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peachypinkygloss · 1 year

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money is success — kth

Son of a powerful business owner, Taehyung rules the society, strictly surrounding himself with rich people. Money is his success, his greatest pride. Too immersed in his work, he doesn't realize the love story he's missing on until it's gone.

➝ pairing: rich kid!taehyung x rich kid/fem!reader (ft. seokjin)

➝ genre: childhood friends to lovers, friends with benefits, high society au, unrequited love, angst, smut

➝ word count: 10.4k

➝ warnings: reader's a brat, tae's kinda mean but he loves her (he won't admit it though), he's also a brotherly figure to her, daddy jin (he's like the devil in disguise but idc he's hot), age difference, insecurity, possessiveness, dom tae/sub reader, degradation and praising, sir kink, sensory deprivation, unprotected sex, oral (m), orgasm denial, tummy bulging, thigh riding, monster cock...?, facial.

a.n.: i talk too much

playing: Hanging High & National Anthem

You are not a woman that any guy could handle, that's obvious. Even Taehyung himself wonders how he still hasn't lost his sanity by being by your side so often. Sure, not all women are delicate and polite, but can you not be dramatic for at least one night? It's becoming a habit of yours at this point.

"Doll, can you please calm down?" Taehyung asks you in a stern voice, still octaves lower than yours, but serious enough for you to listen to him.

It's a weak attempt to get you go down the stairs because the only thing you decide to hear right now is the sound of your own voice. If Taehyung didn't know you attended theatre class in high school, he would maybe believe in your act at the moment.

"I'm not your doll, Kim Taehyung!" You shout, throwing your little tantrum in the middle of the stairs that lead to Taehyung's bedroom. Your words resonate through the immensity of his house, so big you actually imagine yourself on the scene, above everyone so they can all lay their eyes on you.

Maybe the alcohol in your blood also influences your actions, but your personality is responsible for the most part. You're also mad about something else, something really stupid in Taehyung's opinion, but that's why you're acting like you're the queen of the world. Up those stairs, nobody can touch you, no one is strong enough to get to you and stop you.

Not even Taehyung, who doesn't bother to walk the few stairs that separate you both from each other. In reality, it's all just an illusion because everyone knows that he's more powerful, more serious, richer, stronger... more everything than you.

"You might think I am! Bringing me to all those boring parties..." Your arms move everywhere as you talk, trying to emphasize your words, to bring more effect to your speech, but you just look silly up those stairs in your skimpy short dress. "Exhibiting me to your business partners, or whatever their names were, because of my money. You want to impress them... show that you can get a girl like me at your arm."

You point a finger to your chest, narrowing your eyes at Taehyung as your other hand stays on your hip. Oh, he knows you could hurt him really badly if you wanted to, but luckily for him, you would never. As bratty as you seem, you're his little puppy to whom he can do whatever he wants.

"Okay, I want you to come down stairs right now, am I being clear?" You pretend to be thinking about his question - even though it's an order, shifting your gaze to the side and biting down on your bottom lip.

Taehyung feels himself getting more and more annoyed as the time passes, wondering how he got himself stuck with a brat like you. The story is not complicated; two powerful families, one son and one daughter becoming friends through an economic alliance between their rich parents.

So he knows why he is in this situation. He's taking care of you because if not, who else would? Not you, that's for sure. You're too irresponsible for that, too immature to comprehend the real world.

You finally sigh, and Taehyung thinks you will comply, but nothing's that easy with you. "No, I don't think so," you say with an exaggerated pout on your lips and you flick your hair behind your shoulder.

"If you don't-"

You cut him off right away, not afraid of his threats at all. "You will count to three, Taehyungie? Is that what you'll do? Hmm?" You bat your eyelashes, smiling deviously when you notice that your remark makes him angrier. "Will you spank me, Sir? Will you make me scream your name so loud it's gonna be the only thing I can remember?" You mock him, using the same words he loves to tell you in bed.

You feel so powerful at the top of your tower, but Taehyung will make sure that you fall from it very hard so you understand who's superior here.

When he's about to retort, you run up the stairs, not looking once behind you. You don't want to listen to him and you won't as well. You like being chased, that's something Taehyung noticed about you since you two were teenagers.

Boys come to you - not the opposite. It caused you to suffer from the stupidness of some jocks, only seeing you as a body, as a girl who baldly needs male attention.

This habit of acting hard to get is a façade, though. Or maybe you just really like Taehyung, letting him use you however he wants because he's the only man who truly knows you. Inside and outside out, he knows every part of you, even the ones you try to hide.

He calls your name, expecting you to come back, but you don't. He sighs and decides to follow you, giving in to your whims. If someone has to put you back into your place, it has to be him. Hard to handle, but never for too long...

He approaches his bedroom, the door is already wide open. You're probably in there, doing whatever your bratty self wants to at the moment. Perhaps going through his closet, discarding his neatly folded clothes on the floor, opening his drawers, shuffling through his box of expensive jewelry. Making a mess of his room because you cannot stand how Taehyung's life is so organized while yours seems to be nothing but a black hole.

Engulfing everything, leaving nothing behind but empty places. Like your heart and your family.

When he enters, it is exactly how he imagined it. You are acting childish, and sometimes he feels like he's your older brother, having to scold his little sister. The only difference here is that he fucks you and he's not your brother by any means, just two years older than you.

His eyes lay on your figure coming out of the bathroom, perceiving your pair of heels on the tiled floor near the bath. He should be upset, but he's not, not really. That's how it is every time, and you never fail to get your frustration out on him and he surely doesn't miss to fuck the attitude out of you later.

Being friends with the daughter of a rich CEO has its advantages and disadvantages. One being the reputation that comes with it, and the other the outburst of rage that little body of a woman can create. You are important to him, too, but why should he care about his emotions when they usually bring bad things?

"Do you care about me?" Your question makes his eyebrows lift up by surprise. Are you really asking him that? A silly little question that doesn't even deserve to be asked as the answer is so obvious.

You look at him with desperation in your eyes, anger going down while sadness is taking over.

"Don't be so silly, doll."

"Answer me!" You yell and Taehyung's breath is cut short.

He remains calm while you're freaking out for some reason. You couldn't think he didn't care about you, could you? Solely because he brings you to his business parties. Maybe you're right, maybe it has an exhibit aspect to make you follow him around so you can tell everyone your name and that it's associated with his.

"I do," he steps closer and you have to raise up your head to look at him, "A lot."

"I don't believe you," you say rapidly after, just to contradict him.

He eyes you up and down, taking his time to respond, making you languish for him. You're frail compared to him, and you keep your head up no matter what, only lowering it when he asks you to submit.

Taehyung is the only person on this planet to know your weaknesses and despite everything, he never uses them against you. You're naturally submissive, that's all. If he's forcing something out of you it's certainly not the pathetic little moans you make when he pounds his dick into your hole.

He cups your face, holding it tightly, his fingers pressing on each one of your cheeks. "Then don't. Why would I give a shit?" He shifts his hand over your throat, enveloping it with his large palm. You say nothing and swallow your pride, him feeling the movement under his hand. "Undress and lay on the bed. Don't make me repeat myself or I will severely make you regret your little tantrum of earlier."

"Yes, Sir."

He keeps you close for an extra second, boring his eyes into yours, lacing his dominant aura over your poor little body. Eventually, he lets you go. He hears you breathing heavily, heart beating as fast as the flapping of a humming bird's wings.

He scans his room, seeing his clothes scattered all over his floor and his shoes off the shelves. What a fucking brat. Begging for his attention when his eyes never leave you, never. He gives you everything he has; his time, his care, his love, his cock. Still not enough.

He walks to his closet, letting you time to get naked and execute what he asked you to do. He bends down, picking up a pair of trousers that was previously folded perfectly before being thrown on the floor carelessly. He folds it again, placing it on the shelf. He looks around him, sighing in exasperation.

He then opens his ties' drawer that didn't get destroyed by you, fortunately. He takes two of them, laying them on his open palm. He comes back to you and he's satisfied to see you totally naked, sitting on the middle of the bed.

You crawl over the edge when he stands in front of it, waiting to tell you further instructions. "Give me your wrists." When you do, he passes the cloth under them and then over, finally tying them together. He pulls on it to verify the knot is strong enough and uses his second tie to band your eyes.

Though, you flinch away before he can. "No, please..." You mumble, looking at him with pleading eyes.

"Stop being such a brat, I'm tired of your nasty attitude," he grabs your bicep to pull you closer, tying his tie behind your head. You're deprived of your most essential sense and even though it's not the first time he has done this to you, you're still disoriented and afraid.

"Sir, please," you beg him, but it's useless at this point. He has you in his grip, he can do whatever he wants and you have no right to complain.

He takes a hold of your jaw again and his grip is tight, hurting you, leaving an indelible mark. But you don't mind, not at all.

"You're going to let me use your little body however I want without complaining," he's looking at you, but of course, you can't do the same. It makes him feel good. You have such a powerful name, yet you're a submissive little girl with him. Your status means nothing in a moment like this. "Do you understand, doll?"

He glances at your mouth and he can't help but inserts two fingers in, slowly pushing your lips apart from each other. He presses his digits down on your tongue, covering them in your spit. He loves your mouth, so annoying, but when he puts it to good use, it's perfect.

You nod, closing your lips around his slender fingers. "Good," he says lowly, just loud enough for you to hear. His digits don't stay long in your mouth, he pulls them out when he feels like you will finally listen to him. He taps your cheek, wetting it with your own saliva. You flinch slightly, your head tilting to the side.

He backs away and you whine, disliking the fact you can't feel him against you anymore. The only hint that lets you know Taehyung's there is the clanking of his belt buckle.

This sound always makes your breath go erratic and your heart drum in your chest. You know what that means and the thought of having his dick down your throat does something to you. A wave of heat goes between your legs, clenching your thighs to feel some type of friction since Taehyung is not providing you anything.

"Tonight was important for me," he begins, skillfully unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. Goosebumps travel all along your body, anticipation creeping into you. "You knew it pertinently..." He continues, summarizing your evening in a calm tone, tricking you into thinking he might be gentle with you.

He likes to do that; luring you in to better break you after. Love comes with pain and no relationship can be perfect. There's always a crack somewhere, huge or small, that can't be repaired unless you replace it.

But sometimes you don't want to replace it because you're simply emotionally attached to it. Then, the crack stays forever, but we learn to ignore it or to work with it. That's how Taehyung does it with you, he works with your flaws.

"You look pretty beside me, don't you think?" He asks and you nod, giving a positive answer to his question. He tugs on his boxers, freeing his thick cock out. You don't see it, but you sense it. "Right, you're so beautiful, why wouldn't I want to show you to my colleagues?"

He steps closer and grips his base, guiding it toward your face. He swipes the mushroom head across your lips and you taste his pre-cum on your tongue.

"I- I don't know, I'm sorry," you mumble against his dick, feeling small and vulnerable under him. If you thought being pathetic would endear him, you're wrong.

He chuckles, laughing at you, at your lack of responsiveness. Starting the night by roaring like a tigress and ending it by meowing like a kitten. Pathetic, yes, but not smart.

"Why do I even bother asking you," he wonders, talking to himself rather than to you. "You have no brain." He concludes the talk with that, pinching your nose between his thumb and index finger.

You're forced to open your mouth, chasing the air as it was stopped from entering your nostrils. A trick he learned in the early days of being sexually active with women, especially with the ones that refused to obey. He quickly operated it on you, finding its utility indispensable since you have the habit of not listening to him.

He pushes his cock into your mouth with his other hand, making you take a mouthful of it. Your mouth expends to accommodate the sheer size of his erection, weighing on your tongue, stuffing you full of himself.

You inevitably choke around it, he's too big for your poor little mouth. You might be sassy, but you never understood how to properly suck a cock. You're too dumb for that. And you're not a people pleaser, obviously, but it's not much of an issue for Taehyung. If you can't do it, he'll do it himself.

Nonetheless, you still try, opening your mouth to welcome him in. He lets go of your nose and you eagerly breathe through it. You flatten your tongue underneath him and drool doesn't miss to drip down your chin, making a mess.

He always stays in long enough for you to not be able to breathe correctly anymore, wanting to feel your throat contract around him. Despite your airflow being restricted, you don't pull him out or tap his thigh. You endure the intrusion of his girth in your mouth because that's what you're meant to do.

He grits his teeth, loving the warmth and the wetness of your mouth, enjoying every second until you finally gag repeatedly around him. He takes a handful of your hair, pulling on it to get his cock away from you. A strand of saliva connects your lips to his swollen tip and you cough, your throat burning painfully.

It drives him crazy having you so weak under his grip. Your tiny body kneeling in front of him, shaking and aching - you don't complain, as he ordered you not to. You love that as much as he does.

"So fragile, but you still want to be seen as strong," he observes, noting the clenching of your thighs and the wetness pooling from between your legs. "You're not meant to be in charge, puppy."

He directs his penis between your lips once again, sliding in just nicely. Tight, but that's how he likes it. His tip brushes the back of your throat and his dick twitches happily, buried deep into your mouth. He uses your face as a flesh light, bouncing your head on him as he pleases.

Taehyung groans, throwing his head back while still having his eyes down on you, "You're meant to be my cumslut, doll. That's all, only my little bitch who follows me around."

You hum around his cock, agreeing with him. What is the point of denying when clearly, you spend all of your time with Taehyung, never leaving his side as he's the only reason why you wake up every day.

His fingers pass through your hair, brushing it down and gripping them in his fist. He guides your mouth slowly and you move your head at his desired pace. His growing pubic hair sting your lips each time you reach the base of his dick, your nose pressing against his pelvis.

"Ah, shit-" he grunts and he can't stand the layers of clothes he has on his shoulders any longer. "Keep moving your head, baby..." He says breathlessly, his hand leaving your hair to remove his blazer off him. The clothing falls on the floor in a thud, joining your dress and panties.

It's more difficult than you thought sucking a cock as long as Taehyung's while being blindfolded. You balance yourself forward with your hands, holding on the edge of the bed, his tie still around your wrists.

You move your head up and down over his hard erection, eliciting deep moans from him. He rapidly unbuttons his white shirt, throwing it away as soon as possible.

You're sucking his dick so messily, eagerly engulfing the whole length into your mouth as if Taehyung was going to disappear. That's how he knows his cock is the only one you've ever tasted because you eat his like it's your first meal, staining the outline of your mouth with your drool.

He lets you work for some time, looking down at his shaft going in and out of your mouth, glistening in your spit. You feel the veins under your lips and the hardness of his cock on your tongue, so long it has you bobbing your head until the muscles of your neck hurt.

"You're fucking hungry, slow down a lil' bit. You're going to choke," he warns you mockingly, but he's genuinely concerned that you're going to suffocate around his cock at this rhythm.

You take a break as his tip remains in your mouth and you suckle gently on it. You lick it, taking a breath between each one. Taehyung loses interest even though you mean every lick you're giving to his pretty cock.

