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#yes im playing fear and hunger now#so i had to redo this#tokyo mew mew#tmm#tokyo mew mew new#tmmn#ichigo momomiya#mew ichigo#mint aizawa#mew mint#zakuro fujiwara#mew zakuro#purin fong#mew purin#lettuce midorikawa#mew lettuce#masha#fear and hunger#funger#rpg horror#horror games#magical girls#meme#shitpost
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Pantalone smut 🙏🙏
DIEEE GRRR 👹(this is a request from my friend)
A Night Best Kept Secret...
Pantalone × Assistant reader
Pantalone's been craving you for ages and tonight.. he just cant hold back.
Im not word countin
Prolly not a lot of words
Smut duh
Praise, Blindfolds, Biting, Begging, Breast stuff ig
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It was ever so quiet in the office and ever so hot, i had to take off my modest jacket, unveiling the thin fabric white button up shirt, undoing a button, boss wouldn't notice.. I was doing some paperwork for him, filling out loan approvals, when he walked in with that same soft smile that he always wears apon his long strong jawed face
"..darling now why are you so indecent, you know my workplace attire requirements."
"Oh erm.. it was quite warm sir, I couldng help but discard of my coat, and the button undone on my shirt was merely for air."
His eyes seemed to be fixed on my cleavage, his smile ever so slightly changing to a bit more of a smirk.
"And you expected me not to tempt myself to such a.. exquisite body, one worthy of a goddess, an archon."
"..whatever do you mean s-sir.." I was a bit taken aback by the comment
"Take off your shirt."
"WHAT?!"
"Take off your shirt."
My jaw was left agape, and I shut my thighs tight to hide the heat coming from my dripping womanhood (I fucking hate that word but pussy seems weird and vagina seems too 🤓) he stared as I tried to figure out what to say, my fingers fiddling with the fabric of my shirt.. he's a handome man and I would be lying if I said I hadn't imagined something like this once or twice, I slowly unbuttoned my shirt biting my lip as he watched, his palm stroking the fabric of his pants clearly getting off to it, I discarded of my shirt trying to hide my eagerness, sleeping with someone of his status.. now thats a brag.
"Good girl. Now. lets see whats under this bra.."
"Whatever you say sir.."
I slowly unclipped my bra and let it fall to the floor with a small clang on the desk on its way down, he took his palm away from his groin and cupped a breast, pressing his thumb directly on my nipple and playing with the bud as I struggled to hold in my whimpering, a soft gasp pertruded through when he pinched the bud of my left nipple
"Sir that h-agh~! H-Hurts!"
"Good. Thats what I want.."
"Not so hard..!"
He pulled on the nipple and let go to watch it recoil then leaned in.. and bit down on my breast, I let out a loud cry as he sucked on it and squeezed my other tit licking the bud. My head fell back resting against the chair as he began to tug away my pants and shoes and my socks.. now staring at my pretty blue poka-dot panties.
"If I may intrude.. my fair maiden." He gave me a sly smirk.
"Please..!"
"Please?"
"Please oh please fuck me sir-"
"Pantalone."
"Please.. pantalone.. fuck me I'm begging you.."
The flare in his eyes grew, excitement and hunger raging in them, I fear for what hes gonna do next, and then he grabs out a tie from his drawer, and to my confusion wrapping it around my head covering my eyes
"Pantalone..?"
"Shh.. shush darling."
"Wha..AHHH~!"
There was a wet slimy feeling against my folds licking at my clit, circling it as my legs twitched and kicked, soon being held down as I screamed and moaned, he was eating me out and took me by surprise in doing so.
"F-FUCK~! YES! JUST LIKE THAT! OH~!"
"Mghfm...mmm..ugh..."
I looked downwards trying to figure out what was causing those noises as he sucked and licked my poor soiled pussy, using my leg I felt his arm bobbing.. he was jacking off to this, to getting me to make such erotic and mind numbing noises as he fucked me silly with that tongue of his and I was taking ever single bit of it, I leaned my head back again slipping into the bliss, his tongue entered me pumping in and put quickly, licking the walls of my needy pussy and occasionally pausing to lick at my clit.
"PANTALONE! PANTALONE~! IM G-GONNA- NGH- IM GONNA CUM PLEASE~!"
"Mghoohh~... yes darling.. be a good girl.. I want you to cum for me.."
He slurped and sucked my pussy until I couldnt take it and my climax hit rushing over me, my legs shook and I trembled bucking my hips and hollering, soon the orgasm washed over me and I came out of my high, I felt the tie being undone as I panted tears falling in pleasure, he was smiling the same as when he walked in but still dressed.. his glove covered in his own semen since he'd been so quick with himself.
"Now darling.. I think this is a night thats best kept secret." He grabbed my chin tilting it up to look at him
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do the Bandaged Scoundrel and your seeking alt know each other
actually yes and im THOROUGHLY DELIGHTED YOU ASKED
so, quick context for those not in the know, my seeking alt is caeru. he's a pre-existing OC of mine that i inserted into the role of a nemesis ambition playthrough against his metaphorical will. this is because i really wanted to play SMEN at some point or another, and caeru is exactly the type of guy to go on a self-destructing doomed spiral of madness in pursuit of forbidden knowledge. also he's just built to go through horrors in general. the best way i can possibly describe it is that if everyone else in his original setting lives in a resident evil/silent hill kind of horror game, caeru specifically exists in a fear and hunger or pathologic kind of horror game. no respite no peace no rewards only madness death and hunger forever and ever <3
so! the scoundrel and caeru exist in the same world. and they hate each other. they do not get along. they have so much beef. primarily because caeru would be intensely liberationist and very much on the side of murdering all stars forever, while the scoundrel is... shall we say, neutral on average and leaning towards white at worst. but also im gonna be so fr it's actually mostly because the scoundrel is just a huge bastard that's absolutely full of themselves and thinks they're above everyone else and caeru hates that exact character archetype with every fiber of his being. chronically incompatible pair of dudes. they're acquaintances but they probably send each other pipebombs in the mail.
but also. i think they do semi-rely on each other just a bit. caeru's very much analysis and correspondence focused where the scoundrel picks a red science experiment and fucks around purely to find out. the scoundrel is charismatic and wealthy where caeru struggles to hold a five second conversation without shriveling up like a raisin. they probably owe a lot of favors to each other is what im saying. weird hate friendship dynamic where neither of them like the other guy but still need them around so they only passive aggressively taunt each other instead of active sending to the boatman. the scoundrel may call on caeru to work at their lab every now and again, and caeru may come willingly, but they will never not grumble about being in the same room together.
it's a strange sort of kismesis, if you dare.
#note that i call him caeru here bc that's his name but 1) the character technically has a dozen equally fitting and valid names#and 2) if he had a proper london-style moniker it'd be The Doomed Scientist#ask#fallen london#ik ive mentioned him in passing before but this is the first time ive actually sat down and elaborated lol#in a way the scoundrel is made in a lab to be caeru's ultimate nemesis. they dont even go to utmv they're exclusively a fl oc#they're just that annoying#also caeru's account isnt actually very far in in the slightest since he's just an alt and ive got like. the entire scoundrel#their relationship is mostly a lore/hc thing for me atm#it's kinda funny how caeru keeps collecting hateships including ones across realities. how does this keep happening#i havent decided yet but i think it'd be fun if this dynamic kept going even post-ambition for both of them#mr cards and its horrible little seeker#scoundrelventures
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actually fuck tumblr fr cant believe they deleted my ask smh.
fear not im back :)
fic rec for u! it was only a kiss! by remuslives23 (wolfstar, they drink some firewhiskey and accidentally kiss. v cute)
miss taylor: the last great american dynasty, state of grace, & wonderland <3
i'll reanswer ur qs from last time:
ive got no allergies! that i know of at least. im safe for now. i truly fear the day i find out im suddenly allergic to a food i love (can that even happen?? i hope not)
i totally believe in fate, i think everything kinda happens for a reason and everyone meets people for a reason. if its meant to be itll be, and if its not meant to be then its just not meant to be. some things (most things) are out of our control so whats the point in trying to control what happens to us and who we meet. i say we go with the flow (i say this as the most anxious person on the planet who cant handle change or unfamiliarity)
i accidentally messed up a good friendship a few years ago, basically i wasnt there for someone when they needed me (to be fair we were both going thru it so i didnt even realize) but theyre happier now and so am i so all is well.
i wake up bright and early (its almost noon) i gracefully get out of bed (i drag myself out of bed) i make myself a hearty nutritious meal (i make coffee and some toast if its a good day) i get ready for class (i change into sweatpants and brush my teeth) i head to campus (my class is online. i stay in bed for the rest of the day)
fav superhero forever spiderman & daredevil. and thor cause hes a dumbass and funny but PETER PARKER & MATT MURDOCK MY LOVES!!!
id switch lives with someone crazy wealthy like elon musk or jeff bezos so i can drain their bank accounts and donate to people in need and solve world hunger <3 or maybe timothee chalamet cause id love to know what goes on in his mind hes so funny sometimes.
i wish i had written just lovers by zar bc that fic will forever be my favourite thing ever. its just so damn good and to be the author of it would be truly an honour.
i wish i had written maybe the iliad & odyssey cause 1. theyre freaking epic & 2. homer mightve not been a real person so if i was homer i would be an mysterious enigma.
ive never been in love actually, despite being a hopeless romantic. ive liked people but it never got further than that so ig im just waiting for the right person to come along !
im so loud as a drunk. i WILL sing along to anything playing and i WILL dance horribly. im also giggly cause everything becomes hilarious to me. i do sometimes get confrontational too but thats only if i drink white rum, for some reason.
our worst fight can hardly be considered a fight cause its so dumb but she had called me to ask if id be there for her bday party, i said i might not be able to cause i had 4 papers due the weekend of her party and then she got really upset cause she wanted me there and then i got upset cause i wanted to be there really bad but i was overwhelmed with school and exams and we kinda just sobbed at each other for like 10 mins before we hung up. she called me back a few mins later and we both apologized for being stupid and then i told her id get my papers done so i could go which solved our problem. luckily i did get my papers done in time and i made it🎉 i think i wrote almost 10,000 words in the span of 2 days it was torture truly.
prob last time i saw liv which was in january :( damn her for going to a diff city for uni fr. but we walked in circles around this lake for a few hours and chatted shit about the bitchy people we went to high school with & it was lovely.
jegulily i think yes! james has two hands. i havent read any of them yet but if i find a good fic i plan on it. plus i think their dynamic has good potential & i love each of the individual characters so very much so.
10 things i hate about you!!!!!! other favs include: mamma mia, enchanted, 13 going on 30, and princess diaries. tbh i dont watch a lot of romcoms so idek if these technically count as romcoms but whatever i love them so.
IT!!!!!!!!!!!! i was fucking obsessed with that movie in 2017 i made it my entire personality.
qs for u!
piercings vs tattoos?
fav superhero?
fav fic of all time?
what would your animagus form be?
what's your literary archetype? (fun lil quiz, i got ruler )
what are you like while drunk?
is it better to speak or to die?
preferred method of annotating books? (ie. do u add random commentary or do u add insightful analysis)
when listening to music, are u more of a lyrics person or a sound person?
thats all for now! praying tumblr doesnt fuck this one up too🙏
-bee :)
beeeeeeee :))))))
girl u gonna have to forgive me for this but I woke up and Tumblr was like 'u didn't save this draft would u like to restore it' and I was like 'YES MOTHERFUCKER' and it was ur other ask but I will answer these Taylor songs here !!!! and I got a free extra fic rec , so I'll give u 2 in the other ask .
(feeling sorry for ur poor old fingers u soldier)
tay tay -
the last great American dynasty - MARY MACDONALD - that song speaks of love and loss to me and damn it if it isn't Mary macdonald at the end of her life all alone and everything. I mean can u not just see her 'pacing the rocks staring out at the midnight sea'?
state of grace - JEGULUS - that entire song is basically regulus thinking about their love and how it was so unexpected 'I never saw you coming and I'll never be the same' (also James tearing reg's armour down ????)
wonderland - JILY / DRARRY - now hear me out , I think that the chorus bit where it's all 'didn't they tell us' and everything is a split convo between lily and James where she's all sad and depressed and mad and James is just there for her trying to convince her that it'll all be okay and they're fine. now , dreary , because I think 'didn't you flash your green eyes at me / didn't you calm my fears with a Cheshire Cat smile' is such a Draco thing to say about harry. like he would be so so worried and harry would just have this complete confidence that everything would be a-ok.
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strawberries and cigarettes (m)
Jungkook x reader
“For a biology project, you and your class are going on a field trip to collect evidence for your hypothesis. It is all going well until the dark haired nuisance called Jeon Jungkook decides to piss you off.”
Also - a nerd. The resident bad boy. The police. Annoying friends. A loose psycho killer. What could go wrong?
This is my first time ever uploading any fics !! im super nervous haha - i'll probably post a little of each one and see how it goes !!
Jungkook x reader.
This is your classic enemies to lovers but with a slight little twist!
This is set in the 80s/90s and is your typical bad boy/nerd girl trope- but , there is a killer on the loose. I mean this is kind of based on jack the ripper (serial killer) and my teenage fantasies of falling for bad boy jungkook. I hope you’ll give it a go and tell me what you think !!! <3
Tw : cursing, killings, descriptions of death and psychopaths, masturbation , making out, smut.
WC : 11K
also a big massive thank you to @ggukkiereads for helping me gain the confidence to write and dedicate time to finishing this ! ik its been a while since we spoke but much love to u angel <3 may u always have the best !
Begrudgingly the students lag off the bus at 10pm, finally having reached their destination.
Tired and sore from their journey the teachers find no trouble in distributing bedrooms for everyone.
When your name is called out along with Tiffany you internally groan - great you think one of the most plastic girls in the school all to myself.
You grimace but make no argument as you could have gotten worse you suppose.
As you grab your belongings and ignore her protests that she doesn't want to room with a loser like you, a dark clad figure pushes past you, almost tripping you over.
Angrily you shout
"Watch where you're going you prick"!
Yet he doesn't so much look in your direction.
Under the dim moonlight you can faintly make out the low blunt of a cigarette in a tattoo clad hand - so it was the infamous Jungkook.
Honestly you didn't understand why all the girls fawned over him when he was just a rude and ignorant asshole. Sure, he had a pretty face but no good soul to match.
Calming yourself, as it was unlikely that you'd ever receive an apology from the school rebel you just head to your new room.
The school had organised a biology trip so that you could gather authentic evidence on the correlation of birds and wood growth in a certain designated area and honestly you were excited- not having enough expenses to get out of town when you were younger meant that this was a treat for you and paired with you being a biology major your inner geek was surfacing pretty quickly.
You move into your room and begin unpacking your things ignoring the chatter coming from your new roommates.
You set everything nicely, precisely -just to your liking. Maybe some would call you fussy, but you like to think of yourself as organised and classy.
You don’t have many thoughts that night as you lay down for bed, but you do hear the news playing in the background.
" a killing has not been sighted for a time breaking the pattern of the 1-week intervals in which they have been happening, but police still advise to remain on high alert at all times. "
You shudder as you think about it, a killer on the loose in the country and everyone powerless to stop him.
He fed of the insecurities of people, the fear of not being safe. He did a damn well good job at it as well.
You look outside and see the police on night duty setting up, the country while terrified also was reluctant to admit the threat and instead of protecting you properly they had merely sent police force units as glorified bodyguards to ' keep you safe '.
You sigh, as you climb under your covers those problems seem like a long way away from you as you drift off with an empty mind.
It was morning, the sun was shining brightly through the windows giving an orange glow to the room.
You were up before your roommates, had brushed your teeth and were already preparing for your project.
You had to do well, you were depending on a scholarship for university, your family could simply not afford it otherwise.
When your first signs of morning hunger begin to strike you venture outside your room in order to satiate yourself. You find that it’s still quiet only a few students up like yourself, you find a coffee machine and immediately begin to make one for yourself.
“While you're at it could you make one for me too".
a deep voice drawls out.
You almost jump out of your skin at the sound his voice breaking the silence you had been enjoying. Jeon Jungkook.
You scowl at him, choosing to ignore him carrying on making your own cup.
He whistles under his breath.
“wow, edgy or a bitch? I can’t decide".
He taunts you.
You roll your eyes at him and sigh in annoyance, his eyebrows raise at this.
“you’re clearly not a morning person".
He speaks.
You mutter under your breath.
" or maybe I’m just not a YOU person, not everyone lives to be nice to you. "
He lifts his hands up in a mock surrender.
“Okay, okay I get it it's a bad time for you jeez.... I suppose I'll have to make my own coffee".
He moves closer to you, totally invading your personal space, clearly, he had never heard of a personal bubble! You scowl and try to move away but he’s faster and is hovering over you before you know it. He looks down at you with those pretty dark eyes.
They’re so gorgeous.
Not that it matters to you because he is still an asshole, and he still ruined your morning.
“get out of my face Jeon Jungkook".
You say between clenched teeth.
You’re not some sort of pushover.
Yes, you're clever, as society classes a nerd but you're not one to let people walk all over you.
If he’s shocked, he doesn’t let on, just hums and lets you walk away, which you do, a little aggressively. You got back to your room and let out a sound of annoyance, the girls are still sleeping.
You sigh.
This was going to be a long trip.
After an uneventful morning, the wait was over and finally the teachers had called you to gather in the common area. Much to your dismay however there would be no actual data collecting until the police had secured the area, which meant that your whole day was pretty much wasted. The other students were chatting and gossiping and being idiots as per usual.
It’s not that you thought you were better than them, it's just that they were so mundane, so lifeless. They were just living on with no sense of direction. You suppose that's what you get for attending a school for rich kids though.
You could never fit in.
So, you never tried. People took pity on you every now and then offered you a smile. You smiled back but that was it. Your thoughts are running and to clear your head you decide to go outside for a little breather.
There isn’t much, just a few abandoned train tracks that seemingly lead into nowhere, a few broken fences and lots of grass. Not much time after this you head to bed.
Finally, the day had arrived, you could collect your samples.
You are so glad that it’s an individual project because you honestly cannot even imagine working with one of those air heads.
You shudder at the memory of having to work with Taehyung last semester for a chemistry practical.
You had to basically pull all the weight for your grade.
So, you get on working your way through your work and proving or disproving your hypothesis.
You’re pleased at the work that you completed. Not entirely satisfied but satisfied enough, for now.
You let out a stiff yawn, you need to stretch and need a little fresh air since you had spent the last few hours writing up your data and making graphs to compliment them.
You forgo your jacket since the weather isn’t so bad.
It’s nice.
When you go outside there are quite a few students already there, goofing around. There is also a pretty scenery, that in all honesty you had not appreciated until right now.
“Wow" you mutter under your breath.
Maybe I should try living outside my own head sometimes.
You spot some students surrounding a police officer and the curiosity gets the better of you and your soon wandering around the outskirts of their conversation.
Alas, it was merely a fruitless conversation. The police officer telling the other about his escapades and how they will be good in hands.
You lose yourself to your own thoughts again and look at the scenery. Until a little scuffle, breaks you out of your thoughts.
“What was that? There was a movement down there!! “
A boy called Josh calls out.
The police officer had also noticed it, then a sound of a gunshot sounds through the air.
The police officers curse and begin to get ready to scout the area. They want you all to go away, be safe inside but you’re all young adults- you want to see what’s going on.
Everyone gathers, watching the officers.
You scan the area; you spot the balcony that looks over the area just in front of the cabins.
Perfect you think that’s the perfect spot to see what’s going on.
So, you begin to climb up the steps to that room, when you get there, you can see everything.
You see a dead dog, a dead bird and the gun which had killed them laid out to where the officers were heading.
Fear grips your heart; your heartbeat is erratic. You think you see the shape of figure retreating into the distance but before you can look again, you feel the ground give way under you.
You let out a shriek, feeling yourself falling.
Is this truly how my life end you wonder I didn’t even get to complete my PhD?
Yet, instead of the hard fall that your body had been anticipating; your landing is softer and lets out a low grunt.
You're sure you're dead and have entered heaven.
Slowly you register a warm feeling under your legs and a secure one at your waist.
oh, this feels nice.
you think, eyes still closed until you hear some chaos in the distance.
what's happening?
Why is heaven so noisy? Are they partying because I’ve arrived? Was I actually an angel all this time am I coming home?
Ah you think this must be the angels- I knew all those days spent doing charity would help me.
You open your eyes and you’re met with bambi eyes staring back at you.
Slowly you begin to piece the rest of your angel together.
“Jeon Jungkook? “
You try and raise your voice to compliment your surprise, but it comes out in a more whisper.
“But this, Jungkook, you were an angel all this time? “you say.
His eyebrows knot together in confusion.
“What are you talking about strawberry?”
You gasp.
"Do we all get code names in heaven? You’re a pretty angel Jungkook. “
Then your eyes zero in on the scar on his cheek.
