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sugarcoatedstarkey · 2 years ago

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Tear stained pillow case

Pairings- Drew Starkey x Fem!reader

Summary- reader is in a long distance relationship with Drew and the constant shipping of him with his cast mate (Odessa) and hate get to her.

Warnings- Angst, yelling, swearing, a smidge of domestic abuse, cheating.

A/n: to the anon who requested a sad Drew fic, I’m sorry this isn’t the best. I hope I kind of got what you were looking for but I need to work on my angst! Please send me a message when you read this xxx

“YOU, you can’t keep going on like this?!” You shouted; anger bled through your veins. You felt sick, the bile rising in your throat. “You’ve got to be fucking joking me!”.

The nerve of your boyfriend, he spends months away from home. Spends every waking minute with his co-star Odessa, he kisses his co-star off screen and he’s the one who can’t keep going on?!

“Yes Y/N” Drew begins to argue, you cut him off by throwing his pillow at him. He doesn't even flinch, his face screwed up in anger. “No Drew, I’m not fucking done” you yell, you look crazy.

You look like the crazy jealous girlfriend his fans had painted you out to be, and you had every right to be.

“You don’t get to put this shit on me Drew, YOU KISSED HER!”.

-Previously-

You couldn’t take it anymore; his face was all over your FYP. You were stupid enough to create a TikTok account, scrolling endlessly and searching the tags for your boyfriend Drew.

You knew what you would see, thirst traps and edits of him and his cast mate Odessa. Edits of the sex scenes they had to film, everyone shipping them together. You were trying to make yourself hurt, you sat there reading the comments. Reading the hateful things they said about you, the words cutting you like tiny knives.

Ugly

Not good enough for Drew

She’s not even famous

Fat

You were ugly crying at this point, unsure why you put yourself through the pain day in day out. Drew had told you a handful of times not to go searching for these things, to pretend like the fans didn’t exist.

But how could he expect you to pretend? He was famous and there was no hiding it. He had been away for 3 months now; you had a routine of face timing every night around 6pm, but tonight was different. He had an event. An event with Odessa.

“GOD Y/N! What are you doing?!” You shouted, staring up at the ceiling. You roughly rubbed your face, your mascara smearing under your eyes. The tears didn’t stop falling down your cheeks. “STOP!” You ordered yourself, but it only made it worse.

Hyperventilating at this stage, gripping the blankets under you. Pressing your face into the white pillowcase, you were pathetic. A pathetic mess. You were so glad Drew was 12 hours away, there was no chance he’d walk through the doors and see you right now.

You hated that you were being so jealous, you knew he loved you. He adored you. Whenever someone tries to hint at him and Odessa in interviews, he always mentions you, you’re all over his Instagram.

You had never met Odessa; you never had the opportunity to. You did think that meeting her might make you feel less jealous, seeing how they act together in person and not from stupid TikTok clips that were edited purely to make people think they were together.

Your phone ringing cuts your crying short, you sit up quickly and reached for your phone. Seeing his face flash on the screen had you nervous, your skin clammy and heart racing.

You wiped away as much mascara as possible and dimmed the bedside lamp, pressing answer on the screen. His smile appearing on your screen moments later, he was in dark room with a small yellow overhead light.

“Hi baby” he grinned; you could see the glimmer in his eyes. You wanted to burst out crying again but instead you dig your fingernails in your thigh and gave him a fake smile. “Hey baby” you whispered, worried your voice would be husky from all the screaming and crying.

“Why is it so dark?” He questioned, his eyes darting around the screen as though he was trying to look over your shoulder. You shrugged and moved to lay on your stomach. “Going to bed early” your voice cracked, and you quickly hid it behind a cough, you could see a shift in his face.

“What’s wrong babe?” He questions, his eyebrows crease together. He looks over his phone for a second and mouths ‘hold on’ and his eyes dart back to you on the screen. “Nothing, I’m okay. You need to go babe, we can talk later” you smile, brushing him off, you wanted to go back to your sob fess.

“Your lying” he states, his features have hardened. You know he doesn’t like it when you keep things from him, he likes you to be open about your feelings. But right now, you didn’t have the energy to discuss why you were spending your Saturday night crying in bed at 6pm.

“Babe, we can talk about it when your home” “No, tell me now”

“Drew!” His eyes dart over his phone again and he lets out an exasperated sigh, he runs his hand over his face and squeezes the bridge of him nose.

It’s as though you can see the tension building in his shoulder blades, you so badly wanted to be there to offer him comfort. You wanted to be the one to rub his shoulders and whisper ‘you got this’

“Okay, I’ve got to go. I’ll call you tomorrow”.

He ends the call without an I love you, that just sets you off again and you spend the next 2 hours crying your eyes out until you pass out against his pillow.

—-

When you awaken the next morning, you’ve rolled over onto Drew’s side of the bed. Squeezing his pillow tightly against your body. Breathing in his scent that barely lingered anymore.

“Such a loser” you mumble to yourself; you reach for your phone that’s hidden under the blankets.

No notifications

You let out a defeated sigh and make yourself get ready for the day; you had planned to clean the apartment. Drew would be home in a few days, and you wanted him to come home to some normality.

And that’s exactly how you spent your Sunday, cleaning and staying off your phone. It was much harder to do the latter, you were itching to call Drew.

You usually sent texts back and forth every day, sent a couple of pics and just tried not to go crazy without one another. You had hoped listening to music and keeping you busy would stop the incessant thoughts that were flying around your head.

But you found yourself battling with your thoughts more than listening to the music. By the time nightfall came you had scrubbed every corner of the apartment. You had lit a candle in the living room and taken a seat when your phone lit up, the music travelling through the empty room.

You answer, plastering a smile on your face. He gives you a soft smile, he’s dressed in a green button up. The button up you had brought him for his birthday, you loved that colour oh him.

“Hey babe” you both say at the same time, letting out a chuckle at the two of you being awkward around each other. “How are you?” You ask, eyes flickering around the screen.

You can’t see much from where he is sat, you can hear voices and assume he’s just got back from the poguelandia event. You don’t even realise he hasn’t answered, too focused on who’s voice you can hear so close to the phone.

That’s when you look back at him, he’s not even looking at the phone. He’s looking over it again, mourning something and rolling his eyes.

“Why are you acting strange?”

“I’m not?”

“Okay.. why do you keep looking over the phone?”

“Oh, just watching something”

I’m that moment you knew something was going on, Drew always gave you his undivided attention even when he was mad. You didn’t like this, it made you feel sick again.

You were so sick of feeling unwell and anxious. “I’m going to bed”

Drew nods his head and finally looks at you, you press the end call button. You didn’t want to look at his face, you didn’t want to hear his voice. You wouldn’t be able to handle not hearing I love you back. It was easier this way.

You don’t know why you do it, but you don’t go to bed. Instead, you go searching on tiktok again. And that’s where you see it, the videos from poguelandia.

How close he and Odessa are, the way she dances with him. The whispering, the walking close together. You knew it, you just needed confirmation. He liked her, he didn’t want to be with you anymore and that’s why he’s distancing himself.

The tears don’t come though, your body seems to go into denial. Your stomach still unsettled, and your mouth feels dry but you place your phone on the counter and stare at the wall.

- 2 days dater -

“Hey, babe” you’re aroused from sleep, somebody shaking your arms. You jump, gripping the blankets around your chest. “Oh, it’s you”.

“Don’t seem so happy to see me?”

You don’t answer him, instead you stare at him. He takes a seat at the edge of the bed; he smells like the cologne you had brought him for his birthday.

He showered and is dressed in jeans and an oversized white shirt, hair a little messy since he’s growing it out for a project. “I missed you” Drew smiles, it’s a fake smile. You can tell them apart now.

He moves to give you a kiss, but you press your palm to his shoulder, giving your head a small shake.

You’re not dressed for an argument, so you pull yourself to stand and grab an oversized shirt. Not really sure if it’s one of yours or Drew’s but it really didn’t matter at the time.

“What’s wrong babe?” He questions, pulling himself to stand. He towers over you, making you feel small. The tough exterior you had been working on, crumbling slowly.

“Stop calling me babe... just, tell me the truth Drew”.

You don’t even need to clarify what you’re talking about; he runs a palm down his face. He begins to pace the bedroom floor; you had hoped he would deny it.

“I knew it”.

“It was a kiss” Drew states, your heart breaks. You feel as though you can physically hear the cracking of your heart, the bile rises in your throat and the tears pierce your tear ducts begging to be released.

“W-what?” You whisper, your voice wobbles. Your hands shaking as you move to hold yourself against the desk chair. You needed stability or you’d fall to your knees.

“I kissed Odessa, the night of poguelandia”

Your nails carve deep crescent moons into the wooden chair, your chest rising and falling heavier as you try to calm yourself down.

You can’t let yourself fall apart in front of him, he didn’t deserve to see you crumble.

“What the fuck Drew?” You yell, but your voice cracks and you slam your palm over your mouth to stop the hysterics from starting.

Turning your body so you’re not looking at him as the tears cascade down the apples of your cheeks, biting harshly on the skin of your lip. The familiar metallic taste fill your senses.

“It meant nothing”

“FUCK OFF with it meant nothing, why did you do it then?!”

This just seems to set him off, igniting something inside of him that he’s been holding onto for a long time. He’s stepping towards you and you’re taking steps back.

You’re back meeting the wall as he towers over you once more, making you feel smaller than you were. “Because Y/N, you’ve been acting weird. You’ve been distant and quiet; you’ve been making me feel bad for having a career”.

His voice is low and threatening, his hand hits at the wall behind you. You push on his chest, making him stumble back slightly.

“No Drew, I would NEVER make you feel bad for your career choice. However, I would distance myself so that I wasn’t sitting at home crying over you every night, missing you. Wishing I was with you, do you know how hard it is for me?!” You cry, you poke at his chest with your pointer finger. His larger hand grabbing yours to stop you from doing it.

You fight against him until he drops your hand, and you step away from him, your cheeks burnt red with frustration.

“How hard you’ve got it? What about me Y/N? Why is it always about you? I’m the one having to leave, do you know how hard that is on me?”

You shake your head, of course he was turning this all back around to the two of your issues. Acting as though kissing Odessa was okay, that it was just something he needed to do to forget about the issue at home.

“Don’t, don’t bring up all this. You kissed another woman; this is on you. Yea we have problems, every couple does. Yeah, we all have it hard, doesn’t make it okay for you to kiss your co-star” you shout.

You grab your phone; you don’t know why you want to add fuel to the fire. You’re on tiktok before you can rationalise with your brain, the second you’re on the app. The videos are there waiting.

“You see the shit that I have to deal with, go on, watch it”.

You throw the phone across the bed, his eyes falling to the screen of the iPhone. The video loops over the two of them dancing and whispering at the event, you can see him swallow harshly.

“This is a fan editing videos- “Drew begins to argue, and you let out a grunt of frustration, running your hands through your messy bed head.

“I can’t keep going on like this”

“YOU, you can’t keep going on like this?!” You shouted; anger bled through your veins. You felt sick, the bile rising in your throat. “You’ve got to be fucking joking me!”.

The nerve of your boyfriend, he spends months away from home. Spends every waking minute with his co-star Odessa, he kisses his co-star off screen and he’s the one who can’t keep going on?!

You knew you looked like the crazy jealous girlfriend his fans had painted you out to be, and you had every right to be. Your boyfriend of three years had kissed someone who wasn’t you and it wasn’t for a movie.

“You don’t get to put this shit on me Drew, YOU KISSED HER!” You cry, you can’t stop the tears now. You’re hyperventilating again, pressing the palms of your hands into your eyes.

He’s stepping around the bed and pulling you against his chest, you want to fight against him. You want to tell him to get out of the apartment.

But you also want to beg him to stay, beg him to stop seeing Odessa. Beg him to start fresh with you, move on and be happy.

“This is the end, isn’t it?” He questions, you pull away from him slightly. Mascara pooling in your lower lashes, you probably should have washed that off before you went to bed.

“It has to be” you breath, tears begin to fall from his own eyes. This only makes you hysterical, sobbing into his chest as he holds you tighter. You don’t even want him to let go.

“I’ll always love you Y/N, I’ll always think about you when I walk past a bookstore or see those fancy chocolate donuts in the bakery down town” he whispers, his lips are pressed against your hair. His grip is tight around your body, he doesn’t want to let go either.

“I was lucky enough to love you, I’ll always remember that” You whisper, tears fall harder as you look at one another.

“Oh.. if we are doing the right thing, why does it hurt so much?”

“I don’t know”

His thumb wipes away the tears on your cheek, pressing his forehead to yours. You let him kiss you one last time. His lips are soft, and they feel like they always do, they were made for you.

“I should go... I’m so sorry Y/N, truly so sorry”.

You watch him leave, you wait for the front door to close and that’s when you let yourself fall. Knees meeting the hardwood floor, the draft from under the bedroom door kiss your toes. You let out a gut-wrenching sob, praying he would come back and fight.

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daydream-cement · 2 years ago

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Yes, Mistress… (NSFW)

Larissa Weems x Reader

Not often do I write dominant Larissa… but when I do… holy shit.

Authors Note: Thank you sweet little baby @alexusonfire for your help with this <3 I am still under the belief that Larissa is a little sub but this was fun to write.

TW: derogation, restraints, dom!larissa, praise, toys, face sitting, and body worship

Hands. It felt like there were hands everywhere. Everything was far too overwhelming, but you were no longer in control. All you could do is take what you were given.

It was late afternoon when Larissa texted you: New outfit for you in my top drawer. I expect it to be on when I arrive home.

Immediately you felt that familiar ache in your abdomen. You were going to be a needy mess by the time she walked in the front door. You wasted no time in texting Larissa back: Yes, mistress…

Your homework was left scattered about the living room, knowing it would be more important to be dressed for the headmistress if she were to come home early. Making your way upstairs, you ducked into the headmistress’s bedroom, tossing your phone on the bed before searching her top drawer for your new lingerie. A thin white box rested at the top of Larissa’s underwear drawer.

