#but continue reaching out and trying to talk and having cups of tea and walking my dog and making memories.

[sweetdispatch]

Meeting

Seven Steps pairing: Luke Hughes x fem!reader summary: You went to a party and met Luke with whom you decided to leave the house warning: none

It took a lot of convincing for your friends to take you out on a party. You weren't a fan of them. Much more you preferred to stay at home and read a book. This was your friend’ boyfriend's birthday party and after a couple days, you agreed to go with them. You went shopping to buy a gift for him. The last thing you wanted was to show up with empty hands. 

You promised yourself to stay there for two hours and get back home. You weren't much of a drinker and you couldn't understand how people can get drunk at every opportunity they have. Your friends were drunk dancing on a dancefloor. Meanwhile you were standing in a kitchen with a beer in your hand. 

“You also don’t want to be here?” You heard an unfamiliar voice.

“Yeah but the birthday boy is my friend’ boyfriend so I showed up” You took a sip. 

“I’m Luke” He reached out your hand to you. You shook it and looked up at him. 

“I’m Y/N” You smiled at him. 

“How about ditching the party and going somewhere else?” Luke proposed but you were sceptical. 

You didn’t know him but eventually you agreed. You put the cup down and left with Luke the house. He told you that not far away from here is a McDonalds that is open 24/7. You nodded and you two were walking there in silence until he spoke again. 

“So Y/N, what are you doing?” Luke asked you. 

“Currently I’m walking” Luke laughed at your answer. “I’m working in my mum’ shop and trying to enjoy my boring life. How about you?” 

“I’m an athlete and all I’m doing is training and playing” Luke answered. 

“Let me guess. Since we’re in New Jersey I’m guessing you’re a hockey player” You joked but Luke agreed with you. “Oh, that’s cool. I don’t watch hockey but my brother loves this sport and is at every game” 

“But you’re not a fan?” Luke asked you again.

“Not really. I mean I’ll watch a game with him from time to time but it’s not my cup of tea. Does it mean you hate me now?” You joked. 

“Actually, no. It made me like you even more” Luke said to you and you felt your cheeks burning. 

After 10 minutes, you two arrived in front of the McDonalds and Luke opened the door for you. He insisted on paying for your order too but you didn’t let him. When you two get the food you started eating and the conversation was coming so naturally between both of you. 

“You’re stubborn” Luke said and took a bite. 

“I know but I don’t want you to pay for me when I have my money” You shrugged. 

“Coming back to the hockey topic, do you like any other sport or you’re not a fan of it?” Luke asked you. He wanted to know. 

“I like running and that’s basically the only sport I do but to watch, I like soccer. I used to play it in high school and sometimes I watch games” You took a sip of your drink. “You? Do you like other sports or is it just hockey?” 

“I like golfing. I like to watch football and baseball but hockey is pretty much my whole life. My parents played and now me and my brothers are playing” Luke told you. 

“Wait, you said your brothers” Luke nodded, not sure where the conversation was going. “You’re one of the brothers who plays in New Jersey?” 

“Yeah. Me and Jack play here and Quinn is in Vancouver” Luke replied. 

“That must be cool to do the same profession as your brothers” You said but noticed the weird look in Luke’ eyes. 

“It is but it’s also tiring. As the youngest, I’m all the time compared to them and sometimes it's annoying” Luke admitted to you. 

“I get it. Back in school, I was all the time compared to my brother and I was so mad at everyone for this” You told him and continued eating. 

You and Luke sat there for a couple hours. The conversation was coming naturally between you two. There was no small talk and you learnt a lot about him and he learnt a lot about you. It was so nice to have someone to talk to without being judged. You had a lot of laughs together too but you were sure that it’s one time thing. 

“I need to get back home. I promised to be around midnight but currently it’s 3AM” You told him and stood up.

“Let me walk you home. I don’t want you to get back alone when it’s dark” Luke proposed. 

“I live like 30 minutes from here. I don’t want you to walk this distance. I’ll call the cab” You told him but he stopped you. 

“I drove here in a car. We can go back to the house where the party is and I can drive you home” Luke insisted. 

“I don’t want to bother you” You looked at him and saw that Luke won’t let it go. “Okay, thank you” 

After a quick walk, you sat on the passenger seat of Luke’ car. The whole drive was quiet. You two felt comfortable in each other's company. It wasn’t an awkward silence but something both of you needed. He parked in front of your house and you sat there a little longer. 

“Thank you for the night and thank you for the drive. It was really nice to meet you Luke” You told him and grabbed the car door handle. Before you could open the door, he stopped you. 

“Can I have your phone number? I don’t want this to be a one night thing because I had a fun time with you” Luke asked shyly. 

“Sure” Luke handed you his phone. You quickly type your number. “Thanks again for tonight” 

You exited the car and walked into your house. You ran upstairs to get ready for bed. After 30 minutes you left the bathroom and laid in your bed. You grabbed your phone and noticed a message from an unknown number. You knew it was Luke and quickly you sent him back a text. You placed the phone under your pillow and fell asleep.

Step 2

[bangchansgirlsblog]

Push and pull.

Warning:  Angst

Pairing: skz x 9th member

Summary: The constant pressure of being a girl in a group of boys is crazy but crazier when your looked at like a fragile baby.

!not proofread so forgive me for mistakes!

**

“Oppa just tell me what’s wrong pleaseee?” She begged, “I also care about you and you need to calm down. This is scaring me,”

"No I want to only talk to the boys, please Y/n?" He said and It stung. 

Han had been having a mental breakdown and had been crying for an hour straight. They had just arrived from practice when he decided to brush everyone off and leave to go to his room where Y/n had been begging him to come out of.

"Okay," She softly said and left the room. Was she not going enough for him? Did he not like her? The thoughts run through her head as she laid in bed trying not to cry. The pain of feeling neglected was slowly eating her alive.

She had been begging him to tell her what had happened but he refused. He didn't want to tell her what was going on but once the boys walked in back from their schedules, he wanted to speak to them straight away. Leaving Y/n sad and confused. 

She decided to to finish some work as she waited for the boys to finish talking to Han but even then her heart wasn't settled. She wasn't able to concentrate. The guilt was eating her up. It made her feel sick. So she decided to go make herself some tea and that's when she run into Felix in the kitchen making some brownies.

"Hey Felix," she softly smile and greeted him.

"Hey Y/nnie!" He beamed and waved at her then continued to mix the mixture in the bowl. "where you able to get more tape for your knee?"

"yeah i was, Eunwo (their manager) was able to get me some on our way back," she explained while she got a glass of water. "What are you doing?"

"Making brownies for Hannie, he isn't feeling the best," Y/n turned to look at his older brother.

"Can I please know why?" She took the chance to get it out of Felix because she knew Felix wasn't their strongest soldier when it came to keeping secrets from one another.

"No I'm sorry, Han said not to tell you," he looked back at the butter quickly trying to avoid the eye contact.

"But Lix-"

"No I'm not telling you, it's not my secret to tell," he cut her off and continued his work. He felt really bad for leaving her out but he knew himself he couldn't spill anything just yet.

"Okay, fine be a meanie,"  She softly sighed and got her cup of now iced coffee.

"No don't be like that, Han will tell you when his ready," he pouts walking over to her to her. hoping that someway he could fix the situation. 

Everyone knew that Y/n felt left out most of the times because she was the only girl and sometimes the boys had things they couldn’t tell her or share with her but other than that they told her everything and they tried to make her feel apart of the group. 

Since felix was the most sensitive and softest out of everyone he felt the need to protect her because felix did feel left out at a point when he couldn’t speak korean fluently and Y/ was the one who would stay up with him trying to help him study. In this case, Y/n was not feeling this 'brotherly' love. 

She shrugged his hands off and took a step back trying to get out of his reach. "I'm his bestfriend too, I'm part of this team too but I keep being treated like I'm an outsider," She let out a sigh and wiped the rolling tear. Trying to make sure Felix didn't see her cry.

"No don't cry please," he begged but she simply walked past him but ofcourse felix tried to follow but she stopped him and continued into her room where she locked the door and stayed there for the rest of the evening.

When it was time for dinner she went outside to grab the stuff she had ordered since leeknow wasn't cooking tonight and she sat on the empty dining table. Everyone was still sat in Han's room and there were a few empty cups on the table meaning they had all eaten already.

Felix had left her a plate of brownies for desert and a cup of milk so atleast she knew they still acknowledge her. As she sat there she got bored and saw it was 8pm.

So since she had nothing planed for the evening she decided to get up, put everything away and grab her training stuff to head to the jyp building. It was a short walk anyway and korea was a safe place to be wondeirng at night. The builidng looked quite empty but a few people were locking up and packingup to head home.

She scanned the hallways for an empty room and she finally did find one but was soon interrupted but Jae Beom and his crew. His smile was bright and he was so excited to see her.

"Y/nnie!"

"Oppa!" she squealed. Her sad aura was now replaced with happiness at the sight of her favorite older brothers. She quickly run over and age each of them hugs while saying hello.

"What are you doing here so late? Where are your brothers?" He asked dropping his practice bag and walking back over to her. He pulled her in a hug once again. Although they worked in the same company they barely saw each other due to schedules and stuff.

"Han wasn't feeling well so they are taking care of him and I decided to come practice," She explained. The boys were now all paying close attention to her.

"Ahhh I see! Can we join you?" Mark asks. His hands were in his pockets and they all didnt have makeup on so it meant that they were also here just for free practice.

"Yes sure, I need company anyway," She smiled and headed over to the laptop that was by the speakers. "What should we start with?"

"Can you teach us S-class? Its so hard and we've been trying to learn it," Jackson pouts and raffles her hair,

"Yeah the hand movement is impossible!" Jinyoung chirps in.

She giggled at this because they all reminded her so much of her little brothers back at home when S-class had just come out. "Sure, I can its not that hard," the groans in response made her laugh fill the room so she just played the song and they all run through it as she taught them step by step and by the time they were done, it was 1 in the morning. ONE IN THE MORNING? fuck.

She quickly took out her phone from her bag and looked at it to see thousands of missed calls and (as if in cue) that's when Hyunjin and I.N slammed the door open. they were both panicked and Hyunjins phone was ringing alot while I.N was frantic talking to someone of his phone.

"There you are!" Hyunjin exclaimed panting and huffing. "We've been calling, texting and even fucking tracking your phone, why wouldn’t you tell us your here? This is extremely dangerous Y/n! Oh my God!"

"Y/nnie! do you know how worried we were?! Chan hyung and Leeknow hyung are on some road screaming your name looking for you everywhere," I.N yells at her causing her to jump at the sudden loud voices.

"My phone was off, I was just practicing here-" she tried to explain but was interrupted immediately. 

"Okay, it doesn’t matter now, let's go home, we were worried sick, hang on...grab your stuff," he got out his phone and started talking to someone that sounded like Chan. With the way Hyunjin was cringing she knew she was dead meat. 

She quickly grabbed my Bags, her laptop and quickly said bye to everyone who were also as terrified as she was but they totally understood and told her to just be safe and to text them. She quickly made her way behind Hyunjin and I.N who were towering over her. Once hyunjin hang up the phone finally, he slowed down so he was walking by her side.

"Never do that again please,"

"But I was just with my friends,"

"You know we don't trust you in a room full men," he softly says ruffling his hands through her hair.

"Yeah I know, I know. I'm in shit, i've accepted it," she groaned but remembered the only reason she was in this mess, "Is Hannie okay now?"

"Yeah he is and he wants to talk to you," She look up at him confused. Her heart jumping. 

"What about?" she asked on a confused tone. Hyunjin glances over at I.N who gulps. They both look at eachother as if communicating.

"Felix said that you were upset-"

"I wasn't upset really," She quickly explained.

"Oh well now you can explain that to him anyway but right now those are your least of your worries cause Chan is going to kill you in cold blood," I.N takes of his jacket and hands it to her. she was freezing and she was wearing a tank top but luckily I.N had a hoodie and jacket on.

Ugh. She sighed softly when they arrived to the house. She stopped causing the boys to look at her confused. Her worries and sadness came washing over her. With the way she had fun at the studio with her other brothers she had totally forgotten the depression she was facing at home.

She took a deep breath (quite dramatically) earning a chuckle from both boys and she walked up the stairs into the house where Chan and Leeknow were Ofcourse sitting on the dining table with a coffee mug both. She couldn't even sneak past them which was her only hope in avoiding them. She quickly turned around but was met with Hyunjins chest. sigh.

"Stop, turn around and sit," Chan voice was loud meaning he was serious. she quickly followed his instructions and sat on the chair across both of them.

"What time is it?" He squints his eyes and looks at her.

"1:30 Oppa," she sighed and looked down at her fingers. 

"Why would you leave the house without letting us know? What if something had happened and we didn't know-"

"Your always scolding me and not treating me like an adult," she snapped at him. This made Hyunjin stop in his tracks and turned back and I.N  paused whatever he was doing to over at them. Never ever did she snap at the boys especially chan because she loved them and they were older than her so she was so respectful. This was a shock and the gasp that left leeknows lips was evidence.

"That's not true I always treat you like an adult," Chan defended himself. 

"You don't Oppa! You don't get it, just because I'm 19 doesn't mean I'm a kid, I'm only one year younger than I.N and he gets treated like an adult, everything I do you guys have to be there watching and whenever you guys have conversations I'm pushed to the side. Yes I get I'm a girl and I'm young but it doesn't mean I'm not part of the team, I'm allowed to walk out the house right now if I wanted to, if I wanted a babysitter I would have hired you a long time," 

"Y/n dont raise your voice at hyung like that. Its not right," Leeknows eyes were red. he was pissed off and it was clear. 

"Dont talk to me like that Y/n. If you have a problem you tell me, you dont yell. Look at me when im talking to you," She looked up at him. He looked tired, frustrated and mad. He had to first deal with Han...now this?

"fine sorry," she was done. she was done with this conversation, she was done with the boys, she was done with everything. She stood up and stormed out the room. Chan following right behind her 

"We're not done here young lady, You think i want this? you think i want to constantly be checking on you? you think i want to be. You keep acting childish thats why i have to keep tabs on you!" with every second he was getting louder and louder. 

"Chan dont, lets go calm down-" leeknow grabs his arm trying to keep him away.

"Y/n go to your room," Changbin interferes trying to break the two up. 

"See!" she exclaimed and walked into her room shutting it and locking it.

[mintseung]

FIRST SIGHT L.H.S

⑅ pairing: BrothersBest friendLee!heeseung x gn!reader.

⑅ genre: Smut / fluff (MDNI!)

⑅ warnings: jerking off, reader fucking Heeseung's d!ck. Idk if I missed one

WC: 2.5k??

Pt2 OUT NOW

It was a rainy day, and you were in the living room, reading a book, while your mother was busy cooking in the kitchen. The rhythmic patter of raindrops against the windows filled the air when suddenly, the door opened. You looked up and saw your older brother Jay entering with another guy you didn't recognize. They both stepped inside, shaking off the rain and carefully removing their shoes before proceeding further into the house.

"Mom, I'm home!" your brother shouted as he sat on the sofa with his friend. Your mother came into the living room and said, "Oh, you're home! And who's this?" She smiled at the guy. The guy stood up and bowed. "Hello, Mrs. Park. I'm Lee Heeseung, Jay's classmate," he said with a warm smile. "What a polite kid. You should be like that too, Jay," she joked.

"Okay, I'll go back to cooking. Make Heeseung feel at home, okay?" she said, walking back to the kitchen. You nodded and turned back to the living room. Your brother called out to you, "Hey, loser," and you looked up at him. He was smiling and holding out a cup of milk tea. "I got you boba," he said, his smile widening.

You couldn't help but smile back. You stood up from the couch and walked over to Jay, who handed you the milk tea. As you took it, you glanced over at Heeseung and your eyes met. Heeseung gave you a warm smile, and you felt your cheeks red.

Years have passed, and Heeseung has started coming to your house more often. Whenever you two make eye contact, your face turns as red as a tomato. One day, as you are lost in thought, staring at Heeseung for what feels like an eternity, your brother notices and teases you, "You okay, loser? You've been staring at Heeseung for a minute now." His eyes remain focused on the game as his fingers deftly manipulate the controller. Startled by the sudden realization, you stammer, "Uh, yeah, I am. Sorry." Feeling embarrassed, you awkwardly walk away and head to the kitchen to compose yourself.

*Slams locker* "My God, Y/N, you've been drooling over Heeseung for years now, but you won't admit it," your friend says with a smirk, leaning against the row of lockers. You sigh, feeling a mix of frustration and embarrassment. "I know, but he's my brother's best friend. He probably sees me as a little sister," you reply, your voice tinged with resignation as you continue walking through the crowded school hallway.

Your friend shakes their head, clearly not convinced. "Still, you never know unless you try. Maybe he sees you differently now."

Just as you're about to respond, you hear a familiar voice call out, "Hey, Y/N!" You stop in your tracks and turn around, your heart skipping a beat. There, walking towards you with his hands casually tucked into his pockets, is Heeseung. He has that easy smile on his face that always makes your stomach having a war inside.

Your friend nudges you with a knowing grin. "Speak of the devil. Go talk to him. I'll catch up with you later." She gave you a little shove in Heeseung's direction before disappearing into the sea of students.

Trying to steady your nerves, you plaster on a smile and wait for Heeseung to reach you. "Oh hey" you say, hoping your voice doesn’t betray how flustered you feel.

"Hey, Y/N," he says, stopping in front of you. "Your brother will be late today, and he asked me to drive you home after school since I'll be at your house anyway, waiting for him."

"Okay! I'll see you at the school garden after class," you say, holding back your smile.

"Sounds great, see ya," he replies before walking away.

"God, there's a whole zoo in my stomach right now," you tell yourself.

You and your friends were walking out of the campus when one of them said, "Oh hey y/n, are you coming with us?" Another chimed in, "Yeah y/n? There's a new tteokbokki shop open down the street!" Before you could respond, a voice interrupted, "Hey y/n, ready to go?" You all turned to see Heeseung walking towards you with his hands in his pockets.

"God y/n! You didn't tell us you have a handsome boyfriend," Sunoo exclaimed, his jaw dropping to the floor. You didn't reply, captivated by Heeseung's beauty. As Heeseung reached you, he looked at your friends and said, "Hey, you guys must be y/n's friends, right?" He smiled as he took your backpack off your shoulder.