Taehyung exhales loudly, almost as dramatic as your tantrum of before. "Useless," he insults you, his voice sounding like a whisper. He places his hand over your throat and thrusts into your mouth as he brings your head closer to his crotch.

You whine, but the noise is muffled by his thick cock into your mouth. He tightens his grip around your neck, loving the gagging sounds your throat is producing.

But then, he pushes you away by your throat, slipping out of your warm and wet mouth. You're lost for a second, panting as you wait for something else to happen. Taehyung lifts his cock up against his toned stomach and forces your head down toward the base of his shaft.

"Suck my balls," he breathes out.

You part your lips and suck up one of his balls into your mouth gently, knowing that this area is fragile. It feels heavy on your tongue, but you love it. The spiky hair tingles your lips and skin, your ears graced by the sounds of Taehyung's grunts. You coat his balls in your spit and the tip of your nose brushes against his wet cock.

Your back is aching from behind arched like this and your limbs feel sore as well, the blood not circulating well. Fortunately for you, he decides he's finished with your mouth as he pulls your head away from his crotch.

He pushes you against the mattress and a little gasp leaves you, his action taking you by surprise. He undresses from his bottoms, now as equally naked as you. His knees dip into the bed as he straddles you, but you move back on your butt despite the fire burning at the pit of your stomach.

Your back meets Taehyung's pillows and you can't run away anymore, totally at his mercy. "Taehyung-" His name comes shakily out of your mouth, sensing his body hovering over yours. You're a little mouse caught under a big cat's paw.

"What did you call me?" His tone is menacing, daring you to make another mistake.

"I'm sorry, Sir. I'm- I'm just nervous..." You admit shyly, keeping your arms close to your chest.

He eyes your body up and down and he softens, seeing your legs shaking. He flattens his palm over your heart, feeling it thundering in your chest. His touch warms you and you remember why you love him so much even if he doesn't feel the same for you.

He cares, it would be simpler if he just didn't. This way, you wouldn't have a reason to love him.

"It's okay," he murmurs, tracing the outline of your breast and running his fingers down your cleavage to then softly caress your tummy. It goes up and down rapidly and he finds it amazing how all of your other senses are more sensitive, flinching every time he lays his hand on you.

He positions himself between your legs, bending down over you and placing his arms on each side of your shoulders. His breath fans across your face and you slightly frown your eyebrows, silently begging for him to pamper you in kisses.

He notices you searching for his lips, extending your neck toward him. He can't reject you, not when you look as pathetic as right now. So he dives in, settling his pillowy lips down on yours. You're relieved, kissing him like nothing else matters.

You whine during your exchange, stroking Taehyung's chest with your small, tied up hands. He lets you touch him, liking the way your nails scratch his burning skin, leaving white trails behind you. He takes a hold of your jaw, always needing to have control over you even when you're trapped under his larger body.

He tilts his head to the side, deepening the kiss, dominating you with his tongue in your mouth. It's a short exchange, but it feels like the contrary; it's everything you needed, a pure and gentle sign of love.

Just when the butterflies in your stomach were happily flapping their wings, he breaks the kiss. He sits back on his heels and holds the back of your thighs up, pushing them toward your chest. Your cunt is completely exposed to him, glistening from your juices.

He licks his lips at the sight, your pussy just seems so delectable right now. He can't resist from having a taste and dips his fingers through your folds, collecting some of your arousal on his digits. He brings them to his mouth and he sucks them clean, furrowing his eyebrows when he tastes you on his tongue. Always so sweet.

"Sir, please, can you-" You stop yourself when his palm lands harshly on your pussy, rubbing so deliciously your puffy clit and splattering your juices everywhere on his bed sheets.

"You only speak when talked to, baby." Normally, he allows you to speak and scream whenever you want, but guess tonight isn't one of those usual nights. So you seal your mouth shut, not wanting to go against him again.

He reports his attention in between your legs, slapping his tip on your clit, making you squirm as whimpers leave your mouth. He circles your hole with his cock, playing with your pussy lips and swiping his mushroom head between them. You clench your walls and Taehyung notices it, watching your little pussy quivering helplessly.

He finally settles down, pushing in, stretching you out around his long and thick cock. You gasp, your mouth hanging open, and arch your back, this one lifting from the mattress.

"Mmh-!" You refrain yourself from saying anything because usually you would say his name, but you don't want to anger Taehyung even more. You would like to sink your nails in his back to inflict him the pain he's putting on you right now, but your wrists are still attached together.

"Fuck," he moans into the crook of your neck, his soft hair tickling your face. "Always so tight. No one's fucking this pussy beside me, am I right, doll?" He stays buried inside of you, balls touching your ass, so you can get used to his size.

His cock is long and curvy, pulsating in the comfort of your velvety walls. No lubricant needed, just your wetness. This is how Taehyung likes it, raw and sensual, wanting to feel your pussy clenching around his dick.

"No one..." You confirm, locking your legs behind his back. "Only you, Sir," you whisper the words he wanted to hear, amplifying the possessiveness he has toward you.

"Good girl," he groans, giving you a deep hip thrust, claiming your pussy - your whole body and mind - as his own. "Only me..." He repeats, so the both of you remember that you're his, no matter what.

With that, he begins pounding hard into you, but so slowly it makes you question the real meaning of his touches. Is it just for the sake of having sex? Or does he also feel the connection between you two?

But for Taehyung, fucking doesn't have to be fast - where's the true pleasure in that?

When he slides in, his cock grazes your bud of nerves and hits the magic spot inside of you that makes you see stars. He rolls his hips against you swiftly and you want to grip his butt, scratch his honey skin, impregnate your odour on him. As much as you love being his, you wish you could call him yours, too.

You raise your arms, incapable of keeping them for you anymore, and search for Taehyung's face, finding it pretty quickly. You run your fingers on him, deciphering his nose and lips under your digits. He grunts, but doesn't stop you, rocking his hips against yours.

A little gasp escapes from your lips as Taehyung bites your finger that was tracing the shape of his bottom lip, trapping the digit between his teeth. He doesn't force, only holds it, and your stomach flutters.

You pull on your finger and he loosens his jaw, letting you go. You resume your previous actions, going up to his hair and gripping it, pulling on strands of hair. He grasps your arm and passes your tied up hands over his head, settling down around his neck. You moan contently, loving having Taehyung's chest flush against yours, the position squishing your breasts between your two bodies.

He sucks on a patch of skin on your neck, licking and biting it. His tip can't stop leaking pre-cum, so happy to be in your tight, wet cunt, impatiently waiting to blow his load into your sloppy pussy. Wet sounds fill the room, occasionally accompanied by the noise of his balls slapping against your ass.

You're whining while Taehyung is moaning, hissing when he thrusts in, feeling your walls closing around him. You pull on the hair at the nap of his neck, scratching his scalp by the same occasion. It feels animalistic, all the grunts and pants, his cock fucking your little hole restlessly to satisfy both of your sexual needs.

"Mmh, fuck. You're so wet, baby," he mumbles against your neck, his hot breath tickling your skin, sending shivers all over your body. "Soaking wet..." He rasps out, holding your hips tightly, long fingers digging in your flesh.

One of his hands moves up to your face while the other stays on your hip and he pulls up your blindfold, allowing you to set your gaze on him, finally able to see him. You blink up at him in awe, your heartbeat accelerating when Taehyung's face is centimetres away from yours.

"Never disobey me again, please, fuck-" He places his forehead against yours, looking into your eyes before he closes them, his mouth hanging open. He's in ecstasy, bucking his hips into yours, sliding balls deep into your little quivering hole.

Your thighs shake beside his torso, both from staying up for a long time and the orgasm threatening to arrive. You don't respond and he hopes it's only because the pleasure is too overwhelming and not because that's something you can't promise him.

Instead, you push his head toward you and catch his lips, moaning into the kiss. He devours your mouth, not letting you a second to breathe, giving you open-mouthed kisses everywhere. His big hand travels along your body, sliding down between your tits and caressing your belly, where he's pleasantly surprised to feel the tip of his cock bulging in.

He pushes down on your tummy and you moan out into his mouth, nails sinking into his neck, leaving small crescent forms. He breaks the kiss, but keeps his sweaty forehead against yours, both panting onto each other's faces.

"God, do you feel that, puppy?" He asks in a husky voice, but sounding almost whiny, as if this situation is slowly destroying his sanity - in a good way.

You lazily look down and Taehyung shifts his hand to the side, letting you see what he is talking about. He pushes in and you get the glimpse of his cock moving in your belly. He watches it too, groaning like an animal at the sight.

"So big..." You add on, dizzy and a little dumb from Taehyung's dick fucking your leaking pussy.

He only hums, replacing his hand over the bulge in your tummy. He could get off just at that thought, being so deep into you he almost reaches your belly button.

After all this time, you never left his side. He's the one who possesses your first kiss, your virginity, your heart and your literal soul. If you leave, then you say goodbye to all of those. So when it hurts the most, you push him to his limits because that's the only way you can have his attention on you, feel like everything he took from you wasn't a loss.

"Taehyung, Taehyung..." You exclaim under your breath and he snaps his eyes up at you, ready to smack your ass, but the next words you say dissuade him from doing it. "Please, I love you," you whine out, tears forming at the corners of your eyes and pussy contracting around his thick cock. "Love you too much..."

He knows it, and yet, you're stupid enough to confess it over and over again. Even though he'll always keep his feelings locked in cage, destroying the key after, yours encourage him to fuck you harder.

He picks up your hips, settling you at the perfect level for him to hit your sweet spot repeatedly, never missing a beat. "Oh, I'm sure you do, baby," Taehyung clashes his hips against yours, making you slide up on the bed from the intensity of his thrusts. He keeps you close, handling your hips down on his hard cock.

"Oh! Tae-" Your voice breaks, ending into a sinful moan, eyes rolling back into your skull.

Because of his tie sealing your wrists together, Taehyung can't sit up, but he hovers over you slightly, enough for him to pound into your messy cunt mercilessly. It has you melting into his hands, his fingerprints inked into your skin, your neck butchered by his previous love bites.

"Shit, I'm close," he exhales heavily, hissing and gritting his teeth as if he's full of anger, but the knot at the pit of his stomach is only tightening, making him clench his jaw. His abs flex, thighs tensing up, hands shaking.

Your release is approaching too, but something tells you Taehyung's intentions are not in your favour.

He thrusts in and out fast until he comes to a halt, burying himself in you, pelvis flushed against your clit. "Ah, fuck, fuck..." He groans and with a twitch of his long cock, he shoots his hot cum into your little pussy. Loads of it come out of his wet tip, painting your walls white, marking his territory.

He pants, looking into your eyes, seeing the worry passing through them. He doesn't react when you call his name, pulling on strands of hair, squirming around. He gives a weak thrust, milking himself dry.

"Taehyung, keep going!" You pout, thumping your feet against the mattress. "Please-" He shuts you up by a kiss, opening and closing his mouth over yours, distracting you while he slips his softening penis out of your cunt.

He backs away and removes your arms from around his neck, quickly untying the knot. He rolls to the side, discarding his tie somewhere on the floor of his bedroom. He doesn't think too much about it before passing an arm around your waist, bringing you against his chest.

You accept his embrace, laying your face against his burning skin. The lights are turned off and this is what concludes your night with Taehyung. You close your eyelids and your tears roll down your cheeks. You cry silently after checking that he's deep into sleep.

Early in the morning, you escape Taehyung's bed. You put your clothes back on, leaving the room on your tiptoes, but of course, he was awake all this time.

"Don't forget that we're attending the Grand opening of Min's society tomorrow night," he says, his eyes still closed. "Put something green on."

You want to say 'fuck off', but you only huff, closing the door in a thud behind you.

You're wearing a short green dress with thin straps, four inches black stilettos and the smallest purse you've ever carried. You followed Taehyung's orders to the letter, despite your will not to. Green suits you the best and you wouldn't have matched his pretty custom made suit.

Entering the elevator, you press the button that will take you to the eleventh floor. What is there on the eleventh floor? You don't know and that's not something you care about at the moment.

Just when the doors are about to close, a hand sneaks in, making the doors open again. You frown, wondering who would want to escape the Grand opening at the same time as you.

The figure of a beautiful tall man is revealed to you, a fluffy head of black hair parted in the middle. Thick and sharp eyebrows, heart-shaped lips, broad shoulders... This man has everything for him. Who is he?

He smiles when he sees you, not a polite one, but a smile that lets you know he's already aware of who you are. It disconcerts you that this stranger may know you when you have no clue of what his name can be. A friend of the host? Taehyung's colleague? Or just another rich man who got his fortune from his father?

Though he seems old, much more mature and experienced than you, there is something jovial about his gaze. Something playful, something that warns you he won't bore you out.

As he joins you into the elevator, he checks the buttons and notices the blue light around the eleventh. He leaves it like that, leaning his back against the wall, shoving his large hands into his pockets.

He turns his head in your direction, smirking when you don't dare looking his way. The doors finally close, trapping you alone with this handsome stranger. "You're Kim Taehyung's girlfriend, aren't you?" His voice is not as deep as you would have thought, but it's still manly and really soft.

So he knows you. You wonder what he heard about you, good or bad things?

"I wouldn't say that I am." Because if you were, you would be at his arm right now, at the head of your father's company. You would be a hard and serious worker, leading your business to success and blah-blah-blah.

You would be exactly like him, but you're not.

"Hmm, I see. Hard to handle," he states, not having to talk to you more to understand what kind of attitude you have.

"Excuse me, do I know you, old man?" You turn around, which makes the man smirk, exactly what he wanted you to do. You bark, but don't bite. Everything's always an act.

He tsks, stepping closer to you. You have your arms crossed over your chest, trying to look intimidating, but you just remind him of a child puffing out her chest to appear stronger. "Old man? Oh, sweetheart, how old do you think I am?"

You narrow your eyes at him, pretending to scan his face, as if you really think he's that old. Hardly thirty-five, that's for sure. "I don't know, probably forty," you bluff, making him laugh heartedly. "Only creeps follow women into an elevator."

He shakes his head, chuckling as he licks his lips, bending down to have his eyes on the same level as yours. "I'm twice your age, little girl. You better show me some respect or I'll make you regret acting like a fucking bitch with me," he grasps your bicep and before he can do anything else, a ting resonates in the elevator.

He makes your heart accelerate and your breath quicken, swallowing as he holds eye contact with you. It's like with Taehyung, but something is consequently different with this man. He doesn't have empathy for you, he doesn't know your barriers and he certainly doesn't care about you.

This feeling is new and thrilling. You like it, you're curious to see where you can go, how further he'll bring you into Hell.

The only place Taehyung has ever made you discover is Heaven, the sadness and loneliness of it. A magnificent white paradise, but so silent and empty it makes you hate it more and more each time.

As if he realized what he was doing, he straightens his back and moves away from you. He eyes the panel, pressing the first button, the one leading to the indoor parking. The eleventh floor is long forgotten, somewhere you'll never step into anymore.

