#Executive Finger Pointer

[thatsbelievable]

[estradasphere]

estradasphere making me go into turbo nerd mode and typing 1900 words of shit thats probably already on discogs anyway

[gureumz]

not my thing

like a freak, like a g [installment 3]

rating: explicit

member: sunoo, jake

premise: he might be the director of communications and relations, but he wants no part in this relation. unless you can convince him. or maybe it takes two to get the job done?

notes: fem!reader, greek life!au, university!au, sunjake threesome, dom!sunjake, dirty talk, slight degradation, blowjobs, unprotected sex, slight exhibitionism and voyeurism

a/n: third installment of the 'sleeping around the frat house' series! more drama! unresolved drama! this is a threesome i haven't seen discussed here yet so i wanted to explore it. mc is halfway through the executive committee so she gets a silver star for now lol but anyways please enjoy! *divider by cafekitsune

"i think we need to lay some ground rules."

jake is pacing his room, chin between his pointer finger and thumb, his teeth gnawing at his bottom lip. you're sitting cross-legged on his bed, hands nervously fidgeting with your sweater.

it's been a few days since the party, the one that led you straight into heeseung's arms and bed. you managed to evade jake the morning after, dashing out the door at barely seven in the morning, sparing heeseung a quick kiss and allowing him a brief grope before you made your escape.

you threw yourself into your university duties after that, (mostly) ignoring jake's texts and pleas for you to come over. what is he even groveling about? it was him who sprung up this arrangement, so it made no sense to you why he's suddenly acting all clingy.

but eventually, you had to give in.

'come over, please? i'll drive around the whole campus if i need to just so i can find you,' jake had texted a few hours ago.

with a sigh, you replied: 'stalker. be at the house in fifteen.'

"what ground rules?" you ask, finally meeting jake's gaze at present. you've avoided looking directly at him since you entered his room a few minutes ago.

jake's eyebrows crease together even more. he walks right up to you, staring down at your confused face.

"for whatever this whole thing is," jake says, gesturing wildly around with his hands.

"you'll have to be more specific than that," you retaliate, pushing yourself off his bed. you rise to your full height and despite being a ways shorter than jake, you square your shoulders, raising a brow at him.

"we need to talk about this game you're playing with my brothers," jake explains, the cadence of his voice slowing down as if recounting something to someone significantly younger than him.

"you know, the one where you try to fuck all of them, one by one?"

"huh," you huff indignantly, tongue poking at your cheek.

"if i remember correctly, you were all for it when you brought it up," you say, mildly accusatory.

jake rubs at his forehead, turning away from you. "i know! it's just..."

jake hangs his head low for a few moments, falling completely silent. your own annoyance ebbs away after a while of him just standing there, giving way to a hint of sympathy. maybe this whole thing was stupid. maybe jake is right to be jealous.

did he have the right, though?

technically...you're not sure.

"i just need some time," jake says with an air of finality. he quickly exits through his door without so much as a glance at you, sending you scrambling after him.

"jake, wait—"

"don't follow me!" jake calls out as he practically thunders down the stairs.

you halt right at the banister overlooking the living room and the front door, the same one you and jake drunkenly (kind of) confessed your attraction to each other. annoyance quickly rises in you as you watch the front door of the house slam shut. you can't help the frustrated noise that escapes you.

you walk over to the top of the stairs, fully intending to follow jake but someone at the bottom landing makes you stop in your tracks.

"hi."

another one of jake's frat brothers stands there, hands in his pockets as he looks up at you. he's wearing a plain black shirt and jeans. you notice that he's leaner compared to the others's bulkier builds, but he has the same handsome features, nonetheless, if not a little softer.

he glances back at the front door where jake had just stormed out seconds ago before returning his attention to you.

"i don't suppose you know where he's going?" you ask in exasperation.

the man shakes his head with a soft laugh. "even if i did, brotherhood compels me to act in jake's best interest."

"well, it's in his best interest to talk to me," you say with a roll of your eyes as you descend the stairs.

"clearly," the frat brother says, watching as you slowly approach where he stands. "it seems like he has a habit of not telling you where he's going, which then ends in you walking around in here asking if anyone knows where he went off to."

you stop two steps above the man. "that is eerily accurate," you say, eyes narrowing.

the man shrugs. "hey, news travels fast here."

you're hit with a wave of deja vu as he grins up at you.

"was that about...," he continues, glancing back at the front door. "your thing?"

"my thing?" you ask, confused.

"your mission to sleep with the entire executive committee."

you smile coyly, walking down the remaining steps and brushing past him. he smells strongly of citrus and fresh laundry and you almost stop just so you can take in more of his scent.

"you could say that," you respond, turning back to him.

the frat brother nods understandingly. you realize with a start that you don't even know his name.

"sorry, i don't think we've met before," you say, reaching your hand out.

the other man smiles. "i'm sunoo."

"________."

"i know," sunoo points out with a playful smirk.

"of course you do," you mutter under your breath.

sunoo chuckles, walking over to the sofa. he pats the space beside him as he plops down. you reluctantly follow, still half wanting to go look for jake.

as if hearing your thoughts, sunoo speaks up.

"look, i'm not gonna sugarcoat things and say that all will be well with jake," sunoo begins.

"you do know he talks to other girls on the side, right?"

you feel your stomach flip uncomfortably at those words. you allow yourself to sit beside sunoo, folding your legs beneath you.

"i...suspected it," you admit as you bite your lip, gaze averting to the side. "but it's not like we're exclusive or anything."

sunoo nods, observing your face.

"and are you okay with that setup?" sunoo questions.

you shrug. "i was. well, i still am. not quite sure where he stands on the matter."

"he totally freaked out on me when he heard i..," you clear your throat. "slept with heeseung."

sunoo grins sheepishly at this. "that may have been my fault. i told him about you and heeseung that night."

you raise a brow at sunoo but ultimately wave a dismissive hand his way.

"don't feel bad about it. he was gonna find out, either way. it's not like i was going to keep it a secret," you conclude.

"still, i'm sorry," sunoo apologizes. "being the director of communications and relations, sometimes my mouth has a mind of its own."

your ears perk up. director of communications and relations?

you're seriously starting to question your morals at this point. jake is out there, doing god knows what at god knows where, having stormed out after the two of you fought over you sleeping with his frat brother.

and yet here you are, thinking about fucking another one.

well, it was jake's idea, anyway.

your eyes swiftly glance over sunoo's figure, relaxed and lazily leaning back against the couch. he catches your eye just as your gaze returns to his face.

"so, what exactly do you do as director of communications?" you ask casually, resting your head against your hand as your elbow perches on the back of the couch.

"draft and proofread letters sent out to the school, other frats, and sororities, handle internal announcements, manage the social media, all that fun stuff," sunoo explains, counting off on his slender, perfectly tapered fingers.

"the frat's tiktok is really taking off, thanks to me," sunoo says proudly. he beams at you and you can't help but smile back.

"oh, you're the one posting thirst traps of the other members on the frat account?" you ask, shifting your weight to face sunoo fully.

he nods, shrugging nonchalantly.

"the likes and comments come flooding in," sunoo declares.

"i don't think i've seen an entry from you," you challenge with a raise of your brow.

sunoo scoffs, shaking his head. "i'm just the guy behind the camera. i'm better at thinking of witty captions than posing half-naked for the whole university and beyond to ogle at."

"i doubt that," you say delicately, subtly knocking your knees against sunoo's.

sunoo pauses, jaw unhinging slightly. a flash of realization washes over his face.

"you're a sly one, aren't you?" sunoo accuses lightheartedly. "don't tell me you're thinking of...it with me. really? while jake is out there sulking around?"

you scoff, eyes rolling. "he can sulk all he wants. in fact, he can go cry to one of his other girls."

sunoo seems dumbfounded, not even trying to hide his utter surprise and mild confusion. he sits up straight, bottom lip slipping beneath his teeth as he lets his eyes wander down your form.

"i'm not...casual hookups aren't really my thing," sunoo admits, voice softer and seemingly unsure.

"i'm not forcing you to do anything," you respond, holding your hands up. "you can always say no."

sunoo fidgets, his leg bouncing up and down. he eyes you warily but you can see a flicker of curiosity in his irises. something else is present in the way he looks at you. sunoo's eyes seem to sharpen before you, rendering him akin to a fox observing its prey.

men are so easy.

"but it doesn't mean i haven't thought about it before," sunoo informs quietly.

you smile, laying a hand on his knee.

"since you're the director of communications and relations, why don't you just communicate with me? let me know when to stop," you instruct, inching your way up sunoo's thigh. he stiffens and you pause, eyeing him cautiously.

sunoo remains still. you resume your movements, squeezing along the way. his breath hitches but he doesn't say anything to stop you. the tips of your fingers brush just below his crotch area and you look straight at sunoo, silently asking.

"one last chance to back away," you say.

sunoo gulps.

"go on," he whispers.

you cup sunoo through his jeans and he sighs, head thrown back. he adjusts himself, spreading his legs wider as his arms come to rest on the back of the couch.

before you can second guess yourself, you lean forward, catching sunoo by surprise as you kiss him square on the lips. his hand darts up to hold your face steady. you swing a leg over sunoo's sprawled out figure and his other arm snakes around your waist, pulling you down onto himself.

you part from him briefly, lips slick with spit. sunoo's eyes are wide yet something dark lurks within. he rolls his hips up and you gasp, planting your hands firmly on his shoulders. you retaliate by pressing down on sunoo's crotch and you both moan, the friction sending heat up your body.

sunoo leans in, lips gliding up your neck. "there are cameras in the living room."

you glance up, scanning the corners until your eyes finally land on a white surveillance device on the right side of the room.

"who handles the footage?" you whisper, a soft groan following shortly as sunoo nips just below your ear.

"heeseung."

you smile, leaning your head further away so sunoo can continue on your neck.

"i'm sure we can work something out with him," you say, fingers toying with the hair near sunoo's nape.

the sound of the front door unlocking reaches your ears too late. you turn to see jake standing in the doorway, expression unreadable as he takes in the scene in front of him.

jake's face goes slack as he rolls his eyes, a bitter laugh escaping him.

"can't say i'm surprised," jake muses, kicking the door closed behind him and locking it.

you make a move to slide off sunoo's lap but jake holds a hand out.

"oh, please, don't let me interrupt," jake hurriedly says. a wicked grin takes over his features.

"in fact, pretend i'm not even here."

jake saunters over to the single sofa chair opposite the big couch. you follow him with your eyes as he plops down, clasping his hands over his stomach as if settling down to watch his favorite show on the tv.

sunoo shifts uncomfortably beneath you, hands gripping your thighs on either side of him.

"jake—"

"i said," jake presses on. you can see the way he eyes both you and sunoo darkly.

"continue."

"j-jake, if you don't want us to—," sunoo chimes in.

"if you're gonna fuck her, i wanna see it," jake cuts sunoo off.

you swallow, turning back to sunoo. he looks back at you, chest rising and falling rapidly. you feel him twitch between your legs and you bite at your lip.

"fuck," sunoo mutters softly before surging forward, enveloping your lips in his. you squeak in surprise, fingers tangling in sunoo's hair once more.

so, you're really doing this.

"suck me off," sunoo whispers, though his tone is commanding. his eyes flick behind you momentarily but his face is hardened in determination.

you stumble off sunoo's lap, helping him undo and tug his jeans down. you can feel jake's gaze burning through the back of your head but not a sound comes from the older. you dare not look behind you.

sunoo discards of his underwear too, letting his cock spring free. you take his length in your hand, circling the base with your fingers. you gather spit in your mouth, letting a drop fall from your lips down to sunoo's tip. he hisses, cradling your face as you lick a long stripe up his shaft.

you take nearly all of sunoo on your first pass down, lips stretched around his girth, more saliva building up in your mouth. you swirl your tongue as you come back up and sunoo curses loudly.

a clatter sounding suspiciously like a belt hitting the flour resounds from behind you but you focus on the task at hand. you bob your head up and down in a steady rhythm, pussy clenching down around nothing as you listen to the sound of sunoo's moans, reverberating deep in his chest.

"fuck, you're so good," sunoo praises, eyes focused on you. you peer up at him through your lashes and sunoo's eyes roll into the back of his head.

"ah!" he moans out as your teeth graze ever so slightly around him.

a sound between a gasp and a whine escapes you as you feel your scalp sting, your lips abruptly pulled off of sunoo's aching cock. you reach up, feeling sunoo's hand tangled in your hair. he's looking at you, pupils blown wide. sunoo pulls your head back even farther. you let out a strangled moan.

"face him," sunoo commands, turning to jake behind you. you finally allow yourself too look and you're met with jake, his own dick in his fist, pumping languidly as he watches the two of you.

"take off your pants then get on my lap," sunoo continues. you obey, standing on shaky legs. you shimmy out of your pants and underwear, kicking them to the side. sunoo's hands find their way to your hips as you face jake, the younger pulling you back down.

you feel sunoo's stiffness between your legs, the head of his cock rubbing lightly against your folds.

"put it in," sunoo whispers, planting a brief kiss on your shoulder. you reach down, aligning sunoo with your aching hole. you ease yourself over him, mouth falling open as he easily slips inside you.

sunoo leans back against the couch, hands still firm on your hips.

"well?" jake speaks up all of a sudden.

"ride him."

you plant your feet on the ground beneath you, hands clutching at sunoo's arms that are holding you from behind. you bite your lip, eyebrows creased in concentration as you start to move on sunoo's cock.

you keep your gaze on jake as he speeds up on his own dick, eyes hungrily taking in the obscene view in front of him. your tits bounce about beneath your tight shirt and to say that you looked absolutely debauched would be an understatement.

your heart quickens when you see jake rise from his seat, discarding of his own bottoms before making his way towards you. his cock is stiff, the tip an angry red and leaking precum. your mouth waters as jake gets closer.

"since you want it all," jake begins, a large hand grasping at your chin. "i'm sure you have no problem multitasking."

jake pushes the head of his cock to your lips and you still momentarily on sunoo. you let jake push his length into your warm mouth, flinching when you feel him reach the back of your throat.

"fuck, yeah," jake breathes. "you really are a cockhungry slut."

you whine in protest but you're cut off by sunoo landing a hard smack on your ass from behind you.

"keep moving," sunoo says through gritted teeth, his hold on your hips tightening as he maneuvers you over his dick.

you feel tears prickle at your eyes as jake takes ahold of your hair. he starts to fuck your mouth, shaking his head in disappointment.

"guess you can't take two at the same time, after all," jake comments, voice tinged with annoyance.

you start to grind down on sunoo, focusing on letting him reach deep inside you. a muffled sob escapes you as you feel sunoo hit that spot within your walls and he, in turn, groans as he feels you clench around him.

your head is spinning, with jake filling up your mouth and sunoo sheathed fully in you. your whole body seems to ignite, the feeling of having jake and sunoo at the same time nearly overwhelming you.

jake pulls you off of him, his fist moving furiously over the length of his cock. you sniffle, the tears now cascading down your cheeks. you look up pleadingly at jake while your hips rut furiously, trying to reach your own orgasm.

"open," jake commands, voice gruff with effort. you obey, letting your tongue hang out. you're panting, too, your fingers reaching down to circle around your clit while you squirm and swivel on sunoo.

"god, you're like a dumb puppy begging for cum," jake comments with a snicker, hand returning around your chin as he holds you in place.

"make him cum or i'm not giving it to you," jake says, hand stopping around his shaft.

you whine pathetically, speeding up even more on sunoo's lap.