“Aren’t Angel’s supposed to be blemish free? Is that? Are you fallen? Wait.... for me? Are you my angel Jungkook? “
His eyes, which had previously shown confusion are now coloured with amusement.
“You talk a lot don’t you my little strawberry”.
You vaguely hear the sounds behind you before you begin to feel drowsy and fall limp the arms of your unexpected angel.
Jungkook was, of course no angel, your delirious ass was just doing and saying delirious things. You were going to be mortified when you woke up.
When you come to your room in a dark room, tucked into a warm bed. Your headaches aches as if someone is using a sledgehammer to hit it every second.
‘Agh’ you let out a pained groan.
What even happened? you wonder in your head.
You move quickly, getting out of bed ignoring your protesting limbs. You almost reach the doors until a pair of arms trap you.
‘woah woah where do you think you're going?’
You let out a scream, completely startled. A hand comes to cover your mouth.
‘man, you really do have a set of lungs, don’t you? ‘
You stop struggling in his embrace to match his voice to a face. Its familiar.
‘Jeon Jungkook?’ you let a little unsure and panic still evident in your voice.
‘your one and only’
You frown.
‘mine?’
He smirks at you,
‘that's right yours strawberry’.
You shake your head.
‘are you smoking something? Are you high right now?’
He pouts a little then, it changes his look completely. He looks a little cute.
‘you don't remember? ‘ he cocks his head to the side and points to himself. ‘I'm your angel’.
You scoff.
‘Please in what world are YOU an angel? You're far from it’.
Then it all comes back to you.
Jungkook watches as the realisation begins to show on your face.
‘Oh my god I had a concussion, you cannot be serious right now ‘
He chuckles.
'The words still came out of your mouth' Jungkook counters, he leans closer to you, his face way to close for your liking.
You feel your face grow warm from his proximity, but you don't give him the satisfaction of knowing that.
You scoff and push him away.
‘You're insane’.
He accepts the distance you've placed between the two of you and he chooses to smirk at you from where he is standing.
‘And you're crazy for me’.
You let out an incredulous laugh, not believing him.
‘Oh, my lord, please shut up for the sake of my sanity’.
He chuckles at your flustered state and you scramble your brain to find a change of subject.
‘okay whatever now just excuse me because I need to go back to my room’.
You move to begin walking to the door, but his voice halts your movements.
‘This is your room now’.
You whip around to face him.
‘What?! Ha as if Jeon, why would they room us together- were supposed to separate for the opposite genders- which I totally get when you're involved’ you say disbelief painting your voice. You whisper the last part though.
He puts his hands into his pockets and shrugs.
‘Protection?’
You set him a hard stare.
‘Save your lame ass men superiority talks for someone else i am having a severe case of I'm not interested’.
Why the hell would you need Jungkook for protection, it reeks of patriarchy and you hate it.
He shrugs.
‘Listen princess I don't know why either really to be honest but I'm not complaining-’
You don't bother entertaining him for much longer.
This can't be true. You cannot be paired into a room with him. He cannot be your new roommate - heck now tiffany doesn't seem so bad. Flirting asshole, you mutter under your breath as you begin searching for your teacher.
You only learn a bitter truth, due to the collapsing of the room you had to be relocated into another room and the only person without a roommate was Jungkook. They ‘trusted’ you enough that you would be able to handle it and not to do anything you were not supposed to.
‘We trust you, y/n’ was what she had told you.
You spend your time cursing out both her and Jungkook as you gather your belongings to move into your new room.
You're so caught up in your own thoughts that you don't notice a foot that comes out to trip you.
You look up and see the faces of three stupid bitches.
Tiffany Jessica and Irene.
They seemed to consider themselves above everybody else, though you've no idea why. Aside from flawless looks they seemed to live pretty empty life in your eyes. They were living definitions of empty shells walking around.
You get up quietly from the ground, you'll gain nothing from engaging with them, maybe you'd lose a few brainless. You just want to go back and rest - your head is killing you.
But to your disappointment they begin to talk.
‘Well, well well, if it isn't the school's new slut moving into MY boyfriend's room’.
You have to let a little laugh at this. This one is seriously deluded. Jungkook didn't do relationships you knew that. Everybody knew that. They had hooked up about 3 months ago and even though he does his best to ignore her she still insists that he is her boyfriend. It's just pathetic and a bit sad you suppose. Her obvious attraction to him which he just does not reciprocate.
She becomes enraged at your actions.
‘listen here you little bitch you better not even think of starting anything with my man-’ she spits out at you.
You snap back then, unable to hold your tongue.
‘I am not a slut, and I will not go after your man- which fyi he is not. He is a human and he doesn’t belong to you he never has’
She grows red at your words.
‘you little piece of shit-’
She raises her hand but just then a voice interrupts her and she halts her actions.
‘well if it isn't my new roomie, l’ll take that from you strawberry’ Jungkook says, too cheery for your liking, your still contemplating hitting Jessica.
Jessica begins speaking up, but he ignores her turning to you.
Your mouth almost drops open at his dismissal of Jessica but then again, she is annoying, and he cannot be immune to that.
‘Jungkoooook’ she whines when he doesn’t respond to her the first time.
He still doesn’t entertain her.
He moves to take your things from you, but she speaks again, latching onto his arm.
‘just leave her -cshe's just an annoying stuck-up bitch’.
He responds to this under his breath laughing.
‘reminds me of someone ’
She doesn't understand his comment.
‘huh?’ she says almost comically.
‘who baby?’ she pouts at him ‘my poor baby having to deal with such people, just leave with me and we can-’
‘no’ he sets her with a hard stare.
It's like she has forgotten that you're there, so you decide to use this to your advantage, letting Jungkook deal with them. You move to get your suitcase, but a hand stops yours. Its Jungkook.
‘I don’t think so strawberry - I'll be getting those for you’.
You turn to look at him scowl adorning your features.
‘I don’t need your help Jeon’.
He smirks at you.
‘no no - I insist’.
He dismisses Jessica with a wave of his hand and begins to walk away your suitcase in his hand, which prompts you to follow along.
‘What. Was. That. Jungkook?!’ you say when the door closes, you’re fuming because he had made it seem as though you were dating or doing things together which meant that they would keep bothering you, which is just something that you don’t want.
He turns around to face you.
‘oh, don’t get your panties in such a twist, I just needed to get the fuck away from her’.
He sounds angry and this is the Jungkook that you are more accustomed to. Not the flirty one you have been seeing. Hopefully he had given up on whatever he was trying to achieve with that. He was a rude asshole who was just to used to seeing things come out in his favour.
‘excuse me, you just fuelled her whack ass thoughts and next time don’t use me as your escape route’ you say matching his hostile tone.
‘oh, don’t be such a priss, it saved you as much as it saved me’.
An exasperated noise escapes your throat.
‘well maybe you should have kept it in your pants lover boy’.
He sets you with a hard stare.
‘oh, shut up - you don’t know me’ he grits out.
You cock your head to the side much like he had done to you earlier in the day.
‘hmmm I think I know you pretty well Jungkook, you're not as unreadable as you like to think, Jeon Jungkook the infamous bad boy who uses girls to fuel his ego and is used by girls to fuel their own ego and status quo among their own stupid--’
You do not get to finish you sentence however because you're harshly being pinned to the door. His grip on you is hard and it stings but you meet his gaze.
‘shut the fuck up y/n’ the tone of his voice is almost carnal, animal like.
You seriously had hit a nerve.
‘I go beyond your perceptions of me- you little miss goody two shoes’.
You spit back in his face.
‘I've yet to see you act more like a crazed rabbit Jungkook and to be honest I don’t plan on finding out the depths of your character either. I don’t fucking care about you’.
You push him aside and move to unpack your suitcase.
He mutters something under his breath that you can't hear, and he walks out slamming the door behind him.
‘well, that was fun’ you say and begin to take out your notes and books that you will need through the day.
When you wake up the next you feel like you’ve been hit by a ton of bricks. The painkillers had given you the illusion that you were okay. You look a mess, you're tired, you cannot believe that this happened. You had been looking forward to this for so long, they had told you that another student would be collecting your data. Your new roommate. Jeon Jungkook. He was going to be collecting your data.
This is preposterous! He would probably sabotage you on purpose! This cannot happen, but they wouldn’t budge from their choice. You huff as you look out of the window, where you could be collecting your data along with the other students. Darn you and your curiosity.
They always did say didn’t they- that curiosity killed the cat.
Your walking around the room, pacing- that’s how bored you are. You had reorganised your things 3 times and colour coded all you notes, redrew your graphs, you had done everything that you thought would keep you busy but here you are sitting with nothing to do. You look around the room see Jungkook's things laying on the ground.
You sigh into the empty room again and just lay down waiting for them to come back. You end up falling asleep.
You're stirred from your sleep, quite rudely by a book being thrown at the foot of your bed. You sit up, still groggy and look at Jungkook.
‘what the hell man’
He stares at you blankly.
‘There's your work priss’
You're not bothered by his hostile tone instead open the book and seeing what he had done, or you suppose looking at it what he had not done. The more you look at the work the more the frown on your face deepens.
‘what the hell is this Jungkook?’
He looks up at you annoyed.
‘the work? Thought you were meant to be a genius?’
You scowl at him.
‘this Jungkook? Is unacceptable a nursery kid could do way better than this !’
He rolls his eyes at you.
‘and? That’s what you're going to get priss so deal with it’.
You make an exasperated sigh.
‘you've used the wrong measurement and everything Jungkook’.
‘look - I don’t care. I didn’t want to do this for you anyway’.
‘like I wanted YOU to do it for me’.
You sigh,
You keep bumping into him everywhere, you know he is your roommate but he is always there at the cafeteria taking the last donut which you had been craving pushing in line, making unnecessary comments and he makes the room so messy!
It’s the same thing for the next few outings, Jungkook comes with the same half assed versions of the data you need.
You try, you really you try so hard to use the data sets he provided but its no use. They're absolutely useless, so you decide to take matters into your own hands.
Your going to sneak out early in the morning, you have to sneak past the guards which as you’ve gathered won't be as hard as one may think because they are not good or much invested in their job anyway.
You prepare yourself and head to set out in the morning. You quietly get up so as not to disturb or wake Jungkook. If he sees you, you know that there will be trouble.
You throw on a hoodie and grab a notebook, a pen and your watch. You have to be back before anyone can notice that you're gone. You steel yourself one last time, giving yourself a pep talk and sneak out. You hold your breath as you walk past the room of your supervisor and out the back door of the cabins.
This isn't so bad you think. Once you're out of sight of the guards and you think your safe, you let out a sigh of relief and do a little shimmy out of your happiness. You are so pleased and proud of yourself. What you didn’t know that behind you, watching your every move was a boy covered in tattoos with a cigarette in his hand watching you with an amused face.
Jungkook was, not as you thought asleep when you had snuck out. He was also outside, leaning on the side of the building a cigarette in his hand, he couldn’t sleep that night, it happened to him on most nights so he routinely wakes up to have a smoke. On this particular day there is not the usual eerie morning silence that he is used to, but a few grunts and hisses to accompany it. He furrows his brows.
Is that? He thinks y/n!?!?!?!?!?
No way he thinks what the hell is she up to?
Then he catches sight of your notebook and pen.
'Oh, what a nerd' he mutters under his breath. Then he smirks.
He can totally use this to his advantage.
He stubs his cigarette, pulls his hoodie over his head and follows you.
Your heart is still racing you honestly cannot believe that you. l/n f/n are doing this.
‘What a badass’ you say into the silence.
‘Badass? Sneaking out to do bloody work is your idea of badass?’ a voice speaks up behind you.
You shriek startled and are met with Jungkook.
Why is it always him?
‘what in the bloody tarnation's.... are you trying to kill me Jungkook?!’ you say putting your hand on your heart.
He grins pleased at the reaction he had elicited from you.
He cocks his head to the side.
‘what the hell are you doing here ?!’ you hiss at him.
‘could ask you the same thing strawberry’ he replies.
You look at him.
You were so sure that you had been quiet, how could he be here to ruin everything.
‘you do realise that I actually have name, and it's not strawberry’ you say to him.
He shrugs.
‘Yeah but you always smell like them’.
You scoff;
‘and you always reek of cigarettes.’
He frowns but then asks you again.
‘what are you doing here?’
You think of excuses,
‘I'm - I'm on a walk’ you say.
He lifts his eyebrow up.
‘a walk?’
You nod.
‘that's right for my daily exercise its been a pain to be stuck indoors’.
He snorts.
‘you're on a walk with your graph paper pad and pencil case?’
You curse inside your head.
‘yeah I am a nerd after all’ you say, hoping and praying that he’ll just let you go on your way.
He doesn’t
‘I don’t know, you look awfully suspicious to me, do tell why you're heading to the sight of our data collection points when the trail track is in the opposite direction?’ he says.
You rack your brains for an answer.
‘well, I like an adventure’ you say, standing straight.
‘oh, is that so?’ he says laughter infiltrating his tone.
‘yes’, you say meeting his eyes.
‘hmm’ he says ‘I don’t believe you’ he says.
‘do you wanna know what I think?’ he continues.
He takes one step closer to you.
‘I think that our resident miss goody two shoes is sneaking off when told specifically that she can't’ his gaze burns into yours
You feel yourself going red out of embarrassment.
‘I literally have no idea what you're talking about Jungkook' you say breathless.
He leans closer and you can feel his body heat, he continues to bore his eyes into your own and you almost fall into his gaze until you feel your book being snatched out of your hand.
‘HEY!’ you say reaching for it.
But he holds it higher than himself, opens it to the last written on page.
‘new data collection points’ he reads out ‘and oh would you look at that ! It has todays dates written on it’ he says looking down at you with a squint in his eyes.
You huff.
‘well obviously I had to do this because how on earth could I let your lame ass results and data reading be used for my final piece – I'm not looking to fail’ you say venom laced in every word.
He scowls at you.
‘there was nothing wrong with my results princess’ he grits out.
‘oh, please save it’ you snap back ‘you didn’t even use the same measurements – your hopeless’.
‘well, if I'm so fucking useless you should do my work for me’ he says.
You set him a level stare.
‘what?’
‘you heard me’ he says with a roll of his eyes.
‘and why in the hell would I do that? I don’t care if you fail Jungkook, heck I don’t care if you get kicked out’ you tell him.
He shakes his head.
‘well, I mean I could go back right now and tell Miss Taylor-’ he begins.
You narrow your eyes at him.
‘You wouldn’t dare’.
He holds a staring contest with you.
‘oh, wouldn’t I?’ he says.
You both hold each other's gazes before you give in.
You cannot believe the audacity of this asshole.
‘fine whatever asshole’ you say folding your arms and turning around.
He grins in victory and places your notebook back into your hands.
‘chop chop partner get to it’ he says.
You glare at him.
‘partners pull equal weight Jungkook ‘
He rolls his eyes.
‘I don’t really care – you just need to get a move on’.
You turn around no longer wanting to deal with his annoying ass.
You make it forward a few steps before you stop and turn around.
‘why are you following me?’ you ask him.
He rolls his eyes at your apparent dumbness.
‘well smartass, there is a killer on the loose if you didn’t know’.
You freeze up for a second,
Shit
You had almost forgotten. You don’t let him see that you're scared.
‘and? ‘ you say feigning composure.
‘what the hell are you going to do if he pops out of the woods anyway?’
He shrugs.
‘I dunno actually a lot more than you could do anyway’
You stare at him.
‘I could be a black belt in karate for all you know’.
He laughs.
‘okay princess whatever - I just need to make sure that you're not going to fuck this up’.
So, you turn going to the place you need to, to collect your data pieces.
With having to do Jungkook's work as well, it takes a lot longer to complete than you would have liked.
He is surprisingly bearable in the mornings that you both sneak off though. He doesn’t say much. Just watches you – pretends he isn't though.
You catch him once. Its been about 2 weeks since you started this godawful task, and Jungkook's notes and work were in dire need of help so its taking you time. This time however you meet his gaze before he is able to pull away.
You cock your head to the side.
‘what are you staring at?’ you say placing your hands on your hips.
He says something inaudible under his breath.
‘what was that?’
He snaps at you.
‘do you think you have tie to stand around making idle talk with me? The work ain’t going to do itself princess.’
You huff in annoyance.
How dare he! This was just plain wrong anyway I should not even be doing this, but you knew it was the only way. You couldn't risk getting caught and with Jungkook you wouldn't be surprised if he really did rat you out you to all the teachers. And if he did well, you wouldn’t be receiving a very good reference.
It was during an early morning that you hear Jungkook walk off into the distance. Probably to smoke, such a bad habit you tsk.
But you're also done for the day – so you begin to head back on your own.
You feel the grass brush against your feet as you walk back. You’re humming along to that song that was always on the radio, when you hear it. A little whimper - then a cry. You know that you shouldn’t go to look, you know that you're paying for your curiosity already and you don’t need another thing to happen, but you just cannot help yourself!
You follow the sound, going on a detour from the track.
You do consider yourself somewhat of a badass but a serial killer? Yeah, they kinda scare the shit out of you. You hold your breath and walk as quietly and slowly as you can. You hear the whimper again to your left but its deeper into the woods.
As you walk closer you see a pool of blood - your eyes widen, and your heartbeat becomes erratic.
‘what the fuck?’ you whisper into the silence.
You walk closer to the body of the animal and you can feel your knees grow a little weak you can see a white paper which has been tainted red with the blood of the animal that was killed.
You gasp, taking it up in your hands. Your hands also become stained with the redness.
It's in Morse code.
-.-- --- ..- / ... .... --- ..- .-.. -.. -. .----. - / -... . / .-- .- -. -.. . .-. .. -. --. / --- ..- - / .- .-.. --- -. .
(YOU SHOULDN'T BE WANDERING OUT ALONE)
You look at it for a while and rack your brains to be able to translate it but no such look. Your mind is busy running at 100miles per hour. As you try and clear your head and look at the note one more time, but a noise in the distance pulls you way from any semblance of concentration that you could have obtained.
You frantically look around trying to locate where the sound had come from. Your senses are all on a high right now. You shove the piece of paper into your pocket and begin to go back the way that you came. After the first few steps you begin running your head running wild with the idea of being found dead in ditch. Your nearly at the main path which you had strayed from. You make it onto the path, and you bend over catching your breath when two arms encircle you from behind.
You let out a scream.
A hand is placed over your mouth.
‘shut the fuck up y/n’.
You recognise THAT voice. Its Jeon Jungkook. Why is this motherfucker always trying to scare you? Your turn around and hit him on the chest,
‘what the actual hell Jeon, you gave me a bloody heat attack and a half’.
He doesn’t respond. He is looking at you, his eyebrows are furrowed and his eyes have a glint of anger. He is furious.
‘where the fuck did you go y/n?’ he says, he holds your wrist stopping you from hitting him again.
He holds it in the air holding your gaze.
‘I was.... walking back’ you didn't want him to know what you had found. He would probably tell you it was a bad idea to even translate it. Which it was, but what is life if not for taking risks?
You yank your hand from his grasp.
He looks at you an unreadable expression on his face.
“you’re a fucking liar “he says.
You scoff.
“oh please, what’s it to you anyway jungkook, you left me first “
He doesn’t say anything, but observes you, trying to look for signs of what you’re hiding.
He had found one too, a dead animal and a note written in Morse.
But he could read it and he knew he was in trouble
“Be careful, or your little girlfriend may be snatched from right under your arms “
He swore under his breath as he read it and immediately began to make his way back to you.
“strawberry?” he calls out but you’re not there.
You’re not there and he hates the feeling of dread that sits in his stomach.
He runs back the way you came, but he still finds no trace of you
“fucking hell where did she go?”
He almost gives up and is going to tell the police when you appear before him, out of breath and you look terrified.
He knows you’re lying, if you were where, you said you were, he would have seen you.
He narrows his eyes at you again.
“I left for two seconds and you ran off. Where the fuck did you go? “
He asks, he wants you tell him, needs you to, he’s overcome with this sense to protect you but you don’t trust him. He needs to change that.
He lets you believe that you have him fooled, that he believes your story and he begins to walk back to the cabins right before the call for breakfast is sounded. You follow after him breathing in a sigh of relief that he had believed you.
That night you find it difficult to sleep. You need to find out the meaning of the Morse code, but you don't have access to a book that will help you translate, meaning that you will have to ask around without looking too suspicious.
You decide that a police officer would do nicely, if you seem overly invested in their job, they would just give you the information.
You spot the officer who looks younger than most, you remember his name.
Park Jimin.
You approach him cautiously.
“Officer park?”
He turns around to face you, smiling softly.
Oh, he’s cute you think.
“yes miss?”
You smile at him warmly.
“nothing serious it’s just that I was wondering if you would like some company, it must be a little boring for you out here on your own “
You say to him and you’re glad you asked him because either way his face breaks out into a smile that has your heart fluttering.