You snapped out of your reverie, shaking your head slightly. "Stop assuming and no, he's not my boyfriend, And yes, these are my friends, Sunoo, Jungwon, and Shin," you said, introducing them to Heeseung who smiled warmly at each of them. "So you're single?" Sunoo teased, nudging you playfully. You shot him a look and lightly hit his shoulder, silently telling him to stop. Heeseung chuckled at the playful banter. "Yeah, I am," Heeseung replied, his smile widening as he glanced back at you.

"We're about to go eat, you wanna come with us?" Jungwon asked, heeseung smiled "sure" he replied.

As you all walked, your friends were chatting animatedly ahead of you, leaving you and Heeseung to walk together side by side. Heeseung glanced over at you, breaking the silence. "So your friends thought I was your boyfriend?" he teased, a smirk playing on his lips. "Shut up," you replied with a playful punch to his chest, both of you chuckling softly. "Where did Jay go though?" you asked, curiosity evident on your face. "Hmm, secret~" Heeseung teased back, a mischievous glint in his eyes. You rolled your eyes but couldn't help but smile at his playful demeanor.

As you entered the tteokbokki shop, your friends quickly found a table. Shin grabbed a menu and started browsing. "So, what will you guys want?" she asked, flagging down a passing waiter. "I'll have two orders of tteokbokki, chicken wings, and a beer," you said decisively, scanning the menu with a grin. Heeseung looked at you with a raised eyebrow. "Why are you drinking beer?" he asked. "I'm not a minor anymore, you know," you retorted, meeting his gaze confidently.

"Cancel the beer," he said firmly, catching the waiter's attention. As the waiter adjusted the order, you glared at Heeseung. "Hey, why did you do that?" you protested, lightly hitting his shoulder. "I'll get killed by your brother if I let you drink," he explained, crossing his arms. "He won't know if you won't tell him!" You roll your eyes.

While eating, you noticed Heeseung was solely focused on the tteokbokki and hadn't tried any of the other dishes on the table. Curious, you picked up a piece of chicken and held it out to him. "Try this," you urged, waiting for him to take a bite. "Do I really have to?" he teased, looking at you with a playful glint in his eyes. "Just do it," you replied, playfully impatient. Heeseung finally relented and took a bite of the chicken. His expression softened into a smile. "Tastes good," he admitted, surprising you by grabbing your hand to take another bite of the chicken.

As you all walked out of the shop, your friends thanked Heeseung for treating them to the meal. "We should get going, it's kinda late" Sunoo suggested, breaking the moment. "Good luck to both of you, then, I mean stay safe" Shin teased with a mischievous grin.

"Oh, shut up," you replied with an eye roll, playfully nudging Shin. Despite the teasing, you couldn't hide the slight blush on your cheeks from the meaningful glance exchanged between you and Heeseung.

While walking with him, you saw a claw machine. You ran toward it and inserted a coin as Heeseung followed you. "Like plushies, hm?" he asked, crossing his arms beside you. You mumbled in response, too focused on getting the plushie from the claw machine.

"OH, FUCK THIS CLAW MACHINE!" you yelled, kicking it in frustration.

"Yoyo, chill. I'll get it for you," he said, moving closer. As he took your hand and you both controlled the joystick together, your heart started beating faster. It felt like your world was about to explode.

While he was focused on the claw machine, you decided to look at his face. "He's so handsome," you whispered to yourself. You didn't realize that he had already won a prize; you were too distracted by his beauty. He looked at you, and for a moment, you both just stared at each other.

The eye contact broke when Heeseung's phone started ringing. He took it out of his pocket and turned around to answer the call. You crouched down, retrieved the plushie from the claw machine, and smiled. It was a hamster plushie, and you thought to yourself how much it resembled Heeseung.

After Heeseung finished the call, he returned to you and looked at the plushie you were holding. "Happy now?" he asked, smiling.

"Mhm, yes, thank you!" you replied, smiling back at him before looking at the plushie again.

"By the way, your brother will be staying for an extra two days because his girlfriend wants to spend some time with him for... some stuff. I don't really know the details," he said.

"Oh okay. Uhhh... Heeseung, can I take a picture of you with the plushie? You kinda look like it!" you said, readying your camera.

"Sure, why not?" he laughed.

You tried to reach Heeseung's cheeks to put the plushie beside his face, but he was a bit taller than you. "Uh, mind bending down? I'm literally 5'6 here!" you said, glaring at him.

He chuckled and bent down so you could place the plushie beside his face. 'Click.' "Cute!" you said, looking at the photo and smiling.

You and Heeseung went inside your house, glad to be out of the rain. Since your parents were away for a month for work, the house was empty, and you had it all to yourselves.

"I'll get going already," Heeseung replied softly.

"But the rain is pouring really hard outside. Are you sure you want to leave?" you asked, concern evident in your voice. "It's late and really unsafe out there. You could stay in Jay's room."

You smiled reassuringly at him, and he returned the smile. "Alright, fine, I'll stay," he agreed, slipping off his shoes.

"I'll go take a quick hot shower," you said, and Heeseung nodded, settling onto the couch and switching on the TV to play games.

After taking a nice hot shower, you stepped out and went to the living room to call Heeseung. "Hey, Heeseung, it's your turn to take a bath," you told him as he put down the controller and looked at you for a moment. Heeseung's jaw almost dropped as he saw you with your wet hair, a fitted crop top (which you often wore at home), and short shorts. He stared at you momentarily when you called his name.

"You okay, Hee?" you asked as water dripped from your hair. He finally snapped out of his daze when he heard you calling. "Uh, yes. Can you lend me some towels?" he asked, standing up.

"Sure, wait," you replied, heading upstairs to grab some towels and a pair of comfortable clothes for Heeseung. While he took a bath, you were in the kitchen, eating bread and milk, scrolling through Instagram.

After Heeseung finished his bath, you both retired to separate rooms for the night. However, you couldn't sleep due to fear of the thunder outside, causing you to shake under your blanket. Normally, you would seek comfort by sleeping with your mom, but your parents weren't home, leaving you unable to sleep. Finding yourself in front of Jay's room, you knocked softly. Heeseung opened the door with sleepy eyes, seeing you holding your pillow.

"I can't sleep, I'm scared of the thunder," you said fearfully, pouting slightly.

"Oh, come sleep with me then," Heeseung replied, opening the door wider so you could enter. As you stepped inside, you immediately lay down on the bed, hugging your pillow. Heeseung chuckled softly, finding you cute as he lay down beside you. Despite his presence, you were still shaking in fear from the loud thunder outside.

Heeseung opened his arms invitingly. "You know I don't mind comforting you?"

"Are you sure?" you asked with a shaky voice.

"Mhm, yes, come on now," he reassured you. You wrapped your arms around his back as you rested your head on his chest. Gradually, you started to feel more comfortable as he began rubbing your back soothingly, helping to calm your nerves.

In the morning, you woke up with Heeseung's arm wrapped around your waist. He felt warm and cuddly, just as you had felt last night. As you pushed yourself back to get a bit more comfortable, he wrapped one leg around yours. However, as you adjusted yourself a bit, you suddenly felt that Heeseung was hard.

Heeseung woke up feeling his boxers were sticky, and he realized he was hugging you. "Omg, I'm sorry, Yn!" He stood up and bowed. "Do you want me to help you?" You asked him innocently. Heeseung already knows what you meant. "Uhm, what are you talking about?" he asked nervously. "I mean, s-sure if you don't mind," he said as he lay down. You carefully removed his pants and looked at him, eyeing him that your gonna take of his boxers. As you remove his boxers you saw his dick was hard, those veins popping out, precum in his slit, his pinkish mushroom tip, you dreamed about this already.

You start pumping up and down making heeseung moaning your name, you start to rub your thumb over his slit making him grab the bed sheets.You opened your mouth and licked his tip.

"Ahh Yn faster please" he begs, you know he was close already. You start to pump faster while sucking his balls, after a second he cummed in your hand and face, making him moan loud.

He realized he had made a mess and got up, visibly embarrassed. "I'm sorry, y/n, I didn't mean to" he apologized sheepishly. As you licked the remnants of the mess from your hand "yum" you look at him.

[mysafehaneul]

Severalty

CHAPTER 11

CHAPTER 1 -----PREVIOUSLY

A/N: Nobody participated in the prayer circle. 

You never realised how much time had passed since you'd met up with Lucy. Maybe that’s what happens when you sit down with an old friend��the world outside just fades. The two of you were seated in a cosy corner of the café, laughter spilling from the table between sips of tea and shared bites of dessert, reminiscing about med school days, about the all-nighters, the cadaver room, and that one professor who always smelt of cinnamon.

“So,” Lucy asked as she stirred her second cup of tea, “how’s life treating you? It still feels surreal that you actually were the first one to reach out for a chat, the great cardiologist Dr. Y/N. You know you were always Roger’s favourite intern.”

You let out a small laugh. “Rubbish, more bitter than amused. “It’s... complicated. But that's not why I wanted to see you.”

She arched an eyebrow but waited, knowing you too well to push.

You hesitated before speaking, fingers brushing the rim of your cup. “You see, an old friend of mine is in dire need of a child and I offered him my egg and womb.” God, I truly hope he never finds out!  “Why is he gay? But that doesn’t matter; he can come to me directly and we can arrange some options for adoption for him or some other surrogate.”

“No, no,” you spoke up a little too loudly that people turned to look at your face; leaning closer to the table, you lowered your voice.   “No, outsiders; you see, they are a quiet, well-connected, and known family, and it would not look good for them. They are kind of traditional,” you tried to reason, using your please-understand-the-subtext, “and the guy has a male problem.” I am so dead, you thought to yourself, but what if it’s true? You tried to reason. Then you recalled the time when he walked out of the shower in nothing but a towel. Shaking those thoughts out of your head, you continued.  “Sex is difficult for him. But the family—his father—needs an heir. They’re desperate for continuity.”

Lucy’s expression softened. “Tch. Poor thing…”

“We were childhood friends,” you said slowly, “and I want to help. I don’t know if I’m cut out for motherhood, Lucy. I don’t even know if I’d be in the child’s life. But I want to know what it feels like. To carry a child. To have that moment, even if I’m not there every step of the way.” You paused, eyes flickering down to your lap. “It’s selfish. Diabolical, even. But I don’t know if anyone else would understand—except you. And given the family’s reputation, I’d really appreciate your confidentiality.”

Lucy didn’t hesitate. She placed her hand over yours and gave it a firm, reassuring squeeze. “I understand. How could you even for a second think I wouldn’t? You’re one of my oldest friends. And you’re not selfish. You're trying to make sense of a very impossible situation.”

You smiled, but your chest felt tight. “Thank you.”

“But tell me,” she added, her voice a little lower now, “what about Jeonghan? Or Cordon? Did you talk to either of them about this?”

You shook your head. “No. And you can’t tell them either. If you happen to cross paths, please pretend you know nothing. The fewer people know, the better.”

Lucy tilted her head slightly, her eyes searching yours. “Still... Jeonghan. He’s one of your closest friends. Don’t you think he deserves to know?”

“I’ll tell him,” you said quietly. “When the time is right.”

“I hope so,” she murmured. “You’re not alone in this, Y/n.”

You reached out and pulled her into a tight hug, the kind that made you want to cry for no reason. “Thank you, Lu. For everything.”

She squeezed back. “Always.”

“God, I’m hungry,” you muttered as you pulled away, trying to shake off the heaviness.

“Well, lucky for you, there’s a place just one block away. Great food, and they have beef sandwiches.”

Your face lit up. “Perfect. I need food before I overthink this entire situation.”

Lucy laughed as you both stood and grabbed your coats. “Can’t wait to tell you what Mei Mei’s been up to.”

“Oh no. New mischief?”

“You wouldn’t believe it if I told you. That girl is Jun’s clone. She’s picking up all his ridiculous habits—and stunts. He’s actually thinking about putting her in a martial arts class.”

Your eyes widened. “She’s five!”

“Exactly,” Lucy grinned. “She wanted nunchucks for her birthday.”

“Sounds like Jun,” you laughed, linking your arm with hers as you stepped into the early evening breeze. “Bet she’s already broken three vases.”

“Four,” Lucy sighed dramatically. “And the TV.”

Dinner went by in a blink. Comfort food, stories, and a few more laughs. Time felt slower and warmer when Lucy was around.

Eventually, you flagged down a cab and waved her goodbye, promising to meet again for the appointment. You climbed into the backseat and sank into the leather.

As the city lights slid by the window, your thoughts drifted. You remembered how Lucy mentioned she'd run into Jeonghan a few days ago. Said he looked... sad. Distant.

Well, of course he did. You’d been avoiding him for weeks.

A month, to be exact.

Your heart ached quietly in your chest. Maybe it was time. Maybe Jeonghan needed to know the truth—about everything.

You looked out the window again, at the tall buildings, then the trees, and later the looming silhouette of the Choi estate in the distance.

The sky above it was a dull charcoal grey, the moonlight barely breaking through. You paid the driver, murmured a quiet thank-you, and stepped out of the cab.

Your heels clicked once against the pavement.

Then—

A black car tore out of the mansion gates, screeching to a sudden halt right in front of you. The tires hissed. The passenger door flung open, and Chan burst out, breathless.

“Doctor, where were you?!” He shouted, not even trying to hide his panic. “Boss is losing it. He’s going to kill Andrew because he thought you ran away or were kidnapped.”

Your breath caught in your throat. “What?”

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The look of horror was plastered on every face. No one dared breathe. The thought hung heavy and unanimous—it could’ve been any of us next.

It was no secret that Choi Seungcheol had a temper that could dry oceans and still burn. And it wouldn’t extinguish until he got what he wanted.

All he could think about was how careless he had been. How he should have been more vigilant. You were under his protection—and the only person allowed to make you miserable was him. He gave no one—no one—the right to drag their vendettas to your feet.

He was already striding toward the gates where Andrew stood, flanked by four guards who had just returned from your apartment and the city dispatch. The tension in the air was thick, every man waiting for orders, punishment, or worse.

That’s when he heard one of them mutter.

“I still can’t believe he’s making us do all this for Jaein’s whore of a daughter. I don’t know what Big Boss was thinking bringing her here. Apple doesn’t fall far from the tre—”

The sentence never finished.

Seungcheol’s hand was at the man’s collar in a blink. A sharp pull. A crack of bone and breath as the man’s body hit the ground with a dull, stunned thud.

No one moved.

The guard gasped, struggling. “S-sir—I didn’t mean—”

The first punch silenced him. The second sent him crashing to the ground.

Seungcheol was no longer shouting. He didn’t need to. His fists did all the talking.

Again. And again. Blood smeared across his knuckles as he drove the heel of his shoe into the man’s ribs.

The house shook with the sound of violence.

Maids rushed out of their quarters, gasping. The head housekeeper appeared in the hall, flanked by staff, her eyes wide.

They watched as Seungcheol kicked the man again—hard and deliberate. His breathing was ragged now, shoulders rising and falling with fury.

But his eyes, his eyes didn’t look down.

They were locked on the housekeeper.

The housekeeper’s expression tightened, and she bowed her head.

Above the group of staff, Seungcheol’s father stood at the mansion’s veranda, silent. Watching.

He leaned slightly on his cane, his face unreadable, but his eyes fixed on his son.

Seungcheol crouched beside the guard, gripping his bloodied collar and yanking him close until their faces were inches apart. The man flinched, nose broken, lips split—but Seungcheol’s expression was calm. Controlled.

“I let you speak. That was my mistake,” he whispered, voice like smoke curling around fire.

He noticed the air shift before he saw you—like the gravity had changed.

A flicker of movement in his peripheral vision, soft footsteps too hesitant to belong to a guard. He turned his head just slightly.

You stood frozen at the edge of the courtyard, eyes wide, lips parted in shock.

Andrew lay bleeding near your feet.

And in the middle of it all, Seungcheol stood tall—blood on his shoes, rage still radiating off his skin like a second heat.

His eyes met yours.

And without a flicker of hesitation, he crushed the guard’s already broken face beneath his boot.

cold and composed, and said—voice low and lethal— “I hope you remember this lesson on how to treat my wife in the future.”

The man groaned, barely conscious, before Seungcheol slammed his head once more against the ground.

You gasped.

He heard it.

You took a step back, heart thudding so violently it felt like your ribs might crack.

And that was when he turned.

Strode across the courtyard with long, determined steps.

Before you could speak—before you could decide whether to run or reason—his hand wrapped around your wrist, firm but not painful.

“Inside,” he growled under his breath.

He didn’t let go as he dragged you through the mansion’s grand halls. Servants scattered at the sound of his boots. No one dared make eye contact. His fury hadn’t burned out—it had just changed targets.

When you reached your wing, he slammed the door shut behind you.

Just the two of you. His eyes pinned to yours. A storm behind them.“Where have you been?”

“Work.”

“You weren’t at work.”

“I was.”

“Don’t lie to me, wife.” His voice was low, taut with restrained fury.

“I’m not lying to you, Seungcheol.”

The sound of his name from your lips sent a chill down his spine. It was the way you said it—sharp, cold, foreign. The way your lips curled

“On my way to the hospital, I told Andrew that I want to go and visit my doctor, but he told me it’s against the orders, and besides, I am not answerable to you. 

“Oh, but you are,” he said, taking a step closer, his shadow falling over you like a storm. “You’re answerable to me for as long as you reside in my territory, wear my ring, share my name—” his voice dipped as he caged you between him and the wall, “—and soon, carry my child.”

“Not for long,” you said defiantly, eyes locked with his, chin raised. 

Raising your hand to his eye level to show your empty left hand, “And what ring? I think you’re forgetting, Director Choi, that we’re only married on paper. I don’t see you as my husband, and it's quite unsettling when you go on in your amusement and call me your wife. Husbands don’t let their mothers stab their wives, nor do they let their servants treat them like scum. I hold no expectations from you; best you do the same from me. If you do, your daddy will be truly disappointed.”

He could feel it—the fire, the challenge, the unmistakable intimidation that radiated off of you. It didn’t scare him. It thrilled him.

He bent down slowly, his face near yours, and you instinctively turned your head away. “You can’t touch me.”

“I’m not touching you,” he murmured, his breath ghosting against your skin. His nose traced the slope of your neck subtly, and then he inhaled.

“You’ve been drinking.”