"shit," sunoo curses behind you. "yeah, just like that, oh fuck!"

you feel sunoo twitch inside you, finishing and painting your walls with his cum. you squeeze your eyes shut, fingers pressing down desperately on your clit while you grind down on sunoo's sensitive cock. you hear him protest but you ignore it in lieu of your own release.

"that's right. good girl," jake coos. "come on, sweetheart, cum with me."

with your tongue still out, you sob as your body seizes up, your orgasm washing over you like a tidal wave. you feel warm spurts of cum land over your face as jake finishes shortly after, a satisfied groan leaving you as you taste jake in your mouth.

you crack an eye open, the other partially covered in jake's spunk. everything is silent for a moment as the two men catch their breath. you carefully dab away at your face with the back of your hand, the sting in the back of your throat and between your legs finally catching up with you.

"________," sunoo says weakly. "please get off. my dick can't take another second of you clenching around it."

you giggle tiredly, letting jake help you pull off sunoo.

jake leans in to kiss your cheek. "that was so hot."

"yeah, yeah," you say, rolling your eyes playfully. "let's get out of here before someone comes in and turns this into a foursome."

---

"this can't be fucking real," heeseung mutters under his breath as he rewinds the video on his phone screen. the home surveillance app is pulled up, showing him the footage from the last twenty-four hours.

the audio is nonexistent but the image is clear as day: you bouncing on sunoo's cock while jake jerks off right across from you.

"this girl..." heeseung says before laughing silently to himself.

"what girl?"

heeseung turns away from his phone to see sunghoon entering the kitchen. his neck glistens with sweat, evidence that he'd just come up from the den where the gym equipment are.

heeseung shuts his phone down.

"you'll meet her soon enough."

[taetaespeaches]

showing care through tending to each other’s hair

bts x reader (ocs) genre: fluff word count: 2K

a/n: Hi lovelies! Here’s just some blurbs about bts and reader/oc tending to each other’s hair in different ways. Idk if this is executed as well as the idea I had in my head, but I hope you all like it anyway. I just think caring for one another’s hair is kind of romantic... maybe? Thanks for reading! :)) 

↬ seokjin: “What on earth did you do?” Standing at the doorway of the bathroom, you eye your boyfriend as he lowers the kitchen scissors and flashes you a bashful and guilty grin. “I don’t like when my hair covers my eyes,” he pouts cutely, making you giggle. “Those are our kitchen scissors, Seokjin,” you point out as you walk towards him to inspect his hair cutting skills. Jin turns to face you and leans against the edge of the sink, fighting desperately to not laugh at your attempt to pretend like he didn’t completely botch his hair. “How does it look?” He asks, amused by himself as you snort in response. “Your stylists are going to kill you,” you finally tell him as you trace the uneven ends of his hair with your pointer finger. “Fix it?” He suggests cutely, peering into your gaze from under the askew fringe. Gesturing for the scissors, he easily hands them over, allowing you to take over. “You should have waited for me anyway,” you giggle as his arm snakes around your waist to hold you close to him. “I have actual hair cutting shears, you know.” You watch as his plump lips curve into an amused smile as he nods at you. “This is more fun though, don’t you think?”

↬ yoongi: Your boyfriend is sleepy as he watches the basketball game, his head resting in your lap. He’s spent the first half of the game re-explaining the rules of the game to you for the umpteenth time as you toyed distractedly with his hair. It’s gotten so long, enticing you to keep brushing your fingers through it. “I think your hair is long enough to braid.” You watch as he contorts his features into a confused look that makes him resemble an old grandpa except with pouty lips. “What’s that look for?” You question as he holds back a grin. “Why would I need to braid it?” Rolling your eyes, you comb your fingers through his soft strands. “Why not?” you counter before sectioning his hair into three pieces. As you thread the pieces together, Yoongi’s head becomes heavier against your thighs, his breathing deepening. Intertwining his hair a few more times, you smile to yourself and the pretty braid on the side of his head. “See? I told you,” you tell him, holding the braid together between your fingertips. He simply smiles lazily as he pretends to ignore you, much too enthralled by the dribbling of the ball. Unraveling the strands and brushing them out, you begin again, repeating the motions over and over. Looking up at the game, you watch as one of the players gets fouled and takes to the free throw line. “Wait, why do they get to shoot for that foul but the other guy didn’t?” You ask, getting no response. Peering down at the man, you find he’s been lulled to sleep by the gentle touches on his hair. Grinning at him, you continue braiding his dark hair, happy to see Yoongi so relaxed in your lap.

↬ hoseok: “What are you looking at?” your boyfriend asks over your shoulder as you sit on the kitchen stool, peering down at the phone that holds your attention. Gasping and tugging the device against your chest, you look over your shoulder at his pretty smiling face. “Can’t a girl get some privacy with her second boyfriend?” You tease, Hoseok immediately tsking in disapproval and shaking his head. “You’re so mean,” he playfully complains as you lower the phone to let him see the images you’re scrolling through. “I want to change my hair,” you tell him as he scrutinizes the different hairstyles. He oohs in excitement taking the seat next to you and leaning over your body, touching his pointer finger to the screen and swiping through your options. “Wah,” he suddenly exhales as though he was overwhelmed just by the thought of you with the style displayed. “You’d look really sexy with this,” he kisses your shoulder, causing a small smile to tug on your lips. “A bob? You think I should go that short?” You ask skeptically. “If you want,” she shrugs. “I think it would look really good.” Smiling at him, you deposit the phone on the counter and rise to your feet to stand in front of your boyfriend, squeezing yourself between his thighs. Draping your forearms over his shoulders, you bend just enough to leave a kiss to the apple of his pretty cheeks. “You always think I’m sexy though,” you point out, Hoseok giggling in amusement. “Because you are,” he replies, wrapping his arms around the back of your thighs and tugging you closer to him as he beams. “But still, I like the bob.”

↬ namjoon: You watch in amusement as Namjoon struggles to twist the top of his water bottle off. When he looks across the kitchen island at you with wide innocent eyes, you have to fight back your giggle. Reaching out your hand, he reluctantly places the bottle in your grasp. “Arm day?” You ask as you screw the cap a little, just enough to hear the cracks of it opening. “They’re dead,” he sighs, taking the bottle back from you when you hand it over. “Thank you.” Smiling at him, you tilt your head to the side. “You look like you need to relax for a bit,” you tell him, the man giving you a soft smile. “Let me wash your hair for you.” His eyebrows lift in surprise as he runs a hand through the soft strands. “What? Really?” Nodding at him, you start walking toward the bathroom. “Come on,” you gesture down the hall, telling him to follow you. He does, like a giddy puppy, following wherever you tell him. His face is all crescent eyes, a beautiful smile, and cute dimples as you turn on the water to let it warm up. “We need to give your massive arms a rest,” you tease, though being sincere. Namjoon scoffs but smiles in embarrassed flattery, his expression handsome and slightly goofy.  “Let me take care of you, babe.” You love taking care of him, and it’s not often that you get to dote on him in such a way. He shakes his head and squeezes his eyes shut bashfully, but follows his shyness by taking his shirt off and stepping toward you a bit more confidently. Perhaps you didn’t think this plan through.

↬ jimin: Standing in front of the bathroom mirror brushing your hair, you catch Jimin’s reflection entering the bathroom with his eyes glued to you. “Want help?” He asks through a stunning smile, making you lower the brush and lift your eyebrows in expectation. “You wanna help me, angel?” You ask, Jimin appearing behind you and nodding. “Let me see.” You hand him the brush and tilt your head back slightly to give him better access to the strands. His strokes are gentle as he drags the bristles against your hair, taking his time. There is no rush, as though he would love nothing more than to stand just like this until you feel completely relaxed. Jimin has always been so doting and nurturing, always caring for you in any way he can. Shutting your eyes, you allow yourself to fully appreciate his soothing motions. That is until he giggles, making you pop your eyes open to find him in the mirror smiling in amusement. “I need you to stand up straight, Dear, you’re kind of melting into me here,” he laughs, placing a hand on your hip and guiding you forward. “Sorry,” you smile, realizing you had relaxed completely into his body. However, you immediately miss the feeling of his warmth, this time taking an intentional step back against him. “Dear,” he giggles, giving up and resting his chin against your shoulder. Laughing happily, you turn into his frame and hug your arms around his slim waist. “Sorry,” you say again, this time less sincere as you smile against his neck before leaving a kiss to the spot. “No you’re not,” he retorts, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “No, I’m not.”

↬ taehyung: Eyeing the ends of your hair, you sigh. “I need a trim,” you pout from your spot on the bed as Taehyung hangs some clothes in the closet. “Want me to do it?” He teases from across the room, a small smile on his face as he finds amusement in his own joking. “Could you?” You suddenly ask, gaining his full attention as he snaps his head in your direction, his smile dropping into a blank expression. “What?” He asks in confusion, lowering the shirt and hanger to his side. “Just the ends,” you clarify, fighting back the smile that wants to break through in response to his concern. “I was kidding,” he points out. “I’ve never cut hair before.” You can see the gears in his head turning as he tries to figure out if you’re in your right mind. “There’s a first time for everything,” you shrug. Taehyung’s expression softens slightly as he cracks a small smile, still in disbelief of this interaction. “Peaches,” he sighs, making you giggle. “Dearest,” you reply with a grin. You know the idea of trying something new excites him, and perhaps that’s why you’re pressuring your boyfriend with no hairdressing experience to trim your ends. You’re prepared to tell him how good he is at it just to watch the confidence fill up his stature in that way you love. “You’re losing it,” he then grins as you stand from the bed and make your way towards him. He hangs the shirt just before you reach him and settle your hands on his hips. “Oh, I’m batshit, baby,” you joke. Resting his arms on top of your shoulders, he leans toward you, his lips almost touching yours. “And if I fuck it up?” You shrug again, Taehyung’s face opening into a wide boxy beam. “It’s just hair, Tae.” Pushing yourself forward, you leave a soft kiss to his lips, appreciating the way he has to break away because he’s smiling just a bit too much.

↬ jungkook: Sitting on top of the bathroom counter, you toss your head back in laughter, attempting to catch your breath as Jungkook stares past you and into the mirror with his bambi eyes. A streak of blue sits across his forehead as he asks, “Do you know what you’re doing?” With your blue-stained glove-covered hands held out to the side, you pull a face of offense. “No, but when has that ever mattered?” you question him, watching as a boyish smile overtook his features. “You’ve literally dyed your own hair before, and you’re worried about me.” He glances from his reflection to you as he sighs. “Do I look hot yet?” He asks, pulling a giggle from your lips. “Super hot.” When Jungkook mentioned wanting to dye his hair blue the other day, you jumped on the opportunity to do it for him. Wiping the blue from his forehead, you whisper a quick apology. “I’ll be more careful,” you grin guiltily. “Remember, you’re next,” he warns, flashing a mischievous smile, making you bite your lower lip in thought. “That was not part of the plan,” you argue as you place more dye onto his hair, only for him to take a step away from you to shoot a glare your way. “We’d be couple goals, babe.” Rolling your eyes, you cocked your head to the side, Jungkook mimicking your sassy stance. “We gotta match.” With a sigh, you relent, never really being that against the idea, and never being able to deny him anyway. “Fine. But you’re not done yet,” you nod for him to come closer again. “We’re gonna be so hot together,” he whispers to himself, making you giggle as you get back to work on his hair.

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𝖲𝖴𝖬𝖬𝖠𝖱𝖸 ┊ 𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘨𝘰𝘫𝘰

𝖶𝖠𝖱𝖭𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖲 ┊ 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘢 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵, 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧 & 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵

𝖯𝖠𝖨𝖱𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖲 ┊ 𝘎𝘰𝘫𝘰 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘳��𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

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#1 ::

You were a 3rd year teacher at Toyko Jujutsu high. Recently, two of your students had been suspended; gojo couldn’t miss that opportunity.

“Nice going, [name]” he mocked in a sarcastic tone, a toothy grin rested on his face—sitting on your desk making all sorts of expressions.

“I’d rather have my students suspended than executed.” You retorted with a hum, deciding to take a seat next to your boyfriend. Gojo was quick to take your hand in his.

“Itadori is loads of fun!” He mumbled; A soft chuckle escaped your lips as you held his hand.

#2 ::

You were out with gojo and the first years: Megumi, Nobara, and Itadori.

Nobara, itadori and gojo were all admiring something—you had no idea what is was. While you and megumi were seated on a bench nearby.

“How can you handle Gojo?” Megumi asked in a monotone, his expression was filled with boredom as he checked his phone several times. “I can hardly see someone as calm as you with someone as.. chaotic as gojo.” He added with a frown.

“I’ve known him since we were first years, I guess I just learned how to calm him down over time.” You said with a smile, leaning back on the bench.

“You should teach me th-“ megumi spoke, but was quickly cut off by gojos loud scream of your name.

“babe, I just found this stand with really good kikufuku, try some!” He said, handing you a piece as he happily munched on his own piece.

#3 ::

Megumi was practicing on a field in the outskirts of the city, you were watching him and giving him some pointers.

“Were you about to summon mahoraga?” You said, brows furrowing, glancing at the way his hands are positioned.

“possibly.” Megumi said, a slightly rasp voice as his hands were now in his pockets. You chuckled at his words. But the warming scene had shifted when a loud thud caught you off guard.

“Volcano head?” Megumi said confused, you shook your head.

“No, this one seems stronger than that one.” You responded, your stance quickly changed into a battle stance. “Megumi, go get help.” You ordered, he didn’t bother responding and quickly went off.

“I’ve seen you around with gojo before.” The cursed spirit said, eying your every move. “I guess you could be my one way ticket to gojo.”

The cursed spirit had an incredible amount of cursed energy, it was Atleast 13 of sukunas fingers. And you were only about 8. You sighed as you knew you were going to loose, it was just a matter of how long you could hold up.

you held up decently, it had been around 15 minutes. Sure you were badly injured, but it wasn’t something shoko couldn’t heal.

“Gojo satoru, if you don’t show up right now. I will kill this girl.” It said, you were still able to put on a good fight for around another 10 minutes. Or that’s what you thought.

Before the finishing blow was able to reach you, gojos voice filled the air.

“You can’t go around killing people that mean a lot to me.”

#4 :: MANGA SPOILERS AHEAD

he said he was the strongest, everyone knew he was the strongest. It might’ve just been in the modern era, but they all knew he would win.

but there he was, being broadcasted from Mei Mei’s crows, half of his body lying on the ground. It had a soft smile plastered on his face. Sukuna momentarily praised him.

your eyes were widened—filled to the brim with tears. hands covering your agape mouth. Itadori’s hand rested on your shoulder in an attempting way to comfort you.

“I will win” what a liar. If he said he’d win, why was he lying dead on the ground. You refused to believe he was gone. The same energetic, confident guy. Tears started streaming down your face, but you were angry at him, it wasn’t Gojo’s fault, everyone knew it.

but he wished you knew how you were the last person in his mind, before he died alongside megumi.

[sweetracha]

Can i request a smut and fluff of hyunjin where he fucks her for the first time? So he is her first. But his cock is really big so he asks her if she really wants to do this. After she said yes he started to fuck her, but after he went a few times in and out she is begging him to stop with tears in her eyes cause it hurts her so much. He stops and gives her kisses. As they saw that blood was on the condom she was trying to apologize cause she was embarrassed but he wasn't bothered and cleaned up everything. After that they cuddled a bit until she fell asleep with tears in her eyes on his chest. Are you feeling okay to write this? I would be happy if you do it, but if you don't feel comfortable then drop it.🩵

Hello Honeybun!

