you laughed. “I have a lot of Homer to struggle through, and no time for your cheap shots. You can go ahead and leave now.”

You were surprised when he got to his feet, worried for a moment he’d taken you seriously and was actually about to make his exit. Instead, he disappeared into the philosophy section, emerging with a copy of The Odyssey. Felix flopped down back in his chair beside you, extending his feet on top of the table and leaning backwards.

“Well, then I guess I’ll suffer along with you,” he said. Without another word, he flipped towards the first page.

Felix was a good person to study with. Well, technically you weren’t studying with him, but nonetheless it was nice to have him in the room. He didn’t bother you, didn’t speak, just let you do your work. Sometimes you’d look up and meet his gaze, his eyes imploring you. Curious. Mischievous.

Dangerous.

“Alright,” you yawned after an hour or so had passed by, stretching your arms high in the air. “I’m done.”

He smiled, slowly closing his book and setting it down on the table. “Yeah? Finally going to go home and sleep?”

“Sleep? What’s that?” You said, playfully scoffing. “Nah, it’s already past 3:30, it’ll be 4 by the time I get back to my apartment. Not worth it at this point.”

“Hmm,” Felix hummed, a flicker of mischief in his growing smile. “What ever will you do to pass the time?”

“I don’t know,” you returned, excitement building in your chest. “But I suppose I’ll leave you now. You still have about 3 quarters of The Odyssey to get through, and I don’t want to tear you away from-”

You shouldn’t have been surprised when his lips crashed into yours, but you were. You let out a small “mff” against the sudden impact. It took your brain a second to catch up to speed on what was happening. Here you were, with this incredibly beautiful boy of whom you literally just met, kissing in the middle of the library.

Your second thought was about how you’d never done this before. Not kissing someone, hell you’d done a lot more than just that. But never a stranger, and certainly never a human, for that matter. You had to be careful with who you got close to, you never knew who could be dangerous, who could be a hunter. Besides, The Society had rules, and this alone was undoubtedly breaking a few of them.

So what the hell were you doing?

You should stop this, you thought. But the more you settled into a rhythm, the more your worries trailed from your mind. Felix was a good kisser. A really good kisser. His lips were soft, warm, his breath sharp with the taste of mint. When the dork had a chance to pop a tic tac you didn’t know, but it made you smile against him.

You ran your fingers through his hair, leaning into him. He groaned in response, moving his hands down your figure, settling in on your waist. Carefully he began to fiddle with the buttons at the bottom of your blouse, and with that it all suddenly became real.

“We can’t do this,” you breathed, finally breaking away from him.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I went too far, I-” he began to apologize, frantically removing his hands from your body and shifting backwards into his chair.

“No,” you replied, a smile tugging at the corner of your lips at his sweetness. You grabbed the collar of his shirt, gently tugging him closer to you. “We can’t do this here.”

The Society had rules, plenty. Human’s, in any sort of relationship, were out of the question. Public displays of affection with even your own kind, especially of the more vulgar sort, were off limits as well. The idea was to not bring attention to yourselves, to not cause a scene. And if you were going to break one of these rules so terribly, you figured you could at least pay the respect to do so privately.

“Okay,” he mumbled, placing his forehead against your own. “Where should we go?”

“My place? It’s a little far from here, but I don’t have any roommates. So..”