You didn’t respond.

“Back off, Director Choi.”

His mouth twitched at the sound of the title.

“Hmmm. Who were you with— that little doctor, what’s his name?”

“Jeonghan,” you supplied, without missing a beat.

His eyes flickered, the name slicing into him with the sting of familiarity.

“Such… familiarity,” he muttered, leaning in even closer.

“Is none of your business,” you cut him off.

“I was with my doctor,” you added coolly. “Who we will see tomorrow. And besides if I recall correctly then I did tell you about it, that we have to meet my doctor who has agreed to do the procedure.”

He straightened, suspicious. “And why the hell would I do that?”

“Fine,” you said with a shrug, “then I’ll just tell your father you refused to cooperate.”

Something in your voice—casual, taunting—shook something loose in his mind. And then he heard it. That long-forgotten voice from another time, high-pitched, unafraid, and annoyingly bold:

“Then I’ll tell Uncle Siwon!”

He froze.

You watched him, brows furrowed.

Then, slowly, his posture relaxed. He rose to his full height, staring down at you—and laughed.

The sound was sudden, amused, and entirely out of place in the tension-filled room.

“You haven’t changed one bit,” he said, shaking his head. “Still a little tattletale, aren’t you?”

You blinked in confusion as he turned and backed away, still chuckling to himself.

“It’s late,” he said over his shoulder. “See you tomorrow.”

He took one step past the threshold—then stopped.

Slowly, he turned, gaze hooded with something far more dangerous than jealousy.

“And next time…” His voice was soft, almost too soft. “Don’t make a move uninformed.”

You didn’t say anything, but your body tensed.

“Because before I get to you,” he continued, tilting his head, “I’ll go through everyone you hold dear. One by one.”

Your breath hitched.

He smiled, but it was devoid of warmth—calculated, cold, surgical. “And the first one will be your little Jeonghan. I mean—” he shrugged lightly, “that was the deal, wasn’t it, sweetheart?”

And just like that, the door shut behind him.

You stood frozen, arms crossed tight against your chest, trying to process what had just happened.

Glaring at the door like you could set it ablaze.

“...The fuck is his problem?” you muttered, jaw clenching, the confusion now tangled with something darker—fear.

Seungcheol stepped into the hallway, the smile still tugging at his lips like a satisfied predator. The heavy door clicked shut behind him, muffling whatever fury or confusion still brewed on the other side.

He rolled his shoulders once, breathing out like he’d just completed a performance.

Down the grand staircase, a tall man stood waiting—impeccably dressed in grey, posture straight, expression unreadable.

Mr. Hwang.

"You're late," the older man said, not looking up at first.

"I was handling a personal matter," Seungcheol replied, descending the stairs without hurry. "It’s been resolved."

Mr. Hwang’s gaze flicked up to meet his, scanning his expression like he always did—measuring if Seungcheol was losing control or ascending into something more dangerous.

Apparently satisfied, he gave a curt nod and turned on his heel. "Your father wishes to see you. Come to the office."

Seungcheol followed him down the corridor, past portraits and relics of the old guard, toward a room built to resemble power—polished mahogany walls, a glass decanter bar untouched but present, and maps and monitors lit in soft blues on one side.

The door shut behind them with a heavy thud.

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Dim lights humming low, velvet furnishings absorbing whispers, and the clink of glasses softened by jazz spilling from hidden speakers.

Monica stood at the edge of the second-floor balcony, the city lights behind her like a crown. She didn’t blend in—she commanded. Draped in a crimson silk gown that flirted with every step, her back bare, slit high, and neckline low—she looked like temptation had chosen a human form and walked in with purpose.

She watched.

Below, across the polished floor and candlelit tables, sat Rhys's secretary, Leo Park. Monica smirked, then descended the spiral staircase, her heels clicking softly like a countdown. Every man in the room stole a glance. Leo didn’t notice her until she was close enough for her perfume to brush his senses—bergamot, smoke, and something dangerous.

“Mr. Park,” she greeted, her voice lilting like a practiced melody. “Mind if I join you?”

Leo’s eyes brightened instantly, his hand sweeping toward the empty seat beside him. “Of course. Please. Though I should warn you—I’m told I’m terrible company for beautiful women. Too much talk about politics.”

“Oh no,” she said sweetly, sliding into the booth. “I love men who talk like they’re the ones pulling the strings.”

Leo chuckled, clearly pleased. “Well, let’s just say the vice president doesn’t move without a word from me.”

“Must be exhausting,” she said, swirling the drink the server placed before her. “Carrying that kind of power.”

He grinned like a teenager, adjusting his tie. “It’s a lot of responsibility, yes. But someone has to make the hard calls.”

Monica leaned in, her perfume wrapping around him like a trap. “Then I’m lucky to be sitting with the man behind the curtain.” and a subtle hand on his knees, and he wouldn’t even realise that he has been drawn. 

End of Chapter 11 

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Covering the Classics Part 12 | Bob Floyd x OC

Summary: When Anna noticed that a new poem by her favorite, amateur writer had been posted, she was afraid to read the finality in his tone. But Bob always managed to surprise her. And maybe she could find a way to surprise Kevin, too.

Warnings: Angst, Kevin is a dick, adult language, 18+

Length: 3600 words

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x Female OC (this story is part of the Beer Boy/Sugar and Jake/Jessica universe)

Covering the Classics masterlist. Check my masterlist for more!

After that, it was radio silence. Anna didn't reach out to Bob, and he didn't try to either. He went to the Hard Deck on Friday night and lasted about an hour before excusing himself. Nobody asked him why he was bailing after one ginger ale and a single cup of peanuts, and that was enough to tell him that everyone knew. Everyone knew he slept with Anna. Everyone knew she was married. Everyone knew that they shouldn't talk about it in front of him for fear that the ladies would snap their necks. Even Nat was being very kind and considerate which wasn't really like her at all. 

When Bob was halfway to the door, he felt a small hand curl around the back of his bicep. "I'll see you tomorrow night for D&D?"

He nodded down at Jessica's hopeful face. "Yeah. I can pick you up if you want."

Her face brightened a little bit. "I'll text you in the morning." He turned to walk out, and her hand slid down his arm. "Hey, Bob? Don't give up hope on her, okay?"

He didn't know how to respond, so he just kept walking. He had no idea what to say or what to think. It wasn't like he could stop loving someone overnight. He didn't really want to either. Anna's life was quite frankly messier than he had ever expected. She did a pretty good job of hiding it from everyone, and it seemed like she would have continued down that path if they didn't have sex. And that was the other issue; it wasn't just sex to Bob. Anna knew about the things he tried to hide himself, and she seemed to want him in that moment anyway. 

Her words from the previous night made him ache. 

'You're perfect. You're Sky Writing. You're the handsome man from the bookstore who smells like tea and soap. You're Bob, the guy my friends knew I would fall in love with as soon as I met them.'

If that meant she was in love with him or that she thought she could be someday, then he was afraid to walk away from her. But now he was terrified of getting hurt or somehow hurting Anna like Kevin had. Part of him believed if he could just see Anna's husband with his own eyes, confirm that he was exactly the way she described him, then he might be able accept that she just needed time to settle her divorce and to heal. If that was the case, he wanted to make it work. 

In the meantime, when he got home, he ended up standing in his living room, staring at his bookshelf before going upstairs and staring at his bed. He could still picture her red hair all spread out for him. He could still feel it between his fingers as the silky strands slid along his palm. He could taste her on his tongue. He could hear her telling him what she wanted.

Bob picked up his computer and slipped under the covers, knowing he wasn't going to be able to sleep right now.

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It had been there since early Saturday morning. A new one. Anna desperately wanted to read it and memorize it like she had the others, but she was afraid to face the finality. Her email alert mocked her every time she looked at it.

Sky Writing has posted a new, original work! Click the link below to check out the subscriber that you follow!

Bob wrote a new poem, and she didn't think she could handle reading exactly how he viewed her now. He'd never be like Kevin, openly belittling her or putting her down, but she knew the shiny packaging had been removed now, and he saw what was really inside. Just a mess of a human. She put off reading it and put off reading it, but when she was sitting at her desk at work on Monday, she made herself decide between reading the new poem or calling Kevin. After a fairly short debate, she decided to read the poem. It was probably so bad, calling Kevin later wouldn't even feel painful in comparison. 

She tapped on the link in her email and was taken to something so unexpected, she gasped as she read it.

There is empty space on my bookshelf,

The one I bought with you in mind.

I didn't know it was for you at the time,

But one night made it obvious,

Before an instance took it.

Reality surpassed intention today.

Your worn favorites and mine pristine,

Should mingle and mix,

Genre forgotten.

Dog eared pages became so endearing.

But I'll never see them on my shelf,

Unless you come back and stay this time.

The format was different from what he usually wrote, but it was so obviously Sky Writing. So obviously Bob. So obviously about her. And he didn't sound angry. Could he possibly miss her after everything she did and said?

She jumped when her phone vibrated on her desk, and for a split second, she believed it could be Bob. Her heart beat faster with anticipation, but it was from somebody else.

Jessica Reed: If you don't come down to this weird tree right now, we're going to come up and get you.

Anna had lost track of time. It was after noon now. She knew that her friends were trying to make sure she was holding herself together after she refused to go to the Hard Deck over the weekend. How could she continue to go somewhere that Bob had the rights to first? It wasn't until she read his Sky Writing poem that she thought perhaps there was a chance he might not only be okay with her presence but perhaps even miss her like she missed him.

With her sad little lunch in hand, she dragged herself down to the quad, trying to decide when was the best time to call Kevin. She was tired of going through lawyers who couldn't seem to get him to budge, and each ninety day window just ate away at more of her soul. She should have been so much more careful with her writing when she had the opportunity, and now he'd completely locked her out of being able to access it. 

No, she was going to have to beg him, plead with him, anything it took to get what she wanted without giving away where she'd moved. Maybe if he agreed to let her have her manuscript, one of her friends would let her borrow money for a flight back to New Jersey to retrieve it. She was getting ahead of herself, but she couldn't help it. She needed to at least get this one thing.

"There she is!"

Anna looked up to see her friends directly in front of her on the bench by the tree, and the fact that they both looked happy to see her made her heart ache. "Hi," she said softly as she sat down between them when they both scooted over.

"Hummus?" her friend asked, passing along a container while she bit into her perfect looking chicken salad sandwich on artisan bread. Anna accepted a few bites of Bradley's gourmet snack, because she was absolutely starving today.

"Thanks," she murmured, and she let herself sink into the background a little bit as the two other women continued the conversation they'd been having. Now that she was down here with his friends, she couldn't stop thinking about Bob again. His soft hair and his kind eyes. The way he always paid attention to her when she was talking. How good he made her feel.

She listened to her friends argue about alumni weekend for a few minutes before she finally cut them off to ask, "Has Bob said anything about me?" Both of them looked at her, and she quickly added, "I can't stop thinking about him."

Jessica smiled softly and said, "Not a word, but I've never seen him look so sad. And I mean that in a good way, because although I know he's confused and hurt, I'm pretty sure he just misses you."

"But," the other woman quickly cut in, "the most important thing right now is making sure you take care of yourself. Even if you are in love with Bob."

"Oh!" Jessica exclaimed. "I have an idea! We could just kill Kevin!"

Anna snorted in spite of herself. "That would actually solve a lot of my problems. Maybe even all of them."

"Only one problem with that," Advanced Calculus said blandly. "You're not a killer, Jessica."

"I could kill someone," Jessica muttered under her breath, and truly Anna almost laughed, because Jessica Reed was one of the gentlest people she'd ever met. The most violent thing about her was her Dungeons & Dragons character. "I could at least probably slap him."

"He wouldn't know what hit him," Anna said, and all three women erupted into laughter. And it felt so strange to feel genuine happiness, even if it only lasted for a few seconds, that Anna almost started crying. As their amusement died down, she asked her friends, "Do you think.... Bob would respond if I texted him?"

Jessica squeaked, and then both women said, "Yes."

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Bob was back to square one. Back at the bookstore. He was fifteen minutes early. He was already looking through the Classics. He was about to meet up with Anna. He was nervous.

Nat scoffed when he told her where he was going, and he truly did appreciate that his friend wanted him to proceed with caution, but she just didn't understand how Anna made him feel. Being friends with her after sleeping together a total of one time might kill him, but he knew that was probably all he could have now.

It was almost like he could sense that she was there. He looked up from the Shakespeare volume in his hand, and he saw her walk in the door. As he got closer to the loft railing, he saw her glance up and meet his eyes like it was some depraved version of Romeo and Juliet. She mouthed the word Hi before she headed for the stairs, and in less than a minute, she was standing right in front of him. 

Anna looked nervous, but everything else was just the same. Those perfect freckles decorated her face. Her brown eyes were bright. Her pretty hair was in a messy braid. He saw her burgundy nail polish as she fidgeted with her denim jacket. He wanted to know if she still thought he was the kind of person she could love. He wanted to ask her if her husband was any closer to signing papers. Instead he said, "I was surprised when you texted me."

Her eyes went wide, and he wished he could shove his foot in his mouth as she started looking around anywhere but at his face. "I need some books for my feminist literature course, and I just thought maybe you'd like more books for your bookshelf."

Had she read his newest poem? It was a sloppy one that he wrote late on Friday night and posted on a whim. She could have deleted her account by now or vowed never to read anything else by Sky Writing. But that didn't stop the poem from being about her.

"I do need some more books for my shelves," he replied, and her eyes finally settled on his again. "And you don't have to be nervous around me. I know you're dealing with a lot, and I promise I won't touch you or anything."

Now she just looked sad and distraught, but she nodded and turned down the very aisle where they first met. Bob had to fight to keep a few feet of space between them as she said, "I'm looking for Mary Wollstonecraft, Charlotte Perkins Gilman, and Elizabeth Cady Stanton."

They worked their way slowly up and back down each aisle, falling into a natural conversation in spite of the awkwardness between them. In spite of the way Bob couldn't keep himself from looking at her as she ran her fingers along the spines. When she wanted something that was on a top shelf, he reached it down for her. When her hands got full, he offered his up for her use. And to his delight and also sadness, she kept recommending books for him along the way. That's how he ended up with Miss Pettigrew Lives For a Day as well as The Importance of Being Earnest in his hand when she led the way downstairs to pay.

Bob cleared his throat as Anna reached into her pocket for some cash. "I can get them."

Her brown eyes snapped up to meet his, and her cheeks turned pink. He already knew what Kevin did, and while he didn't think there was any harm in saying it, he could tell that she at least had her pride intact. "The college is going to reimburse me," she said firmly before handing forty dollars across the counter.

"Right," Bob said before paying for his own books. When they walked out into the fading sunlight, he looked down into her pretty face. "Will you let me drive you home? Not because I think I need to, but because I want to?"

She seemed at war with herself as she looked across the street and pressed her lips together. But her eyes fluttered closed and she said, "I would really appreciate that."

The interior of his truck was quiet the whole way as their books sat on the seat between them. Only the soft hum of the radio helped Bob hold his thoughts at bay. The ride wasn't too long, and when they were most of the way there, Anna finally spoke. 

"I'm going to deal with my shit. I promise."

Unsure exactly how he should respond, Bob simply said, "Okay."

When he pulled up in front of her building, he turned toward her, intending to ask if she wanted him to walk her up, but she was gathering her books together as she said, "I don't know how you feel about me now. I don't know if you could want me again. But I am going to deal with Kevin. I am going to fix my life. Because I want to move on. I need to." When he was so flustered that he didn't immediately respond, Anna said, "You know where to find me. Thanks for the ride."

He watched her run up the sidewalk before struggling to open the door with her arms full, and then she ducked inside when he finally figured out what he wanted to say. "I'll find you."

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If Anna even had a hope or a prayer at a chance with Bob ever again, she needed to work up the nerve. A real chance with him now that he knew all about her disastrous marriage was what she wanted, but she needed to sort Kevin out first. 

As far as she could tell, everything came down to two options: keep her freedom by giving Kevin ownership of her manuscript, or keep her self worth by fighting until she didn't have anything left to give up. And both of them sounded terrifying. The whole weekend passed where she tried so many times to call him. She took her phone out again and again, let her thumb hover over her husband's phone number, and then chickened out. His voice was like a distant memory, and she didn't want to bring it back to the forefront of her mind. He hadn't reached out one time since she up and left without telling him where she was going, and she was afraid to let him know where she was now.

The worst part was, he would know immediately why she was calling. He knew that he had the one thing she wanted. He cut off her access to the cloud files where she should have been able to piece her writing back together. It would have been time consuming, but she would have been all too happy to do it. She should have known better than to let him have so much of her life and so many of her resources in only his name, but there was a time when she trusted him. That was the part that made her so sick. She had trusted her husband, and now look where it got her.

A shiver went through her body as she woke up for work too early on Monday morning. She wanted Kevin's computer where everything was saved. She wanted access to the cloud. She didn't want a damn penny from him otherwise. She was aggressively brushing her teeth, wishing she had more to eat than a granola bar when she spit out her toothpaste and rinsed her mouth.

She hated him. She hated him so much, she was going to call him right now. Without a backward glance, she marched over to where her phone was charging and pulled the cable out. Before she could even think about exactly what she was going to say, she tapped on his stupid name.

Anna was breathing fast and deep, her heart pounding in her ears when she heard his voice for the first time in so many months.

"Anna?" he asked, her whole body cringing after just one word. His voice was scratchy as if she had woken him up, but it was 9:16 in New Jersey. He should be on his way to work if not there already.

"Kevin," she snapped, gripping her phone tighter. She was getting angrier by the second as she listened to him yawn while she looked around her tiny apartment.

His tone was condescending as he said, "Of course you'd call me at six in the fucking morning after I haven't hear a word from you except through a lawyer since July. What the hell do you want?"

She couldn't do this. She couldn't talk to him. While she felt strong a few minutes ago, her resolve was already crumbling. She wanted to tell him that he knew damn well what she wanted, but then she zeroed in on what he said. "What do you mean it's six in the morning? It's after nine."

His voice was suddenly loud and harsh. "I meant exactly what I said. I'm in California for a medical convention. Now get to the point of your call."

Her mouth felt like sandpaper as she carefully put her phone on speaker. She started searching for Neurological conventions in California while she told him, "I just want my manuscript. Please, Kevin. That's all I want, and then you can be rid of me."