Sorry, this request has been sitting for a while! I believe I understand the ask, so hopfully I did it justice.

Pleasure Doesn't Have to be Pain: Hwang Hyunjin

Sugar Content: Sugar Sweet (Fluff), Spicy Sweet (Smut)

Allergy Warning: Mentions of Blood, Painful Intercourse, Reader blaming herself.

The setting was something out of a movie. Vanilla bean and cedar candles lined the ledges of the room. Soft lights twinkled through the sheer curtains. A small opening in the window lets the music of the city escape into your private haven. A safe place where you and your lover were tangled up in cold silk sheets that soothed your flushed skin. Hyunjin's fingers danced along your body like it was his own. Every touch was a part of his carefully executed choreography. Paris was the city of lovers. You wondered if it was named specifically for you two.

"My muse, look at you. Your skin is blushed. I don't think you understand how beautiful you look right now." Hyunjin spoke in a soft cadence as his lips trailed your neckline.

"Hyune, please." Your back arched off the bed as you begged for more of him.

"Shhh darling" large hands sunk your hips back to the sheets. "Let's not get carried away. It would be a shame to end the night so early." Your brain was dizzy from his kind yet condescending tone.

Slow hands removed what little clothing you had left. Your legs were spead for you and your ankles were held in place. Hyunjin just stared in awe for a moment. Before you could speak, he did.

"Such a tiny pussy. It amazes me every time." One long finger began to move up and down your slit, with no intention of pleasure, rather testing the water. He smirked at the gasp that left you when his pointer hooked your clit.

"Desperate thing. My desperate thing"

To follow his statement, Hyunjin claimed you by sliding in two fingers. He could already feel the stretch but the way you whined was telling enough. This was not new territory for you two this was quite common. Tonight however you finally wanted to feel him. You wanted to be fully intertwined with him. You wanted to be loved by him.

"More." A quiet request ghosted past your lips. Hyunjin looked up to see if it was you speaking. "More, need more"

A third finger started to poke at your entrance but was quickly stopped.

"No Hyunjin! That's not what I want!" You sounded like a brat but in reality, you were already overwhelmed by him.

"Words Darling, I need to know what you are talking about" He pushed deep inside you and began to stroke your favorite spot.

"You. I need your cock. Please"

Hyunjin was shocked by your statement. His fingers curled unexpectedly and slammed into your sweet spot. You cried out and shook on his hand while completing your high. When you opened your eyes, you saw a very dazed lover.

"Muse, I don't think this is a good idea." He hated that he could see tears welling in your eyes.

"Please! I can take it. I know you've been stretching me out each time. I'm ready." The poor boy was embarrassed that you knew his secret.

"Okay okay, shhhh. Pretty baby, we can try, okay? But you need to promise me you'll stop me if it hurts."

"I will-"

"No, I need words"

"I promise, Hyunjin"

A kiss to the lips and a silent thank you was the last exchange you two had before his covered tip was at your entrance. Just the head alone felt heavier and had more girth than what you were expecting. It slipped in with ease but Hyunjin haulted at your gasp. He searched your eyes for discomfort before moving a bit more. Behind the pain of the stretch laid a feeling of pleasure. You kept thinking to yourself, pleasure is pain. You had to endure to feel good. That's what you always heard.

Then he got halfway. A searing ache ran from your cunt to your lower stomach. You wanted to double over and cry, it was something you never felt before. Hyunjin instantly knew something was wrong, your body clamped around his cock, denying it any more access. To be honest it hurt him too but he was only focused on you.

"Oh Darling, shhhhh it's okay. No more. Just breathe." His hand cradled your tear-streaked face.

"No please, I can take it."

"No, you can't muse. It's okay. I'm not mad. No one is mad here, baby. Relax a bit for me, I'm going to pull out now." When Hyunjin retreated we saw a thin line of blood on the condom. He knew it wasn't anything bad but he didn't want to know what it would have become if he were to continue.

"The night" You were able to stumble out in despreate breathes.

"The night? Muse, what do you mean?" Hyunjin pulled you into his body and situated you sideways in his lap. He cradled you while rocking slowly. His hand brought your head to his bare chest while sweetly nosing your hair.

"It-" you began to hiccup as your breathing slowed. "It ended--early" A single tear fell from your eye and soaked into his skin.

"That is where you are wrong little muse." Hyunjin hummed as he spread your legs and gently began to wipe you clean.

"I get to spend the whole night taking care of you."

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[chelseypprimrose]

Cheerleading Practice / Negan x Reader / Pre-Apocalypse

Warnings: daddy kink, oral (female receiving), soft!dom Negan, stepdaughter/stepdad relationship, use of one degrading name (slut), shower sex, masturbation(female), facial.

think that’s all of them, let me know if I missed any.

I wrote something similar to this many moons ago but I just can’t get enough of shower sex with Negan lol 🤍

“And five, six, seven, eight!” You called out to the rest of the girls, them following your routine down to a T. With the big game right around the corner, you’d scheduled more practice sessions with everyone, wanting to make sure you nailed this performance as the final was always the most important and had the biggest attendance numbers of all the games during the season. Your squad was made up of 10 girls including yourself, being elected the cheer captain at the start of the year. You were lucky to have such a lovely group of friends that you had made through cheer squad and they always gave you 100%.

You watched as the girls ran through the routine for about the 50th time, giving pointers on some of the moves that were a little harder to master. You gave a demonstration of a harder move that required all the girls to execute, the pyramid. Your friends, Kate and Leigh, had a hold of your legs as your feet were situated on their hands as you raised your arms, beaming smile on your face.

The music rang in your ears as you were thrown in the air being caught by your girls when you gracefully came back down. “Yes! Brilliant girls, you were all amazing! I think we are ready, next session will be on Thursday, please remember to practice at home in the mean time, get home safe!” You told everyone as they all gave each other a round of applause and grabbed their bags to head home. You grabbed your own belongings and headed towards the girls bathroom in the corner of the school hall.

Opening your locker up, you placed your gym bag inside, grabbing your white towel and toiletries bag to head towards the showers, turning the dial on as the water started to heat up. Taking off your cheer uniform, a small red tank top with the schools logo on the front and short matching skirt, you chucked them to the side, now fully naked.

Stepping into the shower, you took your hair out of ponytail you’d put it in before practice, letting your fingers run through to get out any kinks and tangles out.

With the water spraying on you, your mind wandered to your activities with Negan a few short weeks ago. You knew it was wrong, lusting over a man who not only was around 10 years your senior, but also with your mother. You let out a deep sigh, you couldn’t help but want him even more. You couldn’t deny how handsome he was, how charming he was, how he lit your body on fire just being around him. You felt your body getting hot, just replaying the way he’d made you cum all over his fingers, the feeling of nirvana when he kissed your neck, hitting that sweet spot at the base. You closed your eyes, leaning on the back of the wall in the shower, your hands running down your body until you got to your slick heat between your legs, you needed release, your fingers coming down onto your clit, moving in slow circles. Your other hand squeezing your erect nipples as you pictured Negan above you as he had been those weeks ago.

You let out a soft moan, your fingers quickening, wanting to avoid being caught in such an embarrassing predicament.

“Shit doll, is this a post training ritual?” You gasped as you opened your eyes at lightening speed, the very man that had caused you to be doing this, the one you’d been thinking about, right in front of you with a massive grin covering his features. “Negan?! What the fuck, this is the girls bathroom? What if someone saw you come in?” You shouted, trying to push past him to grab your towel that was on the top of the cubical that surrounded the shower.

“Calm down, I made sure that I was extra fucking careful. I had to come find you after watching that performance.” Your eyebrows raised in a confused look. “Don’t tell me you didn’t notice me watching you? Couldn’t keep my eyes off of you in that tight little outfit, got me hard as a rock that shit did, doll face.” He pushed back your wet hair, exposing your breasts to him in full view. “Want to give me a little one on one performance right now?” He asked, his hands going from your hair to your breasts, playing with your nipples, your heat getting slicker than it already was, his eyes meeting yours.

You went against every better judgement in your head as you pulled him closer, your hands grabbing the bottom of his tight fit black T-shirt, pulling it over his head in one fluid movement. His hands placed on your neck, capturing your mouth with his as you helped him step out of his gym shorts, hitting the ground with a wet slap.

“God, this is all I’ve been thinking about for days, I need you Negan.” You mumbled against his lips, you couldn’t get enough of him. “I know doll, you haven’t made it easy on me. All I wanted to do at breakfast was pull down your little shorts and take you right there on the table. Shit doll, you are like a drug I just can’t quit.” He replied, picking you up by your thighs and slamming you against the shower wall, his cock now full erect, leaking with pre cum.

He slid down to his knees, you on your tippy toes focusing on not slipping over on the wet floor, the water raining down on you both. Negan’s face between your legs, he gave small kisses to the inside of your thighs, the anticipation building up right in the middle of your core. You whimpered, trying to grind your pussy into his tongue, him resisting by gripping your thighs. “Now, now sweetheart, good things come to good girls who wait.” He let out a small chuckle, turning his focus back to your clit, every stroke with his tongue feeling like heaven.

You pulled him up from his position on the floor, your mouth connecting to his, tasting yourself on his lips. “Fuck, daddy! I need you inside me now. Please.” You moaned out, as he turned you around, the front of your body smashed against the cold wall of the shower. He lined himself up at your hole, his swollen tip teasing you by running across your opening. “You always look so fucking sexy like this doll, begging me to fuck you raw.” He whispered in your ear, finally filling you up with his hard cock. You whimpered at the feeling, pleasure already taking over you before he’d even started moving.

His hips started to rotate, thrusts starting off slowly, stretching you out like no one else had been able to, like maybe no one ever would be able to do. Negan picked up the place, your hands coming out to steady yourself against the wall, his hands grabbing in your hair and yanking it back, so you were looking up to the ceiling. You tried to move one of your hands down to your clit, Negan grabbing your arm and holding it in place behind your back. “No touching yourself doll, I want your pleasure to come only from me.” He growled out, his breathing quickening, little groans and moans leaving his lips as he slammed into you. His other hand leaving your hair to come down hard on your ass, the slapping sound filling the room along with the beautiful sound of your skin slapping together as your bodies came together.

You clenched around his cock inside you, your vision becoming blurred as you let the pleasure build up inside your core. “Daddy I’m so fucking close, please!” You could feel your heart beating faster, a small sheen of sweat coating your forehead, washed away by the water still running down both your bodies. “That’s it my dirty girl, cum around daddy’s cock for me.”

That was the only permission you needed as you let your body go, the waves of pleasure hitting you like a ton of bricks. You let out moans that would make a porn star blush, just feeling euphoric as your orgasm faded just as quickly as it had come. You gave a small push of Negan, his dick leaving you, making you feel empty. You turned to face him, willingly getting on your knees as he started to jerk his cock at a quick pace, the white, hot spurts of cum coating your face with a dozy smile on your face as you licked off the remanence off your lips, the salty taste satisfying you.

“Goddamn, that’s the hottest sight I’ve ever seen. You dirty little slut.”

Negan throwing his head back, closing his eyes, letting his body shake and his hands resting on the sides of your cheeks. Both your breathing came to a slower rate, your hands gripped on the outers of his thighs, standing up back to your feet, Negan looked back at you with a deep smile on his face.

“Shit doll, you! You are going to be a fucking problem for me.” He laughed, pecking you on the side of your face.

[hopeisour4letteredword]

it’s foolproof!

[ID1: A one-panel comic featuring white characters on a gray-to-blue gradient background, with light blue shading. It depicts Apollo Justice and Clay Terran from Ace Attorney. Apollo is hunched over a legal bench, expression frustrated and forearms braced against the wood. He glares over at Clay as he says through gritted teeth, “Me as a lawyer: ‘now why the fúck would my client do that’.” (screenshot of twitter user Str0ka) Clay is behind the witness stand. He pokes his pointer fingers together in front of himself, sticking his tongue out in a smiling expression with closed eyes. He is blushing slightly and going “hehe.” ID2: A one-panel comic featuring Clay Terran from Ace Attorney, colored with flats on a bright blue gradient background. He is wearing his astronaut suit without the helmet. He grins proudly and gestures with one hand, the Hat-1 capsule under his other arm. Sparkles are next to his face. He announces, “My favorite thing to do before executing a risky maneuver is to loudly proclaim to anyone nearby that ‘I’m young, I’m fantastic, and I’m never gonna die’. This is firstly to pump myself up, secondly because if I succeed I’ll be proven right in front of an audience, and thirdly because it is the funniest possible thing to say immediately before being horrifically mangled in a completely dumbfuck sort of way.” (screenshot of tumblr user teaboot) /End ID]

[milky-aeons]

𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒

౨ৎ . . . alpha!CHUUYA NAKAHARA is not very fond of the attention you have been giving one of his subordinates — and he never could be subtle about anything.

warnings: alpha!au, pining, criminal themes, swearing, mentions of violence, mating-bonds, jealousy, depictions of smoking, w.c. 724

♪ . . . ˗ˏˋ ꒰ teenage dream — katy perry ꒱ ˎˊ-

Chuuya Nakahara hadn't realised he'd been constantly tapping his pen until the sound became mingled with his daydream.

The one where he emptied an entire round of bullets into his subordinate's shitty head.

He snarled to himself — what the fuck was wrong with him, thinking about shit like that? A Mafia General didn't spend time fantasizing about killing his own men lest they did something very wrong. And this particular subordinate hadn't necessarily done anything wrong — except, smiled at you in a way that made Chuuya's blood curdle sour.

The memory of this morning's meeting came on unwanted — he didn't need any more reason to feed the feral side of him — and yet there it was; clear as rain, scorching as a brand.

Each of the five executives had been called for a weekly debrief and sat poised around the round table — Mori and Elise, of course, leading at the top. He saw how the entourage of lower Mafia men filed in to provide drinks at the brief interlude; he saw how of those men — one of his men — smiled at you. And above all else; he saw how you, lowering your lashes and resting your cheek on your hand, smiled right back.

He didn't really absorb any of the likely important meeting pointers after that.

Chuuya leaned back in his chair and threw an arm over his eyes. He knew these feelings weren't his fault, he knew that part of being an alpha was to find your mate, and he managed to land his amongst one of the bloodiest, most lethal echelons of society. From the first time he saw you and felt the mating-bond snap into place, Chuuya Nakahara vowed that he never could tell you. Could never subject you to a relationship so strong when, at the drop of a hat, either one of you could end up in a casket in this line of work.

The heartbreak of losing a mate when the bond is accepted is said to be devastating. It has been likened to having your limbs ripped away, like having an integral part of yourself gone, forever.

Chuuya sat in his office and let the image of you with another man torture him for a couple of minutes. Maybe to subject himself to the pain of it so it would hurt that little bit less. His inner canine roiled at the idea. It tried to claw its way through his ribcage, making every inch of his skin strain and burn. It was so inherently wrong to imagine his mate with someone else; someone that wasn't him, who knew and loved you so deeply he didn't know what to fucking do with himself.

His leg started bouncing.

Now that he let the floodgates down, it was a tidal wave. An influx, both an assault and a blessing on his senses as his mind filled with all things you. Your subtle scent, the swish of your hips as you walked so proudly down the hallways, the way you lit up a cigarette and held it so delicately between your red lips. He'd tell himself all of this was magnified to him. That his alpha senses projected you as the perfect, ideal partner. But in times like this when his instincts prevailed over his common sense, he couldn't see that difference — the line was a distant, blurred, incomprehensible thing.