"What's your name?" You ask normally, like he didn't just threaten you. But you know how men like him function. Their words mean nothing, only their actions will let you know what they expect from you.

"Seokjin," he responds mindlessly as he searches for something in his pocket. "But for you, it's Mr. Kim," he pulls out his car keys, raising up his gaze to check on which level you're on; the fifth.

You bite down on your lip at that, your pussy already mewling. You think you heard his name before, one of Mr. Min's most faithful friends. You wonder why he's leaving the opening then, but it doesn't matter anymore as the elevator's doors open, the familiar ting signalling you you're on the parking lot floor.

"Does Mr. Kim want me to keep him company?" You flirt, completely oblivious to the future consequences your nasty tongue will bring you.

You follow Seokjin behind, him looking over his shoulder to send you a smirk. You pass in front of Taehyung's car and you feel a little bit guilty, but you rapidly erase this feeling. You don't own him shit.

You watch his tall figure walking and you can't help but find him so powerful. His age is still a mystery to you, but you have a clue that he's at least ten years older than you. It excites you so much, you've never been with a man like Seokjin before. Well, you've never been with that many men in your life, but still.

"Shouldn't you be with your boyfriend, little girl?" He presses a button on his car key, unlocking his car's doors from afar. The lights of a white Mercedes turn on. It looks brand new as you can see Seokjin's reflection on the body.

"Taehyung's not my boyfriend," you grumble, rolling your eyes. "And I don't have to be with him twenty-four seven. I'm a big girl," you stop walking when he does too, turning around to face you. "Where are you going?"

He tilts his head to the side, finding you particularly curious. Even after calling you a bitch, you still crave his attention. "Home," he fidgets with his keys, his long fingers passing through the metal loops, making them turn around on his finger.

"Kids and wife waiting for you?" You toddle toward him, slowly closing the distance between you two.

He scoffs before answering. "I don't have a wife, and surely not kids," he eyes you closely, watching the corners of your mouth lift into a smug smile.

"My presence won't be such a bother then, right?"

Arms around Seokjin's neck, you hump his thigh like a deprived virgin, whining and moaning so loudly you're sure the neighbours can hear you. Oh, why does doing something wrong feels so good?

He gropes your breasts, gritting his teeth at the filthy view you're offering him. The material of his trousers rubs deliciously against your pussy and as he tenses up the muscles of his thigh, that's when you think you see stars.

"Oh! Mr. Kim..." You can't believe you're still not calling this man by his beautiful name, but you get it. Well, you think you get it because how unfair is it to refuse you from calling him by his own name during sex?

No names, no attachments, no feelings.

A stupid girl like you dry humping a man in his thirties while Taehyung must be searching for you right now, how unconscious have you become? Love makes you do crazy things.

He slaps your butt, leaving his handprint behind, and you moan at the stinging pain. You're totally naked and Seokjin only has his cock out, stroking it as he watches you rut your hips on his thigh.

He's long, really fucking long, but not as thick as Taehyung. You know this dick has seen so many pussies before you and will see more after. You normally don't do things like that, fucking men you didn't know about hours ago, but it's clearly in your attitude to do things out of impulsivity.

"Mmh, look at this," his free hand lays on your waist, no need to guide you as you move your hips up and down on his thigh greedily. "Fucking my thigh like you never got dicked before..." He observes and you can't deny the fact that your pussy's on fire. You're so horny it doesn't even make sense.

Surely it's because Taehyung left you hanging high as a punishment, your poor clit throbbing and begging for a little bit of attention. You didn't even masturbate, you don't really know why, maybe because it wouldn't have been the same.

So all your frustration has builded up in your tummy, only waiting for a gentleman to give you a hand. It should've been Taehyung, it should have... You'd have probably got on your knees and begged him to just put that dick inside your cunt. Yeah, you'd have done that or something similar at least.

But you fell upon a beautiful man and it doesn't matter whether or not your encounter was planned. Seokjin was there, Taehyung was not.

"Rub that wet pussy on me, little girl, go on," Seokjin encourages you and your eyes roll back in your skull, breathy moans escaping your mouth. He gently and slowly runs his hand on his length, the loose skin folding on itself.

"Y-Yes... Feels so good," you whine out, pulling on the hair at the nape of his neck. He groans at the pain, gritting his teeth like an animal. "Mr. Kim, I'm really... really close," you announce to the man, closing your eyes and throwing your head back.

His slender fingers dig into the flesh of your waist, nails sinking in as well. He grips his cock tightly at the base, stopping his strokes as he lays his hooded eyes on your fucked up face. "Little slut, you have no shame, do you?" He encircles your waist with his strong arm, pulling your naked chest flushed against his.

As you hump him, your nipples brush against the material of his white shirt, making your stomach clench. He kneads your ass with his big palm, teasing your little asshole with his middle finger. You shiver from his actions, hiding your face in the crook of his neck.

His cock twitches and he can't wait to shove it down your throat. You chase your orgasm, feeling the pleasure bubbling in your belly. You rut your hips frantically against his thigh, his pants now fully soaked from your juices. You hope he doesn't mind having his expensive clothes stained.

"Cumming for another man... I pray for you he doesn't find out," he whispers in your ear, laughing cruelly after. "Come on, princess, show me how much of a big girl you are..." Seokjin has no remorse, that's for sure. Only the most evil people enjoy seeing others suffer.

At the moment, you have no remorse at all as well. You want your release and that's it.

"Mmh-!" Spasms take over you, thighs and arms shaking, humping Seokjin like there's no tomorrow. "Oh, my God!" You mumble in the crook of his neck, hips stuttering as your orgasm explodes in you.

You feel your heartbeat in your bud of nerves, telling you just how good of an orgasm it was.

"You ruined my pants... You're lucky I like you," he lets go of his cock to grip the back of your neck, pulling you upwards. "Because normally, I wouldn't let that slide." His expression is unreadable, or he just doesn't have any emotion. You think the latter option is more accurate.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Kim," you apologize and pout, crunching his shirt between your fists on his shoulders.

He presses his fingers on each side of your neck, applying more pressure as he observes your face contorts in pain. It's as if he analyses your reactions, noting how your eyebrows furrow when his thumb digs forcefully on your jugular.

It feels like a predator playing with his prey, watching it suffer in pain before eating it. He said he would let it slide, but apparently Seokjin isn't good at sticking to his words.

"Mr. Kim-" You call him, small pearls falling from your eyes. His gaze follows the tear rolling down your cheek, hanging down on your jaw. The pressure slowly disappears as he looks back up at you, his grip leaving your neck.

"On your knees, princess. I'm not done with you," he orders and you nod repeatedly, getting down from his lap. "I hope you know how to suck a cock because if you don't, I'll be obligated to fuck your mouth," he says as he settles his elbow against the armrest, rubbing his chin between his index and thumb. "And I'm not known to be particularly gentle..."

You position yourself between his legs, glancing up at him with uncertain eyes. It's not that you don't know, it's just that Taehyung never taught you and it's not like you could've practiced with other boys. He always takes control of your mouth and rarely lets you do it on your own.

So you doubt your skills will impress Seokjin, but you wish it'll be enough for him to not face fuck you, especially if he's particularly rough.

You've barely laid your eyes on his enormous cock that he already takes a handful of your hair in his fist. "Don't make me wait, little girl," he pushes you closer until your head is shoved onto his crotch. You feel his hard erection straining across your face, long and pulsating angrily.

You whimper a little, trying to back away, but he holds your face in place. "Mr. Kim, I can't-" Your lips graze his dick as you speak and this position is really not comfy for you.

"Are you telling me a slutty bitch like you can't take a dick in her mouth?" He asks severely, eyes filled with burning anger. Or is it desire? You shake your head the best you can from side to side, swallowing as you feel small and totally defenceless under him. "Then fucking do it."

He doesn't need to tell you twice, surely not while looking at you so menacingly.

You open your mouth and close it, giving kisses to his beautiful length. You do so until you're met with his tip, pre-cum spilling on your lips. His hand grips at your scalp, tightening his fist around your hair, making you wince in pain.

You swirl your tongue around his mushroom head, passing your pink muscle over the slit, smearing the pre-cum and your drool over his hard cock. You play with the tip because you don't want to engulf the whole thing in your mouth, you're not even sure you can.

You're used to Taehyung's cock, but Seokjin's is too long, it almost surpasses the height of your head. Nonetheless, you suckle the head, trying to keep the man entertained. You move your head accordingly to your licks, licking the underside of his shaft and then going up to put the tip back in your mouth.

"Scared to take the whole thing in your mouth, little girl?" He questions you, his voice surprisingly soft. "I understand, it's not everyday that you see someone like me..." He smirks and you look up, meeting his devious gaze.

Your forearms are placed beside his thighs, which part wider as he forces your head down on him when you didn't expect him to. You whine around him, protesting, but you know it's useless. He holds your head firmly over his erect penis and you're too weak to escape his grip.

"Shh, pretty girl. Take my cock," he says calmly and it would be almost soothing if you weren't focusing on breathing through your nose as he sinks himself in the warmth of your mouth. "I told you I would fuck it if you weren't capable of sucking me off."

Your jaw stretches open, letting Seokjin penetrate your mouth so slowly your eyes start to water again. He pushes you down and you don't even have him whole in your mouth that the tip of his cock teases the back of your throat. You gag around him and you're scared you'll throw up.

"Guess I'll have to work with that..." He sighs in exasperation, but he understands he can't go further if he doesn't want you to die of asphyxia around his dick.

He then yanks your head up by your hair and you gasp for air, tears running down your cheeks. You try to get a proper breathing, but Seokjin pulls you down before you can. He slides between your lips, his cock totally smooth from your saliva. You form fists beside his thighs, scrunching your eyes shut and enduring the painful intrusion of his penis inside your mouth.

He plants his feet on the wooden floor and raises his hips, thrusting in and out of you. Slurping sounds are heard as well as Seokjin's grunts and hisses. He uses you as he desires, fucking your face and ignoring your cries while he grits his teeth from the overwhelming pleasure building in his stomach.

"Relax your jaw, fuck, that's why it's painful..." He instructs you and you tense down the muscles of your jaw, allowing a smoother entering of your mouth for his long cock.

Your lips never touch his pubic hair and your chin occasionally brushes his balls as they move up from Seokjin's thrusts. You really want it to be less painful, but you come to realize that maybe your mouth is just not made for sucking cocks.

But the men you have had sex with always manage to take you the way they want it anyway no matter how difficult it is for you to accommodate to their sizes.

You hollow your cheeks, one of the few things Taehyung taught, and you hope it makes Seokjin feel good. The little moan he produces tells you that he does, so you keep on hollowing your cheeks.

He fucks your throat until he feels his balls tightening and his cock twitching inside your mouth. "Shit, filthy girl... You're not as bad as I thought," he rasps out, passing his long fingers through your tangled hair.

The more he pushes into you, the closer your nose is to his pelvis. You swallow him despite the burning you feel in your throat, you're sure it'll be sore by tomorrow.

"A-ah, fuck," he moans and that's when he pulls out of your mouth, standing up on his feet.

Your heart accelerates as he towers over you with his full height, cock in hand ready to shoot his cum everywhere on your body. He's still fully dressed, totally intimidating you. You look so helpless down on your knees before a man so much older and so dominating.

It scares you and you really want to find Taehyung's warmth and care at the moment. It was fun at the beginning because you were angry and upset, but now, you see that Seokjin is just a man using you for your body and naivety.

His hooded eyes don't leave your little figure sitting on the floor as he runs his hand up and down his huge dick. Seokjin wants to ruin you, break you, only to toss you after on the street when he'll be done with you. He's cruel and you only realize it now because a man as powerful as him knows how to hide his double personality.

He brings your head over to him, his cock hovering over your face. He fucks his fist, going impressionably fast. He directs his erection toward your face, aligning it perfectly so he can cum where he wants it.

"Open," he grumbles the word out and you pull out your tongue, flattening it against your chin. He groans and his hips stutter as he feels the knot in his stomach tightening.

And then a hot liquid lands on your face and you blink several times while he shoots his cum on you, marking you in his seeds. He milks himself dry, painting your cheeks and tongue white of his release.

When he lets go of your head, Seokjin looks at you and he almost chuckles at how you seem completely pathetic. Covered in his cum, core leaking on your thighs and hair in a nest. Your makeup is not any better, all smudged up on your face.

You look like a whore. An expensive one, he'll be generous, but Seokjin doesn't pay for sex, he never does. He doesn't have to because lost and frustrated little girls like you throw themselves at his feet. He doesn't need to say anything.

After that, you don't stay with him, you don't sleep in the same bed as him, you don't even get a glass of water for your poor throat. You take your things and you get out.

At least he called a cab for you.

"His little girlfriend is kinda dumb, but you can do whatever you want with that mouth, Goddamn."

That phrase wouldn't leave Taehyung's mind since this morning when he heard Seokjin saying it. And it's infuriating him how he imagines the scene, how he pictures it so easily...

"Get in the fucking car," his eyes are literal daggers, fire glinting in them, making anyone who looks at him shiver in fear.

But not you.

"No! Tell me where we are going!" You yell, thumping your feet like a child.

His nostrils flare as he breathes furiously, fists clenching by his sides. He really wants to hold it in, but it's so difficult, so fucking difficult when you refuse to obey.

"Get. In."

"No, I'm not-" You squeak when your feet leave the ground as Taehyung throws you over his shoulder, securing your body with an arm over the back of your thighs.

He yanks the passenger's door open and you tightly holds the fabric of his vest between your fingers, legs dangling in the air. He bends down and lays you on the leather seat, shutting the door just when you're about to open your mouth again.

Taehyung gets around his car, entering the driver's side. He joins you in and he doesn't grant you one glance. He's mad, really mad.

"Put your seatbelt on," he orders as he adjusts the rear mirror. "Now." He says even more severely, sending you the first glimpse of the night, but it's cold and full of anger.

You quickly put on your seatbelt while he does the same, turning the key and making the car's engine roars. It's not loud enough to cover the beating of your heart, feeling it thundering in your rid cage, threatening to explode.

Taehyung pulls out of the parking lot, reaching the road in a few steering wheel strokes. He uses one hand to turn the wheel, doing it swiftly and precisely. He has a clear idea of where to go, and when he doesn't stop for the red light you understand you're in deep shit.

"Taehyung! Are you unconscious!?" You yell, your eyes widening and eyebrows furrowing when you notice the kilometres per hour increasing as his foot weighs on the speed pedal.

You look back and forth between him and the road in front of you. He dodges the cars, passing through gaps, not even bothering to turn on the flashers.

"Since when are you giving older men head?" He growls through his teeth, eyes focused on the road.

He turns the wheel hastily as he was getting too close to a car and your two bodies follow the movement of the car, balancing to the side before going back in place when Taehyung gets back in line.

