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cuntyhunty22 · 2 months ago

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SWITCHING THE POSITIONS FOR YOU.

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Mature content 18 plus

Javier Peña x reader

Description: reader is a journalist.. trying to make a name for herself. Covering the narcos and the state of the world. Reader goes undercover in her alter ego meeting someone who complicates her actual career and life. Fantasies and boundaries are tested and explored.

Tags : smut. Bdsm. Latex. Rope play. Whip. Shoe kink. Papi kink. Daddy kink. Rough sex. P in v. oral on both ends. Fingering in public. Cream pie. Squirt. (And a shit ton of other stuff I forgot. It's just filthy okay. ��🏼

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First time writing Javi P and I'm still getting my groove back.. FEEDBACK APPRECIATED.

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The sun tingles on your skin, the echos of music in the distance, and groups of drunk spring breakers. You wanted to do a quick trip to Miami make some extra cash but it's all turned into a cliché you being here.

You yourself are a college student by day, journalist major , but something totally different by night.

When you booked this trip you didn't have in your brain it would be the same week as spring break instead it was entirely different.. Miami is the hot spot for drug trafficking in the states and a pipe line straight to Colombia.

journalism is hard , but journalism as a woman to cover politics and events going on around the world is entirely different.

Right now the big story is Pablo Escobar and the whole world of narcos.

A little birdie may or may not have told you some inside info on people being in town this week and you were here to see what you could find out for yourself.

After a quick tan, you headed back to the condo you rented for the weekend, gathered your things to switch into your alter ego for the evening.

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You show up to the club, it's in the not so safest area of downtown Miami but it's not your typical strip club. The inside dark, dimly lit by red lighting.. booths all black leather. Different stages throughout the building, hallways the lead to different rooms for different fantasies.

This was a gateway to pleasure, the gateway to live out your deepest secrets, fantasy's , and to just let go of reality and let someone else take charge.

For you this was a way to relive the stress college and work put on you, but it was also a way to gather information because even the strongest, richest deadliest people have fantasy's and typically you will find them lurking in a place like this where no one questions a god damn thing.

You got here early to scope things out, you've worked here before but it's been a few months and putting yourself in this position it's best to stay steps ahead.

You got ready for the evening , you started with a skin tight black latex mini dress with a cut out thong back. the straps with buckles clinging to the curves of your ass. black stiletto boots. Your long hair sleek down past your waist and dark red lips.

You made your rounds looking for customers as well as any familiar faces when you spotted a man at the bar.

tight pants, aviators on, sipping whiskey, talking to every woman the passes by.

Looks like you aren't the only one here to gather information. Javier Peña DEA agent. Your goal tonight was to avoid him, you wanted information just as badly as him if not worse.

You did a few dances, took some customers back to the poison of their choice but so far the birdie lied to you. You have not made any progress on gather information till now.

You walk back out and a whole section has been taken up, tequila bottles being brought, all woman scurrying over because they were the high rollers the ones that spend money.. but they were also associates of the cartel.

You bide your time, that's your specialty. You let the other girls who lean more submissive do their job, your job is to lure in the men or woman that for one night needs to be dominated. That needs to be out of control, needs to get away from reality and be put in another position another life where you dictate what goes on.

Finally one of them walk over to you, you recognize him. He's high up in the cartel, not under Escobar but he definitely has alot of knowledge. "So what's your poison." He looks you up and down. Hyper fixating on your boots, and the rope you have strapped to your garter on your thigh.

You reach into your clutch pulling out a collar with a leash attached to it.. "can mommy put this on you.?" Sí, he responds. Typically you're very good at blocking other things out around you to just focus on the moment with the customer but you notice a set of eyes your direction.

Javi is still surrounded by woman, but he looks bored, or maybe he is just evaluating the situation. whatever you didn't care, either way you just wanted him to stop staring and stay out of your way.

You pull the leash leading the man back to a secluded section. back here there are many things you can get into.

"Kneel"

you demanded as the man got on his knees.. "

"are you going to do what I ask.?"

You pull on the leash making the man wimper.. "sí.. " "sí who..?? Who am I.??"

He didn't answer so you pull the leash , and the man is now on all fours.

you smack the man with the tiny whip you have.. "YES WHO.." "mistress.. Sí mistress, tie me up." The man begging.

"You lack manners."

You hear footsteps coming your direction, but you're sure it's just another worker and a client. you were annoyed once you seen who.

Javi is now in the booth next to where you are. Sitting so he has eyes on you. Either this man is on to you, or the man you have on a leash.

"Because you were a bad boy mistress has to punish you. "Lay down." Man obeys. You caress his cheeks with the leather on your boots, toying with him..

"mistress is gonna step on you now, teach you manners as I am in charge. Next time you think to not call my name you will remember the weight and point of my boots onto your cheek.. the burning pleasure to be pinned to the ground looking up at my thighs begging to touch mistress but you can't."

You hear conversation in the background, javí just told the other girl to leave him because he was bored. But he stayed. Eyes locked in.

You step on the man's face, he cried in a rather contradictory moan, whether it was pain pleasure or both. You look away for a millisecond, Javi sitting legs open, swear you can see the bulge in his pants, smoking a cigarette watching you.

You look back to Javi, licking your lips caressing your own breast.. if he's gonna watch might as well make it worth it. Typically there is where you'd pry for information from customers but how can you do that with a fucking DEA agent right next to you.

Session ends, the man pays you. Invites you back to the house they have, it wasn't much information but it was something.

You clean up your props, and walk over to the bar they have back in this area. You have a brief conversation with the bartender, when the stool next to you becomes occupied.

"Whiskey neat, and whatever mistress is having." Javi smirks at you.

"Oh am I supposed to thank you now, does this work on all woman.?"

"Well considering you are big on manners, maybe you should thank me." Javi says with a sarcastic chuckle.

"And maybe you should see.. uh what's your name? That I demand the manners around here not you."

"I'm Javi, but I think you knew that already..."

"excuse me.?"

"You heard me honey.. who are you.?"

"I am no one you need to worry about, here for that same reasons you are."

"I doubt that baby."

If you doubt that, why don't you cuff me right here.?"

You lean into him. Your lips hovering above his ear.

"So the mistress, is a switch.?" Javi cocks his head.

"Let's just say, I adapt" you take the shot and leave Javi at the bar.

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The shift ends and you head out for the evening. you exchange your latex, for a pair of bell bottom jeans and a tight black top.

It's late and you are debating on stalking the address that was given to you. You would take anything, even if was the most un useful piece of information. you just wanted to feel that this trip was worth it.

Fumbling with the keys to unlock the condo door , you were startled by a man sitting in the chair outside the door.

"How-"

not saying a word javi stands up, grabbing your throat pulling you into a kiss. Instantly heated.

Nothing behind it besides lust and possibly a common enemy. You reach down and grip javis hard bulge not even being discreet making Javi let out a groan.

"You like that. I can see how har-"

javis hand covers your mouth. "how about you let me in control baby, Open this door so I can fuck you."

You obliged.

Door swings open. Javi pushing you backwards through the condo, leading you to the bedroom. stripping you of every article of clothing every step you took, till you were left in your lace lingerie.

"Jesus Christ." He groans. I need you.

"Then fucking take me."

Javi throws you to your back on to the bed. he doesn't even take your panties off, he rips them in two. He grabs your things pulling you to the edge of the bed.

Javi sheds his pants no underwear under. which was so slutty for a man. And that ignited your want for him more.

As much as you hated to admit it ,since you seen him tonight a part of you wanted this.

He is rock hard, and the biggest cock you have ever seen, and let's face it.. you've seen your fair share.

Javi could see the thoughts by your facial expression.

"What baby, my cock too big..? You dish it but can't take it.?"

"I said fucking take me Javier"

and that's all it took.

No foreplay. No building up for his cock. He lines up with your entrance and shoves the full length if his cock into you.

"Hmmm, were you thinking of this all night, I seen you watching me "Javi said

"Is that why this pussy is so fucking wet. Were you thinking of how big you thought my cock was while you stepped on that piece of shit."

Your body arches and you go to move and Javi pulls you back with another thrust.

"Don't fucking move "he snarls, tell me you won't move. "

"I won't move.."

"say I won't move papi, and I will take your cock like a good girl."

You smirk. He thinks he can pull this off. But he doesn't realize how good at this you are. Say it, he demands. Slamming your cunt over , and over and over.

"Papi ah fuck." You move again.

This is a game to you. This sent Javi overboard. He shoves your legs above your head pining you to the point you can't move even if you wanted too. At this point you can't say anything besides scream.

"Javi Javi fuck I'm gonna cum , please papi."

Javi still has you pinned, his pace hasn't changed just completely running you. Javi grazes over your clit with his thumb, and he had you exactly where he wanted you.

you have came to the conclusion this battle you lost. Damn was he good.

"You wanna cum , baby..?"

"Yes papi I do, please don't make me beg."

"What if that's what I want.? What if I want you to feel what it's like.?" "

"Then make me beg Javier"

you could see it in his eyes when you called him Javier and not Javi. that it did something.

Javi pulled his cock out of you, leaving you feeling completely empty, but his thumb stayed applying pressure to your clit, continuously edging you. He would get you right there and just stop. Javi did it again, looking at you straight in the eyes, as your eyes water begging for a release.

"Javier please, please fuck me, please make me cum, please give me all of your cock, I need it, papi pleas-"

Javi cuts you off by shoving his cock back in you. it took three thrusts for you to see black and be taken over by your orgasm. Javi didn't stop after you came.

"Hmmm so slutty begging for papi to make you cum, but you didn't think I was gonna stop after right..?"

You're unable to speak.

"I'm gonna ruin this tight little pussy, so when you think you're in control.. you remember this, you remember begging for my cock. "Javi is thrusting furiously.

"Mhmmm fuck it's so good baby I won't even lie. I'm close."

"Javier cum for me, wherever you want."

"Wherever "he grunts.

"Oh baby I'm gonna cum in this pussy I'm ruining you."

Javi has his release and he collapsed next to you.

"So you gonna tell me how you found me.?"

"Baby I work for the government it's not hard."

You pass out. when you wake up Javi is gone. All that remains of him is his tie he left.

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6 months later

You ended up scoring an internship at a tabloid magazine It's a political based. You told the boss about your knowledge on the cartel and events in Miami connecting to Colombia. he told you that you have 3 months to come up with a story that would change the world. All the dirt. On the cartel. On the government. EVERYTHING. He booked you on the next flight out to Colombia.

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It's been about a week since you have been here. You ran into a DEA agent yesterday. Steve .. you think that's his name. you ease dropped as steve and his wife had dinner. Siping on your wine, acting oblivious.

Dressed like any other woman alone in here. Then you heard the name ... Javier.

You got the bare minimum, Steve and Javi are partners. Trying to pay attention to the conversation you were interrupted by the ache between your thighs.

remembering that night you shared. That ever since nothing has even came close to what you had with Javi.

You wonder if he knows you are here, how easy it was last time for him to find you.. I mean you have been here for a week already.

Dinner was useless, you go back to your hotel, there's girls out working the corner and you think maybe you go that route. Befriend one of them, maybe get them to introduce you to their pimp, because everything that happens here leads to Escobar.

You gave up for the night. exhaustion sets in and jet lag. Just when you were about to sleep your phone rings.

"Hello"

"hey it's the office, boss said he got you a meeting at the U.S agency in the morning, some DEA agent is willing to speak."

Who you have a name.?"

"No that's all I know, just be there 8:30 am. "Okay got it thank you."

The next morning

You didn't sleep. You laid awake thinking of every possible scenario. Then back to how Javi had you pinned. then back to how the hell you are gonna pull this off.

You pulled on your skirt, button up blouse with your lace bra slightly peaking through.

You arrive to the agency about 10 mins early.

"Miss.."the receptionist says.. "they are ready for you."

"Great , thank you."

You walk back and they lead you to an office. They seat you at two desks pushed together.

"Morning, how are you.?" I'm Steve. He reaches out to shake your hand.

"Good morning, thank you for meeting with me. My boss said he spoke to you.?"

"Yes when I was In Miami I knew him pretty well, he reached out saying he had journalist over here undercover putting something together."

"That's great I really do appreciate it, I'm lowkey I'll stay out of your way, just anything you can tell me before other journalists know would be incredible. I'm really trying to make a name-" you feeeze.

Javi walks in.

"Oh by the way, this is my partner Javier pená. Javi this is a friend of a friend from Miami. "

"Miami.. "Javi trails off with a small chuckle.

"Oh yeah that's right jav, you went there a few months ago.. her boss said she has some inside information about what's going on there, that she was undercover."

"I know. "Javi replies.

You know.? Steve asks confused..

"Javi you didn't.. "

"we did.. hello Javier." You smirk.

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You leave the embassy, it went well.. well as well as it could.

Steve and Javi seem like they will cooperate with you.

You go to the coffee shop across the street needing the pick me up. You choose to sit in the corner by the window so you can watch outside. But still be discreet.

Javier is outside smoking a cigarette. tight jeans, button up shirt, aviators on and that mustache you just wanna stratal but you won't.

You aren't giving in this time, this is strictly business. Lost in thought your startled by a chair being pulled out.

"What are you exactly doing here." Javi's tone very stern.

"I told you this morning."