Your eyes found your name scrawled across the top of a small card. Flipping the card over, you examined the note the headmistress had left you:

baby,

I expect you to be dressed and in that bed waiting for me, darling.

-larissa

Leaving the card discarded on the dresser, you throw open the box and reveal the baby pink lingerie Larissa had purchased for you. While you had many sets of lingerie from the shapeshifter, this one was entirely unique in its lacy hearts decorating the teddy bodysuit. It even included garters and a pair of underwear that you quickly noticed were missing the crotch.

Glancing to the clock, you noticed you had just over 15 minutes before the blonde arrived home. You dressed rapidly, struggling with the way the front of the bodice crisscrossed.

You were always happy to dress up for the headmistress, but something about wearing lingerie made you extremely bashful. Sprawling out in Larissa’s bed, you recline into the pillows and take a deep breath as you try to relax. While you weren’t exactly sure of what the headmistress had planned, you were sure it would involve you submitting to her power.

You close your eyes and try to picture all of the filthy things Larissa had done to you in the past. Perhaps she would use the rabbit on you until you could barely speak or maybe her hand would be planted around your neck as she forced every inch of her biggest strap into your cunt.

“Oh… Look at my pretty little baby.”

The shapeshifter’s voice drew your eyes open and you sucked in a breath at the sight of her body. She must have begun undressing when she entered the home. Her blouse was almost completely unbuttoned, revealing her breasts contained within pretty black lace bra. You were mesmerized as her hands pulled her blouse loose where it had been tucked into her tight skirt.

“Rissa…”

Larissa wasn’t looking to interrupt your admiration, so she wordlessly walked towards you, allowing pieces of clothing to follow in her wake. First her blouse fell to the floor, followed by her skirt. Your mouth watered at the way the skirt hitched around her hips, knowing it was her curves that allowed everything to cling perfectly in all the right places.

She paused at the bedside, leaning across the cushioning of the mattress and holding her chin in her hand. “Let’s get these legs spread open, hm? Get your hands all tied up? We can’t have you touching yourself without my say so…”

“Mmm…” Your whimper was uncontrollable, assuming your face would end up buried in the mattress while she cuffed your hands and legs to the spreader bar. You could physically feel the wetness growing between your legs at the mention of being tied up.

“Use your manners…” Larissa whispered, crawling onto the bed and over your body. Her face tucked itself in the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply before feeling entirely overwhelmed by having you near. She slumped back on the bed next to you, needy hands dragged you on top of herself.

With a hand on the back of your neck, she roughly pulled your face to hers. Larissa’s lips captured yours in a hungry kiss and you felt her growl as her hands wandered over your body, squeezing your thighs, sides, and breasts with desperate aggression.

“Do you want it, baby? If you want it, then you have to tell me…” Larissa parted the kiss and grabbed your face harshly, squeezing your cheeks with a dark look in her eyes that made your breath hitch.

At first, all you could do was whimper and roll your hips down against the headmistress. This only resulted in a swift and stern verbal punishment from the dominant blone, her grip on your cheeks tightening. “Did you forget to speak already? Stupid little slut… I haven’t even begun punishing that pussy and you can’t even think straight, hm?”

“Sorry…”

The headmistress released your face with a light shove and brought both of her hands down on your thighs, giving them a gentle rub and squeeze. “Sorry, what?”

“Sorry, mistress.”

“That’s a good girl.” The headmistress cooed, the gentle movements of her hands along your thighs coming dangerously close to your center. She would graze her index fingers along your entrance before sweeping them downwards once again.

The blonde was relishing in the feeling of your hips on hers, especially the feeling of your dampening cunt on her skin. She enjoyed the sensation so much that she began guiding your hips to grind against her abdomen. “I have been thinking about playing with this sweet pussy all day…”

“I missed you. I want- I want you to play with me…”

The shapeshifter’s guidance of your hips paused and tightened her grip on your flesh. From the glint in her eye, you knew you had misspoke. “Oh? You want me to play with you? Is that what you want?”

You realize your mistake. You had made a demand rather than asking Larissa to play with you.

“Please. Please play with me.”

The smirk that played on Larissa’s lips was dangerous. It was a look you knew far too well. She would be incredibly unforgiving as she pushed you through orgasm after orgasm. “When you ask so nicely, how can I say no?”

The blonde returned you back to your position against the pillows and slid off the bed in search of restraints and a vibrator.

When the headmistress emerged from her closet, in one hand she was carrying black leather loops attached by a longer band, and the other held her favorite pink wand vibrator. “Are you ready for me, baby? I could feel how wet you were getting when you sat on me.”

“Mhmm, yes. I’m ready…”

The shapeshifter crawled back onto the bed, beginning to slip one of your legs through the loops as she spoke so gently, “Do you like these panties, honey? I thought they would be so nice when mommy wants to use you like the little free use fucktoy you are.”

“Thank you for the new clothes. I l-like them very much…”

The headmistress positioned the second loop around your other thigh and tugged on the band connecting them. When used correctly, the band would be placed behind your neck and two loops around your thighs would spread your legs wide open. “Such good manners. I am so proud of you… my little slut.”

She offered you the band so she could position it over your head and you showed a moment’s hesitation, causing her demeanor to sour. Before she could say a word, you tried to make up for your lack of enthusiasm by begging, “Please... Please touch me. I’ll be good I promise.”

“You think you would be more grateful for the love and attention I give you, darling. I spend my days thinking of you and all the things I want to do to you.”

She pushed the band up over your head, sweeping you hair away from your neck so as to not let the stretch of the band yank at your hair. The shapeshifter did not inquire deeper as to your comfort, rather she gave the back of your thighs a push, encouraging you to have them as widely spread as possible.

“Oh, just look at you…” The headmistress’s fingers glided over your damp and swollen sex.

It all seemed too gentle for a moment. The pads of her fingers found your clit and circled it softly, humming to herself in enjoyment. You allowed yourself to close your eyes, enjoying the tender loving the headmistress was providing you.

The relaxation ended when you felt a firm swat to your pussy, followed by a second, and a third.

The spanking continued and you could feel her getting drunk on the power she had over you, “Who does this belong to? Tell me darling. Who owns this pretty little cunt?”

You suck in a breath and nearly choke out your reply. “You do…You do...”

How could this feel already so overwhelming when she hadn’t even drawn you to orgasm yet?

“You wanna make me proud, baby?”

“Yes…”

“Do you really, honey?” The headmistress’s touch turned gentle once more and she dipped her index and middle finger into your slit while her thumb circled your clit.

The differing sensations were almost too much to handle and you knew all too well this was just the beginning. Your eyes squeezed shut and your chin turned towards the ceiling as you gasped, “Ahh, yes. Yes- Yes, please. I wanna make you proud so badly…”

“No cumming without my permission. Okay, darling? Promise me.

The shapeu used some of the slickness from your heat against your clit and you felt yourself going lightheaded from the pleasure. You felt willing to agree to anything to have her keep going. “Hhg… yes… yes. Okay. I promise. I promise.”

The only sound you heard in response was the vibrator turning on. The headmistress’s fingers left your cunt and the overwhelming stimulation of the vibrator took their place.

The blonde gave you a few seconds to adjust to the new sensation before starting to gently move it up and down your cunt. She was looking to tease you and make you fall apart at the seams, and who were you to deny such a beautiful woman her desires?

Every second you felt yourself coming closer to orgasm the vibrator moved away from your clit, teasing elsewhere. The aching desire that had built in your lower abdomen had your mind going numb - all you wanted was to be fucked senseless. You were far too invested in the headmistress’s teasing to beg for the strap, however.

Your pussy was red and swollen from the spankings and your own intense desire. Larissa was smiling to herself as her fingers ghosted over your cunt, delighted with her handiwork. When she retracted her hand, she moved the vibrator back across your pussy, focusing on the clit just long enough to cause you to gasp before moving it away again.

You had no clue how much time had passed, but your whole body ached from the position you were forced into by the leg restraints.

As you were pushed closer to the edge of orgasm, your hands absentmindedly trailed downward, seeking to control the vibrator against your clit. Each time you did, the headmistress warned you to ‘keep your hands to yourself.” You felt as though you couldn’t form a coherent thought due to your need to cum.

Larissa kept going and going and going. You would be edged to the point of pain and tears if you didn’t ask to cum, but you were holding out. You wanted to prove to the headmistress that you could take her punishments without complaint or yielding. A silly thing to want considering how often Larissa was able to have her way with you in the past after you yielded without hesitation.

Your legs were beginning to close involuntarily from the overstimulation, earning a scold from the shapeshifter, “Tsk, tsk, tsk. We can’t have that. I know you are happy to have these legs open for me, so why don’t you act like it.”

With tears building in your eyes, you pry open your legs, planting a hand on either of your knees to keep them open. There was an orgasm building that you could no longer deny to yourself or the headmistress, and you would rather not cum without permission.

“Pl-Pl-ease. I wann-wanna cum. Pleasepleaseplease…”

“Oh? You wanna cum, baby? You wanna cum for me? Be a good little girl and cum all over my fingers, okay?” At her final suggestion, you felt her fingers slide into you and she began to fuck you as the vibrator pressed directly to your clit.

You stopped barring yourself from orgasm and the sensation came suddenly and harshly, causing your entire body to writhe and shake. The orgasm felt long and drawn out, but Larissa still wasn’t stopping… After all, that’s what a safeword is for.

The headmistress closed her eyes when she felt the walls of your cunt clench around your fingers, awaiting the sticky slickness that would soon coat her fingers. She seemed to press the vibrator firmer to your clit, wanting to watch you beg her for reprieve.

“Ahh.” You twisted and turned away from the vibrator, but you still hadn’t used the safeword. She continued with both of her movements, even firmer this time to prevent you from avoiding the stimulation.

“Fuck, I love this pussy. I love you my sweet darling.” Larissa cooed, her pupils dilated as she watched you unraveling before her.

That was all you needed for another orgasm to wrack your body, only this one felt different. It was far more overwhelming and immediately after, you wondered if you had wet the bed from the wetness Larissa had caused. Regardless of how proud the headmistress was of herself of getting you to squirt, she kept going, fucking you deeper as the flick of her thumb increased the vibrator speed.

That’s when it became all too much. An unexpected third orgasm immediately followed the second. You were lightheaded with tears beginning to stream down your face and you immediately knew you wouldn’t be able to handle any more.

Pushing your hands between your legs, you tried to push away the vibeator, but Larissa scolded you once more, “Use your words and keep your hands to yourself.”

“Please, I- Artic. Artic.” You pleaded, using the safeword without any further thought and knowing full well Larissa would stop in her tracks once she heard it.

The blonde indeed stopped immediately and swiftly excited her dominant role in exchange of one that was gentle and soft. “Are you okay, darling? Was it too much? Did I go too hard?” Her hands worked diligently to free you of the restraints and pull you to her once you were free.

By the way the headmistress pulled you against your chest, the best response you could give was a shake of your head. Larissa’s grip around you was intense, but you couldn’t protest against the homey feeling of your cheek against her breast and her hands rubbing circles into your back.

“Mm… you took it so good baby. You made me so proud.”

“I love you..”

“I love you too, darling.” The headmistress spoke in a low register as she pushed her face into your hair. There was a deep breath and a long sigh of loving obsession, “Now… there is something I need you to do for me.”

You moved your face from its pleasant place between her breasts to look up at her, inquiring further with your eyes.

“Lay on your back. It’s my turn to get off.” The shapeshifter’s voice was thick with desire as her hand pushed against your sternum.

You lay back against the bed, never one to refuse an opportunity to pleasure the blonde. She sat up next to you and allowed her eyes to sweep over your body as she began removing her bra. “You’re so pretty, baby. I’m so ready to sit on that pretty face.”

Your mouth watered at the notion. Tentatively you reached out to stroke the soft flesh of Larissa’s thigh, but you received no disciplinary response, rather she looked quite endeared by your loving touch. The blonde noticed your hungry gaze and smiled, offering you a different way to please her, “Or would you rather worship my body, darling?” Larissa toyed with her breasts as she asked her question, knowing you had no way of resisting.

Your nod was frantic and you immediately rolled onto your stomach and crawled to where the headmistress sat on her knees. You hadn’t asked for permission, but you felt Larissa’s dominant resolve slipping as her own cravings for your attention grew. As you moved closer, she leaned back on the king mattress and spread her legs out before her, welcoming you to pleasure her how you saw fit.

Eye level was her pretty tummy and thighs, and you felt that place would be the perfect starting point. When you arrived at a lips distance from her tanned thighs, you recognized the familiar lighting strike patterns of her stretch marks. Decades of shapeshifting left their toll, and you couldn’t be more in love with the way the stretch marks littered her skin. Larissa always felt defensive about you staring and paying attention to them, but you chose to trace them with your tongue anyway.

This time she restrained herself from pushing your head away. Instead she buried her hand in your hair and tilted her head back towards the ceiling, allowing herself to enjoy your gentle worship. Larissa eventually laid back on the bed and closed her eyes, a gentle hum at the back of her throat.

You took your time with every inch of skin, slowly working your way up to her hips and then to her stomach. Your hands trailed behind lovingly squeezing palmfuls of Larissa’s thighs, eventually looping up to her underwear to drag them down her legs.

The shapeshifter whimpered when your hand’s shifted to grip her hips, earning an upward glance from you. That’s when you became entranced by her beautiful breasts and you knew you needed a taste - after all, it had been hours since you touched them last.

Your hands grasped at her tits before your mouth found them. The headmistress gasped at the suddenness of the groping and once you had your mouth on one nipple, the aggressiveness of your actions slowed.

You tried your best to pay equal attention to both nipples while gently biting and sucking at the sides and underneath of her breasts (knowing full well the headmistress only wanted marks where they couldn’t be seen). When her boobs weren’t in your mouth, you pinched and squeezed at her nipples.

