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lilithslittleworld · 5 months ago

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Intruder

A/N: this little story is for @slutforoldermen and @maisiestuff ! The inspiration comes from this* post here and I have brought the best I could to the function fr😮‍💨 tehehehe enjoy!!

Also don't mind the title I couldn't think of anything witty :'(

CW: sort of forbidden sex, dirty talk, oral sex, penetrative sex, begging, teasing, some humiliation.

Summary: (Four x reader) You decide to confront Four after days of cold and distant behavior towards you but you didn't expect to walk in on him...

Four was known for being tough and hard to get through to but that was no excuse for the way he had been treating you. Trainings had become even more rigorous and so had his demands. It wasn't your fault you had a sense of self preservation, something most of your other Dauntless initiates seemed to lack.

Your steps were short and fast, as you approached the block of apartments where Four lived. Your breaths were audible, partly due to your speed but also to the anger that coursed through your veins. He had no business calling you out and humiliating you in front of everyone simply because you had turned down the offer of standing before a target as the instructors threw knives around you. You wanted to tell him off to his face and now was your chance.

You knocked on the door confidently, crossing your arms as you awaited a response. You got none.

"Jesus Christ," you muttered, knocking again even harder. And yet, the seconds ticked by and the door stayed closed. Your hand flew to the doorknob, even though you knew it would be locked but it didn't hurt to try.

To your surprise, the door opened with a slight creak, leading to Four's spacious studio. Your eyes quickly scanned the room for signs of him but were disappointed to find the lights off and his bed empty. You had almost given up hope as you turned to leave when you heard a noise. The sound of water running in the distance made you creep towards it.

Ah, so he's washing his hands, you thought to yourself as you pushed open the bathroom door. It all happened so quickly. As the door opened, your eyes fell on his naked, wet body, standing below the shower. And he'd heard you.

"What the f-" he screamed, interrupted by you slamming the door shut behind you. Now you really were breathing heavily and it was solely due to the adrenaline this time. You'd seen him fully. His toned back, arms, chest, and even his dick, water dripping off of him. He was so big and beautiful everywhere. Your cheeks flushed at the image that was flashing in your mind repeatedly as you covered your eyes in horror. He was your instructor! How were you ever going to face him again? He was going to make your life impossible now.

The sound of the bathroom door opening made your heart drop but you didn't turn around.

"You have five seconds to tell me why the hell you're here," Four said, his voice careful and cold as ice. You shivered in response, turning slowly as you thought of a good excuse. He stood before you, white towel wrapped around his waist, his eyes shooting daggers at you. You couldn't help but stare at the little droplets of water that remained on his chest, his abs, dripping down slowly past his navel.

"I came to see you," you choked out, "To tell you off, actually."

"What makes you think you can come see me?" he said carefully, his voice so soft it was dangerous. He took a step towards you, "What makes you think you can come into my house?"

"It was a mistake, honestly!" you protested, stumbling backwards, your hands fumbling to grab onto something, anything. You came in contact with the wall, gripping it tightly to keep you steady and upright in case your legs gave out. This had turned into a terrible idea.

"I don't believe that," he said, his voice taking on an even more dangerous tone. Dangerous because it made you press your legs together tightly and hold back a whimper that dared to emerge from your mouth. You pressed your lips together tightly before speaking.

"I-I," you stuttered, your brain buzzing with filthy thoughts of the man standing in front of you.

He took another step towards you. "So sure on telling me off and now you can't even get a sentence out."

Your cheeks burned as he taunted you, now clearly unbothered by your presence in his house. He was excited even, you could see it in his eyes, in the way he looked at you.

He took yet another step towards, now just inches away from you. He was so close you could smell the warm musk that was coming from his skin. You silently fought back the urge to reach out and run your fingers along his glistening , muscular body.

"Why don't you tell me why you're really here?" He placed his free hand on his chest, the other one still tightly wrapped around the towel that barely covered him. If only it would just slip down a little.

You ducked your head down in embarrassment, hoping he wouldn't pick up on the smile that was pulling at the corners of your lips. "I already told you, I came to see you," you said softly, staring intently at the floor. That's when a piece of fabric fell. His towel.

"Take a good look then," he whispered, his lips brushing against your hair, sending a shiver down your spine. He wanted you to see him as you'd seen him just moments ago. If you listened and brought your eyes up to him, there'd be no turning back. It was also a breach of conduct but again, you didn't care.

"Four," you murmured, as you brought your gaze back up to him tentatively, meeting his dark brown eyes instantly. Your heart raced as you pushed past the embarrassment of avoiding his naked body. Your eyes ran down his body, his wide shoulders and brawny arms. You took note of his veins everywhere, they were so noticeable and prominent. Taking your time now, your eyes scanned his strong chest, toned abdomen, and followed his happy trail further down, gulping as you saw him again.

And suddenly, his lips were on yours. His lips moved against your passionately, his tongue swirling erotically against yours, your breaths mixing in your colliding mouths. Your hands found him instantly, trailing down his chest lightly as he groaned into your mouth. You wanted him so badly, to taste him, to feel him, to hear him groan again. But his hands stopped you, holding them tightly in place even when you tried to free yourself.

"Stop," he breathed, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He took a few steps back from you for good measure before pointing to your shirt. "Take it off."

You were used to cooperating with Four's orders but this one threw you off, a slight edge of self consciousness beginning to emerge.

"Take it off or you don't touch me," was all he said, making you whine in return. You complied quickly, slipping the top over your head, leaving you completely exposed. You could feel Four's eyes burning into your chest as you stood before him, your eyes never leaving his.

"And that," he said, gesturing to your pants, which came off just seconds after his command. You took a confident stride back to him, no longer bothered by the fact that you too were almost completely naked. Up on your tiptoes, your hands found his hair and your lips his own. You kissed him feverishly, breathlessly, feeling his hands snaking down your back, stopping to grab a handful of your butt, pulling you even closer to his body. You could feel him hardening against your stomach as you pressed yourself onto him eagerly, your fingers tangled and pulling at his hair.

Four took you in his arms, grabbing your thighs as you wrapped your legs around his waist, whimpering softly when his cock grazed your clit as he walked you over to his bed.

"I haven't even really touched you yet and you're already making pretty, little noises," he murmured as he sat down on the edge of the bed, with you still straddling him. Now, with his cock fully between your legs, only separated by the thin fabric of your underwear, there was no stopping you. Your hips moved against him almost instantly, seeking some sort of stimulation.

"Fuck," you sighed, as you rubbed your aching clit against him. His hands found your waist and guided your movements vigorously.

"Use me," he groaned, his eyes on your face, watching the pleasure on your face grow, "Just like that." You could feel the wetness of your panties start to spread, dripping down onto his throbbing cock. Your moans grew louder, as you began to reach your orgasm, griding against him at an even faster pace. His big, rough hands reached down to squeeze your boobs. Four's heavy breathing below you only fueled your desire, you were almost drunk on it. You knew you were only minutes away from climaxing, so when Four's hands held your waist still in place, it felt almost violent.

Your eyebrows furrowed pleadingly as you opened your eyes to find him smirking, his eyes wild with excitement.

"Get on your knees," he breathed, as you lowered yourself below him. You watched him mesmerized, as he stroked himself, eyes closed and head tilted back in pleasure, his moans were soft and breathless. You squirmed impatiently as the need to touch yourself grew, he was driving you crazy and he knew. You whined breathlessly, hoping he'd turn his attention back to you. You wanted so to badly to feel him in your mouth.

"Open for me," he said softly, bringing his hardened length to your eager mouth. You took him into your mouth greedily, swirling your tongue around his tip ardently, tasting his slightly salty precum. Four's hands stayed near you, one holding your hair back and the other softly stroking your cheek. With every movement you made, every lick and stroke, you felt him grow harder in your mouth. The situation itself was enough to give you a thrill of pleasure too, moaning around him occasionally.

"Fuck," Four grunted, leaning his head back in pleasure from the vibrations of your throaty moan. "Moan on my cock again," he almost begged, almost entirely lost in ecstasy. You moaned back in response as the man above you started to come undone, bucking his hips against your face. He felt so much bigger in your mouth when his speed picked up, no longer expecting you to bob up and down his length.

Four pulled himself out from in between your lips, his cock sliding out perfectly from the back of your throat, covered in your glistening spit.

"I want you inside of me," you begged, now with an empty mouth but begging to be filled someplace else. Four pushed you back onto the bed in response, prying your legs open as you bit your lip. Instead of sliding himself into you, he bent down, now eye-level with your pussy. He trailed feathery kisses along your inner thighs, making a point of avoiding where you really wanted him. But no amount of whining or whimpering would make him speed up.

After torturous seconds, Four's fingers slid up and down your wetness. His slick fingers rubbed soft, slow circles against your clit as your eyes rolled back. He knew exactly what he was doing, exactly where to touch you and how. His fingers gradually sped up, the circles he was tracing becoming more precise before bringing his mouth down to you. Four's tongue took over for where his fingers had been, drawing lazier circles than before. You desperately wanted him to speed up, to fit one or two of his big fingers into you.

As if he'd read your mind, he brought a finger slowly to your opening, teasing his way in. His finger stretched you deliciously, sliding in and out with ease, curled slightly in hope of hitting your G-spot. Your moans became pornographic now, pulling on his hair as he hit the right spots, both inside and outside of you.

"Four," you gasped, interrupted by another trembling moan, "more," was the only word you could get out.

Four brought his mouth away from your drenched pussy, his finger still fucking you as he spoke. "You want my cock, don't you?" he taunted, watching you buck your hips against his hands, your body begging for more. You nodded quickly.

"Tell me," he breathed, "Tell me how badly you want it inside of you."

"I want it so bad," you whined, "Need you inside of me."

Instantly, Four stood up and found a condom, sliding it rapidly down his throbbing member. In one swift movement, you found yourself straddling him again, in charge once again. You lowered yourself onto him slowly, allowing him to stretch you out even further. Burying his dick in your pussy, he groaned and your own moans joined him. Steadily, you began to ride him, taking notice of how he gripped your boobs to keep you in place, his rough fingers brushing against your hardened nipples.

"That's it," he panted, sweat beading on his forehead, "Ride me. Ride my cock." He felt so good inside of you. You moaned his name as his mouth came onto your boobs, sucking on them as they bounced. His stubble left the skin around your boobs tingly as he turned towards the other one. His hands found your hips once again, speeding them up against his own moving hips.

The friction of your bodies, the sounds coming from him, and the sight of him was too much. You knew you wouldn't last much longer as he continued to hit your g-spot, digging your nails into his strong arms as the waves of pleasure hit harder.

"Yes," you whimpered, "Feels so good."

"Yeah?" he pressed on, wanting to hear more of your desperation.

"Mmm," you moaned back, your legs beginning to shake. You were just seconds away from the release you so deeply craved.

"Beg for it," he grunted, feeling his own orgasm slowly creeping up. But he'd hold out for you.

"Please," you begged frantically, unsure how much longer you could hold back. "Let me cum."

"You sound so pretty while you beg," he answered between breaths, "Cum for me then, cum all over my cock." And that was it, all you needed to hear.

You let the pleasure wash over you completely, taking over your body and your senses as you came. You threw your head back, moaning his name as you felt yourself clenching around him. Four wasn't far behind you, his hands squeezing your hips even tighter as he buried his dick deep into you one last time as he came. Both of your hips came to a slowing stop as you both tried to catch your breath.

"Fuck," you laughed breathlessly, in shock of what had just unfolded before you. You had actually had sex with your trainer. Four seemed as bewildered as you did but he didn't say anything. Clearly he wasn't used to hooking up with initiates, thankfully.

You laid there together silently for a couple of minutes. Four stroked your hair softly as your fingers traced imaginary lines along his arms. You were both sweaty but neither of you seemed to care. And then he spoke.

"So," he said, his voice a deep rumble, "Is you intruding my house going to become a regular thing?"

"Only if you want it to be," you smiled up at him, knowing very well that's what he wanted to hear.

"Hmm," he said thoughtfully before a smirk appeared on his mouth, "Want to shower?"

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Y/N's finally going to try out his shower and not just catch him in it! tehehehe I think it's kind of a cute ending :)

#divergent #divergent series #divergent smut #divergent fanfiction #four x reader #four #four smut #four x reader smut #tobias eaton x reader #tobias eaton #tobias eaton smut #dauntless

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theonceandfuturequeenoftarts · 2 months ago

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Tom catches Evans trying to sneak into the Restricted Section for the third time that week a couple days later.

He knocks on the door frame – the element of surprise did him no favours last time – and leans against it casually. “Hard at work, Evans?”

Evans looks up at him with a glare that could strip paint, before turning the glare back to his book.

“It must be serious, to demand so much of your focus.”

No response.

“Perhaps I can help you with your research,” he offers. “I’m quite good at it.”

“What do you want, Riddle.” From the frustrated tone to the tense body language, it’s clear this is not really a question. More of a muggle sirens-and-lights warning.

“Why are you so convinced that I want something from you?”

“You’re a Slytherin, of course you want something.”

Tom doesn’t bother to point out that Evans is also a Slytherin; he gets the sense it’s a sore spot.

“And yet you don’t exhibit such scorn for either Malfoy or Black. What makes me so deserving of your suspicion?”

Evans snorts. “Those two couldn’t disguise what they’re really after if their lives depended on it. And neither of them is trying to get into my pants.”

“Well, more fool them.”

Evans sputters, flushing up to his ears.

“Piss off, Riddle!” The boy stands up, flinging the book closed (time magic, Tom notes – something to consider later) and almost falling over in his rush to leave as he gets tangled in his chair.

Tom darts a hand out and grabs onto Evans’ wrist before he can escape.

He narrows his eyes and considers the evidence. It’s a disproportionate reaction to an innocuously flirtatious comment. Tonight's efforts to take Evans to bed (or the table, or against the wall – he’s not picky) might be a wash, but perhaps he can learn something to improve his chances in the future.

“What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong?” Evans scoffs, looking increasingly distraught. “Everything’s wrong! And you being weird doesn’t help.”

“Weird?” Tom says, a little offended. “If my advances are unwanted, just say the word, but there’s nothing weird–”

“Stop playing with me!”

“Why do you think I’m playing with you?”

Evans snorts derisively. “As if someone like you would be interested in someone like me.”

That brings Tom up short. Is something so trivial the only obstacle?

“Do you think so little of yourself?”

“My self-esteem is neither here nor there,” Evans says irritably. “And jesus, how big is your ego – I don’t want you, so there must be something wrong with me?”

“I didn’t say that. What did you mean by ‘someone like you’ and ‘someone like me,’ then?”

“I’m a nobody, Riddle,” Evans says after a brief pause. “No fortune to speak of, no connections in high places, no real future prospects. There’s nothing exceptional about me. And you,” he hesitates, weighing his words. “You are exceptional – you would accept nothing less for or from yourself. People expect great things from you, and I have no doubt you could achieve them.”

The boy looks straight into his eyes. “But I do doubt your ability to tell the difference between ‘great’ and ‘terrible.’”

Tom feels a shiver slide down his spine, his breath catching in his throat. He wants to peel Evans open and find out what he knows, why he thinks that, who the hell he thinks he is to say such a thing to him. At the same time, Tom wants to get as far away from the suddenly strange boy, and that’s far more manageable at the moment.

He casts a quick obliviate and returns to his dorm. Sleep is long in coming to Tom that night.

(Tom Riddle’s Guide to Repeatedly Failing to Get Laid in the Restricted Section)

#harry potter #tom riddle #tomarry #gratuitous use of obliviate #why deal with the consequences of your actions when you can make the other person forget it even happened #time travel #tom being a creep #harry is 1000% done #fic snippet

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justporo · 1 year ago

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Point Break

Being with Astarion is - almost - perfect. And it is so easy to fall for him and into his arms. But the least thing you can try and do is offering to turn the tides. (NSFW)

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Author's Note: Here we are yet again with something that was supposed to be like... well, not almost 2k words. But here we are. Also this is yet another instance where I inflate the smut with emotions. There are just so many... feelings to be had!

Pairing: Astarion/GN!Tav (You) Warnings: smut Wordcount: 1,9k

Astarion was on top of you, inside of you. Your skin was covered in a sheen of sweat and the air was filled with nothing but your mutual moans and gasps and Astarion’s haughtily whispered sweet little nothings. You were staring up at him, almost unable to take your eyes off him, his perfect body and face. Your eyes and your mind would always find their way back to them, to him.

That’s how it had been ever since the vampire had invited you that one night to that clearing in the forest. Continually, you had met up in the nights, talked some, started kissing, gotten naked - and then you had lost yourself in his arms, under his touches repeatedly.

It was so easy and so good, you nearly didn't have to think about it - almost completely perfect.

Now, he had your hands pinned to the ground next to your head, his hips rolling and thrusting into you at an even pace, slowly making you descend further into the depth of your own lust and seemingly unending pleasure. He’d been your reliant guide in this from the very first moment on. With him you had spiralled down while he'd shown you truths about yourself you hadn't ever dreamt of. And this far you had always come back up again, luckily.

You held his heated gaze that sent slow shivers of blazing hot fever over and through you. Only when the pleasure became almost too much to bear you let your head fall back and your eyes roll into your skull - focusing solely on the sensation of being with Astarion. It filled every corner of your mind.

No one could ever compare to him. Every fantasy or expectation you might have had in your life was outdone by a margin. He was consummate in any kind of way imaginable: face and body looking like they were lovingly crafted by the most generous of gods, his touches and kisses each masterfully executed, second to none. He had exactly figured out what made you lose your mind, arch your back in heedless pleasure time and again. What made you moan and scream his name as if it was the last breath you were able to take and your only wish was to use it to utter his name a final time.

It was so easy to return to this - intoxicating, addicting. How could you resist?

And so you came whenever he called - no questions asked.

And yet it had slowly changed, it was more than what could be seen at a single glance. Not merely quickly disappearing ripples on an otherwise calm water surface. Things were stirring in the depths and would come up for a break at some point, you were sure of it.

Even when you weren’t with Astarion now, thoughts about him kept turning around in your mind. It had become more intense, the height your heart jumped whenever he smirked at you becoming ever higher. He was slowly invading your heart and soul, along with the body he had already laid claim upon.

But still there were these moments, when it felt off. Something lurking just at the edge of your sight, something not quite right. Because there were these bits and pieces he slowly let fall from his armour, showing some of the pain and the fear beneath. Sometimes he couldn’t hold your gaze, even though insisting elaborately that he wouldn’t want to be anywhere else in those moments. But you slowly recognised that as the lie it was.

It made your chest clench and ache, filling it with the wish of freeing Astarion from whatever it was that had forced him to raise up those thick castle walls all around him.

The vampire kept moving, crushing his hips into yours and you felt him hit deep inside of you. Your hands were clenching his as you were all ready to let him push you off the edge again - and again and again and again.

You could just keep going like this. Let him lure you back to him, time and again. But then - where would this lead?

You could take what it was he had to offer without ever questioning what it cost. But was this really what you wanted?

Your heart already knew the answer.

“Astarion”, you gasped near breathless. With lips parted, taking heavy breaths, you looked at him pleadingly. You softly wiggled your fingers, asking him to free your hands from his grasp.

Immediately he stopped moving.

His chest was heaving, he was buried deep inside of you. He held you, body and mind.

His mask had dropped.

Gone was the master seducer, the dark, promising gaze, the sultry demeanour. Left in its place was sudden worry and fear.

Astarion’s eyebrows were raised in question, red eyes round in the silvery moonlight casting your bodies and faces in pale, cold light. He looked so young all of a sudden.

The vampire slowly let go of your hands and lifted himself up and further away from you. Your bodies were still impossibly close but yet it felt like there were leagues between you in this moment, even when that hadn’t been your intention at all.

He swallowed heavily but he didn’t dare speak. Just in these short moments you saw how panic almost overtook him. So you moved quickly - to get your point across and break the unbearable tension.

You cupped his face softly in your hands and nudged him until at least a fraction of his tension eased and he leaned towards you. Your fingers wandered lightly over his face, over his cheekbones, his brows as you leaned your head to one side, admiring him fully, in awe of him.

His eyes were still on yours, unsure of what was about to happen.

And then you closed the distance and kissed him, hoping to convey what you might never be able to put into words. Your lips covering his with feather-light touches, merely asking, suggesting.

You kissed him slowly and lovingly, allowing him to decide if that was what he wanted or not. And when he softly answered your kiss, carefully and still hesitantly taking you up on the offer, a small gasp left your open lips. Your hands slowly but decidedly wandered further: one tangling in his luscious curls, the other softly caressing one of his pointy ears.

And Astarion answered you with a moan, wandering from his mouth to yours. Different from the others, the ones you were used to: surprised, but pleasantly. You let him deepen the kiss then.

Arching your back when need rolled over you again, you tried to close the gap between your bodies. Desperate to feel every inch of his skin on yours with no space in between. And also offering up what he might take if only he wanted to. Meanwhile you were still acutely aware of how he felt inside of you as you kept dancing on the edge.

He groaned in response and was leaning back into you now, lowering himself on one of his elbows while his free hand came to touch your face while he lowered his body almost fully onto you.

The feeling of him accepting, embracing sent a new rush through you.

You clenched your core around him, giving more. You wanted to give him everything - he needed only to reach out and take it.

This was about much more than just physical pleasure now. You desperately needed him to know that he may take from you whatever he desired. That you wanted him to indulge in you, to be the one falling for once - if that was what he wanted. The need to fully embrace him and never let go of him again burned in your chest and your whole body. You’d offer up all of yourself if that was what it took.

He was melting into your touch while his body seemed consumed by a different kind of tension now. He seemed willing and eager now to take his chances and grasp what fell into his hands.

His fingers grabbed your hair, gently pulling on the strands curled around his fingers. Meanwhile the kiss never broke. It became more heated by the second.The air was filled with your gasps and moans again - but it had changed. Waves were rising up from the depths.

And then he started to move once more.

Withdrawing from you achingly slow at first and then thrusting into you again. Rolling his hips and slamming them into you so hard, just once, made your eyes roll back almost fully into your skull. You moaned, nearly whimpered into his wide open mouth.

“What are you doing?”, he asked quickly and almost completely out of breath, only tearing his mouth from yours because he had to know.

His hips slowly kept moving though. His body already knowing what he had agreed upon while his mind was still catching up.

“Offering you everything”, you replied weakly while you let one of your hands wander down his back. Feeling the gruesome ridges there, but not lingering, dragging your fingertips over his skin, hoping to just leave trails of heat on his skin - hot and pleasant, not cruel, only painful to the point of pleasure. You lifted your legs, pressing one against his side to hold him even closer. And with the other letting your foot softly wander over the back of his calf. Both your thighs squeezing deliciously around his slender hips.

A shiver ran through him and a curt gasp left his throat.

But there wasn’t fear in his gaze anymore. His eyes were ablaze. And in a way you hadn’t seen before in him.