"Why didn't you tell me in Miami.?" he questioned.

"Well we didn't exactly do alot of talking, and I just figured you put something together of who I was or you just didn't care... I didn't think I would ever see you again. Or I would even be here."

Javi stars at you, his hands linger under the table, as he touches your thighs moving it up under your skirt.

"No javier. I'm not messing this up, this is strictly business."

You let out a tiny whimper only you and him could hear in this crowded shop.

He continues stopping between your thighs grazing over your panties. Already becoming wet.

"You help me... I help you.." Javi whispers.

Javi moves your panties back sticking two fingers gently in.

"Javi we are in public. Ah-"

"shh baby. No one is paying attention. "

You couldn't believe what was going on. you of all people don't kink shame or judge any situation. But this is different.

He makes you completely submissive.

You are letting this man finger you in a coffee shop.

"Javier "you spoke his name with a light moan.

Finally snapping back to reality you grab his hand shoving it away.

"Goodbye Javier." You left not uttering another word.

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A few days go by, it's been slow. News on the tv of another bombing, but this one was the most devastating.

Rumors of sending agents back to the states fly around.

You haven't heard too much from Javi, honestly you haven't heard from him at all besides what Steve tells you. one of the girls downstairs mentioned that a girl she knows gives Javi information, which you knew what that meant. oddly it made you so fucking jealous.

It's getting late In the evening and there is a knock at your door. You peep out the peep hole and who it is just infuriated you.

"What the fuck do you want Javier. Shouldn't you be with one of your informants."

You go to turn away from him and he grabs your arm pulling you back to him.

"I'm here aren't I. Javi looks at you with dark eyes.

"Why." You let him come in.

"Because I need something from you."

"You tried this the other day, Javi if you want sex there is tons of woman here, go do that I am busy.. "

javi comes behind you, breath hot on your ear.

"I could have any of them, but that's not what I want.. what I need.." his voice sounding desperate.

"Javi pussy is pussy... just go.."

Javi nibbles your neck leaving you whimpering.

"I need something.."

"Fine Javi, what is it.?"

"I need the mistress."

You turn around fast to look at him, not saying a word, you take off javis tie.

"Okay. Get naked. And don't fucking speak."

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You strip. You have on a black silk lingerie set. Javi is now naked laying in the middle of the bed. You grabbed some things out of your bag, rope, and the tie Javi left in Miami.

"Are you missing this..?"

You trail it down his body, chest, to stomach to across his cock.

Javi reaches to touch your ass.

"did I tell you that you you'll touch me." You smack his hand.

" No", he replies. Breath shakey.

"No who.?"

"No mistress.."

"good boy,i have to punish you okay. You disobeyed me.

"Okay mistress."

"Good.. hand above your head."

You take javis hands, bound them together with one of his ties. You tie him to the mental bed frame.

"Do you know how many times, I've touched myself with your tie, wishing I could grind my pussy on you how I was on the tie does it feel good knowing you make me weak."

Javi groans.. hips bucking..

"This is really my punish-"

you smack him across the face.

"Once again did I say you could fucking speak.?"

Javis eyes dark, with need, for lust, for control.

"It's killing you isn't it, to be in the other end.. but this is why you asked for right.. tell me.."

"it is mistress.." Javi breathless, unable to speak more than that.

"good boy.."

you start kissing him. Working your way, down his jaw to his neck down his body, to the tip of his cock.

Javi groans.

"You utter a word.."

"or what.." Javi manages to speak.

you crawl up his body positioning his face between your thighs.

"Shut the fuck up and let me fuck your face, like I fucked your tie. My pussy is the only thing your mouth is good for."

You plop your self down on Javi pulling your panties aside meeting his warm hungry tongue, swirling over your clit, sucking licking flicking every sensitive spot like his life depends on it, which it kinda did.

you rock your hips, you both meeting a rhythm, when it took over you. Grinding on his mustache lost on the lust and the feeling of control.

He's addictive.

You feel your release building but you can't give in, you need to drag this out.

" I've thought about this all day, riding your mustache , coving it in my squirt."

Javi curses under his breath.

" I heard that."

He moans continues devoring your pussy. "Fuck Javier"

he groans again.

As you feel yourself leak all on him, you pull your self down to taste yourself on his mouth.. he's kissing you with such need, such want. You can still feel his body language that he craves being in control that he needs to let that go.

"Mistress.." Javi shakily says between kisses.

"You redeemed yourself, Javier.. but we aren't quite finished."

You move between his thighs, you grab his cock stroking it, twitching with every little move. It was so hard that it looked almost painful. You put his cock in your mouth no warning and the most animal like moan left this man's body. You bob your head up and down, shoving it in your throat as far as you can. Gagging on it covering him in your spit.

You gently squeeze on his balls and his whole body twitches.

"Javier you are holding out on me, fucking let go."

Javi groans. "Mistress, I need you. Please."

"Please what Javier"

"God damn it woman, I need you to fuck me I've had a shitty-"

You cock your head.

"And who is in fucking control.? I am. I'll fuck you when I want to fuck you.. you asked for this."

And that's when it hits you. You want to submit to him so bad and just make his day better, but maybe in a way he needs this as a lesson. You need to stay strong. Because as bad as he wants you to fuck him you want to fuck him more.

"You want me to fuck you huh..? Okay fine."

You climb on top of Javi, sliding his cock inside your wetness. You bounce up and down taking every single inch. your ass slapping against his thighs. You lean back to a slight arch to take him even deeper and to an angle that hits your clit slightly. Lost completely on riding him you were taken by completely surprise when a hand was now wrapped around your throat.

Javi has untied the bound. This man is insane.

"Javier" you moan.

Javi grips your throat tighter.

"You are a switch.. I knew it." He growls.

"Only for you..."

Javi reaches up cupping your cheek as you continue to ride him. His thumb brushes your lips and you gently suck on it. You feel yourself tighten around him.

"Fucking tight, clenching all around my cock."

"Javier.. fuck- oh my- "

"Say the words baby..."

You knew exactly the words he needed, wanted to hear.

"Fuck me Javier" "fuck me papi."

Javi growled picking you up. Flipping you on to your back. Not wasting anytime Javi pumped inside you, every thrust kissing your cervix.

"I haven't stopped thinking about you.. that attitude.. the whimpers when your pussy clinches on my cock. Months it's been on my mind." Javi grunts slamming his cock in and out.

"Javier- mhmmm-"

"That cock feels good doesn't it baby, you and I we are one and the same.. craving control but losing it at the same time."

Something about him slamming his cock in you but saying these things were pulling you to the edge, there is something here, something you don't know if either one of you would explore but for now this is what it was.

Javi looks down at you, his face inches from yours. You gave in to your intrusive thoughts, hands in his hair pulling him into your kiss. Javi gives in, moving one of your legs to wrap around him keeping him as close you you as possible, this kiss was different. Still hungry but in a different way.

"Javier I-" you let out a loud moan as Javi circles your clit sending you over the edge.

"I know baby-" Javi grunts and you feel him spill inside you.

Javi collapses on you, and you get Deja vu.

"Are you gonna leave me again." You ask

"I don't think I can this time. I don't think I can leave you ever again." Javi sighs.

"In what world Javier does this work.?"

"The world where we only submit to one another and that's this one."

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guemarasims · 1 month ago

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mysteriousrainsworld · 3 months ago

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a moonlit night

pairing: bf! seonghwa x gf! reader

genre: fluff, slice of life

summary: the night has always been the most enjoyable time of day for you. with seonghwa in your life, he helps you make the most out of that time.

word count: 1.5k (1,586)

warnings: reader experiences minor anxiety, foodie bf! seonghwa (?), one sentence about worrying about money, they’re rlly in love it scares me 😦, kissing, pet names: baby, my love (i think that’s it)

author’s note: wowowow i had this idea straight after writing about yunho but never had the motivation to write 😭😭 this didn’t come out as naturally as i wanted it to and does flow a bit faster but i still like the events of the (very mini) story. i also just ended up including some of my favourite aesthetics together (moon, stars, rain and ofc seonghwa), hope you enjoy! as always, ignore any grammatical errors 🤓 and leave some feedback 😋

“are you ready, baby?”

as seonghwa lifts his head up from his phone to look at you, he can’t help but smirk.

“are you travelling far, miss? a long journey on the road?”

you stare with wide eyes and a pout on your face. your handbag was filled to the brim with the zipper barely closing and the backpack you had prepared for seonghwa to hold was threatening to burst.

“i just thought it would be good to pack a few essentials. we don’t know what we’ll need,” you decide to place the bags on the floor whilst seonghwa revels in the situation.

“damn, baby, you’re worse than me. there’s convenience stores nearby if we ever need something. they’re open 24/7,” he bends down to grab the backpack and opens it up to check the contents.

“no! don’t do th- ugh, now it won’t close.”

he stares at you with a deadpan expression. “we don’t need these,” he says as he holds up the now squished jam sandwiches you had made in case you guys got hungry.

“and how would you know?” you ask as you fold your arms in defiance.

“because, baby, i think we’d rather have a proper meal for our late dinner than a few sandwiches, especially when we’ll be staying up for a while.”

seonghwa looks at you knowingly and you sigh. you both had woken up late that day and had eaten your meals later than your usual timings so that you could enjoy a night picnic with the moon bathing you in its light.

you had always preferred the night, finding comfort in the darkness rather than the blinding light of the day. it was your only solace as the world became too much to deal with. at night, you had the freedom to do whatever you wanted but since you were always alone, it just meant you could do whatever you wanted within the confines of your home.

that changed when you met seonghwa. you never thought you’d meet someone up for an adventure in the dead of night. the excitement of these outings always left you waiting for the next one, where you could escape from the world with seonghwa by your side, keeping you safe and happy.

“i’ll put the sandwiches in the fridge,” you reply, knowing he’d keep you well fed better than what you had hurriedly made.

the drive didn’t take long to the picnic area with your shared playlist filling up the comfortable silence as seonghwa drove.

when you arrive, the bright lights from the convenience store catches your eye and you stare at the building.

“whoa, that’s huge.”

“yep.” seonghwa pulls up into a parking spot and takes the key out of the ignition. “you see now why we didn’t need all that stuff?”

“i just didn’t want us to spend so much money,” you murmur dejectedly, looking down at your lap.

seonghwa gently lifts your chin to look into your eyes, “baby, i got us.”

with his reassurance, you both get out of the car with your bags in tow and enter the store.

it was probably a good idea seonghwa made you empty more than half the things you packed because this man was on a mission to rid the store of all its delicacies. you let him go on a rampage whilst you pick out a few flavoured drinks for the both of you to enjoy.

when you meet up near the self-checkout, you notice the basket overflowing. “don’t you think you’ve gone overboard this time?”

“actually, i don’t. we both know that three quarters of this just about counts as a meal for me.” you roll your eyes but can’t help smiling at your foodie boyfriend. “come on,” he says, speedily scanning the items, “i’m starving.”

with your supposed meal(s), you follow seonghwa to an open field. when he had deemed a spot good enough, you place the picnic blanket on the grass and seonghwa arranges the food.

the silence engulfs the air. you keep looking behind you or over seonghwa’s shoulder, anxiety starting to creep into your veins. then you hear a tune playing beside your feet: seonghwa’s phone playing music. you look at his face and he leans in, pressing a soft kiss on your lips.

“you’re alright. it’s just us.”

you stare into seonghwa’s eyes as if they hold all the answers to your problems, guiding you to the present with him. you slowly smile, grateful for his presence but growing shy under his gaze. you open your mouth to speak but the only sound heard was the rumble of seonghwa’s stomach. he looks at you like a deer caught in headlights and then you both burst out laughing.

“you really weren’t kidding about being hungry. let’s eat.”

“good idea.”

with the music in the background, the sound of wrappers breaking and bottles opening add to the harmony of peace you created for yourselves. once you both couldn’t eat anymore, you decide to lay next to each other, letting the moonlight cast a veil over your bodies to protect you.

seonghwa’s fingers link through yours, your touch keeping him grounded in the moment, basking in your presence. it always surpirsed you how much seonghwa was affected by you the same way he affected you. and the fact that he never hid how you made him feel always left butterflies in your stomach.

he turns his face towards yours, lifting his other hand to brush your hair back. “i swear the moon left a piece of itself down here on earth and found its way to you.”

despite the chill in the air, you feel your cheeks heat up, wanting to turn away out of shyness but unable to do so with seonghwa’s thumb stroking your cheek.

“your beauty never fails to amaze me. your existence completes me. there’s not a day that goes by that i am not eternally grateful to have met you.” seonghwa lifts your joined hands and presses the back of your hand to his lips. “i love you.”

“seonghwa…” how is it he always manages to leave you breathless with his words alone?

as if breaking out of a trance, he looks back at the night sky. “it’s a shame there’s no stars out tonight.”

you look at him intently. “you’re wrong, seonghwa.”

he looks at you in confusion, his furrowed brows questioning you.

“we only need one star, and he’s right in front of me.”

it was seonghwa’s turn to be left speechless.

“i’m your moon and you’re my star. you embrace me in your warm light, never overbearing. i’m always thankful to have you by my side, shining your guidance on me. i hope you know, seonghwa, how much i love you.”