"W-What?" You breathe out, too weak to talk louder. Luckily, he hears you despite the loud roaring of the engine.

"Kim Seokjin, out of all people," he sends his venom at you, fire dancing in his eyes. "You picked this piece of shit," he isn't screaming, but it feels like it with the way his tone sounds so furious and uncontrollable.

You think it was just a matter of fact until he would find out, but you thought that maybe he would dismiss it like he always does with you.

"You always open your mouth, never close it," he states, taking a road that leads you both out of the city. "Oh, no, that's right... The only time I don't hear you is when you have your fucking mouth around a literal stranger's dick!" He slams his palm against the steering wheel, the ambiance in the car becoming heavier.

He has to turn on his headlights as you two enter a road where there is no street lamp. You glimpse at the dashboard, your breath now erratic. 110km/h, 120km/h, 150km/h...

"The second I don't give you attention you go turn around older men like a fucking dog in heat," his words are sharp, cutting through your heart. "Is that why you offer your body to other men? Is that fucking why!?" He barks and you close your eyes, pearls falling on your face.

But your heart is stronger than that.

"No!" You scream, the sound making Taehyung tightens his grip around the wheel, knuckles turning white. "I'm not a fucking dog, I'm not a whore or a pathetic dumb bitch!" You affirm loudly, turning your head around to look at him.

You curse yourself for finding him beautiful, loving the crease between his eyebrows, the way his jaw clenches, wishing he could only be yours and no one else.

Fuck his money, fuck his dad, fuck his business partners, fuck his company worth million of dollars.

"Then what are you, huh? Tell me, smarthead," he laughs, but not because it's funny, because he's nervous he's not right this time.

He's asking it, playing stupid as if he doesn't already know the truth, as if you didn't tell him before.

"I'm in love with you, Taehyung! That's what I am, okay! I'm in love... with you," you desperately say the last two words and just like that, his muscles tense down. Just like that he calms down, realizes his mistake. "And I want you to love me, too."

He slows down, raises his foot from the gas pedal, as a road sign appears afar in the dark; max 70km/h. You've come back to the city and Taehyung's little race comes to an end.

The ride back to the parking lot is silent, no one daring to say a word. When Taehyung parks the car, you unbuckle your seatbelt and quickly reach for the door's handle. You get out and he follows you, walking around to finally face you.

You're crying and he's not. Your heart compresses in your chest and you place a hand over it, feeling it screaming and beating incessantly. Him, he only feels guilty.

He's started a fire in you only to watch your heart burn in front of him. He always knew you like him, it was pretty obvious even since you two were children. His attention slowly drifted off of you as he grew older, taking an interest in working with his dad, enjoying earning money and the esteem of many people.

You stayed by his side anyway, even when money was more important than you.

"Doll, listen, I'm-" He stops when you raise an arm in front of him.

You pass by him, walking away as you leave him wondering why did he act like such an asshole for years.

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dave lizewski, i’m so into you. (pt. 1)

summary: you say something unexpected about Kick-Ass while discussing with your friends which hero you prefer the most.. Kick-Ass? Or Red Mist? little did Dave know or so you thought, you knew it was him all along..

a/n: uhh this is just a silly little imagine.. no one is probably going to see this post anyway but i’m new to this so this isn’t really the best thing i wrote, i hope u still enjoy reading this LOL i’ve also added my OC named Melilah who will be your best friend in this, um slight nsfw mention near the end but no actual action, thats it i think! yeah that’s it, happy reading :)

(pairing: dave lizewski x fem!reader) link to pt. 2

word count: 1.5k

It was a normal day, going to school, attending your classes, eating lunch, procrastinating your school works, submitting homework… attending more classes… rinse and repeat. But today was not what you expected, like.. at all.

ring ring… ring ring… you pick up your ringing phone while walking down the street, on your way to the convenience store.

“hello.?” your voice turns out more tired and groggier than you expected “hey when are you getting home sweetie? the food is getting cold and its already almost 6:30 pm, where are you?” your mom says with a worried voice, you could already imagine her face by just hearing her voice

this week has probably been one of the most stressful weeks of your entire life, class has been giving more school works, more due dates, you probably see your life flashing before your eyes right now “um yeah i’m on the way home already, don’t worry mom!” you say attempting to make your voice sound enthusiastic “well you better not be hanging out with that pretty boy.. actually maybe you should invite him for dinne-”

“mom— i—“ you cut her off but then you sigh giving up to even explain. “…he’s just a friend i swear..”

this supposedly ‘pretty boy’ your mom is referring to is Dave Lizewski, this guy in your class who you were paired up to work on a major project so he’s been at your house a few times already. surprisingly you get along with him really well? you’ve even become a part of his friend group including your best friend Melilah. She always points out the fact he always stares at you whenever you all hang out in Atomic Comics and during classes, but you’ve never really thought about him that way, or maybe you were considering it?

while walking down the road the street lights flicker a bit and you see someone trying to hanging onto the ledge of a billboard of some sort. you hear the figure shout at the cat sitting, waiting for him to fall “FUCK YOU MR BITEY!” his voice echoes, but wait.. why does his voice sound so familiar…? “okay okay okay, but call me and update me on where you are okay? be here quick, i love you!” your mom says- *THUD* you quickly look at the direction where the person, you assume, fell “UH yeah i’ll call you! i love you mom, BYE!” you say hastily, almost whispering.

beeeep.. beeeep.. you hang up the phone call, quickly putting your phone back in your messenger bag and hide behind a car. you spot a green figure, uh, “what in the world is that…” you think to yourself. the figure is wearing a weird.. cosplay suit.. it’s almost as if he looks like a green condo-

your thoughts are interrupted as he storms off looking frustrated, most probably because of the cat he couldn’t save.. he walks hurriedly into the dark alley. for some what reason you felt a little curious, just a little bit. so you go and follow the ‘super hero’, “this is so stupid.. someone remind me why I’m doing this to myself?” you whisper to yourself as you hide behind a pole, (you think this helps you stay hidden but you should’ve seen dave’s face when he saw you) trying to get a peek at the stranger. he takes off his mask angrily, you watch his curls fall into place, there are some scratches on his face from the fall, “damn why does he look so fine” you say in your thoughts and then you realize.

those are the blue eyes you see everyday in school, THAT’S DAVE LIZEWSKI. you silently gasp covering your face. his eyes dart at your direction, he shudders at the sound of your noise then next thing you know you start running away like a cockroach flew at your direction “WAIT!” he shouts, good thing you ran quick enough so he probably didn’t see your face, key word: probably.. actually there was no reason to be running from him at all- but you just felt like it..? considering you’re still in your denial stage about your feelings for him, who wouldn’t? you open the door to your house and get in as fast as you could just in case he followed you. the tv is bright and the news displays the text in bold ‘SUPERHERO KICKASS SAVES THE DAY’ you stare at the tv in shock because that’s… how… he’s Dave..?

your mom pops out of the kitchen “hey your back home! i thought you were going to call me to update me where you were..- oh yeah that superhero… what’s his name? Kickass? apparently he stopped a bunch of guys yesterday who were trying to beat up another guy that was in front of a convenience store and a bunch of people saw it then recorded blah blah blah you get it” you just stare at the tv in shock. “hello…? earth to y/n?”

it’s been almost 2 days, you’ve been avoiding Dave, trying not to make eye contact with him, passing by him in the halls, not even acknowledging his presence, even avoiding the hangouts to Atomic Comics, despite the fact you still have to do a major project with him. you open your locker getting books out of your locker, “hey have you heard about those two new superheros? Kickass? and Red Mist?” Melilah questions and your eyes widen at the question, only being reminded of Dave “yeah- well- i think its kinda dangerous doing that you know? being a um.. a superhero? why are people even so into them nowadays?” you say hesitatingly “ugh you are such a buzz kill, anyways Todd and Marty invited us to hangout… in Atomic Comics…” she looks like she’s about to ask a question, but she hesitates “go on.. continue” you gesture her to reply “why are you like.. i don’t know avoiding Dave? we’ve all kind of noticed that you know and the tension is killing all of us..”

you close the locker door and bring her to an empty classroom, you say “okay i know this sounds a bit crazy but DAVE IS KICKASS.” she “pffts” at your statement then turns to look at your face again, “oh.. your being serious” she says “YES I’M BEING SERIOUS?? i was on my way to the convenience store right and Kickass or Dave- i don’t know anymore was trying to save this cat then falls from this thing- anyways he walked in the alleyway so i was like ok i’ll just follow him! what could possibly happen!? then he took off his MASK SO THEN I RAN AWAY AND HE WAS LIKE ‘wait!🤪’ BUT I KEPT ON-” Melilah tries to comprehend everything, slowly nodding… slowly.. she whispers loudly “OKAY KEEP IT DOWN SOMEONE MIGHT HEAR YOU, okay so are you SURE this was Dave?” still whispering

“a HUNDRED percent.” you say trying to defend that you weren’t just seeing things

she sighs “well what are we going to do? I already told them we were going to be there..”

“you said WHAT?”

“okay okay chill they didn’t say Dave was coming, they obviously noticed how awkward it was with you guys so why would they invite him right haha.. haha…..” she laughs nervously

after both of you gather your thoughts you find yourself already settling down in a booth, in Atomic Comics, contemplating your life decisions. fidgeting nervously already imagining what’s going to happen. hoping not to see him. Melilah comes back after gathering a bunch of comic books to read while waiting for them to arrive. “hey stop fidgeting your going to be fine, plus he doesn’t know you know. right…?” you both just stare at each other. you both start praying in unison—“lord give us the strength to-“

“give you guys the strength for what?” Todd interrupts, you look behind him frantically to check whether Dave was there or not. to your surprise, he wasn’t. does he know? did he see my face when i ran? what if he doesn’t like me anymore? wait. why did that even matter? Todd and Marty took a seat beside Melilah leaving you alone sitting at the other side of the booth, obviously planning something.. “guys what do you think of Kickass?” Melilah asks, you kick her leg from under the table making a face screaming WHYAREYOUBRINGINGHIMUP. in fairness the both of you didn’t know whether Todd and Marty knew about it too, you shoot a glance at her giving a ohhhhiunderstandnow look to what she’s doing (spoiler alert: you've got the wrong idea, she was in fact not helping you) “i think he’s fine i guess, to be honest Red Mist is way cooler though because of his cape and all..” Marty says with Todd nodding his head to show that he agrees

“well- for one i think Kickass is wayy cuter, i’d fuck his brains out if i got the chance.” you say out of your thoughts completely regretting saying the said statement- “Really?” Dave says out of nowhere observing the conversation from behind your booth, making you jolt “y/n that just came out of nowhere what in the world.” Melilah says right after staring at you for a few seconds while Dave is making eye contact with you, smirking like he knows something. the conversation falls quiet.. real quiet… “okay wrap it up you two.” Todd interrupts, i wonder what happens next?

a/n: and the rest is history, I hope this was good enough lolol hope you enjoyed reading! (pt. 2 coming soon)

#Spotify #dave lizewski imagine #dave lizewski x reader #dave lizewski #dave lizewski oneshot #kick ass imagine #kick ass one shot #kick ass x reader #aaron taylor johnson #gif not mine #kick ass #aaron taylor johnson x reader #im only realizing now that this imagine is so ass omfg #meiiie imagines

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lilisette · 3 months

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Masks Under the Chandelier | Caleb/Reader

About: A fic idea wherein you and Caleb meet months later in a gala. To you, this person is a stranger you just met. But to this person, you were more than that...

Pairing: Caleb/Reader

Notes: Might actually write this tbh... Caleb is my favorite ngl hahaha...

Warnings: Spoilers for Chapter 4! Please do not read if you haven't read it yet!

Imagine there is a gala or some high class event where you have to attend, perhaps as part of the event's security detail. With all the Metafluxes and Wanderers going about, it's important that the organizers call a few hunters to protect them from harm. But them going in uniform will no doubt alert the guests so you have to go undercover and dress up in a formal party outfit, a gown or whatever you wish to wear.

And by chance, because of all the important people there, the organization that kidnapped Caleb (since he is not dead idc what the game says) is invited to attend too. So they send Caleb, undercover of course, to attend.

Caleb donned a new persona, dyed his hair, wear contacts and all to ensure no one would recognize him. He attends and lo and behold, he bumps into you while wandering the event hall.

While Caleb has a new persona, his voice is still unchanged and when Caleb, in shock, whispers your nickname, cause- wow you looks amazing-, you turn toward him in shock and-

"Pipsqueak?" "Caleb?" "I-" Caleb almost responded to your call, but quickly remembered that he isn't Caleb now... He could never be anymore. "Sorry miss...?" The hope that was evident in your eyes dimmed, and his heart broken all over again when your eyes softened, a sad smile gracing your face. "I'm sorry, I thought... I thought you were someone I knew for a moment." You said, the distance between you and him so close, yet so far. There was an invisible wall between you and him now, and he hated it.

You and him talk for a bit, about why you both were there. Caleb keeps getting distracted by you because he has never seen you like this before, dolled up and oh so beautiful under the crystal chandeliers. There were many times where he almost slipped up and mention something that only the both of you know, but he caught himself. And god does he hate it. He's your best friend from childhood dammit (yes zayne exists but he likes to think you prefer him over zayne), why can't he...

Why can't he be close to you anymore?

It's ironic, Caleb thought, that you were telling him, a stranger, things that he as Caleb never knew. He asked you about who you have mistaken him for, and the answer shook him to his core.

"My childhood friend. He is... well, was, my best friend." You say wistfully, staring off into the crowd and imagining what would it be like if he was still here with you. He was about to make another comment, but stopped when you opened you mouth to continue. "And perhaps... If he was still around... We would've been something much more than that." The guilt and sadness that pierced through him then was so overwhelming it almost made him kneel. And yet, like a glutton for punishment, he asked. "You think you two would've been lovers?" "Not without us being honest with each other for once. But eventually... Yes."

You two talk for a bit more until you both feel a spike in the air, your watch that was disguised as a bracelet alerting you to wanderers in the area. You tell him to not alert everywhere because it will incite panic, and made your exit.

Unbeknownst to you, he trails after you, just like the time before the whole explosion happened. He watches you take down the wanderers with ease but then he sees a wanderer spawning just behind you, and without second thought, he uses his own evol to fling the wanderer away.

But before you could turn to see who it was who saved you, he hides behind cover. And before you could approach the spot, the wanderer stands up again, giving him ample time to slip away.

He watches you return to your post afterwards, and when you spot him again, he asks you whether you're okay and-

"Yes I am, thank you for your concern. Though..." You trailed off, your mind still stuck on the mystery of who saved you back there. "Is there something wrong?" "No! No. I just... No, it's nothing, probably just my imagination." You said, looking away and into the crowd of guests who were unaware of the Wanderer sighting, missing the look of guilt that was plastered all over his face.

Caleb, even under a different persona, was constantly worried about you. He waited for you to report to captain Jenna and escorted you home after the whole event. Before opening the door to your apartment however, you turned towards him.