“Letting you pick”, you then continued while he thrust into you again and your body bowed to him, still willing to give more.

His hips kept moving, starting a much rougher and less steady rhythm - in fact his whole body was now trying to get more purchase, knees and feet burying into the ground.

Maybe you’d never see and feel him like this again. But if you could offer him this moment in time, you would happily do it.

“Take only what you want, leave the rest”, you finished and then had to let your head loll back as far as Astarion’s fingers in your hair allowed when the next of his movements brought you to the very edge of sanity.

This wasn’t the clean performance anymore the night had started with. It wasn’t perfect and immaculately exercised, trained a thousand times. But perfect wasn’t what was needed right now. It needed to be real and open.

It didn’t take either of you long before you were both finally swept away. Only a few more thrusts and your fingers sneakily wandering between your bodies while Astarion was now trailing open-mouthed kisses down your neck and chest, and you were both taken away by waves way bigger than either of you had anticipated. Pledges were made under both your heavy breaths. Hands clawed at skin and into hair, desperately trying to get closer yet. To hold onto each other while you got dragged onto the open sea.

And it was raw, rough around the edges, and deep, much deeper than you had imagined. And maybe it was unsure, unfamiliar; maybe even terrifying.

But it wasn’t wrong. It wasn’t wrong at all.

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hansensgirl · 10 months ago

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summary. | Ari Levinson has a soft spot for one of his fans.

prompts. | Ari Levinson + Camboy + “Isn’t this so pretty? It reminded me of you.” + Innocence, requested by Anonymous.

pairing. | dark!camboy!Ari Levinson x innocent!fem!reader.

warnings. | NON/DUBCON, camboy, age gap, stalking, implied somnophilia, implied breaking and entering, innocence kink, corruption kink, dirty talk, mild dumbification, degradation, praise, Daddy kink, smut, male masturbation, jerking off into panties, panty sniffing, reader is of age, pet names, and more. 18+ MINORS DNI!

author’s note. | this is a part of my Dark Concepts (2023) request form. thank you for taking part in this event! please enjoy and don’t forget to reblog. MINORS DNI, 18+ ONLY! taglist: @hansensfics.

When you flip open your laptop, butterflies fill your stomach. Today’s the day—the day you’ll treat yourself. Your friends insisted on it, claiming you work yourself to the bone and never have fun.

They were the ones that urged you to join the salacious streaming site. They made the account for you and left you with smirks on their faces, hoping to hear all about your adventures. You’ve never told them a thing about it, claiming you didn’t like it.

But the truth is that you love it—one streamer, in particular. His name is Ari, but he insists you call him Daddy. When he speaks, it’s as if he’s targeting you specifically. You watch his streams in a trance, practically hypnotized by his movements and words.

You have no idea what he’s doing, but every bit makes you have tingles down there. They get so intense that you just wish they would disappear, but you’re unsure how to alleviate the feeling.

You enter Ari’s stream with a goal in mind—you’ll do a private session. Perhaps you’re a little in over your head, too shy in comparison to his envious confidence. But it’s like something you have to get out of your system, an idea that just won’t stop haunting you.

Opening the private chat, you send the streamer your request as he casually speaks with a few regulars. When you press the deliver button, along with your hopefully-tempting amount, you squeeze your eyes shut and squeal. A small part of you wants to take it all back now, but you can’t. It’s too late. What’s done is done.

You can hear his familiar baritone, a chuckle that warms your blood. Then, the sound of keys clacking.

Hi, princess. That’s a pretty generous offer, thank you. I’ll meet you there ;) xx Daddy.

And with that, you receive an invitation. You click it right away, missing the farewell he bids the rest of his followers and their pleas for him to stay back. Ari ignores them.

You anxiously wait in the new stream, noticing it isn’t recording like his usual ones. He would upload those for whoever missed them, and you’d make sure to catch up on it all.

Suddenly, Ari enters, and you take in the sight of him. He’s shirtless, and his hair is a bit messy yet still put together, as though he’s run his fingers through the tendrils repeatedly. You can see the chest hair and his well-built body. You ogle the older man shamelessly.

“Hey, sweetie pie,” he greets, setting a few things down. You unmute yourself. “H– Hi,” you squeak out, cringing at your voice. But Ari smiles as if he’s heard a beautiful piece of music. “Thank you for the offer, baby. You made Daddy real happy,” he says sincerely.

“O- Oh, uh, yeah. No problem,” you force out. His attention on you makes you feel like you’re being inspected under a microscope, naked and vulnerable. “Can I see you, honey? I bet you’re gorgeous,” Ari hums, and you bite your lip.

You consider it. Why not? Your friends would be proud of you stepping out of your shell for once.

You turn your camera on and give him a meek smile as he whistles, admiring your beautiful face. You’re bashful under his wordless praise. “Good girl. Such a good girl. Do you like it when Daddy tells you what to do?” Ari questions.

Nodding, you can’t stop grinning. It’s mostly out of nerves but also the work of Ari’s charm on you. You’ve never seen him be this friendly to some of his more loyal customers. The idea of being special—the exception—makes your heart beat a bit faster.

“Yeah, I bet you do. Just an obedient little pet, always ready to listen to her Daddy,” he coos, and you fiddle with the lace of your nightie. “How about you lay back a bit, honey. Let me see those tits,” he urges, and your body listens to him.

You do what Ari says without a second thought. You feel those tingles in your pussy again and a warmth that fills you up. “Attagirl. So fuckin’ sexy…” Ari mutters, moving his camera so that you can see his dick.

It’s large and a flushed colour, aching for you—and only you—to touch it. He’s thick and long, with heavy balls begging to be emptied. His tip leaks with pre-cum, and it’s a sight to behold.

You find that your mouth is watering a bit. “Fuck, you like Daddy’s dick, baby? I can see how empty that brain is—just lookin’ at it, and you go dumb,” he chuckles.

Ari’s words are a bit mean, but you’re not insulted by them. No, in fact, you can feel your clit throbbing. You’ve never felt this way before—at least, not so intensely.

You let out a whimper, and Ari pouts at you. “Aw, is your pussy all tingly, baby?” he asks, and you nod your head. How does he know?

“It’s okay. Daddy’ll fix it soon,” he promises, wrapping one of his big hands on his cock. Ari begins to stroke himself before pulling away, cursing under his breath.

“Look at this, princess,” he demands, and you watch his movements intently. He has a piece of pink fabric in his hands, and it looks awfully familiar.

There is lace trimming around it with a bow at the top that is a darker shade. Your missing pair of panties.

You haven’t seen them since yesterday morning when you threw them in the laundry basket before rushing to work.

You hold back a gasp, though. It must be a coincidence, surely.

“Isn’t this so pretty? It reminded me of you,” Ari questions. “V– Very pretty, Daddy,” you quietly agree. He gives you a crooked smile before bringing the underwear to his face, inhaling deeply. Ari lets out a deep groan, chest rumbling.

“You smell so sweet,” he whispers. Ari keeps holding the panties and lowers his hand to his dick, jerking off and moaning your name, although you’ve never told him it. But your desperation is strong enough for you to ignore his blunder. “Shit, I can’t wait to teach you how to be my little slut.”

You keep whimpering and whining, rubbing your thighs together. You place your hands over your core and press down, achieving some relief, but it isn’t enough.

To your surprise, you’ve soaked through your panties. This always happens when you attend one of Ari's streams or have an extremely vivid dream about him.

“Gonna mould your pussy to fit my cock—stretch you out until you’re begging me to fuck you,” Ari groans, picking up the pace on his member. “Just an innocent little baby who needs her Daddy, hm?” he coos, and his movements become sloppy.

Ari’s breath becomes ragged, and you can’t tear your eyes away from the man. Your mouth parts a bit in awe when he reaches his climax, his cum spurting and dirtying the panties. The fabric collects his spend, and his chest rises and falls, head tilted back slightly as he curses.

The older man eventually comes down from his high and smirks at the camera, staring directly into your soul. Ari loves the mild pout you have on your face—it’s just like when you’re sleeping at night, moaning his name as he fights back the urge to ruin you. But he will, one day. He has to.

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red ears, and redder strings | theodore n.

pairing: theodore nott x hufflepuff!reader

genre: red string soulmate!au, fluff, slight humor, slight very slight angst, confused feelings, unrequited love but also not really?, not beta read

wc: 7.2k

this is a request ! thank you anon!! it’s so cute i loved writing this :>

there’s two OC, one of them is named mark, hufflepuff (based off of nct mark, i love that lil canadian guy) and elio. i also wrote theodore based off of nct’s jaehyun and sungchan hehe.

taglist: @mersmoon @pleasingregulus @l--absinthe

"I'm going to need a favour from you," I say first, his eye brows rising slightly at my words. "I need you to keep us being soulmates a secret."

"It's not you, I promise," I added quickly. "I'm sure you're a great guy, you're very handsome too but I'm just— I can't just let faith decide on who I'm going to spend the rest of my life with. It's like I don't have a choice with what goes on in my life; and I can't ... have that."

"So I'm begging you, please," I plead. "Please, don't tell anyone about what we are."

"I can pay you." I offered. And If Nott wasn't so caught off guards by how I was able to say the exact things he had planned to say 30 minutes before, he would've laugh at the prospect of being paid when he already had a fortune in his hands. "I don't have much but I could also do your work for the year, just don't," I pause, "tell anyone until I'm ready, please."

Theodore won't admit it but he feels impress. Because deep down, the Slytherin in him would've never been able to beg for something the way I'd just beg of him. And if he wasn't so taken aback by how I basically read his mind, he would've said something more coherent than: "Okay."

"Okay." I repeated his words, nodding. And even though he didn't audibly give me a reason to trust him on it, I knew that he meant it.

A part of me thinks that that must've been why we were soulmates because why else would I so blindly trust him on this secret of ours.

Tug. Tug. Tug. Blaise has been tugging at Theodore's pinky for the last five minutes now. Doing it over and over just to get a rise out of the brunet. But Theodore, quite honestly, couldn't care less as he watched the string tied around his pinky finger bounce with each pull of Zabini's hand.

Blaise, like the menace he is, enjoys bothering his best friend by pulling at the red string of his, but seeing as he couldn't actually see the string, the Slytherin has settled with just laying on Theodore's bed and repeatedly pulling at his pinky which sported the string instead.

"Honestly Nott, why are you so against finding your soulmate? We both know they're in this school so why won't you just make the effort to find them?" Blaise asks, pulling at his pale pinky once more. "Here I am, balls deep into finding mine and I find out that they're all the way in Durmstrang. Do you realise just how lucky you are?"

"Zabini stop," their other dorm mate, Elio, tsked. "Maybe he's just not ready to find them yet."

Blaise turns from his position on Theodore's bed to look at Elio. Retorting, "or maybe he just doesn't want to find them?"

"And that's okay," Elio replied with a roll of his eyes. "I'm sure he has a reason."

Blaise's attention shifts back to Theodore. "And that is?"

Theodore clears his throat, "I just don't want one."

Blaise squints his eyes, "uh huh," he lets out in disbelief. "Somehow I don't believe that."

"Okay," he murmurs, "I just don't like the concept of soulmates."

"And that's all to it?" Elio asks, fixing his tie as he listens into Theodore and Blaise's conversation.

"Yes." And when neither Blaise nor Elio seemed to believe him, he added. "And I'm tired of people pretending to be my soulmate despite the fact that I could clearly see they aren't."

"People have done that?" Elio asked, perplexed at the complex.

"For the right price people would do anything." Theodore mumbled, and when he noticed that Elio was heading out the door, he asked. "Where are you going?"

"I'm meeting Mark at the library," Elio says with a blissful smile. "I'll see you at dinner."

When Elio finally leaves, Blaise turns to Theodore with a dumbfounded look. "Mark?"

Theodore feels his pinky being pulled once more. "His soulmate."

On the other side of the castle, Mark watches as I throw my head on the table —albeit, dramatically, a groan slipping from my lips. Mark giggles, his nose scrunching along with it as he asks me what was wrong.

I lift my left hand up and into his line of sight, his giggles turning into a full blown laugh as my pinky pulls itself over and over in the same direction. "They're doing it again?"

"They're doing it again," I mumbled, lifting my head back up to look at my finger. "It's so annoying. I'm going to punch their face in the second I see them."

"That's a bit extreme," Mark says lightly. "Just tell them to stop doing it or something."

"Why do that when I can result to violence." I replied, tugging at the string as a sign for them to stop. "They do it all the time, it's so irritating."

"Well at least you know they're close by," Mark states, going back to his book. "Or else you wouldn't be able to even feel their pulls."

"Yeah." I nodded. "I guess that's something."

"What?" Mark asks, sensing a slight shift in the atmosphere. "Do you not want to find them?"

I shrug, "not really."

"Why not?" Mark follows up, abandoning his work completely.

"I just think that I shouldn't let the universe decide on who I spend the rest of my life with, is all," I say. "I want to make that decision myself."

Mark nods, humming, "I see where you're coming from." Understanding as ever. "But I also think it's nice that there's someone out there who will always be by your side no matter what, whether it be platonic or romantic, you know?"

"But that's not guaranteed, is it?" I counter. "I've heard stories where people found their soulmates but they didn't care for one another at all. I mean, at the end of the day, soulmates can't actually be soulmates if one doesn't reciprocate the other's feelings. So why try finding them at all if you're going to find out that they want nothing to do with you?"

"But what if they do," Mark argued.

"But what if they don't."

Mark sighs, "and if they do?"

"And if they don't—"

"Hi." I was cut off. "Shit! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt you," says Elio, eyes wide and apologetic. "What were you guys talking about?"

"Soulmates actually," Mark says with a smile, his pupils dilating at the sight of Elio. "Why are you here?"

Mark and Elio found out that they were each other's soulmate on the train ride over. Elio couldn't find his friend's carriage on the Hogswart Express and we were lucky enough to have empty space for the Slytherin.

"I wanted to see if you wanted to have dinner with me," Elio says. "And I also wanted you to meet my friends."

Who were, if I remembered correctly, Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, and Theodore Nott.

"Oh," Mark glances at me, then back at Elio. "This afternoon?"

"Yeah," Elio nodded. And I sense that he wanted to add 'when else' but held back against it. "At the Slytherin table, Is that okay?"

"Sure," Mark says, nodding quickly. "I'll see you."

Elio breaks into a smile, bidding a goodbye as he turns on his heels. "You're coming with me," Mark says the second Elio was far enough to not overhear us. "No arguments."

Two Hufflepuffs sitting idly chatting with four well known Slytherins must've been a weird sight for anyone that passes by. But Mark was having a fun time and that's all that matters.

Or to me at least. Mark sat to my left, with Elio sitting opposite him. Zabini was on my right, with Malfoy in front of him; leaving Nott right in front of me.

"Are you taking potions?" Zabini asks, trying to make conversation, seeing as Mark and Elio were the only people in this table who actually knew one another.

"Yep," I replied, placing my utensils down. "Are you?"

"The four of us are," Malfoy snickered. "At least there's two more tolerable people in that class with us."

Glad to know Malfoy found Mark and I tolerable. "So . . ." I drew out, thinking of anything we could chat about. "What did you guys do this summer?"

"Blaise dragged us to Europe to find his soulmate," Malfoy answered bitterly.

"Oh." The better part of me was intrigued, wanting to know if he did find them. I turned to Zabini beside me. "Did you find them?"

"No," he says, a slightly disappointed look on his face. "Too many students at Durmstrang and too little time."

"Well there's always next year," I say, trying to encourage him.

Zabini hums in agreement. "What about you? Have you found yours yet?"

Elio called out my name before I could answer his friend, and when I turned to him, he held out a goblet filled with pumpkin juice for me to take. Reaching for the glass, I felt a tug at my pinkie but paid no heed to it as I took the goblet from Elio's hand. Resting it on the table, my eyes caught onto a twinkle of red glowing right in front of me.

With furrowed brows, my line of sight found its way to the seat opposing mine, and along with it, the person who took the spot. Red string wrapped around his left pinkie, just like mine. Glowing slightly under the candle light.

Realisation settles in as I slowly look up at Nott, taking in his blank wide eyed expression that seemed to be processing the same information as I was.

Just to be sure, my hand reaches upwards to rub at my eyes before my vision falls back once more to my left pinkie, then the red string that connects me to the boy right in front of me.

Theodore Nott was my soulmate.

"Can you pass me the salt?" Malfoy asks Nott from his side, causing the brunet to break out of his trance.

Our eyes met for the briefest second, unspoken understanding warming up within me. And when Nott shifts his attention to where the salt currently resides, the tip of his ears shined as red as the string tethering us to one another.

The Marauders map is a great stalker tool to have. I didn't have it per se, but I knew people who did and they were kind enough to lend it to me when I needed it. I owe Harry a favour for this.

My eyes glance between the footsteps on the map tagged: Theodore Nott, and the corridor in front of me. Trying to be as quiet as I could with each corner I turn, if I were to get caught chasing some guy who seemed to be coming my direction at eleven P.M at night then who knows the kind of punishment I would get.

Theodore was walking with purpose when I found him. He walked with enough purpose for me to need to jog after him just to catch up. A hand latches onto his wrist, pulling him into one of the many secret corridors Hogswart held.

"Hi," I said breathlessly, panting as I watched him decide between fighting or flighting. He seemed to have found me harmless, settling on just gazing down at me instead. "Just give me a second to catch my breath."

There were many things he didn't say, just observing as I tried to calm myself down. I noticed a few things then about him, he was tall, lanky even, his doe eyes and hair the direct contrast of his pale skin, and his jawline was sharp enough to cut through wood.

"Uhm—" I stood up to my full height and found that I had to peer up at him. Freakishly tall motherfucker. "—I'm not going to waste your time by beating around the bush, so I'm just going to spill it."

"Actually I needed to have a word with you," he murmurs. And I have to reel myself over because that must've been the first time I heard him speak.

"Well, I found you first so I speak first," I tell him with a tight lip smile. "You can speak after okay? Okay."

His eyes squinted and I could tell that he was frustrated with not being able to get his words in.

"I'm going to need a favour from you," I say first, his eye brows rising slightly at my words. "I need you to keep us being soulmates a secret."

"It's not you, I promise," I added quickly. "I'm sure you're a great guy, you're very handsome too but I'm just— I can't just let fate decide on who I'm going to spend the rest of my life with. It's like I don't have a choice with what goes on in my life; and I can't ... have that."

"So I'm begging you, please," I plead. "Please, don't tell anyone about what we are."

"I can pay you." I offered. And If Nott wasn't so caught off guard by how I was able to say the exact things he had planned to say 30 minutes before, he would've laughed at the prospect of being paid when he already had a fortune in his hands. "I don't have much but I could also do your work for the year, just don't," I pause, "tell anyone until I'm ready, please."

Theodore won't admit it but he feels impressed. Because deep down, the Slytherin in him would've never been able to beg for something the way I'd just beg of him. And if he wasn't so taken aback by how I basically read his mind, he would've said something more coherent than: "Okay."

"Okay." I repeated his words, nodding. And even though he didn't audibly give me a reason to trust him on it, I knew that he meant it.

A part of me thinks that that must've been why we were soulmates because why else would I so blindly trust him on this secret of ours.

Platonic soulmates. That's what Theodore and I decided on. Well not really, Theodore had brought up the idea of cutting our soulmate ties completely with a spell he'd found but the Hufflepuff in me couldn't actually go through with the idea so we decided on platonic soulmates. Or just classmates who are hiding a secret that would blow up in their faces if anyone found out.

Hogsmeade weekend came faster this year; Mark and I (along with four other Slytherins who'd found their way into our friend group) were lucky enough to make the trip.

It hasn't begun snowing yet, although the weather sure felt like it. The temperature was warmer this morning, which was why I found it unnecessary to bring my jacket, and now, in hindsight, I see that that was a terrible idea.

It was getting late, and the weather was not getting warmer at all. "Dude, are you okay?" Mark asks. Dude must sound weird to the other four pure bloods. But dude, to me, was Mark showing that he cared for me. "You've been shivering for the past five minutes."

"I'm fine," I say, a clear lie and we all know it. "I'll just cast a warming spell, don't worry."

Mark's brow furrowed, "are you sure? Here—" he shrugs off his coat, "—just wear mine."

I didn't have to look around to know that the four Slytherin were watching us. And under any other circumstances I would gladly take Mark's jacket, but that was a somewhat intimate thing to do. Especially in front of his soulmate, so, like the civilised person I am, I shook my head and cast a warming spell on myself.

"Dude stop being stubborn, you're literally freezing."

"And I look good doing it so just take your coat, Mark." I argued.

"Okay then." He sighs. "If that's what you want."It's not. Mark pulls his coat back on as he continues walking down the Hogsmeade streets with the rest of us behind him and Elio. "So where should we go next?"

A grasp on my elbow, takes my attention away from Malfoy's answer to Mark's question. I look down, finding slim hands holding onto me. My gaze trails upward to find Theodore who had halted both our steps as he shrugs off his coat.

The brunet nudges it forward, wordlessly offering it for me to take. And when I shook my head, feeling uneasy at the prospect of making him suffer the harsh weather if I did take his jacket. He insists: "It's fine," he says, nudging it forward once more, the red string on his pinkie clear as ever. "I run hot."

"And is cold blooded," Zabini snickered to receive a glare from Nott. I stifled a giggle, finally feeling at ease with the two of them. Zabini's demeanour seems to soften at my half assed attempt to hide a laugh, and tells me to: "Just take it."

Okay. Fine. I will take it. The cold was biting my ass anyways. I reached out for the jacket but was pleasantly surprised when Nott helped me into it instead. "Thank you," I murmured.

Theodore, or at least his coat, smells like a combination of things that I could only assume he likes; things like: the sea, books whether it be old or new, earl grey tea, bearded irises, and vanilla.

Nott only hums at my gratitude, listening back into Mark's conversation with Malfoy.

"You never did tell me whether you found your soulmate yet," Zabini says suddenly. "Have you?"

"No," I answered, and unlike earlier, he actually believes in this lie of mine. "And I'm not really looking for one either."

"Funny," Blaise says with a mischievous smile. "That's what Nott also said." Not exactly, but it was something along that line. "Are you sure you're not each other's soulmate?"

From the corner of my eyes, I spy the tip of Theodore's ears flushing. The pink contrasting his dark features adorably. His face showed no emotion, his brown doe eyes rolling with feign annoyance. "I'm pretty sure I'd know my soulmate if I saw them as often as I see her, Zabini."

"Wish it were that easy," I mumbled, adding onto the illusion of us not being tied to each other. "I'll let you know when I find out who they are though."

"Really?" He says testingly.

"If you're so invested in it then yes."

He smirks, "let's hope you keep your promise then, princess."

Little did Zabini know, his promise had already been broken.