“how very kind of you miss! And yes, a little company wouldn't hurt “, he grins at you.
As you strike up conversation, with the officer you fail to notice a figure dressed in black listening in on your conversation. Jungkook listens in as you try and get information out of officer. He knew it. You had also come across the same note, as he had. He wonders what yours said.
He leaves after a bit, leaving both of you oblivious to the fact that he was even there in the first place.
When you get back to your room, you see Jungkook sitting at the foot of his bed frown on his face.
You ignore him and write down the information you'd just got given by Officer Park. You felt a little bad manipulating him when he was so nice but you just had to know what it meant.
Jungkook speaks up.
“that was a nice conversation you were having with Officer Park “
He says,
You whip you’re head up to look at him and closing your notebook harshly.
“What? Were you eavesdropping on my conversation?”
He rolls his eyes
“Why would I be listening to the conservation of the school nerd with a cop? No, I just happened to hear in passing “
You let out a breath that you didn’t know you were holding.
“That’s mighty rude of y-" you begin to retort before he cuts you off
“what’s a biology nerd like you need with Morse code?” He asks.
Your mind malfunctions for a moment until you bring yourself back together.
“A little extra knowledge hurts no one you know?” you say appearing nonchalant.
He narrows his eyes
“I know it”
You look at him
“you do?”
He nods,
“why need something translating?” he tries.
You think about it, but ultimately decided against showing him the note you found.
You have no clue what it says. You don’t want him understanding before you do.
You shake your head,
“No, I don’t “
You say, deciding enough is enough and you need to sleep now to be up in the morning.
The next morning you sleep in, meaning that you couldn’t do the work that was set out for you. You stretch and moan as you get out of bed when you sit up and open your eyes fully your locks onto the Bambi ones from across the room. You let out a shriek!
‘What the hell why were you watching me you creeper!’ you say pointing a finger at Jungkook.
He rolls his eyes at you.
‘oh, please don’t flatter yourself’.
‘why didn’t you wake me up? Its so late !’ you question him.
He looks at you and says words that you don’t think that you would hear.
‘I think that we should lay off for a bit strawberry’
You look at him in shock
‘but why!?’
He doesn’t really give you much of an answer in his usual Jungkook manner.
You sigh.
Over the next few weeks, you rarely bump into Jungkook, you see him sometimes in the cafeteria and you can always feel him just watching you it makes you grow warm when you notice his staring.
Jungkook is also going crazy. You drive him crazy.
You guess that you'll have to work at the same pace as everyone, truthfully you had actually caught up with your work that was missed a while ago, you were just doing extra readings to stay ahead. One step ahead of everyone. But you guess that that is going to be changed now.
It had been a while since you had been on your morning trips with jungkook and though you hate to admit it, you kind of missed it.
He wasn't as bad company as you thought he would be, he was oddly quiet which meant that without him talking as much, you really got to admire his beauty. And good lord was he handsome, you understand why people are attracted to him, when his mouth is closed, he’s fine. Basically, you became a little horny when you saw him, it had been ages since you had had sex even masturbated, since you now had room with him.
Jungkook has such strong sharp features which sometimes go all soft, if he pouts while he’s thinking or a bird catches his attention, his eyes will go big and doe like. It's cute. Everybody had two sides you suppose, yours was your horny side (lol what)
Okay maybe, more time to admire him was a bad thing, you did not need to have sexual fantasies with him, no, that was a big no no.
It's been a few weeks since Jungkook had asked you to lay low for a while and in that time, you had been asking around about the killer to the police. You tried your best not to seem suspicious about it though, if they caught on – well it wouldn’t exactly end well. So, you make slow progress, you did make progress though, however.
You could now understand the note and while it scared you, it also ignited something in you that you didn’t even know that you possessed inside of you. You wanted to outdo him, you want to find him, lead him into a trap or something like that anyway. You want to catch him.
Something in the back of your mind is telling you begging you to stop being so stupid, but you ignore and continue to daydream about catching this bastard.
But it can only cure your boredom for a while – you get bored and what better to do when you're bored than to read erotica novels?
You had packed this book with you – the secrets of the alluring painter in France. You had taken to reading at night time on some nights.
Like tonight.
You need a wind down, so you pull out your book, and it has such racy scenes that leave you clenching around nothing.
Your sexual imagination goes wild when you read the erotica in the book and the way they make it seem so fiery, you were no virgin - you knew what sex was like, but never has it been close to the way it is in the book.
You’ve allowed yourself to fall into this horrible habit, at night, when Jungkook is asleep to touch yourself, play with yourself, pretending it is you who is being touched by Kim Taehyung the painter with many secrets.
You feel yourself growing more frustrated with each passage you read, it becomes a little irritating and, you have to touch yourself or you'll go crazy, the man in the book was doing it so well, so hot.
Kim Taehyung, he was described as an utter beauty, soft black hair and soft eyes, a deep voice that just made the reader swoon, you close your eyes and reach your hands down to your shorts, they slip past the hem.
You wish you could moan, wish that you could be vocal, like you were in your bedroom when it was just you and your pillow, but there was one big problem and that was Jeon Jungkook.
Why did you have to room with him?
You lighten your breathing and listen for signs of him being awake, but he seems to be breathing really deep, he is asleep you assure yourself.
You turn the lamp off, at the side of your bed, setting the book on the bedside table.
You trail your hand down your stomach, much like Taehyung had done to the main character, he slowly lets his fingers flutter over the top of her shorts, and you do the same. You build the tension, like it's his beautiful hands working against you.
You pause and let your fingers slip past the hem of your panties, you trace over the fabric covering you - first over your mound, stroking sensually.
How had Taehyung done it?
Right yes, he had used his nails slightly and grazed over lightly, a slight pressure but nothing that hurt - it was just enough to make you squirm under your own touch.
You feel your own wetness, feel how obscene it is in the darkness of the night.
Jungkook is right there, and while it scares you, it also thrills you, you feel a new wave of arousal and adrenaline when you remember he is there.
Slowly and as quietly as possible you shuffle, moving to take your shorts off, it's a little loud but you think that you're okay, Jungkook is out like a log. After a moment you continue to tease yourself.
Running your fingertips over your lips, pressing down on your hole and clenching, withholding the need to hiss.
You raise your hand further and your fingers land right at the centre of your pleasure.
Your clit. Oh, the beautiful bundle of nerves.
You cover your mouth with a hand to stifle the moan that you almost let out when you begin to rub small circles around the sensitive nub.
When you can’t get enough your panties are next to go, and when the cold air hits your wet centre you have to hold your breath, shaky.
You reach down and gather your slick slowly, spreading it all over your centre, making yourself drown in your own arousal, you use your middle and ring finger to slide up and down at a pace that leaves you edged and eager for more, you need to bring yourself to the very edge to get yourself the release that you’re after, you free hand travels up to your ever sensitive boobs, you play with them, brushing over the nipple, making them perk and then groping them while you rub at your clit.
A dirty thought crosses your mind, when you remember the boy who was asleep across from you.
What if, he was the one to touch, the one touching you, with those beautiful hands of his, those big hands.
You stifle another moan, as you think about him, hovering over you, giving it to you just right. You had heard that Jungkook could actually make a girl cum while having sex, that made you a little interested. It’s just he always opens his mouth and is an ass and ruins everything. But right now, in your imagination, only his looks and reputation matter, you twist and turn his character to be someone that you can gain pleasure from.
You can the pleasure increase and you begin to fasten your speed until you feel the signs of your orgasm and then you pull away. Edging yourself.
Your breathing is a little heavy and your work on controlling it, both your hands go to fondle your breasts and you unconsciously lift your hips, humping the air, you lean down again and enter three fingers easily into your own heat.
The squelching sound heard is deafening in the silent room, your cheeks burn red and you pull out slowly, so that was a no no, you would have to focus on your clit for you orgasm. Which was fine because you were so sensitive from playing with yourself, you know that it would only take a few more strokes to get there.
You press the fingers that were just inside of you, against your sensitive bud and you rub in slowly circles and then fastening your place and then slowing once more.
Jungkook comes into your mind again, ugh, now his lips, his pretty pink lips and the way he licks them, and the way they glisten under the sun. What if they were attached to your clit, if he was using his face to give you pleasure, like Taehyung had done to the main character of the novel, God it was so filthy.
Its driving you insane and you love it, the frustration will only make your release all the more powerful.
After a while you feel the fire blooming in your bottom of your stomach, and you quicken your pace to the point where you feel light and the waves of pleasure rack over your whole body.
You press your hand to your mouth again to conceal the gasps that are escaping you, you sigh and fall back onto your pillow feeling so much better and lighter.
Gosh did that feel good. You were aware that in your mind alarms were going off in your mind. You had thought of Jungkook while masturbating. It was a line you have no idea why you crossed. How would you look him in the eye now?
After a while, you pull up your panties and shorts and you promise yourself a shower in the morning.
What you didn't know was that the raven-haired boy of your fantasies was in fact awake and now painfully hard as he listened to your filthy little moans and gasps, he grabs his own member in his pants, strokes slowly. He spreads the pre-cum over his member before setting the fast pace that he liked, his breaths through his nose – to conceal the way his breathing has become strained. His hair becomes damp from sweat and it sticks to his forehead. He came much faster that he would care to admit the thought of you right there yet unreachable the fact that you were so NAUGHTY under all that good girl.
Turning him on, making him needy.
He breathes heavy, thinking of you under him as he squirts out cum into his pants, Jungkook too showers in the morning after you.
After this Jungkook stays up at night, listening to you, seeing if you would do it again, you do and, on those nights, Jungkook cums at the same time as you. He feels a little pathetic, he knows that he can fuck a lot of girls in the class right, but it wasn't you, God he wants it to be you writhing underneath him.
It’s the next morning and you're getting ready for your shower.
You're gathering your clothes and shampoo and creams into a little bundle and are about to open the door to the shower, when it is opened for you. The song that you were softly humming gets stuck in your throat when you register that the door was opened by Jungkook.
A very naked Jungkook.
Your face grows red, and your eyes wander over his gorgeous body, the tattoos that trail up his arm and a few on his waist, God they looked amazing.
Your ogling comes to a stop when he clears his throat. Oh, shit you think - I was staring. You quickly look up and your eyes meet Jungkook's.
He is smirking at you and as soon as you meet his gaze, he lets his own wander over body – taken in the skin that was exposed in your pyjama shorts and a t-shirt that had been small for you since you turned 13 years old.
He looks up and down your body brazenly before meeting your eyes. He licks his lips, and you zero in on it. God it was so annoying that he was this hot.
How could this be happening now? When you had spent a while avoiding him? And him you? Why did this happen after you were thinking of him last night? Oh god you grow red again and you think what if he had heard you? God, that would be embarrassing. You look at his lips again, avoiding his gaze again but maybe his eyes would have been a better option because as soon as you look at his lips, the same filthy thoughts come back to you - you shift uncomfortably trying to calm yourself. In that time, you don't notice but Jungkook has come closer to you.
You register his closeness when a water droplet from his hair falls onto your cheek. You move away slightly.
You don’t realise it but in your extended silence of checking each other out the both of you have moved closer to each other. There is no longer what people would call a healthy distance between the two of you anymore. He looks down at you and licks his lips again. His hair is wet and the way he runs his hand through it – he looks so good like this. Your dirty thoughts run wild again. Its only when another water droplet from his hair falls onto your cheek that you finally snap out of it. You move a step back.
“You look a little hot strawberry is anything the matter?” He asks you, a teasing lilt on his voice.
It’s way too early for this, you cannot be dealing with this right now, not when your mind has gone on a memory flashback to last night and he was right here in front you, so very naked.
Still, you feign your ever composed self.
“I’m just fine” you say through gritted teeth.
“I need to shower and your kind of standing in my way” you tell him.
He chuckles, a deep chuckle, gosh how are you this horny in the morning? Stop it y/n you think.
“I don't think you really mind though do you strawberry, you seem to have a very different secretive side” he says, cocking his head to the side.
You blush, shit had he heard you?
“I have no idea what you're talking about Jungkook” you say to him “I need to shower though”.
You move to get away from his hearted stare but just before you enter the washroom, a hand grabs onto your wrist and pulls you back.
Jungkook looks at you, a deep and confusing stare.
“Be careful, it’s quite wet in there” he says and then his tongue pokes into the side of his cheek. Then suddenly, he lets you go and walks off to his side of the room, your left in shock at his words and quickly scurry to get into the bedroom before more heated tension breaks through.
You shake your head of all thoughts and quickly go into the shower, what you don’t realise is that you accidently drop something, the note with the raven-haired boy who you had left in the bedroom.
Its later on during this day that Jungkook approaches you.
'Hey strawberry’ he says to you.
You raise your eyebrows at him, what’s with his sudden kindness.
‘hey’ you reply voice dipped in surprised.
‘Oh, shut up, I just came to talk to you’.
You look at him.
‘I didn’t say anything but okay…. talk then’ you gesture your hands between your two bodies.
He lets out an exasperated gasp.
‘The note – did you find one?’ he asks. You still in the next sip of coffee that you were going to take. You feel yourself grow cold. How did he find out?
He looks at you.
‘So, you did’.
‘I didn’t say that’ you say tone slightly higher than normal – you were a terrible liar.
He laughs at you
‘Hmm is that so?’
‘I have no idea what you’re talking about Jungkook’.
He looks at you, more serious this time.
“Listen y/n there's no point playing dumb, I found your stupid note anyway”.
You watch mortified as he pulls out the note that you had thought was in your pocket. Well shit then.
“I- I have never seen that before in my life Jungkook” you can't let him know; he would ruin everything - you convince yourself.
He looks at you, he’s getting annoyed that you're lying to him. He pokes his tongue against his cheek again.
“I suggest you stop lying”.
You scoff.
“Why would I ever need to lie to you your nobody to me Jungkook”.
Something akin to hurt flashes across his face for a few seconds before he slams his hands on the table.
“I don’t think you know what you're even getting into strawberry”.
You gather your belongings getting up, you need to get away from him.
“And I don't think you know what the fuck you're talking about Jungkook”.
You walk off leaving him there, but he follows after you,
“Listen I found one too, you don't need to be miss hero or anything”.
You carry on walking, not bothering to give him an answer, he would want to tell the teachers and everyone, they would cancel the trip and then how would you finish gathering your evidence? No, he was insane.
“I don’t know what you're talking about”.
‘you think your so fucking slick, don’t you? Asking around and acting unsuspicious but your wrong I could sense your stupid plan from a mile away’ he says to you, pulling you on your arm effectively stopping you so you can't walk away from him anymore. You struggle out of his hold.
‘and so, what? So, what if you know? What the hell are you going to do Jungkook? Tell on me? Are you going to threaten to tell the teachers because you know what? I’ve been thinking about it and I think they would much rather take my word for yours and all this work I’ve been doing for you – I could easily go right now and show the teachers and say that you forced me to do it!! ’
He looks at you angrily, looks like he is going to swear or curse you out but then his face relaxes.
‘you say that baby, but the truth is I have money and you don’t if I want to manipulate something I can because I have the means and power to do so, my dad's made himself something while yours totted away in the fucking garbage can’.
You feel the anger come over you and he smirks at you.
‘real fucking classy Jeon, yeah insult my parents – like it's their fault they were born into a world where people are born with silver spoons on their mouth, and at least my parents love me Jungkook’
His eyes flash with hurt
‘how do you now my parents don't love me you little bitch?’
You laugh an empty laugh at his face.
‘just look at you – you’re the very definition of boohoo my parents don't love me so I'm going to kick up a mess, so they notice me for once’.
He groans in frustration at your words then.
Somehow amidst your confrontation with Jungkook you had managed to reach your room, why are you here? Why did your feet have to leave you here?
You walk into the room and as soon as he gets in, Jungkook grabs you by the wrist and pins you against the door, your books and pencils fly across the room and while your mortified - he doesn't even bat an eyelid.
Your breathing is both heavy as you look each other in the eyes, waiting for the other to say something.
You struggle against his hold, uselessly, curse him for doing his workout routine every morning.
“You found the fucking note y/n when you went missing in the woods that day, the note that’s in Morse code, the note that you spent a week trying to decode, don't act fucking dumb” he grits out.
You still try and keep up your act,
“I have no clue in the world what you're talking Jeon, I think you're going fucking insane” you seethe out
He growls, yes, he growls.
“Your seriously fucking pissing me off now, I know you did, I know you found it”.
“Fuck off, Jungkook does it look like I care if I am fucking pissing you off”.
He looks into your eyes again and whispers something like “fucking priss” before he is connecting your lips in a kiss, a kiss that is full of ego, passion and heat. You can feel in searing through your body so fiery, setting your nerves alight.
He is relentless in his pace. His mouth against yours and God indeed Jungkook is good kisser. Before you knees grow weak you move your hands to tangle in his hair and you pull at the end causing him groan against his lips, when he does you swipe your tongue into his mouth getting a taste. You pull harder, and he groans again. It was a sound that you know you would like to hear again.
His hands move from the door and one tangles in your hair while the other presses harshly on your waist. You gasp at the pleasure and at this he takes over, he fights your own tongue for dominance and once he wins, he is rough, he wants all his saliva in your mouth, wants his taste on you, wants you to feel him in every way.
When he knows that your just as enthralled by his kisses he pulls back to taunt you - whispering the words against you bruised lips.
“You act like such a fucking little priss don't you? Act like your better than me? Lying to me? Fuck you drive me insane”.
He attacks your neck now, leaving open mouthed kisses along your ear and neck. He nibbles lightly at a few areas and when he gets to just the right place - where your breath hitches and you move your thighs together he bites down harshly without warning and you try you best to suppress your moans. Not wanting to give him any satisfaction.
“I am better than you” you say to him breathlessly, “I don’t just act like it, I am”.
He bites harder at that and you wince - Jungkook is painting you skin wine and purple and your letting him and it feels so goddamn good. He pulls you back by the hair to look at him,
“You don't look much better than me when you are bending at my will, when you're looking so fucked out and I’ve done is fucking kiss you”.
Your answer is swallowed by a moan that you let out as he takes you breasts into his big hands, and squeezes hard, you pull him up from your neck and kiss him again, his lips, your lips bruising and fighting against one another.
He trails his hand down further and dances around the hem of your pants for a while, and you place your own over his, just as your about to lead him further down a knock is heard at your door.
You both freeze
“y/n?” A voice calls out.
You calm yourself before answering, still a little shaky.
“Yes?”
“Our guest speaker has arrived, I just thought you might like to ask him a few questions before he gives his talk”.
Jungkook swears under his breath, raking a hand through his hair.
“You fucking nerd”.
He pulls you back by your pony tail and the back of your head lands on his shoulder, he tilts you slightly, so he has better access to kiss and leave more marks against your skin.
“Ah- I thank you, I’ll come in an ah- while” you say, and you hear the footsteps walk off, Jungkook spins you around and he goes to kiss you again, but you pull away.
“No, just, stop I have to go and talk”.
He looks at you “you fucking nerd” he kisses you once more, like he can't get enough of your mouth.
You pull away again.
uh what in the fuck just happened you think.
This was not meant to happen.
“Look Jungkook, I did, that is my note and I- I’ll, we can talk just not now, okay? I-I have to go. This is important"
He doesn't say anything, just watches as you fix your appearance in the mirror, an appearance he had ruined, and he smirks a little in triumph. He watches as you gather your books that had been thrown onto the floor and he watches as your ass is on display for him and God, he wishes he could grab a handful, but he doesn’t. He just watches.
You walk out the room, without so much as looking at him again and he feels oddly rejected.
He knows that you had felt good, he had heard you groan against his mouth, grind against his clothed member but he hadn't ever been walked out on before. He's not sure what exactly he is feeling. Its not a good feeling - that he was walked out on and for some old ass lecturer too.
He watches the door close, and he sits and waits for you to finish being a nerd. But truthfully it is a little hot to him that you’re so independent, you do things for yourself, your confidence and your wit, it makes you fun, you piss him off, but your company is nicer than the ones that he is used to.
He sighs what the fuck is he getting himself into.
You take a breath as you exit the room,
What in the fuck just happened? you think.
Well, when you promised Jungkook that you would talk to him you hadn't been in your right mind. Why did you agree to that like fuck? You have no idea what to even say. How do you even start that conversation like...?
"Hey, was just wondering if you would like to you know? Go on a hunt for a serial killer with me?"
Gosh this was so stupid and the kiss, gosh your face heats up as you remember the way he had kissed you - oh so sweet and so naughty!
Gosh you were in bad, as an adult you decide to deal with the problem logically, you'll just ignore him. That will work, Jungkook had a small attention span anyway. You're sure he would forget. You really hope he does.