You could tell your ministrations were working her up when her hips adjusted themselves so her legs could curl around yours. Her body quickly shifted you to the side and she began rutting against your hip. From the sensation of drooling all over her tits and her grinding against your side, you were worried you may cum a fourth time.

“I.. Uh- I need- I need you to touch me. I need you to make me cum.”

The notion of the shapeshifter begging for you to touch her drove you mad. You were completely ID driven as you stopped drooling over her breasts to lay on your back, your hands pulling and grabbing on the headmistress’s arms and thighs as a way of guiding her to sit on your face. “Please, I want to taste you. Please let me taste you.”

Before the headmistress straddled your face, she took her time and hovered her face above yours and grabbing you by the chin. She held you still and lowered her lips near yours. Instead of kissing you, Larissa’s tongue protruded from her mouth and licked across your lips before finally placing a sloppy kiss to your lips. Your head was still spinning from the kiss when her lips finally left yours and you felt the familiar warmth of her thighs on either side of your face.

There was no hesitation in your arms looping around her thighs, drawing her cunt against your mouth. You had to audibly moan against her clit when you felt her wetness spreading around your mouth and down your chin.

The headmistress was in desperate need of the friction of your tongue against her clit. She quickly began grinding her hips down against your mouth. The shift of her hips became so frantic that she had to lean forward and brace herself on the bed with her hands.

She was only focused on getting off as the movement of her hips almost made it hard to breathe at times. Regardless if you may be punished, you give her thighs a squeeze, pulling her down a little harder to prevent her from moving. Larissa growled in frustration, pausing her movements and offering up more control to you.

You quickly became drunk off her pussy, losing yourself in eating her out.

The shapeshifter’s desperate moans were music to your ears as was the limitless praise she offered. She spoke so rapidly - it was almost as if she was trying to state as many sweet and possessive things she could before she came, “Oh, fuck! You are my little angel. I love you. Fuck, I love you. You are my sweet little slut aren’t you. You are mine. Ahhh, all mine.”

The rocking of the headmistress’s hips against your face began again. Now she worked them in a circular motion, her orgasm within reach.

Her hands worked their way into your hair and you allowed your hands to begin roaming about her body, allowing her to grind her hips against your face at any speed she desired. The grinding of the headmistress’s hips only sped up for a few seconds when she was suddenly rocked by an orgasm that drew a loud cry from the blonde.

She slid off you, and fell to your side, needing a moment to catch her breath.

“I love you, darling...” Through all of her elation, the headmistress placed a hand on your cheek, tilting your face up so your eyes could meet hers, “Time for you to shower while I make you dinner. I need you to be very well rested when I have you cockwarm that new toy all day tomorrow.”

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queenshelby · 1 year ago

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Yes! Mr Murphy (Rewritten)

PART 38: DANIELLE'S STATEMENT

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Lots of Angst, Age Gap, Teacher x Student, Pregnancy Loss, Infertility

PLEASE COMMENT AND ENGAGE!

Cillian took the phone from Nina, reading the article out loud to you both. His face grew grim as he absorbed the contents, his expression mirroring your unease. You exchanged looks, knowing this was going to be a problem.

"Well, there's no denying it now," he muttered, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

You bit your lip, trying to decide how to handle the situation. You felt your cheeks heat up as you imagined the consequences of what this may mean for you both. Not only was this humiliating for Cillian just before the BAFTAs, but also did it jeopardise your relationship with him, especially since, until now, he did not know about how you made your money in the past.

Cillian looked conflicted, torn between whether or not to address the situation, but you decided to break the silence first.

"I did not mean to hide anything from you, Cillian but I was and still am utterly embarrassed by this," you said, tears welling up in your eyes.

"So, it is actually true?" Cillian asked with surprise, thinking that the tabloids had made up a story to make you look bad.

"Yes," you said, and this statement took courage, given the secrets you had kept thus far especially in front of Cillian's 14-year-old daughter Nina who, too, had to hear why you did what you did at such a young age. "It started when I was 16 actually. Not when I was 18. It was illegal but, when I went to high school, my forester parents didn't support me. They used the money they were given by the state to buy drugs and alcohol, so I needed to find a way to finance my studies. I worked at a strip club to pay for my tuition fees. It's not something I am proud of, and I have been trying hard to forget about it ever since," you explained, causing Cillian to swallow harshly before cupping your face.

"I am so sorry Cillian," you began to cry, and Cillian quickly shook his head.

"Don't be, Y/N. I don't care where you come from or what you did. You are smart, beautiful, and funny. And I love you. That's all that matters to me," he replied earnestly, making you smile weakly through your tears.

Cillian caressed your cheek with his thumb, his eyes searching yours for understanding. "But I am sorry that you had to endure such shit upbringings and now have to endure this rubbish as well," he went on to say, his voice gentle yet firm. "We'll get through this together, okay?" he suggested, and a lump formed in your throat as you nodded, wiping away your tears with the back of your hand.

"This will look so bad for you," you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

Cillian winced, looking genuinely hurt by the mention of his age. "I don't care what it looks like," he assured you. "What I care about is who you are, not where you're from or what you've done. If people can't see that, then they're not worth worrying about," he then reassured you before he drew you into a fierce embrace, his words offering solace and reassurance.

You hugged him back, feeling your emotions spilling over. "Thank you, Cill. This means a lot to me," you whispered into his chest, and Cillian squeezed you tighter, his own heart swelling with pride and protectiveness.

Nina cleared her throat, breaking the tender moment. "I'm really sorry for interrupting you guys, but we need to talk about this. You are not going to let this slide, are you?" she said, gesturing towards the magazine.

Cillian reluctantly released you, allowing you to compose yourself before speaking again.

"Look, it doesn't change anything between us," he pointed out to his daughter, trying to put her mind at ease before turning to you.

You nodded, trying to swallow down the lump forming in your throat. Silently, you agreed hesitantly, still processing the newfound information.

Cillian wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close to him. You took a deep breath, letting Cillian's warmth seep into your being.

"Can you say something back, dad?" Nina asked, her tone curious.

"To the press?" he asked rhetorically, raising an eyebrow in response to his daughter's question.

Nina scoffed, rolling her eyes in annoyance. "They always do this kind of thing. You're just an easy target because of your age difference with Y/N. Otherwise, no one would have cared. You need to make a statement or something," she commented, crossing her arms defensively.

Cillian sighed, running a hand through his hair once more in frustration. He despised engaging with reporters and gossip like this, but it seemed necessary in order to protect those closest to him - including you.

"Fuck," he cursed before picking up his phone from the bedside table and making a call to his publicity agent.

"Liam, listen. There's an article in OK! Magazine that you need to address. Can you please call me back?" he spoke sharply into the receiver, leaving a message for him.

"Cill, I don't care. Don't do this for me," you told him after he hung up, but Cillian seemed determined.

"But I care Y/N. This entire article is nonsense," he insisted, holding your gaze with intensity as he brushed his fingers through your hair, giving you a reassuring smile.

"Just trust me on this, okay? Please," he requested softly; his eyes full of sincerity and you hesitated before finally nodding.

***

Several days later, and much to your surprise, you found yet another article about Cillian and you just as you packed your bag for your impending trip to London.

This article held a much different tone, and you were sure that Nina had something to do with it.

Title: Cillian Murphy's Ex Danielle Speaks Out: "I'm Happy for Him and Our Kids"

In the world of showbiz, love knows no boundaries. And when it comes to the mesmerising actor Cillian Murphy, the news of his blossoming May-December romance with dance teacher and performer Y/N Y/LN raised a few eyebrows due to their 22-year age gap and Y/N’s troubled past. But fret not, dear readers, as the acclaimed actress Danielle Murphy, is here to set the record straight and endorse their relationship!

In an exclusive interview, Danielle Murphy opened up about her ex-husband's relationship, highlighting the wonderful role that Cillian’s new love interest plays in their lives. As it turns out, Y/N not only teaches dance, but she is also the instructor to Danielle and Cillian's daughter Nina who has built a strong relationship with her father’s new and much younger girlfriend.

"Dance has always been a big part of Nina's life, and I couldn't be more thrilled that Y/N teaches and mentors her," Danielle shared with a warm smile. "When you're co-parenting, especially with teenagers, having a positive and welcome addition like Y/N is truly a blessing."

It's heartwarming to see the understanding and maturity that exists between Danielle and Cillian, as they manage to navigate their separate lives while focusing on their children's well-being. The ex-couple's unwavering support for their children's passions has ultimately created a harmonious environment for all involved.

In her statement, Danielle strongly emphasised her happiness for Cillian and the joy he has found with Y/N. "Cillian deserves nothing but love and happiness, and if Y/N is the one that brings it to him, then so be it," she expressed. "I trust his judgment, and I trust that Y/N is a wonderful person who will genuinely cherish him as much as he deserves."

As a mother, Danielle emphasised the importance of her children's well-being and happiness. "At the end of the day, my children's happiness is my top priority," she stated sincerely. "And from what I can see, Cillian has found someone who genuinely cares for them which, ultimately, is everything I could ever ask for.”

Indeed, this supportive stance from Danielle shows not only her maturity but also her immense love and respect for her soon-to-be ex-husband as the couple works through their divorce. It is truly commendable how ex-spouses can put aside any grievances for the sake of their children's happiness.

As the gossip mill churns, it's important to remember that love seems to know no boundaries. With Danielle's blessing and Cillian's unwavering support, Y/N finds solace in knowing they have won the hearts of those closest to Cillian and the children. These two individuals have gracefully risen above public judgment and are committed to prioritising love, family and the happiness of their children.

So, let's raise a glass to this modern family and their ability to find joy and harmony amidst the prying eyes of the world. Cheers to Cillian, Danielle, Y/N, and their beautiful blended family!

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jeonsweetpea · 1 year ago

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Moonstruck (13)

Werewolf & Vampire Hybrid!AU, Supernatural!AU | Hybrid!Jungkook x Hybrid!Reader | Werewolf!Taehyung x Hybrid!Reader (ft. BTS)

genre: angst, e2l, supernatural, thriller, slow burn

rating: mature

description: A treacherous flashback unfolds. You orchestrate a plan to obtain the truth no matter the cost, ensnared in a web of betrayal and lies.

word count: 7.2k

warnings: contains SPOILERS! contains SPOILERS! Cussing, fire, battle scenes, weapons, blood/wounds (nothing too graphic), betrayals, compulsion, drowning, dark magic

a/n: It’s winter break for me so YES, I was working on this as best I could! Hi, if you find this message, I love you, I wish you nothing but happiness and health. <333 Please let me know your theories/thoughts, this series will definitely be around 15-16 chapters. So just know I am working on it!

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Two days earlier…

After you calmed down, Yoongi told you about his original plan. Arriving at the safehouse was part of it, but he was actually in search of a rare plant. He had rummaged through Professor Seokjin’s office to see if there were any clues that would tell him where he went and sure enough, there were secret files about Blue Calamus on his computer.

Aka truth weed. Ingesting the plant would make you susceptible to speaking the truth for half an hour. Yoongi suspected that if he found the truth weed, he would find Jin too. And that meant he could help you and him find out what happened to Hoseok and his sister.

The first 24 hours were bad luck. You and Yoongi were following Jin’s footsteps, hitting up all the spots truth weed was claimed to be grown at. Unfortunately, every place turned out to be a dead end or false advertisement. After resting at a motel, the two of you accepted your defeat and ventured into the woods.

“Damn it. That town was our last hope,” Yoongi grumbled, taking a seat on a log. You took a look at the map Yoongi had brought and the glint in your eyes caught his attention. “What is it?”

“My mother’s campus is nearby… maybe she can help. I haven’t heard from her in a while.”

“Got your phone?”

“No. It wasn’t on me when Sunghyun teleported me.”

“I’ll call her.” The professor dialed her number and waited. When it finally went to voicemail, he tried again. “She’s not picking up.”

“It’s fine. Let’s just go.”

As you and Yoongi drew nearer, his phone suddenly buzzed with over 100+ messages and calls. The device was in a frenzy as notifications popped up nonstop. “HELP”, “SAVE US”, “DANGER” were the keywords you could make out and the ones responsible for the messages were three people: Seokjin, Hoseok, and your mother.

“What the hell is happening?!” Yoongi asked, swiping his thumb to open the messages and read them as fast as he could while more flooded in.

“Look, Professor Jin’s calling!”

“I see that, but my phone is glitching like crazy!” It took a few tries, but he finally managed to pick up the call.

“Get your ass over to [M/N]’s campus now! We’re being attacked!” A loud explosion could be heard in the background, alarming you and Yoongi both. He desperately called out Jin’s name, but the connection had fizzled out.

Filled with a mixture of fear and determination, you and Yoongi realized the gravity of the situation. You had to act now because that meant your mother’s safety was at stake too. And the kids. The poor, innocent kids.

With a renewed sense of urgency, you and the professor swiftly abandoned your search for truth weed and sprinted to your mother’s workplace.

The damage was far worse than anything you could’ve imagined. The combined elementary and junior high school building was crumbling to the ground, fire was spreading at a rapid rate, and gunshots were heard in the distance.

You jumped right into battle, quickly realizing the culprits weren’t human. It was a team of werewolves and vampires—the same werewolves and vampires you might’ve pissed off during the time your humanity was off.

“Ah shit…”

“Recognize us, you filthy hybrid?” one of the vampires taunted. Yoongi whipped his head to look at you.

“You know them?”

“I might’ve… tortured them when I turned off my humanity,” you admitted, offering him a sheepish grin. Yoongi pulled out his shotgun from his backpack, having half a mind to shoot you instead but restrained himself.

“I’ll cover you,” he stated in a gruff voice. You nodded and began taking them down one by one. The professor covered you as promised until you two made your way inside the burning building. A cry for help alerted you to go upstairs to the second floor and that’s when you found Hoseok and his sister fighting against a team of werewolves.