“i do, my love, i really do.”

seonghwa lifts himself up and leans over you, kissing you softly, slowly adding more fervour as he held on to you like you were his lifeline. the love you had for each other glowed through the crevices of your actions, silently telling the world how strong you were together.

after a few minutes which seemed to stretch out into a lifetime, seonghwa pulls away, helping you sit up so you both could catch your breaths.

your mind was racing, still not used to the affection seonghwa showered you with. “um, i think we should have digested our food before lying down.”

seonghwa heartily laughs at your random comment but immediately recovers and says to you seriously, “well, let’s do it now.” he gets up on his feet and holds out his hand to you.

you’re perplexed at what he has in mind but proceed to place your hand in his as he pulls you up. before you can register what he’s doing, he holds your hands up and places his free one around your waist, and starts swaying you both.

“seonghwa, wha-“

“shh.”

you go quiet and let him guide your movements. it seems like the music has gotten louder as you both keep moving, the moonlight shining a spotlight over your dancing figures. in this moment, it was only you and seonghwa, the moon and the star.

you become lost in the safety of his arms, falling into the world where only your love existed. you feel content, moving closer to seonghwa’s body. you look up at his face, admiring his sculptured features until you feel something wet land on your cheek.

seonghwa’s face falls and he stops your movements, placing a hand on his head. “right in the middle.”

“ah! mine too,” you exclaim, also placing a hand on your head.

the raindrops steadily fall down, warning that more would come so you and seonghwa wordlessly spring into action, collecting your belongings and packing everything up.

holding hands, you run to the parking lot, laughing at the absurdity of your reactions. once you reach the car, you place everything inside. as seonghwa closes the door to the boot and turns to go to the driver’s side, you grab his hand and pull him towards you.

“i wanna dance a bit more,” you plead, looking up at him with longing and a pout he could never resist.

he smiles gently. “of course, my love.”

you continue to bask in each other’s presence, moving to the rhythm of the rain, letting it wash away the worries of the world, calming your hearts.

the moon and the star embrace, covered by the rain, silently promising to love each other, always and forever.

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pairing: noah sebastian x f!reader

content warnings: MDNI, alcohol, exhibitionism (fingering in public setting), mentions of smoking (weed, folio mention‼️). if you believe i missed anything please let me know! i never want to make anyone uncomfortable :)

word count: 5.2k

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. While inspired by real individuals, the characters and events depicted are entirely fictional and should not be considered as factual representations of any real persons. This story is solely for entertainment purposes only and is not intended to be taken as truth or to cause any harm or offense.

A/N: first installment of a series i came up with in the shower lmao. i decided to create playlists for each chapter (that i spent longer than i'd like to admit on) so it'd be really cool if you checked them out for complete immersion :D

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▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။‌‌‌‌‌၊| Meet me where the lines blur together

Noah and I didn’t meet by complete chance. I currently worked as an assistant at Ephemera Records, an indie record label that mostly signed up and coming pop punk artists. Many of my closest friends were also in the entertainment industry, some working especially close to Bad Omens’ team. I never had the chance to meet them until my friend Ian's birthday party, taking place at Ernie’s, a local bar in town.

My best friend Tessa and I decided to get ready and pregame at my apartment. We tried on different outfits while throwing back a couple shots here and there. I finally landed on a skintight red velvet dress that reached my midthigh, fishnets, black crew socks, and my platform Docs. I added a chunky silver chain necklace that went a little past my collarbone, along with song rings to further complement my outfit. I decided on leaving my hair down and did my usual makeup, with the addition of smoking out the eyeliner a little bit more to fit the night-out theme, and finished up with some vanilla perfume. Tessa decided on a black two piece set consisting of a matching long sleeved crop top and mini skirt, sheer black tights, and some chunky knee high leather boots. She had added a large gold cross pendant, and put her hair in a neat bun and had her bangs frame her face.

The two of us looked at ourselves in the bathroom mirror, giving a once-over to both of our looks. Tessa fixed her bangs a little, while I fixed the most minor mistake of my eyeliner. While leaning over the counter to fix your makeup, Tessa asked,

“We should probably order the uber now, right?”

“Yeah definitely.” I responded, promptly setting the eyeliner down on the counter and grabbed my phone. I quickly opened the uber app and ordered the car, the driver having an ETA of about fifteen minutes. Tessa and I decided to take this time as an opportunity to take one final shot, both of us agreeing that it was cheaper than the drinks at the bar.

Right after we toasted and took our shots, Tessa’s phone began ringing. She promptly answered it and put it on speaker for me to hear, noticing it was Casey, Ian’s girlfriend, who organized the party.

“Hello?” Tessa slightly slurred into the receiver.

“Hey! Are you two almost on your way? Also.. are you two already drunk?”

I responded first, “I ordered the uber about ten minutes ago, should be here soon. As for being drunk, I have no comment.” Tessa and I tipsily giggled at my answer, practically hearing Casey roll her eyes on the other side of the line.

“Well at least you two ordered a ride. How much longer do you think you’ll be? Some people are already starting to show up.”

It was Tessa’s turn to respond, “Probably within thirty minutes, depending on traffic.”

As if right on time, my phone buzzed, alerting me the uber was there.”

“Oh shit, the uber got here early.” I rushed out. Tessa ended the call with Casey and grabbed her bag while I quickly grabbed my phone, keys, and wallet off the desk, shoving them into a purse that could barely contain all the items. We practically ran out of my apartment, almost tumbling down the stairs in the process to prevent the driver from waiting any longer. As we approached the car, the driver rolled down the window.

“Uber for Y/N?” the woman said.

“That’s me!” I responded politely, trying my best not to sound too inebriated. Unfortunately, my cover was blown when Tessa stumbled into the backseat, straight up telling the driver we had been drinking. Thankfully, the driver didn’t care as long as neither of us lost our stomach contents in her car, which we were both far from being in that state.

The driver let me choose the music, deciding to put on my ‘white girl mix’ playlist, consisting of various pop songs from the 2000-10s. During the drive, Tessa and I were singing along to the songs, the driver even joining in occasionally (who can’t resist some Britney?) We finally arrived at Ernie’s. I swiftly disconnected my phone from the speaker as Tessa and I made our way out of the car. We quickly then thanked the driver before she drove off and I made sure to give her an extra tip on the app before entering the bar. By the time I had arrived, the tipsiness had already turned into a slight buzz.

I’ve been to Ernie’s a few times before, usually just to get a couple drinks with friends and catch up, or an occasional date or two. It wasn’t a grungy bar in the slightest but still had a hometown edge that didn’t make it feel prestigious. Casey managed to book the whole bar for Ian’s party, decorating it with various blue and silver party streamers and latex balloons, with a banner of blue foil balloons spelling out “HAPPY BIRTHDAY IAN” over the back bar.

Tessa and I made our way to the group of people chatting at a table. Once Casey noticed us, she ran up to greet the two of us, quickly succeeded by Ian. As they were approaching, I drew my attention to Ian, almost yelling across the bar “Happy birthday!” while throwing my arms in the air, to which he smiled politely until he and Casey made their full way over. As Casey embraced me and Tessa, she stated

“Y/N! Tessa! We’re so glad you could make it!” followed by Ian,

“Yeah, I really appreciate it.” he said with a polite smile.

“Of course, I wouldn’t miss this for anything!” I quickly responded while giving Ian a small hug.

“Yeah we’re really excited, plus it gives us a good excuse to drink!” Tessa said, making everyone chuckle a bit.

“So, who all is coming?” I asked out of curiosity, but also some slight anxiety. It’s been quite a while since I had been out, let alone with so many people.

Ian answered, “Not many more people. I didn’t want anything too huge with random people. Just some close friends, work buddies, and some of their friends they wanted to invite along.” Which unknowingly to him, reassured me a little bit.

“Oh that’s good, I feel like that suits you more than a huge blowout,” I responded with a light slight smile, Ian and Casey nodding in agreement.

Tessa cut off the conversation, “I’m gonna go get a drink, do you guys want anything?” she asks while slowly inching her way to the bar.

“Sure, I’ll come with you.” I answered, following her lead.

“I think we’re good for now, we have drinks at the table. But I wanna do some birthday shots later.” Ian responded before he and Casey made their way back to the table.

Tessa and I overlooked the selections the bar had, both of us deciding to play it safe by ordering rum and cokes. Afterwards, we joined the group at the table and said I said my greetings to everyone, catching up with some people who I hadn’t seen in a bit. Over the course of the hour, more people arrived at the party, and I downed another drink in the meantime to combat the minor anxiety that started to settle in my stomach.

▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။‌‌‌‌‌၊| You’re the only thing that felt forever

About two hours after I arrived, I had noticed a group of men show up, but my slightly tipsy vision and low lights couldn’t quite make them out as they entered the bar. I took this as another opportunity to grab another drink, deciding to fill up on as much liquid courage as possible before having to converse with more people. As I approached the bar, the bartender greeted me,

“Back so soon?” he commented with a cheeky grin.

“I can’t be socializing with this many people around without having something in my system,” I stated while nodding my head towards the amount of people in the room as I took a seat on the barstool, earning a chuckle from the bartender.

“I completely get it. What will it be for you then?” he asked while flipping the towel in his hand over his shoulder. I took a beat to think before ordering,

“Hmm.. What about a daiquiri?”

“One daiquiri coming right up!”

“Make that two, please.” A gruff male voice exclaimed from beside me, placing his heavily inked hand on the bar as he sat down. I turned my head to see who was going to be keeping me company while the drinks were being made. His body slightly turned towards my own, his elbow on the bar with his opposite hand resting on his thigh. He had fluffy layered auburn hair cut just under his ears, with silky pieces framing his face, reminiscent of “prince charming hair.”

His eyes were almond shaped, his irises almost the same exact color of his pupils. He had a slender build with some prominent muscles on his upper arms and shoulders. Even while sitting down, I could tell he was much taller than average, he’d definitely loom over me even while wearing heels. From what I could see above his long sleeved black collared shirt, he had tattoos creeping up his neck. I wondered how much more of his body was marked, but before I could think much more he spoke again.

“Hi, I’m Noah.” he politely greeted me while reaching his hand out to invite me to shake it. I had noticed it trembled a little bit, but I wrote it off as some minor social anxiety.

“Y/N.” I responded politely with a smile, lightly taking his hand and shaking it. There was a stark difference in the temperature between the two of us, his hand becoming a miniature heater for my own during the brief contact.

“So, how do you know Ian?” he asks. Great, more small talk with a stranger.

“I actually met him through Casey a few years back. She and I met in a class back in college. Funnily enough, she made me approve of Ian before making their relationship official. How about you?”

“Wow, you were there from the start then,” he said with a light chuckle before continuing,

“Ian helped with some design choices for our brand about a year ago.” He finished with a gentle smile.

“Design choices for your brand, huh. What’s the brand for?” I questioned while raising an eyebrow, knowing Ian has done graphic design for a variety of brands and companies over the years.

“Well, the brand is the merch for my band.” He said matter of factly.

So he’s a musician? This didn’t surprise me too much, remembering how Ian talked about becoming an independent contractor for some bands a few months ago.

“Oh you’re in a band? Have you released anything I’ve heard?” I was so used to asking this question from work, the answer usually being no.

“Well our main ‘claim to fame,’” he started out, using air quotes, “is ‘Just Pretend,’ but we have some other pretty well-known songs out there.” He said with a small hint of pride in his tone, raising his eyebrow a bit, silently asking to see if I had known of it.

“Oh shit! That was you? Yeah, I've definitely heard it before.” I was genuinely a bit surprised. I was quite used to coming across artists just starting out, with not much, if any, work to their name.

“It’s a really good song,” I assured him with a small smile.

“Thanks, I appreciate it. We put a lot of effort into that song and the rest of the record.” I nodded at him in response as the bartender returned with our matching drinks.

After this exchange, something within Noah’s demeanor seemed to shift. It was hardly noticeable, but I caught onto the way his left knee began to bounce a little and how he was struggling to maintain eye contact with me. I figured he just became a little self-conscious of not being immediately recognized for the first time in years. We two sat in a borderline awkward silence while sipping from our drinks. Growing more uncomfortable as the silence wore on, I decided to be the one to break the ice this time.

“Sorry for not instantly recognizing you, it probably bruised your ego a bit, huh?” I jokingly nudged him. A small smile appeared on his face, but his nerves weren’t fully melting away just yet.

“I gotta admit, it hasn’t happened in a while, especially at things like these,” he gestured by nodding his head back to the room behind the two of us. Before I could form a response, he continued,

“Speaking of which, what do you do for work?”

“I work as an assistant to a manager at Ephemera Records. Hence why I’m so behind on other music. Just too focused on my own bands to pay attention to other labels’ artists.” I answered, slurping the last of my drink through the straw. He must’ve noticed the way my expression changed to disappointment as I looked at the bottom of the cup

“Could I get the next round?” his tone was laced with hope and uncertainty of whether or not I’d take him up on his offer.

I decided to accept it, who could resist a free drink?

“That’d be really nice, thank you.” I said appreciatively, giving him a small smile. I swore I could see his cheeks flush a bit, but I think it was just the odd blueish lighting from around us playing tricks on my eyes.

“Not a problem, what will it be then?” he said while turning his attention to the bartender, who swiftly made his way back over to the two of us.