Faith must've been playing some kind of sick joke. I knew that I'd be taking potions with the four Slytherin, but for me to be studying a love potion on the first day I had class with my 'soulmate' was just plain evil.

And I think, something along the lines of Professor Slughorn making Nott and I be the first to take a gander at the potion, to smell it and to describe what it smelled like to us, was even more cruel.

A glance at Nott, and another at the brewing pot in front of us, had me taking in a deep breath as I prepared myself for what's to come. I took a step forward, Nott to my side, and leaned forward to take a sniff at the potion.

The first round of scents were pleasant, home cooked meals, the smell of my clean room after a tiring day, my favourite snack and the likes of it. Then the second waft of the potion hits and I wondered whether it was what I was actually attracted to or what I was supposed to be attracted to since all I could smell was nothing but Nott.

Or at least the scent of his coat; sea salt, books, vanilla and a hint of his (what I think is) argan oil shampoo, which I assumed I could only smell because he was so close by.

"So?" Professor Slughorn egged us on with a smile. "Tell us what you smell."

Nott and I shared a look and I knew then that we could only smell one another. "The sea," I took the initiative to speak first. "Vanilla."

"Is that all?" Asks the Professor. "Is there a special someone you smell?"

Yes. Is what I didn't say, only shaking my head as I nudged at Nott's side for him to speak next.

"I'm sorry Professor but I couldn't really smell anything." Nott says barely above a whisper.

Professor Slughorn's furrowed his brows in concern. Did Nott not have something he loved? "Nothing at all?"

"Not really," the Slytherin murmurs. "I could only smell her."

Her?

Oh.

Me. I'm her.

Okay.

"Really?" Slughorn murmurs, clearly fascinated. "Well isn't that interesting?"

Nott only hums, moving away from the pot and as I turned with him, my eyes caught onto the pink tinged on his ears. Cute.

I couldn't even take a step towards my desk when Zabini swept me away, Malfoy by his side. Zabini smiles widely at my curious expression, and I wonder for a second if Nott has broken his promise and told them about our secret. Cautiously, I asked him. "What?"

"We need a favour."

"No." Was my first and final answer. Zabini only frowns, not the slightest bit faltering his quest. "I need you to steal Theodore away for a day." He says, instead. I shook my head, repeating myself, "No."

"Oh come on," Blaise pouts, "his birthday's this Sunday and we want to throw him a small surprise party."

"Which won't be a surprise if he was there," Malfoy adds unnecessarily.

"Why can't you be the one to distract him or whatever you're planning on making me do?"

"Because he'll suspect it," Malfoy answers with a roll of his eyes. "Nott's smart, he'll get suspicious of us."

"And he won't get suspicious of me?" I retorted.

"I haven't thought that through actually," Blaise murmurs. "But! We need all hands on deck to plan the party and fill it up with things he likes."

"And I can't help with that?" I ask.

Malfoy rolls his eyes. "What do you know about Nott?"

That he is my soulmate. But besides that, quite literally nothing. Okay. One point to Malfoy and Zabini, I guess. I sigh, slowly accepting my defeat. "What about Mark?"

"Mark's going to help us set up with Elio."

"Why can't you ask for the house elves to set it up for you?"

"Why can't you stop asking us questions?" Malfoy snaps.

I turn to the blond, my expression sour. "Hey you're the one asking me for a favour here, I don't think you can afford to be a bitch to me right now."

Malfoy rolls his eyes again, more attitude than ever. "So you're going to do it?"

"I never said—"

"Great!" Blaise cuts me off. "Have Theo out by ten A.M and have him back by six P.M, okay?" He says excited, and yet not loud enough for Nott, who had been sitting three desks away from our conversation to hear. "Okay! And if you guys do anything, please use protection we're way to young to have kids—"

"Oh fuck off." With a chuckle, Zabini finally leaves me alone, dragging Malfoy with him. With the two Slytherins no longer in sight, my eyes drift towards the only empty desk left and make my way towards it.

One, two, table passes, until I finally reach an empty seat and I find myself meeting eyes with Theodore. His face remains stone cold as ever, only looking at me blankly. He didn't have to say it for me to know that was curious about what his friends had said to me.

Setting my stuff down, I sat beside him and I found myself mustering up the courage to go through with Zabini and Malfoy's favour. "Hey," I start, Nott now giving me his undivided attention. "Do you want to go out this weekend?"

His expression changes for the slightest second that if I hadn't been watching him, I'd have missed it. "I thought we agreed on keeping it platonic."

"Yeah," I agreed quickly. "And that's not going to change anytime soon. Think of this as us bonding as platonic soulmates."

He guessed he owed me that, which was why he stood outside of the Hufflepuff's Common Room idly, waiting for me to come out and get on with our soulmates bonding day.

A smile came across my lips when I spotted him, looking as out of place as possible. "Hi," I said, going up to him. Theodore didn't bother replying, only standing tall as he waited for me to lead the way.

The ride to Hogsmeade was awkward —as to be expected from two people who knew little to nothing about one another. Theodore climbed out of the carriage first, offering a hand to help me off of the ride.

Before we began our journey, Theodore caught onto my wrist with his right hand, his left reaching for his wand and wordlessly, he casted a warming up spell on me.

"Thank you." I'd be lying if I said that it didn't have an effect on me. "So where should we go?"

His lips pursed, thinking. "You didn't plan anything?"

"Not really." This favour was a last minute thing, I didn't have time to actually plan things out. "I thought we could just walk around and look at things."

Theodore wasn't the easiest to read, but I knew from the shift in his features that he was judging me. He then nudges his head to the side. "Let's get you something to eat."

Theodore took me to a bakery by the end of Hogsmeade, the shop was heavily vanilla scented, people coming in and out every second. Nott ordered a vanilla danish, then another when he looked at my face.

I ordered my pastries, and reached into my bag for the sickles I needed. Before I could actually get it out though, Theodore was already pulling me to the side, mumbling a "don't bother" as the next customer made their order.

I frown, handing out the few sickles I owed towards him, he took a glance at my hand, then back to my face. "What did I just say?"

"I can't just let you pay for me."

He didn't say anything, but his expression alone suggests that he won't be taking my money anytime soon.

"Seriously, dude, I can't just let you pay for me."

"Let's go," Theodore deflects, taking a parcel filled with our purchases when the shop's clerk handed it out to us.

I followed after him, not before attempting to shove my money into his pockets and failing to do so when he shifted away from me. "You're being rude."

"Oh I'm being rude?" Theodore scoffs, and I think that that must've been the first time I hear real emotions in his voice. "For paying for you?"

"Yeah," I replied. "Paying for someone is only nice when they want you to pay for them."

"Well," he murmurs. "What's so wrong with me paying for you when you want me to pay for you."

"Don't gaslight me!"

Theodore smiles at my word, a small laugh bubbling out of him. "I'm doing no such things." And then, he adds in a mocking manner, "dude."

What an ass.

I led Theodore towards The Three Broomsticks, if he wasn't going to take my money then I'll just have to get him something in return. I ordered two butterbeers as he began unwrapping our pastries.

He handed mine to me and dug into his vanilla danish. A minute passes, the two of us eating in silence and I wondered if I should've just taken him to a movie instead, maybe then it'd be less awkward.

The butter beer arrives and I took a sip, wiping my lips with the back of my hand right after. "You have a little something—" my finger points towards my upper lips "—there."

He made quick work in wiping it off, eyes casting down as he turned his head to pick up a tissue paper. His red ears made a reappearance then, embarrassed as ever.

After we finished our meals, Theodore excuses himself as he heads towards the bathroom. I think then that this was the perfect opportunity; I called out to one of the shop's clerks and when they approached, I asked for the check.

The shop clerk, an elderly lady, frowns, "what are you talking about, love? Your boyfriend already covered it."

What? "I'm sorry, you must've gotten me mixed up with another table, I haven't paid yet."

"No?" She frowns. "The brunet, pale, about ye height—" the woman gestures over her head "—isn't with you?"

With me, yes. Boyfriend, no. "Did he pay?"

"Yes," she smiles, "just a second ago really."

If I could scream out of frustration I would. I glared at Theodore when he returned, he seemed to know what had happened as he walked with pride.

"You're not as smart as you think you are," he says, grabbing his things. "I knew what you were thinking."

"Well." I stood up, gathering my things as well. "What am I thinking right now?"

"What an ass I am." Smart ass.

"Lucky guest." I murmur.

"Is it now?" He replied testingly, taking my things from my hands.

I squint my eyes, looking at him threateningly. "I will destroy you, Theodore Nott."

"I'd like to see you try." The amount of stuff in his hands made him look ridiculous, walking out of the inn with little to no expression at all when he adds: "soulmate."

I returned Theodore to his friends by six, having snuck into the ladies room to send a patronus to Mark before doing so. Not a minute goes by when his patronus returns, a cheetah opening up its mouth to cheerfully say: "Okay dude, We're ready for you!"

I did what was asked of me and brought him to the room of requirements, Theodore trailed after me, clearly confused but never uttering a word about it.

Once we arrived in front of the door, I turn to meet his eyes. "Why didn't you tell me today was your birthday?"

He blinks. "It wasn't important."

"Your birthday isn't important to you?"

"No." He murmurs. "Why are we here?"

I push the door open, and it takes him a few seconds to realise what had happened. Elio jumps out, Mark by his side screaming as loudly as they could "happy birthday!"

Theodore stares at them for a bit before turning to me, "is that why you spent the day with me?" He asks first. "They put you up to this?"

If I heard disappointment in his tone, I didn't let it get to me. Mustering up a small smile, I push him towards his friends. "Enjoy your party, Theo."

Elio and Blaise swept him away, pulling him towards one of the corners where the snacks were placed. My expression must've been telling, of what exactly, I didn't know. But Mark seems to notice it, asking me in a quiet hush. "Are you okay?"

I nod distractedly. "Yup, why wouldn't I be?"

"I don't know," Mark frowns, "you look a little off."

I smile at him. Mark knows me better than I knew myself. "I'm fine," I reassured him, "just a little tired."

"Okay," Mark says, leaving it at that with a sceptical look. "Let's get you something to drink."

"Was today just a ruse to get me away from the castle?"

Theodore had found me an hour after we arrived, looking distracted as ever when he handed over a slice of cake he'd saved for me.

"What?"

"You didn't actually want to bond with me, did you?"

I thought over my options, should I lie to him or just let him know the truth. Deciding on the latter, I tell him: "yeah, Zabini and Malfoy asked me to—" the clench in his jaw caught my attention "—wait, are you upset?"

Truthfully, Theodore says, "yes."

To say I was baffled was an understatement. "Why? What's wrong? Do you not like the party?"

"No," he counters. "It's not the party, the party's fine."

A beat passes by, Theodore hesitating. And then, finally, he says. "It's you."

"Me?" Have I done something to upset him? "Did I say something—"

"I thought you wanted to spend the day with me."

"I'm sorry." I'm not sure why exactly I was apologising but it felt like the right thing to do. "But to be fair, you didn't actually want to spend the day with me, did you?"

He avoids my eyes and I knew then that things can no longer be platonic. "I think you should leave before I do something idiotic."

"Like?"

"Kiss you."

How does one respond to that? His ears aren't red this time round. The look on his face is torn between hesitancy and distress. And I was stupid enough to reach up to him, a palm cradling his face, meeting his dark eyes.

A second passes and when he doesn't make to move away, I stand up to the tip of my toes and press my lips onto his. Theodore leans down, easing the strain of my neck as he kisses back without missing a beat.

A bump of the nose causes us to pull back, looking at one another with wide blown eyes before a subtle glow catches our attention. Tied to our pinkies, the string glows red, a shot of spark passing from his end towards mine only for it to lose its light when none comes from my side to ignite it.

What the spark means exactly, I didn't know. But I will not spend another second waiting around to see what it might meant. "That was a mistake," I say quickly, gathering my things. "Goodnight, Theodore."

I didn't know why I didn't notice it at first, but as I walked away, slice of cake in hand; the feel of plastic beneath the cake caught me off guard. I bring it into my eyesight, a vanilla danish neatly wrapped with a note attached to its side.

It seems like you've got me wrapped around your finger. Do me a favour and don't let it linger.

Blaise had a theory. And that theory consists of his two friends who had yet to find their soulmates. Or so they say.

Gathered around the room of requirement were the same people who attended Theodore's birthday party, give or take five people less.

Blaise stands in the middle of the room, the rest of us lounging on the sofa as we watch him speak. "Come here you," he points at Theodore, then he turns to me, "you as well."

My nerves gets the better part of me, causing me to glance at Theodore for help despite knowing that we were both drowning in the same boat. Did Blaise know about us being soulmates? Did Theodore tell him about it? Maybe I shouldn't have trusted him so blindly.

"You two," he says loudly. "Have been lying to us!" And then, a few notches down, he adds, "I think."

My brows furrowed, feigning innocence. "How so?"

Like a magician, he lifts up his hand dramatically, then grabs Theodore's pale hand in it. And in my eyes, the string was as visible as ever. I think I know where he was going with this and there's nothing to prepare me for what's to come next.

"Pay attention to her fingers okay?" Blaise instructs. I feel faint, dizzy, all the adjectives for nauseousness as each second passes by. "Her soulmate pinkie to be exact."

This is it. This is when they find out and Mark hates me for the rest of his life because I didn't tell him I'd found my soulmate.

Mark frowns, his bottom lips caught in his teeth as he watches on sceptically.

Blaise pulls at Theodore's pinkie, the same exact motion he'd done on end for the last couple of months. And, just like it had before, my finger pulls to Theodore's direction. Blaise pulls at it again and the same set of motions repeats itself.

"Why didn't you tell us?" Elio spoke first.

"Well," I began, everyone's attention turning to me. "Because, it's not your fucking business." Mark stifles a laugh at my words. "Theodore and I chose to keep it a secret for a reason."

"And that reason is?" Malfoy chimes in.

I didn't have to say anything for Theodore to know what I wanted them to know. "We didn't want soulmates."

"And now?" Blaise follows up. "Do you still not want soulmates?"

"Honestly?" I say. "I don't know."

It takes Theodore five seconds to note Mark's arrival at the Slytherin table. And it takes him another three seconds to notice that I wasn't there with them.

Mark chats animatedly with Elio, not once pausing to explain my lack of appearance at tonight's dinner.

Maybe they've grown too fond of me, or maybe Blaise likes me more than Theo thought he did, because he was quick to ask Mark where I was. "Doll's, not having dinner with us tonight?"

"No." Mark didn't even bat an eyelash at the pet name Blaise used. "She caught a cold and asked me to bring her something when I get back."

Theodore eyebrow's knit together curiously. "She's not in the infirmary?"

If the people at the table noticed the hint of concern in his voice, they didn't show it. Well —everyone except Mark that is. A gasp falls from his lips, staring at Theodore with wide eyes. Did he fancy his best friend?

Mark catches himself, shaking his head as he explained. "She said that it was just a common cold and that it'll go away soon. She didn't want to waste Madam Pomfrey's time when she could be focusing on something more pressing."

And when Theodore's eyes narrows. Mark feels the need to clarify himself. "Her words, not mine."

Theodore stands up then, excusing himself as he tells Mark not to worry about me and that he'll get something for me to eat. Mark didn't even get a chance to remind him about my meds before he slipped away and into the kitchens.

Mark didn't stress over it though, something in him knew that Theodore would not forget my medications.

A set of knocks lands on my door, approximately fifteen minutes later. And with a groggy "come in" from my bed; the door clicks open, Theodore standing behind it with a tray of food floating behind him.

"Theo?" I rub my eyes, unsure of what I was seeing. "What are you doing here?"

"Mark tells me you're sick." Did he? "So I brought you dinner." That's ... nice of him to do.

Theodore stands awkwardly by the door, not stepping an inch into a room. A part of me wonders if he was a vampire, waiting to be formally invited in before he could actually do anything. "You can come in."

The tray of food floats over first, resting just on top of my bedside table. Theodore follows in after it, staying a few feet away from my bed. "Wait, who let you in? Through the barrels and stuff?"

"No one in particular." He says. "They left the entrance open."

That was the hufflepuff way of doing things.

"Well thank you." My palm lays flat on my bed, pushing all of my body weight to a seating position. "For this. I know you'd rather spend the night doing something more fun than doing Mark a favour."

Theodore frowns, coming over to my side. "Mark didn't ask me to do this," he tells me; his hand carefully reaching for my arm, the other pressing against the small of my back to help me sit up properly. "I just wanted to make sure you were okay."

My attempt to resist teasing him was futile, even sick and on the verge of dying, I still think that Theodore's reaction to things —if there was one that is— was adorable. "Awh, did you miss me?"

Theodore didn't bother to say no. He didn't have to, it was clear by the hesitant look on his face that he did miss me. Even if I'd only just seen him yesterday.

"You should eat," he says instead, the glimpse of his tinging red ears not missed by me when he handed me a glass of water. "Drink this, eat, then take your medications."

A roll of my eyes paired with an 'I know' has him standing straight. And somehow, I get the feeling that he thinks he might've overstepped my boundaries. Not knowing what to say —or do for that matter, I settled on telling him: "thank you, again. I really appreciate it, Theo."

Theodore hums and we could both sense that our conversation was ending, but, strangely enough, despite never knowing what to say in front of him, I can't seem to just let him slip away tonight.

A glance at the tray Theo brought, then another back at him, had me asking a question I might be regretting minutes later. "Have you eaten, Theo?"

His eyes fell down onto my hand, the floor, anything but my face. The corner of his lips twists, a small dent in his cheek barely hiding his attempt to bite back a smile. He knew where I was going with this. "No."

A shift to the side, a pat on the empty seat besides me. "Good." I say first. "We can share."

The string tied to our pinkie glows, and this time, unlike the first, the sparks meets in the middle, igniting brighter than it has ever done before.

Being sick gave me a lot of time to reflect. And even more time for me to realise that me saying 'I don't know' complicates things. Everyone seems to be walking around eggshells when the topic of Theodore and I came up and quite frankly I'm fucking tired of it.

Theodore likes me. We're soulmates. This should be easy. I know how I feel, I can make things work.

Like feels childish. Love feels too strong. Infatuated is what I'm not when it comes to Theodore. I care for him the same way he cares for me. That should say something shouldn't it?

What I recently learned about Theodore is that he takes up an entire table at the library. Just him alone, and the whole table that would usually host four students all because he works in a mess.

"Uhm—" he looks up at me. "—can I sit here?"

He nods and turns back to his book. Not moving a single thing to the side. I sigh, organising his mess to one side and making a mental note to tell him off about it later. But for now, I ought to get my feelings sorted out.

"I wanted to talk to you," I say first. Theo hums, signalling that he was listening to me. "Can you look at me, please?"

He looks up from his page and shoved his book to the side, giving me his full undivided attention.

"I thought about it and I don't want to be platonic soulmates anymore," I tell him.

He looks in thought. "So you came here to say that you want to sever the soulmates connection?"

"No!" I say quickly, eyes wide. "No, not that. At all."

He seems to know what was going to come next, the corner of his lips turning upwards but he stops himself, not wanting to get too excited. "What is it then?"

"I care for you," I tell him. "And if you still care for me, I want to give this soulmate thing a shot."

His eyes soften. "Of course, I still care for you." He replies. "And I'm assuming by care you mean love?"

I pursed my lips, going over what I wanted to say and being careful with how I choose to phrase it. Finally, I decided on: "Not love per se," I say first. "Just us taking a step towards it."

" 'course not," he replies. "Baby steps, right?"

"Right," I say, feeling awkward under his gaze. "Baby steps." And then, I added. "Now if we're going to make this soulmate thing work out we need to actually go out."

He nods. "I'll take you to dinner on Friday then."

"Sure." A smile creeps onto my face. "It's a date." The tip of his ears reddens at my words, cute as ever. "I can't wait to see your cute little butt then."

Theodore fixes me a look between amused and judging, he breaks after a bit, shaking his head with a small chuckle. Incredulously he says, "I can't believe I'm in love with you."

"Woah there dude, you're moving a little fast," I said with a small smile. "Slow it down a bit, will you?"

"Too late, my love." And if I had a small liking towards the guy, my feelings were definitely amplified by his stupidly dumb sense of humour. "I've already gotten your name tattooed on my buttocks."

— from bee: i havent wrote in so long, this was so fun!! i always love writing theo so this was just a blast hehe

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imaginidol · 1 year ago

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Wooyoung: The Boxing Match

!!mentions of nsfw!! 18+ !! do NOT interact if you’re not comfortable with smut!! thank you for the fun request!! pls feel free to send more, as this was really creative and interesting to figure out!! if you’re interested, i have a hongjoong ver. smut, san ver. smut, mingi ver. smut, yunho ver. smut, jongho ver. smut and i will have more up soon and updated here as i finish the requests!!

“Fuck,” Wooyoung irritatingly threw his training towel over his forehead as he took a swig of his water bottle, avoiding the large screen in front of him as it repeatedly flashed the final results of tonight’s boxing match.

Kim Yugyeom v. Jung Wooyoung

12 Rounds @ Olympic Gymnast Arena

Scorecard: 112-110 | 110-110 | 120-107

Wooyoung crushed his water bottle and tossed it into a trash can, making his way to the backstage locker room as his team trailed behind him, patting him down with more towels and offering him more water.

It goes without saying that the boy was beyond pissed at his performance tonight. He sat alone at a bench and asked for space with a few minutes to cool down, to which his team deliberately agreed.

“Wooyoung,” Yugyeom walks up to the boy and pats his opponent’s back, “you did well tonight. You’re getting so much better, don’t beat yourself over the results.”

I won’t beat myself up over it ‘cause you already did me that favor, Wooyoung curses quietly to himself, nodding at his winning opponent.

“Thanks. You did well,” he says, wanting to add more, though he knew nothing appropriate would come out of his mouth if he kept talking. He was too angry, felt too dispirited, and most definitely wanted to wipe the nasty smirk off Yugyeom’s face.

As soon as Yugyeom walked out of the locker room, Wooyoung lunged himself forward and punched a wall pad in resentment.

“FUCK,” he shouted, ripping his handwraps off with immense aggravation and wanting nothing more than to go home and take a long, quiet shower.

—

Scorching drops of hot water splashed against Wooyoung’s bare back as he attempted to relax under the steaming shower. His efforts were to no avail, as every time he closed his eyes he was met with the burning image of Yugyeom’s villainous simper in the boxing ring.

Of course, Yugyeom had been training far longer than Wooyoung, and even though Wooyoung’s growth and training with 1-on-1 opponents had made him a promising candidate against Yugyeom in a match, his stamina wasn’t nearly enduring at the level he’d hoped for during the last few rounds of their fight. It seemed as though Yugyeom’s stamina had strengthened towards the end, a skill or tactic that Wooyoung couldn’t yet wrap his head around.

Fuck this, Wooyoung turns his body towards the shower head, wanting to clear his mind off tonight’s events instead.