The bite was gone from his voice, replaced by a lazy tone, and he spoke to her as if she were a very simple child. "It's not going to happen, Anna. I didn't cut off access to it for no reason. It's worth money. You can pay me for it, or you can kiss it goodbye. I might even publish it myself."

She was gasping for air as she scrolled through her search results, coming up with a conference in Carlsbad that was starting today. As the page loaded, she swallowed and told him, "I'll sue you if you do." But even she knew she was full of shit.

"What what money, Anna? I'm surprised you can still afford your lawyers. I don't even want to know what you're doing to make ends meet right now."

Then she saw it. She saw his name. He was a keynote speaker at the National Neurological Physicians Association conference. He was less than an hour away. She sank down to her knees in surprise and fear. Her mind was swirling with information and ideas, and she couldn't even comprehend what Kevin was saying now.

"What?" she gasped.

"I said come up with some money for me, or I'm not signing shit." Then he ended the call as her hands started shaking. She dropped her phone onto her bed. He was in Carlsbad. Maybe she could surprise him. Maybe she could talk him into it easier in person.

Anna had to run to the bathroom to be sick, but her mind was made up. Once she cleaned herself up again, she tearfully made the decision to cancel her morning classes via email, and then she started grabbing her purse and her essentials. She folded up the newest copy of the divorce paperwork her lawyer had emailed to her and tucked it away. Then she ran for the bus stop, nearly tripping several times as she read through the schedule of speakers who were at the conference this week on her phone. If she caught a bus within the next fifteen minutes, she might make it in time to see Kevin right before he gave his welcome speech.

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We will meet Kevin in the next chapter. Now is an acceptable time to start sharpening your knives. Bob, please don't give up on Anna. Thanks @beyondthesefourwalls

PART 13

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[rezwrites]

Could you do a breeding fic? Maybe Agatha is looking to impregnate you with her magic even if you have talked about it and you have emphasized that you aren’t ready

Btw I just adore your Agatha fics 💖

thank you sm!

Warnings:+18MDNI, noncon/dubcon, mind control/manipulation, forced breeding/pregnancy, somnophilia, enchanted strap

a/n: if you are uncomfortable with this, then do not read it.

Agatha pressed herself against your back, her warm embrace relaxing you. Trailing soft pecks down the back of your neck, her hands fell to your stomach rubbing circles. “Baby.” her tone almost begging.

“Agatha.” You warned, jaw tensing, “Don't start.”

She scoffed pulling away, “We’re centuries old. I don’t understand how you can still not be ready?”

The dishes in the sink clattered as you dropped them, gripping the edge of the sink taking a breath. You’re so tired of having this same argument over and over. Exhausted of having a perfectly good night with your wife ruined by this disagreement, resulting with you sleeping on the sofa.

“Because it’s a huge responsibility, and I’m not ready yet!” Spinning on your heel, you casted a stern glare at her, “I’m tired of having this argument, Agatha!”

Agatha opened to counter argue but you put your hand up to stop her. “Despite the fact that we wield immense powers in our hands it doesn’t erase the fact that a child is emotionally, physically, and financially taxing. You’re not even listening to what I’m trying to say!” you huffed, stomping past her. Booming steps echoed throughout the house as you made your way upstairs.

Agatha sees the vision, every night she dreams of it. A picture-perfect domestic scene with you, your child in your arms, both of you in her protective embrace. Agatha yearned deeply for that reality, heavily frustrated when she’s met with a wall from you. She just needs you to see the vision, too.

“I’m sorry, honey.” She looked like a kicked puppy when you saw her walk into the bedroom holding a cup of tea.

“If you’re just apologizing for the sake of it, I don’t want to hear it.” you crossed your arms turning away from her. You continue pack your things to move to the guest room downstairs. Agatha stepped into your space, holding out the cup. You sighed turning back to her, tears already welling up in her eyes, “ I am sorry. I hate fighting as much you do, and yes I haven’t been taking how you feel into consideration. I will do better.”

Eyeing her you took the tea from her, drinking a few sips to calm down. She seemed sincere, trying her hardest not to cry, “That’s all I wanted. I promise the moment I’m ready you will be the first to know.”

Mindful of the tea Agatha hugged you tightly peppering kisses anywhere she could reach. After helping you place your clothes back in the drawers Agatha pulled you into bed tucking you close to her. Truly you hoped Agatha will keep her word this time.

Fast asleep in her arms Agatha somberly played with the ring on your finger. She doesn’t like that it had come to this but she needs you to see her dream; she will make you see it.

Whispering incantations that lulled you into a deeper, heavier sleep she peeled your clothes off, shedding hers as well. Pulling you closer, her hands roamed your body, groping every inch of you. Agatha lied you down spreading your legs, placing them around her hips.

Grabbing the lube from the nightstand drawer she spread some on your exposed core, slowly working you open for her. Conjuring her strap out of thin air she coated her shaft with the extra lubricant on her hand.

She held your hips burying herself to the hilt inside you. Moaning as he watched your face scrunch up subconsciously, satisfied that even in your deep state you can still feel her. Pulling one of your legs over her shoulder she pressed a small peck to your knee, before thrusting sharply into you. Agatha grunted out, “Gonna make you a mother.”

“These tits huge with sweet milk,” Reaching up Agatha thumbed at both your nipples, feeling them harden. She took long, deep strokes, grinning each time her strap bulges up in your lower stomach. She slowed her thrusts to gently caress your stomach, “Make you round with my child.”

Her own arousal growing at the knowledge she’s so close to her dream. Agatha’s pupils blew with desire seeing your juices coat her strap, “It’s an exciting thought isn’t it, love?”

Nearing her own end Agatha sped up, holding your hips still as she pounded into you. Whispering another incantation she stilled deep inside you, not letting a drop of her hot cum escape. “Good,” Agatha breathed out, “Take it baby.”

Agatha cuddled up to you again, leaving her cock inside you. She brushed her lips against your temple, hand circling your belly, “You’ll see, baby. This is going to be good for us.”

[hyperobsessedd]

Joost Klein x Reader hcs

Joost x gn!reader

Summary: just a lot of very fluffy and general hcs about dating joost

This is my first real post on the account so I’m lowkey scared but here we go

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You and joost first met at a coffee shop

It was late at night when he walked in, you were alone working on something and he had came to edit a music video

You were in a cozy little corner that had a couple pillows and he sat next to you and started talking to you

You guys talked for hours before realizing that it was ten minutes before closing

He offered to walk you home and continued to chat with you

Before getting to your building you gave him your name and number

It’s been about 9 months since then and he asked you out on month 3

Even though you two have conflicting schedules he always try’s to make time for you

He’s very loving but sometimes that can turn to clingines

He loves to cuddle and just like to touch/be around you

It’s always a struggle trying to get out of bed in the morning because no matter the weather that man will always be hugging you in his sleep

Sometimes in the middle of the night he’ll turn around and bring you with him

Both of you love listening to music even if the genres each of you like are very different

If you guys have time before bed you’ll show each other different songs and artists each of you like

Even if it isn’t your cup of tea you’ll always try to listen and try to find things you like about the song

He isn’t the best cook but he trys

A couple of weeks ago he tried to be romantic and have a date night

He attempted (keyword attemped) to make your favourite pasta but the noodles ended up overdone, the sauce was starting to separate, and the side salad he made had way too much dressing

You got home to the sight of him sweating, covered in sauce, and his glasses halfway down his nose

You tried to be supportive by trying the pasta by itself and the salad (the pasta tasted burnt and wet at the same time and the salad wreaked of Italian dressing)

It’s safe to say he hasn’t even gone near the stove since the incident, instead he eats microwave meals and uses the air fryer if he feeling fancy

He still loves doing things for you whether that be reaching for a plate on the top shelf or buying you everything you touch and glance at

His tall stature comes at both an advantage and a disadvantage

Whenever he wants your attention he’ll take whatever you're doing and either hide with it or raise it above your head until you start paying attention

But if he has to use your car or something adjusting the seat will take forever and be very uncomfortable

One of his favorite activities is bothering you in many ways like poking at you, asking you dumb questions, repeating your name multiple times and saying never mind when you answer him, the list goes on

The only way to get him to stop is just ignoring him, it may take long but the outcome is so worth

“Honey, sweetie, pretty, baby, hello can you hear me?” “Why are you ignoring me? You’re so mean” he says with the cutest pout on his face

He looks at you like a kicked puppy when you start to laugh at his reaction

“This isn’t funny I don’t why you’re laughing”

You shake your head and continue to work

His fashion sense is amazing tbh

Sometimes each of you will dress each other for different events or even just pick random outfits when y’all are bored

Having little fashion shows is always very fun because he’ll do his best strut and model face

Having him walk in some heels you found at a random thrift store I’d always super funny

He tries to do his normal confident walk but the heels make him look like he’s about to break his ankles

Self care nights/day are a normal part of your routine that he occasionally like to join in on

Using sheet masks, lip masks, eye masks, and clay masks and Joost is always very funny

“What are you doing and why does it feel so cold?”

“It’s just a sheet mask don’t worry” you smooth out the little dents in the mask before opening a lip mask, putting it on his pink lips

“Now what’s that” he mumbles

“It’s a lip mask now shut up and let me take care of you”

He also loves taking showers with you

Not even in a sexual manner, just being next to you under the warm water is super comforting

He loves scrubbing your back with whatever your favorite body wash is and vice versa

If you like to bake he will always gobble up whatever you make

If you have a signature dessert trust he will be asking you to make it every so often, especially after he finishes a tour

Same thing goes for cooking but making food for him is much more dangerous

He will eat whatever you put in front of him immediately and gladly ask for seconds

He absolutely loves everything you make and he isn’t picky about anything when it comes to you

After eating he’ll help you with cleaning and drying the dishes

After everything around the house is done you get to bed and joost immediately stops whatever he’s doing

You start to worry about whatever he’s thinking “what, do I have something on my face?”

“No, you just look beautiful is all” he looks at you in awe

Before you pass out he whispers his “I love you”s before continuing to caress the top of your head and your stomach

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Hope you liked it! I’m always open to feedback and suggestions

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[mapsthewanderer]

Caffeine, chemistry and Caleb IX

Synopsis: The café was supposed to be just another coffee shop. For a law student who enjoys her morning coffee and a shy newbie still learning the ropes, it should have been nothing more than part of the daily routine… But then there’s Caleb.

Details: 3200 words of barista Caleb, coming in hot. Non MC!reader as the law student. Expect: premium flirting, a generous pour of banter, and a whole lot of feelings. Harv shows up. The newbie continues to be an absolute legend. And—no spoilers—but let’s just say this story isn’t closing its tab anytime soon heeeh

Parts: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 10, part 11, part 12

Tags: @gavin3469 @unstablemiss @i-messed-up-big-time @mipov101 @zukini-01 @ariakamil @zaynessdarling @gojosballsack69

Terms Pending | pt. 9

You were only planning on tea.

Nothing dramatic. Nothing reckless. Just a cup of something warm, maybe a quiet moment in your usual spot, and—if he was there—a little light flirtation.

And still—your brain, traitor that it is—flickers back. To Caleb. A few days ago. Saying he liked being around you. That it reminded him of someone he used to be, before everything got so heavy.

The last couple of times you’d been there, it had been… fine.

Nice, even. The drinks were still excellent. The lighting still soft. The newbie still mouthing silent commentary behind the espresso machine. But under the banter and half-smiles, something in the air felt tight. Like Caleb was trying to rewind.

Back to the beginning.

Back to when you were just another tired student with a caffeine addiction and a sharp tongue. When he was just a barista showing the newbie how to work the steam wand. Before the farmers market. Before her.

Before everything became something.

But maybe you’re just… the seasonal special.

Because you played along. Smiled. Sipped the drink he slid your way—a double macchiato with cinnamon, honey, and a dusting of powdered ginger that somehow tasted like winter break and bad ideas.

Perfect. Annoyingly so.

You caught his eye over the rim of the cup.

And for a second, you could almost believe he regretted it. Not kissing you. Not letting things shift when they wanted to.

Or maybe that’s just what you wanted to believe.

And maybe that’s why you never told the newbie what happened when he walked you back to campus that evening—because, painfully, at least to you, it felt like Caleb had been trying to rewind. To undo something you weren’t sure was even real yet.

But who knows anymore.

And just as you’re packing up in the library, sliding your laptop into your tote, you hear your name.

“Hey,” a voice says—low, confident, and not the one your brain’s been primed to react to.

You glance up.

Harv. Hair slicked back like he’s auditioning for a 1940s courtroom drama, green eyes sharp and easy.

“Heading out?” he asks, slinging his bag over one shoulder.

You nod. “Yeah. Just grabbing something hot before I crash.”

Without waiting for an answer, he falls into step beside you—like it’s already been decided. “Mind if I join? Thought maybe we could… consolidate cases.” He grins. “Two tired law students. One caffeine run. Efficient.”

You hesitate. Just for a second.

But Harv is… nice. And competent. And handsome in that effortless, second-glance-in-the-hallway kind of way. And bringing Harv along wouldn’t exactly hurt at this point.

Maybe it would help.

Redirect Caleb’s attention to a new target for his barista smugness. Let you drink your damn latte, get your shit together, focus on school.

And still—maybe—catch a glimpse of him.

Just enough to remind yourself that he was never yours to begin with.

And that he never will be.

So you nod. “Sure. Why not.”

The two of you head out into the cool evening. Your steps sync without effort, conversation light, easy. You talk finals. Professors. Nothing important. Nothing messy.

It’s only when you reach the café— lights glowing through the windows, familiar and golden—that you remember what you were actually coming here for.

You open the door.

The bell chimes as you enter, and Caleb looks up.

Standing behind the counter, he’s in a button-down today. Sleeves rolled to the elbows—his most lethal weapon, deployed with casual precision. The apron is perfectly tied and cinched at the waist, like always. His hair’s a little messier than usual.

And of course—the stupid apple charm is still there, catching the light like it knows you’re trying very hard not to think about it today.

For a second, his eyes warm—lit with that slow, beautiful smile.

Until they slide to your left.

To Harv.

And his smile doesn’t exactly vanish, but it shifts. Tightens.

“Golden Girl,” he says, hands already moving. “Figured you might show.”

You step up to the counter. “What gave me away?”

“Could be the look of superiority,” he says, popping open a box of tea like he’s testing the waters. He lifts it to his nose, inhales thoughtfully, then shoots you a smirk. “Or maybe it’s the way your hair’s practically glowing today. What are we feeling—spicy? floral?”

You blink. “Glowing?”

Caleb nods, grinning. “Yeah. Very golden. Very radiant. Not reflecting anything going on inside your brain, obviously, but still impressive.”

You snort. “Charming.”

The tea box tilts in your direction, Caleb raising one brow. “But you’re here late. So… tea?”

You lean in slightly, catching the warm, spiced scent, and raise an eyebrow while pretending not to be impressed.

“Chai latte,” he decides before you can even answer. “We got in a new spice blend. It’s borderline criminal, you’ll love it.”

Just as Harv starts to lean in beside you, curious—

Caleb calmly closes the box and slides it out of reach. Then turns to put it away—no rush, no acknowledgment. He doesn’t even glance up.

Over his shoulder, casual as anything:

“You look like a cortado guy. Double shot, splash of organic milk—something rare, expensive, and just pretentious enough to impress someone who doesn’t know better.”

He still doesn’t look back. Just reaches for the portafilter like he already knew.

You blink.

Harv tilts his head, caught off guard. “How would you know?”

Caleb finally turns then—only halfway—and his eyes find yours instead of Harv’s.

“I’ve got a sixth sense for predictable orders,” he says, slow grin forming. “Present company excluded, of course.”

His gaze lingers on you, warm and fond.

“Some people keep me guessing.”

Your stomach flips. You’re not even holding your cup yet and you feel caffeinated.

He turns back to the counter, reaching for a cup. The chai is poured smoothly, the milk frothed with an ease that almost feels personal. He sprinkles something light across the foam—cinnamon, maybe nutmeg—and sets the finished drink down gently like it’s a peace offering in ceramic.

Then, like it’s nothing, he adds, “Although you do always order for here.”

A beat. A tiny curve to his mouth.

“…Not that I mind.”

Harv clears his throat. “Uhhh… A cortado, yeah.”

Caleb nods once, already turning away—like the order just confirmed what he already knew.

Then he glances back at you, tone warm, familiar.

“How was your day?”

You open your mouth to answer, but—

“We had class together earlier,” Harv offers, lightly. “Contract law.”

Caleb doesn’t even blink in his direction. Instead: “What classes did you have?” he asks you, voice still soft. Still just for you.

You glance at Harv, then back at Caleb. “Uh… Just contracts. A lot of… brain drain.”

A smile tugs at the corner of Caleb’s mouth, like your answer landed exactly where he wanted it to.

Harv leans in slightly, muttering under his breath, just loud enough for you to hear:

“What’d I do to piss him off this time?”

You shake your head, honest and bewildered. “No idea.”

And you don’t. Because Caleb’s still talking—

“Remember Gideon?” he says, grabbing a filter, voice sliding right back into your orbit. “The guy I told you about?”

And just like that, Harv’s cut from the frame. Again.

But you don’t miss a beat. “Obviously. I don’t forget key witnesses.”

He grins, satisfied. “Last flight lesson? Almost threw up after push-ups. I’ve never seen a man flop that hard.”

You blink. “Why was he doing push-ups in a flight lesson?”

“Punishment,” Caleb says, voice light, eyes still on the milk he’s steaming. “Forgot his checklist. Again. He knows what he did.”

You laugh—too loud—and Caleb’s grin widens. Like you’re the only one here.

He froths the milk like it’s background noise, still looking at you. Still talking to you.

Still acting like Harv doesn’t exist.

And then, without a single beat skipped, he reaches for a to-go cup.

Pours the cortado.

Lids it.

Sets it gently on the counter like it’s nothing more than what it is.

“Cortado,” he says, without looking at Harv. “Enjoy.”

Harv follows you to your usual table like this is a normal study date, sipping from his very to-go cortado like it’s not an insult. He pulls out his laptop with a little too much confidence.

“So,” he says, settling in. “You wanna do a Cicero quiz or something? That history thesis isn’t gonna write itself.”

You nod, half-distracted, pretending to pull up your notes while mentally replaying every smug flick of Caleb’s hand. Your chai latte is still warm in its cup—because of course it is.