His other leg started bouncing.

Stifle it, push it down, she deserves so much better than you.

He could feel the pressure in his gums; his incisor teeth trying to elongate; evident that his beast was stirring and gaining control. Fuck, he had to breathe, he had to get his feelings under control.

Then, there was the image of you in a white wedding dress. You had someone else's ring on your finger. You let somebody else lift the veil from your head and promise their soul to you, their life to you. He imagined standing in the cheering crowd while you were dipped down and kissed on the lips by a man that was not him, and suddenly, any rhyme nor reason did not seem so loud.

The pen he had been previously tapping clattered to the floor. His chair had hit the ground with the force of how hard he stood.

Suddenly, everything just seemed so damn simple.

✎ . . . requested by the always wonderful @ringsofsaturnnnn!

WRITING REQUESTS

[skinomyteethh]

Hey!! i was wondering if you could write something on izzy maybe i don’t know if this will make sense but he gets embarrassed during sex? you know, trying to normalise things that happen during sex that arnt spoke about (in most) of the fics i read but it’s totally cool if your not comfortable with it!💞

₊˙♡﹗˚ ༘ first time nervousness

pairing: izzy stradlin x fem! reader.

summary: accidents happen!

contains/warnings: reader and izzy's first time. fingering. slight nipple play ig. little pussy slapping. oral (f. receiving). etc.

authors note: OKAY SO i tried my best to like execute the idea of izzy getting embarrassed and like mixing it with the fact that accidents also happen while having sex sometimes and that it doesn't have to kill the mood. I hope I did good! and uh hope y'all like it!

sexual thematics or even the simple thought of sexual relations were somewhat frightening to them, throughout their prolonged relationship they had only shared a few promiscuous touches and kisses, yet they desperately wanted to take a more intimate step in their relationship, feelings of nervousness seemed to block their ability to express their true desires.

[name] laid against the beige bedsheets, her eyes glancing down at izzy's pale hands as they trailed down up her torso carefully and gently as if she were fragile and delicate, made of glass. his right hand advanced up to her tits, cupping one of them, squeezing it rather roughly. a wince of pain parted her lips, izzy quickly removed his hand, leaning down to place soft kisses around her perked nipple. it wasn't his intent to hurt her, he just got carried away.

soft, almost desperate apologies escaped his light pink lips, it somewhat embarrassed him, he was supposed to make her feel pleasure not pain. he continued to apologize while she reassured him that everything was fine, accidents happen.

he slowly sat back up, slotting his face in between her thighs, he brought his left hand up, spreading her folds with his pointer and middle finger, dragging his tongue down her cunt. both the bridge and tip of his nose occasionally bumped into her clit whilst he began to eat her out causing her bruised and bitten red lips to part, pleading moans spilling from them.

shortly after he removed his head from the snug spot in-between her thighs, gently slapping her cunt, coating his fingers in her arousal. each and everyone of his moves were all experimental, he wanted to see what exactly felt pleasurable to her. her soft, warm fingers wrapped around his wrist, bringing his hand up towards he mouth.

[name] slowly opened her mouth, breathing heavily. she slowly began to lick and suck his long, pale fingers. he promptly slid his fingers out of her mouth, carefully trailing them down and inserting them into her, a mantra of moans spewing from her lips. he steadily pumped his fingers in a back and forth motion, speeding up his pace once in a while.

just as she was on the brink of her orgasm he pulled his fingers out, lovingly placing kisses on her lower stomach, inching closer to her inner thighs before sitting on his knees, lining up his painfully hard, pre-cum covered cock with her entrance. steadily, he slid in, causing her to tighten her grasp on the beige bedsheets, tugging on them as a loud, almost pornographic moan echoed through the bedroom.

Izzy maintained a rather calm, loving pace. he was worried about somehow hurting her again, he didn't want to hurt his precious jewel, at least not anymore. she grasped onto his forearm as his grip on her waist tightened, begging for him to go faster, harder. he skeptically obliged, fasten his pace.

the most desperate, adorable groans and whines escaped from his pink lips as he felt her warm, velvety, wet walls around him, her cunt seemed to lore him back in for more every-time he pulled out. he felt as if he was on cloud nine, he never expected these sinful acts to feel so euphoric. a keen, loud, and pleasure-filled cry whimper erupted from the back of [name]'s throat as she finally reached her awaited orgasm, it was a completely inexplicable feeling.

as he continued to thrust into her, a white, sticky ring of her orgasm appeared around the base of his cock, each time he pulled out, lines of her arousal mixed with her cum would connect them, causing lewd wet sounds to now accompanying their sounds of pleasure. with every thrust and every groan Izzy breached closer and closer to his orgasm, he soon haphazardly pulled out of her, pumping his length in-front of her face.

thick white spurts of cum ejaculated from his cock as a loud, low groan escaped his lips. he smiled, carelessly laying down next to her, catching his breath as he mumbled soft praises into her ear.

[dinaanana]

Headcannons About Chuuya being your Father figure.

Father figure!Chuuya x Teen!Reader (Platonic!)

TW: Nothing just Fuff/Crack a bit Of Violence mentioned

He's the best Father Figure anyone Could Ask for to he Honest.

We all know he's rich af. So he Buys You literally Anything you Need and Want (Even thought you never Mentioned it But he somehow Finds out)

If you're a Member In Port Mafia Aswell,Congrats You're 24/7 with him Always in his office Sitting Next him while he works or just Beside him always

If you're in PM aswell,You're lucky cuz he's gonna Be Your mentor (Doesn't matter what Mori says Y'all Just Tell him that you're his Kid and He agrees after some Time)

He's strict With Everyone else Except You ofc If you do anything wrong hell just Pat Your Head and tell you That It's okay that you should not worry over It. he ain't that soft With anyone Else,Just you and him in Closed doors.

Sometimes When you're down He takes you on Late night Rides on his Motorcycle With you sitting Behind him.

If you're a High schooler Hell Gladly Help you Out with all of your homework,But if hes Busy or is on a mission He'll tell Kouyou To help you out.

If you get in trouble at School You go Into Chuuya's Office And tell him That The principal wants to see him,so you bring Chuuya At school the next day,and everyone Is Staring At him with fear in their eyes (No one dared to Utter a Single Word)

He sometimes pulls up at your school with his Motorcycle (If he has time) to pick you up From school.

If you get an A+ on a test,He'll be Happy Pat your head and Tell you "You did good."

He Keeps you in His Penthouse All of the time when He's out on an important Mission Mori Gave him.

also the type of Mf To say "Don't open the door for strangers." And He Does the Pointer Finger Thing like "ah ah ah"

You just shrug your Shoulders and Nod "Okay,I won't,I won't."

"I'll Get goin Now See ya kiddo" He gives you a Little Wave before Leaving the Apartment and closing the door Making sure it's locked.

Also the type of Dad To sent you 100 Dollars when you just asked for 1 Dollar.

He'd be bestest Of the best Dad ,But he Won't always be in Good mood Always...He's an Port Mafia executive I guess that explains it,Sometimes he'll come home Mad,Stressed,Exhausted.

And tries his Best To control his Emotions Around you,Always Avoiding you when he's Upset,He doesn't wanna Accidently hurt you or say something That'll make you hate him.

Soo...Sometimes He Comes home really really Late...because of his Work Tired as hell,And you fall asleep On couch everytime you wait for him.when he Sees you He just Slides off His Coat that's Dropped on his shoulders Tossing it Somewhere Across the room and just Sits beside Your Sleeping Figure,He Puts A blanket over your body to Keep you warm carefully To not wake you up.

Then he just Goes over his Room on the balcony and lits up a cigarette To calm down a lil bit (He never smokes around you,He doesn't want you being disgusted after inhaling that shit)

Well Sometimes when He Doesn't have Work to do and has A day off,He Usually Makes You dinner himself,He's an amazing cook tbh And you enjoy his meals,if he doesn't know how to cook something you really want he searched it on YouTube Tutorials

But sometimes at late Nights,When you and him are Sitting on a couch in his Huge Living Room,He's usually Pouring Himself glass of Wine Or Just Straight up Drinking from The battle,Meanwhile you Are Doing your tomorrow's school work,Drawing,Playing,scrolling Etc

I HC him as that type of Dad that'll Give you A lot of money when he's drunk (For no reason) and tell you to Buy anything you want

Also the Type of Overprotective Kinda Dad that Will tell you no boyfriends till The age of 18 😭 "You're still a Lil kid,It's to Early for that!"

DOES not Know What TikTok means until you explain It to him,He just stares at You for few Moments. "Oh I get it now"

One time You and Chuuya were Exploring The PM Basements Trying to search for something or Someone (Idk)

After some kinda Minutes you lost him,Running back and forth and yelling his name Out while he yelled yours,Y'all couldn't find each other..You just walked around hoping you'll Find him Until you saw some Kind of Old Rusty room with Alot of spider Weebs and Went inside of it Just to see you man That had Exact Same Hairstyle As Chuuya but His Hair was blonde,And had Same Fedora Hat on,He was sitting on a desk Writing something and drinking a tea.

You couldn't see His Face because of The poor Light So you called him "Chuuya? What are you doing there?"

Silence filled the room,no one talked for good 2 minutes before Someone Went behind you and put A hand on your Shoulder "the hell are you doing here..?" It was Chuuya

"Chuuya? You here? But who is That man over there?" You point at Verlaine,while he's staring at you And Chuuya with Normal face Expression,You couldn't see his Eyes,Just his Mouth and Nose due to The Shadow of his Hat covering Half Of His upper face.

Chuuya Sighs As he Looks at Verlaine then back to you "That's my Big brother Verlaine..Thats why he Looks So much like me,I guess.." Chuuya has a Big brother?!

"Let's get Going now. Come on..".Chuuya takes Your wrist and drags you out not that harshly to hurt you,But Enough to pull you With him out of the basement.

After that day you didn't ask him anything,about why he was So hesitant and why Did he drag you out of There,Without even saying a word or a reason.

After some Begging he Lets you go down To visit His Brother..(He didn't Like seeing him That much as you know.)

After some time Passes by you almost visit Verlaine In his basement,He gets used to your sudden. And always awaits you Everyday,Sometimes you bring Food Or Tea down there To Give it to Verlane.

You talk Alot with him,But not Him,He Just Replies back with short Answers,But you're used to it anyways.

[nayeonie99]

hiiii could u maybe write smth for jihyo again, also i absolutely loved ur most recent 2yeon fic it's sooo good

Nayeon x Jihyo / Enemies to Lovers

Word count: 3320

In the bustling city of Seoul, amidst the towering skyscrapers and bustling streets, there were two individuals who were known rivals in the corporate world: Jihyo and Nayeon.

They worked for competing companies in the finance sector and had a long-standing history of butting heads at business conferences and boardroom meetings.

Jihyo was a sharp-witted, ambitious executive who always seemed to be one step ahead of the game. Nayeon, on the other hand, was equally driven and fiercely competitive, unwilling to back down from any challenge.

Their rivalry was legendary in the business world, with gossip swirling about their constant clashes and heated arguments. However, beneath the surface, there was a simmering tension between them that neither could ignore.

One fateful day, their companies found themselves vying for the same lucrative deal, and Jihyo and Nayeon were tasked with working together to secure it.

Forced to put aside their differences, they begrudgingly began to collaborate, each determined to outshine the other.

But as they spent more time together, working late nights and hashing out strategies over coffee, they began to see each other in a new light.

They discovered common interests and shared ambitions, and before they knew it, their animosity began to give way to admiration.

Slowly but surely, their professional rivalry transformed into something more. They found themselves drawn to each other, unable to resist the magnetic pull between them.

And as they navigated the complexities of their budding relationship, they realized that their connection ran deeper than they ever could have imagined.

In the end, Jihyo and Nayeon realized that their enmity had masked a deeper attraction, one that had been waiting to be unleashed.

So when they were seated in Jihyo’s penthouse in the middle of the night, with the bustling sounds echoing in the room from the outside, with the shining lights from Seoul‘s skyscrapers lighting up the candlelit living room, where Jihyo and Nayeon were sitting in. A MacBook and two glasses of wine, along with a bottle of Romanée-Conti were placed on top of the expensive looking table and there was a tension longing in the air, which both of them couldn’t ignore any longer.

They weren’t drunk, but they weren’t entirely sober either. A bit tipsy, yes. The wine-drunk blush on both of their cheeks gave it away.

“Maybe we should call it quits for today”. Jihyo said, massaging her temple with her pointer and middle finger.

All the work gave her an headache, but Nayeon’s scent made her headache even worse.

Nayeon always smelled so good, so intensely sweet, like bergamot and lemon. It drove Jihyo insane.

Nayeon in general drove her insane. The way she talks, the way she stares, the way she gestures, the way her beautiful, long fingers typed away on the keyboard of her MacBook.

All these things made Jihyo go crazy.

“Yeah, maybe we should”. Nayeon huffed out, while she moved her hand to her hair tie, to take it off, letting her long brown hair fall down her shoulders and back.

Jihyo gulped.

She never saw Nayeon with her hair down. The tight ponytail always made her look arrogant and strict. But this Nayeon looked cute and innocent.

“Is everything okay, Jihyo-ssi?”. Nayeon asked, while she was staring at Jihyo with her beautiful dark eyes.

“Y-Yes, everything’s fine. I guess I’m just exhausted. It was a pretty rough and long day after all, for the both of us”.

“Yes, we did work really hard today. Let’s keep up the good work, yeah?”. Nayeon smiled and Jihyo’s heart started pounding.

“Yes, definitely”. Jihyo smiled back, saving the stuff they had so far in her work file on the MacBook before turning it off.

Both of them flinched when a huge lightning bolt struck outside, rain pouring down on the concrete, turning it dark.

“Are you sure you want to leave? Maybe you should wait until it stopped raining?”. Jihyo asked, while another lightning struck.

“Yeah, I don’t wanna get soaked on my way home”. Nayeon said and kicked off her Valentino shoes.

“If-If you want you can also stay the night. We have to go to the same work place anyway, so we could drive to work together tomorrow”. Jihyo suggested with a tiny blush creeping up on her cheeks.

“If that’s okay with you, then sure I would take your offer. Thanks Jihyo-ah”. Nayeon smiled at her. Jihyo gulped at the informal name Nayeon called her, she really liked it.

“Is it okay if I take a shower?”. Nayeon asked and now Jihyo had to picture Nayeon naked under her shower, with hot water running down her slender figure. She felt her cock twitch at the thought of that.

“Yes of course. Let me grab you some of my clothes”. Jihyo smiled and walked into her room, where she grabbed a pair of shorts and a shirt for Nayeon, along with a pair of black Calvin Klein boxers.

“Here you go”. Jihyo held out her clothes for Nayeon to take, but when Nayeon looked at the boxer shorts she had to smirk.

“Never would’ve thought you are that type of girl”. Nayeon grinned, while Jihyo blushed.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”.

“Oh I don’t know. I just thought you’re more of a lingerie and strings type of person”. Nayeon smugly grinned.

“Well, I do like that, but not on me”. Jihyo rasped out and scanned Nayeon from head to toe.

“Then why do you have boxers though? Don’t tell me you have a secret boyfriend I don’t know about”. Nayeon gasped and Jihyo rolled her eyes.

“Okay so first of all, I don’t have a boyfriend. Second of all I’m into women, and third of all, if I would have a boyfriend I would be pretty concerned that he may be into men and not women”.

Now Nayeon completely lost track of the conversation.

“I think I can’t quite follow you right now”.