"You don't have to do this, you know." "I insist." He expected you to open the door and leave, and you two will never see each other again, but instead, you looked towards him and smiled. "I thought about what you said. I think... I think you're right. I should start moving on." You said, and before he could ask why you were telling him this, you handed him your phone. "If it's alright, can we exchange numbers?"

Caleb knew he shouldn't do this. The organization specifically said that he was not to contact you at all costs. But well, Caleb reasoned with himself, they didn't say he cannot contact you while under a new persona. So he gave you his number as well.

The moment you entered your apartment and him in the elevator, he leaned against the wall and sighed.

What the fuck did he just get himself into?

#love and deepspace #love and deep space #love and deepspace caleb x reader #love and deep space caleb x reader #weeeee he gives me so much feels my god #and identity p*rn is one of my favorite tropes so here we are

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iamsonny-j · 4 months

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This was originally going to be in reply to @glowinggreeneyes-e post about the Captain's education and career path...but then I got carried away because I'm so normal about this stuff so it's now its own post...with added angst because I have no control over any of this, my brain just goes.

So for a start the Captain would have gone to a public boarding school. I think it's worth pointing out that public schools and universities operated scholarships for students from less wealthy backgrounds. We're still talking middle class and upper middle, but not always full on wealthy and privileged in the way of someone like Julian. Cap strikes me as having the background of a family well enough off but he probably always had to work hard to prove himself for his place, maybe not so much for public school but definitely for university.

Whatever school he attended would have had an Officer Training Corps junior division. Basically cadets. This would lead to the possibility to do an exam (written and practical) to get what was called certificate A to show he had participated in the OTC.

From the Button House Archives it says Cap got to the front in WW1 at armistice and so never saw action. So I imagine he finished his studies at school in the summer, enlisted and completed basic training, and then was out to Europe just in time for things to end. Because he got his certificate A at school he had the option at university to join the OTC university division. This was a route to becoming a commissioned officer. You either needed certificate A or experience in the ranks to join. For the sake of argument, serving in the army for a couple of months wouldn't count as experience so he must have had the certificate A...

University options at that time were limited to Oxbridge, Durham or London. All of those had OTC. I think London can be ruled out...only because it was busy, loud and ugly, even then (sorry London friends!) and the Captain likes wildlife and the countryside and nature walks...I can't see him thriving in London.

Training with the OTC at university involved physical training, military strategy, history and law etc. The Captain would have had to complete 2 years training before he could have done exams for his Certificate B - practical and written. Passing the exams would have entitled him to a commission on graduation. Getting Certificate B wasn't common because of the amount of work involved and dedication required to be successful. It was hard!

Like I want to point out that to get that far would have required so much effort and dedication right from being a child. And this is where I will get sad and headcanon-y for a bit (let me have this one thing out of all this research!)

Bullying and abusive rituals were a big part of public school life at this time and any boy seen as even slightly different would have been targeted for sure, even by some of the teachers. So although Cap comes across as clever and capable at what he knows I think school would have been socially really freaking hard. For a child in that situation I could see the OTC being a respite and something the Captain would have found very comforting with the set rules, order and expectations and from there you can understand why career army would have been appealing...

And I think that's when things get a bit complicated. The army was his life but in a different way to officers who wanted to be on the front line, like Havers. Obviously Cap worked extremely hard for his commission - and he was obviously very well qualified and knowledgable in his areas of interest, but he was always ever going to be best at HQ tasks like intelligence or engineering or whatever his particular career skills were - loving the army in theory, but some of it would have always been out of his reach. And I think being in a public school during WW1 and hearing of so many former pupils (some he would have known personally as seniors, prefects or head of houses) losing their lives on a daily basis during WW1 would have had a huge effect on him and probably influenced some of the guilt about not having the opportunity to fight himself, but ultimately I think he probably knew that wasn't his part to play even with WW2.

And I think all that that shows in his interactions we see in his past as CO - he was obviously doing a good job at whatever secret little operations he had but he really didn't have the skills/personality needed to be a CO. Having someone like Havers as a second hid that (and that's also seen in Havers getting 2 promotions in 4 years...he was much more of a natural CO) and I wonder if a lot of affection that Cap had for Havers originally came from the fact that Havers not only respected him as CO but he was also just kind to him and saw a person worthy of affection - rather than the CO that everyone tolerated but secretly disrespected and laughed at (just look at how all the other officers couldn't wait to come down on him in 5.05)

And then he lost Havers. But still had to command up to 150 men and operations at Button House for the next 4 years. And it's obvious from the letters and information in the Button House Archives that he really REALLY did try and I think with considering everything it's no wonder he overcompensates a lot and that's where he's at in the first couple of seasons of Ghosts; fighting for authority and trying to do his best.

Last sad point because it does relate: When he died Havers gave Cap the swagger stick to hold - Havers still called him 'Sir' even though he outranked him at that point. I don't know if I can begin to unpick all of that, but there's definitely something in there about respect, belief and the burden of responsibility that he clearly took seriously into his afterlife not wanting to let Havers down both personally and professionally.

If you read all of this I love you and respect you and appreciate you for appreciating my level of not normal xD

#bbc ghosts #the captain #i missed sharing infodumps so much #please feel free to add

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&Team Members and Their Circle of Friends if They Attended Hogwarts

A/N : Besides being a K-poppers, I've been a Potterhead since I was a kid (More precisely when I was eight years old). And I don't know where my imagination came from, I thought of making this😆. I will also add the Hogwarts Houses of the &Team members in my opinion (Sorry if my opinion is different from yours). I just made this for fun.

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|| EJ : Ravenclaw ||

- Addition : As usual, EJ is a genius &Team leader, a fast learner (Bro, become fluent in Japanese in just a year)😭 and has great logic (&Team Amusement Park Content). Of course Ravenclaw suited him perfectly. He would be suitable for Quidditch as he looks quite athletic, and could be chosen as captain for Ravenclaw.

- Circle of Friends :

• Hermione Granger

Just like EJ, Hermione is someone who is very intelligent (Her second house is predicted to be Ravenclaw). They could even become academy rivals (in a healthy way). If Euijoo is friends with Hermione, they will often exchange ideas, spend time in the library, and even help each other with lessons. Sometimes, they may have small arguments because of differences of opinion. They are quite suitable to be Head Boy and Head Girl (If Euijoo can surpass Draco Malfoy's academy grades). They will also become the favorites of some professors because of their intelligence and brains. Euijoo would probably often be paired with Hermione if Gryffindor and Ravenclaw were having class together.

• Cho Chang

His housemate, Cho, can be a good friend for Euijoo. Moreover, Cho's personality is quite friendly and also has a popular status. Euijoo can of course be said to be quite popular at Hogwarts, he is one of the smartest students there. Therefore, if he were friends with Cho, I feel they would 'fit' and could complement each other. Moreover, Euijoo is the Quidditch captain, while Cho is the seeker, they will often talk to each other about Quidditch and their strategies.

• Cedric Diggory

OH, CEDRIC WILL BE EUIJOO'S BEST FRIEND even though they live in different houses. Two popular students who are famous because apart from being handsome and intelligent, they are very athletic and talented at Quidditch. Will be the best 'duo', the dream of the Hogwarts girls who always hope to be asked out by them. When on the field, they are like rivals, but when off the field, they will still be best friends. They encourage each other, even congratulate each other if one of them wins the match. Cedric will always invite EJ to his house during the Christmas holidays, and vice versa.

• Luna Lovegood

Another housemate!!!!! for some reason I find EJ and Luna very cute when they become close friends. Luna who is innocent and Euijoo who always looks in the eyes when she talks. Luna is sometimes the target of pranks by students who think she is strange, making Euijoo really want to protect her.

• Lorenzo Berkshire (FanMade Character)

In some POVs I've seen, Lorenzo is a kind-hearted Slytherin type and never even differentiates blood status in friendship. I feel like Euijoo and him will be good friends even though Lorenzo is part of Draco Malfoy's circle of brutal Slytherins (😭). Maybe Euijoo has 'problems' with Draco Malfoy because (perhaps) Draco feels competitive with Euijoo who has high grades (He was afraid that Euijoo would become Head Boy). However, his (Euijoo) relationship with Lorenzo will remain fine. It could be said that they are the 'best duo' even though they live in different houses.

|| FUMA : Gryffindor ||

- Addition : An INTJ but in Gryffindor? Oh, I feel like Fuma is more inclined towards Gryffindor, bro, he's the bravest and most athletic of his group🤺. I think he'll be part of the Quidditch team as a Beater perhaps.

- Circle of Friends :

• Oliver Wood

Bro, they are both sports enthusiasts. Of course Fuma will be very close to Oliver Wood. They would spend most of their time talking about Quidditch and strategies for fighting the enemy team (Just the two of them). It will be equally frustrating if they lose to the opposing team. And immediately protest if Quidditch is suddenly cancelled. Another 'Best Duo'.

• Golden Trio

I can guarantee that Fuma will be of great help to the Golden Trio in their missions with the help of his strength. Fuma would be closest to Hermione as well. Because Hermione's smart brain combined with her strong energy, it would make a perfect combination. Not only that, he will also help Harry and Ron in Quidditch.

• Cedric Diggory

Yeah, just like EJ, I also think Fuma will be good friends with Cedric. Even though they were opponents on the Quidditch Team, that didn't make Fuma feel like Cedric was a threat (Although he is sometimes stressed that his Gryffindor team lost💀). Every time they walked together, the girls would probably whisper and stifle their screams seeing each primadonna from Gryffindor and Hufflepuff walking normally (😭). Especially when they didn't wear their robes, only wore white shirts with rolled up sleeves, loosened ties and walked towards the great hall together (😭).

|| KEI (K) : Slytherin ||

- Addition : I just feel like Kei has Slytherin vibes. That's why I put him in Slytherin (I'm having trouble explaining it). Btw, he is suitable to be a Slytherin prefect.

- Circle of Friends :

• Mattheo Riddle (FanMade Character)

Surprised? Yeah, I also don't understand why I thought Kei could be friends with Mattheo. Kei probably couldn't join Draco Malfoy's circle, because he might think Draco was too much. However, he got along with Mattheo well, and they even got into small mischief.

• Cedric Diggory

Cedric again. And I know, Hufflepuff always accepts anyone in their circle of friends (I'm a Hufflepuff btw). Kei and Cedric might make a good study partner, especially if they have the same class and have a group project.

• Bill Weasley

Kei may be a Slytherin, but that doesn't mean he can't be friends with Gryffindor. He can accept anyone, including Bill Weasley. I feel, Kei will be Bill's best friend too, Bill is warm and Kei is also caring for other people. They can be together without any commotion. Kei, who became Slytherin prefect and Bill, who became head boy, also made their friendship closer. If there was an annual event at Hogwarts, they would come up with brilliant ideas.

• Luna Lovegood

Slytherin doesn't mean evil, and that's what describes Kei. When he sees Luna being bullied, Kei might step up and defend Luna. Make them good friends. Kei, who often listened to Luna's ramblings about her mythical creatures, didn't interrupt and just focused on looking into Luna's eyes (🥺).

|| NICHOLAS : Slytherin ||

- Addition : Nothing can change my mind that Nicholas is a Slytherin! His aura really couldn't lie to me. Even though he is ENFP, his aura is striking to Slytherin.

- Circle of Friends :

• Draco Malfoy's Circle

That MF would fit in well with the brutality of Draco Malfoy's circle (😭). He, Mattheo and Draco would cause the most trouble at Hogwarts. And their easy target is the Golden Trio (Always). When their house wins the Quidditch tournament, they will throw a party full of fire whiskey (😭). Draco Malfoy's circle was often called 'Playboy', and Nicholas was of course included in those rumors (😀💔). Moreover, I imagine he often flirts with some of the pretty girls at Hogwarts.

• Cormac Mclaggen

Yeah, Cormac was a jerk in the movie. But I feel like he would also get along with Nicholas even though their houses are different. But they were still rivals during Quidditch matches.

• Weasley Twins (Fred & George)

Even though he was friends with Draco Malfoy, that didn't stop Nicholas from being friends with anyone. The Weasley twins often sell and make items for pranks. And Nicholas always pranked some students, he would buy products from the Weasley twins. They became friends because Nicholas often bought their prank products directly.

• Luna Lovegood

(I think almost all Teamies will be close to Luna). Nicholas might protect Luna secretly, acting as if he doesn't care, but actually he really cares about Luna. And maybe, Nicholas could have a crush on Luna (🗿). For some reason, I see Luna as Nicholas' dream girl.

|| YUMA : Slytherin ||

- Addition : Yuma's MBTI is ISTJ who tends more towards Hufflepuff according to the sources I read. However, ISTJs are also classified as Slytherin as their second house.However, for me Yuma is more Slytherin than Hufflepuff

- Circle of Friends :

• Draco Malfoy's Circle

Yeah, he would totally fit in if he joined Draco Malfoy's circle. Just like his Nicholas hyung, he would cause various problems with Draco Malfoy's circle. Yuma would be called more often to the head of his house, Snape, because the problems he was causing were piling up (😭).

• Ginny Weasley

Yeah, I know, Ginny and Yuma are from different houses, but their MBTI (maybe) could make them friends. Ginny is estimated to be ESTP, where ESTP can also be a good friend for ISTJ. They could be the 'best duo' if not hindered by the house.

• Ernie MacMillan Circle

Bro, Hufflepuff and Slytherin are two houses that can have good friendships. In fact they are very close. Yuma and Ernie MacMillan's circle can become good friends, especially since Ernie also sometimes has hot gossip that Yuma can get at any time.

|| JO : Hufflepuff ||

- Addition : When I got to know Jo for the first time, I saw her as a true Hufflepuff (Nothing can change my mind that Jo is a Hufflepuff!). Moreover, he is a hard worker and his MBTI is INFP makes me even more convinced that he is a Hufflepuff. He will also be on the Hufflepuff Quidditch team.

- Circle of Friends :

• Cedric Diggory

Yeah, of course he would be very close to the captain of his own team. Even asked Cedric to give him some tips on Quidditch. Cedric could appoint Jo to be the next Quidditch captain when he graduates.

• Oliver Wood

Jo + Oliver = Both sports lovers. Jo will also ask him for some tips about Quidditch. He, Oliver, and Cedric would become the 'Sports Maniac Trio'.

• Lorenzo Berkshire

Yeah, nothing can change my mind (ekhem!) that Lorenzo could be a good friend to Hufflepuff like Jo. Jo might not enter Draco Malfoy's circle, but Lorenzo would be able to be friends with her. I feel like they have some things in common that could spark their friendship.

• Astoria Greengrass

(My precious girl!🥺). Draco Malfoy's true love is truly one of the kind and loving Slytherin girls. Jo would actually become good friends with Astoria at Hogwarts. When Astoria has a child with Draco, Astoria will probably choose Jo as her child's godparent.