Honestly, they could hold their own pretty well. You only jumped in when you saw there was another one trying to sneak up on Dawon. She thanked you and returned the favor by saving you from a grenade. Hoseok was almost unrecognizable with how angry he was. He fought dirty, the remaining wolves clearly not a match for his ire and you remembered why he used to be alpha. However, his bright smile returned when the wolves retreated and he hugged you tightly.

“[Y/N]! You’re alive, oh my god. You don’t understand how happy I am,” He then quickly released you. “Oh man, I bet you want to kill me. I’m so sorry for what I did.”

“She’s the one who put me in a coma,” a sinister voice said. Hoseok and you glanced over at his sibling, who was pointing her gun in your direction. You waited in suspense for her next move but then she broke out into the same heart-shaped grin Hoseok had. “Just kidding~.”

She lowered her weapon and Hoseok laughed at your stunned pikachu-meme face. “You got her good!”

“What the fuck is going on?!” you exclaimed, crossing your arms at the two siblings.

“Meet my sister, Dawon.”

“I go by Jiwoo now, actually,” she replied.

“Right, we changed our identities. I still prefer Hoseok.”

“Nice to see you again,” Jiwoo states with a wave. “Thanks for not killing me.”

“Ditto…?” you said, confused beyond compare.

“Wait, we lost Professor Jin and your mom,” Hoseok said, frantically looking around. You copied his actions and realized you had lost someone too.

“Professor Min was just with me.”

Some more gunshots were heard from the rooftop of the building, so the three of you headed there. Professor Jin had set up a force field to shield him, your mother, and Professor Min while a team of vampires attacked from all sides. Once again you jumped in with zero hesitation but the added assistance of the Jung siblings ensured your victory. The enemies retreated and you all got off the burning building before the flames could engulf you all.

“What happened to my mother?” you asked worriedly. Professor Jin was carrying her limp body, which was full of bloody lacerations and bullet wounds. Everyone had been injured to some degree, but your mother received the most damage.

“She fought hard to protect her employees and students. She distracted the enemies while everyone ran. It’s our fault. We had brought them here to the school.”

“I’m fine,” your mother croaked. “Put me down, I can walk.”

“Are you joking?” you scolded. “You’re lucky to even be alive.”

“What do we do now?” Yoongi asked, watching the school building continue to burn down.

“My employees and I had an evacuation plan put in place in case this happens. There’s a secret tunnel beneath the school that leads to an underground chamber. I can heal myself there.”

The underground chamber was concealed from the outside world, shielded by layers of enchantments and natural barriers. Its interior was illuminated by soft, ethereal light emanating from glowing crystals embedded in the walls. Children’s laughter could be heard from all around and you were relieved to see everyone was okay.

Employees of your mother’s took her from Jin’s arms, immediately grabbing some healing herbs and medicinal plants that grew along the chamber’s walls. They reassured you she would be okay and that the herbs would accelerate her recovery.

Some students greeted you and you were pleasantly surprised at how welcoming they were. Considering the last time you saw them was when you had a gun in your hand, the kind gesture touched your heart. They asked if you defeated the bad guys, to which you gave them a thumbs up. It was so pure how they looked at you like you were a superhero and it reminded you of why you wanted children in the first place.

“Hey, we found a place to talk,” Jin said with a nod of his head for you to join him. You bid farewell to the kids and made your way over to the secluded area away from the crowd.

Everyone took a seat on the comfortable cushions the chamber provided, you being the last to sit in the circle. You noticed Hoseok caressing Yoongi’s face, most likely asking him about his scar. Something about the moment seemed… tender. Until Professor Min swatted his hand away, face flushed.

“We have a lot to discuss,” Jin said with a loud clap to get everyone’s attention. He pointed his pressed palms at you. “[Y/N]. I’m sure you have questions.”

“Yeah… Why are you here? With them?” You gestured to the Jung siblings and they both pointed at themselves as if there were any other Jungs around.

“When I quit my job, I went on a mission to find Blue Calamus because that would be the only way to figure out what was going on and prove to Namjoon that I didn’t orchestrate anything.”

“Why not use a truth spell? You’re a witch. You’ve done it before.”

“I felt like my magic was being tampered with. Spells always have loopholes and by then it was too late. Once I left campus, I couldn’t get back in. Something was blocking me. Like a magic that surpassed mine. I couldn’t text or call anyone on campus.”

“Same here,” Hoseok added. “I tried to message Professor Min and [Y/N], but none of the texts went through. No calls. Nothing.”

“So how did I finally get your call, Jin?” Yoongi questioned.

“I think it’s because you were within a certain radius of me. Whatever magic was being used to block our communication had limits.”

“Do you think it was Ari…?” you asked, though your tone indicated you already knew the answer.

“Most likely. She was my top student,” Jin answered. “Anyway, the hunt for Blue Calamus was nearly impossible. I spent months trying to find it and ran into many dead ends. At one point I ran into the Jungs.”

You turned your attention to Hoseok and he cleared his voice in preparation to speak.

“After I… did what I did to you…” he started to say hesitantly. “I got to the hospital and rescued my sister. We fled town and went to our parents’ safe house to find out they had been murdered.”

He waited for a reaction from you, but you simply said nothing.

“You know?”

“Professor Min and I discovered their bodies yesterday. I’m sorry about your loss. Do you know who killed them?”

“I’m sure we all know who it is.” The whole group gave each other a knowing glance, so Hoseok continued, “Jiwoo got a text saying we deserved it because I tried to warn you about a mole.”

“Jimin…” you muttered.

“Not just Jimin. He’s not working alone. Someone else contacted my sister and family first.”

“Who’s that?”

Jiwoo intervened, “Months ago I was spying on your campus to get more information about Jungkook, so we could kill him. Needless to say, I was spotted. He told me he wanted Jungkook dead too, so we formed an alliance to attack you all on patrol. I described the guy’s face to my brother after I woke up from the coma.”

You anticipated her answer with bated breath.

“... Kim Taehyung. He’s the other person working with Jimin.”

“Oh my god… Tae wanted Jungkook dead? Tae started this… with Jimin? This is insane,” you said, clenching your fists. Your emotions were in flux because even if it was an obsession, Taehyung never failed to profess his love for you. Killing Jungkook was one thing, but he’d never ask for you to be killed. Would he?

Did he place that listening device to spy on you for Jimin?

Your gaze fell onto Hoseok and he sighed, waiting for the other shoe to drop. He could tell you were dying to ask the burning question by your conflicted expression. “Ask me. I’ll tell you everything.”

“Why did you kill me? Did Tae… did he force you to do it?”

“Taehyung, Jimin, doesn’t matter. They were blackmailing me. Jiwoo had been compelled to kill herself if she ever met you. I couldn’t let that happen.”

You raised a brow at this revelation. “Um… I met her,” You engaged in a rapid back-and-forth motion, alternately gesturing towards her and then towards yourself. “How is she alive?”

“I removed the compulsion with a spell,” Jin explained.

“Hurt like a bitch,” Jiwoo mumbled.

“Okay… How’d you escape your cage in the first place?” you asked Hoseok.

“Someone messed with my food. It made me hallucinate, get angry—I wasn’t thinking straight. It made me strong too. Enough to break out.”

You shot an accusatory look at Professor Min, but Hoseok intervened. “Yoongi didn’t do anything.”

He called him Yoongi…

“And how do you know?”

“Because I didn’t see who brought me my food. I woke up and it was already there. After eating it, it felt like all my negative emotions took control of my body.”

You glanced over at the kids playing on the other side of the chamber, thinking about how you’ll never be able to have one of your own. Hoseok followed your gaze, pained by your crestfallen eyes. “I am truly, truly sorry. I know I can never make it up to you.”

“It’s fine,” you said curtly. “Continue. What happened once you found your parents?”

“We heard gunshots and fled. Didn’t even have enough time to bury them either. It was like whoever was threatening us didn’t want us to. I took Jiwoo to a new town far away, changed our names, and moved on.”

“Until Seokjin came,” Jiwoo informed. “He convinced us to join him in finding the truth weed. Hobi was against it, but I had to know who killed our parents before exacting revenge..”

“Why would he be against it?”

“He didn’t want anything to happen to me.”

Of course. Anything for his sister.

“But that’s when we got ambushed by supernaturals,” Jin said, “The same ones that attacked your mom’s school. They chased us all the way there, but we were so desperate for help and didn’t think about the consequences. We’re sorry, [Y/N]. It’s our fault.”

It’s mine. I pissed them off. They wanted revenge. They must’ve known I was associated with the three of them.

“It’s not. It’s my fault.” Your confession earned you the spotlight. “A lot happened on campus while you were gone, professor. I turned my humanity off. Tortured some supernaturals for kicks. Clearly they wanted revenge. I’m sorry.”

“None of us blame you,” Hoseok stated in a grave voice. “During our battles, one of them said they were paid by someone to do it. There’s a good chance they were the same ones who ran us out of the safehouse too.” You wondered if he was comforting you merely due to his guilt.

“It’s your turn. What’s going on back on campus? How’d you get that scar?” Jin asked Yoongi.

“Excuse me," a sweet, high-pitched voice said kindly. You all turned to see Sarang, the 8-year old vampire girl you remembered being enamored with when your mother took the students on the field trip to BTSU. “Ms. [Y/N]? Your mom wants to see you.”

You got out of your criss-cross sitting position and stood up, following the little girl to another part of the chamber where greenery was abundant. Your mother was tending to one of the flowers, so you grabbed a nearby watering can to help her after thanking Sarang. The little girl ran off to play with her friends, delighted to be of use.

“You always did have a green thumb,” you started to say as you poured water on another flower. Your mother smiled at the comment and you two took a while to water plants in comforting silence. But of course that didn’t last long because as most mothers do, yours started to nag you about how you were doing it all wrong. She couldn’t help but correct you on how much to water, why not to water too much, blah, blah blah.

“If you get even an extra drop on that one, it’ll die,” she warned, pointing to an odd, fuzzy plant. “Let me do it.”

“You recover fast,” you noted as you got out of her way. “What is all this, Mom?”

“Well, a few years ago I started growing some special plants and herbs in case there was an emergency. Your father was exceptionally great at it and well, since he hasn’t returned yet, I kept it alive and well. It’s our garden.”

The moonstone of your necklace flickered. “I miss him.”

“I miss him too.” She tended to the last plant and set the watering can down. It was then she gave you a hug, which you reciprocated. “I miss you more.”

“I know, Mom.”

“I don’t know what’s going on, but I hope you will tell me,” She patted your back. “I want to help you however I can.”

You stopped hugging her to look her right in the eyes. “Do you happen to have Blue Calamus? It’s known to have a strong minty taste.”

Two hours before the present…

Thanks to your mother and Professor Jin’s expertise, you and your team not only had an adequate supply of truth weed but also tranquilizers. One spell later and the plants from your mother’s garden transformed to a serum that was easy to weaponize. You opted for blow darts while the rest of while everyone else chose syringes.

With time dwindling, you all agreed on a plan and knew there was only one chance to get it right.

First, Yoongi took a vial of your blood back to campus while you, Jin, Hoseok, and Jiwoo were on standby in the forest. The Flame of Imprisonment prevented supernaturals from entering, so he had to convince Namjoon to blow out the candle.

Once that was done, you and your team snuck and took out any stragglers who weren’t in the cellar. Jin and the Jung siblings decided to split up to cover more ground on campus. Few minutes later, Jiwoo cried out that she had spotted Jungkook and Sunghyun coming out of the girls’ dorm rooms, so Hoseok bolted in that direction.

The two siblings were relentless in their chase, firing rounds in an attempt to subdue them. Despite their efforts, the boys evaded every bullet, leaving the Jungs frustrated and desperate. Closing in for the crucial injection with the serum seemed an impossible task.

In the midst of the chase, Professor Jin, quick-witted and determined, joined the pursuit. Using his unique abilities, he materialized in front of Sunghyun, injecting him with the serum before he could react.

Meanwhile, Jungkook, fear etched across his face, edged backwards away from the trio, seeking an escape from the chaotic scene. The amulet nestled in his pocket began to glow and in an instant, he disappeared.

“[Y/N],” Professor Jin’s voice rang urgently in your ears. The magical earpieces he conjured up were quite useful. “We got Sunghyun, but Jungkook vanished. He must’ve teleported somewhere.”

“I think I know where he is. I’ll meet you guys in the cellar.”

You switched off the earpiece, exhaling deeply as you ventured through the mountain tunnel. The sire bond had undeniably weakened, yet a subtle tingling sensation persisted whenever Jungkook was near. Upon pinpointing his teleportation, you swiftly made your way to Namjoon's office, where you secured the spare keys.

Standing before the familiar, imposing door, you unlocked it and continued walking until you reached the iron gate entrance. Each step you took weighed down your heart, the haunting echoes of Jungkook’s hurtful words ringing in your ears.

Murderer.

So spiteful. So heartless. So… cruel. You could only come up with one conclusion and that’s why your role in the plan was so painful.

“Who’s there?”

He doesn’t sense me. The sire bond…

As you drew near, your eyes met Jungkook’s for the first time in what felt like an eternity. Your heart wavered between relief and resentment, torn between the conflicting emotions. The gate that stood between you and him was a tangible barrier that reflected the emotional chasm grown between you two.

Jungkook’s eyes lit up with a mixture of joy and anguish. He had longed to see you again, to know you were safe and unharmed. But as he looked into your eyes, he could sense the pain and betrayal emanating from you. It was a blow to his heart, a realization that the connection you two shared had been severed.

“[Y/N]...” His voice trembled with the weight of unspoken apologies and the desperate hope for understanding. “I’m so glad you’re okay.”

“Not another word,” you said, voice strained with a mixture of anguish and disappointment. “I don’t want to hear anything you have to say.”

His voice contorted with remorse, regret etched deeply into his features. “N-No… no please.”