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I'll Remember You, In Any Universe
1.6k words, Quackity x Reader, gender neutral, soulmate au (kinda), alternate universes
The wind up here on the roof is cool and light, and you pull his beanie down further on your forehead. You don't really need it- you can feel his body heat as he nuzzles up against you, but the smell of his shampoo lingers on the fabric, so you keep it on. He brings you a sense of ease that you’ve been missing, and the fact that this relationship has lasted this long astounds you. You can’t imagine life any different than it is now, or you refuse to try.
“I’d better get going soon,” Alex whispers.
He’s right. The sun will be up soon, and you want to at least pretend you got some sleep tonight. He kisses your cheek and tosses you a small “See you later.” You let him go because you believe him.
You quietly climb back through your window and watch him descend the tree he climbed to get here, careful not to disturb the birds that have already begun chirping. Yellow leaves race them to the ground. Laying your head on the pillow, you start to drift off to rays of golden sunlight streaming through your window. Your thoughts are becoming muddy, but you’re content. Happy.
And just like that, the earth begins to shake. Imperceivable, tiny little tremors as universes collide and paradigms shift. You’ve entered a parallel universe, and it’s similar, but the differences are strong ones.
But neither of you are any the wiser.
In the “morning”(McDonalds serves breakfast all day now, so it doesn’t really matter), you wake up to a flurry of texts. It's that damn group chat again. You don’t know why you didn’t leave your phone on Do Not Disturb before you went to sleep. Must’ve forgotten. You squint as you open the chat.
Karl: HEADCOUNT FOR TODAY??
Alex: whats the itinerary even
Sapnap: park then chilis :)
Karl: ALL THOSE IN FAVOR SAY AYE
Alex: aye
Sapnap: aye
Alex: hey r u up
Karl: Y/N
Karl: Y/NNNNNNNNN
You text back.
You: YES IM UP IM GOING JEEZ
And with that, you get dressed, brush your teeth, grab your keys, and head out. The sun is warm, and the light settles on your skin nicely. You see why your friends chose today to go to the park. You’re excited to see them, and the thought of the day to come puts a pep in your step. As you approach the park, you can see your friends playing by the swings. They're not hard to miss- there aren't many young adults out here and certainly none that loud. Alex notices you first, and Karl follows his gaze. He starts waving his hands and jumping up and down with a huge grin on his face, and the others start to smile as well. Your heart feels so warm- you haven't seen them in a while and you’ve missed them all dearly (especially your best friend Karl, but you won’t let him know in fear of giving him something to brag about).
The four of you spend your time at the park in competition: who can jump the highest off the swings, who can climb the giant rock the fastest, and who can remember the most lyrics to Bohemian Rhapsody (which ends in a tie). Once you all stop singing, much to the relief of the few remaining park-goers, you immediately realize how hungry you are. You voice your concern, and the others agree. Everyone darts to Sapnap’s car, with Karl calling shotgun.
You take a window seat at the back, with Alex next to you. You seem to have over-exerted yourself at the park, and combined with your ever-increasing hunger, your energy wanes. You rest your head on the cool glass, idly listening to the soft music playing and the sparse conversation in the car. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice Alex looking at you. The two of you haven’t spoken much today, but then again, he isn't always very chatty. You could count on your fingers the number of extensive conversations you’ve shared, just the two of you. You turn to him.
“What?” you inquire.
“Nothing, it's just,” he looks uncertain. “Does something feel a little off to you?”
You take a moment to ponder the day. Everything and everyone seemed more or less the same, but perhaps the day did feel a bit… off, even if there was no way to prove it aside from a gut feeling. Maybe you're just prone to suggestion though?
“I’m not sure,” you settle on.
He makes a low “hmm…” seeming dissatisfied with your answer. Nonetheless, he turns back to watch the road speed by, as if deciding that was enough conversation for the week and settling back to his distant nature.
And again, without anybody noticing, the universe collides with another, or maybe splits, or maybe stretches like gooey taffy on the boardwalk. Another shift has occurred, just as the car pulls into its parking place. Just in time for dinner.
The gang piles out of the car, making sure to lock the doors behind them. Everyone is herded into the doors, and you all attempt to stifle giggles as the hostess greets you with a perky “Welcome to Chili’s!” You gladly follow her into the booth. As everyone settles down and gives their drink orders to the waitress, you consider Alex across the table. He’s one of Sapnap’s friends, and you’d had very limited contact with him, as you presume is the case with the rest of the others. You wonder how he might fit into the group dynamic, and consider stashing away some of the more complicated inside jokes in an effort not to alienate him. You don’t enjoy being on edge, like you always get around new-ish people, but you want to be nice.
While you all wait on your orders, everyone takes to destroying the obscenely large mountain of chips Karl takes to borderline interrogating Alex. Always an eager beaver, that Karl.
“What school did you go to?”
“I went t-”
“How did you and Sapnap meet?”
“It's actually a funny st-”
“What music do you listen to?”
He barely gives Alex any time to respond. It’s clear that he’s nervous- his lack of eye contact and the low decibel of his voice gives at least that much away. Though wary of the newcomer, you decide to soften the blows.
“I like your beanie.” You do. It looks very soft and comfortable, and something about it seems quietly familiar.
He looks up for the first time in a while. “Thanks.” He sends you an appreciative, almost knowing look.
You can smell your food arriving before it reaches the table, and you think that any longer and your stomach might’ve digested itself right there. The table falls silent as everyone digs in, and you feel happy that you’re once again here with your friends (plus one acquaintance, but who knows). You always hold these moments in high regard, and something about meeting Alex seems special… important somehow.
Everyone finishes their meal (or packs up the remnants to go), pays, and files out to the parking lot with spirits high and bellies full. Sapnap drops you off one by one, and as you walk up your driveway, you reflect on the night. Alex seemed like a fun, if initially quiet, addition to the group’s dynamic. You wonder if you’ll see him again.
You ready yourself for bed, and while you sleep, things shift again.
You wake up at a time that you’ve described in the past as “unnaturally early” and you barely have the energy to groan out in protest of your ever-droning alarm. You eventually muster enough willpower to peel yourself off the mattress and start your day. You stand under the scalding shower and wait for it to nuke you back to life like a frozen Hot Pocket in the microwave. It doesn't. You brush your teeth and dress yourself, disgruntled and disinterested. Swinging your backpack on, you lock your door and venture to the bus stop.
The air is slightly misty on your face from the thin veil of fog that covers the campus, and you pull your hoodie tighter. The treck from your dorm to the stop is short but uphill, and your calves start to burn. You try not to let the other equally exhausted students around you hear how short of breath you are when you arrive.
The bus pulls up and you rush to get a seat before they’re all taken. You feel a pair of eyes on you, and you look up. They don’t drop their gaze. He looks a little familiar to you, but not enough to spark any memories. Maybe you’ve had a class together? You can’t really remember but the eye contact is freaking you out, so you drop your gaze, but not before noticing the worn beanie he has on. Something like that would probably be good to have around the winter months. You make a note to yourself.
The bus stops.
Shift.
You’ve arrived at your destination, and evidently, so have the majority of the other passengers. Everyone attempts to exit in an orderly fashion, but everyone seems to have the same idea at the same time. A flurry of tired students rushes off the bus, and the crowd is a bit disorienting. You walk past one last student on your way to class, thinking nothing of it.Your swift pace creates a small breeze, and the scent of a familiar shampoo wafts towards you, stopping you in your tracks. You turn around to face this stranger at the same time he turns to face you. The earth slows the pace of its rotation just enough for the two of you to notice. Your eyes lock and something about it feels… right.
“Hey,” he begins timidly.
“Hey,” you return.
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Daddy’s Little Girl
Request Status: Open !
Pairing: Hange x Fem!Reader
A/N: hello this is a part 2 of “I’m Your Owner” and this is my first time writing smut and im ace so im sorry if it’s bad or if some parts don’t make sense? anyway i don’t think i’m ever recovering from this, so please enjoy. if you want to listen to music while reading, i suggest “let me love you” by ariana grande (slowed), or dark horse by katy perry (slowed)
Word Count: 4979
WARNING: NSFW 18+, bdsm, dom/sub, dom!hange, possessive!hange, degradation, sensory deprivation, slight humiliation kink, daddy kink, praise kink, hand kink, dacryphilia, oral sex, strap-on sex, mirror sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, orgasm delay, strap-on riding, fingering, spanking, choking, neck marking, marking with nails, hair-pulling, and hange calling you kitten multiple times
“You’re late.” Hange growled looking at their pocket watch, as you closed the door slowly before being met with their annoyed expression, giving them a nervous smile.
“I- I’m sorry, Hange. I ran as fast as I could but-!” you nervously rubbed the back of your nape, trying to convince yourself you weren’t slightly aroused by their growling-
“What did I tell you?” Hange said as they shifted to where you are, their arms folded over their chest.
“Wh-what?” you slightly trembled in both fear and arousal as their domineering aura made you feel butterflies in your stomach while heat threatened to creep up on your face.
“Do I have to repeat myself again, Y/N” they stalked closer and closer every step you took backward, you gasped as your back was met with the door and Hange incredibly close to you.
“N-no, Hange” you stuttered, believing that was the safest option to go with, as a lot of your rationality flew out the window when they simply growled at you-
“Good.” Hange’s breath tickled your ear, making you shiver in pleasure as they pulled away slightly as their eyes looked up and down your figure then settled to your lips, Hange smirked and licked their lips, preparing for the food in front of them.
You eyed them cautiously as you wondered what their next move was since with Hange their actions were always a guessing game. “...Please, Hange” you muttered under your breath, hoping they didn’t hear it, but of course they did.
“Hm? Please what? I can’t hear you, Y/N” Hange purred as they grabbed your chin tilting it so that their light brown eyes were on your eyes, their other hand on the door right next to the side of your head, completely pinning you to the door.
“..Please just-“
“Please what?” Hange growled as their hand on your chin lowered down to grip your neck, choking you slightly, your breath hitched in your throat and you shuddered in your place.
“P-Please daddy” you stammered, finding it hard to speak as Hange’s hand gripped your neck,
“Come on darling, tell daddy what you want? Daddy can’t help you if you don’t speak up” they spoke huskily into your ear and you were pretty sure your airflow just gave up on you as heat flushed your face, mind feeling hazy from the pleasure.
You felt an unusual surge of confidence rush through your veins as you growled and flipped your positions, Hange gasping in surprise as you pinned them to the door before fixing their posture and cleared their throat, which brought you back to reality face flushed as you analyzed your positions.
“Oh Y/N, it’s cute you think you can take charge,” Hange chuckled darkly, looking you over as their eyes held a primal hunger within them, wanting to just rip open your clothes and ravage you into the next year
Hange pushed you back against the door, securing you in place as they leaned into your ear while their knee was in between your legs. “Now, well, now you’ve angered daddy. And you know how daddy gets when they’re mad, so don’t even think about disobeying me. Otherwise, I won’t hesitate to throw you out of my room on the verge of cumming, do I make myself clear?”
“Y-yes, daddy” you mewled as they smirked at your submission.
“Mm, look at you so pretty and all when you submit to me” they cooed, pulling you in to kiss them as you engaged in a kiss filled with burning hot passion, both moving into each other as if you hadn’t eaten for days.
You moaned slightly into the kiss and Hange swiped their tongue along your bottom lip asking for access to which you complied, moaning as their tongue invaded your mouth, tongues locking in a fiery dance with Hange winning as they fully dominated you.
You were sure you were losing your mind as you slowly became intoxicated from the dizzying pleasure as you couldn’t think straight. Your knees threatened to buckle as sinful thoughts of Hange and all the things you wanted them to do to you run through your head, which seemed to further spike your pleasure.
Hange pulled away from the kiss to gasp for air as you followed their movements, collecting some much-needed air, once you had enough to breathe in, you leaned in hungry and wanting more but they brought a finger to your lips, stopping you from doing so.
“I’ve had enough. I want you now” they spoke as they quickly removed all of your harnesses and skillfully threw open all your buttons, leaning in to kiss and lick at the exposed areas of your skin leaving you to moan and whimper loudly from their roughness.
Hange bit and sucked at your neck as hickeys began to form, you threw your head back in pleasure as you gripped and pulled at their hair, feeling yourself get wetter as they groaned, sending vibrations into your skin.
“Oh fuck Hange-!” you cried out, at this point not caring whether you used the wrong name as your brain was too focused on the pleasure they were currently giving you.
“That’s it, darling~ Say my name. Rest assured it’s one of the things you’ll be screaming tonight” Hange huskily voiced out as they bit your neck before soothing it with their tongue.
“God, Hange! Please fuck me-!” you gripped their hair tightly as Hange continued littering your neck in hickeys while their hands were at work to hurriedly slide off your button-up shirt and unclasp your bra, gazing at your breasts before they began to play with them, squeezing them from time to time and occasionally rolling your nipples in between their fingers.
“Fuck Y/N, you taste so good” they groaned, taking off their lips from your neck smirking for a slight second at all the hickeys that began to appear on your neck, as they were scattered all around your neck. Though knowing Hange, they were soon to leave more all around your body.
Hange’s eyes glossed over all of the hickeys they bit and sucked into your neck, once again smirking in proud victory as they marked you all over, giving you an unforgettable reminder as to who owned you. Their line of sight trailed down your body and landed on your breasts as they squeezed your breasts, loving the way you continued to moan loudly.
“Already moaning when I’ve barely touched you? You really are daddy’s little whore, aren’t you” Hange smirked as they leaned in, taking your nipple into your mouth as they gently nipped and sucked, before giving the same attention to your other breast as they palmed at your free one.
Your knees buckled from underneath you as you leaned back against the door, trying to balance yourself otherwise you would’ve dropped to the ground. Hange noticed this and stopped at their ministrations, making you whine in need.
Hange placed their hands on your waist as they tugged you close to them, locking you in another fiery kiss before they carried you bridal style heading into the bedroom which was connected to their office, never once breaking the kiss.
Once you got to the bedroom, Hange threw you onto the bed and immediately pinned both of your wrists with their hand, smirking as the view of you underneath them in such a compromising position made a rush of pleasure course through their veins. Mentally etching the sight into their mind, wanting to remember the way your flushed face looked and how you would eventually look as you orgasmed from being ravaged until you broke down crying.
“Be a good girl and stay here. Daddy’s got a special experiment planned just for you” Hange seductively spoke as they removed themself from their earlier position and walked out of the bedroom to grab their materials.
They came back with silk ropes, and a black 8-inch strap-on dildo one of their inventions they wanted to test out on you, on hand as they climbed back onto the bed straddling your hips.
“Give me your hands” they ordered as you placed both your hands out in front of Hange, you stared at them while they proceeded to bind your wrists together before tying it around the headboard of the bed, slightly tugging at it to make sure you were bound just right.
Hange moved to peck a chaste kiss on your lips as their mouth trailed downwards, now on your jaw, and moved further down now leaving a fiery trail of kisses on your neck, then over to your breasts as you moaned.
Hange took your breast into your mouth once more, licking and sucking on your breast as they fondled your other breast with their hand, the other trailing down to unbutton your pants as you moved to help them take off said article of clothing.
“You’re all mine. You’re daddy’s little bitch. Just wait until I fuck you like a slut” they growled which sent vibrations across your skin and made you shudder in pleasure. “Who’s all mine?”
“God, I’m all yours! I’m a needy slut for daddy! Please I- I need you” you cried out as you desperately wanted them to touch you where you needed them most as you weren’t sure how long you could keep yourself composed.
“Patience dear, but since you begged nicely, I guess I’ll give you a little reward” Hange chuckled, loving your desperation now moving downward to where you needed them most, their hands gripped at your thighs spreading them apart before kissing and sucking at your inner thighs in hopes to leave marks on your skin.
“Ah, Hange please” you moaned and thrashed against your restraints as Hange was now so close to where you wanted them but you knew they were going to tease you first rather than giving you what you wanted right off the bat.
“I love when you beg for me like a good girl” Hange pulled away from in between your legs to praise you before going down once more, “Look at me, baby” they purred softly and took the hem of your underwear into their mouth as they took it off you, you flushed heavily as you added the sight onto a list of things Hange did that made you weak in the knees.
At that point, you really believed you were about to cum just from the sight of them taking your underwear off with only their mouth despite not even getting to the main event, and you really didn’t blame yourself because lord, was that the hottest thing you’ve ever seen them do.
Hange threw away your undergarments somewhere on the floor and turned their attention to your cunt that was dripping wet, smirking as they saw the full effect they had on you.
“My my, you’re already so wet for me? Baby, the fun’s only just begun” Hange teased as they took a few seconds to stare at your naked core in appreciation before licking you from your folds to your clit.
You bit your lip, trying to contain your moan as every one of Hange’s actions made you lose your mind, the heat pooling between your legs flaring up as every part of you began to lust for their touch, their tongue, and for them.
“Please..stop..teasing me” you breathed out before moaning slightly as they chuckled sending vibrations to your core.
“Patience, whore. I was getting to that” Hange grunted as they left a mark on your inner thigh before their lips gently caress your clit.
You groaned quietly, closing your eyes as you enjoyed the pleasure Hange was giving you, their skillful tongue flicking against your bundle of nerves, making your breath staggered.
Hange slowly inserted their index finger into you, smirking from how easily their finger slid in due to your wetness as they pushed their finger in and out in a steady pace, while their tongue lapped at your clit.
“Hange!” You gasp as they add their middle finger into the mix, now fingering you with two of their digits as they curl their fingers and hit your g-spot, making you moan loudly.
“Oh fuck, Jesus! Hange faster!” you rasped and felt them smirk along your core as they listened and moved their fingers faster, adding a third digit into your filled cunt as you arched your back in pleasure, hips moving on it’s own as your body begged for more.
Soon enough you came, your walls tightening around Hange’s fingers as you scream and cried profanities while Hange’s fingers helped you work through your orgasm, laying back down on the bed once you came down from your high.
Hange pulled away from your bundle of nerves and took their fingers out of your dripping cunt, lapping up at your sweet juices while groaning from the taste of you. Once they lapped up everything, they brought their fingers that were soaked with your juices to their mouth, eyeing you seductively as they licked and sucked their fingers which were now coated with their saliva. They smirked seeing your face flush with heat.
Hange went back on top of you bringing their saliva-coated fingers to your mouth “Suck it whore,” they commanded as you opened your mouth to suck on their fingers, going a bit faster when you heard their quiet groans “Mm, such a good girl. You like following daddy’s orders?” they questioned and you groaned into their fingers unable to speak.
Hange removed your silk restraints as they kissed your wrists, and stood up from the bed, moving over to the chair where the dildo was placed. ‘Let the experiment begin’ Hange thought as they wondered how well their invention would work as they strapped it onto themself, pulling at the buckle making sure it was secured tightly on themself.
“On your hands and knees slut, and face the headboard” they barked out, as you immediately followed their orders while Hange smirked when they heard the bed creaking as you went to fix your position.
They came back to the bed and began trailing a hand down your back and along your spine, making you shiver in delight. Hange slightly raked their nails across your back as their trail began to form along your back as they traced it like constellations. Hange moved their hand downwards as it swiped at your folds, smirking as it was much more soaked than before.
You inhaled sharply as Hange’s hand rubbed at your core gently, “What a pretty pussy, so wet and ready for daddy~” Hange teased, making you moan and grip at the sheets.
Seeing as you were more than wet, Hange knew the 8-inch would slide in with ease as they gazed at you and smiled as your eyes met their light brown ones before widening seeing what had been attached to them. You weren’t sure it was going to fit, although you were definitely aroused by it.
“Oh god by the walls..please fuck me! Break me, daddy” you cried out as your lust clouded your better judgement.
Hange took the dildo and shifted it so that they could tease at your entrance, “Aww, you want daddy to fuck you until you break, what a filthy whore you are” they sneered and rubbed your ass before slapping it, loving your moan at the unexpected action. “You like when daddy slaps you? Pathetic” they brought their hand down to your ass to slap you and you moaned once more, enjoying the pain and pleasure that came with their slaps, as they offered two more slaps in succession.
“12 slaps and you’re going to count each one and thank me. Clear? If so, give me a color” they commanded, bringing out a silk blindfold and covering your eyes tying it and made slight adjustments to make sure you couldn’t see.
You couldn’t see anything which made you quiver in fear and heavy arousal, “G-green.” you stammered as you mentally tried to prepare yourself because your brain was this close to short-circuiting.
“Good girl” they raised their hand to slap you “One! Thank you“ you spoke and they slapped you twice “Two! Thank y- Three, thank you!” you cried out as the pain spread across your body.
You were on your 7th slap, slowly but surely being rendered unable to speak as the pain seared your skin, your ass now red from their spanking. Hange slapped you and you couldn’t help but moan “Ah! E-eight. Th-thank you..” you felt tears stream down your face as you truly felt you couldn’t take it anymore.
“H-Hange, I can’t take it anymore” you pleaded, hoping they’d listen to you but they simply growled
“No. You're going to take it like the filthy slut you are!” they slapped you thrice in succession, barely giving you time to prepare.