“Your choice,” I quipped, unsure of what I was feeling up for since the daiquiri was starting to make its presence known. I slightly swayed in the barstool, making Noah laugh a little as he averted most of his attention to the bartender.

“Three tequila shots please, with some lime.” he politely asked the bartender, who quickly grabbed the glasses and limes.

“Three? Why three?” I asked, I was unsure on why he ordered an odd number.

“Well, I can tell you’re already getting a little tipsy, so I figured I should meet you at your level.” He said teasingly.

“Oh really?” I retorted back with a teasing tone.

The bartender set the shots and limes in front of us, the two us toasting to the first, which I promptly followed by biting down on the lime, while Noah threw back the second one, quickly stuffing the lime into his mouth to fight off the burning sensation in his throat.

▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။‌‌‌‌‌၊| I’m love sick, love sober

Although I was there for Ian, I noticed he was quite preoccupied with everyone hanging out around him, determined to party with the birthday boy whether it be drinking, dancing, or just catching up with him. I decided I’d get the chance to talk with him more later in the night when things settled down a bit. Noah and I continued talking, finding some comfort within our barseats. We found out we actually had a decent amount in common, but we also talked about some interests the other didn’t know much about. We both decided to have a couple more mixed drinks, in addition to him having two shots in his attempt to “catch up” to me.

Despite the alcohol starting to flood both of our systems, we still attentively listened to each other. However, at times, I noticed his eyes linger to my neck and collarbones when I was talking, but he quickly averted them back to your eyes when he felt I noticed his gaze. Whenever someone came up to greet me, I felt his eyes on me, probably thinking I wouldn’t notice his eyes on me.

I decided to grab the bartender’s attention for what felt like the twentieth time that night, but that was a great overestimate. I chose to get the next round for me and Noah.

“Could I- I mean we, get two shots of vodka please.” I politely slurred out, but not enough for him to cut me off. Despite managing to stay in my seat most of the night, I was a bit apprehensive of standing up if I were to have a couple more drinks anytime soon.

“Will that be all?” the bartender asks while grabbing the glasses and bottle.

“Nope!” I stated while enunciating the “P.”

“Wait, no chaser?” Noah said, his face expressing his perplexed amusement.

Instead of answering him, I continued talking to the bartender,

“You can also put both of those on my tab.”

“Doesn’t that cancel my round out?” Noah quipped.

“Dude, I’m just returning the favor.” I noticed how his expression shifted a little at my words. I assumed it was because of me insisting on paying for the drinks and totally not the expression I use solely towards my friends.

“Whatever you say, but I’m gonna keep insisting on fully paying for at least one of your drinks.” I rolled my eyes in response while the bartender set the shots down in front of us. I handed one of them to Noah, feeling his warm hand brush against my cold one. We both swallowed the liquid, mine going down without a hitch while Noah gaged at the taste.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” he jokingly spat, grimacing while holding his hand to his chest as if it’d help calm the burning sensation in his esophagus.

“Oh come on, it isn’t that bad.” I knew I wouldn’t agree with this statement if I was sober, but the sting of the alcohol wasn’t as prominent with the current state I was in.

“Right.. Well I’m gonna use the restroom, I’ll be right back.” He stated

“Sounds good,” I replied, deciding to make smalltalk with the bartender in the meantime during Noah’s absence. He slightly stumbled while getting up from the barstool, but quickly regained his composure, making me let out an amused giggle, Noah giving me a playful glare in response as he walked away.

▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။‌‌‌‌‌၊| I was free in the fall, now I’m lost in the moment

As Noah returned, one of my favorite songs, Take the World by She Wants Revenge started playing throughout the bar. I glanced over to where people were dancing, and figured I’d let out some extra energy. I quickly grabbed Noah’s warm hand to his surprise, forcing him to join me on the dance floor.

“Come on, let’s go dance.” I slurred out a little bit, Noah’s response was just a silent eye roll.

I stumbled a little while getting up from the barstool, Noah steadying with his hand on my lower back. I looked up at him with glazed over eyes, his own matching and thanked him, I fully realized how tall he actually was next to me. I noticed he was a bit apprehensive as I dragged him behind me to the dance floor, but I hoped it would wear off as the vodka made its way through his body. I immediately started moving to the beat of the song, forcing Noah to match my energy by proxy. It wasn’t anything too promiscuous at first, but as the song went on, his body slowly gravitated towards my own. I hadn’t even noticed until I felt his hand on my hip. I looked up and realized he had stilled a bit, as if wondering if that was the correct action to take. I reassured him by turning around to lightly grind my body against his, almost making his movements stop completely before leaning back into me. We kept this up for a couple songs, I guided his hand to explore my hips and belly, him slowly growing in confidence with his roaming. Noah began trailing his hand down towards my thighs, making a shiver run through my body, littering my skin with goosebumps. I looked around and realized there were a lot of people on the dance floor. I turned back around to face him again, he pulled his hand back and placed it onto my hip again, I detected his breathing became shallow. Before thinking, I grabbed his wrist and navigated his hand back down. We looked at each other in a way that asked the other if this is what we wanted. After we both nodded, he let me guide his hand down further, him slipping it underneath my velvet dress while his other had a tight grip on my hip.

His hand palmed over my core while kissing and softly biting at my neck, I gnawed at my lip in an attempt to not make a sound. Slowly, his fingers made their way into my fishnets and lace panties, his middle finger steadily brushing through my folds, him mentally noting how wet you already were. I let out a low whimper that only he could detect, making him bite my neck a little harsher in response. I breathed heavily with his face in the crook of my neck as he traced small circles around my clit. I did everything I could to drown out the small gasps and moans so as to not alert those around us of what was taking place near them. That idea in of itself made me more aroused than I’d care to admit. Little by little, his finger made its way near my entrance, teasing me before finally dipping his finger inside. My head fell against his chest to hide my sounds by muffling them against him as his fingers worked their way inside me. The sensation of this was all new to me. Sure, I’ve been fingered before, but the way his slender digits pumped in and out of me with his palm rubbing against my core, giving me the friction I craved. He was able to reach places I couldn’t on my own (or anyone else for that matter). He kept kissing and biting at my neck, nibbling on your earlobe at one point, drawing me closer to the edge. The moan I muffled against him made him speed up his pace, adding another digit in the process, his fingers repeatedly hitting the spot that had my whole body start to tingle. Everything about this moment was overstimulating; the bass from the music reverberating throughout my entire body, the low lights that swayed across Noah’s frame, his hot mouth on my neck, the risque setting, and the fact I hadn’t even kissed this man yet. I think that thought alone was what made me tip over the edge, as my walls clenched around his fingers while riding out my high on Noah’s hand, gripping the sleeve on his shoulder as a means to ground myself throughout it.

He lifted his head up from my neck while slowly removing his hand from underneath my dress so he didn’t accidentally pull it up in the process. I peered up at him while softly panting, his hazy half-lidded eyes meeting my own as he licked his fingers clean of my release while giving me a smirk in the process. The sight turned me on all over again. He bent down to whisper in my ear,

“Next time, I’d like to fully hear you.” he stated

I smirked up at him in agreement, thinking of what noises he could draw out of me with the rest of his body. Deciding to leave Noah wanting more, I glanced around and realized now would be the best time to hang out with Ian, noticing less people were crowding around him than earlier as most were on the dance floor. I gave Noah a quick peck on the cheek before making my way to the bathroom to freshen up. Looking back at him, I saw he stood still on the dancefloor, mouth agape with a slight smile and a baffled expression on his face.

▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။‌‌‌‌‌၊| I can breathe through the night, even when it is hopeless

I returned to the group from earlier with Ian, Casey, Tessa, and a few others you weren’t fully acquainted with. The drinks from earlier were still flowing through my system, but my time with Noah sobered me up quite a bit.

“So.. about those birthday shots?” I reminded the group, determined to take at least one birthday shot with Ian.

“Oh fuck yeah, I completely forgot.” Ian stated, getting up with Casey along with everyone else to make our way over to the bar. While getting up to join, a man I’d never seen before stood up with the group to join in on the shots, overhearing my question. Figuring if he was close enough to Ian to join in on the celebration, it was worth introducing myself to him,

“Hey! I don’t think we’ve met before, I’m Y/N.” I told him politely, offering my hand for him to shake.

“Oh I’m Nick, but most people call me Folio. It's great to meet you, I’ve heard a bit about you,” he slightly slurred out and instead of shaking my hand, he bowed down to kiss the top of it, making me giggle at the sight of his obviously inebriated state. I thought about his comment of him knowing about me, but decided not to press on it.

The group finally made its way to the bar as Folio and I continued to talk, asking if he was enjoying the party. He told me about how he managed to smoke a joint in the bar bathroom and staff almost catching him.

“Dude.. I was so close to getting caught, some guy came in almost screaming why it smelt like weed, but I just stood on the toilet so he didn’t see my feet.”

“You know you could’ve just gone outside, right?” I laughed out my response.

“Well, what’s the fun in that? I know I’m not the only person who did something they shouldn't have done in the bar.” He looked at me playfully.

Shit, did he see what I did with Noah? Does everyone know? Was I being louder despite my best efforts to stay quiet? Folio must’ve noticed the change in my expression as he leaned down to whisper to me,

“Dude don’t worry, Noah told me. I don’t think anybody else knows” he reassured me. Why the fuck did Noah tell him that? I assumed it was because of the drinks, maybe he becomes less filtered when intoxicated. Wait, how the hell does Folio know Noah?

“Oh! So you know Noah?” I asked, trying to keep my tone casual even though he knew about me and Noah’s dance floor incident.

Folio laughed loudly, a couple people in the group looking over with puzzled looks.

“Know him? He’s basically like a brother to me. I’m the drummer in Bad Omens.”

This made me realize I forgot to ask Noah about his band’s name earlier. I only knew of the one song he talked about, but not much else. We had spent most of our time together talking about non-work related topics.

I decided to be a bit playful, telling Folio,

“Drummer huh? So that’s why your arms are like that.” I stated while softly grasping his bicep, resulting in a slight blush from him. Wow, I was really putting myself out there. I’m usually quite confident but this whole night was a bit out of my bounds.

I made my way over to where Ian was talking to the bartender, Folio following behind. I offered to pay for the last shots of the night while closing out my tab. The bartender chuckled before saying

“Your tab has already been closed out.”

“What? I didn’t close it out. Do you have a receipt?” I thought there must have been a mixup. Maybe the bartender was thinking of another person’s tab? The bartender handed me the bar’s copy of the receipt, all the drinks I had ordered were on there. I looked back up at him puzzled.

“The guy you were sitting with earlier, Noah I think it was? He paid for yours and his before he left.” he clarified. Folio had an amused grin on his face while I glanced over the receipt again, seeing the total was over $75. I was completely taken aback, but chose to figure it out later.

“Well in that case, just start a new tab I guess, I’ll order shots for everyone.” I turned around to ask the group,

“Is everyone fine with vodka?” to which I mostly got acceptances, except Folio who shuddered at the idea.

“Okay well what do you want princess, I’m willing to take a special request.” I jokingly mocked him while nudging his side. He went on with it, batting his eyelashes,

“I’ll take whiskey on the rocks pretty please” his voice going up an octave, making me laugh.

“Dude, we’re doing shots, remember?”

“So?” he sassily responded.

“Whatever,” I said with an airy laugh and turned my attention back to the bartender,

“Shots for everyone and a whiskey on ice for the princess,” the nickname resulting in an amused look from the bartender.

As everyone was handed their shots, and Folio his whiskey, we gathered around Ian and on the count of three, downed the liquid. I wasn’t expecting Folio to join it, assuming he’d just sip on the whiskey, but he downed the whole thing with everyone else. Once swallowing, he stuck his tongue out of his mouth and shook his head like a wet dog to shake out the burn, exhaling a satisfied sigh which made everyone laugh at the sight.

The party was coming to a close. People got into their groups to home with as I continued talking with Folio. Two men joined in and I was introduced to the both of them, one by the name of Matt. The other had a more foreign name I couldn’t even attempt to pronounce, so he told me to just call him Jolly. I found out Jolly was the guitarist of the Bad Omens, Matt was their tour manager, and that their bassist, Nick, wasn't able to make it that night. A decent amount of people were leaving, the guys getting up to head out while Tessa found her way back over to me, giving me a playful look. Oh, did I have a story to tell her.

I said my goodbyes to the guys, wishing Ian a happy birthday one last time while saying bye to him and Casey. Tessa and I made our way out of the bar to wait for the uber to take you back to my apartment. The cool air felt good on my skin, not realizing how warm I was inside. Once the bar door shut behind the two of us, Tessa immediately began,

“So..” she said with an arched brow. “I saw you hanging out with that dude at the bar most of the night. How was that?” her tone dripping with curiosity.

“It was fine, his name is Noah by the way. He’s in a band, pretty cool dude.” I stated simply. I didn’t want to get into the details right then and there for anyone to possibly overhear. Before Tessa could question me any further, the uber arrived. As we got into the car, I decided to check my phone for any notifications I had possibly missed over the past few hours from being preoccupied with the party and Noah. Opening instagram, I noticed I had a message request. After clicking on it, I saw

MESSAGE REQUEST - BADOMENSOFFICIAL

I smiled to myself, knowing it was probably Noah. Suddenly, nerves started to eat away at me. What if he was upset for leaving him hanging earlier? What if he felt used? These thoughts were replaced when I remembered he paid for my tab after dancing with him. Maybe he was asking me to pay him back? I thought about leaving it until the next day, but curiosity got the better of me and I opened it.