He ran up to the gate and was about to unlock it when you snarled at his actions. His head snapped up to see your goldenrod irises and sharp canines ready to tear him to shreds.

“Get back,” you growled. He obeyed and took a step back while showing you what was in his hand.

“It’s Ari’s notebook. I read everything. You were right about everything.”

“I don’t care!” you shouted, banging your fist on the gate. “Nothing in that book matters anymore. You didn’t believe me…” Your body slumped to the ground, defeated.

“You didn’t believe me…” you repeated, softer and more broken than the first time. Jungkook dropped to his knees, holding onto the bars of the gate and resting his forehead against it in an attempt to be closer to you. He shut his eyes and fought back his tears.

“I know. I’m so sorry…” Your eyes were lifeless, devoid of love and joy. You were staring past him like he didn’t exist and that pained him the most.

“You didn’t trust me…”

“I made a terrible mistake. Please,” he pleaded, reaching his hand through the bar to grab yours. You yanked it away, still refusing to look at him.

“Maybe… you don’t love me the same way I love you.”

He shook his head furiously. “No. No. That is not true. Don’t say that.”

“The Jungkook I knew… he would’ve believed me. That means you’re being influenced by something,” Your eyes shifted to meet his, determined and angry. “Or someone.”

You clenched your fist around your blow gun and pointed it at your lover. He was mortified and begged you to stop, but it was too late. You shot it right into his neck, causing him to fall to the ground. You stood up, unlocked the gate, and threw him over your shoulder like he weighed nothing. As you carried him to where the cellar was, you saw your team in the distance heading down the steps.

The plan was almost done. Just one more step. One that you thought of on your own as soon as you heard about the truth weed.

*Hss*

First to fall was Professor Jin. Professor Min was pissed as expected.

So he was next.

*Hss*

Then Hoseok and Jiwoo.

*Hss*

You didn’t understand why the cellar door was propped open, so you removed the stone and stepped inside. Taehyung perked up upon seeing you, the pure joy on his face quite endearing.

“Hi Tae.”

*Hss*

Plan complete.

In the present…

First to wake up was Jungkook, who felt something heavy around his wrists when he tried to move them. The clinking sounds alerted him of his confinement with two other prisoners.

“Sunghyun! Wake up!” he said, shaking the vampire next to him. Sunghyun groaned and slowly pushed himself up out of his position of laying on his stomach to sit crisscross.

“What’s going on?”

“Wake Taehyung up next to you.” The vampire obeyed and shook the werewolf by the shoulders. Taehyung opened one eye while ruffling his hair, immediately seeing the shackles and realizing his predicament.

“The fuck? Hey. Hey!” He shook the shackles violently, as if they would come off from the act alone. “What’s going on?!”

The noise woke up the others. In the cage next to theirs were Jimin, Yoongi, and Namjoon; Next cage had Jin with the Jung siblings; Last cage contained Ari, who for some reason was still unconscious . They all shared the same looks of betrayal and confusion until you cleared your throat loudly, standing in front of them all.

“Took you all long enough,” you sneered.

“What’s the meaning of this?” Professor Jin asked as he slowly stood up. His attempts at a spell to break out were futile and you let out a chuckle when his frustrated expressions gave him away.

“Magic dampening cuffs,” you informed him. “No one’s leaving.”

“Why are we here? I thought we were working together!” Yoongi exclaimed, sending you a glare that could kill.

“We were. But I don’t trust anyone anymore. And now that you’ve all been exposed to truth weed, I’m going to be asking the questions now.”

The look of shock spread across everyone’s faces was pure satisfaction. Now they’ll finally get a taste of what it’s like to be fooled.

“My first question: What is something you’re hiding from me that you’re guilty of?”

Truth be told, no one knew the full extent of the truth weed’s effects aside from it lasting half an hour. Good thing you had all the time in the world to figure it out, though you didn’t really know what to expect. Taehyung was the first to answer.

“I bite my nails even though you told me to stop.”

Everyone stared at him and he slapped his mouth shut with his hand.

“I’m afraid of microwaves,” Jungkook revealed. The attention diverted to him now, who cursed and turned his back towards you, face flushed. You’re gonna have to dig more into that later.

“I practice arguments in the shower,” Sunghyun said.

“I sleep naked,” Yoongi confessed.

“I hate mint chocolate ice cream,” Namjoon added. That caused a rise in some, surprisingly enough.

“I’ve seen Taehyung in his underwear. It was red,” Jimin informed.

“I can’t handle alcohol well,” Hoseok said while blushing.

“I’m the only 10 in this room,” Jin bragged. “You’re all 8’s.”

“I was going to give you 30% of my profits when I published my novel,” Sunghyun said. You raised an eyebrow at this because you deserve at least 80% for your troubles.

“Part of me still wants to kill you, but I’m trying to get over it,” Jiwoo said nonchalantly. The silence in the room was deafening and you shook your head quickly to snap out of your trance from these… discoveries. Maybe this wouldn’t be as easy as you thought.

“Okay, this is not what I was expecting,” you said, rubbing your chin in thought. “What is something you’ve done to hurt me physically or mentally?”

“I recorded our sessions,” Jin said, but you waved him off with your hand.

“I know that already.”

“I wrote about your life story because it was more interesting than my own,” Sunghyun replied.

“I know that already,” you repeated.

“I killed you,” Hoseok said, apologizing once more after.

“I know that already too…” you said through gritted teeth.

“I hurt you in our last battle,” Jiwoo said with a bright smile while looking up at the ceiling like she was reminiscing. “Got some good hits in before you, uh, put me in a coma.”

“This is ridiculous,” you muttered while facepalming yourself.

“I kissed Jungkook.”

In an instant, your eyes darted towards Jimin, who leaned casually against the wall with a devilish smirk, one foot casually propped up. He seemed to revel in the revelation, a silent observer of the unfolding drama. The weight of his gaze bore into you as you redirected your attention to Jungkook, whose big, round eyes betrayed his emotions.

Jungkook attempted to cover his mouth, a futile effort to suppress what came next, but his admission slipped through the cracks.

"And I felt something," he confessed, the words piercing through you like a dagger to the heart. "B-But not anymore!" The added assurance seemed almost laughable; the damage was done, irreversible.

Before you could process this devastating revelation, muffled sounds emanated from Yoongi. He, too, covered his mouth with both hands, going to extremes by biting the collar of his shirt in a desperate attempt to stifle his own words.

Namjoon and Jimin teamed up to pin one of Yoongi’s arms down by his side, coercing him to speak.

“I was the one who released Hoseok from his cage,” Yoongi finally admitted.

“Oh dear god…” you gasped, clutching your chest. Everything suddenly felt constrained, tight enough to explode. “Why…?”

“... Because I love him. I didn’t know he was going to hurt you. I promise.”

“I put a bug in your wolf plush,” Taehyung confessed without any remorse. You knew this fact to be true for a while now, but it still stung to hear him confirm it.

“I… I…” Namjoon kept uttering small sounds, but no words were formed. Then, without warning, he turned to face the wall, standing still for a moment before repeatedly smashing his head against the concrete. Blood quickly trickled down his face, and you shouted for him to stop.

Yoongi, in a desperate attempt to intervene, positioned himself between Namjoon and the wall.

“Namjoon! Don’t do this!” he pleaded, pushing him back in a desperate attempt to stop the violence.

Smash. Smash. Smash.

Jimin stood idly by, an eerie calmness in his demeanor as chaos erupted around him. Everyone was shouting over each other, quickly falling into a panicked state.

“Why is he doing this?! Stop it!!!” you cried, holding onto the sides of your head in distress.

A sinister grin played on Jimin's lips as he casually revealed his role in the unfolding mayhem.

“Because I compelled him,” he said, throwing his head back in a chilling cackle. He got off the wall he was leaning on to approach the bars of the cage closer to you. “Couldn’t have him spill the secrets too soon. Spoils the surprise.”

Wham. Wham. Wham.

“Make it stop! Make him stop!”

Namjoon’s entire face was covered in blood at this point. His nose broken, skull fractured, but he continued to mindlessly bang his head against the hard concrete like a robot devoid of pain.

“Alright, Namjoon. That’s enough,” Jimin ordered with a snap of his fingers. Namjoon ceased his actions right away and Yoongi’s quick reflexes caught his limp body.

“You bastard…” Yoongi said, seething with rage. Jimin seized Namjoon from Yoongi’s grasp and held the unconscious professor in a merciless headlock.

“I’m starving… dying takes a lot out of you.” His red-blood sclera and protruding veins sent shivers down Yoongi’s spine, prompting him to take a step back. He frantically patted down his body, realizing his lack of weaponry—you had removed everyone’s arms during your tranquilizing sweep. Jimin grinned devilishly, exhibiting his fangs for everyone to see. Everyone begged him to stop, but your voice resonated the loudest.

“Stop!!! Why are you doing this?!” you yelled. Jimin retracted his fangs and tilted his head at you in amusement.

“Because of you. And your mom. And Jungkook. You just had to be born and ruin everything. You shouldn’t even exist, you damn filthy hybrid.”

The ones who attacked us at mom’s school said the same thing.

“ You sent those supernaturals to attack us. To follow Jin, Hoseok, and Jiwoo to my mom’s school.”

He nodded, the joyful giggle he let out a stark contrast to his true nature. Your fists clenched in response.

“... You killed Hoseok’s parents. Didn’t you?”

“I mean, yeah, I ordered for them to be killed.”

“Ordered who?”

“Someone close to you. They’re actually blood-related to you, believe it or not.”

“Tell me their names.”

“The Supernatural Threat Response and Investigation Division of Enforcement.”

“Who, S.T.R.I.D.E? The fake as hell detective agency? Professor Min found that out pretty quick. What do you want?”

“For you to die. You’re the reason why my life has been hell. Your mother left me and then when I finally moved on, you just had to go after Jungkook.”

“You promised me she wouldn’t die. That wasn’t part of the deal!” Taehyung shouted.

“What deal?” you questioned.

“I bit Jimin to hide his stupid flower tattoo and he promised me he wouldn’t kill you.”

“You did what?!”

“Hey, I’m keeping my promise. Ari, darling…” Jimin said in a low voice. You glanced over to your best friend, who was still asleep on her cot. “Wake up.”

Her eyes snapped open, widening as if possessed. She rose abruptly, turning her head without moving her entire body like a creepy doll. Her lips curled into a bone-chilling grin.

“I didn’t say I was going to kill her,” Jimin quipped. You watched as she effortlessly tore through the magic-dampening cuffs, a black aura emanating from her body.

“[Y/N] RUN!” Jungkook and Taehyung urged.

“She’s been consumed by dark magic! That’s not Ari anymore!” Jin added.

You were already racing to the keypad, inputting the passcode at lightning speed. However, the door wouldn’t budge. A frustrated curse left your lips as you frantically tried again only to meet the same fate.

"The password changed!" Yoongi's voice rang out, a moment too late. Your finger had already pressed the enter key, and a surge of electricity coursed through your body at the failed third attempt. An agonizing scream escaped your lips as you crumpled to the ground, back arching in pain, fingers twitching involuntarily.

As you lay there, vulnerable and writhing, Jimin's menacing face appeared above you, a Cheshire grin etched on his lips. The infuriating expression only fueled your desire to see him pay. Ari, wearing a mask of faux pity, also looked down at you, and in your agony, you found yourself pleading with her for assistance.

“Ari… I don’t care about the dark magic… I know you’re strong enough to beat it. Don’t do this.”

“Aw, she thinks you still care about her,” Jimin teased with a pout. He swung an arm around her shoulder, laughter echoing in the tense air. “Sorry, but your bestie is loyal to me. Thanks for getting me out of the cage, love.”

“Anything for you,” Ari replied, her lips now a dark black.

Electricity was nothing. You’d heal in a few minutes; you just had to stall for time.

“Why are you loyal to him? He doesn’t love you. He loves Jungkook.”

A flicker of vulnerability crossed Ari's face, a brief shift from the facade of evil to a moment of crestfallen realization. It’s possible to get through to her, you knew it.

“Do you really want to live your life as second best to this motherfucker?” you asked, not breaking eye contact with her. “He’s using you. He’s never loved you at all. This is madness!”

Jimin huffed and stomped down on your abdominals, crushing your ribs with a loud crack.

“Did I say you could fucking speak?” he spat, voice laced with venom. You laid there groaning and holding your stomach, the pain radiating through your body.

Just then, the cellar door swung open, revealing two unfamiliar figures who peered down at you. They bore the appearance of an elderly couple in their sixties, their gray hair and modest attire suggesting a quiet, unassuming life. Yet, the scent of your mother's perfume wafted into your nostrils.

Coincidence? Couldn’t be. Everything has been carefully calculated since the beginning. Who were these people?

“What the hell are you doing?” the old woman asked Jimin, hands on her hips in disapproval. “She’s down. Let’s just kill her.”

“Yeah, or else this would’ve been all for nothing. Where’s the White Oak Stake?” the old man pressed.

“Calm down, gramps. My lady here has it stashed in a safe place,” Jimin said, gesturing with the nod of his head at Ari. The old man placed his hand out palm up, demanding for the item.

“Well? Give it here.” Ari rolled her eyes in response. “Hey. Haven’t you learned how to respect your elders?”

“And haven’t you ever heard of hand cream you wrinkled piece of—”

“Watch your mouth!”

The old woman put her hand on her husband’s shoulder before things could escalate. “Now, now. We’re a team. Give the vampire some credit. I mean, having him compel his own professor to deceive his parents and gain the key to the armory was genius. We owe him our thanks for the stake.”

“That’ll teach them to cut me off,” Jimin said and they all erupted in laughter.

He was cut off? The blood bags… he drank the Jungs’ blood and then tricked me into doing the same. Fuck him!

You may not have been operating at 100% capacity, but you weren’t sticking around to find out what these people’s intentions were. Slowly, your hand delved into your pocket, fingers searching for anything of use. A smooth surface met your touch, and you pulled it out with a mix of hope and desperation.