Felix smiled, planting a soft, lingering kiss at the nape of your neck. “Lead the way.”

~~~~

The walk over to your apartment wasn’t awkward per say, it was simply...charged. Felix had his arm looped around your own, making your way silently down the dark, lantern lit path through campus. You could feel your heart beating rapidly in your chest, a desire thrumming down inside you, resurfacing. It had been a long time since you’d last been with someone. That last person being Chan, your ex as of eight months ago.

Things had been good with Chan. Great even, in the beginning at least. He was intense, thoughtful. He loved you deeply. Most of all, Chan understood. Like you, he was a member of The Society. He was under every restriction you were, and felt all the same frustrations.

Of course, not all good things can last. Eventually your relationship began to sour. Your arguments became full on brawls. Your differences and quirks became unbearable. You couldn’t be in the same room without being at one another's throats. You were the one who finally decided to end things.

Chan was the only man you’d ever loved, and since him you’d never entertained the thought of being with another. Until now, that is. You glanced towards Felix, who was staring ahead down the street, his eyes dark. You could feel his own desire radiating off of him, visible in the way he slowly swallowed, his adam’s apple bobbing. Besides, Felix could give you something more. Something Chan could never.

No. You stopped yourself. That wouldn’t be happening tonight. It would only make things more complicated, more dangerous. Still, you could feel it deep inside you, pounding for control. That familiar, incessant hunger. The more you tried to ignore it, the more it was there. Becoming stronger as your ears focused in on Felix’s heart beat, the sound of blood pumping through his veins.

You were pulled from your thoughts as the sight of your apartment complex appeared in front of you. Quietly you entered, making your way up the stairs and towards your own door. Releasing your arm from Felix’s, you fumbled for your keys in your purse. Giving him a small smile, you twisted your key in the lock, and allowed him inside.

The moment you closed your apartment door, all bets were off. Felix tossed his books onto your kitchen table, clashing into you with a speed that almost made you lose your own breath. You felt your back press against the wall behind you, Felix’s lips devouring your own. Desperate and wanting.

He quickly revisited the buttons of your blouse, this time starting at the top and beginning to make his way down. All the meanwhile his lips traced your neck, gently brushing against your skin. With every new kiss fueling your own desire, you slowly began to rock your hips into his own. This was escalating. Fast. As he finished with the last button, he allowed your blouse to drop from your shoulders, smiling to himself as he took you in.

“Your turn,” you breathed, tugging at the collar of his shirt as a signal to take it off. He did so, absent-mindedly tossing it aside into your living room. He took your chin in his hand, forcing you to look up at him, staring deeply into your eyes. Then he proceeded to say the very last thing you ever expected him to:

“Look at your eyes… You haven’t fed in weeks, have you?”

You slapped his hand away and shoved him off of you, rushing to the otherside of the room, putting the coffee table between yourselves. “How-How do you?” You stammered, physically unable to form a complete sentence. How could he possibly know what you were? How did he even know you existed?

Felix’s eyes widened, clearly shocked by your reaction. “No, no. Don’t worry!” He said frantically, outstretching his hand to you. “Listen, I’m not going to hurt you or anything. I didn’t mean to scare you, I’m sorry! I’m sorry.”

You stared at him, disbelievingly. “Yeah? And how do I know that?” You let this man into your home, your safe space. How could you have been so stupid?

“Look, I grew up around Vampires okay? My neighbors, back in my childhood home, they were like you. I know the signs. I know how your eyes blow out when you’re hungry, the way they glaze over when you haven’t fed in a while. That’s it. I didn’t even realize until I got a good look at you, back when you were translating. It’s no big deal, really.”

You scoffed. No big deal? Felix didn’t seem to realize just how big of a deal it actually was. Humans weren’t supposed to know what you were, certainly not at Hampden. The Society had made well sure of that. God, if The Council saw you now...

“Y/N, I’m sorry. I should have told you back at the library. I honestly didn’t think it would freak you out this much. That’s on me,” he said, inching slightly closer to you. Despite yourself, you didn’t move away. “I’m serious though, it’s been a while since you last fed. Hasn’t it?”