The bell over the door chimes, and the newbie walks in. Two earbuds in, a hoodie with something unhinged in pastel script across the front. They spot you instantly, eyes landing on Harv.

Then:

A look.

One that says who the hell is this?

You shrug, subtle. Text under the table.

You: he’s just a guy from class don’t judge me. He followed me and i need a distraction

You see them snort silently before heading behind the counter.

And then—

“Cicero, huh?”

Caleb.

Off-duty now, apron gone, shirt still unfair, jacket on, hair even messier. He walks away from the counter where the newbie’s halfway clocked in and ruffles their hair like this is just part of the routine. The newbie glares but doesn’t flinch.

Then Caleb looks over at you.

And without missing a beat, recites: “Law isn’t just statutes and rules—it lives in us. Part of the human spirit. The human experience.”

You stare at him.

Harv blinks.

The newbie ducks behind the espresso machine to not laugh out loud.

Caleb raises a brow. “What? It’s Cicero.”

Then, like this is completely normal, he pulls out a chair. “Mind if I join your study session? I’m off now.”

There’s a long pause.

You blink at him, then tilt your head.

“Right. Because aviation school isn’t difficult enough—you had to casually minor in legal theory too?”

Caleb grins, completely unfazed. “What can I say? I like a challenge.”

You mutter, “Apparently.”

He hears you. Of course he does. And Caleb looks entirely too pleased about it.

Harv clears his throat. “Uh. I should probably head out, actually. Got another group waiting on me.”

You barely glance up. “Sure.”

Caleb is still seated. Calm. Like he was invited.

You sip your chai, watching him over the rim. “So Cicero, huh?” you say, voice light.

He smirks. “What, you didn’t think I was paying attention?”

“To my law history thesis?”

He shrugs, unbothered. “Heard you and the newbie talking about it. Thought I’d help out.”

You raise a brow. “Help, or show off?”

“Both,” he says. “Obviously.”

And just like that—he’s in. Sitting across from you. Grinning like he hasn’t just wrecked you and your very-much-doomed attempt at a study date.

You narrow your eyes at him over your laptop.

“Okay, philosopher-barista. Since you’re so fluent in Cicero…”

He leans in slightly, interested. “Go on, Golden Girl.”

Blinking once, done hesitating, you say, “Then what does Cicero have to say about someone who clearly has a person—someone carved into their story, part of their human experience or whatever—yet still shows up to ruin a study date in public?”

The grin flickers. Just for a second.

Then he recovers. Shrugs. Smirks.

“Probably that the soul’s complicated. And occasionally reckless.”

You sip your drink, not breaking eye contact. “And loud,” you add. “Let’s not forget loud.”

Caleb tips his head, eyes dancing. “So you’re saying you heard mine coming?”

You snort. “More like felt the turbulence.”

His smile deepens. “Then buckle up, Golden Girl,” he says. “We’re just getting into crosswinds.”

There’s a sharp hiss from the espresso machine behind the bar—too sharp to be accidental.

You glance over.

The newbie is standing perfectly still, one hand paused mid-wipe on a countertop that’s already clean. Their eyes lock with yours like they’re trying to send an emergency transmission using only their soul.

Your phone buzzes under the table.

newbie: you’re INSANE. are you flirting or litigating because either way i’m sweating

Another buzz:

newbie: also. is this what straight people call “study sessions”??

You press your lips together, fighting back a laugh.

Beneath the table, your fingers fly across the screen.

you: his necklace is still on. we’ve lost. let’s just close the case and move on. i don’t have anything left to lose anyway.

newbie: i hate this plotline. but also i’m obsessed.

Caleb glances at your phone, then back at you with a brow raised. “Is that my fan club checking in?”

You raise your cup, deadpan. “Control tower, actually.”

A quiet laugh escapes him—soft and surprised—and it lands somewhere dangerous in your chest. Then he leans in a little—close enough that you feel the warmth roll off him like steam from your chai.

“I just don’t get it,” he says, voice low. “Why you’d want to flirt with someone else.”

A pause.

Then: “Especially not here. In my café.”

Your brows lift, a smile flickering despite yourself.

“Relax,” you murmur. “I never sullied this sacred flirting arena.”

He doesn’t smile back. Not fully. “So you’re saying you and Harv didn’t flirt here?” he asks, tilting his head. His tone isn’t angry. Just sharp.

You set your cup down. “Correct. No flirting happened in the café.”

His eyes narrow—mock offense softening the edge.

“Oh,” he says. “So only at school?”

You blink. “Caleb.”

“Just clarifying,” he says, hands lifted like he’s so innocent.

“I need you to settle,” you say flatly, staring him down. “There’s no logical resolution to this.”

His gaze doesn’t waver. And then—softly, deliberately—his thumb slides over his lower lip, ring finger trailing after it, slow and calculated.

“Is that suggestion still on the table?” he asks, voice dipped in something you’re not ready for. A pause. Then, quieter—rougher: “Or has Harv claimed it now?”

Your brain shorts out for a second.

You stare. Then—deadpan: “Are you actually jealous right now?”

Caleb’s smile is slow. Crooked. A little dangerous.

He doesn’t answer.

Just holds your gaze.

Then—quietly—he mouths:

Yes.

Before you can recover, Caleb reaches out and tugs the end of your braid, like it’s his version of a period at the end of a derailing sentence.

Then he stands.

And walks off.

Frozen in place, the warmth of his touch still clings to your hair—like it might whisper something if you listen closely enough.

A moment later, the newbie appears, slipping into the chair Caleb left behind. They don’t say anything at first. Just hand you a fresh napkin and a stare that says talk.

You press your lips together. Exhale.

“I wasn’t totally honest with you,” you murmur, fingers knotting the napkin. “About… him.”

Their eyebrows lift, but they wait.

“There was a moment,” you say. “Well, a lot of moments. And then this almost-kiss. And he said he liked being around me, and I said he could kiss me goodnight, kind of as a joke, and then he said we’d fail the test because he wouldn’t want to stop—”

They blink, slow.

“Okay, wow.”

You laugh, hollow. “Yeah.”

A beat.

“So,” you say, glancing at them. “If it were you. What would you do?”

They bite at their tongue piercing, thoughtful. Then shrug.

“I mean… I’m shy,” they say. “But even I’d kiss him.”

Your mouth opens, then closes.

“Because it’s basically there,” they add, eyes locked on yours. “Right? The tension? The orbit? You’re just circling.”

And maybe it hits harder because just five minutes ago, you texted them: his necklace is still on. we’ve lost. let’s just close the case and move on. i don’t have anything left to lose anyway.

Apparently, you do.

And it’s walking away from the café—still managing to rearrange your gravity as it goes.

You stare at your chai latte, heart still skipping like it’s on trial.

Yeah.

That’s the last straw.

You’re up before your brain catches up—grabbing your coat, nearly tripping over a chair, the newbie calling after you with a startled, “Wait, are you actually—”

But you’re already out the door.

The cold air hits you like a closing argument. You scan the street—there. Caleb’s halfway down the block, hands in his pockets, the wind tugging at his jacket.

You run.

Call his name. Once. Twice.

He turns just as you reach him, breathless and probably flushed to hell.

Fingers hook into his sleeve, tugging him toward you with zero ceremony. You meet his eyes and look him dead in the eyes.

“Okay,” you say, barely thinking. “Listen. We’re exclusive.”

His brows lift. “What?”

“Flirting partners in crime,” you clarify, breath still catching. “You and me. That’s it. Forever. No substitutions. No refunds.”

There’s a beat.

Then he laughs—low and stunned and real—and shakes his head.

“You’re trouble.”

Your smile curls. “So are you.”

And somehow, that feels like the most honest thing you’ve said all day.

“You’re ridiculous.”

You nod, eyes still on his. “And you like it.”

He doesn’t answer.

Not right away.

Because your eyes have dropped—to his neck.

The necklace is gone.

The chain, the charm—not there.

Your gaze flicks lower.

He’s holding it in one hand. Loosely. Like it’s no longer tethered to him. Like it’s just a thing now, not a weight.

“Noticed,” he says quietly.

You nod once. Breath caught. “I’m a law student. I notice everything.”

He steps closer.

His hands come up cupping your face like he’s memorizing it. The chain is still looped around one of his fingers, the charm cold against your cheek—something old brushing against something new.

And he’s looking at you like this—you—might just be the thing worth choosing after all.

“Do we seal the deal, then?” he murmurs, voice low and reckless and completely unfair. “… Legally speaking.”

You open your mouth. No words arrive.

He exhales, thumb brushing your cheekbone. “I should’ve kissed you that night.”

The words fall somewhere between confession and apology.

“I regret a lot of things,” he adds softly. “But not this.”

And then he leans in, gaze flicking from your eyes to your lips.

The moment you’ve both been circling for weeks.

And finally—he kisses you.

Like he means it.

Like he’s sure.

Like he’s sealing it in writing.

Your fingers curl into his jacket before you even realize they’ve moved. His hand’s at your waist, the necklace clinking faintly between you.

Just like that.

The chain slips from his fingers—not to the ground, but into yours.

He lifts it gently, his eyes never leaving your face, and with a quiet sort of reverence… fastens it around your neck.

A silent exchange.

No trial. No verdict. Just a temporary recess. Terms to be negotiated later.

“I should really be more careful around lucky girls,” he murmurs, eyes locked on yours.

You shake your head, smile flickering. “No. You should be careful around me.”

His breath catches—just slightly.

Then he nods once, like he already knows.

And leans in.

Breath against your cheek.

Mouth brushing yours.

And then he kisses you again—deeper this time, like he’s sealing something in place. Your fingers find his, resting at your collarbone now—right over the charm.

Whatever this is, it’s real.

Real enough for a date.

Real enough for a another chapter.

He pulls back, just enough to meet your eyes again. “This doesn’t fix everything,” he murmurs. “But maybe it’s a start.”

You nod. And try to breathe.

His past.

Your present.

Not forever. Not yet. But something real enough to hold onto—at least until the next latte.

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Chapter 10

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Writer’s note: Sooo… What was meant to be the end is starting to look a lot like a beginning. Because love stories don’t end with a kiss. Not when there are study halls, texted legal hot takes, suspicious baked goods, and way too many feelings left on the counter. So yes—we’re keeping the café open. We’re not done yet. Not even close. See you in Chapter 10. I might need a lil extra time to make the outline of where I want the story to go next hehe. Okey then, thank you for reading 🫶🏻

[cottonlemonade]

hiii i’d like a medium fruit punch lemonade with pomegranate seeds for osamu <3

Mystery Flavor

word count: 779 | avg. reading time: 3 mins.

pairing: post-time skip!Osamu x chubby!Reader

genre: fluff with a bit of spice

warnings: mdni

request: fluffy-spicy, midnight hang out with pining friend Osamu

“Haaaa, this is just what I needed.“, you sighed and stretched. Your shoes made a faint splat sound on the still wet asphalt as you and Osamu headed down the street.

The red and green stripes of the convenience store shone friendly up ahead in the night.

“So what did you do that didn’t work?” As much as Osamu hated you dating other men, the growing number of failed first dates did help him learn what you were looking for in a relationship.

“Oh who knows.”, you breathed out, “Maybe it was because he was glued to his phone the whole time or that he didn’t seem interested in any kind of conversation topic I came up with.”

“In his defense, ya do talk about pretty weird stuff sometimes.”, he said, doing a little jump over a shallow puddle - you wanted to copy him, but didn’t quite stick the landing as elegantly and he had to catch you. Osamu met your eyes and was about to say something when you continued walking with the implicitness of a girl entirely oblivious to her best friend's true feelings.

“Thanks. Where was I?”

“Yer lacking conversational skills.”

“Hey now!”, you protested and playfully poked his shoulder, “You loooove my hypotheticals.”

“Yeah yeah…”, he muttered. His hand was still tingly from touching the free skin between your washed out crop top and sweatshorts. He felt like a creep for wishing he could have squeezed your pillowy waist.

“Anyways, he was also just kind of rude and… looked like he’d rather be anywhere else.”

“Remind me to never introduce ya to Suna.”, Osamu chuckled.

“Is he the hot guy on your old school team?”

“No, that was me.” He was kind of offended at how hard you laughed about that.

When the doors of the convenience store opened with a soft whirring noise he swerved to the chip aisle with you right behind him. Once two bags were chucked into the little basket in his hands, you went on to the ramen section and much to Osamu’s dismay you were still talking about Suna.

“I bet, at the very least, he would’ve kissed me goodnight.”

“So even if the date is a bust ya would wanna make out with the guy?”, he asked, turning up the judging tone of disgust in his voice that for some reason went completely unnoticed by you as you continued.

“Well, no. But I want him to want to, you know?”

Osamu raised his brow, then walked over to the drink section and looked through the display for your favorite.

“Oh hey, this looks fun. Wanna give it a try?”, you asked next to him and pointed at a wall of identical to-go cups in a fridge. A promotion of the store offered a mystery flavored iced tea for a lot less money than your usual and you were nothing if not a sucker for a good bargain.

Grabbing your favorite drink anyway, Osamu joined you and chose a cup near the top, while you opted for one near the bottom.

After paying you came to a halt in front of the shop, too impatient to see what kind of flavor you got. You both pushed the straws into your cups, toasted and took the first sip.

“Peach and lemongrass.”, Osamu said almost immediately, “Yers?”

“Hm… not sure.”, you said, taking another thoughtful sip, “Maybe passionfruit? Or… hm… mango? And something else. I’m not sure. You wanna try?”

Osamu considered the straw you offered to him for a moment. Without thinking he reached past the cup. Closing the gap between you, he gently held your chin with thumb and index and leaned down to brush his lips against yours. You gasped in surprise and after a first experimental push, he got bolder and swiped his tongue into your mouth. The flavor of the ice tea was refreshing and exotic, mixing with his own. His head began to spin and he wrapped his arm around you to stay grounded as he continued to kiss you. Your soft tummy pressed against him. He was about to lose his mind, heat rose in his cheeks and stomach. You tugged at his hair and his thoughts turned off like a power cut on a TV that was previously just static. You sighed into the kiss and leaned forward for more when he broke from you. Guiltily, you bit your plumped lips, your hand resting on his chest, panting slightly.

“Guava and mint.”, he determined and let you go. He walked a few steps homewards and when he didn’t hear you following, turned around. You were still standing there, frozen.

“Ya comin’ or what?”

a/n: thank you so much for the request! I love cozy late night scenarios - I hope you enjoyed! 🌟

[sexilene]

can i please request reader going off to collage and not wanting to go and leave rafe, and then he convinces her that its okay not to go and stay with him? if it's a little confusion im sorry!

ive got ya!! xoxo!!! (sorry about any spelling mistakes, im like so beyond sleepy rn idk whyyy!!!!)

"hey baby? where are the suitcases, packed already?” your boyfriend shouts from the hall, wondering where all your stuff that was once out ready to get packed, is gone from where he last saw it.

“uh- almost,” you call back, watching him walk into your room carefully trying not to spill your sleepy time tea in his hand, staring down at the cup until he places it on your nightstand. "did you put em away?-" he begins, before you cut him off,

“ray?”

“yeah?”

“i need to talk to you about something…it’s nothing bad i promise…” your eyes wide and full of an emotion he can't quite place. he stares down at you sitting on the bed, crossing his arms waiting to hear what you've got to say. “okay, what’s up?”

“weeeell, i'm really proud of myself about getting in but i’m still a little nervous about going away…leaving you…” you ramble, avoiding eye contact with rafe. “got separation anxiety?” he laughs, bending down to be at eye level with you.

“don’t joke right now rafe, m’serious!” you whine, going to hide your face in your hands when rafe grabs your wrists ever so gently to direct your attention back on him. “sorry, sorry baby…continue." your boyfriend whispers, softly rubbing the skin on your wrist back and forth with his thumb.

you take a deep breath to keep the tears at bay “i’ve just been thinking about it a lot and i don’t wanna be half away across the country! and of course i know how important college is-”

rafe interrupts you by shrugging and muttering out an “eh,” as if to dismiss the importance of college,

“but…”

“but what, baby?” his eyes innocently looking up at you,

“what if i didn’t go? like i want to, but i don’t and it's all so stressful and i feel like i’m gonna disappoint everyone if i don’t go…” a tear then streaming down your face faster than you can wipe it away to keep him from seeing you cry over this.

your sweet boyfriend's heart twists with every tear that follows, he lets go of your wrists to hold your hands in his much bigger, warmer ones and shushes your fears, “hey- hey okay…just relax a minute kid, if you don’t want to you don’t have to. i say it all the time, can’t fucking wait to put a big ass diamond on this finger. and you won’t gotta worry about anything, cause i promise i’ll take care of you.” he tells you, a smirk on his face, trying his best to reassure you.

“i know but i don’t want to look stupid by being the girl who got into an amazing school but then chose to marry her first boyfriend and stay here!” you realize it's not the nicest thing to say out loud but it is- or would be the truth.

“what’s stupid bout being my little housewife?” rafe furrows his eyebrows, bringing his lips down to kiss every single one of your fingers. “aight listen, i’m so proud of you for getting in and doing the preparation for it but if you feel like your mind has changed that's not a bad thing. im fuckin’ relieved you wanna stay, and if you wanna still go to school there’s always UNC… you’d be closer.” your boyfriend was always very good at reasoning, especially with you. he could calm you in any situation with a couple of wise words and kisses.

“yeah…” you sigh, and wipe your nose with the back of your hand, letting go of his. and sure it's relieving to know that you could always choose to make that decision later, yet the thought in the back of your mind still present, telling you not to end up as another figure eight stepford wife.

and as quickly as the thought crept back into your mind, rafe was able to make it disappear “look, i love you babydoll and im gonna support you as you support me yeah? whatever you want, i'll get it for you you know that... you belong here, with me.” he stands back up again, hands reaching down to wipe the remaining tear droplets on your cheeks gently, to show you he cares ever so much about you and how much he wants to be soft with you- as if you could break like a china doll. “kay, so no tears. did your makeup so pretty today baby...”

your wet lashes sticking together, doe eyes staring up at him with love and admiration. “you’re my best friend ray. i love you, so much my heart hurts.”

“and you're mine, and i love you more than anything ever- and you can sleep on it you know? don't have to make up your mind right here." he whispers, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

ᥫ᭡.