Sunghyun’s amulet. You looted it from Jungkook earlier when he was unconscious. The thought raced through your mind—could it siphon the hybrid magic out of you and save you?

Ari, ever watchful, caught wind of your furtive actions. Before she could unleash her formidable powers and reduce you to nothingness, you unleashed a blinding burst of energy. The brilliance of the white blast momentarily blinded everyone in the room, providing you with the cover you needed to slip away.

"She's gone!" cried the old woman.

"Go get her!" barked the old man. Jimin's eyes narrowed in determination as he harnessed his supernatural speed to track you down. In the same instant, Ari's eyes transformed into pools of pitch black, racing at lightning speed to pinpoint your elusive whereabouts.

The bitter night air greeted you as you burst into the open, the moon casting an ethereal glow on the snow-covered landscape. Your surroundings blurred as you stumbled forward, guided only by the instinct to put as much distance as possible between yourself and the conspirators who sought your demise.

The frozen lake loomed ahead, its icy surface reflecting the silent chaos that unfolded around you. Your breaths came in ragged gasps as you approached the edge, the lake standing as both a barrier and a potential escape route.

As you hesitated on the brink, unsure of your next move, Jimin caught up, his eyes ablaze with determination. Sensing the urgency, he lunged at you, aiming to thwart your escape. In the ensuing struggle, the amulet slipped from your grasp and landed on the frozen lake, its glow momentarily illuminating the icy surface.

Before you could react, he seized you by the shoulders, his grip like vices on your flesh. He forced you to the ground with a ruthless strength that left you breathless.

"You're pitiful," Jimin hissed, his voice dripping with contempt. "Your existence is an aberration, an insult to the natural order."

You struggled against his hold, your eyes narrowing with defiance. "You won't break me, Jimin. I won't let you."

Jimin's lips curled into a cruel smile as he pressed you harder against the cold ground. "You think your defiance matters? You're a mistake, an anomaly. The world would be better off without you."

He leaned in, his face inches from yours, his eyes drilling into yours with a toxic mixture of hatred and twisted desire. "Jungkook chose you because of a bond that's not even real. Once I end you, he'll see the truth. You're nothing, [Y/N].”

Your breath caught in her throat as she felt the weight of his words. Jimin continued his verbal assault, each word a venomous arrow aimed at your core. "You cling to the illusion of love, a love built on a lie. I'll free Jungkook from this illusion. Free him from the burden of your existence."

Before you could respond, the world shifted. The ground gave way beneath you two, and in a sudden, chaotic descent, y’all tumbled into the icy abyss of the frozen lake. The air turned to a piercing chill, and the echoes of Jimin's menacing words faded into the murky depths.

The amulet plunged into the suffocating embrace of the water as well, its dim glow your only hope. You made a desperate attempt to swim towards it, reaching out in the hope of grasping salvation, but Jimin moved with unnatural swiftness. Underwater, he seized your neck and snapped it with a cold finality. He abandoned your unconscious form, lost in the icy currents, desperately searching for the surface.

Jimin wouldn’t have survived if not for Ari. She lifted him from the ice, water dripping from his sputtering form. He flashed her a bright smile and triumphantly shouted, “I killed her!”

“Temporarily. She’ll come back,” Ari responded calmly.

“I know, but it still felt good. Thanks for pulling me up.” Jimin expected to be set down on solid ground, but Ari defied his expectation, keeping him suspended in the air. “You can put me down now.”

Ari's gaze, however, remained unwavering. “Was [Y/N] telling the truth?”

Jimin scoffed. “What truth—about Jungkook? Sweetheart, you knew this already.”

Ari persisted, her tone cutting through the icy air. “Not him. About you not loving me… at all.”

Jimin's confident facade wavered, but he quickly masked it with a dismissive smirk. “That's ridiculous.”

“Do you love me?” she pressed, her voice steady but demanding an answer.

Jimin winced, the truth serum coursing through his veins amplifying the pain of his conflicted emotions. He tried to evade her question, his words stumbling over the raw honesty he couldn't suppress. "Ari, it's not that simple. You know my priorities—"

Ari's frustration erupted in a surge of magical energy, causing Jimin to flinch. "Answer the damn question.”

Jimin's gaze faltered, and he swallowed hard, the weight of the truth serum pushing him to the brink of revelation. "Ari, I... I care for you.”

Ari's expression hardened, a mixture of disappointment and anger etched across her features. "Care for me? Did you ever love me?”

He no longer could suppress the truth. “Not in the way you want me to.”

Ari's features tightened as the reality of his confession settled in. The revelation was a bitter pill, the taste of betrayal lingering in the cold air between them. She took a step back, her gaze now devoid of the vulnerability she had revealed moments before. "I see..."

The magical bonds that had kept Jimin suspended in the air wavered. With a swift motion, Ari withdrew her support, letting Jimin plummet back into the icy lake from which he had been rescued moments ago.

*Splash!*

“Perhaps you need some time to rethink your answer. I hope as the water fills your lungs until you suffocate and die over and over again will help you come to your senses. Now…”

Ari extended her hand over the frozen lake, fingers tracing a glowing pattern in the air. Chanting softly, she summoned magical currents that shimmered across the icy surface. With a decisive motion, she pointed her fingers downward.

A radiant stream of magic flowed towards the submerged you. The water yielded to Ari's spell, parting to reveal your unconscious form. Her magic cradled you, forming a protective cocoon that shielded you from the freezing depths.

As you emerged from the water, Ari delicately guided you to the surface.

“It’s time for you to meet your grandparents, bestie.”

I hope you enjoyed it!!! Leave me your theories/thoughts anytime. Thank you :)

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astroluvr · 2 years ago

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A Trip Around the Sun and Right Back to You

summary: (college!) jack’s birthday stirred up quite the commotion, and despite how much he loves being the big man on campus, he misses his corner of the world- even if he isn’t supposed to

a/n: here’s an impromptu college!jack blurb! its my first writing in a while, so pls have mercy on me lol! it’s a little long, and probably taps out from the plot a little, but i hope you enjoy!!! i’m welcome to any thoughts on the college!jack au given that there isn’t much lol.

warnings: mention of drugs (just weed), college party, brief allusions to smut (but not explicit, ik and i’m sorry)

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The world was his oyster, but today the world was just his. The lines of the circle he drew around himself seemed to grow blurrier and blurrier each semester. It was harder to tell who had squeezed themselves in by pushing people over, and who had genuinely earned their place.

It seemed that lately he was an excuse to throw a party, or at least a ticket into one. The guys on his championed soccer team never got as much attention as him, and were almost slick with how they managed to use Jack to get it.

It never occurred to him just how loud it was all the time until he met you. And Jack hardly liked to think of himself as meeting you, in some weird way. Saying that he met you felt like he was referring to some cross of fate, and he absolutely does not want to think about why he thinks of it that way when it comes to only you.

Either way, you were on his mind, and he kept looking at the text message you sent him bright and early in the morning.

Good morning, birthday boy ☀️🧁 Hope your day is wonderful!!

He had stared at that text for at least fifteen minutes before responding to it. The only person who has beat you to the well wishes was his mother- even room mates were late on the draw.

It didn’t upset him, though, he knew that world goes on and people had more things on their mind than telling him happy birthday, but that didn’t mean it didn’t feel nice.

As he stood in the middle of a party in full swing, he found himself staring at the messages between you. A year ago today, he wouldn’t have expected a sweet message from you, but instead a raunchy picture as a gift. He wasn’t sure which he preferred.

“Hey, Jack!” A familiar voice sounded, making his floating fingers slide across the screen, and he turned around quickly, faced with Evan, a friend of Urban’s. “Happy birthday, man.”

“Thank you.” He nodded, and Evan clapped his back before shoving something in his pocket with a wink.

It didn’t take long for Jack to gather what it was, and he only shook his head before throwing it in the middle of a smoke filled circle. People were generous enough to slide him all sorts of baggies all night long, and even more so to supply the party with drinks for free.

He wasn’t sure if he was ungrateful or if he was just reaching an age where he questioned the intention and meaning behind those ‘gifts’, and he did not like that he might’ve been approaching such questions during college.

A month or two ago before your place in his circle became less solid, he wouldn’t have questioned anything for a second.

“Jack!” He finally heard your muffled voice through his phone speaker and he stopped short in the kitchen. The call had been going for at little over a minute now.

“Oh, shit, Y/N!” He said into the speaker, rushing out into the yard where only a few people were scattered across the yard.

The air was thick and humid, but it also cooled him down from the heat of the party that radiated into the night. He shoved a hand in his back pocket before clearing his throat.

“Hey, did you mean to call me?” You asked, and he was envious of how peaceful you sounded. He could imagine that you were just getting home from work, and fresh out of the shower.

That was his favorite time to see you, and he was only allowed the pleasure a couple of times before.

“No. I-I mean, yes. I mean, fuck, I meant to text you. I just slipped and called.”

“Oh,” you giggled, and Jack swallowed. “Why are you texting little old me in the middle of your bash? You should be in bed with three other girls right now.”

He wanted to laugh because he knew it was a joke, but he also knew that it meant you thought he had the capacity to even think of any other woman.

“You’re the only one.”

And he didn’t specify- and for once, he didn’t feel the need to add a fine print. He didn’t need to say the only that he was sleeping with, or going out with, or even friends with. He didn’t need to, not because he didn’t feel the need to explain his sex life with his tutor/fuck buddy, but because there was no defining category.

“Next time I see you, I have a gift.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Mmhmm.” you hummed, and he could hear you adjusting in bed. “But you’ll have to get it soon.”

“Come over. Bring it to me. Both my gifts.”

“Both?” You laughed, and Jack bit his lip. “What makes you think I like you that much? What do you think this other gift is?”

“You.”

The sexual innuendo wasn’t clear in his statement. He wasn’t sure if the gift would be your presence itself or having sex with you, and he didn’t want to dwell on which would be his preferred.

“I don’t want to crash your party.” You mumbled, a teasing lift to your voice that almost made Jack groan.

“It’s not crashing if it’s my party, and I’m inviting you.”

“Jack, we both know…” you trailed off with a laugh, and he nodded as though you could see him.

It wasn’t his party, and you would be crashing, and it was all Jack’s fault. He always tossed the mention of parties like this around, and made you feel like you wouldn’t fit in before you even had the chance to. He had driven you away because he was scared of what he felt. He had removed the wrong person from his circle, and now it felt like he was struggling to make room.

“Just come through. I’ll wait for you at the door, and we can hang out.” He could practically see your face screw into uncertainty.

“Jack, the gift really isn’t that nice, and I’m not really in the mood to-“

“This isn’t about the gift, and this isn’t about fucking. It’s just about seeing you tonight. On my birthday.”

You sighed and bit your lip before looking down at your boy shorts and oversized shirt. “I’m not coming dressed up.”

“Good.”

You were over at Jack’s in less than fifteen minutes and the party was pouring out of the house. You knew better than to try and park anywhere near it, so you parked a little bit across the street, away from a lot of the commotion.

You were only in sweats and a hoodie that you pulled on over the clothes as you tried to blend in with everyone. You hated the parties, and you were suddenly grateful that Jack tried to keep you away from them.

You finally found Jack on the front porch, all alone and crowded at the same time. You pouted at the sight. He was only in a pair of sweats similar to yours and a nicer hoodie that he had tugged over his pretty curls that caught a little bit of light from the full moon.

“This isn’t the birthday suit I was expecting to see.” You murmured, walking up next to him and pulling him from one trance into another. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m great. Just wanted… a break, I guess.”

You hummed, wanting nothing more than to just lean against the soccer team’s house and try to pretend that the smoke was a breeze.

“Let’s go inside.” he tugged at your sleeve, and you followed him, growing nervous as you entered the belly of the beast.

If anyone was sober enough to notice- which was maybe a handful do designated drivers too caught up in their own misery to give a damn, they might catch the way you tried to stay behind Jack’s tall figure that parted the crowd, and the way he put his hand out towards the bottom of his back for you to take. You wanted to so badly, but you felt that the consequences would sting. That you’d take it for more than it was.

Jack stopped short at a couch, tapping his friend’s shoulder as he split a blunt with a girl underneath his arm. You recognized Urban when he narrowed his eyes up at Jack.

“What?” He asked, and you tried to stay perfectly still, stay Jack’s little secret.

“Look, thanks for throwing the party, Urb, but I don’t want to have to clean this shit up, and I don’t want to hear a bunch of people until five in the morning.”

“Bruh,” Urban glanced at you and laughed, making you feel small. “Are you about to go study?”

“Just wrap it up in a little, Urb.” Jack shook his head, and led you back upstairs to his room.

Somehow, despite being able to feel the vibrations of the party, you couldn’t hear it as clearly. Jack’s room felt strangely unfamiliar as he took off the hoodie and revealed only a wife beater underneath before sitting on the edge of his bed and smiling at you.

“What?” You laughed, and Jack reached out to grab your waist, tugging you to the bed next to him. “You’re insane.”

“When do I get my gift?” he murmured, a smile plastered on his face.

The two of you had never kissed without lust or intention behind it, but right now, he just wanted to kiss your forehead and hold you close.

Jack wondered for a moment if he were going crazy. He racked his brain for when he had ever looked at you like this, and he didn’t want to believe it when he kept thinking back to the time you smiled at him when he got an equation right on the homework you were doing together.

“Here.” you reached into your purse and pulled out a cupcake in a plastic container that was a little bigger than normal ones. It had white frosting and its wrapper had little soccer balls printed.

Jack chuckled when it was in his hand and you crossed your arms against your stomach. “This isn’t what I was expecting.”

“Well, I told you it wasn’t much. I mean, I had to get you something. We’re friends, of course- not just friends. Not that we’re more than friends, but I felt like I had to-“

You were interrupted by Jack’s impulse, feeling his lips against yours. You didn’t expect it to deepen the way that it did, but a flurry of want blew through you.