He outstretches one hand to lean against the white tile wall in front of him, hunching over to wrap the other around his meat.

—

You turn the key to Wooyoung’s apartment, hoping he’d be home by now. The last thing you wanted to do was remind him of tonight’s result, as you knew how much the sport meant to him. So, you intended to approach him cautiously so as to not trigger his disappointment.

“Wooyoung?” You walk through the apartment, but most of the lights are out.

Maybe he’s asleep, you think, placing a pint of his favorite ice cream inside the freezer. You start making your way to his room, but the lights in there are also out.

The only light effusing faintly through the room was coming from the restroom, and you could hear the sounds of the running shower echoing from behind the slightly-opened door.

Oh, he’s home, then, you think, almost smiling before realizing that there were more sounds coming from inside the restroom than just the running shower head.

Soft moans and grunts emitted from deep within Wooyoung’s throat, and you placed an ear closer to the door to make sure there wasn’t anyone else in there with him.

What am I doing? He wouldn’t cheat on me—

OOF!!

Wooyoung lets out a startled shriek as you stumble into the restroom floor, falling flat on your face after having tripped over some folded jeans and a belt in the dark.

“I’M SO SORRY,” you scramble back to your feet, lunging for the door and slamming it shut behind you.

“Babe? When’d you get here?” Wooyoung yells from inside as he turns off the shower head, wrapping a loose towel around his waist.

“I only just got here,” you say, hugging your knees as you crouched on the floor against the restroom door.

Behind you, Wooyoung opens the door and a hot cloud of steam emerges from behind him.

“What are you doing here so late!?” he smiles for the first time all night, pulling you up and hugging you from behind. “Shouldn’t you be home and asleep right now?”

Damp drops of his wet hair soak your cheek and shirt collar as he buries his head into your shoulder, planting soft and wet kisses against your neck.

“I couldn’t not see you tonight,” you say quietly.

“Right,” Wooyoung pauses, lifting his head back in a scoff as the unpleasant reminder of tonight’s match crosses his mind. “That fucker’s good, I can’t deny it.”

You felt Wooyoung shiver slightly as the steamed warmth of the restroom had begun to slowly fade away.

"Uhm, why don't you go ahead and finish your shower? Get your mind off things."

"Okay," he huffs, "but you're coming with me."

—

Wooyoung, ever so gently, cranks up the heated water temperature and throws a water-safe lubing tube aside before turning his body around to face you. His wet hair falls over his forehead, his eyes darkening in desperation at the sight of your naked body leaning against the wall.

He wraps his hands slowly around your waist, leaning his face in closer as he begins caressing his lips gently against yours. He trails his teeth slowly to your bottom lip, nibbling ever so slightly as the water progressively got warmer and warmer behind him.

You wrap your arms around his neck and lean your head back as he trails kisses all over you. Soft gasps begin escaping your lips as you feel him lean his body weight against you, pinning your back further against the wall as his hardened cock poked itself between your thighs. You clutched onto the horizontal shower handle as Wooyoung carefully lifted you over it, groping your ass with both hands as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

For a few moments, you both remained comfortably in this position whilst making out longer, letting the hot water pour against your bodies as more and more steam fogged the air around you. You'd closed your eyes and let yourself be immersed by the feeling of his hot lips fighting to dominate yours, his tongue tracing and circling inside and around your mouth. He traced one hand against the outline of your ass to your waist, massaging his fingers gently around your nipple. You gasped at the sudden feel of his soft fingertips against your breasts, and your continuous soft moans only further hardened his already-erect cock.

He smiled into your mouth as he began gliding his hand back down to your abdomen, nudging gently against your clit as your moans progressively became more and more desperate for him.

"I might've not been able to win my boxing match," he whispers, "but I'll sure as hell make sure I dominate the fuck out of this one."

He pulls his fingers away from your clit and begins aligning his dick carefully with your entrance. You let out soft moans as the boy begins thrusting himself into you, experimenting with different speeds as your despairing cries begged for more. You clawed your fingernails deep into his back as the boy recklessly fucked you over and over, your insides heating up as the sounds of his desperate moans greeted your ears. The size of his cock was enough to make you want to scream at him to stop, but he just felt too fucking good pounding away like this when he was angry that you wouldn't dare yourself to give in.

"Fuck," he groans, lifting one of your legs up and over his shoulder as you safely clutched most of your weight against the shower handles. The boy tried desperately to hold in his grunts and groans, but with each deepening thrust, he kept flashing the stupid grin of Yugyeom's face in his mind, irking his anger more and more as he took it out on you. This resulted in a heated, rough fucking-session, and each impending whimper and scream from your mouth only made him want to push further.

In a sudden instant, he pulled out, making you whimper in slight frustration thinking he'd finished. But fuck no, he wasn't anywhere near done.

You switch positions, and now your body is turned at one end of the shower facing away from him, his hands wrapped around your stomach and your lower back as he breathes heavily into your ear.

"Bend for me," is all he says as you obediently hunch yourself forward, placing both your arms against the tub's edges as you feel his body weight leaning into your ass.

Once he's realigned to your entrance again, he assumes his reckless fucking as he starts hitting it from the back. With both hands groped tightly against your hips, the boy holds nothing back as he fucks into you at full throttle.

He's really fucking pissed. Also, you feel really fucking good as your velvety walls lurch around his throbbing cock.

"Fuck, babe," you whimper, holding back from letting your knees give in completely the moment he finds your G-spot. "Stay right there, fuck me right there."

The tempered boy starts panting harder with each deepening thrust, closing his eyes as his dampened bangs rocked back and forth against his forehead. He could feel the heated rush of pumping blood overwhelming every cell of his throbbing member. He leaned one arm forward against the wall, the other still wrapped tightly against your ass.

You let out a final, pleasurable cry as your boyfriend triggers a hot, gratifying orgasm, your knees buckling in place as you bent and rested your face over your folded arms against the tub's edge. His groans were not far from yours as he concentrated on reaching his climax next. Finally, his knees weaken at the feel of his cum shooting through and out of your walls, a final victory that he could satisfyingly consider bringing home for the night.

"Fuck," he says, pulling you up as you rested your head against his shoulder, hot water splashing delightfully against your bodies.

"You're good at fucking people up," you smile as he bends over to leave hot, gentle kisses over your gaped mouth.

"Nah," he smiles, "I'm just good at fucking you."

—

One gentler shower later, you both cuddled under Wooyoung's covers feeling fresher and more satisfied after the night's better outcomes.

"Wooyoung?" you look up under your hair towel as he leaves gentle kisses against your forehead. "Would you ever have a re-match with Yugyeom?"

"Hmm," he smiles, toying with a finger gently against your stomach, "I don't know yet."

"I think you should," you declare.

"I don't always have to win. I have to learn to accept defeat, too," he smiles.

"Oh," you say, intertwining your fingers around his. "I hope you lose a lot more, then."

"Why would you say that?" he furrows his brows in annoyance.

"Because I like the way you fuck me when you're mad," you smirk.

"Believe me," he giggles, sinking his face into your neck, "I'll try not to lose too many matches to keep you safe, then."

You both soon fell asleep, Wooyoung satisfied with the thought that at the very least, there was one thing that even a great boxer like Yugyeom couldn't ever take away from him.

You.

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tired-biscuit · 2 years ago

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18+ fem!reader // quirkless AU. cw: alcohol, infidelity.

thinking about your friend's sweetheart of a boyfriend kirishima, who stays up and helps you clean after everyone else has already either passed out on your couch, or left the party you've thrown to celebrate your new job promotion, and thus an upcoming - unavoidable - switch to another city.

it's almost four in the morning, you're tired from all the socializing and drinking, and yet you catch yourself feeling pleasantly surprised by the fact that your friend's new boyfriend offers to keep you company as you try and sort out your home into its previous state of tidiness that you're normally used to.

the task before you is certainly no easy job after hosting such a fun party, however luckily for you, kirishima - or kiri, as he tells you to call him - is still as talkative and chipper as ever as he helps you gather and take out all the garbage, screws shut and sorts the remaining bottles of alcohol back into the fridge, and makes sure that all of the chairs find their rightful place back at the dining table, exactly where they belong.

and before you know it, all that's left to do is to take care of the dishes. feeling bashful all of a sudden from accepting so much help from a man you barely know, you repeatedly try to reassure him that you can handle this pesky little chore all by yourself, so that he can go join his girlfriend upstairs in the guest room because she must be surely missing him by now.

however, eijirou, being the good sport that he is; insists on offering a helping hand by grabbing a nearby dishcloth and waving you over to the pile of dishes that are waiting for you both, now, it seems.

so, you agree - happily. selfishly. even make a little show of it by rolling your eyes before approaching. i mean, how couldn't you, when he's just so nice?! he stands next to you by the sink, all big and warm, glancing at you every so often from the corner of his eye, easily making conversation and asking you where he should sort the various plates and glasses which you've still got to pack in the upcoming weeks. he makes you ogle a little bit whenever he stretches his arms to open and close the cupboards you point your chin towards every time. makes you leer.

there's chemistry; an instant spark you fail to snuff out even though deep down you know you should - he's your friend's man, for fuck's sake, not yours. it's tough. you try not to flirt whilst you think about the faint nip of guilt that's appearing in your conscience every now and then, but you simply have to admit it to yourself; you're attracted.

he's handsome and nice on the eyes with his broad shoulders, burly physique and defined jaw. strong. enticing. just your type.

and that's not all. after sneaking several looks at him during the party, you've learned that he has this constant grin playing on his face that you could almost describe as cheesy from how big it gets, and a thunder of a laugh that had struck your very soul whenever it boomed throughout the space during the course of the night.

but those are all things you've noticed from afar. now that you can see him more up-close, you realize that his eyes are striking and clear. they burn like a forge no matter the hour, making it seem like his irises contain molten glass. the feverish intensity in them matches the colour of his hair. it's like he burns from within - a true embodiment of a wildfire breaking free stands right before you.

he doesn't burn you, of course, as much as you think he would own the power to actually do it. the touch of your fingers brushing against his bigger, more calloused ones - god, they're just so thick - whenever you hand him a utensil or a cup is shiver-inducing, yes, but you also know that it is purely coincidental.

though, the touch of his hand, landing onto the small of you back the moment the dishes are taken care of, isn't coincidental. it isn't coincidental at all.

just like the way he turns and looks at you then, so attentive and inquisitive all of a sudden, isn't. staring up at him with a hammering pulse and a tight throat, you realize you're standing much closer to each other than you thought at first. the proximity is already small, but as if he's trying to provoke your limits, he makes it even smaller when he takes your hand in his so that he can wipe away the droplets of water off your almost-trembling digits.

he's still looking at your pretty manicure as he places the dishcloth back onto the counter. the way his callouses scrape your palm is to die for. it makes your stomach clench, because it tells you he's a working man. a capable one, who could fix things for you with seemingly no trouble.

a man who could perhaps help you set up the furniture that will surely be causing you many headaches as you settle in your new apartment.

"you're moving in a few weeks, right?" he asks quietly, rubbing his thumb across your knuckles. you've noticed that he slurs on his words a bit, but the rasp that riddles his voice still makes you nearly preen from how inviting it is to listen.

"yeah, that's, uh... that's right," is all you reply with, because it's all you're capable of at the moment. the lump inside your throat is still annoyingly present, and the kitchen is semi-dark, and you're both tipsy and he's standing so close, towering over you in a way that you can smell his potent scent and almost taste it sitting on the flat of your tongue at the same time.

there's silence. and also tension. the sticky kind.

"aw... what a shame, really," he mumbles, the corner of his mouth kicking upwards before he turns it into a subtle pout instead. he sounds genuine even if the expression that he now allows to show on his face seems to be masking a different motive. he almost looks... lustful.

wait, didn't he remind you of a puppy, at best, just mere hours ago? who is this wolf, now?

"what is?" you ask, trying to mentally push away all the immoral ideas that are forming inside your mind at the sight of him. his teeth are so sharp... he truly is no puppy, hmm?

as if on cue, he smiles, no, smirks, as he looks down at you. he tightens his grip and strokes your knuckles with his thumb one, two, three more times, before he brings your hand up to his lips then, and whispers, "the fact that i'll probably never see you again."

the sentence he leaves hanging in the air is like a scapegoat. a reason worthy enough for him to ram his cock inside your treacherous little cunt that you've been hiding from him underneath your too short skirt all night long.

after all, it doesn't really matter if you fuck him just once, right? you saw how he's such a good boyfriend, so caring and loving - surely he can slip up just one time? and it's not like it'll lead into something more. you'll move, you'll forget about each other and after enough time passes, you'll start doubting if the entire thing even actually happened.

that's it. you'll forget all about how his hands feel so big and rough as he runs them along your thighs; how he obscures you from sight the moment he sits you down on top of the counter and makes you wrap your legs around his waist whilst he leans in to kiss your jaw.

you'll erase from your memory the way he pulls you closer, to the very edge of the marble, just so that he can fuck into you as fast as he's able because it's supposed to be a dirty secret. erase how big his cock feels as he bottoms out then, groans into the side of your neck and lets it throb inside your belly. how he looks so mesmerized, with his rosy lips parted and his face flushed, when you hike that wretched skirt of yours up and he falls in love with a dripping wet pussy that definitely isn't his girlfriend's but that he's sinking into just as happily all the same.

you'll forget all about it, both of you truly will. he definitely won't look you up on instagram afterwards. won't slide into your DMs. won't ask you out. won't spend the weekend at your new place, helping you assemble furniture and fucking you on top of it right after the job is done. won't leave his girlfriend, who is also your friend, just to chase after you. won't, won't, won't.

he promises you that, even though his tongue is deep inside your mouth already, and he's holding onto you like he's scared you'll break apart if he even as much as thinks about releasing you from his grip. he just likes you so much. too much.

because unbeknownst to you, all that takes for a fire incarnate to blaze...

is a spark.

#biscuit drabbles #kirishima eijiro smut #kirishima eijirou smut #kirishima x reader #kirishima smut #cw alcohol #cw infidelity

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fandomunite2107 · 8 months ago

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Help Wanted (Pt. 3)

Summary: Finding your place at Carmy’s resturant after you are offered a job (again).

Carmy left your apartment after offering you a job. He needed to get back to the restaurant and you needed to get the rest of your boxes unpacked before you started your new job tomorrow. Before he left, you exchanged numbers and he took your uniform with him saying that he would drop it off at the restaurant that you got it from, but based on his expression you’re not actually sure it’s going to end up there.

As the afternoon turns into evening, you finally have all of the boxes unpacked and everything in its place. Looking around your apartment you feel a sense of accomplishment in everything that you have done within the last couple of days. Your apartment is cleaned, furnished, and all of the boxes are gone through. You also now have a job that will give you some income that you desperately need. Life is looking good at the moment.

Settling on your couch with your dinner, you turn on the tv and find a show to watch. Hearing your notification sound on your phone, you move a pillow or two to see who is texting you. Entering in your passcode, you see a message from Carmy.

*Just checking to make sure that you’re good to start tomorrow.* - Carmy

It takes you a good 5 minutes to write back a reply, hoping he doesn’t see the three dots repeatedly appear and disappear, as you keep deleting your response. You finally settle on a text and send it. You then proceed to check your phone for the next hour to see if there is a response, which there isn’t one.

Needing to be at the restaurant fairly early, you decide to try to get some decent sleep. Washing your dishes from dinner and turning off the tv and lights around your apartment, you start to get ready for bed. Setting your alarm for the morning and picking out an outfit that seems like it would work for a day of sorting papers, you plug your phone in by your bed and get in bed. It doesn’t take too long before you’re fast asleep, only waking up to the sound of your alarm hours later.

Feeling optimistic about the day, you get up and start to get ready. With breakfast eaten and you showered, you finish getting ready. As you grab your bag and cell phone and start to head towards the door you hear a roll of thunder. Looking out the window, you see that the sky is grey, but it doesn’t seem to be raining yet as the sidewalks still seem dry. Checking your weather app on the phone, it looks like there’s a very low chance of rain. Realizing that you don’t have an umbrella, you cross your fingers that the weather will hold out as you make your way to work.

You barely make it to the restaurant in time before a monsoon hits, buckets of water begin to fall down. You hope this nasty weather doesn’t last all day or else you may have to ask someone for a ride home. As you walk into the kitchen area of the restaurant, you see Sugar talking to Sydney.

“Hey you! Glad you’re back.” Sugar smiles when she notices you walking in with your bag. “I have a few things that I need to get done today, but I wanted to be here when you got here to help you get started.”

“Glad to be back.” You say, turning to Sydney. “Carmy not in yet? I figured he’s the type that beats everyone here.”

“Normally, but today he had to drop off a permit at city hall. Shouldn’t be too long.” Sydney says to you as she does her prep for the day.

“Let’s get started. I figured you could try to make sense of all of these piles in Carmy’s office and make an organizational system.” Sugar says as she walks towards the office.

As you follow her into the office and place your bag on the desk, you look around at the piles of papers around the room. Even though you love to organize you know that this is going to be a long process. Turning to Sugar you say, “Hey. I got this, really. You can go do your errands.”

“Are you sure?” She looks hopefully and really you’re kind of looking forward to doing this job on your own.

“Yes. Go. Enjoy your day.”

Picking up her bag and getting her phone and keys out, she rushes out of the restaurant with a quick goodbye to everyone. Skimming the piles of paper around the room, you make piles ranging in a variety of importance on the floor. After a while, you stand up and survey the work that you have done so far, feeling satisfied with what you have accomplished you want to stretch your legs. Walking out of the kitchen and into the front of the restaurant, you see Richie struggling with the crowd that has gathered for the lunch rush.

Richie sees you walk in, “Hey kid. Could use some help. Start bagging up the to go orders will ya?”

“Yeah. Sure.” Walking to the area with the sandwiches waiting to be bagged, you begin sorting through the orders. As you bag the orders and pass them out, you and Richie form a rhythm. You are one order away from finishing up with the lunch crowd, after bagging up the order you call for it to be picked up. A man comes up to the corner to grab the bag, smiling at you as he does. Once he picks up the bag and looks inside he looks up at you and says, “You forgot something.”

“Oh. Sorry about that. What’s missing?” Thinking back and trying to remember what his order was on his ticket.

“My number. You forgot to ask for my number.” The man leans on the counter, smiling as he closes up his bag.

“Smooth man.” You hear Richie say as he gives a nod to the customer.

Carmy picks this time to walk in from the kitchen. “What’s going on here? Why is y/n out front?”

“I was helping Richie out with the lunch crowd.” You say as you turn towards him.

“Cousin chill out. Just needed some help out here for a bit. It’s all good.” Richie states.

“I should get back to the paperwork.” You say, not wanting to cause an issue on your first day.

“Wait. You forgot my number.” Realizing the man was waiting on your response you turn to response to him, but Carmy beats you to it.

“She doesn’t need it. Enjoy your food.” Carmy tells the man as he leads you back into the kitchen.

“That was rude. He wasn’t hurting anything.” You say.

Carmy runs his hand down his face as Sydney approaches with a spoon of sauce. “Chef try this.”

Feeling as though the conversation is done, you head back into the office to get back to work. Hearing the sounds of the kitchen makes for oddly soothing background noise. You are able to go through another portion of the papers.

“Y/N!” A bit confused as to why Richie is yelling your name into the kitchen, you stand up and poke your head out of the office.

“Richie, what’s up?” You say, turning a small shade of red as everyone looks up from their station.

Richie smirks as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a piece of paper. “You, sweetheart, just got that customer’s number.”

“Ooooo. Was he cute?” Tina says as she cuts vegetables at her station.

“Richie. What the fuck are you doing?” Carmy says looking not too pleased about the situation.

“What?! Just passing along the information to our y/n here. He seemed like a good guy, he tipped well.” Richie says as he walks to you and hands you the paper.

Taking the paper and putting it in your back pocket, you feel as if you are being watched. Looking up you see Carmy giving you an expression that you can’t quite figure out. Figuring it’s best if you get back to work you head back into the office, trying to decipher what that look was and coming to the conclusion that it’s useless to try to understand.

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insom-nom-nom-niatic · 1 year ago

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2 Of A Kind Ch. 3

CHARACTERS: Troy Otto X Fem Reader

WARNINGS: It's made for FTWD so you should know the basics. +SMUT (read at your own risk. I'm nobody's mom) +Fem receiving

There may or may not be a part 4... need to see how people feel about it. ALSO! Shoutout to all the GIF makers out there for giving me so many options and I love you all... I still feel the need to use the same one repeatedly, but you all help me fight that urge!

This is made for THIS anon request!

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

“Can I help you with that?”

Troy’s eyes grew dark, feeling his senses begin to tunnel into her and her alone. The woman merely smiled, adjusting herself under the blanket to the side. Her cheeks burned with a fury of confusion and anticipation as she stared back into the blue eyes watching her. “I mean-” Troy shuffled his feet lazily towards the right side of the mattress, closest to the woman. “You helped me so it’s only polite of me to offer my assistance. That is - if you want me to help. Not to be frank but, I could do a bit better than what you were doing.” Troy cocked his head to the side with a crooked smile when the woman scoffed exaggeratingly at his remark. It had been some time, if ever, that anyone had made him feel like this.

Powerful.

“Come’er,” She whispered to him, a voice sending shivers down his spine, but Troy followed her order. The mattress slunk down from his weight, dipping the two into one pothole in the middle. Her fingers ghosted over his hand, the wound on it open to the warm air. His eyes flinched at the sting that rang up his extremity as she placed the hand to her lips, gently kissing the inflamed skin while looking up at him through dark eyelashes. with a twist of his hand, Troy caressed the woman’s cheek, feeling the heat radiate from her dewy skin. Their eyes never broke until Troy lowered his gaze to her lips, softer than he thought they’d be, swiping one calloused digit across the delicate flesh.

With a smooth lick of his lips, Troy initiated the kiss. Pressing his flesh upon her own, feeling her warmth and hearing the ever-so-silent moan that escaped her lips against his. He thought about going slow. He thought about taking it easy with her and not being so forceful, but the sound she made turned him into something more than he thought he was. Deepening the kiss, Troy licked at her bottom lip begging for permission.

Denied.

He could feel her lips pull at the sides, smirking against his touch. This was a game.

A hand found its way to the base of her neck, his fingers dancing along her spine until she felt his way into her hair. Troy took a handful of lush locks, pulling it into a fist. Her body began to arch as her neck pulled back just enough to gain his awaiting tongue entry. His body began to barrel over her as she was lost in the feelings. She wasn’t one to ever relinquish control… yet, here she was. Allowing a stranger control over her body, and she liked it.

As Troy’s tongue ventured into the walls of her mouth, his free hand found its way up her chest, burning fingerprints into the skin he began to expose. With one final nip to her bottom lip, Troy backed away, his lips at least. His eyes regained control again, watching her once-hardened eyes turn soft and needy. The look she gave him through those dark eyelashes gave him the feeling of warmth… possessive… needed.