“Fuck! N-nine..God, yes! Ten..E-eleven!” you cried out, tears flowing from your face as the pleasure became unbearable.
Hange rubbed your ass, trying to soothe the pain “You’re doing so well for me, kitten~ one more slap, just hold out for daddy alright. Color?” they purred and you whined in pain
“Y-yes daddy..green” you breathed out trying to hold out. Hange spanked you one last time and you came then and there. “Im-! Twelve! Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!” you repeatedly cried out as your heavy orgasm made you see stars.
Hange rubbed your ass and left kisses on the now burning red spots, praising you for being a good girl and for taking it so well and you moaned from their praises. “Alright, now for the main event” they spoke and you whined trying to pull away from their hold while they were about to insert themself
“N-no, Hange please..I’m still s-sensit- Ah!” you screamed as they inserted their dildo into you, letting you adjust to the size. “No, please-“ your hips moved involuntarily trying to shy away but Hange kept you locked in your position.
“I’ll be moving now” they murmured and pushed in and out of you slowly, and you moaned and cried out as they pushed into you, you wanted to stop as you were still sensitive from your orgasm but you couldn’t as the pain turned into pleasure.
The loud sounds of skin slapping against each other plus your moans and Hange’s low groans filled the room as Hange began to pump into you faster as they gripped onto your hips. Hange grabbed both your wrists in their hand, making your upper half drop to the sheets, your face now on the pillow as you tried to cover your moans.
Hange tugged on your wrists, pulling your body up to press against theirs, Hange’s clothed chest pressing against your back as your moans increased in volume as Hange hit you deeper and hit against your g-spot. “Don’t hide your moans from daddy. Let people know who’s making you feel so good” they growled into your ear, as they pulled on your hair with their other hand, lapping at the tears which stained your face.
“Ah! Yes, fuck yes! Hange please!” you cried out
“Who’s making you feel this good, huh? Who’s fucking you like the bitch in heat you are?” they groaned as they pound their hips into you roughly.
“Y-you are Hange! Please..fuck me like a slut!” you begged as Hange smirked before tugging you closer to them with their hand that held both your wrists, “That’s it, take daddy’s cock like a good girl” they husked and kissed and sucked at your neck, leaving hickeys in their trail as you groan.
Hange let go of your wrists and your arms landed on your sides, as they leaned in closer to your back transferring their hold from your hips to your breasts as they played with them while simultaneously thrusting into you.
You felt a tight coil start to form and you knew you were about to cum “I-I’m gonna..” Hange noticed this as your walls twitched inside them and they thrusted much harder and faster as well,
“Cum for me, kitten. You’ve earned it~” they cooed as they pounded into you and your vision was filled with white as you came, with Hange slowly thrusting into you helping you ride your high. You dropped onto the bed, panting heavily as Hange pulled out of you and flipped your positions as you were hovering over Hange as their hands were on your hips.
“H-Hange..?” you spoke as you looked at them confused
“I want you to ride me” they stated as you felt your face heat up from their forwardness.
“I- well if- if that’s what you want, then I’ll do it daddy” you spoke as you lined your entrance to the tip of their 8-inch dildo, gulping audibly as you were fearful of its massive size. You placed yourself inside it slowly but surely and yelped loudly when Hange brought you down to the base of the dildo with their hands on your hips
“Sorry, darling but daddy’s getting impatient” they grunted as they began controlling your pace while they thrust their hips in an effort to match your rhythm, your hips now moving by itself as you rode Hange who was now letting out small groans of pleasure as they felt the base touch and rub slightly at their clit.
You continued to ride them as you increased the pace at which you went and moaned when they slammed into you, your breasts bouncing from their fast pace. “Hange!” you cried as they reached to fondle your breasts.
“You look so pretty when you’re riding me, oh! How I wish you could see how you look” they exclaimed in a sex-crazed manner as they thrust into you.
After a few seconds you felt a familiar coil tighten in your stomach but before you could warn Hange, you came as your back arched from the intensity of your orgasm, your body fell on Hange’s still clothed torso as you panted heavily.
“Good girl~” they purred as they soothingly ran a hand down your back. Hange laid you down on the side of the bed as they went to stand up from the bed, chuckling a little when you mewled from the loss of contact.
“Hm? You thought we were done? I did say I was going to fuck you until you broke,” they smirked “I just need to get one more thing, and while I do, I expect you to be on your hands and knees facing away from the headboard, and wear the blindfold. You’re in for quite the surprise, kitten” they spoke before exiting the room, as you fixed yourself into your position as you placed the blindfold on your forehead before bringing it over your eyes.
You felt embarrassed as you imagined someone else walking in and finding you in such a promiscuous position, but you knew Hange and knew they locked the door as the sight of you naked and like this was for their eyes only. Your arousal spiked as you were blindfolded since you were unable to see what was happening, every part of you was now hyper aware as your body tried to make up for your lack of sight.
“I’m back princess~ I hope you didn’t wait long. Oh and I see you’re in your place, you truly are daddy’s little girl, aren’t you?” Hange exclaimed as their voice was downright sinful and you shivered in your place wondering what they had in store for you.
Hange carried a full length mirror in both their hands and propped it a few feet away from you, they smirked once it was in the perfect position before stepping away to open their button-up shirt but not quite removing it fully, their nipples hardening from the cool air. Hange approached the bed and climbed onto it as they were now behind you, their hand trailing down your spine liking the way you shuddered from their unexpected touch, as they’d been silent before leading up to you.
“H-Hange” you breathed out in a quiet voice and Hange grabbed both of your hips as they inserted the dildo which was still strapped onto them into your dripping entrance and you moaned as your body was much more sensitive than before due to the blindfold.
Hange thrust into you and their hand slithered to your clit as they began to rub the bundle of nerves, while their other hand fondled your breast as their fingers rolled and pinched your nipple. They leaned in close to you and blew into your ear, making you shiver in the process, before gently nipping at the shell of your ear.
“Do you want to take off your blindfold, princess?” they whispered into your ear and you immediately nodded your head and they snickered lightly before moving to remove your blindfold, you squint your eyes at the sudden exposure to light, but as you surveyed your surroundings, your eyes widened seeing the very obvious mirror in front of you and flushed in embarrassment.
“I- Hange..what-“ you turned your head trying to look anywhere but in front as you were now heavily embarrassed with seeing your reflection in the mirror.
Hange gripped your chin and forced your head back to look at yourself in the mirror “You’re going to watch me as I fuck you like a slut, clear?” they breathed into your ear and tugged lightly on your earlobe with their teeth, you nodded and they praised you, before continuing to thrust into you as you watched yourself in the mirror.
You noted your tear-stained face, your face flushed in embarrassment as you focused your gaze to Hange who smirked as you met their light brown eyes.
“Enjoying the view princess~? ‘Cause I am” they teased and your face heated up and you stuttered trying to answer them but only moaned when they pound their hips continuously.
“Oh fuck, oh Hange, faster please” you begged as they moved their hips faster, moving their hands back to your hips as they pulled you back to hit deeper into you.
“Fuck, Y/N. You’re so tight for me” Hange groaned and once again grabbed both your wrists with their hand, bringing their other hand to trail up from your breast and wrapped around your neck, choking you lightly as Hange leaned in to lick along your spine and moved up to the back of your neck as you shivered in pleasure.
“Look at yourself, doll. Look at how good you look while I fuck you” Hange spoke and you looked into the mirror, face flushing from your position, your eyes shifting from you to Hange who’s eyes looked back at you from the mirror, their eyes darkened in lust and they pushed you forward as you fell on the bed
“Oh fuck Y/N, I can’t hold back anymore” they spoke hurriedly as they gripped your ass, ramming into you as you moaned loudly, their pace moving at breakneck speed and you were sure you were about to cum from your view in the mirror of Hange pounding into you as if you were just their little plaything.
“Ah! Fuck, oh god, fuck yes! Just like that, daddy!” you cried out as they moved impossibly faster, now leaning in close to you with their chest pressing into your back as they hugged your waist, rapidly thrusting in and out of you.
You moaned and screamed a mix of profanities and Hange’s name as they made you drown in the pleasure of being fucked like a ragdoll, as Hange showed no signs of stopping their rough treatment of your body.
After a while of being pounded into, having your guts rearranged, and being turned inside out, you started feeling light-headed and most likely dizzy from the pleasure as another familiar coil formed in your stomach.
“Ngh! Oh, fuck, Hange I’m gonna-“ you cried and they nipped at your skin, placing hickeys on your shoulder.
“Just hold out for a bit, baby” they muttered as they thrust into you a few times, with you crying out as you suddenly came as you arched your back feeling your orgasm hit you in waves, while Hange helped bring you down from your high and trailed kisses across your skin.
Once the waves died down, Hange took off the strap and put everything they used away, and came back to the bed as you and Hange now laid on the bed together with your head on their chest and their arm wrapped along your waist, the other one gently resting on your head as they whispered sweet nothings in your ear.
“Was I too rough on you darling?” they asked, voice laced with concern wondering if they may have gone a little too far.
“No, you were perfect. That..that was so hot” you stammered, a bit embarrassed from your words and with the scenes of Hange dominating you replayed in your mind. “I’m gonna have a hard time covering these hickeys” you chuckled lightly as Hange blushed a bit
“..I’m sorry, I may have gone a bit too far with them..but at least everyone will know you’re mine” they teased and laughed when your face slightly heated up before kissing you on your forehead, to your nose, and on your lips.
The two of you laid in comfortable silence as you rested your head on Hange’s chest, hearing the slow comforting beats of their heart. You were home.
You looked up at Hange and noticed they’d already fallen asleep, you smiled and snickered lightly seeing some drool on the corner of their mouth.
“Well, I was only ever yours to begin with” you spoke softly, readjusting your position as you fell asleep on them.
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Todoroki x reader- Fix you with gold
Angst + Villain reader Au
Quirk: kintsugi- you can manipulate strings of gold hardening it as soon as you need to you can also remelt it.
Crimson lights flooded the bare brick room as you watched from the corner waiting for your dear hero to wake up. Shoto todoroki. You had been well acquainted a few years back. When you haven't been coined as (y/n) (y/ln) the UA traitor but now, well not so much for obvious reasons.
Thankfully, the boy you had once loved more than anything was chained up against a chair with his head hanging low avoiding the glare of the red filter. No no this isn't your boring old yandere simulator storyline. You had no intentions of killing everyone who looked at your dear peppermint boy, you had no of killing him because you loved him that was just absolutely ridiculous... no, you were killing him because he was a hero. But was he really?
Your chair screeched as you pulled it along behind you appearing from your corner and sitting yourself down drinking a lovely tea from a beautiful porcelain cup... well, beauty is subjective. "Good morning shoto" you greeted, your cheery attitude slipping between your grit teeth. Yes, today would be a good day "lovely day, isn't it? For a little chit chat hm?" silence. Once again your response was silence "oh come on my little hero I know you're not dead. Yet" it was a fun game you two had. You would talk, he would not, but all your conversations were rather one-sided and you decided chess was more fun with 2 people. Today was going to be the day you broke him once again.
"Shoto, are you interested in what would happen to you if you keep up this silly game of silence?" you asked and finished off the tea spinning the handle around your index finger. You stood up and launched the cup against the wall fragmenting into small pieces that rained down like drops of blood, he winced knowing that the cup was expensive and not easily found. rich boys and their pottery. "I wonder how easily you shatter compared to a teacup. Shall we find out?"
You put your finger on his chin and forced his head up to look at you. His mismatched eyes bore into you with sadness "I used to love you" he whispered. You let go of him and maniacal laugh erupted from inside you which bounced off the walls into his ears "Shoto you still love me. You want me to change my ways and go back to the way I was, maybe join you as your sidekick hm?" he looked at you his eyes wide with the kindling of hope "WELL NEWSFLASH HERO I never was that girl. I was a lie, a book wrote and edited to suit you" you watched as the hope dwindled away the kindles blowing out in the icy wind of your words you leaned down to his ear and whispered "everything you saw in me was an illusion. I could never be a hero, do you know why? Because heroes aren't real"
you stood back up stretching your arms behind your back a Cheshire smile graced your face. "you still have so much time to join me sho, no ones coming to find you, dearest" you sat back down on your chair leaning forward on your hand "you're a villain (y/n) there isn't a way in hell you could convince me to come to your side" you bit the inside of your cheek and pushed yourself off the chair and walking up to him, your face barely inches apart. You kicked his chair over, flicking a butterfly knife out holding it close to his neck "NO. I'M THE GOOD GUY HERE I-IM THE GOOD ONE. YOUR NO HERO I'M CLOSER TO A HERO THAN YOU'LL EVER BE" you spat while he struggled on his back like a helpless tortoise. You were in the right of course you were. Heroes aren't real anymore just read the news the hierarchy was crumbling and the ones who were at the top had the furthest to fall.
No one needs saviours anymore. "Your insane (y/n) your sick please just let me help you" you hated it when they told you that "SHUT UP. I'M NOT I'M NOT I'M NOT. I'M NORMAL. YOU'RE THE SICK ONE YOU KNOW WHY" you pushed the knife up drawing pinpricks of blood that trickled to the floor slowly "because you crave to feed a hunger you cannot satisfy. You want to save as many people as possible, lock up all the villains yes?" he couldn't look away from the intense expression that hadn't left your face since he told you you were a villain "what happens when you lock up the villains hm? When you run out of people to save? Who runs wild through the city then? You pump out heroes every day leaving less and less for you and between you and me it looks like your going to run out of us soon" you pulled the knife back and todoroki released the breath stored up. Now he looked at it, you weren't wrong? What would happen when the villains disappeared. The heroes that were supposed to make people feel safe no matter what had struck fear into the hearts of every civilian in the world, no one dared to steal, to murder, to light their fires across the country for them to trace back to a warehouse in the middle of the wood?
No, he couldn't be thinking about that. He was a hero through and through you wouldn't change his mind with a petty butterfly knife. You scoffed at his pathetic state squirming under you and stood up pulling his chair back up along with you "you're still so handsome shoto, it really would be the biggest shame to ruin you" you sighed remembering a time when you truly wanted to be with him no matter what. But your ideologies just weren't compatible. "Do you know what happens when you mix bleach and rubbing alcohol?" you pulled a bottle of anti-septic out of your pocket and slipped a white cloth down from your sleeve to your hand "no answer? Or are you being ignorant again" he pursed his lips keeping his words sealed in the front of his mouth "fine. Let me show you." you poured the anti-septic on the cloth and walked up to the gorgeous boy in front of you stooping down "last chance my love" he looked at the wall and you groaned in annoyance. You forced the cloth in front of his mouth and nose and smiled sweetly "you make chloroform"
Day 2
Well, it turns out yesterday wasn't the day. But he was getting close you could feel it, you would take a slightly softer approach today there was another name for this, manipulation. "Morning shoto, are you feeling chatty today?" he looked up from his chair quickly when you entered. Despite what others thought, you weren't completely heartless, you would bring him food and water, and for a hostage, it was pretty good food. Maybe it was the remnants of your love that made you treat him differently. You unlocked his chains and passed him his plate. He knew there was no chance of escape, he had tried and failed a hundred times, he couldn't use his quirk in this room, and you were waiting around every corner when he tried to run.
"You know what I really don't understand shoto?" you wandered around the ruby room admiring the walls that kept him inside "when I first met you you said you despised your father and you would go against him in every way possible" he ceased eating at the mention of his father his appetite suddenly lost in the crowd of emotions "so why even become a hero. Why did you not run off? be the opposite of what he ever told you to be?" you were getting there you could feel it ripping through the air. He was lost, and confused? Who did he want to be? Certainly not anything like his father? Why did he ever want to be a hero? To save children who had to bear what he bore, why should he care for them if no hero ever cared for him "as I see it your father is worse than ever is he not? He lost Touya, he can't find you, he's wearing fuyumi and natsuo away desperate to have his perfect creation. Wouldn't now be the best time to join me sho" the plate hit the floor splitting apart just like his own sanity. Here we go. This would be so fun.
You sat cross-legged on the floor in front of him and picked up the pieces of the broken plate stacking them in your hand "you've heard of kintsugi I assume?" of course he had he grew up with everything, he nodded hesitantly his dual coloured fringe hanging in front of his eye as he leaned over watching you intently. You started laying the pieces of the plate out like a jigsaw fitting them together perfectly "if you just took my offer sho..." you started pushing the pieces together and lines of gold brushed over the old cracks, you lifted up the plate and put it on his lap "I could fix you up with gold" you whispered he gulped and traced his finger over the gold that welded the plate making it better than before. "We could get to know each other again. Love each other REALLY love each other shoto please I'm begging you" you really hated playing the broken lover card especially to someone you truly did love, and of course, you wanted to know him all over again but the begging really was a chore you had to fake so much emotion.
"I-i missed you (y/n) I really did I want you to come back to me the way you were before. Don't do this please" he begged. He knew this was it. He couldn't hang on any longer he had missed you for so long he couldn't stand being away from you again and ... you were right! Why should he strive to be a hero when none had ever cared for him when he was almost dead, beaten up by his own father who had the audacity to call himself a hero. He was nothing more than the creature to be puppeteered by Viktor Frankenstein. "THIS IS ME. can't you see that shoto this is who I am? The way I was before was fictional I tailored for you" you brushed your hand across his scarred cheek and brushed his hair out of his face "but you could know me, you could love me like this, couldn't you. You just need to join my side."
he looked at you, taking in your details for the first time in 4 years. You're (e/c) orbs didn't even try to attempt hiding the craziness behind them, the way your grin had a sadistic twist that could make any god coil in fear, your (h/l) (h/c) that was matted and bloody, the way the red light mimicked the bloodlust radiating off of you, yet he could still find comfort in it. "I want to know you," he said in his low monotone voice. The breaking point. You were his breaking point. "Let's get to know each other then hm?"
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Belong To Daddy ~ Im Jaebeom
WARNINGS: Smut, Daddy Kink, Unprotected Sex (wrap it up), Dom/Sub Scenarios, Choking, Voyeurism, Slight Yandere, Corruption.
I was expecting Daddy to be home any minute to help me out, and who I thought was Daddy, ended up being Mark...Daddy is gonna be so pissed.
A/N: ah yes, I wrote this a while ago but haven’t been able to post it because I’ve been trying to focus on my Promise You story but of course, I have writer’s block. Anyways, as usual I am tagging @yanderejb because I love them and they are gonna get tagged in every Jb fic I post whether they like it or not >:)
I kept clenching my thighs together to get some type of friction from the arousal I felt. I held the phone to my ear as I called Jaebeom, I knew he was on his way home but I needed something to get me through the next several minutes until he got home. ”Yes Kitten?” I heard from the other end of the line, ”Daddy, ” I whimpered as I rubbed my thighs against each other. ”What's the matter Kitten?” ”I’ve been a good girl, right?” I asked in a small voice. I heard him chuckle lightly ”You’ve been so good lately, I'm so proud of you, ” he began, ”What do you need Kitten?” ”Can I please touch myself, I promise I won't cum until you get here, I just need some relief” I begged softly.
There was a moment of silence before he spoke ”Okay Kitten, you can touch yourself, but do not cum until I get there. I'm the only one that's allowed to make you cum, ” he said sternly. ”Of course Daddy! I promise!” ”I’ll be home in a few minutes baby, ” he said to me before he hung up. I put my phone down and quickly slipped my clothes off, I roll onto my side then spread my legs and begin to rub my clit. Soft moans left my mouth and I kept my eyes closed as I tried to imagine Jaebeom being there and being the one touching me, wishing he would get home sooner, then suddenly I felt the bed dip behind me and a mouth attack my neck.
The lips felt strange but I didn't think too much of it because it had to be Jaebeom, he grabbed my hand and replaced it with his, his hands felt different too, and although it didn't stop the moans that were pouring out of me, it still didn't feel right. He pushed two fingers into me and I let out a whine ”Daddy...” ”That’s right baby, let Daddy know how good he's making you feel, ” a voice that wasn't Jaebeom’s said against my neck. I immediately widened my eyes and tense up after turning my head and seeing Mark. ”What’s the matter, baby? I'm making you feel good aren't I?” he smirked and started fingering me faster.
I let out a moan on accident and tried stopping him ”Mark, what the fuck?! I thought you were Jaebeom!” I shouted as I started pushing him away from me. He pulled his fingers out of me and grabbed my chin, ”You need to watch your fucking mouth, little one, ” he said harshly. I grabbed his hand and pushed it roughly away from my face ”Jaebeom is gonna home any minute now, ” I threatened which made him laugh, ”So?” he pushed me back onto the bed and hovered over me, ”Maybe I should start fucking you and show you how better I am than him, ” he said. My eyes widen as he started to unbuckle his pants, but he was pulled off of me be he could even get his pants down, I look up and see Jaebeom fuming as he held Mark by his shirt.