• Harry Potter

And this is random (again). I don't know where the imagination came from, I thought that Jo and Harry would also be good friends who could help each other. Eum, like when Harry was bullied because of the Triwizard tournament, several Hufflepuffs mocked Harry, but Jo actually apologized on behalf of his friends for insulting him (Harry). Also giving Harry the same support he gave Cedric.

|| HARUA : Hufflepuff ||

- Addition : It's quite difficult for me to analyze Harua's Hogwarts house, but his MBTI 'says' his house is Hufflepuff.

- Circle of Friends

• Neville Longbottom

I believe Harua can treat Neville well. The two of them will spend time in the green house to help Professor Sprout with the plants. Harua can make Neville feel comfortable when Neville is always awkward around other people.

• Hermione Granger

Harua wouldn't be shy about asking Hermione for help with some lessons he didn't understand. Hermione would also be very comfortable with Harua because she didn't feel burdened, because Harua asked to be taught, not asked to copy questions.

• Padma Patil

(This is random again). Let's just say, they became good friends after the incident at the Yule Ball where Padma was treated badly by Ron. Harua actually made Padma happy that night, inviting him to dance all the way.

• Michael Corner

Ginny Weasley's ex-boyfriend could become Harua's best friend. Michael saw that Harua was the type of friend who would not burden him, but would instead help each other. I read that Michael prefers friends who don't burden him too much, so Harua will get along well with him.

• Susan Bones

Although Susan was a friend of Ernie MacMillan; the source of the Hogwarts gossip, Harua can still be good friends with her. Harua will probably never be able to get along with Ernie, because he doesn't like gossip that isn't necessarily clear. However, when Susan was with her, Susan wouldn't say stupid gossip, and Harua also knew that Susan didn't talk much when she joined Ernie's circle. That's what makes Harua good friends with Susan.

|| TAKI : Gryffindor ||

- Addition : Taki and his Fuma-hyung have pretty strong Gryffindor vibes to me, so if Taki is in Gryffindor, it would suit him.

- Circle of Friends :

• Golden Trio

He would be great friends with the Golden Trio (Trust Me!). Taki will also help a lot with the Golden Trio's movements with his fast movements.

• The Weasley Twins (Fred & George)

Taki would buy several products made by the Weasley twins to prank Slytherin who he thought really needed to be taught a lesson (Someone save Yuma and Nicho!💀). Not only that, Taki will also request new items so that the Weasley Twins will release new products. Taki will become their loyal customer which makes Taki their close friend.

• Theodore Nott

Startled? Yeah, I was shocked too when this crossed my mind (🗿). For some reason I feel like Theodore and Taki would also be a good match even though Taki is a Gryffindor. They would often say hello when they passed each other, and made Draco Malfoy glare at him for greeting a Gryffindor like Taki.

|| MAKI : Slytherin ||

- Addition : Yeah, he's a true Slytherin. Don't argue with me about this!🤺

- Circle of Friends :

• Draco Malfoy's Circle

It was a fact, that Maki would be perfectly suited to join Draco Malfoy's circle like his Nicholas-hyung. He would cause big trouble, annoying the Gryffindors who he felt were 'annoying'(😭). Walks with an arrogant style, messy uniform and sometimes often arrives late. Will get into some arguments with some Gryffindors along with Mattheo (Snape, you're proud, aren't you?!💀).

• Lee Jordan

A Quidditch commentator who comes from Gryffindor house, but Maki will befriend him because of his hilarious nature. Maki definitely liked Jordan's style of speaking when commenting on Quidditch matches. Jordan will also give Maki the opportunity to be a match commentator.

• Ernie MacMillan Circle

Maki would definitely come to Ernie and his circle if there was hot gossip emerging at Hogwarts, because Maki knew exactly that Ernie would know more about the gossip that was circulating. Making himself good friends with Ernie's circle.

• Luna Lovegood

This may be crazy, but Maki won't consider Luna a friend, he will have a crush on Luna and will try hard to get Luna to have a crush on him back (His rival i Nicholas-hyung🗿!).

#&team smut #&team #&team imagines #&team ej #&team fuma #&team k #&team nicholas #&team yuma #&team jo #&team harua #&team taki #&team maki

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deliciousangelfestival · 9 months

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My Problematic Girl-Chapter 2

Character: College!Steve Rogers x Rich!Female Reader

Prologue: Steve has lived being nobody in this prestigious university. He just wants to graduate and get a job to get more money to pay the bills for his mother's surgery.

But his life turned upside when a new student attended his class. His quiet and dull life became dangerous and full of surprises.

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She exhaled the cigarette smoke from her lips. She still doesn’t care even though he told her he has asthma.

She looked at Steve and said, “Bark for me.”

Steve felt humiliated, and his pride was crushed. But she held his life and secrets. He had to bury his dignity to the ground, and he murmured,

“Woof.”

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Three days later

Steve was always the first person to arrive at the class. But today, his record was broken because Y/N was the first to arrive. She's faster because Tony drops her in his sports car.

Perhaps she came early, hoping no one would notice their relationship. But they failed because Steve saw them.

He hid and waited outside until Y/N entered the classroom. When he stepped in, he felt nervous because she was staring at him. He gathered his courage to say, "Good morning, Y/N!"

He almost screamed; why the heck did he greet her like that? Maybe because it's the first time in his uni years to greet his classmates.

"Morning."

Short reply.

But it's an improvement.

For a few days, Steve noticed Y/N never listened to the lecturer, ignored other invitations, and played games on her tablet.

And she constantly smokes. She offered him one time, but he said no because he doesn't smoke because he has asthma.

One thing he has learned is that she has no art skills. She had no idea when he mentioned figure drawing or dynamic shapes.

Sometimes she likes to see his sketchbook and his previous artwork. But Steve is always nervous when she looks at his art because he's afraid if she ever reads his art from that damn website.

Steve went to his chair and opened his bag. He opened the document bag to grab the drawing she requested.

He handed the drawing to her. "I used the source from the photo to draw her looking like 40 years old. The size is A4, and I made another with a photo size for your wallet."

Steve noticed in between classes, sometimes Y/N would open her wallet to see the photo. He asked her yesterday who the person was.

"My mother."

She looked intimidating but became a softie when she mentioned her mother.

Y/N took the paper to see it closely. Her fingers caress the picture; she is quiet and mesmerised. Steve sees this as complimenting how she " aww" with his works.

She looked at him. "She's beautiful, just like I imagine. Thank you."

Steve felt his cheeks getting warm. Is he blushing?

"You're welcome. I'm glad you like it."

Y/N pulled something from her bag that looked like a white envelope. "This is the rest of the payment."

Steve almost jolted his eyes, looking at how thick the envelope was. His fingers trembled when he touched it.

When he counted it, the amount was around $3,000.

He gasped, "Y/N, I couldn't accept this."

She ignored him and grabbed a pack of cigarettes from her jacket pocket. "With the quality of your work, it's worth it. I'm going for a smoke before the class starts."

She waved without looking at him and left the class; she also brought the drawing with her.

Steve still looks at her back, holding the money envelope to his chest. From all the part-time and side jobs he took, he never got this amount of money in such a short time.

He doesn't even care if Y/N is a troublemaker; in Steve's mind, she's different from other rich kids.

In his senior year, maybe he could have one friend.

During the class.

Everyone is painting like usual; the lecturer doesn't give any assignments because the last semester is approaching.

They let the student gather ideas to finish their last assignment on time.

Steve also focused on his art. While he painted, something splashed on his canvas.

Red paint.

He was sure he didn't use any red colour.

He turned around and saw three male students he never conversed with standing behind him.

"So, you're friends with Y/N? How does it feel?" Luke, one of them, is mocking Steve.

He looked at Y/N's chair; she still didn't return from her smoke break.

"I said this to you as an advice. You shouldn't get close to Y/N. Because you're an eyesore."

"She's not supposed to hang out with you. She will eventually realise it's a mistake knowing you."

Ah, they're mad because Y/N doesn't want to join their circle, and she also ignores them. So they vent their anger through Steve.

Steve clenched his fist. They want to make him feel bad by saying he's a weirdo compared to Y/N.

But…

What they said is true; he's just nobody.

But can he be selfish this one time? Deep down, he wants to be friends with her.

"That was a rude thing to say."

Steve lifted his head because he heard Y/N's voice.

Then he heard Luke scream, "ARRGHH!!!" and the sound of someone falling surrounded the room.

Even Steve almost jumped from his chair. Did he just see Y/N kick Luke to the floor?!!

"Ouch, I'm going to sue you." Luke pointed his finger at Y/N.

Everyone became silent because they knew Luke's father was a famous CEO.

"No, I'm the one who is going to sue you."

Steve gulped; it's scary how rich people fight. They will get their lawyer to enter their battle.

Luke looks at Y/N with disbelief. "I'm the one who got hurt. You kicked me."

Y/N leaned down, looked at Steve's canvas, and turned to Luke again. "You have destroyed someone else's property, and you try to defame my name."

She pointed the brush at Luke's hand.

"The only person in the class who uses bright red paint today is you. And I felt hurt by the way you mentioned my name to Steve. I see this as self-defence."

She leaned closer to Luke's ear. "Go back to your seat, or tomorrow there will be news of you high on drugs with the senator's son."

Luke's breath hitched and trembled. How did she know this secret?

Y/N fixed his shirt, and she said this as if nothing happened. "I'm sorry I kicked your hips; send me the hospital bills."

Luke immediately stood up and bowed down at her. If his drug problem gets known, his father's business and the senator will be ruined.

"Sorry, it will never happen again." Then he turned to Steve, "I'm sorry I ruined your painting."

Steve wanted to speak, but Luke and his friends left the classroom.

He looked at Y/N with awed eyes. Except for Bucky, nobody ever defended him in this university.

"Thank you, Y/N."

Y/N raised her shoulder. "It's nothing."

After the class, other students left the classroom quicker than usual. It seems like they are afraid of Y/N.

He walks with her from the class to the park; Steve wants to ask a favour from her, "Ehm, Y/N can I ask for your help?"

Y/N didn't glance at him; she was still playing with her phone. "Just say it."

Steve gripped his bag tighter and cleared his throat. "Uhm, so for the final assignment, every student has to make an exhibition for their artwork. But I don't have any money to rent a studio. I know it's too much to ask, but do you want to be my sponsor?"

He continued, "I won't do it for free. I will do all your assignments."

"No."

That was a cold rejection. He was prepared, but to hear those words still hurt. He faces down and holds his tears. "Uhm, I see. It's okay. Sorry to bother you, Y/N."

He stepped back, preparing to run away, but then he heard, "When I said no, it is about you doing my assignment. You don't have to do that."

‘Is she going to say yes?’ Steve hoped so.

"But, how are you going to graduate with nothing?"

Y/N chuckled. "I don't need to worry about that since I already have a bachelor's degree. I'm here because of punishment."

"Wha,-"

'She has a bachelor's degree?"

She immediately cut his curiosity and lit a new cigarette. "I will be your sponsor."

Steve gasped, his hand covering his opened mouth. His eyes are getting blurred because he wants to cry. Finally, his prayer answered, "Thank you, Y/N; I will remember this my whole life."

Y/N inhaled and exhaled the smoke from her mouth. She tilted her head a little."It's nothing because I like your work, VioletDust18."

"What?" His celebration stopped. Steve's body felt numb. It felt like someone put a shackle on his foot that made him couldn't run.

Nobody in the real world calls him with that ID, only in emails from people who ordered his art.

Y/N smiled at him and said, "I look forward to our cooperation Steve Rogers, or should I say VioletDust18?"

Oh God, she said that name again.

Steve felt scared; what kind of person had he just made a deal with?

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shattersstar · 9 months

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hello!!! just wanted to send in a message that i have a meltdown every time I read one of your Jason pieces; so freaking good! its really special to find writers who can really get a feel for Jason without making him sound like a goofy caricature of a y/a trope or like. an incel LMAO. would love to see more of your thoughts or headcanons on Jason's opinion on college! I think he's expressed some sort of desire to attend university, but yk. the whole vigilante thing kinda screws with it. thanks again :)

college/university hcs + jason todd

a/n: aw tysm that’s so nice to hear <33 ive always wanted to know what ppl think of my take on jason bc yeah the fandoms consensus is not always. my fave. to say the least. dnejjfjdjd but im glad u enjoy it!! this was also a greatly timed ask bc im working on smth that has a section of robin jason talking abt his life n college so im gonna save some of my thoughts for when that comes out but…

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i do think it’s definitely something jason’s always been interested even if his relationship with post secondary school has been fluid to say the least. sort of like: i might have a chance if i get a scholarship, to not even in school, to having a shot at going to any school, to missing out on that part of his life in favour of vigilantism and revenge

with his past briefly out of the way i definitely see jason being that person who just Attends lectures even if he isn’t enrolled. he’d go to classes with friends or someone he’s seeing if he had the time. but if anything, jason would take a course just because he finds it interesting. he’d sit in the back of the class and he 100% takes notes even if there’s no reason

if he is serious about going back to school i do stand with majority rule that he’d probably be an english/lit major.

i like to imagine jason did attempt to go to university after everything went down with bruce when he first came back though. a little scorned and confused about his place in everything. i could see him trying to play the part of someone normal and ordinary, what did people his age do again? oh yeah, go to school or leave the city.

i think he’d originally take something a bit more serious, respectable even. law, engineering, business, anything to emulate some version of himself bruce had expected jason to become. i think jason also knowing dick refused, finally agreed, then dropped out of uni would fuel him to go to spite his older brother and appease bruce even if it wasn’t conscious. like it’s an added bonus if jason really thought abt it (which he won’t ofc)

back to school: being forced to take those required liberal art courses would remind jason of what he loved in high school. he loved english class on whole and arguing with the history teacher and picked up languages surprisingly well that he did both spanish and french for a time. and while he really thought about switching majors he ultimately dropped out because he was still playing pretend and into the hands of a man his relationship was beyond complicated with.

i think jason would return when he was a few years older, a little less angry and less focused on his connection to bruce/batman. and this is when he’d major in english, im not enough of a lit baddie to pick a focus but im sure y’all can imagine <33

he’d start with night courses bc he’s already used to being awake so whats a 7-10pm lecture before patrol.

it only became an issue when courses jason’s wanted to take wouldn’t work with his nighttime plan. he started really feeling the burden of living a double life in those moments. and definitely gets antsy in class/studying when an important case is taking up his mind.

he was fortunate to take online classes that interested him greatly too but when school started becoming priority jason would have a moment with himself to decide if he wanted to spend a few years pursuing his degree with a bit more focus or go back to his life before.

and i cannot say what decision i think he’d make bc i know jason gains satisfaction from life by being red hood and cannot fully give it up but he’s also one of those people that is always dying to learn more, to know more and exercise his brain. it’s why his electives r insanely difficult mathematic courses or science labs bc everything interests him. the study of art just moves him a little more which is why he majors in it.

some other points:

- he’s not a fan of the education system and even if money is not a problem jason doesn’t rlly care abt going to elite schools and will gladly transfer around to take courses he wants or depending on where he’s currently is in the world. he’s done classes at most of gothams community colleges and at least one ivy league school

- jason’s doesn’t care how long it takes no finish school either, which works well with his vigilantism. he’s always had an unstable relationship with schooling and completing school in its expected time/format never appealed to him. jason will do it how it wants because he can :)

- he’s a handwritten notes kinda guy but understands that typing is more efficient

- will spend time at uni (and public) libraries just for funsies like he’ll b investigating new drug rings next to people studying for their midterms

- like most of us he really hates group assignments bc he’s too much of a control freak and will do all the work, hand it in and email the prof abt doing it alone without even contacting his group members bc he’s a little shit like that

- but will help in tutoring programs, be a note taker for certain courses and if jason’s fully dedicated to school he might just TA <3

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crazydaymycrazyway · 2 months

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The high school kids in Unordinary have like, such a f**ked up life.