“Told you I insisted on paying for at least one drink ;)”

My anxiety quickly subsided, replaced with butterflies I wasn't expecting, but welcomed them nonetheless. I typed out a reply,

“you really didn’t have to do that, could i please pay you back?”

I didn’t expect him to respond quickly, knowing it had been a bit since his initial message was sent. I was hoping I could leave it until the morning. To my surprise, he responded a few minutes later,

“I have a few ideas on how you could repay me.”

The message sent a wave of heat down to my core, wanting to giggle at how he was more confident over messaging. The memories of his nervousness throughout the night replayed,, in my head then to when he eventually became confident enough in himself to guide his hand down toward my thighs, making me shiver at the memory of his touch. I decided to respond and not check my phone again until the next morning, finishing with,

“i’m willing to take you up on the offer. sorry we didn’t get the chance to say bye before you left, i hope you’re having a good rest of your night :)”

While I felt confident throughout the whole night, typing out the message made me feel like a pile of bricks made their home in my stomach.

▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။‌‌‌‌‌၊| You make me feel homesick

» [HOMESICK] «

0:00 ──────〇 3:47

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A/N: sorry for being MIA the past couple weeks, i've been attempting at working on this as well as being a decent student and enjoying normal life stuff lol. this is my first time trying to write anything like this so i hope it wasn't terrible and thank you for reading :) <33

tag list: @xmads-omensx @alwaysfightforwhoyouare @lil-garbitch @fadingangelwisp @dontwantthemoney @heyyoplayer @death-ofpeace-ofmind @thatchickwiththecamera @shayeanna-ashlie @supersquirrel1996

#dark sun #blade dressed in red #noah sebastian #noah sebastian fanfiction #noah sebastian fic #noah sebastian x reader #noah sebastian smut #noah sebastian fluff #bad omens #bad omens cult #bad omens fanfiction #bad omens fic

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no1blacksapphirefan · 2 months ago

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Okay, I can't stop listening to Bad And Dark. How would self aware B.A.D 4 react?? (Platonic for Poison Mushroom ofc!!)

If I'm understanding this correctly, I assume you want HCs of what I think BAD4 would think of you listening to their music on replay? :3

If so, here you go :D

((Mini warning: I don't remember much from when the event released so I may get some details wrong...some characters might be OOC cuz of it...))

Choco Werehound Brute Let's go!! He's so happy to hear you listen to it on repeat, he had so much fun filming the music video and just hearing you listen and watch it on repeat, especially as you play the game. He's quick to tell the other members of the group, even if they found out already. He is so willing to preform it again for you through the screen, but the other cookies...they won't let him to his dismay.

Licorice Cookie It fills up his ego so quickly, he's very happy you like it. But it also gives him a sense of comfort, he's always wanted someone to truly care for him, and as far as he knows even in his own group not many cookies tend to like him. Even though it's small, and even though there were other members, hearing you listen to it on repeat, especially since he was the leader vocals, makes him truly feel content that someone, you truly care and love him.

Red Velvet Cookie Oh? Oh my god?? He's so surprised to hear the song he made with the others at first. It makes him embarrassed at first...especially when he hears it go on and on again. On repeat, he's flattered don't get me wrong, he loves the fact you like the song and is proud of it. And will show other cookies that he's just proud that you like it but...god, deep down he's a flustered mess.

Poison Mushroom Cookie Awee you made the kiddo so happy. They had tons of fun making the video with others and singing with them. And to know that someone like you enjoyed it to the point of listening to it on repeat? They want to give you so many shroomies as thanks <33 Ever since they "met" you they almost viewed you as their parent, wanting to make you proud and happy, they consider this a success, they'll happily dance along with you to their music

#✦ Zeros Self-Aware AU #choco werehound brute x reader #choco werehound brute x you #licorice x you #licorice x reader #red velvet x reader #red velvet x you

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simjakesgirl · 4 months ago

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suck my blood synopsis: you finally realize a big secret your new friend jake sim was hiding from you... warnings: suggestive content: minimal blood description, implied stalking, vampire themes, insomnia/nightmares. jake sucks readers blood. weird pedo flirts for like three seconds. loosely inspired by twilight! wc: 4.3k author's note: hiii this is my first story on here so i hope it's good heh. i love twilight and enha alr has a vampire theme to why not mesh the two duhhhhh. lmk if you guys enjoy!!! <3

you woke up in a cold sweat once again, hands clutching your quilted bedding before coming up to your head and rubbing your temples. everything felt so out of place. your white tank top felt embedded to your skin the way it wrapped around you, your hair felt heavy and matted from the tossing and turning you were doing, and your head just seemed to ache to no end. you redirected your focus to the glowing alarm clock resting on your nightstand and sighed, incredibly frustrated at the events of the night so far. it'd only been about three hours since you were last stirred out of your sleep. you swung your head back around, plopping against your mushy pillow before dragging your quilt right over your entire body.

it felt like you barely slept anymore. everyday was just the same repetitive cycle that you couldn't shake yourself out of. you woke up, brushed your teeth, washed your face, changed your clothes, made your way to school, made your way back home, did some chores, had dinner, and then ended up right there in your bed again to await your horrid dreams. the worst part was it felt like eyes were on you at all times. not a lot, just a singular pair of piercing eyes watching you no matter where you went.

eventually the morning came for you again, sunlight peeking through your thin window curtains and illuminating your room as if you lived in a big lightbulb. you groaned, trying to cover your eyes in any way possible before just succumbing to the day. turning your body over lazily, you checked the time.

7:00am

there was no time for you to even sleep in, you acknowledged as you pushed yourself out of your warm bed into the chill air, making your way to your bathroom. you stared at yourself in the medicine cabinet mirror hung above your sink and gasped, the lack of sleep was beginning to show in your face. your skin was pale and dry, under-eye bags so sunken in you felt like your eyes could fall back into your head, and your expression just looked sad and lifeless no matter how lively you attempted to be. unable to stare at yourself any longer, you decided to just get ready and hid how you felt under concealer and blush. at least in the end you looked somewhat put together and presentable. you put on a white knit sweater with a pair of loose baggy jeans and your old black converse before putting your hair in a half up half down do with a mini claw clip.

your parents had already left for work wouldn't be back until the late afternoon so it was your job to cook and at least keep the place a bit tidy. as you made your way down the staircase leading to the main floor of your house, you took note of all the areas in dire need of some cleaning after school and exhaled heavily. it would be a long afternoon you accepted as you grabbed your school bag, keys, and phone before rushing out the door.

in no way were you popular at school. you had some friends of course, but not enough to say you had a "big friend group" or anything like that. half of your friends were also just friends and not extremely close to you whatsoever and that didn't really bother you, but lately you felt compelled to be friends with this boy you'd never seen before at school. jake sim.

you had no idea why, but from the first time you locked eyes with him in the cafeteria, a sudden curiosity sprouted. maybe it was the way his dark colored eyes almost seemed black, or the way his dark hair fell perfectly. maybe it was the way his skin was so pale and delicate or the way he sat so off to the corner, uninterested and unbothered with everyone else's chatter. someone told you that he was always like that, cold and apathetic despite anyone's effort to be his friend. still, after that moment you'd just been seeing more and more of him. it was like when you google something and all of a sudden all your social media apps are showing that exact thing. he just seemed to be everywhere you were without fail. eventually, that led the two of you to talk to each other which people thought was impossible.

jake was sort of secretive, he seemed to always be calculating just when to stop giving details about whatever he spoke about. it confused you and even bugged you a bit, but you knew some people didn't enjoy speaking about their lives so you never bothered to ask him any further questions. other than that, he was sarcastic, considerate, overly attentive, and exceedingly interested about you.

"y/n," you heard someone call as you stuffed your things in your locker.

you pushed the door a bit, jake's face coming into view as you did so. he wore a plain look on his face with a tiny glint in his eyes as he braced himself against your neighboring locker.

"is something wrong?" you questioned, trying to read his face.

"no, but i was just wondering if you had plans later?"

the way he looked at you so intently made you feel like he could see into your soul or as if he could hear all the thoughts going through your head. you broke eye contact with him, thinking about the places you just talked about cleaning and wondered if they could go one more day in their filth.

"uh... no. i don't have any plans," you replied, looking at him once again.

"good. i thought maybe you could accompany me somewhere," he smiled. his teeth were an almost blinding, perfect pearly white.

you blinked a bit before shutting your locker, smirking a bit at him.

“jake, you can’t just say somewhere..” you pointed out, clutching your books tightly as you looked up at him through your eyelashes.

he bit the inside of his cheek to hold back what you assumed was a smile and folded his arms, the shirt he wore hugging his arms attractively.

“what? you don’t like surprises, y/n?” he teased, quirking a brow and letting a full smile creep onto his lips.

“i do,” you argued “but you’re always so secretive. at least tell me this.”

he stared at you intently for a few seconds, his smile dropping slowly into a relaxed expression.

“does that scare you?” he solicited, examining your face with squinted, dark eyes.

you were taken aback by the sudden seriousness in his tone and looked away for a second. he quickly moved his head, trying to meet your eyes again as you clutched your books tighter than before. for some reason the air began to feel heavy, jake felt impossibly close to you, and you just became especially nervous. the sudden mood change wasn’t an abnormal thing for him to do. he always seemed to shift between his emotions every once in a while as he spoke to you, but the way he asked you that question made you wonder if you were supposed to be afraid of him.

“hey,” he placed a hand against your shoulder, the pure chill bringing you out of your head, “come with me to town?”

you nodded your head, weakly smiling at him while he spent a few more seconds just staring at you. his expression seemed to be hiding something else underneath but just when you thought he would explain, he hesitantly turned around and began walking to his class. you felt vastly confused as you stared at him. it just felt so off when you spoke to him, he always looked like there was so much to say but then when you got to talking, he would suppress it all. part of you felt that it was unfair he knew so much about you and you so little about him. he heard about your home-life, favorite films/books, favorite foods, your hobbies, and so much more but you only knew that he was apparently adopted and that he has a few siblings in their twenties. it wasn't enough to build a friendship with and if that was where things were going, you were going to need to know more.

you slid out of your seat at the chime of the last bell. your psychology class was as boring as ever and sometimes you felt that it was the thing making you develop a mental disorder. as you gathered your things, you felt a small tap against your shoulder and instantly met the eyes of your teacher.

"y/n, i was wondering if you could make me about 80 copies of this sheet?" she requested with a pleading look in her eyes.

you took a brief look around, noticing that you were the only one left in the room and internally cursed yourself for taking your time. still, you nodded your head, taking the sheet from her and forcing a, hopefully, believable smile. she acted as if a weight was lifted off her chest as she made her way back to her seat and you out of the room. as you made your way to your locker, you noticed jake making his way out of the building, unbeknownst to your presence. you realized he never specified any time frame to you, but you assumed the trip was a later afternoon thing. he could definitely wait a bit for you to leave school you pronounced as you grabbed your bag and approached the busted old printer. it looked like it could've been purchased around the same time the school was built, but luckily it had a paper with clear directions on how to make copies pasted on its side. you inserted the paper your teacher gave you and repeatedly tapped the plus button until it got to the number 80 before pressing the enter key.

while you waited, you felt the eerie feeling of being watched again and rapidly turned around to meet nothing. you quickly shoved your things in your bag before slinging it on one shoulder and crossing your arms securely, growing impatient as the slow printer spat out one paper every 30 seconds or so. after what felt like forever, the papers were at last done printing. you swiftly grabbed the stack and hurried toward your teachers room, but as you turned the corner you were met with the eyes of one of the kids in your class. you gasped a bit and jolted back at the sudden contact, almost dropping the stack. you tried to get around him, but he blocked you every time with a playful grin plastered on his face.

"woah why are you in such a hurry?" he questioned smugly.

"just get out of my way," you dryly replied while attempting to get past him again.

"don't be like that, come on, you and i could go to my place. maybe i can help with your stress." he hovered, stretching his arm out to touch you.

you took a step back, bumping into something and, in an effort to keep your composure, dropping the whole stack of papers. you lifted your head to see jake behind you somehow, a strange, only slight hint of maroon in his eyes that you never saw before.

"are you that pathetic?" he berated, his eyebrows closely knit together and jaw clenched tightly.

the boy scoffed and raised his hands up, slowly turning around before mumbling something to himself as he walked away. you quickly knelt down, gathering the papers as quickly as you could just to get out of that situation.

"wait let me help," jake offered before kneeling down opposite to you, his voice was calmer but still held hints of anger.

as you tried to pick up as much paper as possible, you felt the painful pinch of a paper-cut and instantly yelped which caught jake's attention.

"what-" he didn't even look up at you before instantly cutting himself off.

you looked up to him, caught off guard by the way he seemed stiff. every muscle in his body looked to be entirely clenched. his veins popped right out of his pale skin, dark hair falling as a makeshift curtain and shaking just slightly to present to you that he was trembling. your eyes trailed down to his hand and you noticed he was completely crushing a copy of paper and suppressing any erratic movement. one of his hands came to his mouth to cover it like he smelled something utterly repulsive. you couldn't help but feel a bit self conscious as if you made him behave this way, but you were the only one around.