I took the opportunity and grabbed Jaebeom’s shirt that I was wearing previously and quickly slipped it on, hugging my legs as I watched everything happen. ”Trying to fuck my Kitten? Like fucking hell you will, ” Jaebeom yelled and threw Mark against the wall, then drawing back and punching him a couple of times. Mark had sunk to the floor in pain and Jaebeom grabbed the rope he had in his closet, it happened to be the same rope he used on Jackson when Jackson tried this same stunt. Jaebeom pulled Mark up and threw him into the chair we had in our room, he tied him up and made sure he couldn't get free
. ”I swear to God. First Jackson, now you? Which friend is next to try and pull this shit?” he muttered darkly. Mark sat there limp in the chair as Jaebeom came over to me, I looked up and quickly moved to the edge of the bed, I threw my arms around him and buried my head in his chest ”Daddy, I'm sorry! I thought he was you, he was behind me when he started touching me!” I explained quickly to Jaebeom. Jaebeom’s eyes went even darker, he was seething with rage. ”He touched you?” Jaebeom asked. I looked up at him and saw he was staring at Mark, the look in his eyes alone could kill him, Mark cowered in fear and tried to apologize ”I’m so-” ”I don't want to hear it!” Jaebeom shouted ”How dare you even think about touching my Kitten, ” he said as he turned back to me and caressed my face.
Mark scoffed and quietly mumbled ”Well she liked me touching her, ” Jaebeom turned to go after him but I grabbed him and pulled him back towards me. ”Daddy, he's just trying to get a rise out of you!” I said trying to calm him down. ”You know only you can make me feel good, only you can make me cum.” I softly grab his face and turn it towards mine ”Besides, I wouldn't even want him, he's weak, he wouldn't know how to take care of me, ” I began ”I mean, just look at him Daddy, he's cowering because he's scared of you, he's not a real man, ” I tell him. He glances at Mark and smirks, ”Maybe you should show him what real man is, ” I suggested.
He looks back at me and grips my ass before slapping it, ”Go to the middle of the bed, Kitten, ” he ordered as he undid his tie. I crawled to the middle of the bed and sat, Jaebeom unbuttoned his shirt then also moved onto the bed, he got behind me and pulled me against his chest. He began kissing my neck, I melted into him and rubbed my thighs together, seeing this he immediately forced my legs apart, so now everything was on display for Mark. Mark lightly groaned at the sight, his jaw slack as he saw how wet I was. Jaebeom looked at him and chuckled, ”I know, the of sight of her is so...Captivating.” he turned my head towards his as he finished, then kissed me with hunger.
His hand touched my core and he groaned as he pulled back from the kiss, ”Oh Kitten, you’re so ready for me, aren't you?” I frantically nodded which made him slap my thigh, ”Use your words, Kitten.” he growled into my ear, ”Y-Yes, Daddy, ” I whimpered. He rubbed my folds then pushed two fingers into me, I let out a mewl as he pumped his finger in and out of me, curling them so he hit my g spot each time. His head dropped to my neck again and started to mark me, so everyone knew who I belonged to. ”D-Daddy, I'm so close, ” I whine out as I feel my stomach tighten. His pace gets faster and his thumb begins to rub my clit, ”Let go, Kitten, ” he commands.
My hand reaches behind his neck and my other grabs the bedsheets as I come undone on his fingers, Mark licks his lips as he watches the arousal leak out of me. Jaebeom pulls his fingers out then brings them to his lips, he begins to suck on them and his eyes roll back as he savors the dew I left on them. ”Her taste is so sweet, I would taste her all day if I could.” Mark shifted in his seat, choking back moans as he tried to conceal his boner. Jaebeom had such an evil smirk displayed on his face, kissing my neck once more, he motioned for to go on all fours, still facing Mark. I arched my back so my ass was in the air and the rest of my body was laying on the bed.
Jaebeom pushed his pants down and lined up with my entrance, ”Such a good Kitten, ” he praised as he gripped my hips and pushed into me. I let out a soft moan and he let me adjust to him for a second before he started to slam into me over and over again. He grabbed my hair and pulled me up to him, ”I think you know what to say to little Markie over there, ” he growled into my ear. I nodded and tried choking down my moans, I look Mark in the eye and begin ”Jaebeom is m-my Daddy, only he c-can be my Daddy, ” Jaebeom’s thrusts got faster, ”Only D-Daddy can make me feel this way, I only belong to him, ” I cry out.
My stomach tightened and I whine to Jaebeom, ”Daddy, I'm close, ” his hand goes to my throat, ”Cum for me, Kitten.” I whimper as I release around his dick, his grip gets tighter and he let's go right after me and drops his head onto my shoulder, moaning out and biting down. He let's go of my neck and pulls out, I collapse onto the bed, panting as Jaebeom gets dressed. Mark’s eyes stayed locked onto my worn out figure, Jaebeom walks over to me and pets my head, ”Kitten, you get some rest, I'll be back to play some more. But first Mark and I are going to have a talk about touching what's mine, ” he says while glaring at Mark, making him gulp. I nod and give him a kiss before slipping his shirt back on and lay on his side of the bed, the last thing I see before closing my eyes was Mark getting dragged out of the room
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Golden |Drew Soulmate AU| Two|
A/n lowkey ngl im like really proud of this chapter. i really hope y’all like it. also idk if i wanna write a smutty chapter for the next part. i’d love to hear your opinion on if i should or not because ive never written smut before so itd probably be trash so...... whatcha think?
Warning: Swearing, kinda fast paced (wish it was slow burn but i dont have the attention span for that), mentions of vomit (at the end)
Word Count: Approx 1.9 k
APRIL 22ND 2020 12:32PM
“I’m going to shit myself.” Y/n said, moving the same strand of hair out of her face.
“Well that’s a really cute dress, you better fucking not.” Naya tutted from her position leaning against her bedroom wall.
“Okay. I’ve got this, right?”
“Yes! Now go get yo man! He’s still outside waiting for you.”
Y/n smiled at her reflection and let Naya drag her out into the hall. Naya walked over to the door and looked out the peephole.
“You didn’t tell me that he was that hot.”
Y/n pushed her out of the way to look through the peephole. Drew was leaning against a street pole and damn did he look good.
“Go get him girly.”
Y/n opened the door, Drew standing up straight at the sound of the door being opened. Drew’s heart stopped. She looked gorgeous and damn red was definitely her colour.
“Wow, you look, wow, you’re gorgeous.” Drew smiled as Y/n did a little twirl in response.
Y/n giggled and linked her arm through his. They walked down the street together to a small coffee shop that Drew said sold “chocolate chip cookies so good you’ll never be able to eat another cookie again”.
“The outside of your apartment looks nice.” Drew teased as they rounded the corner together.
Y/n blushed, sputtering out an apology. Naya hated having guests in their apartment even if it was for a few minutes.
“You’re cute when you blush.” Drew smiled down at Y/n, his hair flopping down against his forehead.
“You’re cute.” Y/n stated, spinning around so she was facing him while she walked backwards in front of Drew.
Drew reached out and took Y/n’s hands in his to make sure she wouldn’t fall over. Y/n’s skin tingled as their fingers interlocked. Damn, she could get used to this.
“Am I now?” Drew chewed on his lower lip as a rosy blush grew across his cheekbones. Drew chewing on his bottom lip when he got complimented made Y/n wanna compliment him for the rest of eternity.
“I suppose.” Y/n shrugged.
Drew gently tugged Y/n’s hands in protest, laughing along with her.
"How long have you been living in LA?" Drew asked, still holding Y/n’s hand.
"About a year or so. Naya, my roommate, we went to high school together and we were best friends. She wants to sing and well her dream brought us here."
"What about you?" Drew asked, tilting his head to look at her.
"What about me?"
"You told me why Naya's here, why are you here?"
"I wanna write. Or paint. I don't really know. Naya knew what she wanted, I'm just along for the ride." She shook her head in embarrassment. "What are you doing here?"
Drew smiled. "I'm an actor. I moved here from North Carolina to find my big break." Drew chuckled.
“Have you found it yet?” Y/n looked up at him as Drew stopped outside the coffee shop. It was a small building on the corner of the street, with window boxes filled with artificial blue carnations.
“I don’t know.” Drew smiled a sad smile before reaching forward and opening the door to the coffee shop, the smell of freshly baked cookies hitting Y/n instantly. Although the place was small, the inside felt bigger than it actually was. There were an elderly couple sitting in the corner beside the door and a young woman sat in the far corner working on a laptop with a forgotten cup of coffee beside her.
“This place is beautiful.” Y/n sighed in pleasure, Drew grinning as he took her hand and pulled her over to a table in the left hand corner beside a small window. Drew pulled out Y/n’s chair for her, she laughed.
“And who said chivalry is dead?” Drew sat down across from her, trying to focus so much on how beautiful she looked when she laughed.
“It’s easy to be chivalrous when it comes to you.” Drew shrugged, looking down at the table trying to ignore the rising blush on his cheeks. He had never felt like this about anyone before, they barely knew each other but already he craved to be closer to her. He needed to know everything about her, he needed to touch every inch of her skin, he needed her like an alcoholic needed a shot of whiskey. And with every passing second it just got worse. He was addicted. And so was she.
APRIL 22ND 2020 2:56PM
They walked out of the café, giggling and talking about everything and nothing at all. All they knew was that this date couldn’t end, not yet anyway.
“Wanna go to the beach? My car is parked around the corner.” Drew asked standing in front of Y/n, basking in her presence, their fingers still interlocked.
Y/n couldn't agree fast enough. Drew’s car was parked just a few feet down the street from the coffee shop, “I might have gone in before our date to ask them to save that table for us.”
Y/n climbed into the passenger seat and Drew drove them to the beach. Y/n reached over intertwining her pinky finger in his as he drove.
She stared out the window, hypnotised by the passing trees. Drew sneaked glances at her, hypnotised by Y/n.
From the Dining Table softly played in the background of their moment. Y/n basking in the presence of her soulmate, Drew basking in the presence of a girl he wished to know. So far from each other despite their interlocked pinky fingers all because of a bond meant to bring them together.
APRIL 22ND 2020 5:57PM
“You’re so golden.” Y/n muttered at Drew as she ran her fingers through his hair. They lay beside each other on an old ratty blanket Drew found in the trunk of his car. Drew’s hands were placed firmly on her waist, rubbing small circles on her still slightly damp skin from when he chased her along the shore.
Drew stared longingly at her lips, trying to tear his gaze away. He was not one to kiss on the first date and the last thing he wanted was to scare her off.
“Am I now?” Drew teased, tugging on his bottom lip with his teeth.
Without thinking Y/n reached out and removed his lip from between his teeth. Him chewing his bottom lip did unholy things to her.
Drew swallowed as Y/n kept her thumb on his lip, carefully rubbing it before moving her hand to rest on his jaw.
Drew’s voice was hoarse, sending shivers down her spine as he said, “I really fucking want to kiss you right now.”
Y/n licked her lips, as Drew’s hand made their way to rest on her hips. “Please,” she whispered, taking in shallow breaths, “kiss me.”
Drew pulled her into him as he pressed his lips to hers, her hands instantly found their place in his hair. The kiss was slow and soft, all movements gentle and cautious despite the hunger in both of their chests.
Drew slowly pulled away, resting his forehead against Y/n’s as the both tried to collect their breaths. It was pointless as the more they tried to catch their breath, all they could smell was each other and before they knew it their lips were crashing back together.
This was needier but slow and sensual. Drew lay on his back, pulling Y/n on top of him to straddle his waist.
One of her hands was under his chin, ensuring that his lips never left hers. Drew’s hands were on the small of her back until one slowly crept up to her hair and the other under her jacket, pressing her even closer to his chest.
Drew slowly pulled away, taking Y/n’s bottom lip in between his teeth, drawing a moan from her as she devoured his lips again.
The connection between them, their soulmate connection, tugged at Y/n until they separated, Drew held her close to his chest. As he told her a story about his time in college, Y/n couldn’t ignore the fear that he’d never realise they were soulmates. Remembering the address that Naya wrote in her phone, Y/n swallowed her fear and enjoyed this moment with Drew.
APRIL 25TH 2020 1:28PM
“Mrs Lopez, I’m Y/n L/n, I’m Naya’s best friend. I need your help.” Y/n stood on the steps outside of a two storey house with vines growing on the walls and an arch of flowers over the front gate.
An elderly woman of average height opened the door, she had dark skin which was wrinkled with age although she held a youthful aura about her.
“Of course, soulmate problems eh? Come on in Chiquita.”
Y/n walked into her house, silently wondering how she knew that she had soulmate problems. Mrs Lopez led her into a small room at the front of the house that smelt of incense. Mrs Lopez gestured to Y/n to sit down at a small table as she took a seat across from her.
“What’s wrong, honey?”
“I, well I, I think I found my soulmate.” Y/n stuttered, she felt foolish but she was desperate.
“Bonita that’s wonderful. What’s worrying you?” Mrs Lopez reached over and took Y/n hands in hers.
“He doesn’t know. He has no clue we’re soulmates and it’s killing me.” Y/n groaned, the pain in her chest returning.
“Oh you poor thing. That is unusual.” Mrs Lopez clicked her tongue, she released Y/n’s hands and poured her cup of hot chamomile tea.
“Are you sure that he’s yours? Sometimes emotions can cloud our spiritual judgements.”
“Yes. I know. He’s just, I know Mrs Lopez.” Mrs Lopez smiled a sad smile when her nose scrunched up suddenly.
“What age is he? When’s his birthday?”
“Em, November fourth, I believe. He’ll be turning 27.”
“Oh Amor.” Mrs Lopez shook her head as she stood up and started rummaging in her drawers.
“What? What’s wrong?” Y/n sat up, watching as Mrs Lopez walked around the room with surprising grace for her age.
Mrs Lopez didn’t respond as she walked back over to Y/n, a small bottle in her hand.
“We have the same soulmate through every lifetime. We may have different bodies, but the soul remembers. Something must have happened to him in his past life that is blocking him from remembering you in this life. You need to get him to remember what happened.” Mrs Lopez handed Y/n the bottle, “A few drops of this in a drink or in food until the memory returns should do the trick. It should take about three months to work. It’s just a herbal remedy, so it’s perfectly safe.”
Y/n held the bottle in her hands, she could solve this.
“Sometimes, the universe is wrong. Make sure you actually want this, you have the choice to choose if you want him to remember you. Some people don’t get that luxury.” Mrs Lopez sounded like she spoke from experience.
“But what did you need to know his birthday for?” Y/n watched as Mrs Lopez’s face fell in melancholy.
“Have you ever heard of the 27 club?”
“You mean the conspiracy about a bunch of celebrities dying at 27?” Y/n chuckled in confusion.
“There’s a reason. Soulmates are precious and rare so you only have so long to form the bond with them.” Y/n felt sick, “You have until their 27th birthday. But sometimes we run out of time and sometimes people can’t handle it.”
“Why? What happens if I can’t get Drew to remember me before his 27th birthday?”
“Amor,”
“Please. Mrs Lopez tell me.”
“You’ll forget. Both of you will forget that you ever met each other and every memory you have together, will leave you. You’ll only be left with a feeling that something is missing.”
Now Y/n was going to be sick.
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taako meets death (again)
(also posted to my ao3)
taako has met two raven queens in his life before now.
well, close enough, at least. most - though not all - of the worlds the starblaster had traveled to had gods, and surprisingly enough, those gods were usually - though not always - strikingly similar to their homeworlds gods. (this was useful, because one of the crews number relied very heavily on a certain nature god for his magic. luckily, the nature or life god of each world always seemed to have a soft spot for little old merle, even if they werent merles traditional cloven-hoofed pan.)
twice, taako had met the death god - someone equivalent to faeruns raven queen.
this had led to taakos understandable trepidation upon kravitz finally putting his foot down and insisting taako meet his mother boss.
the first time taako had met a raven queen, she had been… overwhelming. the light of creation had fallen into a forest dedicated to her and her followers, and the head acolyte refused to give the wandering crew the light unless they first received permission from the queen.
the crew had agreed, with no other option, bracing themselves to firmly explain the direness of the situation. surely a goddess would be intelligent enough to understand.
that raven queen had burst into a forest cleaning in an explosion of black feathers, half illusion, half steel, so that when lup brushed the smoky feathers from her eyes they blurred and dissipated, but when magnus tried the same thing he yelped and brought his hand back bleeding.
that raven queens laughter had been eerie and echoing, almost but not quite mocking, almost but not quite infectious, almost but not quite joyous. the crew had stood firm and offered their argument, and the queen had given them tests and tokens and bargains and tricky promises with too many clauses and loopholes and at the end of it all the ipres numbers had been halved and the rest were weary and worn as they caught the light of creation and fled with only minutes to spare, the faelike laughter of death following them terribly even through the overwhelming cacophony of the hungers assault.
that laughter had trailed after them longer, if only in their heads. taako would be making stir fry, planning outfits, swapping merles shampoo for hair-loss potions, when hed have to sit down suddenly and breathe through the musical trills of the raven queens cruel pleasure. it had seemed to bounce in his head the way a rubber ball might, ricocheting off thoughts and feelings until it rolled under a couch to be forgotten about, till some slight movement sent it rolling and bouncing about once more.
davenport had died in an illusion, thinking he was saving his crew. poor merle had been choked by his own plants, betrayal writ across hos face. barrys skin had grown sickly purple with poison - ten to one odds arent very good odds. taako doesnt forget easily. he decides the goddess of death can go fuck herself.
the second raven queen taako had met much later in their journey, and taako had met her alone.
lup and barry had become liches a few cycles back. it was something taako had still been coming to terms with.
taako loves lup. this is an immutable fact of any and every universe. taako loves lup and lup loves taako and not death or memory or space can separate them, not for long. but seeing your sister die, and then… go beyond death, to twist herself and latch on to a chance that she may never return except in madness and spite - thats a hard thing to grasp, even when she succeeds. taako had still found himself shivering when his sister forgot she had a body again and grabbed a hot pan off the stove, crying out in pain. taako still woke sweating from nightmares in which his sister and his friend flew apart and reformed as cackling red robed horrors of insanity and cruelty, too far for him to reach.
until that cycle, though, barry and lups choice had only been an asset.
but some raven queens do not take kindly to anything they see as a perversion of their domain.
barely a week into that cycle, taako had awoken from the guilty non-elven pleasure of a nap only to find himself in some cold, hard court, fashioned seemingly of steel and silver and concrete, onyx lining the floor and the only color coming from sparse sapphires sparkled throughout the long echoing hall.
at the end of it - and taako had known his eyes must have played tricks on him, because at first the being at the end of the hall seemed, while large, not much larger than a giant, but when hed called a nervous greeting his voice had echoed so awfully he knew the hall stretched much farther than hed thought and the goddess at the end of it must have been unimaginably huge.
her eyes had glinted a flinty sapphire in her carven steel face when she ordered him to defend the existence of his sister and his sisters lover.
taako had tried. he truly, truly had. but while taako is a being of preservation and caution, full of intelligence and cleverness, he is not one of cold hard logic. perhaps lucretia could have convinced this raven queen, the only of their number who had ever been able to grasp true hard reason… but taako doubts it. he had doubted it then and he doubts it even more these days.
the point is, taako, for all his love for his family and his brilliant wit and devotion (probably, in fact, because of it) taakos arguments couldnt convince that raven queen. she saw past his genuine belief that lup and barry had made a good decision, and into his fears for her, and the goddess of death had based her own argument on those. she won. taako never had a chance.
he, lup, and barry had woken up in the next cycle, newly resurrected. taako never stops feeling guilty about it.
so. yes.
taako is more than a little nervous about meeting the goddess his boyfriend serves so devotedly. but, and youd be hard pressed to convince him to admit it, taako would do anything for kravitz. and despite it all he does actually want to see what the deal is with his sister and his best friends boss, and his patron gods… friend? lover? girlfriend? taako isnt quite sure what fate and death are to each other, but its definitely something.
kravitz lays a warm hand on taakos shoulder, but taako squares them up. he can do this, for fucks sake - hes died a shitton of times, he can meet death.
the doors open and taakos breath - the only breath in this realm of the dead - catches in his throat.
taako is a die hard istus fan, and shell always be his goddess. but if taako wasnt a taken elf, hed follow the raven queen, he realizes with a startle.
shes beautiful, yes. shes gorgeous, and taakos always been weak for beauty, but hers isnt the cold hard beauty of gemstones and gold, thinks his nimble fingers snatch up and hoard in his endless pockets. the raven queen is beautiful in a way that taako cant describe as anything other than simple.
he cant pin down any features. she has a kind face, gentle hands, bright eyes, but taako can tell she is a goddess because despite staying still the image of her flicks and shifts in his head. at once she seems to have every kind face hes ever seen, even if he doesnt recognize anyone. her hands reach out to comfort him - no more than comfort - but she stands without moving in front of taako and kravitz. her eyes glitter and sparkle and crinkle up with cheerful laughter, except taako isnt entirely sure she has eyes at all, or maybe she has too many.
he thinks… he thinks maybe she has wings, or maybe theyre arms, or maybe theyre black fabric, draped around and behind and below and above her, shifting with the last breaths of every mortal in the universe. its darkness but its not scary, taako realizes, its solacing, healing, the way that he feels when dusk passes to night and the sky is huge and warm and the brush of lups hand against his as she says goodbye for the night is a relief and a love.
hello, taako, death says. its lovely to meet you.
she means it, taako knows. he can tell, somehow. shes just happy to meet him. nothing more, nothing less.