Fully collapsing into the soft sheet below, the woman gave up her fight. His touch felt too good to push away.

Watching his head dip below her chin, she felt his lips once again burn into her skin, just below her collarbone. His tongue swirled with small suctions traveling lower and lower. His nimble fingers pulled the blanket she was hiding under exposing both breasts to his full view. Troy glanced up, his fingers pinching the sensitive skin of her nipples.

He wanted to see her face as she let him do everything he wanted.

He wanted to see her vulnerable. He wanted to see her as his.

After a little while, he couldn’t take it any longer. Seeing her skin raised in goosebumps and her nipples formed into full points, Troy replaced his fingers with his lips. He hadn’t thought he had an oral fixation before, but the way his cock begged for his lips to have her, any part of her, was beginning to make the brunette re-think that. Her voice jumped when he sucked in a breath against her, biting harder than he had before. Her fingers weaved through the curly locks on Troy’s scalp, tugging ever so much with each moan that escaped her. Troy hadn’t realized that his hand had already found her most sensitive region until she shook under his grasp.

“Wait-wait-wait-wait!” She exclaimed, her fingers lifting his chin to look back at her. “If you’re going there, then I need something other than ‘fuck-boy’ to scream. So what’ll it be?”

Troy smirked, a devilish smirk, with one arm under his weight to keep him raised above her form. The hand that was at her core swiped the saliva from his lips before ghosting down her body, once more resting where he could see a glint of her slick dripping from. His eyes watched her skin react to his touch the entire time, her scars rough and coarse before his fingertips met more soft skin. He thought about toying with her, prolonging her wait for any form of identity of him, but he wanted to hear his name echo on those walls just as bad as she wanted sweet release.

“I’m Troy.”

As soon as he spoke, Troy delved two fingers into her core. Her hands fisted into his hair as he did so. He watched as her entire body arched from the mattress and her lips enchanted the delight of moaning his name. Enjoying the sight before him, Troy watched as she came to orgasm. His digits glided in and out of her sodden core, stretching the walls of her pussy farther with each spasm she had. As she began to clamp down, his thumb rubbed circles through her clit, only causing even more mess as she finally climaxed with a squirt of fluids soaking the bedding below her sweat-slickened skin.

She was a mess, a hot uncontrollable mess as she came back down from her high. She had completely forgotten she was even in company until she felt one strong arm tighten over her belly and soft curls itch across her cheeks. Troy knew she needed a little time, so kept himself busy making bruises to last her a few days on her neck. Once he felt her heart rate slow against his touch, he pulled back to look upon the magnificent work he had done. One arm, again held him up as the other moved slickened hair from the woman’s face. His eyes peered over her lips as he sucked his bottom lip between his teeth to keep from dazing before meeting her watchful gaze.

“I suppose I should thank you.” She spoke quietly, much softer than normal. Her mouth upturned into a shy smile before turning to look at the ceiling. Troy chuckled tenderly. This woman wasn’t at all who he thought she would be as he peeled back layer after layer.

“There’s no need, I’m here to help, ma’am.”

Troy rolled over to the edge of the mattress, swinging his legs over the side. He didn’t want to overstay his welcome so he figured it was off to the couch for another night. Then, a soft touch wrapped around his wrist.

“Why are you leaving? Did I-”

“I didn’t want to overstay or put you in a position to ask me to leave.”

Troy looked back at the woman from over his shoulder. She sat where he had left her, trying to hide her modesty behind entwined arms and legs. The look she returned was not one that he had assumed he would get. Her coy smile beckoned his feet to not move. Her eyes were like a siren making any thought he had of leaving melt away.

“I’m grateful, I truly am -” her hand that was on his wrist weaved through a belt loop, tugging at the fabric, “- I need more, Troy. And given by how tight those pants have gotten, I think you need more too.”

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lookismaddict · 2 years ago

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Lookism: Rendezvous 🔞 (Ch. V) || Gun Park x Fem! Reader ♡

Author’s Note: It is the moment that you’ve ALL BEEN WAITING FOR. 💀 Finally, the snu snu! The literal ice cream, not the cherry on top. As you may have noticed from the last chapter, the final part of Ch. IV was the opening part from the Introduction with the teaser. In the Intro., it was just a summary of what would lead up to Ch. IV. Which means, that from this chapter onwards, the story will now be taken place in the “now”. Anything can happen at this point. 🤭 It’s time to turn your mind off for this one, and I hope you enjoy the spice in this chapter. 🌚 (Also, I apologize but the format for this chapter is a little weird. I tried spacing out paragraphs and stuff but it won’t let me so the text is all clumped together. 🙃)

NSFW Warning: Strong language/cursing, sexual language, and sexual content (teasing, marking, degrading, praise, oral, penetration, rough sex, edging, etc.).

Story Summary: You traveled abroad to help support your mother who is sick, back home in Japan. However, once you reached Korea, everything went downhill until you met a stranger who offered you a deal that could benefit you. But who knew that this special encounter would turn your whole life around…

Both of your lips collided with each other without any hesitation. With your hands running down his scarred muscular back, and the muffled moans coming from Gun’s hungry kiss for you, it only just turned him on even more. There was no time to waste when the two of you were so greedy for each other.

Gun’s lips slowly went down on you, as he took his time to plant hickies in almost every bare spot he sees on your body. First, your neck was detected by his beastly eyes as he left a collar of marks on your delicate skin. And every time a mark appears on your skin, he gets to hear those beautiful moans of yours. To Gun, it was like music to his ears. A literal symphony, not even Fur Elise could compare to the wonderful tones of your voice in pure bliss.

His lips then traveled down to your chest. Gun’s strong lean arms hugged your figure to support your body, forcing you to sit up on the bed for him to suck on your soft breasts. While hugging your waist close to him, his tongue played with each of your succulent breasts, making sure to pleasure your nipples to the point that they harden. As his mouth sucked on one of your breasts, one of his hands got busy with the other as he repeatedly brushed your nipple with his thumb in circular motions and pinched it, making you gasp in pleasure. Even though he’s been sucking your nipples, your bare chest didn’t go unnoticed since he started sucking on almost every spot he could find on your chest that’s worth marking. On top of each breast and on the center of your chest was where he made sure that the hickies he’d planted would last for a week, as you groaned in sweet pain from his marks.

Afterwards, his lips traveled farther south towards your legs. He got in between your legs, forcing them to open up for him. Your face flushed, thinking that Gun will finally take you there and now, but that wasn’t the case. Instead, he knew that whatever you were anticipating was not going to happen yet, so he decided to tease you to make you beg for him to conquer you.

While maintaining his eye contact with you, he held onto both of your legs, caressing them both with his attractive hands. Then, he started at your right foot, by holding onto it firmly. His mouth met the base of your foot, slowly brushing his lips up towards your ankle. While doing so, his lips crept up your right leg, leaving wet kisses on each soft spot of your leg. The eye contact he was making while seductively teasing you made your core pulsate in need and your breathing heavy, lighting something up inside of you. At the same time, you were embarrassed that your legs was spreading wider and wider every time his lips got closer and closer to your wet heat. Gun never dared to look away from your eyes, enjoying the sight of your face turning red from embarrassment. That’s just the sight that kept him going.

Finally, his lips stopped right on your inner thigh. As he pulled your inner thigh up to his face, he began leaving wet kisses up your thigh, slowly making his way more towards your heat. Your leg started quivering from his heated kisses, which made you pant uncontrollably.

He noticed you breathing heavily from how turned on he was making you, as he gave you a wicked smirk. “Eventually, you’ll be moaning more for me in no time. See? You’re already panting like a bitch in heat.”

You covered your mouth with the back of your hand then glared at him, replying through clenched teeth with, “Shut up.”

Gun chuckled devilishly, loving your rebellious retorts every time he teases you. However, that rebellious spirit of yours would eventually break for him. Boldly, he pulled your leg much more closer to him, leveling his face with your thigh before pressing his lips onto the top part of your inner thigh, right next to your core. When he pulled onto your leg, he forced you to lay on your back while your eyes looked up at him. The rest of your right leg was resting on his shoulder as your foot was now pointing up towards the ceiling. As he readied your leg for himself, he held onto your thigh with both of his hands before he started sucking on your inner thigh, making you gasp in pain and pleasure. His eyes met yours while doing so, making you blush at the sight of him looking at your pleasured face as he was sucking on your thigh, with his face so close to your private part.

He pulled away from your thigh, as he observed a purple blemish making its appearance on your thigh. After that, he proudly kissed it, making your thigh his.

“Are you ready for me to finally ravish you whole?”

“W-what…?”

Mischievously, he grabbed onto your other leg without warning before pulling both of your legs even closer to him, having your cunt centered to match the level of his face. Your whole back was now completely flat against the mattress, tilting your head up to see what he’s about to do next while your hands stayed flat on the surface of the bed. Now, Gun can see the view of your face below him even when your heat was right in front of his face.

“I wonder what kind of sounds you’d make when I do this…”

While he was still holding up your legs, you saw his tongue starting to lick your cunt in a very provocative way. He looked straight into your eyes, still holding onto the eye contact between you two, as he started to tease your clit with his tongue. At the same time, you reacted with such a soft moan at first until your moans started to emit itself more vocally as his tongue flicks your knob with more pressure. You gripped onto the sheets due to the exponential amount of pleasure that’s starting to build up from the stimulation of your cunt’s nerves. Unconsciously, you moved your hips more towards Gun’s tongue, making him pull back from your clit smirking.

“Why are you bucking your hips towards me? Do you want me to make you cum that badly? Well, you’re just going to have to wait. I need to loosen you up a bit, so I’m not done with you yet. What a naughty girl…”

All of a sudden, his grip on your legs became much harder, spreading both of your legs apart in front of his face while still gripping onto them before his tongue entered your hot insides, making it even more wetter than before.

“Ahhh~” you moaned in bliss, feeling his tongue explore the inside of your heat. While he was eating you out like a starving man, he groans from the taste of your sweet cunt and from him pleasing you. His tongue, however, wasn’t enough to break your hymen. Wet slurping noises coming from the contact of his tongue inside of you had filled the room with your dirty moans. As his tongue started to pick up speed while caressing your walls, your legs started to shake and you felt something building up inside of you, making you clench the bed sheets even tighter.

“O-oh god, I feel something coming… I think I’m about to…!!!”

In a moment’s notice, an intense amount of pleasure hit your body all at once like a tidal wave. Your insides clenched around his tongue and suddenly, you released your vaginal juices onto his tongue. He watched your body twitch during your climax, as he finally took his tongue out from you. You watched a trail of his saliva leaving your cunt, leaving you to lay there exhausted from cumming so hard.

Once he released your legs, he sat down facing you on the bed before he grabbed onto one of your arms to pull you up towards him. Your eyes widened in surprise as you leaned against his chest. Within a second, he grabbed onto your chin to tilt your head up to kiss you feverishly, missing your lips on his. When he was kissing you, he sneaked his tongue into your mouth, forcing you to taste your own sweet insides. You moaned into the kiss while you placed both of your hands on his chest. His lips, however, parted from yours as a mixed line of saliva and your juices left both of your mouths.

“How do you like the taste of yourself?”

The reaction he got from you was priceless as your face turned to a bright tint of red, which made him chuckle before he repositioned himself on the bed by laying flat next to you.

“Now service me.”

Your eyes traveled from his handsome face, to his strong chest full of scars, to his solid abs, until they made it all the way down to where your eyes stopped at his thick, huge phallus. He hithered you to come closer towards his cock, which made you feel your heart pound. When you scooted closer to his hard member, your chest started pounding from how close it is to you.

“U-um… how do I… ‘service’ you?”

Gun blankly pointed at his own mouth, then pointed at his cock. “Use your mouth to suck me off.”

“Ah, okay…”

The more that you got your face closer to his phallic dick, the more your heart started to race faster and faster. Your eyes stared at his hard figure in front of you, until your eyes shifted to his face. His gaze was piercing straight into your eyes, as he observed your every move. Quickly, you looked away from him as your focus was back on his cock.

This is so embarrassing. I can’t do it when he’s just staring at me like this. But I have to. He made me feel good, and I want to make him feel good too.

Before gathering the courage to “service” him, you took a deep breath then sighed.

Here goes nothing…

Your mouth closed in on his tip, while your tongue swirled against his tip in a circular motion, tasting his pre-cum that had already accumulated from how aroused he was. Gun let out a heavy sigh, watching you slowly take him into your mouth little by little. Despite his thick size, you decided to try and go deeper as your mouth slowly went down on his long shaft. By watching his own cock slowly being swallowed up by your pretty little mouth, he began to grow impatient.

“I can’t take this anymore.”

All of a sudden, he sat up to grab a handful of your hair from behind your head, then pulled down onto your long curled locks.

Consequently, he forced your mouth all the way down onto his length, which made you gag as it hit the back of your throat. Because of that, you looked at him in alarm.

What the hell is he doing?!

Gun stared at you intimidatingly while still holding onto your hair as he said, “Now, suck on it and do it properly this time. Use your hands while you’re at it.”

You obeyed him willingly, as you began to pump his shaft and bobbed your head up and down onto his dick. He groaned in pleasure, thinking how you’re not bad for a beginner who hasn’t sucked dick before. The way you were making eye contact with him while trying to satisfy him with your sloppy blowjob had turned him on even more, in which you felt his huge member got even larger in size than before, inside your mouth. Your eyes widened in surprise from his unexpected increase in size, but you caught yourself from gagging onto his cock.

Holy crap, did it just get bigger or something???

As a result, he started to forcefully arch his dick into your mouth, tugging onto your hair downwards while fucking your mouth mercilessly, resulting in your eyes to water from how big his cock was.

“Mmm, yeah… take it all in for me. Just like that, good girl.”

Gagging, you breathed in through your nose trying to match his intense pace. You closed your eyes, while your mouth was still going down on him. When he caught you shutting your eyes, his hand automatically yanked on your hair, which made you open them once more as you turned your gaze back onto his dark intimidating eyes.

“Look at me when you’re sucking me off. I want to see your eyes on me when I cum into that dirty little mouth of yours.” he hissed, while still hitting the back of your throat with his solid length.

His own demands made Gun seem like he was the king of the bed, which made you submit to his every instruction. Weirdly enough, you found his dominating personality to be attractive in his own way. He already seemed like an alpha male when you first met him, but you didn’t expect him to be this domineering.

When you were massaging his dick in your hand while simultaneously pleasuring him with your mouth, you noticed his breathing was starting to hitch.

“Fuck, almost there…” he said through his sexually arousing groans.

At this moment, you believed that this was a sign to speed things up and give him what he needed. While you were still sucking him off, you picked up the pace as your head started to bob on his dick in a quicker speed. Surprised by your sudden change of pace, Gun held onto your hair even tighter as he pushed his hips towards your mouth even more. The sounds of his cock hitting the back of your throat and the sounds you were making while servicing him with your wet mouth made Gun feel like he was in a high rush.

When Gun felt the need to climax, he gave one last shove of his cock into your throat while pulling your handful of hair all the way down onto his shaft, making you take every inch of him. When he released his loads of his seed down your throat, your mouth was about to release his cock, but he still held his grasp onto your hair saying, “Swallow it, and I mean ALL of it. I want every last drop to go down your throat and let it stay there inside your stomach.” You did as you were told, as you swallowed all of his load in one gulp. While Gun was watching you follow his orders, he slowly released your hair, allowing you to finally free your mouth from his moist cock. His eyes stared at the thin line of saliva that was connected from his dick to your mouth to disappear as you backed away from his wet member. The resulting mess on his cock had your leftover saliva dripping down from the tip of his length all the way down to his balls. Just by looking at the aftermath of that sloppy top, his dick still remained firm and solid. You were surprised by how hard his member still was after you have finished pleasing him with your own mouth.

“You were really feeling it at the end, huh? I’m impressed. For such a naughty woman, you really are a fast learner. It makes me even proud to have become your personal trainer. And just by looking at how focused you were on my cock like that gets me turned on even more...”

In the speed of light, he grabbed onto your arm and pulled you next to him onto the bed, making you lay flat on your back. He flipped over swiftly onto your side, as he is now on top of you. Anxiously, your heart started to palpitate wildly knowing that this is it. It is now the time that you’ve been anticipating for.

“Spread your legs for me.”

At this point, you were hypnotized by his words and you couldn’t refuse his strong power over you. Obediently, you followed his command as your legs parted in front of him. He slowly got in between your long legs, as he pulled you closer to him by the legs.

“I’m guessing that you’re a virgin. Am I right?”

You slowly nodded at him, averting his eyes bashfully.

“Alright, then I’ll give you two options. Since this will be your first time, we can either do this with condoms or without condoms and I’ll just get you an After-Pill tomorrow. I don’t mind either option, as long as we’re safe about the way we go about this. So, you decide.”

As he informed you of the situation at hand, you thought about it for a minute. You turned your attention back to his eyes then explained your decision to him in confidence. “Since it’s my first time, I want to make this special. So, I want to…” However, the built up confidence that you’ve gathered faded in an instant as you looked to the side, avoiding his eyes awkwardly. “I-I want to… feel you… properly…”

Ugh, I can’t look him in the eyes. This is so embarrassing. I can’t believe that these words just came out of my mouth just now.

Gun’s expression looked taken aback, until he smirked mischievously at your blushing caricature. “I had a feeling you’d say that…” he said as he leaned closer towards your neck then gave you a kiss on a hickey that he made on the side of your neck.

Suddenly, his voice converted to a low husky whisper saying, “Who knew you’d be such a shameless woman?”

You felt heat rising in your cheeks, when you instantly felt his hard erection rubbing against your entrance at a slow speed, causing for soft moans to escape from your mouth. The tip of his cock repeatedly poked your entrance a few times and afterwards, his whole entire length rubbed back and forth onto your clit, which made you gasp in light pleasure.

“If you want it, beg for it. Tell me. What do you want, (Y/N)?”

You looked into his eyes in need but the words couldn’t come out as you struggled to respond through your moans. Gun was planning to break your mind at some point, and he’s getting close to doing so.

With his devilish smirk still printed on his face, he tauntingly repeated himself once more but in a more assertive tone. “Beg for it and tell me NOW, (Y/N). What DO you want?”

With the last amount of sanity you had left, you whimpered with a broken, “P-please… I want you… inside me…”

At that moment, you witnessed a look on Gun’s face that you’ve never seen before. His facial expression became manic, like a demon that had been granted access to possess someone’s body. A triumphant grin started to form on his face, as he positioned his cock steadily on the entrance of your craving heat. Before entering, he leaned in closer to your face meeting eye contact with you, as he gave a lowly whisper once more.

“Good girl. You already know, that there’s no turning back. I’ll turn you into a blossomed woman and I’ll make sure to reward you with immense pleasure, to the point that I’ll make you go insane…”

And with that, his stiff member slowly entered your core little by little. Pain started to surge throughout your body, as you felt your flesh being torn from the inside of your private, along with your hymen. You reacted by wrapping your arms around Gun’s body desperately, pulling him closer to you as you cry out in pain. Every inch of him became wrapped by your walls, spreading your tight cunt for the first time. When all of him had reached your cervix, he gave a satisfied groan. At the same time of when you released your arms around him after his entrance, he looked down below him to marvel at the sight of his cock finally inside you. However, there was a bit of blood trickling out from your cunt due to your broken hymen and your torn flesh from inside you.

“Oh, you’re bleeding…”

“W-what?!”

Quickly, you sat up to look at the sight of how the both of you are now connected in body. Your eyes widened as you saw the stain of blood on his bedsheets, from your bleeding vagina. Gun could see the worry in your eyes, making him snicker deeply in amusement.

“Don’t worry, this is natural. This happens whenever a virgin has sex for the first time, so don’t worry about it. Right now, worry about something else.”

“B-but what about the blo-”

Without any warning, he started to thrust his hips into you, starting off slow. You yelped in pain, as your arms returned around his body, making you cling onto him for comfort. While he kept thrusting into you, you felt the pain starting to subside as it was now replaced by pleasure. Gun noticed the change in your voice, as your painful gasps turned into pleased moans, in which he began to pick up speed. “From now on, you better get used to this.” he warned dangerously.

The sounds of skin slapping against skin and the sloshing wet noises of your pussy being rammed by his cock was all that you and Gun could hear. Nothing but moans and groans of immense pleasure had filled the room, including the creaking of Gun’s bed rocking. His eyes stared at your blissful reactions, as he rammed his dick into your sweet spot over and over again with intensity. At that moment, Gun thought that he was in heaven. A literal paradise, where he can finally escape from the outside world of chaotic violence for one night and just be with you, pleasuring each other till the both of you break. It was truly a significant ordeal for him.

Gun’s mouth curved to a wicked grin, as he looked down at you writhing in pleasure from his own body. Of course, he felt satisfied that he was the one to give you a taste of pleasure for the first time. Just making you his had became his obsession. An addiction. One that made him promise to himself that, that night was the night that you officially became his. It will be unforgettable.

Unexpectedly, he eagerly pulled his cock out right away just to position both of your thighs up to the level of your head and your feet to be pointing towards the ceiling, making you gasp in surprise and emit a needy groan from the loss of skin-to-skin contact. Your body was now bent in a weird ninety degree angle, with your ass and pussy positioned towards the ceiling, while your back still laid flat on the bed. He repositioned himself, bending his knees down over your gaping vaginal hole, then hovered his dick for only a second over a glorious sight of you beneath him. And without hesitation, he plunged his thick member into you for another time. You screamed in pleasure once more, when his thrusts became much rougher than from the previous position. At this newer position, you could feel his cock angled perfectly, hitting your g-spot just right while making your toes curl in the air. His strong hands held onto your shoulders tightly as he continued to plunge himself into you at such an incredible speed, that your hands were shaking from his intensely quick and powerful movements. Gun loved the sight of you starting to lose your senses from his aggressive mating-press, as he decided to tease you harshly while he fucks you senseless.

“So (Y/N), about that little apology you came up with earlier… go ahead and apologize to me properly this time.”

“W-what…?”

“Go on. I’m listening.”

“I- mmmph…!!”

Your mind couldn’t process what he was currently asking you. Right now, you were living in the moment of pure pleasure and every time he rams his thick cock inside of you, your mind resets and goes blank. He enjoyed how you were unable to barely form any words, due to the overwhelming feeling that his own dick was giving you. All he heard were just babbles of broken words and audible moaning, making him pleased with himself in how much of a wreck he had made of you.

“You don’t have anything to say to me? About how much of a whore you were being tonight? Especially, back at that restaurant. You were DYING to get me to do this to you, right? That’s right… indecent women like you need to be punished and I’m here to discipline you.”