"jake?" you softly called, noticing how his eyelids shut tightly at the sound of your voice. "jake, what's wrong with you?"

he slowly dragged his head up to look at you and dropped his hand, your body jerking back when you met his gaze. he stared at you with bloody red eyes before catching a glimpse of your finger, now gushing a little from the lack of attention you showed it. immediately, he looked back down breathing heavily and shutting his eyes again. you were stuck frozen, unable to describe what you just saw exactly.

"y/n-," he spoke through gritted teeth. "please go home. i'll give these papers to your teacher just please go home."

your breathing picked up as he spoke, the strain in his voice was so raw and unexplainable it developed a pit in your stomach. compelled by his words, you picked yourself up without taking your eyes off of his figure and instantly ran away, looking back periodically to see if he was following. he wasn't. once you got out of the building, you jumped in your car and drove away with too many questions in your mind to count. worst of all, amidst all the questions the only conclusion was that jake was not a human and that scared you more than anything. it made you think about all the times you felt watched and all your nightmares of a figure coming for you. it could all be linked to him, he could be the producer of all your issues. the more you thought about it, the crazier it drove you and the harder you squeezed your steering wheel as some sort of brace. you felt as if your fingers were going to break off and only then did you remember about your cut, jake went haywire at the cut. your heart sank as you realized the possibilities and you felt like you were genuinely going insane. you turned on your radio, turning the volume up as loud as you could to just forget about it and pretend it never happened. it wasn't real. it couldn't be real.

once you got to your house, you closed yourself off in your room, sticking your headphones in and listening to whatever came up first in your playlist. you attempted to sing along to the lyrics in an effort to get your mind out of whatever state it was in, but nothing was helping. every lyric was somehow correlated to your current situation in your head and you didn't know how to make it stop. you didn't even feel like doing any housework in fear that you'd somehow end up chopping of your finger and cooking it in a soup or something. you sighed after a bit of time, ripping your earbuds out of your ears and opting to sit at the edge of your bed and stare out the window. the sky was already dark, but for some reason it felt like your day just began.

suddenly, a pair of bright white headlights shined through your window. you stood up, pushing your window curtains out of the way to get a proper view of the outside. a shiny black car was pulled into your driveway with just as black, probably not even legal, tints. you watched intently as the driver side door opened and jake climbed out, looking fresh as a daisy as if nothing happened earlier. you could even say he looked quenched. you gulped as you looked at him, conflicted about whether you should wait for him to knock on the door or just go greet him or just fake fall asleep and pretend he didn't exist. before you could even decide on an option, you found yourself moving down the staircase onto the main floor of your house and opening the door before he could even knock. you sucked a deep breath in as he stared at you, noticing how he seemed to loosen up once he saw your bandaged finger. you took note on how his eyes were suddenly the same dark color they always were and tried to remain calm to the entity in front of you. whoever he may be.

"i haven't been honest with you." he finally spoke, extending a hand to you.

you slowly looked from his hand to him before extending your own hand and taking his. whatever happened from here would be your fault as much as his.

"i'm willing to learn about whatever you're willing to tell me," you began, inhaling deeply before continuing, "so tell me it all, please."

he seemed shocked at your eagerness, but closed his eyes in agreement and acceptance before leading you to his car. he sat you down first before getting in the driver's side. you sat tensely against the seat and in a failed effort to hold back, turned to jake once he was situated.

"what are you?" you interrogated, squinting your eyes to try and find some sort of alien type of abnormality in him.

but there was nothing, he was perfect. he had perfect skin, hair, eyes, lips, teeth, body. everything about him was that of a human and a flawless one at that.

"what do you think i am?" he rebutted, beginning to drive away from your house.

you thought he was many things. a demon or possibly the devil, a werewolf, a vampire. something mythical. you stuck your hand out to touch his without warning, a chill creeping through your body is you did so. he was ice cold, the living dead.

"..a vampire." you subconsciously whispered under your breath.

he turned to look at your expression as you stared at nothing, feeling completely confused about everything all at once.

"are you scared?" he checked, gripping the wheel tightly with one hand as he rested the other against his leg.

"no," you admitted. "but earlier...would you have killed me if i didn't leave?"

he seemed taken aback by the question as he turned to you with widened eyes.

"i don't know. truthfully y/n you are different," he explained. "there's a whole different skill set that vampires have acquired, but with you it's like all of that goes away. i can't hear your thoughts and i can't manipulate your mind. when i'm with you, it's like i'm human, but today when you cut yourself, my senses craved blood like never before. my body almost went numb with desire to a point where i knew i couldn't hold back. usually when we're hungry, we just eat, but i feel such a strong sense to protect you, i can't even understand it."

you listened attentively, bewildered by how you could have such an impact on someone, let alone someone who wasn't even human. the way he spoke about his urge to protect was so foreign to you. no one ever presented that they needed you so much before. it was strange, but it peaked your curiosity.

"how'd you even get to me back at the printers," you probed. "i swore i saw you leaving."

he noticeably tensed up a bit at the memory of that moment, red pigment gradually building up in his eyes once again before he blinked it back. he inhaled deeply before beginning, a gesture that didn't really do good in helping to calm your senses.

"my feelings to protect you are extraordinarily strong, possibly right next to my urges to feed. sometimes to harness them.." he paused for a moment as if he was too afraid to continue, "i watch you."

you were stunned by the sudden confirmation.

"do you watch me all the time?" you wondered, thinking back to the moments you felt like you were going insane.

"basically, i guess." he established, "i've watched you go to school, study, cook. i've also watched you sleep but only to remind myself what it looks like. vampires don't sleep."

you felt as if you were falling deeper and deeper into a pit of understanding. what once was so blurry had become so clear in an instant, but you couldn't make yourself feel mad at him. you only felt an unusual sense of adoration and wether it was due to his honesty or vulnerability was unclear. you'd been waiting for this moment to finally understand jake and now that it was here, it was like you were meeting an entirely different person.

"jake, how long have you been alive?" you blurted, examining a face that looked not one day over 18.

"a long time." he responded, sending chills down your spine. "yet nothing like this has ever happened in that time. not until now."

you shifted in your seat, unsure how to feel about the whole ordeal. on one hand you felt special. someone who has lived through several lifetimes has never met anyone like you before. on the other hand you felt disoriented at the thought as to why you were all of a sudden apart of this whirlwind, you questioned whether it should be considered a blessing at all.

you recognized your rapid heartbeat at once, an incredibly stupid idea coming into your head. if you weren't so lost in the conversation you would've quickly snapped yourself out of whatever deranged headspace you tapped into. unfortunately, it was a little too late for that.

"if you were to drink my blood, what would happen?"

jake's breath got caught in his throat from your question and he locked eyes with you, an expression on his face looking like he wanted to ask if you went crazy. once he realized how serious you truly were, he looked back onto the road, biting his bottom lip.

"i probably wouldn't crave it so strongly anymore," he admitted lowly. "don't get any ideas."

it was too late for that. your arm instinctively went to the sleeve of your sweater, rolling it up.

"how can we be friends if you have a craving for my blood? anytime i get hurt i'll have to flee like a damsel in distress. i don't want to live that way." you argued, lifting your arm closer to him.

he pulled away, blinking to try and hold back any involuntary reactions. your pulse drummed a dull pattern right into his ear and he could practically smell the blood wafting off of your finger from under the flimsy bandage you had on. it smelled sweet and fresh like a candy rather than the bitter blood he'd been drinking before. your blood felt like a twizzler compared to normal black licorice.

"y/n, if i do this there's a chance i won't be able to stop." he confessed, breathing heavily.

you thought about it for a moment, letting your arm drop a bit before dragging it back up again.

"i know you'll be able to stop, but whatever happens would happen with time anyways, right?" you reassured, trying to hide your nervousness from him. "i don't want to stay away from you, jake."

he took a deep breath in before pulling to the corner of the dark road, not a single other car in sight. jake turned to you with a clenched jaw and you watched as he slowly relaxed. his eyes gently shifted from the dark brown to red, veins in his under-eyes going dark as his canines became increasingly sharp. it was quite scary to see the transformation but you remained calm as you watched, nearly fascinated by it all.

"are you sure you want me to do this?" he asked one last time, a tiny glint of humanity still left in his eyes.

"..yes." you answered, voice just above a whisper.

you watched the last flicker in his eyes fade away as he sunk his teeth into your arm. the harsh bite caused you to yelp in pain before you watched him devour your blood as if it was the best meal money could buy. you could practically feel it leaving your body as he fed on you, your arm looking just a bit paler than before. the pain became more intense as time went on and your face began to scrunch uncomfortably at the pressure in your arm. you attempted to pull yourself away, but he was far stronger than you and way too into the moment.

"jake-" you gasped, squeezing your eyes shut.

as soon as he heard your voice he pulled off, pushing your arm away from him and allowing his features to return to normalcy. you stared at your arm in shock first, ultimately feeling the rush of blood pumping back into your veins and turning to jake. his facial expression almost asked you if you were okay to which you nodded, exhaling heavily. time seemed to stand still in that very moment as the both of you stared at one another, your eyes carrying a conversation. though there's only so much eyes can say to each other, one thing was made crystal clear:

everything was about to change.

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mcytblraufest · 1 year ago

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MCYTBLR AU Fest: General Rules and FAQ

TIMELINE:

May 4: Discord opens at 0:00, Artist creation starts. May 30-31: Artists with a finished piece of Art can sign up, submitting their work for claims. May 31: Artist creation period ends at midnight. June 2-4: Writers can claim art and be assigned to Teams. June 6-7: Writers who wish to be assigned a Beta Reader can sign up (this is optional) June 9-10: Beta Writers can claim writers/art and be assigned to Teams June 29-30: Check-in #1 July 13-14: Check-in #2 July 26: Writer creation period ends at midnight. Unless you have an extension, you must be fully ready to post at this point. July 27: Posting period begins at 0:00 August 2: Extension period ends. Unless you are a pinch hitter, you must be fully ready to post at this point. August 9: Posting Period ends. All work must be completely posted by midnight.

ABOUT:

MCYTBLR AU Fest is a mini reverse-big-bang event where artists and writers work together in teams to make stories and art inspired by MCYT and set in an Alternate Universe.

EXPECTATION:

Artists must make a completed Art piece. Writers must deliver a story of at least 5k words, inspired by the art they signed up for. Dark or triggering topics or themes must be tagged for.

RULES:

You must be a member of the discord, for team matching.

Because of Tumblr, Ao3 and Discord TOS, you must be 13 to participate.

Respect your fellow participants, even when you disagree on fandom matters

You agree to work together with your teammate(s) to make a piece of art and a fic together, and link to each other's works.

All works must be MCYT-centric and set in an AU— no canon-compliance.

No AI-Generated content.

LINKS:

Discord: Here Ao3 Collection: Here

FAQ:

What is MCYTBLR AU Fest? MCYTBLR AU Fest is a reverse minibang-type event where writers and artists come together to create fanworks centred on MCYT and set in an alternate universe from canon.

How does it work? Artists will have a month to complete an art piece. After a month, once the art is complete, they will submit the art, with information about server, characters, relationships, and any warnings they are opting into, which will be posted anonymously for writers to view and claim, first-come-first-serve. Teams are assigned by mods, and then writers will have two months of creation time to make a pice inspired by the work (minimum 5k words).

What type of MCYT is included? We welcome creations based on any SMP, whether or not they have a canon tag on Ao3. Mianite, DSMP, QSMP, Hermitcraft, 3rd Life, Lifesteal, Witchcraft SMP— it’s all welcome.

Can I join if my Art is a Game/Web Weave? We welcome all types of art— web weave, game, traditional art, original songs, videos, etc. While the list is not exhaustive, we have outlined some of the baseline expectations for an art piece below.

What are the requirements for art? It is difficult to define precise expectations for art pieces, especially given the broad realm of things that could count as art. We are primarily looking for art that is complete to a level that you would normally post as "finished", ready to inspire a fic piece of 5k or more, containing an audio or visual component beyond the confines of the written word, that does not take more than an hour to consume. While you will have the opportunity to include your understanding of the world in things such as if the relationships depicted are romantic or not, the art piece must stand alone without explanatory text or extra worldbuilding.

The defined requirements for different forms of art are:

Digital or Traditional art: one piece, completed to whatever you would normally post as "finished", ready to inspire a fanfic.

Web Weaves: a web weave of at least ten elements, original or properly credited.

Video/animatic: a video at least 30 seconds long.

Other Art Form: other art forms such as fan games or original songs would fall under this category. If you wanted to sign up with an Other art form, you need to contact the mod team and work out what minimum expectations would be for your art.

Is shipping allowed? Yes. Because there is no broad fandom-wide consensus about how Creator boundaries are to be enforced in specific cases (whether it's okay to write beeduo as /r or /p is an obvious one, or whether it’s permitted to ship Joel Smallishbeans) or between specific fandoms (Lifesteal approach to shipping and boundaries is different from HBG is different from DSMP), the mods will not be policing any specific understanding of boundaries across the event. The event's motivating ethos is Don't Like Don't Read, in that artists will be able to specify for themselves if a given relationship is to be interpreted as romantic or platonic, and writers will choose to opt into that, and NSFW will have to be specifically opted into on both sides.