[laaffogato]

Secrets Doppelganger Francis Mosses X Wife Reader

-> [ TW ]: Slight Angst

-> [ Video Game ]: That's Not My Neighbor

-> [ Pairings ]: Doppelganger Francis Mosses X Wife Reader

-> [ W.c ]: 962

-> [ A/n ]: This fanfiction has been replaying in my head for a week now so I finally decided to write it down in a fanfiction. Between me and y'all the milkman isn't really my cup of sweet tea but I still like him because of his design anyways let's get on with it! 😜 P.S. this isn't proofread so there might be some misspelling I will fix it later though!!!

You stare at the black screen of the TV as the sound of ticking from the clock on the wall and dishes behind you clink as they touch each other.

You pick at your hands nervously still staring at the blank TV, your breath picking up as you hear the humming of your “Husband” behind you pouring the tea into the porcelain cups you two shopped for together on your 2nd anniversary.

The humming continues as the sound of the plates underneath the cups being picked up and the footsteps walk towards you on the couch.

You hold your breath, closing your eyes as your “husband” places one cup in front of you and holds the other while sitting down.

You quickly grab the teacup and grasp it tightly.

You close your eyes as you feel the heat between your hand and your heart rate picking up. Your “Husband” starts to take sips from his cup taking small breaks in between.

You glance at him from the side of your eye to see the side of his face. You move your eyes downward and see he still has the clean white shirt of his milkman uniform on with the small black bow tie undone and still hanging under his collar and his usual milkman hat resting in between you two.

“You are not my husband…are you?” You question in a low voice, your heart rate picks up even more as the sound of sipping besides you stops abruptly.

Then the sound of the teacup being placed on the coffee table before you is heard.

“Mmm… What makes you think that beloved?” It asks you as you feel his… no, it's stare piercing the side of your head as if you have laid your head on two needles.

“You're not my husband…” you repeat, you can feel yourself gulping unconsciously as you breathe out through your nose.

“I ask again sweetheart what makes you think that?” It asks again as it reaches for your clenched hand in your lap.

It grabs your hand and holds it tight, it almost feels like how Francis would grab your hand when you're nervous but it also feels different…cold, unfeeling, fake, velvety.

“My love, why won't you look at me?” It asks as it tries to put its face in your line of sight.

You quickly turn your head the opposite way.

“How long? How long have you been pretending to be my husband” you question it again.

You hear a hand moving across the couch and a quiet thump on the ground as the milkman hat falls on the ground.

You can feel it scoot closer to you on the couch almost as if it's trying to get under your skin.

It wraps its arm around your shoulder and pulls you closer. You feel colder as you can feel its breath on your ear.

“What are you talking about my dear wife? This has always been me.” It whispers in your ear.

“LIES!!” you shout as you push it back standing up and turning around to face it.

You turn and finally look at its face.

Its eyes black holes with a white dots staring back at you, its skin pale almost as pale as the milk Francis sells, its mouth a wide gape almost as if it's trying to smile. You hear a faint “Hoon…” coming from it as it just sits there staring, observing.

It tilts its head as it moves to sit on the edge of its seat on the couch. Its white dots for eyes drift towards your mouth as it's open in shock and back towards your eyes.

You hug yourself as you back up tears dripping down your face.

“What have you done to him?” You say as you back up towards your bedroom.

It stands up slowly, too slowly for a human to manage; it turns its whole body to you.

“Nothing at all, I am him.” It says but it mouth, it doesn't move an inch it's like it's coming from inside of him.

“Liar, where's my Francis?” You say as you back up some more.

It walks closer to you and backs you up to the wall. It grabs your left shoulder with one hand and with the other grabs your chin to make you stare in its eyes.

You gasp again and relax a little as you stare into its eyes slowly seeing the monster melt into your husband, Francis again.

“Hoon…” It chants softly as it brings your face closer to him.

“Francis” you whisper as you slowly breathe.

“That's it, it's me sweetheart.” He says as he smiles a bit.

You smile softly as you hug him. “I'm sorry I freaked out Francis.” You say as you close your eyes.

“Mmm…It's alright sweetheart, maybe it's time to go to bed?” He questions as he pulls you away from him to look at him again.

You start to feel drowsy as you stare into his eyes and nod. “Y-yes I haven't been getting sleep lately.”

Francis turns you around and starts to push you gently to your shared bedroom with him following you.”It has been a long day, hasn't it?” He says gently as he turns around to close the door behind him.

He stares into the mirror facing your shared bedroom room and it shows his real form with black holes for eyes and a wide gaping mouth.

He glares at the reflection of himself a bit scolding himself for almost letting his true self slip to you.

“Yes, it has been my love.” Your voice is heard behind him. He turns around to glance at you and then back to the mirror before shutting the door to the bedroom.

Thank you for reading!

[satorusugurugurl]

Pairing: Geto Sugurux FAB!Reader

Warning: dirty talk, a little knife play, no blood, squirting, degradation, kitchen sex!

Word Count: 4,740

A/N: A modern college AU!! I just kept thinking of two things. Suguru Geto and a Ghost-Face mask! This is my first post!!

Summary: When you fall asleep waiting for your boyfriend Geto Suguru to get home, you pass out holding your book. The dark romance smut book. The same book your boyfriend picks up and reads. A masked stalker? Geto can give you exactly what you want!

MINOR DNI!!!

The second Geto walked into your shared apartment, the tension in his shoulders seemingly vanished. The stress of his night classes and future exams didn't matter. He took his shoes off. All that mattered was being here at home with you.

Treading into the kitchen, Geto blinked, stunned not to find you sitting at the counter—the spot you had claimed for the last three nights. You sipped on a cup of tea while reading the pages of your newest book, where you asked about his day and seemed hesitant when he asked you about yours. But that had to be because you were lost in your book.

Heading into the bedroom, Geto grinned, finding you curled on your side. Upon hearing your soft breathing, Geto treaded carefully toward your side of the bed. From the book barely in your grasp to the entire cup of tea on the nightstand, Geto could piece together what had happened.

You tried staying up late for the fourth night to welcome him home. It came as no surprise that you had fallen asleep. You were so selfless and caring; those were a couple of the many things Suguru loved about you. You deserved a good night's rest. Grabbing the book, Geto glanced around for your bookmark. He reached over your body, mindlessly searching for it under the blankets.

The second he pulled it out from the blankets, he opened the book to place it securely where you'd left off. But just before he closed the book, a particular line caught his attention. ‘My masked stalker bent me over the counter, tossing his knife to the side before he buried his cock inside of me.’ Suguru read the line over and over again before peering down at you.

What kind of book were you reading? You were his sweet, high fantasy fairy romance-loving girlfriend? The same girl that gets flustered over the couple having to share a bed at an inn?

Well, this was a pleasant surprise.

With his interest peeked, Suguru sat in the living room reading the first few chapters of your dirty, dark romance. Calling it that was an understatement. This book was filthy. The stalker wore a Ghostface mask, fucked the heroine with the handle of a knife, and killed anyone that touched her. The sex scenes were so dark, gruesome, and arousing. He could see why you hadn't been able to put it down.

And why you were always flushed when he came home.

He wasn't an idiot; he knew why you liked it. The author described the stalker character as tall, long dark hair, and incredibly strong. You saw him in this character. Was that why you were so hesitant every night he had come home? Did you want something from him? Perhaps some role-playing?

The more he read, the harder his cock throbbed. This book was what you had been squirming and fantasizing about. And if his assumptions were correct, these were things you might want to try out. How cruel would it be to allow you to continue to suffer in silence? What kind of boyfriend would he be?

With a few taps on his phone, Suguru smirked as he got the notification that his package would arrive tomorrow. There was no going back now. All he could do was wait.

(~)(~)(~) (~)(~)(~) (~)(~)(~)

“Did you finish it?” Shoko asked through your phone as you stepped off the elevator on the third floor.

“No, I passed out reading last night. I'll finish it tonight, though.”

“Are you going to ask Suguru to buy a Ghost-Face mask?”

The teasing tone in your friend's voice made you blush. Not because it was embarrassing, but because you fucking wanted to. Reading Leo’s Throne had awakened things you didn't know you were into. Like choking, biting, rough sex, and being chased by a sexy masked man.

Sighing heavily, you stopped, “Shoko, please,” she giggled at your pain, “it's embarrassing! I don't want him to think I'm some fucked up delinquent.” The line grew silent as hushed whispers bickered on the other line.

“Uhm, I hate to break it to you.” Gojo chimed in, “But beating your meat to a girl getting fucked with the handle of a kni-”

“Shut up!”

More laughter erupted from the other line. “Look, we're not kink-shaming you. We're just encouraging you to talk to Suguru.” Shoko continued as Gojo cackled.

“That doesn't make me feel any better.” A whine worked its way up your throat.

It wasn't like sex with Geto was dull! Not in the slightest. You had never squirted until you met your fantastic boyfriend. The man left your legs trembling and tears running down your face whenever you were intimate. But you just wanted something different. Different as in your boyfriend acting as if he was your masked stalker. Doing that meant you would be asking him to be rougher than he ever had been before.

Oh yeah, how could that ever be mortifyingly embarrassing?

“Just go at your own pace, Y/N. Don't force yourself if you're not comfortable.”

“Yeah, yeah, I just got home. I'll see you two later.”

With a final goodbye, you shoved your phone into your pocket as you unlocked the door to your and Suguru’s shared apartment. It was Friday, so he would be home tonight, seeing as he had no night classes. Now would be the ideal time to discuss the kinky things you wanted to try. For Suguru to be rougher, possibly wear a mask. . .and to chase you around the apartment before he fucked the air out of your lungs.

No holding back! Shoko and Gojo were right. There was no harm in asking!

As you stepped into the apartment, you knew something was different. The sun had just begun to set, and the living room light was off. Which was strange, seeing as it was on a timer. Did the apartment lose power or something?

“Suguru?” No answer. “Suguru, I'm home!” you announced as you slipped your tennis shoes off.

“Welcome home.” Hearing your boyfriend's voice from within eased your nerves.

“Hey, what's going on with the lights? Did we lose power or something?” Without Suguru’s response, you found your answer, noticing the stove clock and refrigerator buzzing hum. “Babe?”

Silence passes by before his chuckle resonates from down the hall. “I turned them off.” That was the only response you got back.

“Why?”

“I thought I would set the mood.”

“I'm sorry. What mood are you trying to set?”

“I'm thinking we could play a little, angel~.”

Your body stiffened, not from his tone or the way he was acting, but because he called you Angel. Never once in your two-year relationship or your five-year friendship has Geto Suguru called you Angel. But Leo Rainsworth, the stalker from Leo’s Throne, called the heroine Angel all the damn time. Because she was so pure, he saw himself as a dark demon.

You were fucked.

“Ohh fuck.”

Another dark chuckle echoes from down the hall. “Oh, fuck is right. You fell asleep with your book in your hand last night. I just happened to read a couple of chapters.” Floorboards creaked from the dark hall. “I just have to say, I didn't know you were into kinky shit like that.” Another creak had your heart thundering against your ribcage.

“I-I well, it was—” you stuttered, trying to find the right words. There was no denying Suguru had found your smut. So you might as well tell him the truth. “It was so fucking hot.”

“Was it now?” You hummed in response. “Were you wanting to try some of that stuff? Is that why you stayed up late waiting for me this week? You were hesitant to ask, weren't you? Didn’t want me to know how fucking kinky you are?”

“Y-Yeah, I wanted to ask, but I was nervous. I didn’t know if it would be a turn-off?”

Suguru sighed heavily. “Well, seeing as someone doesn't know how to communicate their wants.” The sound of something, hard, being dragged over the wall made your pussy clench. “I’ve decided to take matters into my own hands.”

A whimper passed through your lips. Holy fuck, the anticipation of what was to come was almost too much to handle. Shifting your legs, you felt just how wet you were. Your panties were utterly soaked with your arousal. Fuck this hot.

“Fuck.”

“Do you want this?” There was no trace of teasing in Suguru’s voice. He was serious, wanting to know if you were okay with this continuing. “Are you comfortable?”

“God, yes. I-I want this Sugu.”

The response was so sudden it took both of you off guard. No hesitation, no questions asked. Just a simple answer. One that was about to rock your world.

“What’s our safeword?”

“Pineapple.”

“And our safety colors?”

“Green for good, yellow means I need you to slow down, or I need to take a break, and red means stop.” You recited, stepping out of the kitchen to look down the dark hallway for your boyfriend. The eagerness was moving you a step closer to his voice.

“You use them if things get too intense. It doesn't matter how far we get. I could be inside you, but if you say red, we stop.”

“Right, I understand.”

A tall silhouette strutted forward as your eyes finally adjusted to the dark hallway. “Good girl,” he says, taking another step forward. “Now, do me a favor.” Suguru stepped out into the living room, and you swear your heart dropped into your stomach. “Run.”

Your boyfriend is shirtless, black jeans clinging to his hips. Dragging your eyes up, you bite down on your bottom lip. Every fantasy you had in the last four days comes true in seconds. Suguru’s handsome face was hidden behind a Ghostface mask. Making it impossible to read his expressions, which made this ten times hotter. The uncertainty of what was going on through his head had you clenching your thighs together.

“I said run,” he repeated, holding up a large plastic prop knife, “Angel.”

You turned, running towards the kitchen, your socks sliding against the hardwood floor. Just as you slid, a rush of air grazed your back. Looking over your shoulder, you inhaled, seeing your boyfriend on your trail. He didn’t even give you a head start. Goddamn, he was playing the part well. Ducking slightly, you pushed forward, stumbling, only to hear Suguru curse as he missed you again.

“Holy shit, what happened to a ten-second head start?” You gasped out, standing at the far side of the kitchen island.

“Tsk,” he ran his thumb over the knife's hilt, “and give you a chance to get away? I don’t think so.”

Suguru moved, walking towards you as you stepped back. He was like a great white shark, circling the kitchen island, stalking his prey. Which just so happened to be you. Knowing that at any moment he could charge you, it had your pussy throbbing in need.

“Oh shit.” You looked around, thinking of what to do. Heading to the living room would result in a short-lived chase. If you took it to the bedroom, you might just end up begging for him to fuck you. “Fuck, fuck me.”

“Oh, I intend to. I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll have to cancel all of your plans tomorrow.” He smirked. “Not only will you not be able to walk, but I will mark you up. Make you even prettier than you already are.”

“T-That can only happen if you catch me.”

Hearing those words made Suguu’s body stiffen. His ab’s were rising and falling with labored breathing. Your eyes darted towards the prop knife, watching his fist clenched harder around it.

“If?” He asked, placing his free hand over the marble counter. “Baby, it’s not a question of if.” He leaned towards you. “It’s a question of when.”

Mouth dry, you gulped before slowly smirking. “Yeah, I’d like to see you try.”

“Ooh,” Suguru scoffed, “remember those words when my cock is slamming into your cervix.”

It happened so fast that it made your head spin. Like a predator, Suguru gracefully leaped, sliding over the marble countertop. Your jaw dropped as you stumbled back, staring at Suguru as he towered over you. He didn’t even give you a chance to process what was happening. His large hand grabbed you by the back of your neck. Suddenly, Suguru had you turned around and bent over the counter.

“What was that about seeing me try?” His voice was thick with need. “Well, look at you now, bent over the counter just like the heroine in your nasty. . .little. . .book.”

You knew that your inner thighs were slick with your arousal. “Oh my god.” You squirmed under Geto’s grasp, which made him push down on your neck harder.

“It was hard to imagine my sweet vanilla girlfriend getting off on something so dark and demented.” You jolted as he kicked at your ankles, spreading your legs further apart. “But seeing you like this, squirming, breathing heavily, I can see you aren’t as vanilla as I assumed.” His knee slid between your legs, pressing his knee firmly against your clothed cunt. “Tell me~ are you soaked, you nasty slut?”

“S-Sugu~!” You cried out, rocking your hips back against his knee.

“As pretty as my name sounded coming out of your mouth, it wasn’t an answer to my question.” His left hand slowly grazed under your shirt. “Perhaps I need to be rougher~?”

Before you could fathom that, cool steel grazed over the small of your back. The metal barely touched you, but it was still a sharp contrast against your rapidly heating skin that grounded you. Being grounded made things clearer as you realized that the prop knife Suguru was holding was, in fact, not a prop.

It was real.

“S-Suguru, is that real?”

Upon hearing your words, Suguru pulled the cool blade away. “Yeah, it is.” Suguru stared down at your bent form, waiting for you to respond. Your body had tensed up when he confirmed the steel was, in fact, real. “Are you okay? What color are you feeling? Talk to me, baby.” He wasn’t going to assume just because you hadn’t used your designated safe word or a color that, you were okay. “Babe, I need an answer.”

For just a moment, he assumed that maybe he had crossed a line. Before the doubt could settle in his gut, he watched as your stiff body melted against the kitchen island. Your hips rocked harder against his knee as your cunt throbbed through your leggings. A breath caught in his throat, seeing how you desperately humped his knee. Gritting his teeth, he fought against the urge to rock his hips against you. Despite your body’s actions and the desperation in your movements, he still needed an answer.

“Princess,” he groaned, “color.”

“Green!” You cried out, rocking harder. “Fucking green!”

“Good girl,” he fisted you t-shirt. “I’ll buy you another.”

You cocked an eyebrow, trying to look behind. “Another who—“You were cut off when Suguru stabbed the knife through your shirt. “Holy shit!” You slowed your movements as you listened to Suguru rip our shirt up the middle of your back.

“Oooh~ look at how pretty you are.” The knife slid under the hem of your leggings. “Bent over the counter.” With the jerk of his hand, you listened as your pants became his next victim. “Surrounded by the clothes I ripped off of you.”

He repeated the process, your thong and bra following your leggings, and that littered the floor. The whole situation was erotic; you felt your slick seep out of you, dripping shamelessly to the ground. You’d never been so fucking aroused. You needed Suguru so bad.

“S-Sugu, please!”

“Please, what?” His right hand left your neck, fingers trailing down your back. “Use your words.”

“Please, touch me!”

He hummed, training his fingers lower and lower before for inched over your ass. “Please!” a loud smack flooded the kitchen, followed by a sharp stinging pain over your ass.

“I told you to use your words, angel!” He snarled, pressing his body against yours. The knife pressed firmly against your cheek. “Tell me what you want slut.”