The erotic moans that were coming out of your mouth started to intensify, as you were nearing for another climax. Again, right when he felt you grab onto his strong muscular arms while digging your nails into his skin from the overwhelming feeling of pleasure that was building up inside of you, he took his cock out immediately, leaving you in a cold sweat of shock. When he did that, you looked up at him desperately with need. You wanted him to finish you off that bad as it shows on your face, and that gets a good kick out of him. That look on your face that tells him that you wanted him, really turned him into a madman.

“Get on all fours.”

A look of confusion appeared on your face, making him glare down right at your direction.

“Don’t make me fucking wait.”

There it is again. His alpha male personality is showing.

Nodding, you followed his order right away as you got on your hands and knees.

“L-like this…?”

Gun gave a sly sneer while shaking his head slightly.

“You’ve got ways to go, (Y/N). However, you learn quickly, so you’ll get it if you practice.”

Instantly, your face blushed as the word “practice” caught your attention.

“Practice”…? Does that mean that we’ll be doing this again?

The thought of doing sexual acts with Gun over and over again made your heart do summersaults. It also made you flustered, to the point that you weren’t aware that he was touching you from behind, trying to modify how you position yourself.

You felt his strong hands smooth out your back, forcibly pressing them against your upper back for your chest and face to be buried onto the bed sheets. Afterwards his hands grabbed onto your hips, angling your ass up more, over where his dick is leveled at.

“Good, now you’re all ready for me.”

As you heard him murmur those words, the sensation of his hands holding onto your plump ass and his cock rubbing onto you to get you wet again had you let out a blissful sigh.

“Oh? You already feeling good just from when I touch you lightly like this? Hmm… you’re such a lewd woman. I’ve already converted you into my own personal toy so quickly that you make me want to break you right here, right now.”

“Personal toy”? Is that really how he sees me? Am I just an ordinary woman for him that he can just do on the side? I know that I accepted this, but does he really feel how I feel towards him?

He leaned onto you from behind, feeling his chest pressed up against your back as he ran his hand down your long curled locks from your head. He started combing strands of your hair from behind your ear with his fingers gently before gathering a whole lock of it from behind, to pull your head up with it like a leash. This sudden act had caused you to yelp in surprise, from the unexpected roughness, making you grit your teeth in humiliation.

“Bastard…”

He really is trying everything on me, like I’m his test subject.

For some reason, Gun gets a high out of dominating the hell out of you through many ways. Your vulnerability really does make him express things that he normally doesn’t do or show and that really became a rare sight for him. A true mystery that he’s about to test out right about now.

“‘Bastard’ huh? Your mouth is as dirty as your corrupted mind. I’ve never felt this challenged by a woman who is beneath me in bed before. Not to mention, your reactions always surprise me. You truly are an amazing woman.” he said it with such proudness that his words made you even more confused about how he viewed you.

“Oh please, Gun. Make up your damn mind already. What am I really to you? Aren’t I just your ‘personal toy’ just like you said?”

When he heard your words, it made him ponder about it for a minute. What were you really to him? Both of you already crossed the line of trainer and student, so… what was his relationship to you labeled as now? It got complicated too quickly.

“I’ve already delved in too deeply into our relationship to the point that it won’t be the same as what we were from the beginning. So, I apologize that I was being pushy and rough with you when we first started doing this. I am somewhat at a loss of morale, ever since I said that I wouldn’t cross the line before. But now that I see you in front of me, I just couldn’t resist. I’m a greedy man, (Y/N). If I want something, then I’ll do anything to get it. Even if that means, having you all to myself like this…”

Gun slowly released his tight grip on your hair, now running his fingers through your long hair delicately down your back. When he reached the tip of your hair, his hand brushed along your spine, making you shiver from just the light sensual touch of his fingers. Just watching you shiver from his touch like that sparked a new fire inside of him. Not just his burning desire for you, but his passion that he wants to give you so badly.

“(Y/N).”

When you heard him call your name from behind, you turned your head around until you felt the presence of his lips meet yours. His kiss wasn’t rough this time, as his lips brushed against yours gently. As you kissed him back, you felt his tongue enter your mouth again, making your tongue dance with his. The kiss was way different than before, ever since the two of you started kissing each other passionately. The mood changed between you two as you felt longing coming from him, as if he didn’t want to ever let you go.

Once he pulled his lips away from yours, you felt his length rubbing against your private once again. You felt one of his arms wrapped around your waist from behind, before saying, “Sorry (Y/N), I can’t wait any longer.”

From those words, he abruptly inserted himself into you once more. Starting off slow, he kept his speed mildly controlled this time, just for you. However, you didn’t expect his slow thrusts to drive you crazy. His slow movements were basically torture for you. The more he did you slowly, the more you felt the pleasure teasing your insides. It made you feel greedy for more, as you suddenly grabbed onto his arm from behind you. He made eye contact with your desperate eyes, in which he interpreted it the way that you wanted.

“After I changed my pace for you, you’re still as needy as ever. My woman became such a slut for me in such a short amount of time. We haven’t even reached a whole month together yet, and you’re already losing it. Bad girl...”

Gun rubbed his hands on both of your ass cheeks sensually, before sending one of his hands down onto your right cheek, smacking it which left a red mark on the spot. When you felt the sharp blow of his hand on your ass, you let out a cry of pain.

“Hey!!! What are you- ahhhn~!!”

Gun’s thrusting speed quickened rapidly, as he started to fuck you like a rabid dog, just how your body wanted. His movements felt like they were inhumane, as if you were making love to an actual beast. The way he held you firmly by your love handles while repeatedly jabbing his dick into you made your eyes roll back into their eye sockets a few times, seeing stars.

While fucking your brains out, Gun loved watching your strong character crumble just from his touch. Eyes watering, saliva dripping from the sides of your mouth, and the heavy panting and moans coming out of your pretty little mouth. The woman whom he have built to become an unbeatable warrior to help destroy his own creations, was now vulnerable and weakened by him. Somehow, it made him feel like a god. No. Not just a god. THE God.

The way you were moaning underneath him, and the power he had over you was enough for him to replenish his ongoing strength over and over again. Your moans, in specific, were like sounds that were worshipping his heavenly dick and he took that interpretation of himself personally. He never got tired of seeing your desperate cries, your teared-up face, and the way your sensitive body reacts to him as you struggle to keep yourself up from him breaking you from behind was all too good to be true. And he felt relieved that this all wasn’t a dream.

“You’re so beautiful, taking all of me in like that. I’ll make sure that your insides form into the shape of my cock and I’ll etch that idea into your head until all you ever think about is me. No other man would dare appear in that pretty little head of yours. Only me…”

The erratic movements of his hips smashing into yours was starting to increase energetically, forcing you to grip onto the bed sheets again for support. You could feel a knot inside you building up, while the huge amount of pleasure was starting to ease into your orgasm. With one final thrust into you, you felt his girthy length hit your cervix, causing his cock to twitch and shoot his thick cum inside of you. Simultaneously, your walls contracted around his thick cock while your whole entire body quivered from a great wave of pleasure right when you felt him cum inside you, making you cum as well. His cock stayed inside of you for a whole long minute, filling you up to the brim until finally, he slowly pulled out of you with a satisfied groan. As a result, your upper body collapsed onto the bed from exhaustion while your knees were still bent and your ass was still hanging up in the air. Gun looked down at the sweet creampie that he just gave you, as he watched streams of his milky white cum flow out from your tight cunt. Too much of his seed overflowed from your violated hole, as he viewed some of his seed dripping down your trembling legs. He eyed this scene in awe like he just saw the most beautiful artwork of all. After all, he did create this masterpiece. A 2-in-1 masterpiece, with its strong warrior and her disheveled self violated by God. Now THAT is what he’d interpret, as fine quality art.

Gun sat on the bed beside you, staring at the mess he made out of you while trying to catch his own breath to regain his stamina for another round. On the other hand, you were still in a blissful high, trying to regain your consciousness from your first sexual intercourse.

So this is sex…? I had no idea that it can be THIS intense. I don’t think I can remember what just happened. What EVEN happened???

When he sensed that you’ve regained your consciousness back, he laid his hand on your head, stroking your hair gently that was covering part of your face.

“Was your first time that mind-blowing that you couldn’t even speak?”

“I-I…” you awkwardly cleared your throat while trying to pull yourself up to sit properly beside him. “Well, it wasn’t… that… bad.” you looked away shyly, unable to look at him in the eyes.

A mischievous smirk began to reveal itself on his face. “Oh? So you don’t mind if we go for another round?”

Your head immediately turned around to look at him in shock. “W-what?! Why are you so eager to do it again?! Geez, show some restraint Gun…”

“I can’t, if your beautiful body is displayed to me like that. Plus, you didn’t want me to show restraint a minute ago.”

Your cheeks flushed from his comments, turning your face very red. He chuckled at your bashful reaction, as he came towards you from behind then wrapped his arms around you. While doing so, he then laid his head on your right shoulder, and let out a peaceful sigh. For the first time, you were surprised to see him act like this when he’s with you. That intimidating aura and that strict demeanor of his, became much calmer than when you usually see him. It made you question his actions and how he felt about the two of you now.

“When did you become this straightforward?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean… this. What we’re doing right now. It’s more of a… ‘couple thing’ right?”

“I’m just tired. But if that’s what you’d like to think of from what we’re doing right now, then you can believe what you want to believe.”

“So… does that mean we’re ‘that’ now?”

“You can say whatever you want. Labels don’t matter to me.”

His replies were starting to annoy you as you crossed your arms sternly over your chest. “Okay, what’s up with the indirect answers? It’s a simple ‘yes’ or ‘no’. And what I’m getting from you right now is that you’re experienced in bed, but not in relationships. Have you ever been in a relationship before?”

Gun reached for an open cigarette pack that was laying on top of a nearby bed stand table next to an ash tray, along with his high polished chrome lighter. He lit a cigarette before he could finally reply to you. “I don’t do romance. It doesn’t go with my principles.”

“‘Principles’ huh? That’s some bullshit when I hear one…” you mumbled underneath your breath in irritation.

“I’ve only slept with women just to gain power. Or, even to satisfy my own lust sometimes just on a whim, nothing serious. Even from a young age, I’ve been exposed to many things that ‘normal’ people didn’t grow up with. Violence, greed for money, ambitions to get stronger, lust, and so on so forth. I didn’t think that romance was necessary for my lifestyle.”

“Hmmmm…” while you were learning more about himself, you poked his left cheek with your finger playfully. “Then… would you consider experiencing romance… if it was with me?”

He turned his head towards you nonchalantly, unaffected by your teasing. “We’ll see.”

“Wait, what? Really? But, why would you consider it with me, and not with someone else? There’s a lot of women out there who could be… more compatible with you…”

I even expected him to turn me down directly with the whole “romance” thing since he said it isn’t really his thing. But… what does “we’ll see” even mean?

“Well, isn’t that a mystery? I still can’t believe that I’ve been seduced by you who is an airhead, shameless, greedy, whiny, […]”

“H-hey!!! Now you’re just being rude!”

“What? Am I wrong though?”

“Ohoho, look who’s talking! You’re the selfish, self-entitled, arrogant, crazy, annoying, […]”

The two of you butt heads for about an hour until Gun finally decided to shut you up with a melting kiss after he set down his cigarette and extinguished it on his ash tray. Your eyes widened, taken in surprise from his unexpected move, but you then decided to kiss him back amorously, letting your actions guide you into another dream-like state for the night.

. . .

Throughout the whole night, the two of you tired each other out by drowning yourselves in deep pleasure. Both of your sweaty bodies collided in heat repeatedly, that you’ve lost count of how many times Gun had made you cum.

At that time, he put you in so many positions that it was hard to keep track of them when you’re literally going mad from the intensity of how good you were feeling because of him. His hands were all over you, hitting and rubbing all of your sensitive spots, making you arch your back whenever you felt his touch. Even when he used that godly mouth of his to satisfy your throbbing cunt, you couldn’t help but moan his name every time he felt that you were almost about to climax.

“G-Gun~ …”

Your legs were spread out for him, while his face was buried into your pussy, digging his tongue deep into you while playing with your clit by rubbing it with his thumb. One of his hands were holding you by the ankle, making sure that you couldn’t escape from experiencing another mind-blowing orgasm. He knew that your body has been overstimulated, resulting in your sensitivity increasing every time he touches you. In a way, he finds it sexually arousing to see tears stream down your face from overstimulation, ruining your make-up from earlier. Gun could feel your hand running through his messy hair, while you were throwing your head back in pleasure. The grip on his hair signaled when he should ravish you quickly. Once it gets tighter, that’s when he gives you no mercy. Oddly enough, whenever his hair was grabbed tightly by you, this became a turn on for him now. Before, he would get annoyed and beat up anyone who would mess with his hair. But now, it became a major game changer and that was all thanks to you. (But he’d still beat up the bastards who mess with his hair if it wasn’t you.)

“Gun, I’m gonna cum~!!!”

His dark eyes met your teary ones, as he said in a low demanding voice saying, “Cum for me, (Y/N).”

When you heard his sultry voice command you before he started to roughly play with your sensitive button, his tongue went wild. The slurps and the sucking noises that he was creating from your wet heat made it unbearable for you to even try and stop your orgasm. Finally, your walls squeezed around his tongue, causing you to squirt all over his mouth. Panting, you watched his face come up from your pussy. When he made eye contact with you, he licked his lips in such an erotically attractive manner, which was dripping of your sweet juices.

“You taste so sweet (Y/N), just like candy. I just couldn’t resist your taste.” he let out a devious snicker, making you anxious of what was about to come next.

Eventually, he got on top of you as his lips crashed down onto yours. Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer to your body with affection. As the both of you sloppily kissed each other, Gun didn’t hesitate to force your legs open, shoving himself inside you for the millionth time. It was his body that had a mind of its own, repeating the same sinful actions over and over again. For only a moment, Gun questioned himself whether or not he was really himself. He was losing himself to a woman he knew for in less than a month, which made him question whether or not the two of you were going too fast.

“No, it doesn’t matter.” he reassured himself in a hushed voice repeatedly. But his own reassurance to himself made him unnecessarily frustrated with himself and annoyed by something that was so trivial, thinking that he’d turned himself into a lovesick lunatic.

Unconsciously he sped up the pace of his thrusting, pounding into you while making you gasp, which turned into loud moans. You were wondering why his movements were getting rougher, which got you worried for him. His eyes says it all as they were looking down in aggravation, not at your face, but towards your lower stomach as he watched his own phallus form a bulge on your stomach from inside you every time he bruised your cervix.

What’s gotten into him all of a sudden? Why is he acting like this?

You decided to help calm him, as both of your hands reached out to him to gently hold onto his face on both sides, his eyes were automatically drawn to the movement of your hands holding onto him. When you caught his attention, you leaned your face towards him for a warm-hearted kiss. When he caught your lips in his, he deepened the kiss by leaning into your lips more to match your power. His facial expression became less tense, resulting in him to close his eyes.

It amazes Gun that you managed to take his mind off of his worries, like that time when you helped tend to his wounds. Whenever he’s with you, it felt like the world around him began to move in slow motion. It was like time had stopped only for the two of you to indulge in each other’s comfort to the fullest. While intimately engaging in one another’s presence, you also felt like the Earth’s rotation had paused, even though you knew that it was merely impossible. It was just you and him, and nothing is going to interfere with your love-making.

Instantaneously, you felt your walls starting to constrict around Gun’s length, indicating that you were about to cum onto his dick. You moaned into his mouth until finally, you came hard on his cock, squeezing every last drop out of him. The amount of times that his semen had painted your walls was countless. Every time he came inside you, you could feel how hot and sticky it was when it overflows out of your tight pussy, making you shiver when the bodily fluids run down your legs.

The physical fatigue was getting to you, as your eyelids started to feel heavy. You tried to keep your eyes open, keeping your focus on Gun who had grabbed onto one of your hands to intertwine his fingers through yours onto the mattress. He brought your hand onto his lips, kissing the back of your hand tenderly with an infatuated gaze. You heard him murmur something while he had his lips pressed against your hand, but it was inaudible to you as your senses were starting to shut down. However, the last instance that you remembered before drifting off to sleep was his handsome face looking down onto yours dreamily, with a charming rare smile on his face.

Bright rays of sunlight shined through the window, greeting the room for another warm day. Faint sounds of birds chirping can be heard from outside, even when the windows were shut.

Randomly your eyelids twitched, until they slowly opened up for only a second. Unfortunately, you were too tired to even try and open up your eyes at the moment as you decided to try and do it in a few minutes. You laid in bed for a bit, trying to recall what happened to you.

W-what… what happened to me yesterday…?

With your eyes still shut, you were going to move parts of your body such as your arms and legs. Yet, when one of your arms jolted in movement, you felt something heavy that was weighing down on your body, restricting you from even moving properly.

What am I feeling…?

Your eyes sluggishly opened, seeing the room lit up in under the bright sunlight. Until you realized…

This doesn’t look like my room… Huh?

As you looked down at your stretched out arms on the bed, there were another pair of arms wrapped around your body next to yours.

What the-

You flipped around to see where these pair of arms belonged to and it was from none other than Jong Gun Park. His arms were wrapped around you the whole time even while the two of you were sleeping together. His face looked so relaxed as your face was close to his, watching him sleep so peacefully in front of you. You observed his facial features, with his messy hair down, his scar that ran across his closed eyes, his high-nose bridge, his smooth lips, and his sharp chin. He really did look like a handsome movie star who could play a strong lead role in an action movie. Your eyes traveled down to his broad muscular chest covered in scars and his chiseled abs. While staring at him, you noticed that his body was half naked, from the bed sheets that was barely covering his lower body. As your eyes trailed farther down his fit figure, you noticed that it seems like he wasn’t wearing anything underneath the sheets that you were sharing with him, in which he was ACTUALLY naked. Which indicated that…

Oh my god. So that WASN’T A DREAM?!

Warmth started to rise onto your face as you started to recall the memories that have occurred from last night. The moments that you two shared in bed together made your heart race, with those R-Rated XXX scenes going through your head. You never would’ve imagined anything like last night to ever happen to you as you swiftly turned your back to him in shame.

What the hell?! Have I gone insane?! Why did I let my emotions dictate my actions like that? I even threw away the only remaining dignity I had, just because I…

You peeked back at him, still sleeping without a care in the world. Sighing, you were now facing the edge of the bed with his arms still wrapped around your body.

This is crazy. I can’t face him like this. Ugh, (Y/N)! Have you lost your own self-respect?! I just know mom would be so ashamed of me if she ever finds out about this… Geez, I guess there’s no point in turning back time. I just need to get out of here before he wakes up soon and as an apology for my obscenity, I should… make him breakfast! Yeah, that should do it!

Slowly while trying not to cause any disturbing movements or make any noise, your hand grabbed onto his left wrist lightly to pick his entire left arm up, which was laying on top of your body. Gently, you placed it behind you where it now laid close to his body. While rolling onto your left side, you did the same for his right arm. After gently setting down his right arm, you scooted towards the edge of the bed inch by inch while checking to see if he was still asleep. Once your entire right leg was hanging off of the edge of the bed, you tried to feel for the floor at the bottom of the bed before trying to lift yourself up and off of the mattress as quiet as possible. However, every time you did so, your heart jumped whenever the bed creaked from your sudden outbursts of sound that you made, almost giving you a heart attack. But all that hard work and patience paid off as you were now finally free. You stood there triumphantly, silently pumping your fists in the air in short celebration. Without any hesitation, you quickly tip-toed your naked self towards his door, then held onto the door knob while slowly turning it to open. Once you opened the door enough for you to slip through a space fit for your body, you quickly passed through the doorframe before gently shutting the door behind you. It didn’t take long for you to sprint towards your room and shut the door behind you.

“Owww, my body hurts all over from running over here but whew, I made it out of there alive! Gun must’ve been really tired from THAT if he was sleeping so soundly. Like a baby… how cute.” the thought of him sleeping peacefully made you giggle in glee.

“And I guess we aren’t having training today if he’s still sleeping right now. Oh well. But man, I should go and shower first. My body feels icky…”

You walked inside the bathroom then saw a peek of your reflection in the mirror, as there were now lots of hickies all over your body. Thanks to Gun, you now look like a good slice of pepperoni pizza.

“Tch, I take it back. That bastard isn’t cute. He’s a psychopath…”

. . .

After cleaning yourself up and getting dressed in fresh new clothes, you went to your bedside table to check your phone but you realized that it wasn’t there.

“Hm… where did it go? Maybe it’s downstairs. I remembered that the bag from yesterday is down on top of that table.”

You decided to leave your room to go downstairs, and while you were walking down the steps, you heard the doorbell suddenly ring. The doorbell startled you, making you jump down the last step of the stairs.

What should I do? Should I ignore it? If he was awake right now, I would’ve called him to go and get the door himself.

The doorbell rang a few times, as you stood in front of the door, making you even more anxious.

Is it possible to see who it is from behind the door? I remembered he had some type of monitor installed here somewhere…

Next to the door, you were fiddling with a security monitor, trying to navigate its touch-screen functions. Somehow, you managed to pull up the camera outside of the door. However, the person that was standing in front of the door wasn’t someone that you’ve met before, like Goo. This time, it was a woman. Her face was very beautiful, and you could tell that her body was very fit, regardless of the rich business-like attire that she was wearing. The woman started banging on the door, while yelling out loud outside of the door.

“Hello?! Jong Gun?! You forgot about our meeting with the rest of the members today! It’s already one in the afternoon, and the meeting was supposed to be at eleven!”

Who is she? Does she work with him? And holy crap, ONE IN THE AFTERNOON?! I thought it was just ten in the morning! Also, it sounds like he had important plans for today, but he overslept because of me. Ughhh… (Y/N) good job, you made him miss something that was really important to him. Now I REALLY need to apologize to him this time.

In frustration, you hit your head against the door. Immediately, you realized what you’ve just done as you backed away from the door in terror.

“Hello? Is anyone there?”

The woman’s facial expression on the intercom looked so confused. You had no choice but to reply to her. When you pressed the button on the screen to turn on the mic that was connected from the inside, you spoke out to her.

“H-hello? Who is this?”

The woman’s face looked surprised, as she was taken aback by your unexpected voice.

“I should be the one asking that question. Who are YOU?”

“Oh, I’m uh…”

Crap, what should I say? I can’t tell her that I’m his roommate or his student that he’s training. It might cause unnecessary suspicion. Quick (Y/N), think!

“I’m his… maid! I was recently hired by Mr. Park to clean his house whenever he leaves the house unattended.”

“I see. You sound a bit young to be his maid. I would expect an older woman to be hired as a maid. Are you sure that’s what you really are?”

Why is she still questioning me even though I told her who I am? Tch. Is she suspecting that I’m someone else?

“Yes ma’am, I’m SURE about my own position. I find your questioning to be quite rude, since Mr. Park didn’t mention anything about having visitors at this time.”

“Oh, yes. Well, I came here without notice because Jong Gun and I have some important matters to discuss but he was unexpectedly late today. He normally is right on time, so I decided to come here and see if he was doing alright.”