“I have a dick, Nayeon”. Jihyo straightforwardly says and Nayeon’s face starts burning in embarrassment.

Of course her eyes automatically dart down between Jihyo’s legs. And now that she knows, it is quite obvious. Jihyo was huge.

“W-Well, I wasn’t expecting that, I guess”. Nayeon bit her lip.

“It’s okay, I was surprised you didn’t know though. It’s not like I can hide it well”. Jihyo smirked, knowing pretty well how gifted she is between her legs.

“Y-Yeah, I can tell”. Nayeon husked out.

“How about you?”. Jihyo asked and Nayeon’s eyes shot up to hers.

“What do you mean?”.

“What are you into? Men? Women? Both?”.

“Why would I tell you that?”. Nayeon scoffed and clenched her hands into the clothes in her hand.

“I think, since you found out something intimate about me, it would be only fair for me to find out something intimate about you, don’t you agree?”.

“Well, I’m not really into labels. When the chemistry is right I don’t mind if it’s a woman or a man”. Nayeon said and Jihyo just hummed at the information.

“Alright, well the bathroom is over there”. Jihyo pointed to a door on the right. Nayeon just nodded and walked into the bathroom closing the door behind her.

She quickly stripped down and stepped under the warm water of the shower head, letting her hair and body get soaked in.

She used Jihyo’s body wash, her shampoo and conditioner. Jihyo always smelled absolutely amazing.

When she finished her shower, she turned off the water and stepped out of the huge glass cabin.

Nayeon grabbed a black towel out of the drawer and started drying her body and hair, before putting on the clothes Jihyo gave her earlier.

She smirked to herself when she put the boxers on, staring at herself in the huge mirror hanging above the bathroom sink.

She decided, since the boxers were basically shorts to her, that she will just put on the oversized shirt and not put on the shorts.

When she was finished with everything she left the bathroom, walking back into the living room, where Jihyo was sitting on the couch.

Jihyo had to gulp when she saw Nayeon in her boxers and shirt. She looked so sinfully good in her clothes.

“Thanks for the shower. I feel much better now”. Nayeon smiled and plopped down next to Jihyo on the couch.

“You’re welcome, Nayeon-ah. No need to thank me”. Jihyo smiled back.

“Nayeon-ah?”. Nayeon smirked and Jihyo had to smirk slightly as well, “Yeah, is that okay?”. Jihyo asked and stared at her with her seductive, dark eyes.

“Yes, of course… Jihyo-yah”. Nayeon grinned, making Jihyo smile.

“So… do you think we will be able to seal the deal?”. Jihyo asked and Nayeon playfully rolled her eyes, “Jihyo, please. Let’s not talk about work right now. We always do that”. Nayeon rested her head on the palm of her hand, staring at Jihyo.

“What do you wanna talk about then?”. Jihyo asked and took off her black blazer, unbuttoning a few buttons of her white shirt, while rolling up her sleeves.

Nayeon licked her lips unintentionally while she was observing Jihyo, “I don’t know. We barely know anything about each other. Tell me something about yourself”.

“Alright sure. I’m actually a really funny person. I know I seem uptight at work but it’s just a facade I put up to get respected from other people”.

Nayeon cocked a brow, smirking at her, “You? Funny? That’s hard to believe”. She snickered.

“What’s that supposed to mean? I can be really funny if I want to be”. Jihyo scoffed and crossed her arms in front of her chest.

“Sure, whatever you say. And I always thought you’re so uptight because your sex life is just super boring ”. Nayeon smirked.

“Wow, thank you. And for your information it is not boring, not at all”. Jihyo scoffed once again.

“Oh really? When was the last time you had sex then?”. Nayeon asked and leaned her back against Jihyo’s comfortable couch.

“That’s none of your business”. Jihyo glared and Nayeon just smirked, “That long, huh?”.

“When was your last time then?”.

“Around 3 weeks ago actually. The project right now is consuming all my time. Otherwise I would’ve did it much more”.

“I see, so you like to fuck around?”. Jihyo asked and Nayeon scoffed, “I’m not a slut, Jihyo. I know all of the people I had sex with. I would never fuck a stranger, that’s gross”.

“I never said you are a slut. Although I feel like you are a slut in bed”. Jihyo straightforwardly said, making Nayeon’s eyes widen.

“What makes you think that?”.

“I don’t know. You give me this vibe of always spitting words and pretending you’re in control, but in reality you just want to get used and get your brain fucked out”.

Nayeon’s face turned crimson red. She just stared at Jihyo, completely shocked. I mean, Jihyo wasn’t wrong. That was exactly what Nayeon liked.

“I’m right, aren’t I?”. Jihyo smugly grinned. Nayeon smacked her arm playfully, making Jihyo giggle, “Knew it”. She smirked.

“So what? A lot of women like that”. Nayeon defended herself.

“I know. Those are the women I prefer in bed”. Jihyo said and Nayeon gulped.

“So… I would be your taste in women?”. Nayeon asked curiously.

“Maybe”. Jihyo smirked and Nayeon whined, “Tell me”. She huffed out, grabbing Jihyo’s shoulder.

“So what if you were? Would you let me fuck you?”. Jihyo rasped out, head turning to stare at Nayeon.

Nayeon blushed, her grip tightening against Jihyo’s shoulder.

“Maybe”. Nayeon smirked back, her heart was pounding against her rib cage.

“Hmm, I see”. Jihyo hummed.

“What do you see?”.

“I see the way you stare at me from across the room, or the way you press your thighs together when we have business meetings with our colleagues. I see the way you stare at my lips sometimes when I’m talking, or the way you gulp when I look into your eyes. I see the way your eyes turn hazed when we are working together, or how your hands ‘accidentally' graze my hand or arm. You think you’re so slick, but you’re the whole opposite”. Jihyo said, staring at Nayeon the whole time she was talking.

Nayeon was so shocked, she couldn’t even find words. Jihyo saw right through her. Jihyo knew, she knew all the this time.

“And? Aren’t you going to do something about that?”. Nayeon croaked out.

“Do you want me to do something about it?”. Jihyo asked and got closer to Nayeon.

“What if I do? Would you?”. Nayeon gulped when she felt Jihyo pulling her on her lap. She could feel Jihyo’s boner pressing into her crotch.

“Yes, of course I would. I always wanted to see you fall apart for me”. Jihyo husked out, which made Nayeon moan slightly.

“All you have to do is ask, sweetie”. Jihyo said, caressing Nayeon’s cheek with her thumb, letting her thumb run over Nayeon’s bottom lip.

“Fuck me, please?”. Nayeon breathed out, wrapping her arms around the back of Jihyo’s neck, before pressing her lips against Jihyo’s.

Jihyo sighed into the kiss, wrapping her arms around Nayeon’s slim waist, sliding her tongue into the older woman’s mouth.

Nayeon moaned into Jihyo’s mouth when Jihyo palmed her ass in her hands, massaging it gently.

While they were making out, Nayeon started unbuttoning the rest of the buttons of Jihyo’s shirt, before taking it completely off, along with Jihyo’s bra.

Jihyo quickly took off the shirt Nayeon was wearing, revealing her naked chest to her. Jihyo’s mouth almost started watering at the sight in front of her.

Nayeon looked so fuckable right now, it drove Jihyo completely insane.

As they continued to explore each other's bodies with a fervent passion, their previous animosity melted away completely, replaced by a newfound intimacy and connection. Each touch, each kiss, was a testament to the depth of their desire for one another.

They were both naked now, pressed against each other’s body, feeling the other persons heart beat.

“Jihyo”. Nayeon moaned out when she felt Jihyo’s tip sliding through her soaked folds.

“What is it?”. Jihyo hummed, pressing chaste kisses against Nayeon’s collarbones.

“Put it in”. Nayeon huffed out.

“Hmm, you want it in?”. Jihyo rasped out, smacking her tip against Nayeon’s clit. The wet noises of Nayeon’s pussy echoed through the room.

“Please”. Jihyo just smirked before pulling Nayeon down on her length, stretching her out.

“Holy shit”. Nayeon whispered, clenching her hands into Jihyo’s dark hair. Jihyo grabbed Nayeon’s hips tightly with her hands, before she started thrusting into her.

“You feel so good”. Nayeon moaned out, pressing her forehead against Jihyo’s.

“Yeah? You like how my cock feels inside of you, baby?”. Jihyo huffed out between thrusts, spanking Nayeon’s ass.

“Y-Yes, so fucking much. I feel so full”. Nayeon cried out when Jihyo picked up the pace, now pounding into her.

“Look at you, clenching around my dick like the little slut you are. You like getting fucked like that, don’t you?”. Jihyo smirked, spanking her once again.

Nayeon just cried out, pressing her face in the crook of Jihyo’s neck. Jihyo pulled her head up by her hair though, making them look at each other.

“Are you my little fuck toy?”. Jihyo grinned, spanking her again.

Nayeon’s mouth gaped open at how good Jihyo was fucking her, but no words came out.

“What’s the matter? Does my cock feel so good you forgot how to speak now?”. Jihyo scoffed, once again spanking her.

“Y-Yes”. Nayeon cried out. Tears were now forming in her eyes at how fast Jihyo was pounding her.

“Yes what?”. Another spank.

“I’m your little fuck toy”. Nayeon smirked, scratching the back of Jihyo’s neck. Jihyo quickly grabbed Nayeon’s wrists, folding them across from each other, to hold them behind Nayeon’s back, pinning them there.

“Yeah, that’s right”. Jihyo hummed, sliding her thumb into Nayeon’s mouth, so she could suck on it, which she instantly did.

Jihyo was on cloud nine right now. Watching Nayeon sit on her lap, while she was watching her dick pounding into Nayeon’s wet pussy, coating her length with her wetness was just pure bliss for Jihyo.

She could feel Nayeon’s legs starting to tremble and her pussy starting to clench around her dick.

“Hmm, are you close?”. Jihyo asked and Nayeon nodded, “Yeah, I can tell. Your pussy is clenching around me so hard”. Jihyo cooed.

“Please”. Nayeon cried out, throwing her head back in pleasure.

“Please what?”.

“Please let me cum”. Nayeon begged and Jihyo felt her cock twitching inside of her.

“Sure, go ahead sweetie. Cum all over me”. One last spank and Nayeon climaxed, glazing Jihyo’s dick with her cum.

“Mhm, that’s a good girl”. Jihyo hummed, before turning them around, pressing Nayeon’s back against the couch, lifting her arms up above her head, so they were loosely hanging over the back of the couch.

“Spread your legs”. Jihyo breathed out, making Nayeon shiver at how raspy her voice got. Nayeon instantly obliged, spreading her legs, holding them apart with her hands.

“Hmm, that’s good”. Jihyo hummed, letting her tip run through Nayeon’s slit again, before slamming into her in one go.

Nayeon’s eyes rolled to the back of her head, moaning loudly at the way Jihyo instantly started slamming into her.

Nayeon was making the lewdest noises Jihyo has ever heard, and she loved every second of it.

“Look at you, moaning like the little slut you are”. Jihyo moaned, spanking Nayeon’s clit with her palm, making Nayeon gasp. Jihyo wrapped her hand around Nayeon’s neck, choking her slightly.

They were staring at each other, both of their mouths were gaped open, leaving ragged breaths and moans.

Nayeon’s hands wrapped tightly around Jihyo’s right wrist, clenching her nails into Jihyo’s skin.

“You look so good like this. You’re so beautiful”. Jihyo whispered out, as if she is telling Nayeon her biggest secret.

Nayeon let out a moan, her hips thrusting up to meet Jihyo’s own thrusts.

Jihyo leaned down to press their lips into a sloppy kiss. Nayeon kept moaning into her mouth, clenching her hands into Jihyo’s hair, letting out moan after moan.

When Jihyo started rubbing her clit, while she kept pounding into Nayeon with their skin slapping together harshly, it didn’t take long until Nayeon reached another orgasm. This time squirting all over Jihyo’s thighs and cock, making Jihyo cum as well.

Jihyo quickly pulled out of her, jerking her cock off, while she was shooting her cum over Nayeon’s tits and belly.

They were both panting heavily, completely out of breath. Jihyo leaned down to pull Nayeon into a passionate kiss, their tongues instantly started swirling around each other, fighting for dominance.

Jihyo won, of course.

As their passionate embrace continued, Jihyo gently caressed Nayeon's cheek, their bodies still trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure.

“I've never felt so alive”. Nayeon whispered, her voice filled with adoration.

Jihyo smiled tenderly, brushing a strand of hair away from Nayeon's face. “You make me feel things I never knew were possible”. She confessed, her heart swelling with affection.

Their connection deepened with each tender word exchanged, and as they basked in the warmth of their shared love, the world around them seemed to fade away.

Nayeon leaned in to rest her forehead against Jihyo's, their breaths mingling in the space between them. “I never want to lose this feeling”. Nayeon murmured, her eyes shining with sincerity.

Jihyo's heart skipped a beat, overwhelmed by the depth of emotion in Nayeon's words. “I promise to cherish every moment with you”. She vowed, her voice steady with conviction.

With a gentle touch, they sealed their promises with a kiss, holding each other in their arms, feeling the other person’s warmth.

[holdmytesseract]

Request from @anukulee to @holdmytesseract

Title: Getting Her Out Of My Head

Plot: Magnus can’t stand her, she reminds him too much of what he has seen at work, time after time. As he watches his work tear people apart. Yet still she fights him even when he knows far better. Despite this he finds himself more and more drawn to her, and what happened when he may finally have to put his big boy pants on.

Magnus age range; 30 - 42 (at most)

Reader age range; 25 (fresh out of the academy), - 29 (oldest)

POV: Magnus

Concepts: Enemies to lovers, male falls hard, male pov, grumpy x sharp tongue sunshine, and angst with happy ending.

The Quarrel of Lovers Is The Renewel of Love

Magnus Martinsson x fem!Reader

Summary: You are Magnus Martinsson's reckless protégée; acting headless and not listening to a word he says - what gets you in a dangerous situation in the end... And the policeman to confess his feelings...

Warnings: Magnus PoV?, police things, mentions of guns, knives and drugs, fluff, angst, dangerous situation, mutual pining? age gap

Word Count: 2,7k

a/n: I'm so sorry this took me so long, friend! I changed the title - what I hope is okay! Also, I really hope that you like what my brain came up with! :)

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"Hey, Martinsson!" One of the other detectives inside the big office at the police station in Ystad called out to the curly haired man, who was currently standing in front of the printer; trying to get the stubborn device to work again.

He lifted his gaze at the call of his name; eyes searching the room for the source of the voice. It was Clas Anderson - one of the rare colleagues Magnus didn't get along with. He was just way too arrogant and smart-aleck for his liking. The blond haired man took a deep breath and called out: "What is it, Clas?" His colleague responded with a spiteful smirk. "When do you finally learn to get your chaotic apprentice under control, huh?" Magnus rolled his eyes with a big sigh, "What did she do this time?" and abandoned the printer, in order to walk over to his colleague.

"Acting headless - as always. Even on observation. I won't take her with me again." Clas stepped closer, almost in a threatening way. "Y/L/N is your responsibility. Talk sense into her, damnit." Anderson pressed his pointer finger into the hard muscle of Magnus' chest. "Or I'm paying the executive floor a visit and tell them you're not fitting this role." The detective sighed. "I know that. I'm already doing everything I can, but she just won't listen. She's stubborn." "I don't care, Martinsson. That's your problem. Fucking fix it." With a snarl and a last threatening look, Clas brushed past Magnus.