Is NSFW allowed? Yes. NSFW works are allowed, but must be opted into, both in terms of viewing art and in terms of creating fic. No one under 18 is permitted to opt into NSFW and attempts to do so will be grounds for a ban from this event and anywhere else the mod team touches. For the comfort of the greatest number of participants, and to conform with Tumblr TOS, anything with the tags Underage or Incest will not be permitted to be part of the event.

Are major archive warnings (noncon/graphic depictions of violence/MCD) allowed? Aside from the content rules governing NSFW (no underage or incest, for the comfort of the greatest number of participants), major archive warnings are allowed. Depictions of real life horrors such as genocide and slavery are not-uncommon motifs in MCYT fics, and the mod team is not interested in legislating which types of horrors, griefs or abuses are inherently worse than others and are therefore off-limits. Because holding writing to a quality standard or saying only survivors can write atrocities is unworkable from a moderation standpoint, the three mentioned major archive warnings (MCD, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Noncon), are permitted to be included.

However, Major Archive Warnings must be explicitly opted into by the artist, and writers are free to not include Major Archive Warnings that their artist has permitted. Delivering un-asked for major archive warnings is grounds for a ban from this event. The mod team reserves the right to warn other mod teams on both the MCYT and Multi-fandom side about your bad behaviour.

What kind of an information will I provide as an Artist? How long or detailed? Artists will be able to specify

the server their art takes place on

the characters in the work

whether the relationships in the work are romantic, platonic, or could be interpreted either way

if they are okay with NSFW work

what age group of people they are okay working with

the type of AU it is

any content warnings present in the work already (i.e. gore, eyestrain, child death)

if the work is nsfw

any major archive warnings they are okay with happening in the story

common fandom themes and/or triggering content that they are okay with happening in the story.

A DNW

What sort of fandom themes will I specify? While this will not be an exhaustive list of every possible triggering concept, the mods want artists to be able to specify if they are okay with dynamics that circulate in the fandom that may be triggering or people simply may have strong opinions on, and for writers to be able to sort by that. Some of the themes include domestic abuse, alcoholism, family dynamics, pregnancy, dubcon, torture, body horror, dehumanization, child death, non-consensual touching, drugging, etc.

What is a DNW?

Artists will have the opportunity to fill out a DNW, which stands for Do Not Want. This is anything that has the potential to ruin a fic for you, and is where you opt out of content that would trigger, squick, or just render the gift unreadable for you. DNWs must be phrased politely, (so no "No foster aus because they suck and you suck if you like them"), and they must be reasonable, (so no "no blood/injury" if the art depicted shows injury, and no attempting to box someone into a specific gift beyond what is depicted in the art, so no "dnw anything that isn't a modern au where scar is a theatre teacher and grian is a biology teacher and they live in a city named hermitopia and grian has a situationship with mumbo and scarian has a rivalry at a coffee shop for the half-price muffins and jellie has psychic powers she's manipulating the muffin market with" if that is not clear from the art), and they must be specific and clear, (so no “no triggering content"), but they can be as petty (disliking 1st person) or as broad-reaching (no modern aus, no specific ships not depicted, no crossovers with specific servers or fics) as you like. Deliberately breaking someone's DNW is grounds for a ban from the exchange.

Is Dark/Violent content allowed? As long as it is something that the artist has not opted out of, yes. For many of us, the source material that originally drew us to the fandom includes major character death, torture, murder-for-hire, death games, public executions, child death and more. The fanfiction that arose from the source material follows in that trend. We will allow dark content to be part of the event, but it must be tagged for.

We also ask that participants use best judgement in delivering commonly triggering topics un-asked for. We reserve the right to ban people at mod's discretion for delivering unrequested triggering content, under the "do not be an asshole" rule.

Moreover, if your fic is rated E for any reason, (including violence or gore) your entire team must be 18+.

How can I get involved? You can participate in this event as a:

Author

Artist

Pinch Hitter

Beta Reader

You can even sign up for multiple roles, as long as you’re very sure you can make your deadlines!

What is a Pinch Hitter? A pinch hitter is a person who saves the day and steps in when the original creator is unable to deliver their work for whatever reason, making a new work on an accelerated timeline. You must reach the minimum word count of 5k. .

When do I have to join the discord? You have the option to join the dicord and hang out as soon as creation starts on May 4, and if you are an artist, you must join before sign-ups close on May 31. If you are a writer, you must join the discord before claims begin on June 1st. If you are a Beta Reader, we'd ask that you join before claims begin on June 9th.

How does team assignment/claims work? We will release a document with all the art pieces linked in it, and 24 hours afterwards we will release a sign-up form. Writers will be expected to list out out a top-five of artists they want to work with, and mods will match writers with art on a first-come-first-served basis.

How does Beta Reader assignment work? Shortly after writer sign-ups end, writers who wish to sign up for Beta Readers will be able to do so. In a similar way to how writers claimed art, beta readers will be given a list of summaries and then, 24 hours later, will be able to submit a short list of fics they want to help work on. Beta readers will be assigned on a first-come, first-served basis.

What happens if there are more artists than authors, or more authors than artists? If there are more writers, some artists will be assigned multiple writers. If there are more artists, we will put in place a question where writers can specify that they’d be willing to make multiple pieces, and a (hopefully small) number of writers would be assigned multiple teams.

What if all the artists I list have already been assigned? If every artist you wish to opt into has already been assigned, mods will contact you and ask if you wish to be matched to people who have not yet been claimed. You will then be able to choose if you wish to claim other teams, or wait and hope that there will be more writers than artists, and multiple writers on a team will be opened up. If that happens, you can re-submit your list and be assigned as a writer to one of your original artists.

I’m in [insert time zone here]. What if I’m not awake when claims open? There will be a spot to input your time zone in the discord. Mods will try to open the claims at a time that works for as many writers as possible. The art pieces will also be available for 24 hours before claims so that everyone can view them and pick out the ones that are the most interesting to them. We will aim for claims to open between 7 a.m. and 1 a.m. for as many writers as possible across all time zones. If claims fall outside that zone for you, you’ll be able to contact a mod and we’ll work out an alternative method for claims for you.

I don’t know what time zone I’m in? Go to timeanddate.com and enter the nearest major city, and it will tell you your current time zone.

What’s a check-in and how do they work? Check-ins are there to make sure everyone is on track to finish their piece in time, and to communicate any issues with the mods! If you know that you won’t be able to check in on a specific date (lack of internet, etc), please contact the mods in advance.

How long should my fic be? The minimum word count is 5,000 words! There is no maximum word count, but we ask you to be mindful of how much you can actually create in these two months.

If I wrote a multi-chapter work, do I have to have it all posted by the end of Posting Period? You must post your work in its entirety by the end of the two-week posting period.

What does AU mean in this context? AU stands for Alternate Universe and in this case means anything that would make the work not able to be tagged as canon compliant. Alternate endings, role reversals, complete setting or plot swaps, and crossovers all count. As this is a fest specifically to celebrate AUs, we ask that the AU be a significant and celebrated part of the work, not something that could be skipped if you aren’t paying attention.

Can I create two fics for my artist? Absolutely! There is no maximum for number of fics you want to create, but again, be mindful of not biting off more than you can chew two months of creation time. Can I post just the first chapter of a longer fic/Can I use AI to help me with my piece? All fics must be complete (no missing chapters or truncated scenes) and created specifically for this event, inspired by the art claimed at the beginning of the creation period. Writers and Artists must create their work themself. Works may not be wholly or partially created by generative text or art programs (so-called "AI") such as chatGPT or OpenArt.ai. Works may not be wholly or partially duplicated from other works, and may not contain substantial repeated material included in an effort to boost word count (such as paragraphs or comics panels that are copied with minor variations).

Can I sign up with two pieces of art? You are welcome to sign up as part of the fest with multiple art pieces. However, if you do so, we will ask that you prioritize which art piece you want to be matched on first, and you will only receive a match to your secondary art piece after everyone else has an writer. We’re going to proritize every particpant getting a team before we prioritize every art piece getting a team.

Can I sign up with a multi-piece art piece? If you want to sign up with a web weave that features multiple panels, a long video, a long comic, a series of connected art pieces, a song cycle, or any other more complex/more ornate work, you are welcome to. We just ask that you make sure you can complete your art piece during the month of artist creation time, and keep in mind that if your piece is sufficiently complex, that might restrict the writers who are able to sign up for your piece. But if you think you can pull it off, then go for it.

Can I sign up with a writing buddy— as part of a collab team? You are welcome to sign up as a collaborative team, either an art team or a writing team! We ask that you make sure you work together well, and when you sign up for an team, you must declare that you’re a duo, so people know that they’ll be getting multiple team members and not one.

Can I submit an art piece that is part of a larger AU? All art pieces must stand alone, so you can't have it that your writer has to consider other art pieces to make a work. The art must also be made specifically for the event. We ask that you not submit an art piece that was made prior to the event, or one that is part of an au you've posted about so often that it will effectively de-anon you. Brainstorming or sketching early is fine.

Once my art piece is done, when can I post it? Art and fic should be posted together, during the Posting Period at the beginning of August. Once you have your art done, you'll have to hold onto it for another two months, while your writer is working.

What if I need to drop out? It is your responsibility to communicate with us if you need to drop out of the event for any reason, and we do need that communication. We know that life is no respecter of fic and art deadlines, so no hard feelings if something happens. However, we would hate for any artist to end up having no fic for their art, so please think about this if you are thinking of dropping out close to reveals. Dropping out after the last check-in without informing the mods will result in not being permitted to take part in further events run by this mod team.

I have a question not answered here? Send us an ask on tumblr, contact @antimony-medusa on tumblr or discord!

#mcytblrsource #dsmp #hermitcraft #traffic series #qsmp #reverse big bang #faq

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thewinter-eden · 6 months ago

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psycho | han jisung

Pairings: Han x OC, Minho x OC

Summary: Anna finds herself trapped in the captivity of a psychopath with numerous other prisoners. The other girls who have been there for a while have been starved and abused, and Anna is obviously headed for the same fate.

Han Jisung, one of the prisoners, a sweet and handsome boy, serves as caretaker for the girls after sessions of abuse. As he and Anna grow closer, struggling to find their way home, the truth about her captor and his plans unfold in the worst ways possible.

cross posted on AO3 under the_winter_eden and Wattpad under alone-at-last.

Genre: horror, thriller

Rating: mature, explicit

Status: ALL CHAPTERS POSTED (20 chapters)

Content warnings: explicit descriptions of violence/torture, mentions of sa, mentions of rape, hurt/comfort, heavy angst, lots of sadness, death, murder, mentions of suicide, starvation, fear, insecurities, hopelessness.

PLEASE READ INFO BELOW

Chapters

1 : hannie 2 : blood soaked cloth 3 : virtues and vices 4 : missing persons 5 : the first one 6 : the knife 7 : the new girl 8 : stay with me 9 : punished 10 : moments in the dark 11 : the pink door 12 : he already knew 13 : the society 14 : I already did 15 : i've got you 16 : here's looking at you 17 : master of levity 18 : never again 19 : all over soon 20 : nothing you can do

THE END

note :

I suck at summaries - they're my kryptonite.

characters :

disclaimer : age manipulation and ambiguity for sake of story.

[the man I'm a little bit afraid of] Bang Chan

??yo, captain of police

[the man I would work out with but never spot on bench press] Seo Changbin

??yo, police lieutenant

[this freaking muse of a man] Hwang Hyunjin

??yo, shop owner

[the other man I'm slightly afraid of] Kim Seungmin

22yo, police officer

[the guy who tricked me into SKZ cult] Lee Felix

??yo, shop owner

[this mini mafioso of a man] Yang Jeongin

??yo, prisoner of Cain (Han's little brother)

[the man who literally haunts my dreams] Han Jisung

22yo, prisoner of Cain

[the man who hurts my feelings regularly] Lee Minho

24yo, police officer

[fill in your own mental image, guys, idk] Anna Park

18yo, prisoner of Cain

[fill in a second mental image ig] Cass Young

20yo, prisoner of Cain

a/n :

don't come for me. I know this is dark but I had to motivate myself to write this story as a backstory for one of my other projects, so I had to transpose SKZ over it or I would never get it done. In ten years, if any of you see this plot in a sucky indie book on a random Goodwill bookshelf, no you didn't.

a/n 2 :

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Or something like that.

so...I don't actually know SKZ? [If I personally knew Han and Lee Know well enough to accurately represent them in a story like this I would—] so, yeah, anyways those guys are real people who do great things in the entertainment industry and the characters named after them in this story are fake people. Hope that clears things up.

tag list: (Comment a request to be added or removed)

@kayleefriedchicken @eastjonowhere @mysterysold @velvetmoonlght

#skz #skz x oc #lee know x oc #Han x oc #han jisung #han jisung x oc #horror #fanfic #writing #ao3 #angst #romance #suspense #thriller #stray kids

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sashi-ya · 2 years ago

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東京 NIGHTS mini event

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑳𝑰𝑽𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑰𝑴𝑨𝑮𝑬ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𓂃 ࣪˖ toji fushiguro x f! reader

⤹˚ synopsis. a miserable Toji founds the living image of his death wife in you, a sex worker at Kabukicho.

requested by: Anonymous ➡ omg i've been waiting for you to write for jjk!!! please Sashi, can you write an nsfw toji x f! reader with the prompt The red lights of Kabukichō. tw: MNDI. dark! content. reader is a sex worker from the kabukicho red district. toji has no respect for you. oral, rough, spanking, slapping, unprotected sex, cream pie implied, you look like Megumi's mom. first time I write for Toji pls be soft on me. wc: 2k masterlist

A lucky round, for the very first time at Pachinko. Fushiguro Toji feels pleased; he lies on the backrest of his seat, right in front of an old machine and next to many other people desperately trying to win something. The more desperate they get, the more they lose.