A while was an understatement. The Society had been going through a shortage of blood bags, after having severed their connections with one of the nearby hospitals. Meaning if you wanted to drink, it would have to be from one of their Certified Donors. Which was another, fancier and far more innocent way of saying prisoners. These were humans who had given their lives to The Society, some willingly and others not so much.

You didn’t like going to their quarters. Located in the basement of the main district, it was always quiet down there. Always solemn. You’d never been to a place lacking so much hope. You’d only gone once, and drinking from that man still haunts you to this day. The way he didn’t move or speak, or even wince when your fangs broke his skin. The way his eyes were hollow and empty. How when you were done he simply laid down in his bed and turned away from you, without another word.

The Certified Donors were what made you begin to hate The Society in the first place. Since then, your resentment only seemed to grow.

You sighed, walking past him and flopping onto your couch. “Yeah, it’s been a while,” you confessed.

Felix carefully approached you. Instead of seating himself next to you, he got down on his knees, resting a hand on your thigh. “It’s okay, you can use me. I don’t mind.”

You were ready to tell him no, the word lingering on the tip of your tongue. However, you couldn’t bring yourself to deny him. Perhaps it was your hunger, the fact that a few more weeks in this drought, you might actually become ill.

Or maybe, just maybe, it was the fact that you wanted to disobey the society. That this little act of rebellion, this utterly wrong indulgence, was what made your desire grow unbearable, unchained. You hated The Council, you hated the Certified Donor system, and you hated the way they had such a firm grip and control on your life.

A beautiful boy was seated in front of you, begging you to drink from him. How could you possibly say no? Better yet, why would you say no? To deprive yourself of something so great, for something you despised so deeply seemed ridiculous. That was the moment your judgment lapsed, that you crossed the point of no return. If you drank from Felix, there would be no going back. If the council found out, there would be consequences. Big ones.

But who doesn’t love a little risk?

You sunk down to meet him on the floor, staring at his bare chest. You could hear his heart pumping, its pace quickening the closer you got to him.

“Are you sure about this?” You asked.

“Yes,” he whispered. You shifted your position. Not quite seating yourself in his lap, but hovering above, your knees on either side of him.

“This might hurt a little bit,” you warned. You extended your fangs, approaching his neck, carefully. You didn’t realize until then how nervous you were. It had been a long time since you’d fed from a human. You’d drank from Chan of course, but he was also a vampire, and your blood didn’t have quite the same effect. There was pleasure in it, usually accompanied in moments of ecstasy, but it didn’t replenish you. It didn’t heighten your senses, nor fill you with energy. Most of all, it didn’t satisfy your hunger, your thirst. Not at all.

Felix’s blood would.

You kept this in mind as you finally plunged your fangs into his neck. Felix let out a gasp, tensing beneath you, his hand clutching onto your arm for support. The taste of his blood grazed your tongue, metallic and warm. Delicious.

Fuck, did blood ever taste this good before? You didn’t think so.

The sweet taste consumed you. Intoxicating. Raw. Cascading over your mind in a blanket of pleasure, reveling in the way its effects seeped over your body. You could feel your mind growing sharper, your senses becoming more alert. It was a relief, after weeks of blurry weakness, of being too close to humanity in your thirst. You felt yourself again, the monster you are. The monster you are glad to be.

Here you were powerful. Invincible. And all you wanted was more. More. More.

More of this power, this sensation, this strength. This is what feeding should be. What feeding can give you. Not from a blood bag, nor a helpless prisoner, but from someone you want. Someone you desire. Someone who desires you in return.

It was as you felt Felix’s grip on your arm loosen that you finally broke away, breathing hard as you caught your breath. Felix’s eyes shifted to yours lazily, dazed. Perhaps even delirious. For a moment you feared that you’d taken too much. He blinked slowly, his eyes regaining focus.

Then he smiled. “Shit Y/N…” he began, his voice appearing more of a croak. “That felt really fucking good.”

You grinned, leaning into him and pressing a series of kisses up along his jaw. Felix shivered, allowing his hands to slowly slide up your figure. Wanting.

“Yeah?” You whispered, your lips brushing against his ear. “Then how about we continue where we left off?”