Like, we have Seraphina who was raised to be a perfectionist. She never got to make choices of her own and had to follow the norm imposed by the society while she never felt happy. Have an abusive and controlling mother who doesn't give a sh*t about her, might have beaten her up her entire life and was never given a break. She doesn't have any privacy and she was controlled like a doll by her parents. And her sister was pushed way past her limits and abused to the point that she had to run away. Which resulted in Seraphina having to endure everything alone. Everybody would judge her no matter what and she had to keep up an image of being the strongest and the top student. Everybody looks upto her, but at the same time us jealous of her and talks behind her back. She didn't even have a genuine friend, maybe because everyone was too scared or intimidated by her or she doesn't think she wants friends. The expectations placed on her was such a burden. There wasn't a moment she could relax. Let's not talk about the torture she went through when she lost her powers. Truly the fall if a goddess.

It's quite refreshing how Seraphina actually got to let go of all those nuisances in life. Like, she doesn't have to attend the classes, but she's smart enough to get enough marks. She minds her own business and couldn't care less of what others think of her. She started to live for herself and make her own decisions.

Then there's Arlo who had the rights, wrongs and hierarchy ingrained into his brain from his childhood. He was an ass during season 1. And most people hated him. But I kind of understood why he did what he did. In his eyes, John was like the one and that strayed out of it's path while all the others are walking in a perfect line. He was taught that the authorities are right, and the current system us the best for everyone. That peace will only exist like this, the low tiers being oppressed and looked down upon and the high tiers receiving all the benefits and titles. It's just like the time when someone found out the earth was round and declared to the world, but the people who had grown up learing the fact that the earth was flat since their childhood couldn't accept it. For them, the world is flat is a fact like the sun rises in the east. Most people just saw him as crazy while some others decided to burn him alive for saying such nonsense. They're wrong, just like Arlo is. I'm never going to defend him and say what he did was the right thing. But according to what he was taught, it was the right way. Later when he slowly starts to see the cracks in the society that the authorities either overlooked or created, he starts to doubt the system. Then he knows everything he had been taught and believed was wrong. He had a big character development, and there's still room for more. His aunt who he thought he knew and looked upto turned out to be different than what he thought. What he doesn't know is that she's a cold blooded murderer who doesn't hesitate to kill even the kids. And she's the one who killed Rei. Imagine the person whom you looked upto, your mentor and best friend, the one who has a special place in your heart (platonic ofc) was murdered by your own family, the person whom you trusted and idolized the most. We haven't even reached that part though. Because Arlo is now working with the authorities, thinking that he can somehow change it. He tries his best to help his friends. But turns out his aunt is a manipulative bitch and the entire bureau is rotten to the core. He nearly died and lost his powers in one of the missions to help his friends (I suppose all of those kids went through that). He gets blamed by his friends too, and he's trying. But the evidences are glaring at him and he has to make a choice and he's conflicted. I feel bad for him in a way. He was stubborn but he did change when he realized he was in the wrong. Him apologizing to John when he realized what the latter went through was a proof of that. Arlo was the just one of the successfully created product of the system.

But it's good that he was capable of understanding that he was wrong. He had to deal with a lot, but I like it that he's trying his best to keep a level head.

Then we have John, whose essence itself is trauma.

These God tiers did have a hell of a childhood. And they're still kids!

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I think modern AU FPK would love to do restoration stuff. Like, specifically old console/keyboard/etc. restorations. I already imagined him running a tech service place at home, so it would be very fitting for his line of work. He'd be inspired by all the videos from restoration channels that he'd often watch to relax, and I could absolutely see him dabbling in it himself. He has the tech knowledge and the patience to do it, and I imagine he'd find the process itself very calming. The downside? He collects every single old, dirty keyboard he stumbles upon, hell, I could see him looking for those in dumpsters, which Hornet would find very gross. But even she has to admit, the end result is very impressive.

Since I'm on the topic of jobs/hobbies for the modern AU, might as well mention Grimm as well. I think he's a movie director, or at the very least works in the film industry. Divine is the costume designer like in the main AU, and Brumm is a score composer. They're part of his crew that sticks around for pretty much every movie he directs. Back to Grimm, maybe he'd also dabble in acting himself, I think this is something that fits him really well. And in his free time, he enjoys painting, a passion he shares with Holly. While Holly prefers to paint scenes from their everyday life (they have plenty of art they made that simply depicts their family members doing something mundane), I think Grimm would go for something more grandiose. He'd paint gorgeous landscapes he's seen in his travels, intriguing scenes either from the movies he's already directed, or those he's planning to make. He definitely has an eye for art, which shows in his paintings, but also in his films.

As for the other family members, I mentioned these in an old ask response but I thought I'd talk about it again here. Holly is a freelance artist, I imagine they also attend art college/university. Though similarly to the main AU, they also enjoy making stuffed toys and other forms of crafts like sculpting. Hornet would keep her interest in literature, so I imagine it's something she chose as her major, and that means she's still studying. In her free time she attends sports club meetings. Zote... I'm not sure, I think he'd just work in something like fast-food (with his unpleasant personality I imagine that's not for long hahaha). Though he does have an interest in music so maybe he attends some music classes as well. Lewk would be preschool age, so he goes to a kindergarten. Asta and Milo are too young for kindergarten so they stay at home. FPK takes care of them while Grimm is away, with Holly's help as they spend a lot of time at home between their classes, and he's also the one who picks up Lewk from kindergarten (he doesn't drive so he'd walk there, but those walks home are something both of them really enjoy).

#gekko.txt #feral pk au #modern fpk au #fpk #vyrm #grimm #holly #hornet #zote #lewk #asta #milo

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part 3 of poet!billy & dyslexic!steve

part 2

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it’s a stupid argument. petty, even.

still, it sours steve’s mood and the evening that was supposed to be filled with movies and cuddling turned into another lonely night after he told billy to get out of his house.

he avoids the blond the next day at school, even though he can feel those blue eyes burning into the back of his head in class and the side of his face during lunch.

billy doesn’t try to talk to him, though. which makes steve feel disappointed and then annoyed at himself for being disappointed. of course billy wouldn’t be eager to talk to him after last night, why would he? steve was a bad boyfriend. always had been, and apparently always will be.

he’s so busy attending his own pity party that he doesn’t see the person leaning against his car in the lot, not until he’s only a few feet away and he looks up from the ground to see billy looking at him with a pinched expression.

“uh,” steve says dumbly, “hi…”

billy doesn’t say anything, just holds out his hand, where a folded paper is pinched between his fingers. they’re trembling a little when steve takes it from him.

he eyes billy for a moment, who’s shifting his weight between his feet and staring over towards the middle school, clearly waiting for steve to read the note and pretending to look for max.

with a mildly annoyed huff, he unfolds the scrap paper and smoothes the wrinkles away, reading over the black ink quickly. too quickly, because he has to start over a couple times and take a calming breath when his frustration mounts.

you’re a firestarter

the match to my desire

igniting the hope

that you won’t snuff me out

when my anger stokes yours

well. fuck. steve looks up and sees billy staring back at him, looking uncomfortable and maybe upset but also not. it’s hard to read him sometimes.

but, not always. “is this about last night?” he asks quietly, watching billy twist his mouth and look away, giving the smallest nod imaginable.

a soft sigh leaves steve as his shoulders drop, all anger leaving him as he steps closer to the blond, who’s staring at him through his thick eyelashes.

“let’s just forget about last night, hm?” steve murmurs, “we were both being assholes and, don’t worry, a stupid little argument isn’t going to, like…make me not want to see you again. that would be stupid.”

billy considers it, quietly, until he tilts his head a little and eyes the pocket of steve’s polo, “yeah. yeah, i’d like that. i…” his brows furrow and he looks into steve’s eyes again, that familiar fire once again behind them as he mutters, “i’m not great at apologies and shit, either. so. yeah.”

steve smiles, something knowing and soft, and it’s enough to make billy give a small one of his own - a twitch at the corner of his mouth as they stare at each other.

“c’mon,” billy finally murmurs, “let’s go for a drive.”

“if i’m good, will you read me this yourself?” steve grins as he waves the poem between them, which billy quickly snatches out of his fingers and gives him a playful look.

“if you’re very good, sure,” billy hums, tucking it into the pocket of his denim jacket, “now let’s go, pretty boy.”

steve is good. very good. and the sound of billy’s poetry is so much sweeter when it falls from his mouth between breathy sighs and quiet moans.

part 4

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #steve x billy #billy x steve #poet!billy #dyslexic!steve #i’m having too much fun w these #bambiwrites

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nyctophiliq · 1 year

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COLLEGE HAREM AU. feat viktor, cassandra, grayson

please be aware that every character is over the age of eighteen in this au and there will be sexual themes across the whole au- minors do not interact.

content warning. lowercase writing intended, sub ! afab ! reader, dom ! characters, fingering, mommy kink, dub-con, vaginal sex, vaginal penetration,

VIKTOR, president of the engineering club

viktor doesn't leave his dorm or his personal office inside the club room unless he is attending classes, otherwise, he is locked up in there from dawn to night. so imagine your surprise when he is the one looking for you during a lunch break, asking if you'd like to meet him in his office for some club president-privileged coffee. he apologizes that there is only one chair and proceeds to offer the place on his lap which you gladly accept but only if it doesn't hurt him. why wouldn't you accept it? viktor is nothing more than an emo nerd and you know what they say- there is something bigger in his pants than his chest sometimes. as soon as both of your undergarments along with your pants are tossed somewhere on the floor, when he is deep inside of you he reveals that he listens in on you and jinx when the two of you think no one can hear you. he can hear the two of you alright.

"i saw you and jinx the other day, as talented as she might be... i can't let her fuck you stupid."

CASSANDRA, head of the election committee and law professor

it would be a lie if you said you never looked at professor cassandra's way once or twice. among all the professors on the staff, she is the most elegant, most well-dressed person and no student can deny that they would try their way with her, including you. but of course, that was only until she invited you to her office numerous times and she made her advances on you. professor cassandra called you into her office, asking if her lectures are enjoyable and whether she is understandable or not. you give her your honest opinion and for your sincerity, she gave you a great reward of helping you out in many ways. first, it was paying for some of your school fees than buying you gifts she gave you in the privacy of her office then came the even more exciting part- her lingering touches, her leaning in for a kiss but retreating halfway. oh how she was afraid if she kisses you she would never be able to let you go so she only used her fingers on you, whisper all the dirty things she wish she could do with her mouth to you, but never let her lips to touch yours. it was straining her of logical thinking, but she had to restrain herself just a little while longer.

"don't you remember what mommy told you, y/n? no panties when you are visiting me."

GRAYSON, p.e. professor and supervisor of the campus patrol

although you do not have your physical education classes with professor grayson, she still manages to run into you every day on multiple occasions. pulls you aside and asks if professor marcus is treating your class right, and that he isn't making any inappropriate comments about any of your classmates. she invites you into her big office, and catches you staring at her trophies from her younger days when she was a professional athlete before joining the police, then deciding to teach. all while telling you that she backs you up to her desk, her hands settling on your waist before her fingers slip into the hem of your skirt/pants and you end up on the table. she never stops praising you, noting off every muscle and curve you have, murmuring it against your lips as her finger pads ran across your body before slipping into your panties. her head falls on your shoulder, small laughs leaving through her nose at every jolt and twitch of your body while her fingers work in and out of you, her lips leaving searing kisses on the skin across your neck and collarbone.

"rough exercises like this might leave marks... but that wouldn't be a problem, would it now, my dear y/n? hm?"

#📼 › moss tapes #arcane grayson x reader #arcane grayson x reder smut #grayson x reader smut #grayson smut #arcane viktor x reader #arcane viktor x reader smut #cassandra kiramman x reader #cassandra kiramman x reader smut #arcane college au #enforcer grayson x reader smut #arcane cassandra kirmman x reader smut #arcane smut

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Oh that mental image of him breaking down and his Dragonite gently holding him until he's ready to hug back--crying in the club fr I wanna write this scene so much

Another personal hc that I have is definitely one that has a lot of self-projecting onto it. Mostly from the throw away line of 'my knees are creaking' and how the other E4s run to the end of the arena while he takes his sweet time. Couple that with lines on how he fell asleep and is always just resting at the club, a part of me likes to think that he's got some health issues. Maybe joint pain or something that causes chronic exhaustion.

Drayton isn't all too bad with his classes schoolwork wise but he fails primarily on his lack of attendance. Maybe it's partially from days where getting out of bed is hard, or when he can't pretend that everything's all fine and dandy. Sitting down often because standing or walking too long causes his knees to act up. Napping when he can cause he's just low-key tired all the time.

Perhaps he wouldn't have gotten the reputation of being lazy and a slacker if he just spoke up about it but no. He gives me the vibes of someone who dislikes pity, having a level of pride where he prefers to handle stuff on his own. He's got a system with his Pokemon where they help him on bad days. Shame that's how people saw him but it's not like he's making an effort to dispel it anyway. He'd hate it if those displeased looks turned to pity instead

But I'm also a sucker for days where he just can't summon up the energy to pretend around people, and while most just chalk it up to him being lazy again, maybe his friends can tell and help make things a little easier.