In a heartbeat, you were on his lap, forgetting that you told yourself you’d put your feelings aside for tonight, just be friends with him tonight. You couldn’t stop yourself from placing your hands on his shoulders and letting him place his own hands in the waistband of your sweats before breaking away to look at you.

“You want to?” He questioned, and you nodded, biting your swollen lip. “Thank you for my gift, sweetheart.”

You shuddered at the pet name. Usually, when he was calling you out of your name, it was ‘pretty girl’ or ‘baby’, and that was only when he lost himself within you.

Your mouth parted at the words and you smiled tenderly, trying not to smile or think too hard. “You’re welcome. I’m sure you’ve already had cake, but I couldn’t think of anything else.”

Jack thought to the edible brownies that a candle in it- which was from Urban and probably one of the most thoughtful gifts he’d received. But it wasn’t pure. It wasn’t just a cute gesture or something that was just sweet. It was nothing like that, it was nothing like you.

“Nicest gift I’ve gotten all night, sweetheart.” he mumbled against your neck, sucking a nice bruise that made you moan and cling to his bare shoulders. “Well, a close second.”

By the time Jack finished with you, it was no longer his birthday and he found a sketchy plastic knife in his room- which took him several minutes of trying to convince you was fine, to cut the cupcake in half.

Now, you were sitting in his bed against the headboard in one of his tee shirts and boxers eating a cupcake. The party was still going strong, and he had yet to receive a text asking him where he’d gone.

“Thank you for this.” He finally said, and you turned to look at him with a soft smile.

“We do this all the time.” You laughed, and before he could argue or clarify, he realized that you were right.

Every time you two stopped studying to fuck or make out, you would always either leave to go some diner or find a random snack and eat it together. He wondered if it just became an old routine or meaningful ritual.

“I mean for spending my birthday with me.”

“You’re welcome.” You said as if you had given him nothing of importance. “A trip around the sun is no easy trip.”

And with your words, Jack made another circle. He hardly had to make room for it. In the middle stood you and him, right next to each other, unnoticed by the rowdy crowd.

#jack harlow #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow blurb #jack harlow fluff #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow fanfic #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow au #jack harlow angst #jack harlow smut #college!jack #eeek!!!

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chesters-ocs · 3 months ago

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i may be obsessed already. this shit was made with i me and myself as the intended target audience babyyyy (and btw theres translations at the end of the story. so it can still be semi readable w/o google translate and i figured that was the best way to go about leaving in the translations)

anyways. pspsps @the-whispers-of-death uh. yeah. enjoy this cursed trio

wc: 1.3k

Sylvester and the man trapped within Adam's body, Stone, had been sitting in the office for hours now. They were silent for the most part, as the short man focused on working.

A handful of projectors required reconfiguration, as well as laptops in desperate need of updates or cleaned out ventilation systems to improve performance. It wasn't complicated, but it just took time and patience.

When lunchtime rolled around, he was, thankfully, over halfway done, but his workstation looked like a nightmare.

Setting down one of the screwdrivers, he stretched in the chair, needing relief from being hunched over for the past few hours. The bones popping drew the attention of the other man in the room, who had been almost sulking this entire time.

"You need a better chair. And posture"

"Can't always get what we need," he replied simply, no matter how bad it sounded.

"Hmph."

Wiping the dust off the table and putting away any loose screws decorating the surface, Sylvester spun around in the chair to finally face Stone again.

"I'm taking a lunch break. You with?"

Uncertainty was clear in his face. Yes, he could feel himself be increasingly hungry, but what if-

His stomach chose to answer for him.

"I'll take that as a yes," he hummed, standing up, pulling on his coat.

"Wait, hold on-! Where are you going?" Stone demanded, also rising to his feet.

"We are getting lunch."

"Where?"

"A little cafe nearby-"

"Fuck no!"

Stone's refusal is met with a deadpan stare. "Then what do you suggest?"

"I'd rather cook it myself."

"Be my guest. If you want to walk back to the apartment, I'm not stopping you."

The dismissal threw the man off momentarily, before swallowing his fears. He reasoned with himself that it was better to stick with the one face he knew around here, as much as he hated it.

"Oh for fuck's sake, fine, I'll go with you," he grumbled, pulling on the leather jacket.

Mentally, he cursed out this Adam character for never getting a proper coat for this time of year. At least based on what he was told. To him, between the scars and the lack of weather-appropriate clothing, it was a miracle the man was alive in the first place. That's the first thing he'll do if, no, when, they meet.

Lunchtime went by quickly, with Sylvester eating a warm meal, and then shoving a handful of assorted protein and granola bars in Stone's hands. If he ate them though, is a different question entirely.

As they entered the office, Sylvester's phone rang in his coat pocket.

Hm. Unknown number. And the area code was certainly one he didn't recognize. Figuring it's a scam, he dismissed the call and went back to work.

Only for it to call again. And again. And again- oh for fuck's sake! Getting fed up with the unrelenting calls, he picked up.

"He-"

"Silvestr! Bļeģ, kur to biji?!"

Sylvester is stunned, eyes flickering to Stone, seeing how he cringed slightly at the voice. At hearing his own voice. An unspoken question is asked, answered only by a small nod of Stone's head.

Gulping, he asks: "... Ādam?"

The sigh of relief is audible, and affirmation is soon given. "Jā, jā. Tas es. Klausies, tev viss kārtībā?"

"Mhm. Mēs vēl dzīvi," he joked lightly.

The gears turned in Adam's head at the wording. And then it clicked, if the indignant gasp was of any indication.

"Pag, tu esi ar-"

"Mhm."

"Viņš tev kaut ko ir izdarījis? Es zvēru ja-" the panic is clear. He was unhappy about some stranger waltzing around with his partner.

"Ak dievs, nomierinies taču," Sylvester huffed, "Viss labi ir. Viņš tepat ir."

"Un no kurienes? Kā to čali vispār sauc?!"

Looking back at Stone, Sylvester asked, switching tongues on a dime between the two: "You're from the US, yeah?"

"Yes," came a one word answer, loud enough for the phone to pick up, as Adam complained again.

"Tu nopietni?! Man ar viņu angliski jārunā būs?!"

"... Mhm."

"Nu kas vēl nebūs!?"

Turning back to Stone, he commented a little, to at least let the man know what's going on: "Adam's being a crybaby right now."

"I am not!" said crybaby yelled, loud enough for the entire room to hear.

"Fuck, I don't like listening to my own voice," Stone murmured.

"Well I don't either, so shut it!" came from the other end of the line.

"Adam," Sylvester spoke tiredly into the phone, slumping over in the chair

"... Sorry. You didn't answer though. What's his name?"

"Stone. My name is Stone."

"No the fuck it isn't-"

Adam would've gone on a rant, if it weren't for the heavy sigh that left Sylvester.

At least he got the hint right away and calmed himself. After a tense silence, Adam spoke.

"... So. Fuck do we do? Lover boy over there is a continent apart," the groan of annoyance reverberating was loud and clear, "And I could barely get the damn phone to work! Figured you'd be more responsible than carrying around a dead phone."

"I am... Not a fan of technology, you could say."

"Clearly not a fan of comfort either. How the hell do you live like this?"

"Oh?" Sylvester asks, interested.

"All that's in the room is a duffel, like 5 identical shirts and a stack of notebooks," Sylvester doesn't comment about the way the man next to him straightened up, just listening as his boyfriend kept ranting "And... what the fuck is that, hold on," there's rustling of fabric and then silence.

The quiet stretches out, as Adam busies himself with whatever the hell he found.

"Sil."

"Klausos."

"Viņš ir armijnieks."

"Mhm, man jau to teica."

"Es viņu nožņaugšu," the distaste is clear in the statement.

"Lai veicas," Sylvester muttered, exasperated with the antics already, and takes mercy on the man next to him, just plainly explaining.

"I think Adam found your uniform. He's not taking it well."

"Oh don't put words in my mouth!"

"You said you'll strangle him!" One look at Stone's face was enough for him to add onto the statement: "Oh, don't mind him though. I won't let him."

The line falls silent again, save for the rustling, and Sylvester takes this time to talk to Stone softly: "Relax... He's just a little stressed now. You both are. He gets a little... shouty... at times, but it doesn't mean much."

"It is unfortunate that he'll be the one I'm stuck with, not you."

"Pardon?"

"Oh, never mind."

On the other side of the world, Adam was now continuing his rummaging of the room he'd locked himself into. The microphone picked up the continued rustling.

"Hm. Oh? Think I got loverboy's documents. Or at least ones for someone named V-" "Don't look at that! And I am not your 'loverboy', damnit!"

"Not yet you're not. Gotta say, didn't know I had a thing for tall guys."

A laugh escaped Sylvester as Stone clamped shut and his head snapped to the side, barely disguising his blush. "Is he always like this?" he whisper-yelled at Sylvester, who, much to his dismay, nodded.

"Anyways, back on topic. Dude, or whatever the hell you said your name is, I ain't goin' to the US just for your sake," Butcher decided.

"Well I'm not staying in, where did you say we are, London? For yours!"

"Well guess I'll go back to pretending my soulmate doesn't exist then."

"..." That struck a nerve, it seems. Badly. After a moment, Stone spoke, voice wavering: "I'll... figure something out."

"Yeah yeah. You better not delete Syl's number, dumbass."

"Adam, will you shut up for five seconds already?" Sylvester groaned, "You two can keep talking, I, on the other hand, am on the clock."

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AN: okay i'll be nice. heres the translated versions of everything, because im pretty sure google translate *will* fuck up

"Silvestr! Bļeģ, kur to biji?!" "Sylvester! For fuck's sake, where were you?!"

"Jā, jā. Tas es. Klausies, tev viss kārtībā?" "Yeah, yeah. It's me. Listen, are you okay?"

"Mhm. Mēs vēl dzīvi," "Mhm. We're still alive,"

"Pag, tu esi ar-" "Hold on, you're with-"

"Viņš tev kaut ko ir izdarījis? Es zvēru ja-" "Has he done anything to you? I swear if-"

"Ak dievs, nomierinies taču," "Dear god, calm down already,"

"Viss labi ir. Viņš tepat ir." "Everything's fine. He's with me."

"Un no kurienes? Kā to čali vispār sauc?!" "From where [is he]? What's the guy's name, even?!"

"Tu nopietni?! Man ar viņu angliski jārunā būs?!" "Are you serious?! I'll have to talk in English with him?!"

"Nu kas vēl nebūs!?" "What else will happen/could go wrong?!" <- this is an expression of annoyance, no direct translation or comparison in english i dont think

"Sil." "Syl." <- as in Sylvester's nickname

"Klausos." "I'm listening."

"Viņš ir armijnieks." "He's military."

"Mhm, man jau to teica." "Mhm, so I've been told."

"Es viņu nožņaugšu," "I'll strangle him,"

"Lai veicas," "Good luck,"

#chess writes #oc butcher tag #oc sylvester tag

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justagirlwhowritess · 2 years ago

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Pairing: Shouta Aizawa x Fem! Reader

Genre: Fluffy Fluff

Warnings: mentions of an absent father

Inspired by My Boy by Elive Shane

I had met Shouta a few years back when I opted to step back from pro-hero work to teach at UA once I had my son, Theodore, Theo for short. His dad is not the greatest person,he held him once and I haven’t heard from him since, I don’t care but it sucks for my baby. Theo isn’t too bothered by it. Shouta and I had started dating almost three years ago, he met my son after about 8 months. They get along great and Shouta is so good with him. I was hesitant to let anyone in my life again after Theo’s father but Shouta and I agreed to take things slow. A few weeks ago Eri came into the picture, she seems to be a little older than my son, maybe 7 years old. He is turning 6 in a few weeks. Shouta immediately took Eri in and it warmed my heart. My phone rang, quickly I answered it only for my babysitter to be sick and canceling, shit, I have to be at work soon. I called principal Nezu. “Yes, ms. y/n, what can i do for you?” his soft pleasant voice rang from the other end. “Sir, is it okay if I bring my son with me today? My babysitter canceled at the last minute and I don’t have any family here, his father-” I started rambling, feeling tears well in my eyes. ‘Y/n. That is fine, Eri will be in the building with Mr. Miro, he can watch them no problem!” Nezu said. I sighed “thank you sir, be there soon.” I hung up and grabbed Theo’s backpack. He starts school in the fall so this won’t be an issue soon. “C'mon sweetie, you’re coming with mama today” I offered him my hand and he took it as I locked up.

He ran into the building. “Theo” I called to him shaking my head and trying to keep up. “Good morning ms. y/n” Shoto Todoroki greeted me as I caught my gremlin child. “Good Morning, Todoroki.” I gave him a brief smile. “Is that your son?” He asked, eyes directed looking at the blonde haired, blue eyed child in my arms. “It is. Theo, say hi sweetie” Theo smiled and waved. “I will see you later, I have an English exam to give to 1-A later. Hope you studied” Todoroki panicked and ran, making me chuckle.

Aizawa’s POV

I caught a glimpse of y/n in the hallway, she was holding Theo, which wouldn’t be unusual except we are at work. I walked over to them with a small smile on my face. Theo made the hands at me signaling he wanted me, I took him from his mom. “Hi daddy” he greeted me with a smile. “Hey kid, what are you doing here?” I asked him, kissing his head. I remember the first time he called me dad, it absolutely took my breath away.

I knocked on the door, ready to take my girl and her son to his t-ball game. “Daddy! You here!” Theodore smiled wide jumping into my arms, I had been busy with patrols the past couple weeks so I haven’t seen them much. My heart fluttered at him calling me dad. Y/n looked terrified. “Theo, sweetie, we talked about this.” she cooed at him. “No i drewed picture!!” He grabbed the crumpled paper from his pocket and gave it to me. I unfolded it, it was me, him, and y/n together. It made me smile, a tear threatening to fall. “It’s fine, y/n. He’s my kid if he wants to be. I’m not going anywhere.” I smiled as she took the picture and hung it on her fridge. “And what if I wanted to keep it? Theo gave it to me.” I teased her, she begrudgingly gave it to me. I tucked it in my pocket.