“F-Finger me! Fuck m, please! I need you!!” You cried out in desperation. Pleased with your begging, Suguru slapped your ass again before he wrapped his right arm around your waist, dipping between your legs. His fingers quickly began rubbing quick circles around your throbbing clit. “Fuck!!”

“Fuck, you’re soaking wet.” he increased the speed of his fingers, “it wouldn't take much to make you cum would it?”

He was right; it wouldn't take much to make you cum. “M-More!” You begged as he removed his knee. “Please don't te-AH!” Two thick fingers plunged inside your tight cunt.

“Heh,” he chuckled, “fuck your pussy is clamping down on me!” Suguru immediately set a brutal pace, curling his fingers up, reaching a little further as he rubbed your g-spot. “My dirty princess,” he fucked into your sweet spot over and over and over again. Not once letting up. “Does that feel good? I can feel your cunt twitching.”

“S-So good~! S-Sugu! Ah fuck, fuck!” his thumb reached up, rubbing your clit in time with his thrusts. “I-I’m gonna~!”

The cool steel of the knife pressed harder against your face. “Yeah?” Weakly, you opened your eyes, coming face to face with the Ghostface mask. “You look at me when you cum on my fingers.” His words made the coil in your abdomen tighten. “Eyes on me, angel~ you be a good girl and cum for me.” How could you deny him?

“C-cumming! I'm c-cumm—” A scream left your lips as you came. Your pussy clamped down on Suguru’s fingers as a stream of clear liquid squirted out of you. Feeling your juices hit the ground, spreading under his bare feet, ignited a need in Suguru.

“That's it!” He all but yelled. “Fuckin’ good girl~ so good.” Seeing you squirt always riled him up. Good god, he needed to see it again.

You had thought that he was going to work you slowly through your orgasm like he usually did. But not once did he slow down. Instead, he curled his fingers deeper, his pace not flattering, moving in and out faster and harder. All you could do was lay there, legs shaking as he finger fucked you.

“S-Suguru, w-what?!” you cried out as he growled in your ear.

“Again, I need you to fucking squirt again.”

“B-But Sugu, I want you!” Tears flooded your eyes, the pleasure becoming more intense with each thrust of his fingers.

“I know, I know, baby, give me one more and I fuck you.”

Seeing the tears spilling over your cheeks made Suguru throb harder. “Sugu~! I—” Suguru pressed the knife harder against your cheek.

“I don't remember asking. I’m telling you, you're going to squirt again.”

The chill of his words and the knife had your eyes rolling back. It was so overwhelming, so much pleasure. Your thighs were shaking, knees buckling in as he slammed directly into each g-spot. The coil tightened harder and harder until it snapped.

“That’s it!” Suguru praised, growling as your pussy fluttered around his fingers. “Come on, cum for me, cum on my fingers. Make a mess!” Your screams were music to his ears as he felt you cum. You squirted hard, coating your thighs, his jeans, and the floor.

He pulled his fingers out, glancing at your cum, that was dripping off his fingers. The two of you were breathing heavily, not saying a word. Suguru’s cock was so hard, the tip leaking pre-cum, painting the inside of his boxers. He knew you were enjoying this, but holy shit, he was enjoying it just as much, if not more.

“S-Sugu-”

Hearing your shaking voice brought him back to reality. His right hand gently rubbed up and down your back. “You okay? Need a break?” He watched as you shook your head. Your Y/E/C eyes were glazed over with lust as you pressed your ass back against his hips rubbing slowly against his cock.

“No fuck me, please fuck me. I-I need your cock.”

You listened to him growl deep in his chest. Suddenly, you heard his belt being undone, followed by his zipper. You didn't know what to expect. He seemed so calm and collected. But any average, calm person would not have tossed a knife to the ground. He most definitely would not have grabbed your hips so tight before suddenly slamming his cock deep inside your tight cunt.

The sudden fullness of his cock caused the air to escape your lungs. Your mouth formed an ‘O’ shape as Suguru pulled nearly out before slamming back inside you. Feeling your tight twitching walls hug his cock so snuggly had Suguru feral. He had no control over himself as he pounded your pussy, harder and harder with each thrust. He was so deep his tip gently pressed into your cervix.

“Oh, my fuckin fuck!” You cried out, his left hand gently pressing your head against the counter. “S-Su—gu—-ru!!” each syllable of his name was fucked out of you by his thrusts.

“Yeah~?” His hand left your head. Instead, his long fingers wrapped around your throat, gently squeezing. “Feels good? You like it like this?”

“Y-Yeah!! Deep so fucking deep!!”

“Fuck yeah, I am~ I feel your pussy clamping down. Did you imagine this~? Imagine me fucking you just as rough?” all you could manage to do was nod. “You like your stalker fucking your tight cunt?”

That sweet, smokey tone of his voice, your boyfriend's voice, had you clamping down harder on him. He was right; you did want this, and you fantasized about asking him to do precisely this. And he had fulfilled your fantasy, going above and beyond to make it perfect. He was perfect, so fucking good to you.

“Sugu~ Suguru~”

“Yeah? Tell me what you want~? Faster? Harder?” When you shook your head, he slowed his thrusts just a tad bit. “No~? What do you need.” His hand squeezed harder around your throat, cutting some of your air off.

You almost told him to keep going when he choked you like that. With a shaky moan, you turned, staring into the eyes of the Ghostface mask. “I-I want a kiss.” Out of all the things he had expected you to say, that wasn't one of them. But Get Suguru wasn't the kind of man to deny Y/L/N Y/N.

A whimper sounded from deep in your throat as Suguru gently pulled out. His hand slid down your curves, turning you around to face him. In the dying twilight light, you stared at the sweat beading against his skin, slowly running down his ab’s. Trailing your eyes up, his skin was illuminated by the soft pink and lilac tones from outside. After taking in his body, your Y/E/C landed on the mask.

His hand left your hip, tugging the mask off his head. Suguru’s dark eyes were glazed over with love and desire. His dark bun was messy; his bangs were sticking to his face by the sheen of sweat beading on his forehead. He was such a stunning man. And he was yours.

Tossing the mask to the side, Suguru’s hands grabbed your hips, placing you on the counter. As soon as you were settled, his lips slammed against yours in a heated kiss. One that made your toes curl as you matched his pace, kissing back with the same enthusiasm and force. It was the kind of kiss that made you moan into his mouth as he gently pulled you towards the edge, his free hand easing his hot cock back inside your pussy.

“Suguru.” You moaned against his mouth, allowing his tongue to slip inside. “Mhmm.”

Your tongues massaged each other in a slow sensual kiss as he fucked you deeply. It was so good. He tasted good, felt good, god, he smelt so good. Everything about this night was good.

“Fuck, Y/N-“ he growled, pulling away, “I love you. You feel so good, so perfect. You’re such a good girl.” His words made your heart race as you kissed him again.

“Love you too~ so much, thank you for this~” Your praises had him groaning deeply into your mouth. His thrusts increased in speed and power as he kissed you like you were the only thing keeping him alive.

Suguru slid his hand down between your conjoined bodies, rubbing your clit in fast circles. “Cum for me, Y/N, milk my cock, baby~ I wanna cum inside you.” Arching your back, a string of moans erupted from your mouth as you wrapped your legs around his waist. “Y/N fuck, yes, just like that~”

“I'm gonna cum!” you cried out against his mouth. “Sugu, I'm cumming baby~ c-cu—” Your warning was cut off by a scream as your walls clamped down on his cock, milking him.

“Fuck~! Fuck! You're so tight~ tighter than ever.” Suguru grunted, kissing and nipping at your neck as he bit down on your skin. “Focus on my cock~ feel me~ feel it~ Fuck! I'm cumming!” Pulling you tighter against him, Suguru’s thrusts became messy before you felt his cock throb hard. Ropes of hot cum filled your pussy, and he kept thrusting, fucking it deep inside you as he rode the waves of both your orgasms.

By the time he stopped, the sun was long gone, and the entire apartment was enveloped in darkness. Not that either of you cared. Nothing mattered as you two basked in the afterglow. Your heart rates and breathing went from ragged and fast-paced to shallow and calm. The entire time you came down, Suguru had you firmly pressed against his bare chest. He was holding you as close as he could as you both recovered.

Hours seemed to pass before Suguru slowly lifted you off the counter. You rested your head against his shoulder as he carried you to the bedroom, gently laying you on the bed. Without a word, Suguru left the room and returned with a bottle of water and a warm rag. He cleaned you up, his eyes occasionally meeting yours as he smiled fondly.

Your cheeks burned as you returned his loving smile. “Drink some water. I'll be right back,” he said, handing the bottle to you before heading back to the kitchen.

He was gone for several minutes before he returned. “Where did you go?” You asked, watching as he came back in just in his boxers.

“I wanted to clean up real quick,” he responded, crawling into bed and wrapping his toned arms around you. “Tossed my stuff in the washer, yours in the trash.”

“Damn,” you giggle, “I loved that shirt.” Suguru chuckled, pulling you tighter against him.

“Sorry, I'll buy you another.”

“Nah, it's okay.” you hummed, “it was a sacrifice I was willing to make.” You turned to face him. “Thank you again, that was so much fun.”

“Yeah, it was.” Suguru gently cupped your face in his hand. “I love you very much.”

“I love you too.”

He gently pressed a kiss against your lips. He was holding you firmly again at him. This evening was the perfect way to end a week. Fantastic sex snuggling your boyfriend, you couldn't ask for a more ideal night—a night where your fantasy had come true.

“So,” Suguru started, “I bought you the rest of the series of Leo’s Throne. We need to reenact some more scenes, I think.”

Pulling back, you couldn't stop the laughter rising in your chest. “Baby, seriously? Did you buy them for me or yourself?” you cocked an eyebrow as your boyfriend's cheeks flushed.

“What a silly question,” he pulled you on top of him, “I bought them for us!”

“You read the whole book, didn't you?”

“. . .”

“Oh my god, you did.”

“. . .I will say the ending had me running to the bookstore this morning. To have the hero—” You clamped your hand over his mouth.

“No spoilers!”

[iliketangerines]

I’ve read the onsen AU featuring the Earthrealmers and I like it a lot. Can you also write the same thing but with the Outworld men: Rain; Havik; Reiko; Shao; Reptile; Shang Tsung ?

my obedient servant

a/n: easing back into the writing mindset. also, i do NOT condone this behavior in real life

pairing: nitara, rain, havik, reiko, general shao, shang tsung, syzoth x gn!reader

warnings: suggestive, dubcon, biting kink

you try to catch your breath and calm yourself as you stand to the entrance of the hot springs, shifting in your place as you hold the tray of tea cups

your outfit barely covers your figure, and the collar around your neck reminds you of your place every time you breathe

the only solace you have is that Syzoth will be nearby as you serve tea to Shang Tsung and his collaborators

speaking of, Syzoth finishes brewing the pot of tea and puts it onto your tray, giving you a small nod of reassurance as you take a breath

you turn to the entrance and walk in with careful steps, keeping your gaze low to the ground as you present yourself to Shang Tsung and his friends

Quan Chi isn’t here, but you shiver as you remember your last encounter with the sorcerer, perhaps Shang Tsung had sent him something to do

Shang Tsung hums approvingly at your outfit and orders you to serve his friends quickly, and you comply, taking hurried but careful steps on the slippery ground as their conversation continues

you first pour a cup of tea to a man with dark skin and black hair, and he looks at your with warm brown eyes, thanking you for the tea and holding the cup gently in his hands

all you give is a silent nod before moving on to the next person, and he gives a disapproving grunt at the sight of you

he has a hard face, deep lines of anger settled into his face as long with the scars that litter his body, indicating his past role as a slave

you wonder what he thinks of you, with the collar around your neck and the way you bend so easily to Shang Tsung’s will after so much time being underneath him

his hands take the tea cup from yours, and you glance up just a short moment to see how he stares at you

his eyes are angry, disapproving at the sight of you, and you quickly pick up your tray to move onto the next person

your hands move quickly as you feel the next man’s impatience falling off of him in roves, and you hastily give him his tea

he grabs it away from you, his blue eyes stare straight through you, as if you’re a person not worth even acknowledging, and somehow the collar on your neck feels heavier than before

you move on to the large man next to him, a pair of horns curving upward and body covered in rough scales, and even sitting in the baths, he still feels bigger than life itself

he takes the cup of tea from your hands roughly, and similarly to the blue-eyed man, he doesn’t acknowledge you at all and continues talking to Shang Tsung about plans

you reach a woman with wings that flutter in the water, and she stares at your neck hungrily, her lips parting to reveal a set of fangs as she licks her lips

she turns to Shang Tsung as you give her her cup of tea, and she asks who you are, eyes roving over the figure of your body

you shiver and go over to Shang Tsung, kneeling by his side and giving him his tea

he tells them all that you are his personal servant, that you do everything he tells you to do, and he gives them all a tilt of his head a smirk

suddenly, the blue-eyed and draconic man have placed their gaze on you, eying you up and down, while the scarred man gives Shang Tsung a look of contempt

the woman asks if Shang Tsung would be so kind as to lend you to them, her breaths coming out a little shallow as she stares at your neck, and you struggle not to tremble in your spot

for a second, the sorcerer says nothing, just staring at them while humming thoughtfully, and then he smiles and says he can learn to share if they can offer something in return

the woman agrees almost instantly, promising something of value as your ears fill with a buzzing and you try to focus on your breathing

she crawls out of the hot springs elegantly, wings shaking off the water as she stalks toward you and then nearly falls on top of you

her sharp nails dig into your skin as she buries her face into your neck and takes a deep breath of your scent

you can’t help but let out a small sound as her tongue licks at your pulse point and her teeth graze against your sensitive skin

you’re trembling, trying to stay still and be good, to not get into trouble, and the woman hums in approval, baring her teeth and moving the collar to the side slightly to sink into your flesh

it hurts, burns almost, and you finally let out a loud whine, your hands flying up to grip at her shoulders to try and deal with the pain

your eyes squeeze shut, and you whisper out a please as she drinks from you, moaning at the taste of your blood

she drinks her fill, body pressing further into yours as she finishes up, and when she pulls away, she almost looks drunk, eyes hazy as she stares into yours

you’re not in any better state, feeling a little sick and woozy from the loss of blood, and she compliments your taste, saying you taste so sweet and warm

you can barely hear anything as you hear some others offer something in exchange to have a taste of you

all you can hear is the ringing in your ears, and the woman is still holding onto you tightly

the others start to crawl out of the pool towards you and Shang Tsung, and you were right, the draconic man was larger than life, his shadow casting over you

you can feel their smiles as they crowd around you, each of them wanting to have their fill of you first

the woman hisses at them, saying that she isn’t done, before taking you out of the crowd, wrapping a towel around herself hastily before dragging out of the hot springs to wherever

you can only catch a glance of Syzoth, a look of worry on his face, before the woman turns a corner and Syzoth disappears

she drags you through the familiar hallways to a room that you had cleaned this morning, and she shoves you in haphazardly

you can barely react before her lips are on you again, sucking and biting gently at your skin to mark you up, and her hands are all over your skin

she pushes you backwards until you both fall back onto the bed, the excessive pillows cushioning your landing

she rips at your clothing, revealing your chest to her, and she goes to nuzzle into your chest and lick along the skin

you whimper, and your hands clutch onto the sheets, too afraid to hold onto her and incur her wrath

the woman continues down the length of your body, kissing along your stomach and leaving small little love bites everywhere she could manage

she reaches your bottoms and rips them off in a similar fashion to your top, and you squeak as she spreads your thighs and nuzzles into them lovingly

she licks at the skin, sniffing along your thigh, before humming in delight and sinking her teeth into you

you moan at the feeling, face burning as she chuckles into your thigh at your arousal, and your bring the back of your hand to press against your eyelids to try suppress the embarrassment

finally, the woman pulls back, licking at the excess blood before moving onto your other thigh and biting into the flesh as well

you’re beginning to feel woozy, to feel tired and like the world was blurring along the edges, and you whisper out that you can’t go any further

if she heard you, she ignores you and continues her feast on your blood for another minute, moaning into your thigh when she finally finishes drinking you

she stays down there, just watching the blood trickle down your thighs before crawling up to face you and nuzzle into your neck

her teeth press into your skin but not breaking it as she cuddles into your warmth, and you’re not sure what to do

usually, Shang Tsung would just leave after he’s with you, but this woman just keeps cuddling into your warmth

experimentally, you bring your hand up to cradle the back of her head, and she doesn’t react, just dozing off into your neck

this wasn’t so bad, if you could get past the nauseous feeling in your stomach and the way your head felt so light

unfortunately, you couldn’t say the same for the others that had made a deal with Shang Tsung

you learned their names very quickly as they ordered you to their rooms or would drop in for a discussion with Shang Tsung and then by yours for a quick fuck

Rain was gentle, loving, soft with his words and as sweet as the finest Outworld wines, but there was something bitter in his movements

perhaps it was the way he bruised your hips as he gripped onto them, or the way he grimaced and sucked hickeys over the marks of your other lovers

and then there was Reiko, angry and rough and almost stiff in his movements

his calloused hands provided no relief for you as he only chased his own high, and he loved to bite you as Nitara did, but with none of the tenderness of the Vaeternian

he shouted angry insults and demands to you, wanting everything you could possibly give

his superior, Shao was softer, made gentle with experience, and he gave you some reprieve for your troubles, moaning into your skin as he made you see stars

the general’s marks were deep, lasting, and his size never failed to make you tremble in his arms as you cried

but he would kiss away the tears, a low voice telling you that you were doing well before he continued with finding his own release

Havik never showed, but sometimes you would see him around

he would send you a sympathetic look, give Shang Tsung a disgusted look, but he kept his quiet, clearly angry about you but not in a position to bring up your entrapment

but sometimes, he would find you in the hallways and gift you a sweet, a treat here and there, and then he would leave

then, of course, there was Shang Tsung, never as sweet as Rain or as comforting as Shao or as direct as Reiko

he kept you guessing, always subjective and slippery in his wants, and the sorcerer enjoyed the pained look on your face as he pinned down your hips and punished you

he was cruel and cold toward you, delighting in your suffering, but you still listened to him, stuck under his control

the only reprieve was that Syzoth was here to patch you up, hold your hand and keep you warm in the coldness of the dungeons

he never pushed, never prodded, just held you as you heal from your wounds, and pet your hair

Syzoth was so sweet and gentle and would often tell you stories of the road, of the circus and his travels to sooth you to sleep

he was your comfort in the hard lines and rules under Shang Tsung, and you appreciated him for it

perhaps you would be able to escape with him one day, back into Outworld and get away from it all

but for now, you are stuck in the cold dungeon with him and on beck and call for Shang Tsung’s wants and needs

[sinnabarmoth]

Picture this scenario: (insert LI) is chilling against the arm of the couch, doing whatever. We come right up to him, no explanation, and lean down towards him, getting so close… then reaches past him and grabs the TV remote or something. What then? (For all if possible)

Zayne: Zayne is sitting on the couch reading a book, his legs outstretched and you are sitting tucked into a little ball on the other side with your own book. He felt the cushions of the couch shift as you moved. You climb towards him, getting between his legs as you get closer and closer. He's thinking you're just looking for attention, maybe to lay on him and cuddle or perhaps a kiss. You're getting closer and closer to his face and he automatically closes his eyes to lean in and kiss you but then you're just gone and he hits air. You're back on your side of the couch but this time with the cup of tea he had on the side table. You just give him this big innocent smile when he looks over at you confused.