It's been already almost six months since Y/N Y/L/N had joined the team in Ystad - but it passed for Magnus with almost no progression. He was chosen to be the young, aspiring detective's mentor. He had the duty to teach her; show her how a police officer should work. Take her under his wing. It sounded great in the beginning. Magnus' chest filled with pride, knowing that he was trusted with such a task. Over the years, he had definitely become one of the most important officers for the team. He got older; more mature - and it showed. Magnus knew exactly what he was doing. Kurt had taught him well.

But the excitement about this new chapter in his work life subsided soon... As soon as he met the quirky, young and talkative woman he should guide through her first years as a police officer - just like Kurt had guided him. Well, sometimes more, sometimes less, but that wasn't the point. From the first meeting between him and Y/N, he immediately felt that this wasn't going to work. Their perspectives were just too different. Y/N was reckless, stubborn and acted often headless. She didn't follow his instructions, which often put her in danger. Luckily no real danger, but it was enough to infuriate the curly haired man.

He did his best to not let her get under his skin, but Magnus couldn't help himself. At the end of the day, she was his 'apprentice' and 'responsibility'. It annoyed him to the core. She annoyed him to the core and yet he wasn't able to just turn his back on her. He couldn't. He didn't want to - and every night, he asked himself why. It could be so easy for him. One word was enough.

Magnus shook his head; ripping himself out of his deep thoughts. He ran a hand through his meanwhile dark blond mane. His curls had become visibly darker with the years.

He had grown. Not just mentally.

"Let's get this over with..." He sighed and made his way out of the room and down the hall to his office. Yes, he had a very own office by now. Walking through the glass door, he already saw her seated there; innocently playing with the slighty too long sleeves of your light blue blouse. Magnus swallowed. He didn't actually really want to do this, but he had to.

Rather loudly, he closed the door behind himself; causing her to jump slightly. "Y/L/N..." The detective addressed her sternly with her surname. "What happened during observation with Anderson?" His deep blue eyes settled on her smaller frame; watching her scrunch her nose and shrugging her shoulders. "I just did what I thought was right." Y/N answered nonchalantly. Magnus frowned; not quite believing her. "Clas said you acted headless. Again." The woman with the Y/H/C scoffed. "I didn't act headless! I just wanted to interfere, before-" The older detective gritted his teeth; tired of her constant excuses and her not owning up to her obvious mistakes.

Clas may be an arsehole - but he was an experienced detective and certainly not stupid.

Magnus had a long thread of patience, but it came how it had to come someday... He lost it. "You know what, Y/L/N? I don't want to hear it! Don't waste your breath! This is going to lead nowhere - like all our serious conversations do! It's pointless, until you finally stop being so utterly stubborn and headless and listen to me - or other experienced detectives!" Y/N stood up from her chair and crossed her arms over her chest. "I'm not a newbie anymore, Magnus! I know what I'm doing!" Magnus shook his head. "No, you don't! You don't have the experience! I never said that you're a newbie! Sure, you know your job, but sometimes you just should listen to me! It'll get you in serious trouble sometime! I can assure you that!"

The woman groaned in frustration and rounded the desk; stepped closer to her mentor. So close, that she was almost chest to chest with him. "I don't think I'm the problem. You are. You didn't like me from the first day. Don't pretend it isn't true! You just don't trust in my skills enough is all!"

The curly haired man felt the blood boil within his veins. Why was she so annoying and unreasonable? "No, that is not true! I just don't want you getting yourself hurt or even killed! We're not dealing with kid stuff like neighbour fights or drunkards behind a steering wheel, no..." He sighed; pinching the bridge of his nose. "Y/N, we are dealing with the heavy stuff. Raids, drug businesses and murder! I've seen what this job can do to people! I know what can happen, so please... Please let me talk some sense into you right now!" His apprentice stepped even closer. So close, that he could feel her warm breath on his face. "I know what we are doing, Magnus. I'm neither stupid, nor blind. Learn to trust me more. Have some confidence in me and stop treating me like I'm made of glass."

She held his hard gaze for a few seconds, then walked past him; "My shift it over. I'll see you tomorrow." and left him behind in his office.

Magnus wanted to scream and throw something against the wall. Why does she had to make things so difficult? It could be so easy! After taking a few deep breaths, he sat down at his desk; closing his eyes for a short moment. "This woman is going to break my nerves..." The curly haired man muttered to himself; opening a file he had to work on.

Only a mere week later happened exactly that what Magnus always tried to prevent from happen. Y/N's recklessness got her into a dangerous situation...

The pair was on observation duty today; for a case involving a drug business. Their suspect was a young man; living in the poorer district of Ystad. Together, Magnus and Y/N walked to the detectives car. "Remember, Y/N... We are just on observation, okay?" She opened the passenger door; giving him a smile. "Sure, Mags! I got it. Loosen up a little." Eyeing her for another moment, he sat inside the car; slamming the door shut.

The older police officer drove them to their destination - a very old, bedraggled building at the edge of the town. It has been reported that this was a 'famous' drug business destination, so... And besides was their suspect spotted here before. Magnus parked the car a bit offsides; not to attract any attention. And with that, the observation started. It took a long few hours until something was happening in front of the building... A car stopped right in front of it. Somebody was getting out of the vehicle.

The curly haired man grabbed his binocular. "It's him. It's Bergman." The young police officer reached for her binoculars as well. "Looks like he's waiting for someone." Magnus agreed. "Yes..."

"Let's get closer."

The curly haired man shook his head. "No, Y/N. We are just observing, remember?" "Yes, but-" "No buts. We are staying in this car." The young woman inhaled deeply. "Yes, boss."

"Stop calling me that." "Why?" "Because I don't like it and you know it." She giggled. "Alright... Boss."

Magnus rolled his eyes; feeling his nerves stressed out again. "Y/N, I swear, if you don't-" "Oh my gosh, this is a drug deal! We are witnessing one of Bergman's drug deals!" She suddenly interrupted her mentor; gazing through the binoculars again, "Look!" and reached over to slap the elder man's shoulder. Martinsson did what Y/N asked him to do and watched the scenes unfold through his binoculars.

He swallowed. "It seems like it, yes." "We have to intervene, Magnus! We have to do something!" For the nth time, the curly haired detective shook his head. "No, we won't," he hissed. "If we do that now, just intervene and something gets wrong, we- Y/N, stop!"

He shouldn't have averted his eyes from his protégée. A mistake with consequences.

The last thing he saw of her, was how she stormed out of the car; weapon drawn. "Damnit!" Magnus cursed; slamming his hands down on the steering wheel, before running them through his thick curls. Quickly reaching for the binoculars again, he watched her every step; his fingers curling tightly around it.

Don't act with precipitation, don't act with precipitation, Magnus repeated the words like a prayer inside his head. Keep a cool head.

He watched how Y/N sneaked up towards the building and the two men; clearly with the intention to corner them - and that's what the young police officer did, but without success.

One of the two men (not the main suspect) broke out in panic and fled. Magnus swallowed; still watching. She went to approach Bergman; wanted to arrest him, but it didn't go how she planned this. Exactly that happened, what Magnus always had been afraid of... Y/N's headlessness got her into a dangerous, life threatening situation...

Everything happened so fast. One moment she was about to put handcuffs around Bergman's wrists and the next she found herself in the clutches of another man - probably their suspect's friend or henchman, with her gun on the ground and a knife pressed snugly against her neck. That was the moment Magnus lost it. He had to intervene. He needed to save this reckless woman and protect her. At all costs. He knew that he should call for backup and get this done the right and proper way, but he couldn't. Seeing Y/N with a knife pressed against her neck, caused the attentive policeman to lose it.

Magnus' heart dropped into his gut. It made him act headless, too.

He stormed out of the car; slamming the door shut behind himself. As fast as possible, he sneaked his way over. Magnus' heart was thumping against his ribcage; adrenaline, fear and nervosity flooded his system. Gritting his teeth and taking a few deep breaths, he left his hideout - gun drawn and loaded. "Ystad polisen! Släpp kniven!" The man's eyes who held Y/N widened, while Bergman wanted to reach for his own weapon. Something Magnus halted. "Tänk inte ens tanken! Händerna bakom huvudet, nu!" Then he turned to face the other young man. "Och du ska släppa kniven och låta henne gå!"

The man with black hair scoffed. "Varför ska vi låta henne gå?" The curly haired detective gritted his teeth. He saw only two ways out of this... Actually one. Shooting them was definitely not an option.

He looked over at Y/N. He saw how the young woman trembled in the bulkier man's arms; trying to hold back the tears.

Magnus swallowed hard. "Låt henne gå så låter jag dig gå." As a sign that he really meant it, the detective engaged the safety of his gun and threw it away, before he lifted his hand in surrender. Y/N's eyes widened at the foolish behaviour of Magnus. She had never seen him acting like this before.

"Låt henne nu gå."

The two men looked at each other and nodded. The black haired one threw Y/N aside and both started to run; quickly vanishing out of their sight.

Magnus didn't hesitate; was quick to rush immediately at Y/N's side. "Are you alright?" He asked; concerned eyes scanning her body as he crouched down beside her; wrapping his arms around her body. The young police officer nodded; still a bit trembling. Magnus didn't hesitate; lifted her up and carried her back towards the car, bridal style.

After sitting her in the passenger seat and getting a blanket from the trunk to wrap around her; he started the engine and pulled the car back on the road.

No one said a single word on the entire ride. Magnus was still trying to process what happened and Y/N was still way too shocked and shaken. Instead of driving back to the police station, took Magnus Y/N to his home, where he guided her up the stairs and sat her gently down on the sofa; blanket still wrapped around her. Minutes later, she had a steaming cup of tea in her hands.

"Thank you," the young woman mumbled quietly. "Of course," Magnus reassured her and sat down beside her. "Do you feel better?" She nodded; taking a small sip from the tea. Once more they sat in silence, until Y/N finally had the bravery to ask the question which was ghosting through her head already the whole car ride. "Why did you do that?"

The curly haired man's eyes snapped up to meet Y/N's. He swallowed hard; nervously rubbing his palms together.

"Because I had to."

She shook her head. "No... You didn't. You were acting headless. Something you never did before..."

He wanted to scream. Again. The realisation which had dawned on him after he went to save her was like a punch into the guts. Deep down he knew it, but nevertheless didn't see it coming.

"Well... Perhaps this is just what people do when they're in love."

"W-What?" Y/N blinked; visibly didn't see that coming. "I-In love? A-Are you trying to say that-"

"I've fallen in love with you, yes."

Silence.

"I-I don't know what to say, I..." Magnus gave her a gentle smile, despite that he felt like dying inside. "You don't have to say anything, Y/N." He knew that his feelings weren't reciprocated. Why should they? What would Y/N want with a man who was almost ten years older than her? "You wanted an honest explanation. I gave you one and that was it. This is an issue I have to deal with, not y-" The detective got interrupted and literally overwhelmed that her lips were suddenly on his; massaging them gently and encouraging him to kiss back.

It felt surreal. Like a dream - but he couldn't help himself but to give in and melt into the kiss.

"So... Does that mean my feelings are reciprocated?" He panted against her lips; smiling. Y/N scoffed playfully. "Didn't I make that very clear?" Magnus shook his head. "No, no, I think you need to give me a few more evidences." She smirked.

"Gladly."

Translation:

Släpp kniven! - Drop the knife!

Tänk inte ens tanken! Händerna bakom huvudet, nu! - Don't even think about it! Hands behind your head, now!

Och du ska släppa kniven och låta henne gå! - And you are going to drop that knife and let her go!

Varför ska vi låta henne gå? - Why should we let her go, huh?

Låt henne gå så låter jag dig gå. - Let her go and I'll let you go.

Låt henne nu gå. - Now let her go.

[rinbowaman]

S E 7 E N : S A T A N P A R T 1 N E

sorry for the wait! Here we go. So I had to type this while I was out and about, using my phone, and I didn’t get to proof read this so pls ignore mistakes. I’ll tap back into all chapters to make corrections. For now, enjoy.

Warnings: Death by internal decapitation, breaking limbs, breaking bodies, religious references, demons, angels, archangels, devil, smut....i think that's it.

After you got dressed and had a cup of your favorite tea, you felt rather chipper compared to the latter days when your mood was down, all due to your upcoming execution. 

It was strange, it was almost like you were welcoming death, was it because he was going to take you? Surely you couldn’t be looking forward to dying at the hands of the ‘angels’…or maybe it was….

‘Am I just done with everything? Am I just too tired to go on after everything that’s happened?’ 

Perhaps you were going through some type of effect from the trauma and shock of being selected, or being told repeatedly that you are the bride of the Devil. You had wondered if you’re going out of your mind and perhaps, your brain is going blank and emotionless. 

Either way, you hadn’t felt this calm since before the incident with the Senator and being selected, so why not just remain as such, it was better than thinking about dying…in the next 96 hours. 

‘Three days….three days is all I have left…’. 

Following Jake’s orders from a note that he left beside your bed, you were instructed to wait inside your apartment for the next brother to come meet with you. 

‘Wonder who it will be this time around…’ 

…….

You stood by in your apartment, the clocked reached the hour of mid-morning, and you remained patiently waiting for the next brother. As you sat at the dining table, you dabbed your finger into the teacup, just a tad bit to wet the pad of your pointer. Sailing the pad of your index along the rim of your cup, you basked in the glazing rays of the sun as it shined through your window, the silk and short camisole that you had remained in felt loose and comfortable as the thin straps loosely falls off your shoulder, revealing the contours of your collarbone. 

Your exposed legs displayed the expansion of your glowing skin kissed by the sun, all the while your hair drapes and frames your upper body, you looked breathtakingly ethereal, yet certain features expelled a dark sensual hint that contrasted from the purities from your other characteristics. You were the standing image of Heaven and Hell, a perfect mixture of innocence and lust, combined into one. 

As you set your gaze out the window, your hair flaring a hue of vivid color, the blushing shade of your cheeks heightened from your complexion, and the dark stained crimson lips, you became distracted by the beauty of the baby blue sky, and the blanket of clouds that comforted it. 

You gazed, admired, and became deep in thought as you maintained a peaceful mentality…so in depth with your thoughts and the view out your window, that you had no idea he had appeared off to the side, admiring you a few feet as your face was turned away in the opposite direction. 

…………..

He didn’t make a sound. He didn’t want to make you aware of his presence, for if you had looked at him with those beautiful eyes that he dreamt about for the last 7 thousand years, he wouldn’t have been able to control himself. He needed to wait as there were two brothers left to finalize the preparations in molding and formatting your soul and mortal body….all so you can eventually withstand Hell…you soon to be new home. 

With the lace mask that gently rests against his eyes, he stood, his breathing heightened and became slightly shaky as he focused on steadying it…he can’t believe he was feeling this way. It was only with you. 

The way you smelled, the way you looked when you stared, how immaculate your form appeared when you breathes deeply, as your breasts would rise with a depth that called out to him…as if they were begging for him to kiss and caress them with his tongue. 

His heartbeat increases in pace as the flush of his blood flowed with impulsive intensity. 

You are so perfect….and he knows why….he knows. You were exactly what he needed…what he wanted….though he never would have expected to get it in the manner of which, was you. 

‘He knew I wanted revenge…he knew I wanted to destroy his light…he knew I wanted to destroy….him…I wanted to ruin him….I wanted to kill off every last bit of his holy glow….knowing that….he gives me…..you….’ 

Gently and quietly reaching over, his finger tips lightly…ever so lightly, lifts a small piece of your hair as he admired it. 

You were still gazing out your window when you felt something from the back of your head, which caused you to snap your head around….only to find nothing was there. 