“Mommy said I had to come, but Eri is here!” He squeaked excitedly. “Yeah, Eri is here. Let me call Miro and find out where he is. “Did your son just call him dad?” Hizashi asked y/n. “He sure did.” I quipped before she could answer. Miro Togta appeared and took the kids who ran happily with him following behind. “Why? He obviously isn’t yours, he looks nothing like you.” He said. “He is my son. He may not be blood, he may not have my name, but that doesn’t change the way I feel about him. I love him as if he was my own kid. I may have missed his first steps, but I'm not missing any more milestones. So watch your tone.” I replied. Y/n was crying, hopefully happy tears. “Guys, we should get to our rooms, classes start soon.” She said quietly.

“Did you guys see ms. y/n’s son!! He’s so cute!! I wanna meet him!” Mina squeaked to Shoto, they didn’t notice me in the room. “I’m not teaching today, ms. y/n is, so you can ask her if you can meet him.” I spoke, causing the little group to jump. “Sorry Mr. Aizawa.” she said and turned around. Y/n came in and I sat on the floor in my sleeping bag.

Once classes were over for the day Theo and Eri came bouncing in the room, the group of girls, Mina, Uraka, and Jiro were waiting around, to what I can only assume was to meet our son. I smiled watching the teenage girls coo at him. He waved shyly, opting to hide behind my leg. “Oh come on kid don’t pretend you’re shy now” I laughed while picking him up.

Your Pov:

“C’mon Theo, we gotta get home.” I told the boy who was still perched in Aizawa’s arms. Theo shook his head. “No. I don’t wanna.” he pouted. “What do you wanna do then?” I asked him. He looked even sadder, it made my heart hurt. “I wanna stay with daddy.” he said, gripping his shoulders. Shouta could tell he was getting upset so he started rubbing his back. “Buddy I have patrol tonight. Daddy isn’t gonna be at his house.” Shouta spoke softly, trying to calm him before he started crying. “B-but” his lip trembled. “I will walk you guys outside and say goodbye okay?” he cooed and took Eri’s hand,I walked next to them, Eri’s other hand in mine while he held Theo. “Can you take Eri tonight?” Shouta asked. “Yeah, you guys wanna have a sleepover?” I asked and both kids started happily talking away to each other. “I’ll drop her bag off before I go on patrol tonight. But there’s something I want to ask you.” He stopped at the car, strapping Theo and Eri into car seats. “What is it?” I asked, placing a hand on his shoulder, he looked nervous. “You should, you both should move in with me.” He said quietly. “Oh. Okay. Yeah, we would love to.”

#mha imagines #mha x reader #boku no hero academia #aizawa x reader #aizawa shouta

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chilisha19-blog · 1 year ago

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Just another dabble from my story. Minors fuck off please. Graphic content ahead!

The doors to the restaurant opened smoothly as they stepped in, Sarisa did a double take though, freezing in place as she tried to reconcile what she was seeing. That couldn't be right. Slowly she took a step closer, eyeing the pair. "Samantha...?" Her boss smiled. "Yes?" The other woman shook her head as though to clear it. "What the hell happened?! It's only been a month! And him!" A finger stabbed up at Jason as he watched down at her with his hands stuffed into his pockets. "Is that actually Jason?!" Sam tipped her head back to inspect him. "I sure hope so cause if not I let a complete stranger bang me out over the bathroom sink an hour ago." For a moment Sarisa could just blink at them. "What happened?!" Sam shrugged. "Ah. Growth spurt." Sarisa shook her head rapidly as Sam headed toward the kitchen where Pierre was busy flipping steaks. The much taller man glanced back for just a second before snapping his full attention to them. He was all but 7 foot tall and weighted almost 350 pounds. "What the fuck?! I know kids grow up fast but damn! What happened? It's only been a month!" She grinned way up at him. "We've decided to start using steroids." Her eyes drift toward Jason, up then down suggestively. "It's done wonders for the upstairs! The down not so much." A small disappointed frown crossed her lips making Jason's cheeks burn. He shoved her, a growl to his voice as he snapped. "I didn't hear your complaining about my down stairs over the sink this morning!" Samantha yelped as he picked her up over his head by the front of her shirt. "Put me down!" "No! You're in air jail until you apologize and tell him that isn't true!" Arms snapped over her chest. "Fine! It's not true! Now put me down!" Sea green eyes just watched up at her unimpressed, prompting. "And?" Red brows knitted. "And what?!" "And~" Jason drew. "Tell him you love my downstairs." A broad smirk turned up his lips as her face flushed such a pretty pink. Something else flicked though her gaze though, offsetting flustered indignation. He had just enough time to realize his mistake. "Shit." Pink toes freed themselves from inside her sandal. The glossy purple paint caught the lights from over head as her foot moved toward his stomach. The backs of her toes ran up his belly, lingering over abs. Jason couldn't suppress a groan as they moved up farther, circling his nipple until he hissed. "Please me out me down, daddy. I'll be a good girl now. I promise, daddy." Teal eyes widened, almost dropping her as her soft tongue came out to lick her lips. His hand did fall out from under her when she pinched his nipple with her toes. Samantha yelped as he caught her under her chest, glaring at the wall all red faced.

Samantha cackled manically at being able to gain such a reaction. "You are absolutely insufferable! I don't think you've ever been good a day in your life! You're the most vexing girl I've ever dated!" His frustration did nothing to calm Samantha's giggles. "I'm the only girl you've ever dated, Todd." "How would you know who I've dated? Maybe my phone is full of other woman and you're like 4th place." Samantha barked a laugh. "Inconceivable. No other women would have you, Todd." His brow twitched as she chewed on his last name like an insult. She had quickly learned that he hated when she used his last name. Mostly because she only called him that when she was irritated with him. "I keep telling you not to call me that. Do it again. See what happens." His warning rang as a challenge in her ears and she lifted her chin to look down her nose at him. The loop sided smirk that played up her lips alluded to her disregard of his threat even before she spoke. "Or what, Todd?~" The way his name dripped from her voice was sweet like honey yet biting like razor blades against his ears. "I don't know how you have the power to make me hate you so much while at the same time making me feel I'm in sky! You are the most mithering woman I've ever met!" Sam lifted her brows. "Do you fell asleep reading a dictionary?" Jason's eyes narrowed before Samantha found herself being dragged into the walk in cooler. The door slammed closed and she yelped as her back impacted the door. The cold bit at her skin making her arch away. In contrast ahead of her Jason was like the sun. All white hot heat. It radiated from his skin like a super nova as he grabbed both wrist in one hand. Pierre pounded on the door though. "You guys are violating health standards!!" "Don't worry! She'll pay for it!" Jason growled, white teeth flashing in the dim flicking light over head. The green of his eyes glowed in the minimal light as he leered down at her. "Sweet Christ..." Samantha breathed sharply. She wondered if this was how a rabbit felt when watching a wolf. When the hell did he stop being such a puppy? Being her puppy? It felt like just yesterday that this man was letting her run over him and get away with what ever she wanted. Clearly he'd had a change of heart since she'd been asleep. That wolf leaned forward, breath hot against her ear as he breathed out. "What's the matter, bunny? Your little wolf cub grow up and decide he wanted to be in control?" Her heart hammered in her chest, vibrating the space between them as Jason chuckled. "Silly girl. I told you not to push me." His nose brushed her cheek on the way to her other ear. "Now I'm going to show you what happens to bad girls..."

Pupils were blown to the size of olive pits as she watched his face appear when he pulled back. She barely heard him over the heavy whoosh of blood in her ears. Fingers slipped below the band of her pants, just 2 as he pulled the fabric lightly back away from her hip. Goosebumps prickled along her skin at the gentle lie. It was a lie because she knew no matter how tender his touch was right now it was only a second away from blowing up. She was proven right a half second later as he ripped the fabric harshly, jarring her hips until the material gave. Samantha yelped as her bare bottom met the freezing metal. He had ruined her panties earlier and she was too lazy to put more on. "Jason!!" Her scream lived at the junction of fury and mortification. Pierre beat on the door again. "Sam! Are you ok?!" Blood stained her cheeks a scathing red as Jason smirked down at her rumpled appearance. His eyes sharpened with mischief as fingers inched down her stomach to just above her hood. It flinched under the pads of his fingers. "Well Princess? Are you going to answer him?" "Sam!?" Mossy eyes to flicked to the side, lips parting to answer. Just as she did though Jason pinched her clit, successfully pulling a squeal from between those pretty lips. "Jason!!" Humiliation hung heavy around her like a shroud. "Samantha if you don't answer me right now I'm kicking this door down!!" A dark brow rose high on Jason's forehead. "I think he's serious, Kitten. You better tell him you're ok." The threat flashed in his eyes as she opened her mouth. Those fingers clamped down on her bud though making her stutter over the words. "I!- I'm f-ine!- Go back-Ah! Go back to work!" She finally managed, lips wobbling and tears leaking as he flicked her bean sharply with his index finger making it sting. "Good girl. See? Why's it so hard to do what I tell you?" His fingers lifted to his lips, licking them clean before descending once more. The hiss of his zipper cut through the quiet and the fat head of his cock was slapped against her dripping lips. His pre clung to her, thick and sticky as he glided forward without preparing her. Samantha flinched when it stung a bit and Jason tsk* in her ear. "What's the matter, princess? I thought you said I was small? So you should be able to take me no problem." Her legs flinched, toes curling against the discomfort. Jason chuckled as he slowly forced his way inside, slowing when the discomfort crossed into pain but never stoping until he bottomed out against her cervix.

Samantha was rendered, for the first time in her life, speechless. Her lips hung open and twitching but the words wouldn't come out. Drool rolled from the corners of her mouth down onto his clothed chest. Jason's eyes widened as he watched down at her. She was all pink trembling lips, flushed messy cheeks, and sloppy eyes. He swore he felt his heart skip several beats as she watched up at him. She looked like a shattered painted glass window. Such a thing of beauty laying in so many piece at his feet. It was almost enough to undo him right then and there. His hips snapped forward into her ripping a scream from her chest. Her ankles snapped around his hips, toes curling against his back as she bucked unsteadily against him. There was little too no rhyme or reason to their movements. Neither had the experience in matching paces as of yet leaving them both out of sync. Not that it mattered. They were so worked up humping air would have been sufficient. Jason lost himself first, hitting the back of her guts as he came hot and thick inside her. A undulating cry left her lungs empty and burning as she chased him down a half second later. Slick gushed over his cock, dripping down the front of his pants. Jason grunted loudly, breath harsh against her ear where he almost bit down. The fingers around her hip squeezed bruises into her skin but she barely noticed through the pleasure. Bodies tensed and strained against each other, sweat clinging to skin despite the frigid temperature. Samantha's chest inflated sharply with air, fingers still fisted so tightly in his hair it hurt. For a long moment they just stood there panting as they recovered. Lips fell down onto her neck, fingers turning gentle as he soothed the marks a different version of him had left. Samantha's mouth felt dry as he pecked a line of kisses up to the corner. Their eyes caught much too close to see clearly. They looked just a bit more green beside her's making her smile weakly. "There's my puppy..." A short laugh left Jason, forehead pressing to her's for a moment longer before letting her down off the wall.

Samantha pouted as she surveyed the ruined fabric that had been her pants. "You're so mean to me..." She bemoaned as she stepped out of them. They weren't doing her any good at this point anyhow. Jason pulled his shirt over his head revealing his sweat damp belly. She had just came but damn if he didn't turn her right back on. The thought was plucked from her head and he grinned like the joker making her glare at him. Self satisfaction nearly dripped from him as he tugged his shirt over her head. It fell around her much slimmer body, hanging near her knees. The collar dipped low to show off her cleavage. It left a fresh flame in Jason's stomach but he yanked the door open before he could get himself too worked up. If he stayed in here she was definitely not going to be walking out on her own. A half crooked simper twitched up her lips. "What gave you the idea I wanted to walk out?" His face flushed as she put her arms up. "Uppies, Jay." He swooped down without a second of hesitation, bringing her back up into his arms. Finally they stepped back out into the warmth of the kitchen. Thigh after their work out it almost felt too hot. Pierre abandoned the grill when he saw Samantha, quickly coming over to take her with a warning look. A half laugh left her lips, fighting the remark on the tip of her tongue. If it were Bruce she would have tucked her face and cried about how mean he was too her. But Pierre didn't know her well enough to not believe her and his size was probably enough to make him do something really stupid. She didn't particularly want to see her friend get beat down because she thought it was funny to get on her boyfriend's nerves. A napkin cleaned away her tears as the larger man glared Jason down. At nearly a foot taller than him Pierre was an intimidating man to stand toe to toe with. Had he been anyone else Samantha was sure her boyfriend wouldn't be answering back his glared challenge. It was certainly unnerving Pierre. He was used to people giving him a clear space because he made such an imposing sight. This kid, if he could even call him that now. He'd gone a 15 year old boy to what looked his early 20's. Just watched him like he was were Samantha's size. In his arms Samantha chuckled, kissing Pierre's cheek lightly. "I'm ok honest. He didn't hurt me. He's just way too damn good at finding the things that turn me on for my own good." A half glare was flicked to Jason as he smirked. Her arms stretched out and he caught her, reclaiming her back where she belonged. The gentle brush of his fingers against the bruises along her side was so sweet it could almost make her forget he put them there. "Are you hungry?" Her head nodded where she rested against his peck. The heaviness of his musk was addicting and he quickly gathered a plate. This man was going to be the death of her. Jason smirked, stabbing a bite of steak and passing it up to her. She took it from the fork, humming appreciatively. "You're the worst, Todd. Making me cry in front of Pierre then acting like an angel..." Amusement played with his lips. "You said best wrong." Fren Green eyes rolled over, pushing at his shoulder but he just offered up another bite.

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