'oh,' taako says aloud, and kravitz laughs his quiet sweet dorky laugh, and the raven queen laughs too, and its just that. its just a laugh, and its a nice one.
'oh indeed,' kravitz says. 'taako, did you really think id serve a monster or a cruel master?'
'well,' taako replies hesitantly, 'honestly, homie, i kind of thought you were, and id, like, have to start some quest to slay death itself and rescue you.'
the anthropomorphic personification of death laughs again, a note of delight in her tender voice. i like him, my kravitz, she says, good job.
kravitz does the dead-reaper equivalent of blushing. taako grins a little because its very cute.
'death is different here,' taako hums. 'its… it wasnt like this anywhere else i went. it was cold, or cruel, or empty. i dunno why its different in your world.'
'then i guess we're the lucky ones, huh?' kravitz asks. taako leans up against him and murmurs an agreement. 'its why i love my job so much, why it means so much to me. its not that im some hardass, i just…'
'yea, cha'boy gets it now,' assures taako. 'still.' he looks at the ever-shifting, ever-stable face of death again. 'you better treat my boy kravitz and my lady istus well, capiche? or we will have issues.'
its a deal, taako, the raven queen says, smiling.
when taako opens his eyes, hes in his home in the material plane, and kravitz is next to him, and theyre both smiling.
#this is unedited and also i wrote it at 4am#taako#kravitz#taakitz#the raven queen#taz balance#the adventure zone balance#fanfiction#death tw#trigger warning for death because it is a fic about the goddess of death#and also taako mentions some times that they died before story and song (so they dont count)#m text#fic#text#ask to tag#o shit yea and its lowkey lowkey inspired by gaimans death because i like the idea of a nice death
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Same Sea, Same Soul, Same Heart
HAPPY HOLIDAYS YALL!!!
I’ve mentioned my nobell pirate au a few times before, but i’m finally posting it.
Danna is the daughter of a noble in Gatlon city. Gatlon is ruled by King Hugh and King Simon, members of the Renegades, the gruop that saved it from the anarchists and Ace Anarchy. Nova is the niece of Ace Anarchy and is the worlds most feared and dangerous pirate. She kidnaps Danna as ransom, and while they travel back to Danna’s father the two girls begin to realize they weren’t so different after all...
im posting this a day late, but whatever. Enjoy, and please let me know what you think i need constant validation <3
tw: guns, blood, death, violence,
wc: 1222
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Prologue
Nova ran through the streets, her dirty shirt flapping behind her. Glancing anxiously over her shoulder, she gripped the loaf of bread in her hand tighter, although no one was there. She had lost them. Slowly, Nova slowed to a halt, her breath coming out in short, painful gasps. Wincing, Nova pressed her hands to her ribs. Her skin felt paper thin, and it hung off her small form.
The warm, thick smell wafting up from the bread made her stomach rumble, but she ignored the hunger. Her family needed it more than her.
Nova groaned, then started to run once more, her bare feet slapping against the rough ground.
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“Nova! Oh, thank goodness you’re back,” Her mom said as soon as she walked through the door. She rushed over to envelop Nova in a warm hug.
“Mama! I’m fine,” She complained, struggling to escape. “Look! I got bread.” Nova proudly presented the loaf. It had gotten dirty from her hands, but it was food. The first they had had in a long time.
“Nova, where did you get this?” Her father asked, coming to them. “Did you steal it?”
“Well…” Nova looked down, and scuffed her foot against the hard packed dirt floor.
“Nova, you know I don’t want you to get caught up in crime,” her dad said. He crouched down to Nova’s level, and grasped her hands. “If you got arrested, I don’t know what I would do without you.”
“But Papa, it was so easy to take! Just sitting there. And besides, it’s not like the baker needed it. He has more than enough money already. It’s not fair! We starve, while he gets richer off of our suffering.” Nova stomped her foot hard against the ground.
Evie started to wail, and her mother cursed and hurried off.
“Look, Nova I know it doesn’t seem fair, but you have to trust that the Renegades will take care of us. It’s their job.”
“I don’t think they care about people like us,” Nova said.
“What do you mean people like us?”
“Well, like villains. This area is all criminals. All liars, and thieves. Probably murderers too.”
Her dad laughed. “Am I a criminal, little one? Do I look like a thief?”
“...No”
“Exactly. Don’t worry. If we need help, then the Renegades will give it to us. Okay, sweetheart?”
“Okay... But I’m still eating the bread.” Nova grinned, her gap toothed smile full of joy.
David Artino chuckled. “Of course you can. But save some for us.”
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Nova slept curled around Evie, sleeping well for the first time in ages. It was one of the rare quiet moments in the slums. No angry voices, or gunshots, or screams.
Of course it didn’t last long. It never did.
The door flew open, waking Nova up. A man stalked into the room. She curled back against the wall, grabbing Evie, silently begging the sleeping child to stay asleep.
“Mr. Artino,” the man said.
Her dad stood in between him and her mom.
“What do you want?”
Nova could see how scared her dad was. But he tried to remain brave.
“You’ve made some big mistakes,” the man growled. “I was hired to make sure you never make them again.”
“No… please! I can pay you. Or… or I can help out in any way. Please, don’t hurt my family.”
The man laughed. “You can’t pay me enough. You brought this upon yourself.”
He pulled out a gun, and raised it high.
He pulled the trigger.
BANG.
Her mom collapsed, blood pouring from her forehead.
Nova screamed. “Mama! No!”
“Nova, go,” Her dad yelled. “I love you so-”
BANG.
Her father slumped forwards, leaving a smear of blood on the floor.
The man grinned. “Nowhere to go now, little one,” he taunted.
Nova’s small body heaved with sobs, but somehow she summoned enough energy to bolt away from him. She flew out the door, and into the dirty streets. Doors were shut tight, and there were no sounds except the barking of stray dogs. Nova ran as fast as she could, still holding Evie tight to her chest. The baby was still asleep.
One second, Nova was sprinting through the streets, and the next she was sprawled across the ground. She must have tripped.
Her entire body was covered with scrapes, but Nova had to keep moving. She had to keep-
Where was Evie? Her baby sister wasn’t in her arms anymore.
The sleeping child had landed in an old pile of blankets. Nova gasped in relief, and rushed to her side.
While the young girl was unharmed, she was no longer asleep. Evie opened her mouth, and began to sob. Loudly.
“No, shh, shh,” Nova begged. “You have to stay quiet Evie.”
“It’s too late for that,” a low voice said.
Nova whirled around.
The man stood over them, his face splattered with her parents’ blood. He raised his gun, face emotionless.
He pulled the trigger.
BANG.
Evie’s cries stopped.
Evie’s cries stopped.
Nova fell to her knees.
BANG. BANG. BANG.
Everything Nova had ever cared about was gone. Gone forever. With three gunshots, Nova’s life disappeared.
Her father had promised that the Renegades would be there to give help when they needed it.
So where were they?
They didn’t care about her. They didn’t care about any of them.
Nova’s tears stopped, and she glared at the man holding the gun.
“You killed my family,” she hissed.
He laughed. “Don’t worry. Your next. Then this little nightmare will be over.” He raised the gun up for the fourth time.
It was going to be the last time.
Nova’s body jerked into action. She twisted her arm around the man’s, and the gun clattered to the ground. Nova lunged forwards, and picked it up with her steady fingers.
“You think you can hurt me?” The man cackled. “You have guts, I’ll give you that.”
“You killed my parents. I’m going to kill you.”
“I was doing my job. I was surviving.”
“That’s not going to be a problem anymore.”
He laughed. “Kid, stop playing. I know you can’t pull the-”
BANG.
The man fell backwards. Nova stared at the gun in her hands, dropping it like it was a snake.
“Oh, Nova. I’m so sorry,” a strong voice said. Strong arms pulled her close.
“Uncle Alec?” Nova hiccuped.
He nodded. “I stopped by your house and saw your parents. Is your sister…”
Nova shook her head. “He killed them Uncle. They’re gone. I’m alone.”
“No, Nova. You have me. I can train you to take revenge on men like him.”
“No. It wasn’t his fault. It was the Renegades. They are supposed to protect us, but they don’t care. If they did, then my parents would be alive.”
Alec grinned. “Then I’ll train you to take revenge on the Renegades. They gave you this nightmare, so you’ll be theirs.”
“Uncle Alec?” Nova asked tearfully.
“Yes Nova?”
“I don’t want to be a good guy.”
“Why would you say that?”
“Papa said that the Renegades were the good guys. I never want to be like them.”
“Then you can be a bad guy. I’ll teach you everything you need to know. I promise.” He hugged her tightly. “But you can’t call me Alec anymore. To the world, I’m Ace. Ace Anarchy.”
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SEA DRAGON’S GIFT : Part 28 of 83 : World of Sea
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SEA DRAGON’S GIFT
Part 28 of 83
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Chapter 8a: Exile’s End
Silor trimmed the sail of the boat given him by the fleet and tied the rudder. As long as the wind held reasonably steady, he would continue to head west. He stretched out on the bunk and brooded.
It makes no sense. She had me. No ship would take me in. At the gatherings end, I would have been drowned. Sarfin told me that she was behind this boat and supplies. That can’t be right! … Unless she isn’t done with me! What kind of plot does that white-haired witch brat have for me? Should I turn about and try for the Daroff fleet instead of going to the Pallant fleet?
He drifted off into a nap before he came to any conclusion. It was evening when he awoke. The boat was rocking briskly along, taking the waves quite differently than a big ship would. He was still headed west, his course only a few degrees off the sky glow left by the setting sun on high, scattered clouds. Hunger nibbled like a small fish stealing the bait from a hook.
Silor rummaged the lockers and neatly packed supplies. Most of what he found needed cooking and it was too late to set up the solar cooker. There were a few things that were ready to eat, packed where he would be sure to find them. In the package he found a note. It took a bit of work with a bow-drill fire maker to get a candle-lantern lit.
By its light he saw written in a bold hand,
Silor, Lad:
Do not despair. You have friends coming to your aid. The power of the witch does not run through the entire fleet. The more who work together against her the better our chances of freeing the fleet from her grip. Light your lanterns and keep a watch to the southeast. Do not shorten sail or alter course or we may miss you. We are coming.
Your friend, Barad, Captain of the Grandalor.
In some fear that he may already have missed them, Silor lit his other candle lanterns and set them about the boat. He ran one up to the mast-head and began to watch to the southeast.
The moons were getting low when he spied a single spark on the horizon. The light blinked in threes. He returned the blinks on one of his lanterns. The spark blinked in return … just once, then went out.
Shortly, he heard a hailing drum signaling ‘heave to’. He did, stowing lines neatly, out of habit. The dark bulk of the Grandalor, running without visible lights of any kind, blotted out the setting moons. Lines were heaved and secured.
Silor was a born deck-hand, otherwise known as a rigging-rat (though what a rat might be, none knew), and did not wait for a ladder. He was up the swaying line to the deck in a moment. A dark-lantern was uncovered, shining full on him and revealing little of its holder.
“Come wit’ m’,” said a feminine voice. The woman led the way aft and down a companion-way. At the foot of the ladder was a clean, tidy, lighted corridor with sliding doors. One was open a crack. His companion and guide put out her lantern, opening the door on the lantern’s back and neatly snuffing the wick between her fingers. Placing it on a shelf, she straightened and Silor saw her medium brown hair with its complex braid and fall.
He recognized her at once, both from the descriptions and gossip that had been flying about the Gathering and from glimpses got while watching the feast that he had not attended. Before he could speak she held her right hand to her lips and put the left on the hilt of her knife.
“Shoosh, lad,” she whispered. “Oi need t’ know wye ye wadnae come t’ our wedding-feast. Oi did spy ye near. ‘Ave ye ‘ate for us?”
While he was still unsnarling the tangled net of her Arrakan accent, she moved. Her foot behind his knee, a sudden shove and he was on the deck, a knife at his throat.
“No! No! It was the witch! You were sitting next to her! I was afraid to go in for fear that she would do worse to me than she already had!”
Her brow wrinkled in thought but at least she pulled back the knife. “T’e wicken? T’e w’ite ‘aired girl?” Kurin a witch? Can he really believe such idiocy? Barad did say that he was seriously beached on dry land.
A cabin door opened and Captain Barad emerged. Saying with concern, “What’s happened, my dear? Did you stumble? Was Doctor Corin wrong to take you off the invalid list?”
“Nae, m’ ‘eart. Oi but asked a quest’n. ‘E’s answered ‘t.”
She stood, letting her knife dangle casually in her left hand, ready for instant use.
Barad grinned at the little tableau for a moment admiring the combat skill that he had just seen through the slightly opened door. You still surprise me, my Love. I saw that bit. When did you learn Arrakan Jitsu? Your mother must have taught it to you. He held the door wide and said, “Come in, Silor, and you too, Lady Tanlin. We have much to discuss.” He shut the door behind them.
Barad waived Silor to a comfortable chair and took one himself. “Will you sit, Tanlin? We are not Captain, Captain’s wife and a crewman. For now, we must be three friends with a common interest and goal.
Tanlin sat reluctantly, giving Silor a dark glance.
“Oi dinnae trust ‘im. Tis nae t’ late t’ send ‘im bock t’ sea.”
“My Dear,” said Barad mildly, “we went to much trouble to get this young man for our cause. Without taking the trouble to find if he can help us, it would make little sense to send him away.”
“Ye’re right, o’ course, Oi’m t’inkin’ wit’ m’ feelings, nae for t’e good o’ m’ ship. Oi‘ll put t’e safety o’ t’e ship forst.”
“Silor, do you know how you offended Tanlin?”
Hesitantly he answered, “Is it because I didn’t go to your wedding feast?”
Tanlin waived a hand toward Silor and said earnestly to Barad, “Luve, tis m’ custom t’at’s involved. Oi should explain.”
She turned to face Silor squarely. “In t’e Arrakan fleet t’ere are twa kinds o’ reason t’ miss a wedding feast. T’ey are bot’ ‘onorable. If ye are detained by illness, duty, or distance is ane reason. Such folk usually try t’ send word or congratulations. Tis a gaffe nae t’. T’e ot’er does as ye did, an’ ‘angs about near t’e feast, t’ be openly seen as nae goin’. T’ey’re ‘onestly statin’ dislike or worse. T’at’s wye Oi worried about bringin’ ye on t’ our ship.”
Silor cast his eyes down and slumped. “If I had known your custom I would have sent you my words of congratulation publicly. Captain Barad has known me for five Gatherings and even offered me a berth on the Grandalor for the last two Gatherings. He knows that I meant you no offense.” He raised his eyes and looked directly into hers. “I can only say that I am sorry.”
“So tell m’, ‘elp m’ t’ understand wye ye stayed away like an enemy.”
“It was fear. Not of you. Nor of you either, Captain. It was the other one there with you. The Dragon-witch.”
Tanlin leaned back in her chair and laughed. Not at all what either Silor or Barad had expected. “‘Er! A young girl o’ twel’, maybe t’irteen Gat’erings? A Dragon-wicken!” She wiped an eye and looked at her husband. The solemn look he gave back silenced her. “Ye really mean t’is, donnae ye, Luve?”
Barad nodded. “Most Dragon-witches are frauds. They have some small slight of hand or other trick that they use to overawe people. They always let it be known ‘what they are’, usually to a few at first. Then, when rumor has grown enough, they declare themselves and rule by fear until exposed.”
“So ‘oo ‘as she confided in? Oi saw nae sign o’ fear in any but ‘im.” She pointed at Silor.
Solemnly Barad said, “Most Dragon-witches are frauds. This girl is one of the rare exceptions. You may ask anyone. She spent most of a Gathering learning from the wisest and most dangerous of the Great Sea Dragons, Blind Mecat herself. She has very subtly insinuated herself into the very fabric of the fleet.
“She has no need of fear. Adult Captains and Masters treat her as an equal. I doubt that she will ever try to rule the fleet or all of those in it. She has the power to silently govern those who do rule. It is always done with debate and differences of opinion but in the end she has her way. She is insidious.
“Kurin became the youngest apprentice in the fleet. Two Gatherings faster than is normal, she became the youngest journeyman in fleet history. She remains unseen, hidden by being out in the open.
“Ask Silor. He has lived with her nearly all of his life. He knows.”
“Oi find t’is ‘ard t’ believe. Oi’m sure t’at ye understand, Silor,” Tanlin said skeptically. “Tell m’ t’e way o’ ‘t from t’e start. Ye ‘ave convinced m’ ‘usband an’ luve but ye ‘ave nae convinced m’. If ye donnae, ‘e ‘as agreed t’ put ye bock into yer boat an’ let ye take yer chances wit’ t’e Pallant fleet.” Privately she thought, What a cargo of dung! Play hard to convince, you told me, Barad. I will for you. You know that he’s crazy. You told me so yourself. That’s what makes him our tool, you said. A broken shell has sharper edges to cut with than a whole one… I wish that I knew what your plan is.
TO BE CONTINUED
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benefits- a roger Taylor series
part four
warnings- pregnancy and language
a/n; another chapter? yes indeed, I have far too much time on my hands and I enjoy writing this series even though its not any good.
*phone ringing*
“hello, is this miss y/l/n?”
“yes it it”
“just calling to confirm your appointment today at 2.”
“uh yeah thats good”
“wonderful we’ll se you later then”
you'd been waiting for the call for the last week, no earlier appointments were available. so in the meantime you'd been alone, well not quite you had the company of the baby but judging by your guesses it could only be about 6 ish weeks old. it felt funny knowing there was a little thing inside of you and found your hands resting on your still flat stomach from time to time.
mary had promised to come with you to the doctors, she’d been wonderful the last few days and stayed true to her promise of not telling anyone. she came around one thirty to pick you up and the two of you made your way the the hospital on the tube.
it took everything in you not to hurl at the smell of the cheese and onion crisps the man next to you was eating. your stomach had been awful, not letting you keep a thing down other than plain popcorn and celery. this caused you to loose a bit of weight and you'd fainted the day prior from hunger. it wasn't good for you or the baby but you couldnt keep throwing up four times a day.
the waiting room of the clinic was full of women with their husbands cradling round stomachs and ultrasound pictures, your heart longed to be like that with roger. you had to stop thinking like that it wasn't doing you any good. a little boy ran up to you and Mary wanting to show off his action figures and you'd normally have played along but for some reason the exited look in his eye made you want to cry. the boys mother came and took him away and apologised to you just as your name was called.
“miss y/l/n please.”
smoothing your shirt as you stood up you began to walk over to the exam room where everything would be 100% confirmed, no doubt.
“good afternoon miss, I'm doctor Maria. how are you?” she had a smile on her gentle face which calmed you down a little.
“im not great if I'm being honest, I can't keep any food down and I've never Benn more restless”
“well thats very common, the sickness should subside at about 12 weeks. and is the father here?”
that question. you knew it would come at some point but you didn't know how to answer. thankfully Mary saw the pained look in your eyes and stepped in, “he actually doesn't know and its not a good time to tell him unfortunately”
“thats alright, no worries. now y/n when was your last period?”
“oh um I actually don't know, id not really keep track. maybe a couple moths ago”
“well we can probably get a good idea from the scan so take a seat and we’ll take a look”
you were a little reluctant in your movements but soon eased into the exam table, happy to rest for a bit.
“cold gel alright?” you nodded and hissed at the coolness on your abdomen.
it was silent at first but after a minute a sound like a train ripping past filled the room, and a blurry grey image popped up on the monitor. you couldn't tell what was meant to be what and for a while no one said anything, the doctor looked like she was seeing something that neither you or Mary were.
Mary could see you were panicking a bit and asked the doctor what was wrong “is everything alright? you look worried”
“oh yes everything’s alright, y/n how far along do you think you are?”
“um 6 weeks maybe?” you were going solely of when you and roger last fucked and you'd read somewhere it takes a week or so for the egg to get fertilised and settle, though really you had no idea.
“ right well your actually about 11 weeks along”
“what!?” that seemed impossible. if that were true then you had been pregnant nearly three months and roger had knocked you up a while before he left.
“yeah I'm surprised you haven't started to show yet”
this confused you as you were under the impression women didn't normally start showing until the second trimester. Mary spoke up and seconded your thoughts.