‘Weird….it felt like someone was touching my hair….was it them one of the brothers?’

You thought internally as you scoot your chair back, got up, and walked over to your bedroom to change.

‘It must be the next brother, I should go change now.’ 

Yet you couldn’t have been more wrong. For as you walked away from the dining area, past your living room and into the door leading to your bedroom, watching you from behind…was him....

....................

‘For you….I would shift planets…create moons…and throw stars…I would never let you fall. I’d bring the sun to you, just to see the rays stream through the waves of your hair. You could never understand…that the beating of my heart was a lost drum…it was looking for a rhythm…a harmony….and it found you. I can make your best nights last forever, and make the worst disappear by dawn….I can make all your demons begone, and make angels kneel to you. I can do all….yet….I could never do what you do. You, who can make love out of nothing…and it’s the best gift of glory…it cost nothing, it doesn’t require the issue of blood, flesh, or tears…yet it’s priceless. you’re making it right now, yet you don’t even know you’re doing it. I could never make it without you…I’d crawl….i’d fall…I’d perish. For me to be happy…for me to live…for me to breathe in peace….I have to have you by my side….i wonder if he knew that all this time…that is after all, why you’re here…my y/n. My mortal queen. The one thing I was dead set on destroying…is the one thing I needed the most….fucking clever bastard…’  

He chuckles silently at the last bit of his thought, his masked face displaying a sly smile as he watches you disappear into your room.

The moment you open your door and emerge out with casual clothes on, he was already gone. Not a sound nor whisper was made as he disappeared, leaving you unaware that he was present for a moment, admiring you…further fueling his desire to take you away. You belonged to him, he knew it…God knew it…everyone knew…everyone but you, knew the truth. How ironic that you would be the last to know the meaning behind your existence. 

‘I’m done…you can go see her now…Sunghoon.’ 

………

“Hello….y/n.” 

You turned around to face the voice that slightly startled you. You saw him standing against the wall, his arms crossed and his feet slightly crossed in a relaxed manner. Of course like his brothers before him, he was dressed primarily in all black, and he looked just as smooth and slick. He had dark hair that was nearly combed, and a traditionally handsome face. 

“Did I scare you?” He chuckles. 

“Mm a little…I’m sorry….” You apologized though you’re not sure why. These men…these 7 Princes of Hell, they had a habit of intimidating you even though they weren’t displaying themselves in such a manner. Even while being affectionate and sweet, there was a sense to never cross them or cause them anger as their ruthless demeanor could still be seen behind those dashing smiles and loving gaze. 

“Oh don’t be…it’s me, who should apologize…” he walks over to you as his arms remained crossed. Leaning into your ear, he whispers…

“Forgive me…doll.” Retracting his head slightly back, he tilts it slightly to look at you sweetly for a response. 

“Uh…yes….it’s alright.” 

“Good giiiiirlll…” he croaks out with a deep inflection in his tone. 

“So…doll…what should we do today?” He asks as he reaches up and caressed your cheek. “So beautiful…how fitting for a queen.” He smirks. 

“You’ll make your king so happy…” he issues as he gently taps the tip of your nose. 

You didn’t know how to respond, yet it didn’t matter as he didn’t mind for one, instead, he insisted for the both of you to go out and explore the city. 

“Let’s go…doll…pretty pretty doll…” taking you be the hand, he places a gentle kiss atop of it as he walks you out of the apartment. 

“Oh uh…I left my keys inside…” you remarked. Yet the moment you issued your statement he gently pulls you against him and caressed you. “Don’t worry, I got you.” 

Reaching up with his hand, he snaps his fingers and you hear the series of clicks as the bolts and locking mechanisms secure in place. 

“…oh…thank you.” It never ceases to surprise how incredible these men were. After everything you’ve seen, you still became enchanted whenever you met the next brother. 

“You’re welcome doll. Come, let’s go. Where would you like to go?” 

You weren’t entirely sure where, you hadnt really planned on stepping out. Yet, since you both were out, you asked if he had or enjoyed coffee. 

“I do like coffee.” 

“Would you like to go to my favorite cafe?” You asked.

“I would love that. Let’s go beautiful.” 

Just like his brothers, he walks you by his side, with a high level of guard and protection, though you’re quite certain that after what was displayed by the warnings of his brothers, you weren’t worried about running into the members of Forras’s group. You also knew they found it pointless to kill you seeing as you were going to die…though how and by whom, they didn’t have any knowledge of. 

“I almost forgot, what is your name?” You asked. 

Smirking, he dazzles out a smile as he calmly tells you. 

“You can call me Sunghoon.” 

.......................

Entering inside the cafe, everyone, including the baristas who you were familiar with, all stood quiet and stared at you. 

At first you thought it was because of the devastatingly handsome man by your side, yet the moment you greeted one of the baristas, you realized that it was you that they were issuing shocking looks at. 

“Y-y/n…is it true?”

Looking up at him, you gave a puzzle look as Griffith, the barista who was also a friendly acquaintance, stuttered out his question. 

“Is it true that you were selected to be executed? That you caused great sin against God?” 

You stood slightly wide eyed as your mouth began to part open. “H-how…do you know that?” You softly questioned. 

“It’s true then! What have you done?” He scolds. 

Griffith had been a long time member of the cult, one of the first to join, yet, despite you never pledging and be aiming a part of the group, he was always sincere and kind to you. Yet this time around, he started to take a harsh tone against you, as if you had offended him.

“How could you y/n? First Lily, and now you?!” 

Your eyes started to glisten with tears at the mention of Lily’s name. 

“….stop…don’t…don’t say her name…not like that.” You issued with a steady and somewhat stern tone. Lily was not a sinner. Especially after everything you’ve witnessed, not to mention what you were piecing together through the efforts and aid by the 7 brothers, the whole concept of Heaven cleansing the world of its sinners, just as Forras had ingrained in the brains of the public, became severely questionable as your hint of doubt, which had been there from the first moment the world came shattering down, had only enhanced and became certain in your current state of mind. 

“She was a sinner! And now you! Why y/n? How could you?….I’ve waited….I was so patient…” 

You looked at him confusingly as he continued. 

“All this time you refused to join us, I never pressured or urged you like the others did, I tried to show you how patient and understanding I was…now I see…I should have pressed the issue when I had the chance. I could have saved you…the we could of…we could have already been married with the senators blessing.” 

You raised a brow with a hint of irritation and disgust. Rule of thumb was, for any couple to be married, the blessing of Senator Forras needed to be issued, and both members of the relationship needed to be granted members of the cult. 

Despite you being slightly aware of Griffiths feelings for you, based off of what Lily would tell you, you merely thought it to be a simple crush. For crying aloud, the boy was always seeing flirting and dating a myriad of girls since you’ve known him…yet here he is issuing you words of reprimand as he claims that you both ‘should’ have been married by now. 

“What…are you talking about?” You stepped back from the counter. 

“Us! Us y/n, us! I even had asked the Senator about it, and to help me convince you to join.” 

“W-what?…when did you…”

“Nearly a week ago!! That’s why he came to visit the library five days ago!”

Your eyes widened…

‘So that’s why he gave me his card….and asked me to come by….’ 

Though it wasn’t hard to tell, that the Senator had developed his own intentions with you once he saw you. Initially, he may have had Griffith’s request in mind as a reason to expand his cult and getting you to join…yet after he saw you, he too fell under the effects of your appearance and your aura…he wanted you for himself. 

“Why…why did you do that?” You started to raise your voice. “You have any idea what you had caused?! What he was trying to do? All because of what you did!” 

“Stop y/n, now you really are sounding like a sinner…lying through your teeth. The Senator did say you were begging for him, yet he asked us to welcome you openly and to aid you….but you…you’re just a whore looking for a high position…you were attempting to use the senator and-“ 

Your expression jolted to a look of shock and fear as Griffith flew back, crashing into the stock load of cups and coffee ingredients. Yet, no one was seen pushing or thrashing him.

“Hmph…you know…I was trying to give you the benefit of the doubt…trying to see if you would shut up and listen to her…but it looks like he wasn’t willing to give you that same courtesy…and after what I heard, neither am I.” His voice deepens, you watch as Sunghoon walks steadily over to the counter and leaps effortlessly  atop the counter, nearly levitating as he did so, gently landing on his feet as his arms remained crossed. He looked so demeaning and yet suave with the way he moved. It earned a series of gasps and enchanting gasps from the women inside the cafe. 

“Do you have any idea who you just disrespected? Hmm?” Peering down at Griffith, Sunghoon narrows his eyes. 

“You don’t….yet still, you’re brazen and I’ll mannered. I have a preeeetty bad temper, and I’m trying my best to not let it get to me…but when I see idiots like you….” He grits a chuckle through his teeth as he finishes “it reminds me why I always resort to wrath.”

“Y-you! Get the fuck outta-“

“I told you to shut up…” Sunghoon cuts Griffith off without raising his voice, yet the tone reached a level of dangerous anger as he stood still, his stance remained unchanged. “I guess now I’m going to have to tell to ‘shut the fuck up’ since you seem to have trouble following orders.” 

Sunghoon glares our a smirk before he speaks.

“Tsssssk….fucking idiot.”

He grabbed onto Griffiths hair, lifting him from the ground by his harsh hold, Sunghoon drags the man outside, taking you by the hand and pinning you to his side as he gently gets you to depart with him. 

“W-what are you…what are you going to do?” You asked as you checked back at the wincing Griffith being dragged by the hair. 

“Just taking him away from the crowd, I hate useless screaming and I don’t need to draw attention to you.”

“What do you mean?” 

Taking both you and Griffith to a secluded alley way, he gently leans you against the wall and kisses you, all the while still having a harsh grab on Griffiths blonde locks. 

“Don’t worry…just stay here…you can close your eyes and cover your ears if you don’t want to watch this…” 

You slightly panicked as reached up to Sunghoon chest.

“Wait please! What are you…?”

“He insulted you.” Sunghoon smiles, though the dashing essence was no longer present, instead, there was a flare of a twisted glint in it. Looking at it, you shuddered as your breath slightly hitched. 

Though you didn’t appreciate Griffiths actions, or his displayed arrogance and contempt toward you in front of public view, he wasn’t deserving for such a punishment. Forras and the high profiled members of the cult was a different story, you could get by in seeing them being held accountable to the worst type of punishments, considering they were by far the most horrible of men you had ever faced. But Griffith was just foolish and presumptuous, you couldn’t help but allow your moral standing to interfere. 

“Please no! I agree he was stupid but he shouldn’t die because of something so meager.” 

“Disrespecting you…is not considered meager y/n. Especially in Heeseung’s book…he wants him to burn…and it will be my pleasure to do it.” Sunghoon caressed your face as he tries to reassure you. 

“N-no please….I don’t like him either but this is…it’s too much. He’s not an terrible person like the senator is…please…” you nearly begged. 

Sunghoon raises a brow and softly tells you, “you’re a good balance of light and darkness….but im sorry to tell you…this goes beyond my distaste for the rudeness he acted towards you….I have too y/n….Heeseung is my brother…but he’s also my ruler.” 

Your mouth quivered. 

“Please wait! Just…there has to be-“

Suddenly you felt a pair of gentle hands firmly grab your waist from behind. You didn’t have the chance to turn around and see who it was, as they shifted you around to face the wall behind. Your hands instinctively raise as you felt the strong frame pressing against your backside, pushing you against the brick wall sternly, yet it wasn’t at all harsh or rough. 

With a deep and eerie whisper, your breathing stopped the moment you heard it tickling your ear.

………………..

“Shhhhh…preeeeettyyyy….”

P A R T 2 W O

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[kthynes]

husband for hire

18+

You proposition a very powerful mafia member before your father does and he abides.

warnings: course language, mentions of arranged marriage. fake husband/wife trope. Mafia!Lloyd x fem!reader (non-descriptive).

word count: ~1.1k

authors note: I was watching the proposal with the other Ryan in it when my ✨muse✨ came to me. So enjoy this filler piece while I reluctantly work on my bazillion other WIPs.

You both hated your father. For different reasons. For some time now. So you thought, on your wildest whims, that there’d be no other agreeable man like him.

”I don’t think I follow…” Lloyd Hansen winces while popping some Jordan almonds into his mouth. He’s bored, gant on listening but fully taken by you.

“Be my husband.” You confidently rephrase as he lazily gets up from the chaise and walks over to you.

“Only if you get down on one knee.” He jokes, peering down at your unceasing resolve. The buttons on his dress shirt come apart as he flutters his broad spanning shoulders and prepares his stance. Your lips tug at the corners, grimacing at the hard earned comment.

“Not happening.”

“So then what’s in it for me?” He asks while striking the patience of a dead man. Lloyd has never humoured you. You’ve only heard of him. So this interaction was not owed by any means.

“I just… I just… Gah!” You pause and exhale loudly, eyes pinched shut, strung with frustration. He’s licking his chops and kissing his teeth, punctuating the informed silence.

“God why am I like this?” You groan in the palm of your hands.

Groups of siren-like women are laughing behind the large barreled doors. Wedding goers are celebrating a truthful, loving union all while you attempted to coerce a notorious gang lord in the name of unholy matrimony.

Lloyd carefully studies your pitfall, enjoying your demure and every emotion you easily splay.

You snap your head up, bashful as can be. “Look I just need my father to trust my choices, to let me be.”

The matter of fact was that you were of age which meant that your father was petulant on finding you the right suitor. Day and night, men from the same walks of life would try to pursue you and right now you were conspicuous, trying to dodge the don of Spain.

“I haven’t felt myself in years and for once, I’d like to be free from all this,” You pathetically ramble, a known tendency of yours.

“You’re asking for a lot there,” Lloyd hums while looking at you sideways and crinkly eyed.

“He thinks I’m like cattle! Do as I’m told. Be who he is.” You nearly shriek, ready to hulk out of your gown. “I’ve had enough!”

“Right…” Lloyd ponders while drawing a thumb and pointer finger over his thick, unshorn chevron. “But see, the thing is that I still don’t know where exactly I fit in this equation of yours.”

“It’s simple. Let’s play house. You and I. No strings attached.” You begin. “Of course, we’ll have to establish some boundaries but for the most part it’ll get my father off my back.”

“And leave a blazon target on mine. Fuck that.” Lloyd walks past you knowing that he’s spent a fair amount of time in the drawing room, plucking at your pleas.

“Would you change your mind if you had the chance to fuck me?” You pipe just as he reaches the door.

Now there’s an idea.

“Now you’re pushing it.” He advises, although, taking you apart on top of the large executive desk wasn’t exactly a faraway thought. He comes up short, jaw ticking as he takes a deep, composing breath. Your mother never taught you how to act right especially in the order of mafia men. You spoke, whole foot in mouth, completely unashamed.

“Please Lloyd.” You were asking a lot of him. First to be his wife and now his play thing? He’s unprincipled to it all.

“Don’t make me a dishonourable man, sunshine.” He grunts before stepping out into the crowds that welcome him back again.

💍

“So what’d he say?” Your best friend, Liza grabs you by the arm, giving you a light shake as you stand by the side entrance, completely stock still.

Hours later, the evening toasts were still going on. Steve and Peggy had a lot of well wishers and you zoned out through almost all of them. Love is love is love, right?

“Y/N?”

“He almost had me.” You finally grumble. Liza opens her mouth to say something but then Lloyd takes center stage, deviating both of your attention. It’s the first time you properly take him in. Dressed like a 70s business mogul, he has some flare and underlying charisma. You never met anyone quite like him, an absolute alchemy.