“Ah, alright...”

“Is he there?”

“Yes, he’s still in the house ma’am.”

“Great. Then let me in.”

“Pardon?”

“Since you said he’s there, then let me in. I need to discuss something with him urgently.”

Didn’t he tell me not to open the door, even if someone “claims” to be associated with him? Well, rules ARE rules…

“I’m sorry ma’am, but I cannot do that.”

“And why not?”

“Mr. Park didn’t authorize me to open the door just for ANYONE.”

The woman on the intercom scoffed while face-palming herself.

“This is outrageous… Do you know who I am?! I am the chairman’s daughter of HNH Group, Crystal Choi. I don’t know if he told you this, but Jong Gun Park works for ME as my bodyguard. So, as his boss, I advise you to let me in. I don’t have time for this.”

“Well, Ms. Crystal Choi, my boss Mr. Park, didn’t say anything about letting people into his own home without his permission. Therefore, I simply CANNOT do that.”

“What type of maid won’t let an important figure in?!”

“Regardless of how important you think of yourself, ma’am, I still can’t let you in. The rules are absolute!”

“You know, for a maid, you’re really rude! No sense of proper education at all!”

The remark that Crystal gave you caused you to scowl as your blood was now boiling in rage.

“Oh yeah?! Well at least I know how to follow some easy rules around here! Unlike, a certain SOMEONE WHO-”

“(Y/N)!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”

Alarmed, you turned around to see Gun standing furiously at the bottom of the stairs, with a towel covering his lower half of his body while his upper half was still glistening with a bit of water. He was glaring daggers at you, while drying his hair with a smaller towel in his hands. You assumed that he just got out of the shower.

“I-I… uh… someone’s here to see you…”

Gun stormed towards you to see who it was on the security monitor. Frightened by his sudden outburst of anger, you backed away from the monitor without any hesitation then looked down at your feet in shame, like a little puppy who got scolded by their master.

There goes my opportunity to surprise him with a meal…

“Crystal, what are you doing here?”

“Jong Gun, is that you? I came because you missed the meeting today! This morning, everyone was there except for you. They were getting impatient just from waiting for you, so I took responsibility as your employer and I proposed an alternative time for the meeting. I told my father that I’ll be bringing you to the meeting which will now be at three o’ clock. We were all wondering why you didn’t show up at all.”

“I see… I apologize, I went to bed late last night trying to organize some business-related matters.”

While listening to their conversation, you snickered behind him while your arms crossed.

“Yeah, ‘business-related matters’, let’s go with that. What a liar…”

Gun heard you from behind, which resulted in him to turn around to look at you with a deadly stare. When your eyes met, you quickly avoided his hard gaze by turning your head to your side to stare at the TV across the lounge area while whistling to yourself.

“Oh, Jong Gun…”

Gun turned his attention back to Crystal who was still there outside of the door.

“Yeah?”

“Tell your maid to open the door next time whenever I visit. Apparently, she doesn’t know who I am.”

Damn. She HAD to tell on me, huh? Is she really going to get a free pass or what?

Gun didn’t say anything, as there was an awkward pause of silence until Crystal decided to say something else.

“Alright, get ready so that we’ll get there by two thirty. I’ll wait for you in the car outside.”

As Gun watched her leave the front door from the intercom, he turned his attention back to you.

“So, maid?”

“A-ah, well you see… I couldn’t say ‘roommate’ or ‘student’ because they both sound like terrible backstories to explain. It would’ve been a pain for you to explain to her, so I chose ‘maid’ as an easier option. ”

“That explains the ‘maid’ part. But why were you yelling at her?”

“It’s because she kept insisting that I’d open the door for her, when I don’t even know who the HELL SHE WAS!!! I only followed your rules, and I did NOT open the door for anybody, even if they said that they knew you. There’s no way I’m opening that damn door, especially if I didn’t have your permission in the first place. Hmph.”

Gun took a few steps closer to you then gave you an adoring pat on your head. His hand gently pet your head a few times, like a master would for a loyal dog. His comforting touch made you feel lightheaded, as if you were floating in a really fluffy cloud.

“You remembered my words, good job. And for that, you deserve a reward.”

You looked up at him in curiosity. “A reward?”

Without any warning, he picked you up into his arms bridal-style, carrying you towards the lounge area.

“Hey, Gun! What the hell are you-”

When he reached the couch, he threw you down onto it before he removed the towel covering his now, erected member. You gulped in nervousness as your legs trembled at the sight of him fully naked in front of you. Setting aside the towels he was occupied with, he got on top of you once again while your body was laying down on the couch. His attractive body was now hovering above you, and you didn’t know what to do.

“G-Gun, what are you…”

“Five minutes.”

“What?”

“Give me five minutes for me to send your body all the way to heaven.”

“I- …”

What the hell is this man even on?!

[End of Ch. V]

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ilynpilled · 1 year ago

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The thing about the hand loss and how people attach things behind it like “it was as a result of Jaime’s arrogance towards Hoat” or “he lost it because he saved Brienne from rape,” is that neither is true to what actually happens in the text. Those actions still hold meaning, sure, but the chop itself is also independent to it all (the maiming is symbolically karmic in a lot of ways as it is tied to his greatest sins, but that is not what i am talking about). The capture itself is different, but the right hand and his fate was doomed the moment he landed in Hoat’s hands for reasons out of his control. What is so good about it is that the hand chop is not really about Jaime as a human being (which makes it causing one of the biggest existential crises in the series all the more interesting), and more about Jaime as a token. Ironically, his status and relationship to his father is what ends up dehumanizing him entirely. There are so many things going on outside of Jaime. He is an integral political piece, every side is scrambling for him for different reasons, and he is fully treated as such in the Riverlands.

Hoat had his own motivation, that is much bigger than Jaime, due to his previous betrayal of Tywin, which turned into a death sentence following the results of Blackwater. As Roose implies throughout the dinner conversation, Jaime’s hand chop was, above all else, the result of Tywin and the ruthless foundation of much of his authority (the Reynes and Tarbecks are brought up again). And what I like about it, other than the emphasis on the players constantly making moves solely for their own benefit in war while everyone else suffers the consequences, is that it does address and criticize the Lannister method a whole lot. The hand chop almost feels less karmic for Jaime himself than it does for Tywin. It is another reason that I find the perspective that these books were heralding this kind of sociopathic ruthlessness as competent and uber effective while completely condemning the relatively more “moral” Starks so funny. Like without even getting into where we are headed in the aftermath of the WoT5K, the holes within the “Tywin method” are already being explored. And the results are creeping towards Tywin himself, invading his family, because it is his very heir that suffers directly from it. The more we move along in the story the more the distance lessens between him and his putrid actions to cement his authority and power. “I’ve lost a hand, a father, a son, a sister, and a lover, and soon enough I will lose a brother. And yet they keep telling me House Lannister won this war.” is a Tywin/House Lannister thesis when it comes to the events of ASoS. For a start, he is the one who brought in the Bloody Mummers. The cruelty he unleashes on the smallfolk ends up coming back to him directly through his heir being the one experiencing it full force. There is the layer of loyalty vs utilizing sellswords, which is one way the conflicting sides in the war foil each other, and it is a root cause of the betrayal to begin with. If you use these men, you can end up suffering the consequences yourself, loyalty can only be bought if you remain the highest bidder. Relying on greed is fragile. Then, the part that Jaime is repeatedly faced with throughout his narrative: fear ≠ trust.

Hoat is smart enough to realize by now that his betrayal will not be pardoned by Tywin. Jaime’s offer means nothing in terms of his safety. He is aware of his low status and the meaning of his action to Tywin. That is what truly dooms Jaime and his hand. Hoat needed that token, and he needed to secure a path for himself (without losing his token along the way to Roose) to the Karstarks. He made sure that he brought Roose down with him, and put him in a difficult situation. Sure, Jaime’s skill itself is a huge threat and liability, but that is not the primary motivator. It is his sole ticket to safety from Tywin’s ruthlessness.

Then the goat gets outsmarted by Roose, and Jaime catches on to that part, so Hoat does take the L ultimately I fear, but these layers remain and it adds a lot. I also like how in ASoS, Jaime’s status is constantly fluctuating between dooming him and saving him. It often depends on how clever he is being in the moment.

#i do not do this type of analysis that much but i do like that dinner convo a whole lot #and it does certainly get overshadowed by the fact that it happens after the bath confession #valyrianscrolls #jaime lannister #roose bolton #tywin lannister #and then j becomes another ticket for roose instead 😭#honestly being tywin’s heir and what it puts jaime through is incredibly funny considering the aerys hostage situation and all this #also love love how roose is playing w his words #like his sentences are layered and carefully chosen #and all so deliberate #i mean this scene is very much about the red wedding

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dottie-writes-haikyuu · 4 months ago

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I’ve Got my Eye on You

This isn’t related to my apocalypse au! This was just for funsies!!

Sakusa was wearing a deep frown, eyes cast down as Atsumu gazed at him from his seat on the couch.

"Omi?"

The ravenette's hands were trembling when he looked up.

"We should clean up some," the other said stiffly. Atsumu turned around fully, concern starting to permeate his mind.

"We just did, right before ya showered, which ya just finished."

"I'm gonna take another shower," stated his boyfriend. His monotone was cracking. He turned, the blonde getting up and going over to him.

"What's wrong?" he questioned softly after getting between his lover and the door to the bathroom.

Sakusa felt more compelled to repeatedly clean an area or himself when he felt shitty; it gave him control over something and something to focus on. Atsumu had noticed that early in their relationship. The ravenette gave no reply.

"C'mon, sweetheart, yer stressed. What's goin' on? Talk ta me."

"Nothing, Atsu, I just don't feel well," came the response. He tried to get around the setter to no avail. "Just let me shower one more time, alright?"

"This a no-touch night?"

The hand reaching for the doorknob hesitated. Sakusa glanced back towards Atsumu, his face all screwed up.

"We can put the pillows between us an' just watch Shrek," the slightly shorter man softly offered. "Would ya like that?"

A nod. Kiyoomi's skin still crawled with the nonexistent dirt and bacteria he was convinced were on his skin.

"I'm gonna shower this last time, okay?"

"Don't scrub yerself pink. Am I towelin' yer hair? Baggin' yer clothes? Didja leave Maggie on the bed?"

He shook his head for the last question, not assuring that he wouldn't scrub the invisible impurities from his skin until he was pink.

"I think you can towel it, yeah. Yes, please bag my clothes. I don't wanna have something on my skin that's touched everything else...that's disgusting."

"It is,” Atsumu agreed with a nod as if they didn’t do that nearly all the time. “M'gonna go wash my hands 'n get everythin' ready for ya, okay?"

Another nod and Sakusa went for a shower while Atsumu went to prepare the bedroom. He turned on the hot water, because the higher the temperature, the more germs died. And he scrubbed meticulously until his boyfriend came banging at the door to see if he was drowning. How you drown in a shower is a mystery to him still.

"Omi, ya doin' okay? It's been thirty minutes! Didja drown? Or slip? Are ya dyin'? Oh wait, are ya cryin’ in there? Sorry, I didn’t mean ta interrupt!”

"I'm coming out! Jesus, Atsu!" he shouted over the running water as the blonde yelled something about how he didn't need to come out because it was obvious that he was gay.

He rolled his eyes and stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel out of the cabinet and drying himself. He snatched another towel and wrenched open the door, throwing the cloth into his boyfriend's face and proceeding to his side of the bed where the clean, sealed plastic bag was, holding fresh, clean clothes inside.

He dressed and noted that this specific pair of sweats was exponentially more comfortable than the others. Then he turned to the humongous stuffed tortoise that was also on the bed. He picked her up, squeezing her and breathing in the familiar scent. He could never name it, but it was the best scent he'd ever encountered. Better than his boyfriend, even, especially after a game when Atsumu's sweaty, stanky ass would hug him until he felt he may combust, be it win or loss.

He made a pleased sound in the back of his throat, half purr, half laugh, and half sigh. Don't ask him how 3 halves fit in one sound. He'd spent too much time around Atsumu. He was lucky he hadn't picked up that fucking accent yet. He found himself on the bed, curled up with Maggie, face still buried in the stuffed animal as he vibrated like a fucking purring cat. This was how Atsumu found him.

The blonde simply took the other side of the bed and covered one of his hands with the towel that had been thrown his way earlier, reaching over the pillow border and using this to gently dry Kiyoomi's raven curls and massage the spiker's head.

He always felt cared about, when Atsumu did little things for him. Like remembering his order at any restaurant they ate at, catering to him but not babying him when he had a bad joints day, buying him hair products for his curly hair, carrying a mask in his pocket at all times, things like that. Atsumu was one who loved both loudly and softly. In public, there was no question as to whether they were dating. Atsumu was very much a pda person and talked about Kiyoomi…quite a lot. He felt nice, though, knowing that Atsumu could love him loudly.

He’d never had that before.

"Omi," murmured Atsumu, getting a mere twitch in acknowledgment, before Sakusa inclined his head slightly and let out a satiated sigh.

"Feels good, mm? Hang on," his boyfriend said softly before the hand migrated lower, under his curls and directly to his scalp. He groaned, not a sexual sound, just one of deep satisfaction. "Ya still wanna watch Shrek?"

He shook his head. No, he just wanted to sleep, thank you. He reached a hand through their pillow border, pinkie extended. He felt another pinkie wrap around his own and heard the blonde shift.

"Alright. G'night, Omi. I love ya."

"Mhm," he murmured, though it was more sigh. He was so very comfortable right now.

"Love ya," he mumbled, the words slurring, as he still had his mouth pressed into an oversized tortoise. Then he realized the accented "you" that became "ya". He'd get hell for that later.

"Can I kiss ya? Mm? Can I give my dumplin' a kiss before bed?"

He rolled the idea over in his head before peeking over the pillow border. A gentle kiss was pressed lightly to his head by the feather-soft lips he'd had a good bit of contact with over the years.

"Ya feelin' better?" Atsumu questioned quietly, not wanting to break this. He hummed, the blonde taking it as the yes that it was. "Cmere."

He cleared some of the pillows away to make room for the blonde to come through because Sakusa sure as hell wasn't moving. He got a snort, but his lover made his way over to him and smoothed his hair from his forehead, kissing the surface again. The ravenette felt those long lashes flutter across his head as the setter's eyes shut.

They were like that for a while, Atsumu wrapping a loose arm around him and Kiyoomi entangling their legs.

"If yer not wearin' socks, m'gonna kill ya," he murmured sleepily, the accent he thought in (due to the fucking country bumpkin that had stolen his heart) seeping through his voice. It didn't help that he was on the brink of slumber, so he didn't feel like pronouncing the correct words fully. "Ion wan' yer nasty ass feet all over me."

"Don't worry, Omi, I'm wearin' socks. Go to sleep, sugarplum, yer tired."

He nodded, grabbing Atsumu's free hand.

"I lob you," he said, yawning. The fake blonde chuckled softly, humming as he ran a hand through the dark curls that crowned his head.

"Love you too, honey. Go to sleep."

#sakuatsu ml #sakuatsu #they’re so !!!#I love them but I don’t write them very frequently #haikyuu #haikyuu fanfiction #sakuatsu fanfic #dottie writes

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komotionlessqueenmm · 2 years ago

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Imagine # 1,052

Gifs NOT mine.

Year posted - 2023

*This was written with the idea that reader is in her mid twenties, so there's an age gap between reader and Ray. Also I've not watched this movie lmao. Why do I do this? I DON'T KNOW!

Setting her bag down on the kitchen counter, (Y/n)'s hands drifted down to brush across her belly. Smiling when the baby girl inside gave a kick,and ignoring the pain that followed. "I know honey, you're missin' your daddy. So am I." She mused to her belly, happy to be back home and away from her latest hospital check up. But considering the lack of his car in the driveway, she knew Ray wasn't back yet, back with his brother Raymond, her godfather. "This is gonna be a long day." She sighed as she poured herself a glass of cold water, drinking nearly half of it before she felt satisfied. Setting the glass on the counter she licked her damp lips, taking notice of the sound of two car doors closing. Her shimmering eyes cast in the direction of the front door as it swung open, the sounds of Ray and Raymond's voices following as they entered the quiet home. Their voices drifted to the dining room, and (Y/n) steeled her nerves. "Here goes nothing." She murmured under her breath as she exited the kitchen and entered the dining room. The older men's eyes quickly cast to her as she entered, and she offered a smile with a small wave. "Hey guys." She hummed, her free hand still tracing her round belly absentmindedly.

"(Y/n) you're pregnant!" Raymond gawked at her, a small grin tugging at his lips at the sight of her round belly. "Yeah." She smiled sheepishly. "Who's the father?" Raymond asked after a moment, his smile faltering when she glanced nervously at his brother. "Wait why is she here?" Raymond turned his attention to Ray, who looked just as anxious as she did. "Well where else is she gonna go?" Ray countered, confirming Raymond's fear. "You did not have sex with my goddaughter!" Raymond's confusion had quickly turned to anger, glaring at his brother as if he was intent to kill him. "Um." Was all Ray could get out before Raymond repeatedly began shoving at his chest, Ray instinctively pushed back anticipating it to turn into a fight. "She's half your age!" Raymond hissed stepping back a little when Ray moved to hit him in the face, then giving him another shove before backing away again. "Enough stop it the both of you. You're both acting like children." (Y/n) put herself between them, her back to Ray as she intended on calming Raymond down.

"How could you do something like this?" Raymond asked addressing Ray, who in turn scowled. "Excuse me, I can make my own decisions. Thank you very much." (Y/n) cut in, her fingers lacing with Rays when he grabbed her hand. "But-But him!?" Raymond stammered in frustration. "And what's wrong with him huh?" She glared now at her godfather. "He's not good enough for you!" Raymond shouted as if it were obvious, and she simply wasn't seeing it. "I'll decide who's good enough for me, not you." She turned to Ray, her eyes softening at the look shimmering in his eyes, clearly hurt by what Raymond had said. "He's more than good enough for me, he's perfect." (Y/n) murmured as she looked into his eyes, her words only making Raymond scoff. "He's a junkie!" Raymond argued, and (Y/n) quickly spun on her heel, her and Ray both glaring daggers at Raymond. "He's been sober for years now, I know because I was the one looking after him when he was coming down." Raymond frowned at her words. "You were still in highschool." He pointed out. "And why do you think I missed so much school my senior year? Because I was here when the withdraw sickness became to much of him. I was here, looking after him, helping him, caring for him. Unlike you." She spat, thoroughly fed up with Raymond's behavior, though she knew this is exactly how he was going to react, and it's the exact reason why she never told him.

"And before you make any sick assumptions, nothing happened between us. For years I was just his friend, looking out for him. It wasn't until last year when we became intimate, and that was only because I initiated it, and convinced him it was okay. Because it is okay, we're both adults, mature enough to make our own decisions." She ranted, only stopping and closing her eyes, when Ray moved to place his hand on her belly, standing beside her. "Shh calm down sweetheart, stress isn't good for the baby." Ray spoke softly, now rubbing at her baby bump, the feeling helping her relax a little, and his words quelling the raging fire that was her anger. "You don't have to accept this, but I will not have you talking about Ray like that. I love him, he makes me happy, and he takes good care of me, and that should be enough for you to accept this." (Y/n) opened her eyes, looking to Raymond with emotionless eyes. Eyes that quickly swirled with adoration when they cast to his brother at her side. Resting her head against his shoulder, and relaxing under his tender touch. "I love you too." Ray whispered against her hair before placing a small kiss there. All the while Raymond stood there unsure of what to say, or how to feel on the matter anymore.

|Time Skip|

The following hours had been awkward and uncomfortable for the three adults. While Ray drove them to the funeral in his car, with (Y/n) in the passenger seat holding his free hand, and Raymond sat quietly in the backseat. When they stopped at a gas station for (Y/n) to use the bathroom, Raymond hadn't even realized he'd been staring at Ray, until Ray grunted out an annoyed "What?". "Why her? Of all the women in the world, why her?" Raymond asked what had been bugging him all day. "Because I love her." Ray responded before casting his gaze back to the gas station, watching like a hawk for (Y/n) to return. "Because you love her?" Raymond questioned, clearly unconvinced. "Yes I love her, is that really so hard to believe?" Ray grumbled. "Yes." Raymond stated without hesitation, making Ray roll his eyes. "Well I do." Ray muttered, breathing a silent breath of relief at the sight of (Y/n) exiting the gas station. A small smile tugging at his lips at the sight of the snacks she held in her hands. "Here you go honey." (Y/n) passed Ray a bag of his favorite chips, when she reached the car.

Then a Debbie snack to Raymond. "Here." She muttered softly to him, glancing at his eyes for a moment before settling in her seat. Another sweet treat in her hand for herself. "Thanks." Raymond muttered when he looked at what she'd given him. "Thank you sweetheart." Ray leaned over again gave her a quick kiss, the sight making Raymond scoff. "Could you not do that in font of me?" Raymond groaned. "Grow up." Ray sassed as he looked back at his brother, who bit his tongue while glaring back at him. (Y/n) kept quiet as she opened her wrapper, offering her hand to Ray to open his as well. He passed her the bag and started diving once more, smiling softly at her when she returned the now open bag to him. Back on the road they made it to the funeral in a matter of twenty minutes, the atmosphere in the car turning from awkward to somber. And it remained that way long after they'd reached the cemetery some time later. "Honestly I just don't get what she sees in you." Raymond mused carelessly from the back seat. Ray closed his bible, turned to his brother, and simply flipped him off in response.

(Y/n) had gone to their father's plot, with a single pink posy in her hand. Paying her respects to him, despite never having met the man, or liking him after Ray told her the stories about how abusive he had been. "How are my girls feeling?" Ray asked when she re-approached the car, his hands cupping her belly after sitting his bible aside. "Tired." (Y/n) hummed before yawning. "It's a girl?" Raymond asked in a soft tone. "Yeah." She nodded her head, smiling down at her belly, her hands resting on top of Rays. The sight warmed Raymond's heart, slowly coming to terms with the situation. "I'm sorry for being such an ass about all this." He muttered after a moment of staring at her belly. "I get it... I don't like it, but I get it." (Y/n) responded, smiling when Ray pulled her hands forward to kiss her knuckles. "Do you wanna feel her?" She asked as she looked to Raymond, who looked hopeful but apprehensive. "Are you sure?" He asked. "Yeah of course." (Y/n) smiled reassuringly, moving away from Ray to allow Raymond to touch her belly. Ray watched with a fond smile as his brother reached out tenderly to touch her belly.