~~~~

The next morning you woke to the sound of your alarm buzzing, sunlight peeking through the opening of your drapes. You heard a low groan next to your ear, quickly becoming aware of the hand wrapped around your waist.

So last night really happened. The reality of your situation dawned on you. You’d both drank from and fucked a human. There was no going back now, you’d completely disobeyed The Society.

Worst of all? You didn’t care. At least, not near as much as you should have.

You shifted to face Felix, seeing his eyes still closed, eyebrows furrowed. “Hey,” you whispered, planting a soft kiss on the tip of his nose. “We have to get up. I have class.”

He groaned again in protest, shaking his head and burying his face into the crook of your neck. Between last night's events and the ringing of your alarm, you both only got about two hours of sleep, and that was being generous. This was no problem for you, as while sleep was a luxury, it was not a necessity. The same didn’t go for Felix.

“Come on,” you laughed, worming out of his grasp. “You’ll be fine, I’ll go make us some coffee.”

You rolled out of bed, throwing on Felix’s discarded shirt and heading towards your kitchen. Flicking on the radio, you felt oddly blissful as you grounded the coffee beans into a filter. It had been a long time since there’d been another person in your apartment. It made the space seem less… haunted. No longer lingering with the essence of Chan’s ghost. It felt fresh. New.

Felix emerged from your bedroom, rubbing his eyes sleepily, sporting only his khaki’s from the past day. His gaze met yours and he smiled. “So, I take it my shirt is yours now?”

“Mhm,” you hummed, leaning forward over your kitchen counter. Felix bent down, causing you to become nose-level with one another. The close proximity made your heart race.

“Mean,” he murmured, leaning forward to kiss you softly. There was no unchained desire, no promise of more. It was simple, warm. A morning of peace after a night of wildness.

You could get used to this, you thought.

The thought sunk in your chest like a stone. This wouldn’t be as simple as you wanted to be, as you needed it to be. There would be sacrifices to make, and cautions you’d have to adhere to. You had to get the truth out in the open. Better to rip the bandaid off now rather than later.

“Felix, you can’t tell anyone about this.” You said. The smile faded from Felix’s face, and for a moment he looked so… hurt. He stepped back.

“About the feeding? Y/N, I wouldn’t tell anyone what you are, don’t worry about-”

“No, not just the feeding. About us. About any of it.”

Felix opened his mouth to say something, but then quickly closed it. His gaze hardened. “Ah. Got it,” he stated sharply, grabbing his blazer and motioning to the door. “I’ll just head out then.”

“Wait, Felix! No, it’s not like that,” you said, rushing around the kitchen island and reaching for his arm. He turned around to face you, his expression wounded. “Listen, I don’t know how it was with your old neighbors, but here at Hampden things are different. There’s certain rules we have to follow, and what you and I did? Well, that broke about a hundred of them.”

Felix was silent for a moment, then sighed. “Okay… But what do you mean rules? Who’s enforcing them? Hampden?”

“No, it’s bigger than that. There’s a group of us here, a society. There are rules we abide by, and they’re meant to keep us safe. Keep us united,” you explained.

“Like a cult?” Felix asked, and you had to refrain from rolling your eyes.

“Well, if that helps you, then whatever. Yeah, sure. A cult.”

“Where do you-”

“I’m sorry,” you cut him off. “But that’s all I can really tell you, at least for now. Honestly, the less you know, the better. Just for safety’s sake.”

“Oh. Alright,” Felix said, his lips pursed. He wasn’t pleased, that much was obvious.

“I know this sucks, I’m sorry. But if we want to keep doing this-”

“Wait,” Felix interrupted, his eyebrows knitted together in confusion. “You want to keep doing this? I thought you’d get in trouble?”

You smiled, and were pleased to see the corners of his mouth curve up in return. “I’ve already risked getting myself in trouble.” You trailed your finger along the bare of his chest, feeling the warmth radiating from his skin. He was so alive, so real. And it only made you want him more. Perhaps, that’s why he wanted you as well. You were unpredictable, wild. A challenge.

A match made in hell.

“I dug myself a grave, Lix.” You looked up at him, entranced by the curiosity swimming in his eyes. “Might as well lie in it.”

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