"Something wrong, darling?"

"I thought you were..." Deep sigh. "If you wanted a sip of my tea you could have just asked."

"You looked busy reading. I didn't want to bother you."

"I don't believe that for a second." Changes position so he's tucked in right against you, kisses your cheek. "Just ask next time you want attention."

Xavier: Xavier was sitting on the couch with a handheld game trying to beat this level that was giving him trouble when you walked in. He was focused on the game and didn't really notice what you were doing until you were right on top of him. Looks up and sees you just getting really close. He pauses the game and reaches to hold you but then you lean past him and grab the TV remote.

"Do you mind if I watch TV while you game?"

"Why did you do that?"

"Do what?"

"If you wanted the remote you could have just walked over to it. Why did you tease me?"

"I wasn't teasing, I was just grabbing the remote, Xav."

"Uh huh. Sure." grabs you and pulls you onto his lap, hands going under your shirt. "Then this isn't me teasing you either."

Rafayel: Rafayel is on the couch sketching an idea for a new painting when you come by with a mischievous little smile. You kneel on the couch between his outstretched legs and start to get closer. You're so close to his face when he notices that you are reaching for something behind him. He immediately grabs you and pulls you down so you are lying on top of him.

"Ah! Raf! What are you doing?"

"Nothing."

"What do you mean nothing? Why'd you yank me down?"

"Oh, so you do know what I'm doing. Why'd you ask then?"

"Rafayel! I was just trying to get the remote behind you."

"And I'm just laying here, I have no ulterior motives whatsoever, just like you."

You concede, relaxing on top of him. "You win this round."

Sylus: You and Sylus are sitting on opposite sides of the couch. You start shuffling your way over until you are practically on his lap. You're reaching for the cocktail he made himself and hadn't touched. Sylus continues to lounge, not even looking up from his phone as you get closer and closer. You're practically pressed right against him and your fingers almost touch the glass before his evol swirls around it and moves it further out of reach.

"Sylus! What gives?"

"I don't know what you're talking about, kitten."

"Fine. I was trying to fluster you by getting real close while trying to get your drink. Happy?"

"You can still grab it, you just have to stretch farther."

"Stretch? More like climb. Do you want me to have to climb over you or something?"

"I'll give you your drink when you're in position to give me mine. Now keep going until I tell you to stop."

[sweetchildcloud]

How Alastor would be as a boyfriend/lover pt.2

Pairing: Alastor x A!Reader

Tags:fluff,cute,maybe OOC?[out of character again :/],Alastor being jelaous,period(mestr*ation),supportive Alastor during tough times with d*pression

P.S: this is shorter than the first part so i'm sorry if you didn't enjoy this as much :/ also if you're wondering why i putted the period part even tough the reader is anon is because i want to reach people who transgender [god i wrote it so bad but i hope you understand what i meant]

@muzansslxt @candy69gurl @kiwicopia

It is true that Alastor can be a bit jealous when you are talking with other people, especially strangers. He is very possessive of you and does not like to share you, and will often find excuses to join your conversations or get you away from the other person. He can sometimes be passive aggressive or sulk if you continue to engage with the stranger despite his efforts at cutting off the conversation.

However, Alastor will never become violent or aggressive towards you for engaging with strangers. He respects your right to interact with others, but he also would rather you spend your time with him instead. He just really likes being around you and is somewhat possessive of you. He will often shower you with affection and compliments to let you know how important you are to him in an effort to ensure that you choose to spend your time with him rather than strangers. [and if he succed he will wrap an arm around your shoulders as the two of you walk away from the guy you've been talking to, as he looked behind him and staring at the stranger smiling wikedly "she's mine pal" you:"mhm? what did you said Al?" "oh nothing dear,let's just go"]

But if you continue to ignore him and keep talking to strangers, he will start to become frustrated and may express a subtle jealousy or resentment. However, he will never force you to leave or yell at you for continuing your conversations. He may sulk or give you the silent treatment for a bit, but he will never become violent or verbally abusive towards you. Instead, he will just quietly let his feelings of jealousy and possessiveness boil under the surface.

If you confront him about his jealousy, he will deny it at first but will eventually admit to being jealous and possessive. He will explain that he just really likes being around you and doesn't want to share you with other people. He will admit that it is not fair to be jealous and that he wants to work on it, but he just can't help how he feels when you talk with other people. He is willing to try working on his jealousy but he asks that you be patient and understanding with him.

He may also admit that he feels a bit insecure or not good enough when you talk to others, and that he is worried he is not good enough to keep your attention and affection. He will ask that you assure him that he is enough for you and that you are not thinking about other people. He is willing to work on his jealous and possessive tendencies and is willing to communicate about his feelings more openly with you in an effort to improve.

Alastor is mature and understanding about this issue. Whenever you have your period, he will be understanding and supportive and will not make a big deal out of it. He will not react in any sort of negative way or shame you for it, and will instead simply try to take care of you and make you feel comfortable. He might even bring you a hot water bottle to help alleviate your cramps, or make you a cup of tea to help relax you.

In addition to caring for you during your period, he also wants to make sure you have the right necessities on hand to get through it smoothly. He will often bring you tampons or pads, painkillers and other essentials to help with your period. He may also bring you chocolate or comfort foods to cheer you up and help distract you from the uncomfortable symptoms.

Even if you accidentally bleed on the bed and taint it, Alastor will not shame you or get angry. He will be understanding and compassionate about the situation, and will not react in any negative way. He will simply help you to clean the sheets, and then comfort you afterwards. He understands that accidents can happen, and it's nothing to be ashamed of.

If you're depressed and feel overwhelmed, Alastor will be as kind and thoughtful as ever. He will be attentive and comforting, and will offer you a shoulder to cry on or even just listen to you and let you vent to him. He will also try to encourage you to do things that make you feel better or distract yourself and take your mind off of it. He will make sure that you are cared for and comforted during this time, and will do whatever he can to ease your sadness.

He may also suggest things that could potentially help you feel better, such as exercising or going for a walk, but he won't force you to do anything you're not comfortable with. He understands that feeling depressed is not easy and can be draining and overwhelming, and he will do his best to be supportive and encouraging while also giving you space and respecting your boundaries.

If you do decide to take his suggestions, he will try to go along and help you with whatever you are doing. He will try to keep things light and make jokes to make you laugh as it can help uplift your mood. He will also encourage you and compliment you along the way to try to boost your confidence and give you positive reinforcement that you are doing well. 

On the other hand, if you decide to take some time to yourself and spend some time alone to process your feelings, he will respect that too. He will let you be alone and will check up on you periodically to make sure you are doing okay and ask if there is anything you need him to do. He understands that depression is a personal journey and sometimes being alone can help you focus on sorting through your feelings, so he will keep a respectful distance during that time.

hope you liked this second part and if there is something wrong tell me i wrote this on the verge of falling asleep so.... :/

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Dirty Work 47

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as bullying, familial discord/abuse, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You start a new gig and find one of your clients to be hard to please.

Characters: Loki

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You give up on escape. You don't want to upset Loki any more than he already is. You go back to the bed and sit against the headboard as you think. It would be a lot easier if you weren't here so why has he locked you in? 

The laptop continues to play the show you've lost track of. You wring your hands and close your eyes, skull pulsing as your nose throbs. The smell of grass and snarling grunts fill your head and you force your eyes open. You're in that room, not there…

You reach over to the cell phone on the night table and bring up Loki's conversation. 

“May I have some water?” You send the text and sigh. He said if you need anything, to ask.

You wait, not certain if he's seen the message or even if he'll answer your request.

Some minutes pass as you examine your palm, tracing the lines listlessly. You might be waiting for nothing. It feels like you've been doing that all your life.

You slump down and mindlessly stare at the laptop. You run your fingertips lightly over your bruises and the thin cuts on your arms. The movement raises goosebumps on your skin.

You might take a bath, it might calm you. Maybe that's what you need. You can't figure out what exactly that is, just warmth, just... certainty.

You sit up but stop yourself as you hear the lock click. You glance over as the door opens little by little. Loki enters, gingerly balancing a tea cup in one hand.

"I forgot," he says as he speaks quietly, "I thought perhaps you might be sleeping."

"Oh, uh, thanks," you turn your legs over the edge of the bed and fold your hands one over the other. You watch him place the cup and saucer on the night table.

"Not at all, my pleasure," he assures, taking a pointed step back as he faces you. "Are you hungry? Or perhaps you require another blanket--"

"Why did you lock the door?"

He blinks and raises his chin. For once, he doesn't have an answer ready. He looks at the door then back to you.

"To keep you safe," he replies as if it's obvious.

"I am... aren't I? It's just us--"

"It is only an extra measure. Last night..." he trails off, his green eyes flitting back and forth, "we needn't talk of it but we know now we can never be too safe."

You frown, "but... but you don't need to lock me in--"

"I must," he insists and throws his hands up, marching away, "if you only require tea, then I must return to my work."

"Loki," you stand, "I want..." you hesitate, "I want you to lay down. You don't need to work. You need to rest."

"Me?" He presses his hand to his chest, "I'm quite well, thank you."

You shake your head, "I don't think--"

"I will be back again to check on you," he dismisses as he spins away, "enjoy the tea."

Before you can argue further, he's gone. The door snaps shut behind him and you rush forward. The lock loudly grinds into place and you wiggle the handle.

"Loki," you slap the door, "please..."

You hear his footsteps on the other side, walking away from your pleas. You huff and let your forehead rest against the wood. What is wrong with him?

✨

After a long but unsoothing soak in the tub, you return to bed. You put on a movie, and lay on your side as you curl up. You don't know what else to with yourself. You don't have the energy to bang or holler at the door.

The windows darken and cast a haze over you, adding to the darkness creeping through the silent house. You wish it would just be over. That he'd stop feeling sorry for you and just send you off. The only reason he hasn't is because you look like a beat cat. You saw yourself in the mirror, you are pathetic.

You roll onto your back and stare at the ceiling. The lock once more ticks. You lift your head as Loki enters. This time, with a tray. He places it on the dresser then comes to take your empty cup.

"Dinner, pet," he announces.

You sit up, leaning on the heels of your hands, "have you eaten?"

"Don't worry for me," he chimes in a shallow tone, "you must eat."

You push yourself straight and cross your arms, "will you eat with me?"

"I'm not hungry," he clinks the cup on the saucer.

"You should eat anyway--"

"I have," he interjects so quickly he must be lying.

"Loki," you stand and once more he's on the retreat.

"Please," you step closer and he evades you. "Why are you doing this? What did I do?"

He stops, just by the door. He clutches the cup tightly.

"You did nothing," he says, "and I should've done more."

He turns without another word, before you can think of any response, and leaves you to ponder his cryptic statement. You sigh and listen for the lock. Click. You look over at the tray of food.

There's enough for two there. More than. If he'd just come back, you'd share it with him and you could talk. 

If you weren't so afraid of talking, maybe life wouldn't be like this. If you'd been braver with your dad, asked him why he didn't love you, asked him what you could've done to make him. You think you're done being quiet.

Your stomach growls loudly as the scent of the pasta tugs at your nose. You near the dress and consider the heaping plate. It was nice of him but he shouldn't have to keep you like a mouse in a cage.

✨

Loki returns to gather your unfinished dinner. He doesn't linger, once more abandoning you to silence. You lay in bed, alone. He doesn't return.

The morning arrives and you get up to look out the window. You take in the greenery below, longing to sit among it. You open the pane as far as it will go and let in the scent of pollen and dew. The song of birds only has you distraught. You’ve never felt more desolate.

You shut the window and go back to bed. You’re exhausted. You can’t worry anymore. Not about him or even you. The dread is eating you up. You can’t fight the inevitable. So you’ll just let it happen. You give up.

You cocoon yourself in the blankets and close your eyes. You drift into a vague sleep. You hear the door and Loki’s voice but pretend to be asleep. You don’t want to talk to him when you won’t get much of a response. He can just get it over with already or leave you alone.

You slip back into unconsciousness. When you wake again, there’s a cup of cold tea and porridge waiting for you. You eat the gummy oats in stale milk and sip the tea. You roll back into the thick duvet and cling to the only escape you have; sleep.

The day passes in that pattern. You wake to nothing at all or a glass of water, a clementine, a turkey sandwich… The only marker of time is the hue leaking in through the window. The night welcomes you kindly into darkness and you sleep deeper than before. 

Another morning. Your head aches. You can’t sleep anymore. You can’t keep hiding in the blackness.

You moan and watch the sunlight on the ceiling. Loki lets himself in, the click of the lock announcing his arrival. He puts a cup of tea on the nightstand.

“Good morning,” he greets.

You don’t answer. He stands straight and peers down at you as you ignore his gaze. He hovers.

“Would you like me to draw you a bath?” He asks.

You blink and stay silent. You refuse to move.

“Pet…” he says tentatively.

You roll your back to him, “leave me alone.”

You hear him inhale but he keeps from his retort. He hums and clucks. His footsteps trail away from you, the door shutting gently right before the lock slides into the slot. If he’s going to lock you up, you’ll do the same. You’ll lock it all inside.

You don’t touch the tea. You get up to sit by the window and watch the cardinal soar in red smears in and out of the trees. Blue jays hop along branches and grackles peck at the grass. You cup your chin and lean on the window ledge as you imagine yourself out there.

The sun reaches its peak but Loki doesn’t show. Good. At least you understand each other. Your stomach growls but you ignore it. You go into the bathroom and draw another bath. You bask in the heat and emerge, less than refreshed as the grimness remains.

You knot a towel above your chest and stand at the mirror to change the bandages on your nose. The doctor told you how before he set his attention on Loki. You do your best to remember what he said. You finish, nose thrumming.

You go into the bedroom and stop short. Loki’s there at the foot of the bed. He looks at you as you enter. There’s some stubble around his jaw and his hair is uncombed.

“You are upset,” he says.

You shrug and cross your arms.

“You should be, I failed you,” he begins, “my brother…”

“Not that,” you say. “Loki, let me out.”

He leans back on his heel and peers over at the door. He returns his gaze to you, eyes narrowing. His jaw clenches and his throat tightens.

“Why?” He asks, “you’re safe here.”

You heave, “I’m tired. You need to let me go. You don’t want me and I don’t want this. I don’t want to be stuck inside forever. I don’t want to be a burden anymore…”

“You can’t go,” he shakes his head, “why… you think I don’t want you?”

You sniff and gulp tightly, “I’ll be okay. I’m feeling better and you don’t have to worry about me anymore.”

“I want you,” he says.

“No you don’t. You barely look at me. You leave me here all alone. You won’t sleep beside me, you won’t let me touch you. That’s what we agreed to, or maybe I misunderstood.”

He lowers his chin and sucks in his cheeks. He shifts on his feet and flutters his fingers at his side. He’s silent as you wait for his final word. Go, get out, leave.

“Loki!” You scare yourself as your voice rises, “you have to talk to me. You can’t do this. You can’t keep me here and just ignore me. You can’t… keep me in this prison.”

“Pet…” he murmurs, “I have to… I have to…”

“I can’t– I can’t do this. If you won’t tell me to go, then I’ll just go,” you warble, shaking, “I’m old enough to take care of myself.”

You go to the dresser and hastily grab clothes. You look at them, all you need is a top and a bottom, you must have some shoes on the mat. You storm towards the door but he catches your arm and spins you back, inserting himself in your path.

“Loki,” you clutch the clothing to your chest as you rip away from him. You back up, facing him as he blocks the door. “It’s okay, you don’t have to do this.”

He startles you as suddenly he’s charging at you. You stumble back, dropping the clothing as you backpedal away from him. Your heart lodges in your throat as flames lick in his irises. You hit the door frame as he corners you by the wall. 

His hands come up to frame your face and he leans in to kiss you. You squeak as his nose brushes your painfully and he grips you tightly, urging his tongue between your lips. You touch his arm, squeezing it as he devours you.

His urgency is terrifying. His arm loops around you as he presses himself against you, crushing you to the wall. He enshrines you and you hit the dresser as he throws you off balance. He staggers with you as you bounce off the wood. He keeps you against him, clinging to your lips as he moves blindly around the room.

You hit the footboard then the bedpost, grunting into his mouth as breathes you in. He stops you at the side of the bed and lifts you off your feet, breaking away to toss you onto the bed. You cry out as he crawls onto you, penning you in as he holds himself above you. He pants down at you as you writhe and whine.

“Loki…” you gasp.

“I want you,” he repeats, “I want you. You are mine,” he lowers himself to kiss your lips again, “all mine,” he pecks your cheek, “you belong to me.” His lips make a path along your jaw and down your neck.

You squirm as he covers you in kiss, tickling down your neck and across your shoulders. The towel slackens and falls open as he pins you down, your knees splayed around his. His fingertips brush along your skin as he dotes on every inch. Just along your chest as he follows the curve of it.

You look down at his dark hair, hanging in a disarray of coil. You clutch the blankets beneath you and murmur. He stops and flips back his locks, looking at you. His gaze gleams with desperation. His hand frames one side of your chest and his eyes cling to yours as he slowly leans down to kiss the swell of your breast.

“I will show you how I want you,” he rasps.