"Here." She dragged his hand to the right side of her belly, where he felt a small kick. "Oh wow." He chuckled at the feeling, melting when the baby did it again. "She's very active, especially whenever Ray reads to us, or plays his trumpet. She seems to really like jazz just like her father." (Y/n) mused with a fond smile, looking to Ray who offered her a quick wink. "She's gonna be a handful." Raymond teased playfully, chuckling when the baby kicked again. "Just like her daddy." Ray cut in, making (Y/n) chuckle. "Don't I know it." (Y/n) mused. "I'm really happy for you, you know?" Raymond looked up to her, still holding her belly. "It's just... This was a lot to take in, and a little weird to me." He added, his words making (Y/n) nod in understanding. "You know Ray cried when I told him I was pregnant." She mused, smirking when Ray audibly groaned. "Really?" Raymond chuckled in disbelief. "Yep. Fell to his knees and buried his face into my still flat belly, muttering all sorts of nonsense and praise." She smiled at the memory, and Ray only shrugged when his brother looked at him. "He's going to be a great father." She added absentmindedly, making Rays heart melt. "Yeah I'm sure he will be." Raymond agreed as he removed his hands from her belly, smiling softly up at her, his sincere words making tears prick in her eyes. "Thank you." Ray muttered softly to his brother, beyond proud to hear him say that.

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Part 4, Chapter 6: Repository II //Sebastian Sallow x Reader

A/N: hi friends! Next repository chapter is up! I really struggle with action writing so I apologize but I hope you enjoy! I’m really anxious to hear people’s thought on my decisions in this chapter so please let me know what you liked, didn’t see coming, etc!

Also @animasola86 gets credits for Sebastian in the cover art!

The audio version of this chapter can be found here

Masterlist to the full series found here

Warnings: GRAPHIC VIOLENCE, descriptions of bodily harm, seriously it’s gross fam…

Word count: 5k

As if the first scream he had to hear wasn’t bad enough a few seconds after he heard a second one. Granted not quite as loud and violent, but still chilling as the next room seemed to continue collapsing. He needed to hurry.

“At least take a wiggenweld mate,” Leander said, holding out a bottle. Normally he’d be skeptical of a potion coming from Garreth or a close friend of the boy, but given the circumstances Sebastian graciously took and downed its contents. The potion didn’t fully heal the injury, but it did slow the bleeding.

“Mr. Sallow, I really must advise against this. Rushing into danger in general is not wise, certainly not while injured” Professor Fig spoke and he shook his head.

“You’ve never stopped her before for doing the same. With all due respect sir, she is my priority. And while we sit here arguing, she could be injured. This is just a minor wound, it’ll be fine” he reasoned as he spat out the response. The notion he should sit back and let the girl face her death makes the words turn sour on his tongue.

“You and I both know this is not what she would want Mr. Sallow” Fig continued to argue with him and Sebastian turned away from the man before hauling himself up so he could mount Highwing once more.

“Yeah? And what about what I want? I certainly don’t intend on dragging her mangled and lifeless body from this cavern simply because you think she should face ranrok alone” he said.

“Your uncle” Sharp cut in and he rolled his eyes.

“Precisely. She might as well be alone. In fact, I feel more concerned knowing that man is with her. So now that everyone has addressed their objections, they are duly noted. I’m going” Sebastian said as he lifted off the ground, the hippogriff hovering as he swallowed in a shaky breath. Knowing the entrance to the cavern had been blocked by falling debris, he knew he'd have to find another way around.

“We can search to the left of the entrance if you’d like to go right” Poppy offered. As Sebastian turned to see that she had helped Imelda onto the back of the beast alongside her.

“Fine. But please shout if you find a way in” he said.

“We shall stay here and continue to try and slowly dig out the debris” Professor Weasley quietly informed him. In all his years he’d never seen the woman so dejected. The deputy headmistress always being the pinnacle of authority and confidence, yet now she seemed sullen and nervous.

“Alright. Someone should probably see what happened to Larson after going to find Officer Singer from Hogsmeade to help” he informed them as Everret nodded, “sounds good Sebastian” he said already heading back towards the mouth of the cave to find his housemate and direct the Aurors down to the cavern that no one outside knew of.

“Be safe Mr. Sallow” Hecat told him. The woman had always had a soft spot for the boy who showed much promise in her classroom, but watching him repeatedly throw himself into danger without fear caused her to swell with pride. Sebastian probably would’ve acknowledged his favorite professor had he not already gotten out of earshot of the group, desperate to find a way in before it was too late.

Although, who could hardly blame him with how grim the sounds coming from the repository chamber sounded…

She had hardly been given time to react before the goblin was hurling the corrupted ancient magic in her direction. She had fought his loyalists but had yet to actually be in his line of fire. She had watched him kill Lodgok, his own brother, in a similar manner. She’d be damned if her or Solomon went down in a similar manner.

It was truly wild how much her mind wandered during the fight. She had faced many opponents with complete concentration on the task at hand, and as she fought this goblin who threatened her world, she couldn’t help but think back on everything that had led up to this moment. She’d crossed paths with him so many times at this point: in the vault, in that alley outside the three broomsticks, in the shadows at rookwood castle, in the mine where Lodgok had died, now. All her hard work in doing the keepers bidding, finding the missing pages with a ghost, the trip to the restricted section - it had all been leading to this moment.

Yet, she found her mind wandering as she continued to hurl rocks lifted with ancient magic at the goblin. Part of her remembered the poem her father had read to from the papers a few years back, before she even knew of magic.

It matters not how strait the gate, how charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul

The other part of her kept glancing over and making eye contact with the frozen and terrified ex auror. Until now she had never noticed the way that he had such similar eyes to Sebastian. It was likely due to how often Solomon’s eyes looked angry, but now, seeing the fear in them, she recognized the resemblance. And although in both muggle and wizarding worlds, men showing their emotions so openly was frowned upon, she so deeply loved that her love had continued to be unashamed in showing all of himself to her. The fear, the excitement, the anger, the anxiety, the frustration, the love. His brown eyes had always been such a window into what he was thinking, and after almost a year of knowing him, she could read those eyes so well. Similarly now, the look Solomon was giving her was so reminiscent of the one Sebastian had worn before she left with Poppy.

And as she tried to shake the thought from her head she could feel the hot and searing feeling against her shoulder as it knocked her to the ground. His corrupted magic stolen from other repositories swirling around her now blood dripping shoulder as she looked in horror, watching as the goblin shot ahead, striking Bragbor’s container on the walkway in front of them.

Pushing her now aching limbs she somehow managed to stand, hobbling towards the entrance in an effort to gain backup. There was no way she could fight Ranrok alone now that he had stolen the magic Isadora created.

“Run!” She tried to warn Solomon but it was too late. The goblin had already taken the magic as a bright flash filled the room. The eruption of the repository caused such a blinding light to fill her vision that she took a few moments to regain vision once more, watching in horror as now the transformed goblin swirled in the midst of the red and black magic.

Rubble began to fall around them as she heard an almost demonic voice yell “Goblin kind shall answer to no one” before he dived at the platform her and Solomon were on. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Solomon’s body safely landing on the dirt ground as he covered his head with his hands. And then she felt it. The strong force of something large smacking into her chest, knocking the wind from her already damaged lungs as the contact was so intense she felt it in her bones. And then,

Air,

Weightlessness,

Falling.

She was falling, and doing so, fast

And yet, it was almost as if she could perceive it happening in slow motion. She could nearly count the times her body flipped ankles over her head as she passed the cliff she had once been standing upon. Her mind could fully make out the quickly approaching sharp jagged rocks that would ultimately claim her life when she inevitably smashed into them, for in the fall she had dropped the most important thing she owned: her wand.

“Arresto Momento!”

Suddenly suspended in the air, a few yards above the ground she looked back up to see Solomon leaning over the platform. Only his head and shoulders were visible as he looked down the massive cliffside at her body hovering several yards above the ground.

Even from far away she could see his eye still nearly swollen shut from where she had struck him in the infirmary, but his other one stared down at her wide, seemingly relieved he had caught her. He slowly continued to lower her to the ground safely as she closed her eyes and tried to think of how it was going to be best to proceed. Her wand had been lost and she doubted the keeper's wand would work in the same manner as a normal one. Now was certainly not the time to test it out.

Her body slowly being lowered to the ground halted at the same time she looked up. Before she had time to process what was happening, once again her body was free falling. Only briefly making out the bright red light coming through the man’s chest before her body violently collided with the ground below. As time slowed once more, she laid on the ground as she experienced the scream tearing from her throat as if she was a passerby. Yet, the intense throbbing in her bones reminded her that no, it was indeed her that was screaming, and it was her body that had fallen to the stones below.

And then, she had an up close viewing of Solomon Sallow’s body crashing to the ground next to her with the most sickening thud she had ever experienced to date. Bones snapping viciously in a manner similar to the way she had broken his nose in the infirmary, except this time it was his legs that created the noise, as they came to rest in opposite directions. And this time when the scream tore from her raw throat, it was in terror as she saw the mangled appearance of Sebastian’s guardian as he lay next to her.

His lifeless brown eyes were still open as she continued to scream while the cavern caved in around them both and the last of her remaining strength was used to hold up a forcefield as the rubble encased their bodies.

Sebastian could remember the first time he’d witnessed ancient magic. It had been in hogsmeade square during the troll attack. The static feeling that charged the air and made the hair on his neck stand up had only relieved itself when she tore lightning from the sky, reducing the troll to ash. His ears had rung for a few seconds as the clap of thunder she conjured had disoriented him while his rapidly blinking eyes had fixated themself on the girl, her newly acquired wand clutched in her hand.

Since then, he’d only seen her use that type of magic on occasion. Usually she tried to learn how to master it in small doses, using restraint as she aimed to learn to use it for productive purposes such as conjuration or healing instead of destructive like the first time he’d seen. Occasionally he’d see things in the room of requirement lifting in mid air as if she had used levioso, but the way she was doing it looked unnatural. Sometimes he’d witness a small flash of light before something like a quill emerge. But without her abilities it truly was hard to tell what was ancient magic and what was simply spells she had learned during the year.

And yet, he still had become acclimated to what it felt like to be around such magic, even if he couldn’t physically see it. Ever since christmas he had worn the cufflinks she’d gifted him, and he’d never tell her, but he always felt the slight thumping or hum coming off them every morning when he put them on his dress shirt. Usually a dull vibration, as if they were alive and full of swarming lacewing flies. But on those rare occasions she did use her magic in his presence they’d warm up, the tingling that lingered on the objects growing more intense, like they were alive and desperately trying to join the stream of magic she was using.

That had been the real reason he’d grabbed them when he changed in the room of requirement, threading them onto the sleeves of the dark outfit she’d woven for him. And now as he continued to try and find a way to enter the cavern he knew she was fighting that blasted goblin, he could feel them tingling more than he ever had.

Highwing continued to fly through the cavern as he searched for a possible opening. It dawned on him that the last time he had physically laid eyes on her was when she left with Poppy after class. And since that moment he’d experienced such a whirlwind. He had went to collect rings in order to secure their future, bought a very dismantled home to share some day and while riding the high of such a wonderful thing his world had collapsed. Arriving into feldcroft amidst a battle only to discover that not only was his whole family gone, but she hadn’t been seen.

And then when he finally did get back to the school Fig had roped him into dealing with the Keepers as he worried for her safety and Professor Sharp’s ability to save her. Only to return and be locked in with the other students knowing she’d only barely been patched up before going to fight Ranrok and the entire goblin armada. Unfortunately it seemed they had so often almost crossed paths in this entire mess of a situation and yet continued to fight their own battles separately.

In the chaos he also hadn’t had time to actually process what Poppy had told him. His Uncle. Solomon had known. And Even worse, the man had intended for him to take the curse over Anne. As Highwing continued to fly he really did wonder what his life would be like had he had endured the curse this whole time over his twin. Obviously he’d have struggled being back home with Solomon more than Anne, given their history. He wouldn’t have put it past the man to just leave him at St Mungos to rot alone.

Surely his love would still have come to Hogwarts and been sorted into Slytherin, but would she have befriended Anne? Would Anne still have brought her to visit a sick brother to cheer him up as he had done? And if she did, would the girl look at him with eyes of love or pity…

Despite the horrific events of the year, and the grim circumstances to which they so often found themselves in, he would not trade a thing in the world to see her tired smile as she finally drifted off to sleep leaving behind the massive weight upon her shoulders. He would not trade the fear of holding her bleeding body to his chest at Christmas if it meant losing the beautiful hands that moved through his dark hair when they were alone.

Even worse he realized he would rather have seen Anne continue to fight this curse than know the love of his life had died in that ashwinder camp.

Because if you asked Sebastian back in August what his main priority in life was, he easily would’ve answered finding a cure for his sister. But in the quest to find answers for Anne he discovered something beautiful. A kind of love he had never felt. A kind of love those who experience its warmth would die for. A kind of love that healed the deep wounds pressed upon his soul from the tragedies he’d known as a young boy. A kind of love that made the journey of all of Solomon’s abuse somehow worth it, for without it he might not have met her or held on so tightly.

Every event in his life seemingly now had a purpose, beyond just bringing him pain and torment. For without them, he never would have been in the right place, at the right time, with the right heart to love her. And more importantly, be loved by her.

With every crash he heard from the wall that separated them, he felt like that beautiful thing to which he found was slowly slipping away. It’s why despite feeling lightheaded as blood continued to stain the wonderful gift she’d made for him, running down his back as it poured out of his right shoulder, he didn’t hesitate. What man would he be if it didn’t do everything in his power to get to the one he loved? What deep sorrow and regret he would be cursed to anguish in if she died alone?

As he neared a waterfall, Highwing attempted to move away from the water stream and just as he passed its refreshing mist he felt a sharp shooting pain on his wrist. Quickly tried to separate the material of his shirt from his wrist despite the way his limp non dominant hand fell to his side. As Sebastian saw the skin underneath he could make out a small blister forming where the inside latch of his cufflinks had burned into his blood soaked skin and he tugged the hippogriff to turn around.

Reluctantly the creature flew close to the waterfall again and like before the metal heated to the point he could not stand it, casting glacius onto them in efforts to prevent further burning. As he looked ahead he tried to see through the waterfall but was unable due to its heavy stream.

“Highwing come on” he begged the creature, attempting to urge the proud beast through the stream and it put up a fight, letting out a noise he could only interpret as annoyance before flying through the stream. As they came through the water, and onto the other side Sebastian realized a cavern was hidden away by the waterfall. Highwing moved forward enough to set him down on the solid ground they’d discovered and he stroked her feathers kindly as he hopped off and walked forward.

“Lumos” he spoke as it echoed off the cave walls. And suddenly like discovering water in the desert he saw it: the rune symbol. To the right a torch became noticeable from the light his wand put off and he shouted confringo at it, before repeating the action on the other side of the symbol. Unlike the doors leading into Isadora’s workshop or even the map chamber this was simply just a simple hovering over a pile of rocks, as if some muggle attempt had been made to create a secondary entrance to the repository for emergencies.

“Highwing go find the others!” he shouted. If there was one thing he had learned this year, it was that beasts were so much more intelligent than wizards and witches gave them credit for. Because the hippogriff bowed her head at him before running and jumping through the waterfall’s stream once more as she left him.

Coming forward he began using simple charms to slowly dig the piled up stones from the entrance. As stones began to move one by one he grew weary, putting his wand away and reaching for the wall. Years of working for Solomon had taught him how to use his brute strength sometimes over magic to get things done quickly. Even this past yule when he’d repaired the stone fences in the yard by hand, he realized that sometimes the muggle way was more effective.

Groaning as he lifted his injured arm he began pushing stone after stone to the ground, frantically digging through the pileup as his arm continued to bleed and his hands started to sting from the cuts he was getting from the jagged edges cutting his palms.

Every new injury seemed dull in comparison to the way his heart continued to leap as he pushed aside another rock. He had to get through. He had to reach her. And the more stones pushed to the side the louder and louder things became on the other side of the wall. The blasting and crashing only intensified as he heard a very loud and dark voice call out “your pitiful magic is no match for mine, child”.

Under normal circumstances such a voice would be bone chilling but to him it felt like a relief. It meant one thing: she was still alive.

For now.

As soon as the falling debris stopped she somehow mustered the strength to stand. Luckily having one last healing potion on her she was able to maintain a hold on the force field long enough to push the rubble away before downing the contents. It didn’t do much, nor did it return the air to her lungs, but it dulled the sting, which for now would have to be enough. Trying desperately to avert her eyes from Solomon’s body as ranrok’s newly transformed body flew about the space, she searched the ground for his wand. After moments of searching she stole a quick glance at his hand seeing he was still clutching it tightly. Gently she moved towards him, muttering a quick prayer to some god or entity despite the man’s malicious actions in life, before closing his eyes and ripping the wand from his grasp.

“Accio wand” she called out, not expecting much. Her wand likely was crushed in the fall, but when suddenly she felt its energy approaching, she was surprised to see it coming straight for her unharmed. Deciding to pocket Solomon’s for safe keeping to return to the Sallows she quickly looked for cover in case Ranrok came back to pick her off.

Rushing forward along the walkway as the space continued to be filled with the swirls of dark ancient magic she came to an opening, finally seeing ranrok in his new form as he perched at the end.

The anger of today, coming to a head as she pushed forward. How dare he attack the school? How dare he steal this magic? How dare he threaten the ones she loves?

Hurling ancient magic at him she watched in horror as he laughed, backing up as he taunted, “so much fire… so much spirit… I shall snuff that out” before shooting a large blast towards her without little time to duck for cover.

She would have to rethink exactly how to fight him this way. Suddenly she saw large force fields erupting nearby that reminisced the way she had fought the large pensive guards during the keeper trials. Hurling the freezing charm at it, she realized that it did in fact react similarly. If she was going to win this battle, she would need to stay moving and focus on those weak points until she could muster enough ancient magic to subdue him.

And then she remembered a moment in the room of requirement one day with Sebastian.

“So this corrupted magic, infused with pain, how do you think you can control it?” Sebastian asked her as he continued to take notes in a journal he’d been keeping on her magic.

“I’m not sure I even can… Isadora certainly couldn’t. That’s why she contacted Bragbor to build containers for it in the first place” she retorted as she continued to go over something she stole from San Bakaar’s tower on a second lap through. Her frustration with the keepers for remaining tight-lipped had her sneaking back into the tower, steering clear of the portrait, to raid his office. In it he found the man’s notes on the magic in the repositories.

“But isn’t Ranrok wielding it? Along with all the goblins? Surely you could find a way to do so, even if it’s simply a matter of protecting yourself from it” Sebastian countered as he glanced up. He knew that she likely wouldn’t see eye to eye with him on understanding the dark magic. The memories she spoke of being enough to discourage her from attempting to even entangle herself with that magic, but it didn’t stop him from being anxious. If she could control it, then perhaps if she faced the goblins she could turn the magic against them, or at the very least wield it enough to protect herself.

“I suppose in theory there is a way to control it. I am just nervous about what that could look like… Lodgok mentioned that all the goblins had been transformed by their attempts at using it. I am worried that if I allow myself to be influenced by it, that it may start to control me as well. Isadora’s journals end in madness. It’s easy to see she seemed to have been corrupted by it as well” she countered.

“Hmm…” he said and when she looked up she noticed that his eyes showed how truly far away his mind was. Nervous to ask the reasons why he broached the topic, she pushed that aside in favor of getting answers even if they made her anxious.

“You want me to heal Anne by wielding it don’t you?” she asked him with a defeated sigh, but when his eyes snapped back to hers and his brow furrowed almost angrily she regretted saying anything.

“What?” he asked in horror, frustration apparent in his tone as he spit the words out, laced with the venom he usually reserved for his uncle and no one else.

“I just thought… that’s why you were asking… it’s okay if that was your train of thought, I was just curious-” she began rambling, hoping she could take back the insination but it was too late. He was already furious at her.

“I am asking for you. You already told me what one of the memories showed - how it made a person devoid of emotions. I trust that. I trust you. I wouldn’t want that for my twin, even if it meant she wasn’t in pain. I wanted to know if you could wield it to protect yourself” he grumpily responded as she grew silent.

“Oh” she spoke quietly as she stared into her lap, eyes glazing over as she felt similarly to a scolding child by the authority in his voice, and the guilt of assuming the worst in him. He must’ve seen the tiny piling of tears in the corner of her eye because he put down his book and came directly in front of where she sat on the sofa, sitting on his knees in front of her and grabbing her hands from her lap.

“Hey” he spoke calmly and she didn’t respond so he spoke softer, gently squeezing her palms as she finally looked up. “I didn’t mean to upset you,” Sebastian spoke.

“I know. I didn’t mean to upset you either” she responded.

“I know. I just want to know all our options for keeping you safe. That’s my main priority” he told her as she looked down.

“What about Anne…?”

“What about her?” he asked in confusion.

“We only started down this journey to find a cure for her… I thought that was your priority” she explained.

Watching as his eyes absorbed her words he looked at her, opening his mouth, before closing it again to ponder his response. “It’s okay if that’s still your main goal-” she continued but he cut her off.

“Months ago, yes, that was my main priority. But now… my world has shifted. My goals have shifted. My loyalty and devotion have shifted” he spoke cooly as her eyebrow raised of its own accord in confusion.

“But Anne is your sister, your twin-” She went to counter and he shook his head.

“And you are my everything. Of course I want to heal Anne, but we will find a way to do so safely. The same way we will find a way to keep you safe if somehow Ranrok does get ahold of the last repository… but don’t think for a second that you aren’t important to me. That keeping you safe isn’t my main priority now” he told her.

Unsure how to respond she simply blinked rapidly. She wasn’t sure when she started crying fully, but when she felt the wetness on her cheeks he was already there, pulling her into his arms.

“I mean it… I love you… and I swear with all I have that I will do everything to keep you safe when the time comes…”

Remembering back to that day, she did wonder about his theory. They hadn’t had a chance to actually test it out given only a few days later she left with Poppy… and now she was in this head on. But perhaps Sebastian was correct. Maybe there was a way to control it. Maybe even purify it by removing the pain somehow, so that it would be useless to Ranrok. Unlike the keepers she had isadora’s research. Unlike Isadora she had the keeper's research. She also had such an intelligent man who had working theories.

Trying to recall the work he’d written out on one of the chalk boards, she tried to remember the way he had theorized perhaps using ancient magic instead of normal magic with a healing spell could cleanse the magic so to speak. Now was as good as any time to try such a theory out.

Stepping out from behind a rock she’d used for cover she used one of the healing spells on a sliver of the magic swirling around her, watching in awe as it turned blue again, the pain quickly moving towards ranrok as he absorbed purely the pain and yelled out angrily, “your pitiful magic is no match for mine, child!”

Then she found herself lying face down in the stone a few feet away. Her head throbbing at the aggressive contact she’d made when he’d flung her through the air once more. She would be surprised if her skin wasn’t one large bruise at this point. The speed to which he retaliated by blasting her had been too quick to process but as she laid there trying to get up again she smiled as she realized that now she had a decent game plan. Sebastian Sallow was a genius and if she lived long enough to see him again she would delight in telling him so.

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