“Hello everyone.” He starts off at ease, eyes scanning the crowd with a terse smile that he needed to work on. “Thank you all for coming by to celebrate my good friends Steve and Peggy.”

Everyone claps. Ear piercing whistles erupt, men shake their fists and huzzah. You’re silently observant, still kind of prissy for god knows what.

“I know we don men don’t have moments like this as often as we should but because Steve is different I’m glad that he’s found you, Margaret.” Lloyd initiates and someone in the crowd lets out a relieved ‘amen.’

“He had a prayer and somehow the scoundrel saw it through.” He shakes his head with a sly grin. “So cheers to that, I guess.”

He raises his glass with one hand while the other is shoved in his trouser pocket.

“Cheers indeed.” Liza snickers next to you, downing her champagne immediately.

“Now before I take off there is something else I’d like to preface, do, challenge, be with… or without.” Lloyd stalls, staring down at his untouched champagne flute. His unabiding seriousness passes through the crowd who look to one another. Your brows were automatically drawn together, steering with doubt as he lulled his head back up.

“I met someone. Someone so fucking audacious that I thought to myself why not?” He starts off with a crass proclamation. “Maybe she could give me this.” He points to the environment around him.

“And maybe I’d be dumb enough to see it through.”

Whispers take flight. You were bludgeoned with disbelief. “So… what do you say, Y/N Y/L/N. Will you marry me?”

Gasps flit through the auditorium. Liza whips her head around and yips with excitement as the hall lights shine down on you. Like a fish out of water, your mouth puckers.

“This can’t be happening.” You mutter to your closest companion while remaining underwhelmingly overzealous.

“I mean this is what you wanted so…” she adds under her breath, bobbing and acknowledging the stares. “Talk about a man of grand gestures.”

“Tell me ‘bout it.”

“Sunshine?” Lloyd reverberates, holding the mic so very close to his bushy upper lip.

“Yes.” You quip. No second thoughts. No apprehension. No backing down.

“What was that?” He inquires, trying to read your perfectly glossy lips. “Was that a yes?” Someone confirms and he repeats. “Yes?”

“She said yes!” Everyone cheers with all the more reasons to do so.

Lloyd smiles right at you, coveted by his new missus. You didn’t realize that you’d be let on this far. But he had other plans and maybe stringing you along could be impactful.

[takeyourcyanide]

Bells

Summary: Stein leaves the academy unannounced midday. Spirit finds him struggling in a centuries old church.

Word Count: 2 650

This is set when the pair were teenagers.

I have two ideas of things to write. One of which I’m failing to execute in a satisfactory manner. I will write the other very soon.

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The static of silence filled Stein’s ears. He warmed his frigid hands in his pockets as he sat thoughtfully on the steeple in the very front. The steeples were made, of course, of what he presumed was some kind of dark oak wood, red velvet cushioning them. The golden light of the sunset shone through the mesmerizing stained glass surrounding him as he stared directly at the podium, directly at the religious imagery laid out before him. The church itself had been built centuries ago, its intricate and wondrous architecture making such a fact obvious. And as Stein wondered to himself whether or not a world devoid of even the concept of a god, of an oppressive, yet possibly guiding ruler, would’ve ultimately benefited him more than the largely religious world he’d been born into, the bells upon the very top of the church sounded loudly, ringing in his pale ears. He wondered why God had seemingly only forsaken him specifically, leaving him to fail to be even barely human. The thought did not sadden him, rather it peaked his curiosity in an odd way.

A buzzing, a ringing sound interrupted his train of thought, joining the bells in causing his temples to gently throb. He did not move to grab his phone, figuring that it would only be another call from Spirit or Marie or Azusa. They had been worriedly and frantically calling him for hours. He had disappeared from the school, leaving midday, completely unannounced. He had been sitting simultaneously peacefully and maddeningly in the church for a long while. It was a place in which no one would expect him of all people to be.

Seeing as there was not a soul around, he took out his pack of cigarettes from his left pant pocket. He placed his fingers around a singular cigarette, placing his lips gently around the object, as he shuffled the pack back into his grey pocket.

Before he could light the stick of calmness, the creaking of the large doors behind him alerted him to the presence of another individual. Despite this fact, he did not remove the unlit cigarette from his mouth.

He whipped his head around curiously, finding his priestly, red-headed weapon eyeing him confusedly.

“What are you doing here, Stein? You worried everyone sick. And you can’t smoke in here,” Spirit stated, sounding particularly annoyed. Stein felt that he needed to prepare himself to be lectured and reprimanded once again, per the usual.

He left the cigarette gently dangling from his chapped lips, turning his attention back toward the front of the architectural masterpiece.

Spirit stomped his way over to Stein, eyes narrow and judgmental as he frowned. He could not help but spare the church a few glances, after sending out messages notifying everyone that he had found Stein, on his way up to the front steeple on the left.

Stein just barely jumped, his eyes widening by a slim margin as Spirit yanked the cigarette from out of his mouth, folding it with his pointer finger and thumb, and shoving it down into his pocket.

“It wasn’t even lit,” Stein spoke, sounding awfully dejected.

“Whatever, it’s disrespectful,” the weapon rolled his scornful eyes so far that Stein figured he might’ve seen his own frontal lobe.

A bothered sigh shook Spirit’s hoarse throat. He turned his head in the direction of his meister, of whom continued to stare directly ahead of himself. He appeared tired and bored, even slightly paler than usual.

“What are you even doing in this place? I thought you hated church,” he elevated one of his pinched eyebrows, light pink lips pursed and pouty.

“I do. I can admire the architecture, can I not?” Stein responded plainly, sounding entirely uninterested.

“Come on. Are you really only here to ‘admire the architecture’?” The ginger spoke mockingly, utilizing air quotes to further his point.

“No,” he finally turned his head to stare Spirit directly in his questioning eyes.

Spirit noted how the boy’s gaze appeared rather miserable. At least that was the only emotion discernible upon his relatively expressionless face.

Spirit once again sighed, the difference being that this time it sounded much more sympathetic and soft.

“What’s wrong? Why did you just leave the school like that without telling anyone?” He asked with a tilted and wondering head, eyes undeniably gentler. He lifted his hand, patting Stein’s shoulder.

“What is truly the point in me being there? There is none,” Stein shrugged his aforementioned shoulders, shaking his head from left to right.

“Okay, Stein, we all feel like that sometimes, but that doesn’t justify freaking everyone out,” Spirit said, shaking his head, too, in mild disbelief and annoyance.

Suddenly, Stein stood from his seat, not speaking, not even glancing at Spirit, as he began to leave.

Spirit grabbed quickly onto the male’s hand, grasping his cold wrist, and flashing him a look of confusion.

“Where are you going now?” He rushed out almost exhaustedly.

“You’re never going to understand - just like everyone else I’ve ever met, so what’s the point in trying to explain it to you? Not to mention, you’ve made it pretty damn clear that you’re tired of dealing with me,” Stein sounded not quite angry, not quite hurt, but rather frustrated and put off. Possibly annoyed, possibly sad. It was difficult for Spirit to truly be able to

tell.

Spirit stood along with him in a passionate manner, not surrendering his hold on Stein’s wrist.

Spirit looked his meister directly in the eyes and demanded, “Make me understand!”

“Why does it matter to you? You need something to tell everyone else?” Stein bit back, staring suspiciously at the boy.

“Why are you always so suspicious of everyone?” Spirit, again, appeared to be stuck in a permanent state of mild confusion and disbelief, even annoyance. He felt a bit of what he assumed was almost pity for Stein, despite being aggravated by him.

“I will ask again. What does it matter to you? You didn’t even deny not wanting to have to deal with me anymore, so I figured you’d prefer not hearing about it,” he attempted to release himself from the iron grip of his weapon, only to soon give up and stand still and limp.

“What does it not matter, Stein? You’re my damn partner! I care about you, and you’ve been acting off all day! If you tell me what’s wrong, I’ll try my fucking best to help you, even if I can’t! And of course you can be a piece of work, but that doesn’t matter to me! You’re my friend! You don’t have to suspect me of anything. I have no ulterior motives. It’s okay, Stein, just tell me what’s wrong,” Spirit yelled, much to Stein’s displeasure. He shook Stein’s arm up and down accidentally, caught entirely up in the moment.

“Why? So you can tell Lord Death all about it?” Stein interrogated, continuing with his former suspicions.

Sometimes interacting with Stein, particularly in these moments, was similar to interacting with a fussy and bratty child or even infant.

He swallowed the urge to ask “who hurt you,” deciding that it wouldn’t help anything at all. Though he remained curious as to why Stein automatically assumed that everyone had some sort of incentive to act only against him - why he automatically assumed everyone was out to get him.

“I won’t tell anyone anything you tell me. I promise. I swear on my life, Stein,” Spirit stared into the paranoid eyes of the meister standing before him with the most genuine expression he could possibly muster. He was being serious, and he wanted Stein to know that. He wouldn’t ever betray him.

Stein peered down at both of his hands - his trapped hand and his free hand. He held his free hand up, clenching and unclenching all of his fingers.

“Fine,” he spoke in his typical monotone. “I’m sure you know what would happen to you if you were to even tell a soul without my permission,” he continued, now staring Spirit directly in the eyes, rather menacingly. Said eyes of his had widened to a creepily large size, and somehow managed to become even more corpse-like and threatening than before.

Spirit felt a small chill go down his spine as his own eyes became enlarged for entirely different reasons. He released his grip on the male, allowing his arm to fall to his side.

“Yes, of course,” the chilled boy responded, frankly a bit cautious of the ever intimidating Stein.

“Thank you, Spirit,” Stein’s gaze relaxed as he sighed a relieved sigh. He sounded unguarded and appreciative. He moved back to the velvety steeple, taking his former seat. Spirit followed suit, sitting beside him at a comfortable distance, one of which he knew Stein would not complain about.

“What I meant when I asked what the point of me attending the DWMA was that one of the school’s core goals is enforcing an incredibly strict moral code and incredibly strict rules, but no matter how hard I try, I cannot develop a sense of morality. No matter how I hard I try, I cannot properly experience plenty of emotions others can. I don’t belong there,” he elaborated, returning to staring in front of himself, a serious and contemplative expression present on his visage.

“Oh,” was all Spirit could say in that moment, figuring it would be best to simply listen.

“There are only two ways for individuals such as myself, Spirit. And there will come a day, I know…” The meister trailed off cryptically, confusing the weapon beside him.

“What?” Spirit questioned, tilting his head. His crimson hair fell to the side along with it.

Stein looked up at the ceiling for a moment. It was decorated with an impressive and detailed painting, a mural - one of which was, of course, filled to the brim with religious imagery and symbolism.

He bowed his head back downward, sighing deeply with a sense of tragedy.

“There are only two ways; I can adapt to this society perfectly and never indulge in my own hedonistic and selfish and sadistic and thrill-speaking desires and be utterly miserable, or I can go off completely on my own and still be miserable. But at least if I were to go on my own, I’d get to feel alive once in a while.”

Whilst speaking, he turned his head to face Spirit, eyes blown out and desperate, hands only emphasizing the end of his explanation.

“And there will come a day - I know there will, Spirit. A day in which I finally fall victim to my own incoherent thoughts, a day in which I will no longer be able to exhibit any self-control, a day in which I will lose all of my control.. A day in which I will simply let go, even if not on purpose. I will succumb to myself, to my own godforsaken brain. I would’ve been better off in a world without even the concept of a ruling god. I just want to feel like I’m alive, Spirit, like there is blood coursing through my veins without losing whatever soul I have,” Stein said all of that within a singular breath, grabbing suddenly onto Spirit’s shoulders, even shaking him a little. He looked almost crazed, almost terrified as he spoke. He appeared as though he was begging, pleading for somebody’s - anybody’s help, despite the fact that he knew he’d never receive it.

Spirit looked on in shock, entirely at a loss for words. He had been holding his breath for as long as Stein had, gasping for air after a long minute or so.

“Please, Spirit,” Stein chokes out, voice broken and hushed.

“‘Please’ what, Stein?” He spoke exasperatedly, his voice sounding so winded that he even surprised himself.

“Make it all stop,” he almost sounded as though he might cry. It was truly quite the pitiful display. He had never once been so vulnerable.

Spirit lifted his arm under Stein’s hand, rubbing his own hand up and down his back. Stein quickly lifted his head up, staring in mild confusion. His eyes were practically bulging out of their sockets, a little more watery and glazed over than is typical for him.

“What are you doing?” He prodded, lifting his body further up, glancing around, seemingly a bit agitated.

“Comforting you, Stein,” the redhead responded, glancing along with him.

The liquid coating Stein’s eyes spilled over suddenly, rolling gracefully down his reddening cheeks.

Stein moved his hand away from Spirit, feeling his cheek curiously. When his fingers came in contact with the salty wetness of a tear, he almost could not believe it.

“Am I.. crying?” Stein looked into Spirit’s honest and sympathetic eyes, searching for whatever answer there might’ve been.

Spirit nodded his head, of which felt heavier upon witnessing such a happening. He had never once seen the male even so much as shed a sliver of a tear.

Stein’s chest shook as a violent sob choked him. He pulled entirely away from Spirit, moving back to his former vertical sitting position, rocking himself soothingly back and forth.

Spirit chased after him, grabbing him by his arms and shoulders and pulling him in. He laid Stein on his chest, holding his head and petting through his hair. His other hand ran up and down his back comfortingly. He even began rocking the both of the gently back and forth from side to side, since Stein clearly enjoyed the motion.

Stein was incredibly tense underneath his kind touch, as he was unsure of what to do. Sure, Marie was often physically affectionate with him, but he can’t remember the last time something like this had happened to him.

His body ultimately moved without his permission, his hands gripping Spirit’s shirt like a vice, both arms being wrapped around his weapon. He shoved his head in the crook of his neck, nostrils being flooded with the smell of cheap and trashy cologne.

“Shh….”

Spirit would hush his pained sounds gently and in the softest voice that he could produce.

But the more Spirit treated him so sweetly, the more he shushed his cries, the more he wept. The tear tracks burned his brightly-colored cheeks.

“I’ll never understand it. I’ll never understand anything. I’ll never understand any of you,” Stein sobbed continuously.

Spirit had never heard anything more utterly heart-wrenching than the sniffling and sobbing of Stein. Seldom did it ever happen, which would only make it sadder. He had never heard anyone, not even an abandoned baby sound so helpless, so alone, so lost, so simultaneously void of emotion, and yet so full of an emotion he hadn’t quite heard of, seen, or understood yet.

He had never felt so awful for the boy lying upon him. He even pushed him back down when he tried to get up in order to avoid dripping a bunch of mucus all over him.

“‘M trying to stop, I really am,” Stein slurred his speech, attempting to breathe in and out and quiet his cries, only to be interrupted by aggressive sobs.

“It’s okay, no need to rush. I’m sure you haven’t had a good cry since you came out of the womb, anyway,” Spirit said, chuckling a little to himself, a tiny grin stretching his lips outwards.

That aforementioned grin nearly grew into a full-blown smile when he had heard the pathetic little laughs coming out of Stein in response to his… Well, it wasn’t really a joke.

“I didn’t cry much at all when I was a baby either,” Stein stated in between sniffles in slight agreement.

“Somehow I’m not surprised,” Spirit rolled his eyes playfully, shaking his head.

Eventually, the tears ceased to fall, the sobs leaving along with them. Stein did not make any attempt to move, however. Instead, he said with a the smallest of smiles, “Thank you, Spirit.”