(Again, that's just my personal hc with a healthy dose of self projection. I just love putting him through situations haha)

Omf cndmcndm yeah yeah I get that I understand that that hit me right at home lmfaooo

No but, imagine if the reason behind that too is bc how grueling the training of Drayden was. Cause I also have this small hc that Iris really tried to keep up w Drayden's 10k push ups, sit ups, and squats during their training too (so she's a bit built thanks to that lmfao), but Drayton couldn't keep up w that, he tries but he couldn't, his body wasn't frail to say the least, but he wasn't built like Drayden or Iris, his body was a bit weaker compared to theirs, so when he tries, even when he did warm ups beforehand, it'd still leave his body quite sore

That plus the lil hc I have that he always waits for Iris to come back home most nights, so he stays up late most of the time too, making him tired the next day

But yeah, with his pride, he always refuse to get help, to the point he conditioned himself that there really is nothing wrong w him, but there is y'know, and sometimes he can't handle it anymore. There was once his body just needed rest that he didn't go to school at all, it resulted in his fam telling him if he's that lazy then he should just stop going to school and just help around the house, after all, he isn't trusted enough for the gym, wasn't motivated enough to do any kind of work, not even w school, so what's he gonna do

Anyways yeah, this I canon in my heart anon, just let the boy sleep in he deserves it

#i do love how the rest of the e4 notices maybe #amarys is always the one who notices it first #then she goes to tell crispin #who then tells lacey #then lacey just up and sometimes forces drayton to take a break #w dray really just going 'well cant say no to a break'#other students would often just question the bb e4 bc drayton is already a slacker he doesnt even do much why are they giving him a break #but the e4 knew better than to share. it wasnt their secret to tell #they know how grueling it was for him to keep up w his family so while sometimes they disagree and argue on things #they do really care abt each other #even their resident slakoth drayton #oughhgh new unova kids #pls now i wanna make hcs abt the four of them ncmdnd #plus kieran maybe bc hes also cool and he and crispin seems close hahah #pokemon hcs #an ask and an answer #anon #edit: also anon!! if you do write it tag me or send it here too i would love to read it!! hahaha

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antaresgalaeth · 1 year

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Yearning for her (Sebastian Sallow x Hufflepuff OC)

Notes: Hi! This is my very first fanfic. My intention was to write a oneshot with a smut scene but I ended up writing more than expected, so I suppose now my next goal is finish it in a second chapter 😅 I am a completely rookie at writing, I'm just trying to have fun while I improve my skills. Please keep in mind that I'm not a English native speaker. Any corrections and constructive criticism are very welcome 🤗 (link with second part below).

Warnings: Angsty, Spoilers from Hogwarts Legacy, jealousy, toxic behavior, possessive Sebastian, smut (fingering, masturbation), toxic relationship, WiP✍🏻

Word count: 2826

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December, 1891. Alessa, Sebastian and Ominis are in their sixth year at Hogwarts following the events in Hogwarts Legacy. The relationship between Sebastian and Ominis was back to normal after a summer filled with conflict and reconciliation. Alessa has found a great friendship in both of the boys. But even though the situation calmed down and they finally could get a normal school year, there were still some unresolved tensions.

Sebastian noticed Alessa since last course, when they had their first duel in Defense Against the Dark Arts class, a mysterious girl who had just arrived at Hogwarts at the age of 16 and, nevertheless, she beat him without even disheveled. Along the school year, she gave him her absolut support for trying to find a cure for Anne, his twin. Her great easiness to learn spells and cast them on the battlefield, her curiosity, her thirst for adventure and her kind heart made Sebastian lose his head for her over time. Since they finished 5th year and started in 6th year, he wanted to go a step further to show her how massive his desire was for her, but the guilt for his terrible past acts kept stopping him.

The only thing that didn't stop was his jealousy every time some guy got close to her. Alessa became a popular person, everyone at Hogwarts knew who she was, the girl who defeated Ranrok and Rookwood, apart from excelling in his classes even having started so late. “I approached her first'' thought Sebastian with rage each time something like that happened, while being flooded by feelings of urgency to make her his. Every time he saw her walking the halls or at the classroom, he couldn't take his eyes off her.

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Today was Potion class with Professor Sharp, in the morning. There she was, as radiant as every day and ready at her table, on Omini’s left side. Normally, when she was attending classes, she pulled back her hair in a low bun and a small and rebel lock always fell over her left cheekbone. Sebastian asked himself how it would be to the touch, imagining his fingers meandering through her hair, caressing her from the temple to her nape, at the same time he pulled his head close to hers, sensing their warm breath one over the other, until they lightly rub their lips and… “Are you planning to go in or are you going to stay by the door all day, Mr. Sallow?" Professor Sharp protested over Sebastian’s shoulder, he came behind him to start the class.

Everyone left what they were doing and they turned to the door, standing up, as a welcome to the Professor. “I’m sorry, Professor”, Sebastian's cheeks flushed when he realized he was daydreaming, so he bowed his head and quickened his step to reach his corresponding cauldron, sitting on Alessa’s left side, leaving her in the middle of Ominis and himself. “A great start to the day, I see” Ominis mocked Sebastian. “You…see?” he answered in a sarcastic tone while raising his eyebrows and tilting his head to the side. Ominis chuckled at the same time that he was touching a sopophorous bean, helping himself with the sense of smell. “Good morning, Sebastian” Alessa received him at the table with her beautiful smile. He returned the gesture and winked.

“Today we will continue with the Draught of living death potion. Well, even if it doesn't take long to brew, it doesn’t mean it will be easy to make. At the end of the class you will be examined”. Professor Sharp made a pause, scanning his students’ faces, “Tell me, Miss Galaeth. Could you tell me what was the third step in its making?”. Alessa repositions herself in her chair to face the teacher with an upright posture, lowers her hands into her lap as her fingertips play against each other, looking up trying to remember. “Hmm… you have to… stir twice… clockwise”, she concluded faster as she was finishing. “Excellent, 5 points to Hufflepuff”. Alessa could relax her shoulders and let out a small huff of relief, spinning on herself to go back to their desk. To Sebastian, she looked very cute when she behaved that proper in class, knowing how savage she could become outside Hogwarts.

They've spent the rest of the class focusing on their own potion brewing to pass their exam. Sebastian was lost on the notes from his notebook, he had a large amount of annotations filled with priceless information that only he could understand, because his learning method was chaotic, like himself. Alessa began to help Ominis between whispers when she finished her potion successfully, whenever Professor Sharp was busy, when she saw him struggling with it the second time he had to start over. Sebastian looked at them with a serious face, and not because he was worried about them getting caught by the Professor, precisely. Sebastian was happy about the good friendship that has been forged between his best friend and her though, but he couldn't avoid the feeling that something might come up between the two of them. Ominis never confessed anything about Alessa to him, but he didn’t talk about it either, about his true feelings for her. The thought of that brought a knot to his stomach.

Class ended and everyone ran out of there as if someone had dropped a stink bomb. “You cannot realize how much I appreciate your help from before, I owe you” Ominis said to Alessa, his head tilted towards her with his glassy eyes looking nowhere. “The truth is I admire your determination for brewing potions, Ominis. It must be tremendously complex without seeing what you’re doing”, she made a brief pause, “I'm a little embarrassed to admit it, but sometimes I observe you working with the ingredients and…”, she laughed nervously, “...one day I covered my eyes trying to make a Wiggenweld potion. The results were a complete mess!”. Ominis frowned with a smile, “I suppose that for someone who depends on their sight so much, it’s more complicated”. Sebastian started to feel left out so he joined the conversation, “I’ve already tried to learn braille when I met him our 1st year”, he put a hand on Ominis’ shoulder and getting in the way of those two, “The only thing I could manage to understand was the letter ‘A’, because it was just a dot. No idea of the rest”, he raised the same arm that was on Ominis to scratch himself in the nape with his hand.

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“I’ll meet you by lunch time, I have no more classes until then” Ominis said, deviating his walk to a secluded bench in the Central Hall, to do some reading about Herbology. Alessa kept her path to the Transfiguration class along with Sebastian and other classmates, like Natty and Garreth. Before crossing the gate to the courtyard, Peeves showed up from nowhere, scaring everyone and Sebastian landed on his butt. “Booo!” The ghost, bursting of laughter, stole Sebastian’s notebook that fell on the floor and, with a fart-like sound plus a sneer, he flew towards the corridor they had left behind, where the Potion class was. “Wiiii. I bet you can't catch me!” screamed Peeves in the distance.

“Damn poltergeist!” Sebastian growled while standing up. “Go without me, I don’t want you to miss class because of me” he said to Alessa, she couldn't do anything but press her lips and to frown her forehead, Peeves' nuisance was very well known, so she wished him good luck and he went ahead quickening his pace to retrieve his notebook, at the same time he was condemning the ghost.

Christmas decorations were starting to appear everywhere at Hogwarts. A lot of boys and girls standing in the halls under the mistletoe, excited, waiting for their crush to try to get a kiss from them. The silly giggles were the soundtrack between classes these days.

“Hey” You are Alessa Galaeth, right?” Alessa was crossing the courtyard that adjoined the Transfiguration class, when a guy from Gryffindor called for her in a deep voice. He was leaning on one side of the many arcs from the corridor that surrounded the patio, his legs and arms crossed. His friends departed and he was left alone. Alessa pointed to herself with one finger and he made a gesture with his hand to her so she would come closer.

“Hi, do you need my help with anything?” She was used to people asking her favors from time to time since she came to the school. The boy straightened, he was tall and corpulent. His golden hair fell flat to his eyebrows, he had piercing indigo blue eyes and his full lips extended to a smile where perfect teeth peeked out. “I’m James Wright, I have the pleasure of meeting you at last, I wanted to know the legend of Hogwarts personally”, the boy stretched out his hand and Alessa did the same, waiting for a handshake, but instead he took her hand softly and planted a kiss on the back. Alessa showed him a courtesy smile, “Nice to meet you too, James, but I’ve never considered myself a legend. By the way, you are the keeper of the Quidditch team, aren’t you?” Alessa has been hearing his name in the girls’ bathroom the whole trimester, every girl wanted to date him before the summer vacations, because he was in the 7th year already and now was their last chance with him. “The very same” he nodded, widening his shoulders proudly.

James was bragging about his last feats on the Quidditch pitch for a few moments. Every few seconds he would take a step to move the conversation further down the corridor. There came a time when Alessa got lost in her thoughts thinking she would be late for class, until a sudden movement surprised her.

James brought his big hand closer to Alessa’s face, he tucked her lock behind her ear and creeped his fingers under her jawline to hold her chin and lift it so they could see each other’s eyes. “My teammates were right, you’re not only an extraordinary witch but also a beautiful one indeed”. Alessa buried his head in the scarf as much as she could. James, with an imposted surprise, signaled to the ceiling “Oh, look! We’re right under the mistletoe”. Alessa looked up instinctively. “Tradition says that anyone who’s been kissed under it, they'll find love”, he continued.

When Alessa returned the gaze, he was arching his back to meet her height. “Would you like to test it?” he whispered in her ear. Blood rose to her cheekbones quickly, “I’m flattered, but I think I'll pass, thank you” she murmured, frowning her eyebrows. James extended his left arm to lean it against the wall, cornering Alessa, their robes rubbed against each other. His other hand went to comb his fringe back, showing his features better. “There’s no need to get nervous”, he chuckled, “Is it because you haven’t kissed anyone yet?”. Alessa’s lips squeezed into a horizontal line, that was a very personal question. She was reserving her first kiss to someone special and he definitely wasn’t.

James wouldn’t give up, his success with the girls made him think that anyone would surrender to his charms, that Alessa was playing hard to get. “Don’t worry, just close your eyes and let yourself go. I bet you another kiss that you’re going to like it”, he said with a seductive voice. Alessa didn’t know where to look, “I thank you for your interest in me, truly, but we can leave it here, ok?” she muttered uneasily while she extended one foot to get out of James's personal space. He grabbed her by her arm, not letting her leave. “You're not going to make me beg, are you? Come on, I’ll buy you something later, at The Three Broomsticks”. Alessa opened her mouth to reply but someone spoke in her place.

“Leave my friend alone! Don’t you have a shred of decency?” Ominis was approaching from the corner of the corridor with his wand raised to guide him, his tone reminded Alessa that time when he scolded her upon hearing her leave the Undercroft the first time she went there. “I think she said NO, so let her be at once!”. James straightened up, broadening his shoulders and letting his arms fall to his sides, Ominis may not be able to see him, but his aura was imposing. “I’m sorry, but this is a private conversation between her and me, so go stick your nose somewhere else, Slytherin”, James sneered at him. Ominis leaned his head even more with anger, adding tension to his hands closed in fists with elbows slightly arched. His body swayed slightly. “I know who you are and my family has direct contact with the Headmaster, if you ever come bothering her again, I’ll have Quidditch to be suspended a second time”. James snorted at the threat “You’ll have the whole school against you, if you do that”. “Do you think I care? Try me and you’ll see” Ominis snapped. Alessa wasn't so sure if he was bluffing or telling the truth, his words were convincing though.

James recognized who Ominis Gaunt was, his last name was very well known in the wizarding world and there weren’t any other blind students in Hogwarts. In case of doubt, James clicked his tongue exasperated, looked at Alessa without saying a word and he walked away where Ominis came from while shaking his head and muttering, consciously bumping his shoulder into his. Ominis wobbled for a moment not expecting the tackle, but was able to stabilize.

Alessa stood fast in front of Ominis and she hugged him at the same time she snorted in relief “Ominis! Thank you so much for getting rid of him”. She breathed deeply on the back of his neck, a fresh woody fragrance flooded Alessa's lungs. Ominis relaxed the gesture and, with a warm grin, he hugged her back, “I’m glad I arrived on time. I’ve listened to a group of students whispering about a certain James from the Quidditch team, they had bet that he would get a kiss from the savior of Hogwarts” his last words were spoken with aversion, “That’s why I stopped my reading and headed back here because it was obvious they were talking about you. Are you alright?”. Alessa's heart began to beat very fast, she moved away from the hug, leaving her hands resting on Ominis' shoulders. “I am now. Do you remember what you’ve just said to me after the exam? We’re even”. She leaned towards him and gave him a timid fleeting kiss on the cheek that she would regret due to the shame it would cause her instantly, but she couldn't help it, it came from her soul.

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Sebastian finally recovered his notebook from Peeves. He was crossing at forced marches The Transfiguration Courtyard when he caught sight of Ominis being kissed by a girl out of the corner of his eye. She was standing on tiptoes because she was a little shorter than him. Sebastian remained still to the spot “Since when does Ominis let himself be kissed under the mistletoe? This is new” he thought. Tempted to find out who the girl was so he could pester him for the rest of the year about what he had just witnessed, he approached them to see who she was. His mischievous countenance went somber when he took a few steps and realized it was Alessa. HIS Alessa.

Everything began to spin, he began to imagine Alessa and Ominis kissing passionately with their hands exploring each other's bodies like savages, holding hands under the table, while he stood by with the potions, and a succession of creative scenes that made his heart shatter. His hands froze and began to sweat, his ears burned and he began to spin on the spot, raising his fists and throwing them down hard to vent his frustration.

Alessa and Ominis took their respectives paths, she entered the class and Ominis headed towards the Central Hall again. Neither of them noticed that Sebastian was there, cursing himself for not having the courage to say anything to Alessa earlier. What does Ominis have that he doesn't?. As if he had lost all energy, he reminded himself "He's not a murderer like me." Completely defeated, he walked into class with his head bowed, avoiding looking at or engaging in conversation with Alessa at all times.

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