“well yes that is normally the case but if you look here,” she moves the scanner on your stomach and pointed to something unrecognisable on the screen. “theres actually two babies in there”
you went blank at her words. sure you could handle one baby on your own, it was an even match but two? there was so much going on in your head. if roger wouldn't accept one how the hell would he want two. how would you afford two babies on your small income. where would two babies and their things fit in you tiny one bedroom flat? and how on earth wo-
“y/n? did you hear me?”
“huh? no I'm sorry I zoned out” your throat was dry and you wanted to cry again.
“I said its too early to tell the genders but they are both healthy and keep eating as much as you can. you should start showing in a few weeks and I’ve booked you in for an appointment at 20 weeks so ill see you then”
that was it, you left the doctors office and went home on the tube with Mary. neither of you said anything, there was nothing to be said. the whole situation just got a hell of a lot more intense; not only were you basically at the end of your first trimester but you were having twins, and roger didn't even know you were pregnant. fuck why couldn't you just stop thinking about him, he didn't care, probably hadn't even crossed his mind.
-a few weeks later-
the doctor was right, you did start showing and rather rapidly. you'd had to go buy new cloths already and sleeping was getting more uncomfortable. on the bright side though your morning sickness had subsided and you'd even felt a few kicks from the babies at about 16 weeks. you were 19 weeks along now and nearing the next appointment, you'd find out the genders of the babies you actually gotten very attached to. you were careful with what you ate and avoided anything dangerous to yourself, this included lifting heavy things so despite the want you couldn't rearrange your flat to make it more homely.
roger still hadn't called, you resented him for it. he didn't know of course how could he? but you longed to pick up the phone to him cheeky voice again. the radio no longer got played in your flat because every time you turned it on one go queens would play and you'd start crying. they were over half way through the tour and when they got back you be coming up to seven months along, the thought made you shudder. you were already big and by then you be huge. but if everything went to plan he'd still have no idea.
through it all Mary had been a saint, she brought you groceries and cloths when you continued to outgrow the new ones. you didn't want to leave the house for fear of bumping into someone, having the conversation about the father and how far along you were was just a bit too much, god back on roger again.
it was all a bit much to be honest and soon enough you'd start nesting and then all of what little savings you had would be gone on baby things. in two days you'd be 20 weeks, halfway through and it seemed like you'd never make it. not with the amount of times you doubted yourself or told yourself you wouldn't be a good mother or that you mess up and wouldn't be able to handle it. the time was going a little too fast for you to keep up.
#roger taylor smut#roger taylor series#roger taylor fanfic#roger taylor#queen band#brian may#john deacon#Fred Mercury
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this is an oc masterpost of all my haf-formed ocs languishing on pinterest with their messy aesthetics and unedited blurbs, in roughly chronological order of their creation, plus sorted by fandom. this post is only asoiaf, harry potter, hunger games, and riverdale, cos i have tooooooo many original characters otherwise and the post was getting incredibly long. (note that i love my ocs but these one’s are not polished or even the final versions of their characters, i just wanted to post them lol)
under a read more, if you’re on mobile start scrolling i guess, sorry,,,
Game of Thrones/A Song of Ice and Fire:
Laeya Targeryen: (child of Rhaella and Aerys Targaryen, born 280 AC - three years older than Danaerys)
Fearful of her impending marriage, Laeya is eleven when she takes her younger sister and flees across the sea to Dorne, hiding herself and Dany with dyed hair and badly controlled magic. As Leia and Dani Sand they learn to live normally. At 15 Leia joins the Royal Guard and secures Dany work as a tailor's apprentice. When she is 17, an assassin tries to kill her in front of the Dornish court and everything changes...
- so laeya straight up has magic, which im considering an extension of the dragon thing dany has - she can control flame and for the disguise uses her ‘inner fire’ to make her eyes white-blue like super hot flames, cos the purple eyes are super distinctive. and then she’s discovered and suddenly politics are happening. honestly she’s entirely a way for me to remove the child marriage bits of the targaryen storyline (stop marrying off your twelve-year-old baby sister viserys u asshole) - in terms of meta/basics, laeya doesn’t have a fc cos most of my early ocs don’t, and bcs i picture her as emilia clarke with faked dark hair and blue eyes lol
and a quick aesthetic below:
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Kyrra Snow: (child of Robert Baratheon and Maery Snow, birthdate ???)
Kyrra Snow is the eldest natural-born child of Robert Baratheon, current King of Westeros, and daughter of Maery Snow, a Southron (but Northern-born) merchant woman. After her mother realises Kyrra was growing up a little too much like her father in looks and needed to leave the far South before she caught the wrong sort of attention, Kyrra was sent off to travel with her aunt and cousins. She is 17 and heading further north, to Winter Town, when Jon Arryn dies.
- kyrra’s another child of everyone’s favourite asshole king, and she’s got a lot of people after her head, but she just wants to travel and continue her work as a simple peddler. (riiip poor girl) honestly she’s not that developed but yolo -
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Brynn Stark: (child of Catelyn and Eddard Stark, Robb’s twin sister)
Brynn believes in honour and family, and she is loyal to Winterfell and the North above all else. Likes - archery, embroidery and weaving. Betrothed to [some young Northern lord] to keep the bonds between the Norther families strong.
-i basically made brynn as a contrast to sansa’s pro-southnness and excessive femininity and arya’s anger and desire for swords (relatable mood tho lmao). so brynn is here to mediate, extoll the virtues of both needlework and weapons, make a decent marriage to someone she likes, if not loves, and hold down the fort in the North while shit gets increasingly messier in the South. and a possible faceclaim is Àstrid Bergès-Frisbey -
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Rosienne Lannister: (child of Joanna and Tywin Lannister, born 273 AC)
Rose is looked at by the realm with dismissal, a consolation prize for her father, a spare daughter only useful for matchmaking, but at least able-bodied and pretty, unlike her brother. After a long betrothal, Rose is married to Willas Tyrell at the age of eighteen, cementing her role as the next Lady of High Garden...
- Rosie/Rose is a bonus Lannister, bcs why not. likes cyvasse and the harp, soft and kind and maternal, powerful in her own way. originally she was from a minor divergence where joanna survives tyrion’s birth and goes on to have another kid, but not sure if i’ll keep that aspect, so for now she’s tyrion’s twin -
and her aes (yes that quote is cropped, no i don’t care rn):
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honourable mentions to my other got underdeveloped got/asoiaf ocs who need more effort before i post properly about them:
Tamlen Storm, a rookery apprentice (working for the Maester of House Tully, managing the ravens) who may or may not be a reincarnated si-oc trying to save westeros,
and an unnamed northern huntress who stumbled into the plot somehow and wants her normal life back (entirely inspired by Keira Knightley as Gwyn in Princess of Thieves, when she’s doing archery stuff and looking v butch).
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Harry Potter:
Taurus ‘Ara’ Lestrange: (child of Bellatrix and Roldolphous Lestrange, born 1978)
Raised by the Goblins after a legal mix-up following her parents' imprisonment in Azkaban, Taurus is good with a sword and aiming to be the next Minister of Magic. She attends Hogwarts with the other magical kids her age, under the fake identity Ara Burke, unknown cousin of a minor half-blood family. When the Potter brat’s drama starts destroying her change at an education just as her fourth year, her OWL prep year, begins, Ara intervenes.
- im tangentially aware that as bellatrix’s kid she’s almost occupying the place of whats-her-name from the cursed child, but considering that i know nothing about the cursed child and don’t care about it anyway, i have elected to ignore this. her actual parent might turn out to be some smitten half-blood from a minor branch of the Greengrass family, or it might actually be Rodolphous, who knows. slightly inspired by the fic ‘Harry Crow’ (by robst on ff.net) where harry is raised by the goblins -
messy aes:
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Valerian Potter: (child of Lily and James Potter, born 1980)
After the Potter twins’ parents are murdered by Voldemort, they’re dumped on the doorstep of Number 4, Privet Drive. Dealing with two traumatised magical orphans, Petunia and Vernon Dursley turn to violence and neglect to stay in control, acting far more harshly than expected. With the arrival of two Hogwarts letters, life gets complicated incredibly quickly. (Self-sufficient and scarred from abuse, Val and Harry are immediately Sorted into Slytherin).
- val’s fic is basically an angst fest, okay,,, -
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and shout-outs to: holly addison potter, a half-baked reincarnation si-oc (i love that concept a lot, can u tell) and my fav girl thea dursley, who already has her own fic and so isn’t getting a proper spot in this post
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The Hunger Games:
Asher: (District Two, age 18)
[rip no blurb for asher]
-asher is a career from two, who wins the 70th games. mostly im focusing on her recovery and how the games function in two, with training volunteers and mentoring and collecting sponsors, plus eventually the rebellion. lots of the D2 headcanon i have is inspired by @/lorata but i defintely made a distinct effort to have my own stuff, cos where’s the fun in plagiarism -
aes for Asher’s Games:
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Rowan will do anything to protect her family. This extends to going to Head Peacekeeper Cray on a cold winters night, charging the most she can get for her virginity. It extends to Reaping Day, when she steps out in front of the crowd and says “I volunteer as tribute” in the steadiest voice she can muster. It extends to clawing her way out of the Arena, bloody and exhausted, with blades in her hands and violence kept tucked behind her teeth. It extends further, to a simple ‘Yes, President Snow’ when he coldly, carefully implies her family might meet with an accident if she doesn’t play the good little Victor (and fuck the people who pay the Capitol for her company). It extends to joining the Rebellion, to looking President Coin directly in the eye and agreeing to be a Mockingjay, a symbol for the people to rally around.
- another everdeen kiddo! as the big sister, rowan volunteers for prim, and goes through the Games - she’s a healer and a hunter, and a decent enough actor that she can manage interviews and a camera presence, unlike katniss. rowan also pairs well with a minor au i have, where the reapings are spaced out over a week and official training is a longer, giving the capitol a nice, long buildup to get excited and place bets, etc., and giving the poor, underfed tributes from the outer districts a better chance, which makes for more interesting television and better Games -
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Adrasteia Crane: (The Capitol, age 28) Unlike her big brother, Adrasteia doesn’t want to be a Gamemaker. Instead, she wants to create clothes, artwork, to enrapture the Capitol. She wants to be a Games stylist. After years of design school, of working her way up the ranks, first a PA’s assistant, and then fetching and carrying for Twelve’s prep team, and then eventually on a prep team for the dull tributes from Six, Adrasteia Crane finally has what she wants - the position of stylist for District Three’s male tribute in 74th Hunger Games.
- tbh adrasteia is only seneca crane’s sister because i couldn’t think of a suitable last name for her lmao. i think i’d actually prefer her to be unattached to any major canon players. however, his death is a good motivation for her to join the rebellion, so we’ll see. she’s got a bit of the capitol fashion thing going too, with soft pink hair and diamond-effect skin on her face and shoulders -
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also bonus hunger games content: another oc, Sarsaparilla Verran, from District Eleven, fifteen and alone when she goes into the Games. An orphan, her siblings lost to the Community Home system years ago, her relatives dead or uncaring. So, Rilla is a wee lonely bab tbh. she did not want this, unlike most of my other hg ocs, and she’s not excited for weeks of murder. she just wants her family back, but since that isn’t possible, she’ll build a new family instead. and uuhhhhh, spoiler alert, she dies before she can have this ://///
and my hunger games aus - a canon divergence where katniss joins the careers instead of peeta, her desire to go home to her family outweighing her reactive hate for the concept of training/volunteering to kill other teens, and a fem!Haymitch au where she’s a little wiser to the dark side of the capitol before she commits acts of rebellion (she still rebels anyway tho, just smarter).
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Riverdale:
Cat Cooper: (middle child of Alice and Hal Cooper) Cat Cooper (17) is the black sheep of the Cooper family. Her piercings, brightly dyed hair and connections to the Southside Serpents make her the odd one out among her sisters and constantly at odds with Alice Cooper. Cat’s life is occupied with her Serpent friends, work at a local coffee shop, and training - martial arts, supplemented with cross country, gymnastics and swimming. Until her older sister is shipped off to places unknown and her baby sister starts getting caught up in murder investigation with the absent Serpent heir...
- haven’t decided between Catelyn or Catherine for Cat’s full name lmao. she used to be Kit, actually, but I changed it cos i prefer Kit to solely be my divergent oc (kit serafim). Cat is an ADHD disaster who loves her sisters and her friends and wants to get the hell out of Riverdale on a sports scholarship (she does either boxing or karate mainly, need to figure that bit out) -
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Georgie Andrews: (child of Mary and Fred Andrews)
Georgie likes soft drinks, cheerleading, and hanging out with the Blossom twins and Polly Cooper, their closest friends and a welcome distraction from their own problems. After Polly and Jason vanish, Georgie’s support system is almost gone, and they has to deal with everything they’ve been bottling up, just in time for Fred Andrews to get shot.
- also just angst ngl. so georgie’s gender is basically ???, they enjoy cheerleading and not much else. they spend half their time dealing with depression, by trying to ignore stressful/hard topics and focus on the good side of everything. this isn’t a great long-term coping mechanism and has the fun side effect of pissing of the people around him when she seems unable to be serious or empathetic to someone else's pain (bcs she’s too busy deflecting for the sake of her own fragile mental health), so it gets fun when fred is shot and archie starts getting in too deep with the lodges -
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Sera Thornstone: (parents ???) Southside Serpent. Going to the Riverdale Community College and running errands for FP Jones. And secretly meeting up with her Ghoulie lover down by the Sweetwater where nobody goes.
- everything about sera is vague and undecided lmao. but she has a ghoulie gf/bf/nbf? and they’re hiding that they were down by the river on the 4th of july, cos a serpent is an immediate suspect. going to community college to work on getting general credits before saving up for fancy school for law or journalism. the aes isn’t entirely accurate cos sera’s built from the remains of another serpent oc who i scrapped (she does have a baseball bat tho) -
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and honourable mentions to jen johnson and octavia blossom-murphy, my other riverdale ocs who actually have content, plus an in-development unnamed oc who gets adopted from the soqm by the Muggs family and growsup with Ethel. and my riverdale role reversal au, which i will never write but have some nice aesthetics for under the tag wip: bughead role reversal au.
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all my mini-aesthetics here are unsourced images/from pinterest. any similarities to other people or characters, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
alrighty that’s it. now i have to tag this behemoth argh
#ocapp#ashandrustediron ocs#ashandrustediron edits#i say edits#i mean neatly cropped screenshots#lmao#fandom: harry potter#fandom: the hunger games#fandom: a song of ice and fire#fandom: game of thrones#fandom: riverdale#ashandrustrediron writes#time to tag the ocs who will actually get content later#oc: rosienne lannister#oc: tamlen storm#tam actually has a fic outline unlike most of these other westerosi ocs lol#oc: ara lestrange#oc: asher#no last name bcs volunteers from two don't have last names#they belong to the capitol and their district#<- fun fact about that fic i guess#oc: rowan everdeen#oc: adrasteia crane#none of the riverdale ocs will get a tag bcs i already have riverdale oc fic im working on#long post#long post cw#oh and some warnings for the stuff brushed upon in the blurbs i guess#gender dysphoria#violence#child marriage
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if you can't breathe ill breathe for you- chapter 3
sorry this took so long to get up.
read it on ao3 (here)
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It's been a while, peter thinks. At some point the guards moved him to a different cell. It took a few minutes of shocks but they ended up dragging him anyway, his legs dragging on the floor and his head bowed down. Peter hates it. He hates how they have that much power over him, especially ‘master’. Peter hasn't figured out his real name yet-or maybe he did, it doesn't matter. He thinks its been a few days, it's probably been longer.
Peter doesn't hear the door open, his senses have been fading. His cheek hurts. Huh.
What was happening?
“You're really out of it huh?”
Peters eyes moved upwards. The guy was there- there was much too much gel in his hair today. What day was it? He should be at school, there was a singular hair out of place, it was annoying peter.
“Only supposed to give you a little bit in the water, guess its strong.”
“-huh?”
another pain on his cheek
“Don't speak, it'll all be over soon, just gotta take a few pictures kid” peters head lolled forward.
His head was lifted up, his hair was being tugged. Was that mr stark? He always plays with his hair when he's tired, why is he tugging it? No it can’t be him, he wouldn’t hurt peter. Where was mr stark anyway?
Peters tired.
“God you're beautiful” oh yeah, the guy was still there
He was going to snap back but he remembered.
The guy dropped him back down onto the floor. His head hit the floor hard. He was out in seconds.
When he woke up again, there was a light on. It was harsh and bright. His mind was clearer, he realised. His mouth was dry. The camera was still there, red light blinking as always. It bothered him- unsettled him.
His ankle was chained up to a pipe in the corner, Peter didn't know if it was the metal or the hunger keeping him from breaking it. The metal was clean but the pipe was slightly rusted.
The door opened again, peter flinched. The man came striding in again. Still in that disgustingly posh suit. Peter hated it.
“Why hello again. How are you today?” the man held his hands together in front of him.
“Leave me the fuck alone.”
“Ah ah ah- you know what will happen if you keep talking like that-” he held up the remote as if taunting the teenager, peter looked to the floor, squeezing his eyes shut and praying for it to just be a dream, he’ll wake up, mr stark will be there. It'll be okay.
“Now, what are we going to do today? Do you want some food? A drink maybe?”
Peter nodded his head, it didn't seem like enough.
“Ah- beg”
“What?”
“If you want food, you have to beg for it.”
“No” the man started to walk to the other side of the room.
“Okay then, starve, see if I care.”
“wait- “ god, he couldn't believe he was about to do this, “please”
“Please what?”
“please - master”
“That's it, wasn't so hard was it?”
The man reached into his inside pocket and brought out two nutrition bars. Peter looked at them, hunger in his eyes. He knew he needed them.
The man put the bars in peters hands, him kneeling down in front of him, it was like those cliche scenes in the movies, where they put the object in the other person’s hands and closed their fingers around it. The man was kneeling down yet still towering over him. Peter ripped open the wrapper and brought the bar up to his mouth. It didn't even hit his lips before he was laying on the floor again, electricity running through his whole body once more.
“You don't eat unless i say you can eat” the man turned off the collar and leant down to pick up the bars again, putting them back in his pocket.
“Please, no”
“What?”
“please - please. I'll do anything,” the man looked at him, something disgusting in his eyes, peter didn't even want to know what it was.
“Anything?”
“Yes, please just- i need it. Please. Do what you want, just- im begging you”
The man brought out the opened bar again and dropped it onto the floor in front of peter.
“That's much better. Eat it”
And Peter did what he hated the most- he obeyed.
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“Tony you've gotta calm down, please”
“Say that one more time and i'm locking you out”
It had been a more than a week- 10 fucking days- and tony was going crazy. Every lead they think they have ends up being a dead end, tony cant take it any longer. He was officially freaking out, and everyone knew it. He was practically hyperventilating every time friday said a word, even if it was just reassurance. They hadn't gotten another video since the second one and none of them knew if that was a good or bad thing.
“You've gotta give yourself a break, please” steve was practically begging at this point. Some time over the last week, bruce had flown in, offering all he had to try and help, they all knew that Peter was in bad shape already from the videos but who knew what state he was in now? They didn't even know if he was alive.
No
He can't think like that.
“I'll give myself a damn break when I find my kid,”
“Tony please” steve was cut off by friday
“Sir, you are receiving a phone call from a blocked number,”
“Answer it fri”
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“Speak”
“Dad?” Peter hated the way his voice quivered. Fear was stuck inside him, worming his way into his heart. ‘Master’ had put it there, every command carving it in further. He knew he had to obey for survival. He still hated it. He hated the way it had become some sort of reflex.
“Peter?” Tony's voice was shaking through the speaker. They both just wanted to be safe in each others arms.
“Dad” the tears were present now, he choked on a sob. Ripping through his throat like a wave. And soon he was crying.
“Hey, hey- it's okay. I'm gonna find you okay? Are you hurt?” Peters ‘master’ held his hand up before he could respond, effectively silencing him.
“Hello mister stark”
“Who the fuck are you?” Tony sneered
“I'm just a man with a bit of time on his hands really” he responded smoothly
“Give me my fucking kid back”
“Oh you can have him back once im done with his, rest assured.” his finger moved towards the end call button, peter seemed to cry out without realising.
“DAD!” he practically screeched, he didn't want to lose his only connection.
“Oh pet, you know what happens by now,” he hung up the call mid sentence, putting the phone into his jacket pocket and reaching for the remote again.
“No- please. ple-AAGH” peter screamed as the shocks went through his body again.
When the shocks stopped he was laying on the floor, it was dark, Peter couldn’t even see his own hands. The man was gone, that was good. Peter pushed himself up against the wall, leaning the corner and gently laying his head against the walls. He winced slightly.
He squeezed his eyes shut and prayed.
“Please, please find me. Please mr stark.”
And he drifted off.
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#irondad#fic#lil short thing#sorry it took so long#whump#angst#hostage situations#kidnapping#electrocution#phone calls#conditioning#oofie
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