Poker, Mahjong, horse races. money, lose the money. lose your life, lose the time until it is over.

“It looks like you have a lot of luck tonight, mister” a woman whose face he simply ignores, paws his wide frame.

“Get off, bitch” he mutters, scaring her away with his sharp -but really tired- eyes.

The lady walks away, spitting expletives that Toji couldn’t hear -nor cared to do so-. However, consequences were about to hit him.

Two guys, or maybe gorillas, appeared right behind his seat. “Sir, I must ask you to leave” one of them says, trying to snatch him from behind, passing one of the arms around his neck.

Unfortunately for them, as well as for Toji, the strength and speed of his Zen’in body allows him to not only avoid the attack but also smash the head of the aforementioned gorilla against the Pachinko machine.

“Fuck you” he grunts, knowing too damn well the aggression didn’t come because of him disrespecting a lady but rather because his “luck” wasn’t welcomed into their business.

Honestly, given the right moment, Toji would have killed them both in no time… but tonight was different; some years -he doesn’t even remember how many- have passed and today marked the anniversary of his wife passing.

Toji stole a bun from the guy that was sitting by his side and walked away from the Pachinko parlor before the astonished looks of the people there. Nobody dared to follow him, they knew death would find them if they dared to mess a single second more with that man.

His steel blue eyes shine red as the lights of Kabukichō receive him in their sensual embrace. The attractive concupiscence of beautiful women dancing on windows catches his attention, but no woman is enough to make him feel any type of pleasure.

He is well aware of the many scams there, but he is sure nobody could scam him more than he could scam them.

Many women and men come closer, wearing revealing suggesting outfits; they touch him, they call him inside their “shops”. Yet, Toji still walks unaware, as if possessed. Some even offer him their services for free, his handsomeness is undeniable; his strong physique, delicious and tempting.

“Sir, sir!” you call him, tapping insistently on his wide shoulder. “SIR!” you repeat, as he seems not to hear anything around.

Toji turns around, all of a sudden, grabbing your hand to stop poking him. “What the fuck do you want, I don’t wanna fuck you… you…” he angrily barks, stopping immediately after watching your face.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t trying to… your… your wallet just fell from your pants” you tell him, scared and feeling the tight grip intensify around your wrist.

His eyes burn holes into yours, his expression turns troubled, darker. He is not blinking, and perhaps even not breathing.

“Do you work here?” he asks. “It’s my first night… I was promoting that- bar” you point out to the entrance of a quite ratchet facility of red and pink lights and semi naked woman pictures on their walls. “I… your wallet” you murmur, showing him the black ragged leathery pouch that feels light and empty.

He lets your arm go and takes the wallet with absolutely no interest. His eyes, however, never let go of your face… you must be an interest to him?

“You… what’s your surname?” he asks, as if he was waiting to hear something revealing.

You frown; why would a complete stranger ask for your surname? Men in here only want one thing, and to them what’s your name is totally irrelevant for that purpose.

“It’s (Surname)” you tell him, either way. You had nothing to lose, after all.

He seems relieved but also a little disappointed. Truth is, that you look incredibly similar to his late wife… “Come here, I want you” he simply states, pulling from your hand to the inside of your work place.

You follow him with no time to say no… you wouldn’t say no anyway.

There is not much your boss can do either; he is in fact pleased to know that right after he hired you, you have already given him a client.

You open the door to the “rooms”. Precarious looking places that no man cares about as they only care the true purpose of his visit.

Once inside one of them, you close the door, and the red lights bathe both of your bodies as if it was a blood bath.

“Sir, which service would yo-“ you ask, but you are immediately silenced by his hand on your mouth. He pushes you to a round bed, making your back hit violently the mattress. You blink twice before he could pounce into you.

Toji is big enough to smash you with his body, and you honestly would love to die underneath his prominent chest tonight.

“I don’t care about the services you give, spread those legs” he orders, slapping the inner side of your knees.

You let your legs open wide, falling to each side. The short skirt you were wearing invites him to taste you; the buffed man with a scar on his lip sees everything you have to offer.

He smirks, so dark. And then, takes his black shirt off. His body is by far better than what you thought that tight shirt had already revealed to you. Each muscle perfectly showing like it’s been sculpted on his skin. The wide shoulders and prominent collarbones and pecs… he is the total embodiment of carnal desire.

Toji’s brute hands rip your almost transparent thong now; the elastic band snapping on your hipbone makes you squirm owning yourself to get his hand around your neck. “Stay still, bitch. You will have enough time to squirm around once I fuck you”

Your insides tremble, your core tenses. Such a disrespect makes you hornier instead of mad.

“Y-yes…” you stutter, finishing your words with a loud moan as his fingers penetrate you. Your back arches, and the more it does, the more he squeezes your neck.

With lack of air and probably blue lips, your eyes turn white from pleasure. Your legs tend to close but you can’t as Toji prevents them to shutting.

“Hold on there, don’t close them. I need to prep you, you are too tight to me” he spits, reaching deeper with curled beckoning fingers hitting your top wall. You clench to the sheets, coffing and trying to grasp for some air… this man will kill you, and you will be smiling at him.

He takes his fingers out of you, giving you some seconds to rest. You watch your own arousal dripping down his hand and forearm. Toji sticks his tongue out in a disgusting, yet absolutely sexy way, and licks your salty products right from there.

“Not as good as my wife, but still good” he murmurs, leaving you startled… he has a wife?

Well, not exactly.

He turns you around from your right ankle, this man’s strength surpasses any limits. Your face hit the mattress, leaving you a little bit dizzy from the fall. Immediately after you could react, you feel two big hands lifting your ass from under your lower belly.

Knees carved on the bed, and also head as one of his heavy hands pass from your waist to your nape.

You sense two fingers spreading your folds, and the wet tongue of him licking from your clit to your ass. He has absolutely no decorum to do it, he does it so disgustingly lustful. Toji’s nose buries in your perineum as he sometimes focuses on your throbbing clit, sucking hard until your inner thighs begin to spasm and tremble.

Some spanks are added, that leave your cheeks burning. He goes even down, hitting the back of your thighs, a place that hurts but makes it even better. You are sure by now you must have created a pool of your fluids underneath you, and if not… well, you are most likely about to.

“Ehj… so wet…” he pants once he stops eating you out.

With difficulty you see him through the mirrored walls cleaning his mouth with the back of his forearm. Slanted eyes peek through black strands of hair, they meet yours and It’s both scary and hot.

Toji smirks, so devilishly and turns you once again around from your leg. You are like a mere doll to him.

He buries his fingers in your cheeks, making your lips pout and your eyes widen. You are still panting, so your breathing sounds loudly in between your fingers and a drop of saliva pools right in the middle of your lower lip.

That man has the look of a murderer, of a devil. With just one hand he gets rid of his grey pants along with his underwear. Your eyes confirm why he mentioned the need of you getting “prepped” as he exhibits his hard sex.

Purplish tip, veiny. It is not gigantic, but still constitutes a challenge for anyone to be able to take it. He is not going slow, nor carefully… and you know that for sure.

“I’m going raw, hope you are ready to become a single mother” he lets you know, as if you didn’t know already. You limit yourself to nod. You are honestly more worried for the integrity of your insides than that.

Toji kneels on the bed, sitting on top of his heels. He grabs you by your hips, pulling you over his lap to get your sex closer to his. A sex that with the simple touch of his warm precum covered tip makes your already overstimulated you to shiver.

His fist, also veiny, clench around his shaft. Toji pumps up and down two or three times and then plays with your wetting mess and his, giving you little slaps with his tip.

Strings of transparent lubrication mix; your neediness is that big you squeeze one of your breasts… it seems eternal, the wait, the desire…

The penetration. “Ngh…”

You arch your back while Toji penetrates you deeper and mercilessly, there is no escape as he has you trapped by the sides of your hips. Your toes curl, feeling the stretching of your cunt, and swearing his tip has probably reached a place nobody has ever reached inside you.

He begins fucking you, without moving a single muscle but his muscular arms. He is using you as a fleshlight, and his eyes are fixed in your beautiful pleasure façade.

“Keep moaning that way, you are almost identical” he grunts, moving you in and out faster and harder.

You aren’t very sure to who you are almost identical, but your brain has become nothing but a mere dumb slave of that lustful sexual torture.

He lifts from his heels, along with you. Your face and barely any of your nape remain on the mattress. To him moving your body, he adds his own hip thrusts. The sound of your skin slapping is almost as loud as your whining.

His forearm is the only thing holding you up by the small of your back, while his free hand now rips your little shirt open. Your breasts bounce in pure freedom, calling him to bite them so brutally. And so, he bends over to reach for your hard nipples.

Toji’s eyes never leave your façade, he seems possessed as he enjoys and also suffers.

“Fuck you bitch, how come you are that similar to her… you do the same fucking face” he spits, slapping your face and then burying his index and middle finger inside your mouth.

You choke but suck desperately. Your moans get muffled by his salty fingers; your sex has already undergone the stage of climax more than twice.

He can go for hours, pumping deep in you, biting your breasts, slapping you… and he does, until your conscious begins to fade, and he wishes to fill you up.

“Hold my cum inside, maybe I can give the fucking clan another kid” “Sir…? Which clan?”

I only touched her; I only fucked her because she looked just like you… I miss you, I miss you, I miss you so much...

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bullet-prooflove · 10 months ago

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Ooo can I please request Bode x fem!reader with the prompt “Love you to the moon and to Saturn”?

I love this man more the words can say!💜💜💜

Tagging: @kmc1989 @cosmic-psychickitty @dizzybee03 @yousigned-upforthis @mini-bee-bee

Companion piece to:

Remedial - You discover what’s been going on with Bode.

The God Damn World - Bode wishes he could give you the god damn world.

One Kiss For The Road - Bode gives you one last kiss for the road.

Two Weeks - There’s just two more weeks until Bode’s parole.

Fern - Bode struggles to adjust to life after incaraceration.

Something Else (NSFW) - Bode finds something he loves about life after incaraceration.

It’s past curfew and the ankle monitor attached to Bode’s leg lets out a warning beep to let him know he’s gone a step to far as he stands in the darkness of the field behind your home.

“Here.” He says as he sets down the picnic blanket, smoothing it out across the damp grass with his large hands.

The two of you have been testing the boundaries of his ankle monitor lately, trying to work out what wiggle room he has after curfew so you don’t accidently overstep the bounds.

“This is perfect.” You say as you sit down on the blanket and Bode takes up residence behind you, his chest coming to rest against your back, his thighs bracketing yours, his arms wrapped around you. You laugh as his lips chase up the side of curve of your throat, brushing over that ticklish spot.

“I love the fact you’re such a nerd.” He murmurs into your ear.

There’s a meteor shower tonight, you haven’t stopped talking about it in days. It makes Bode happy to see you so excited about something, your energy, it’s infectious and he finds himself looking forward to the event.

It’s his first one since prison, his first one with you and he can’t describe how truly meaningful that is to him, that he gets to share something so special with the woman he cares about most in the world.

“I love you.” He whispers, burying his face into the curve of your throat. “To the moon and to Saturn.”

And you smile as you tuck yourself even tighter against him and say.

“Look whose the nerd now.”

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bakugoushotwife · 2 years ago

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kinktober day fourteen: degradation kink

>>> so clearly i have a lot of issues...y'all gonna hate me for this one i can just feel it in my bones but guess what....i do not care! toji is degradation need i say more?

>>> starring toji fushiguro x curvy!fem!reader >>> cw: dilf!toji, age gap, college aged reader, mafia themes, dad's best friend toji, degradation duh, no prep, exhibitionism, breeding, a daddy theme? you don’t ever call him that it’s just. yes. dark content maybe? just in case. creampie, pet names. >>> wc: 3.6k >>> event masterlist

it was risky, you know, and most certainly wrong. you should be disgusted. he’s been married—lost his wife, has a young kid, all things much more adult than you’ve ever had to deal with in your college-aged life. he’s a horrible man, though you suppose your father isn’t much better since they work so closely together, not that you’re supposed to know anything about the work they do. all you know is they make way too much money and carry way too many guns for their jobs to unrelated to the mafia crime wars making the news. you should be disgusted and scared, yet here you stand, in front of your mirror trying to find the best outfit to wear downstairs to greet your dad’s sexy colleague.

you were only in town for so long since you were just visiting your family for summer break, so you had limited time to try and lure him into making a move. so you settle for a black bra that enhances your bust, covered only with a black glitter mesh long sleeve and a matching leather mini that clings to your ass. it was definitely a heels kind of night, and the pretty black louboutins you slid into elongate your legs perfectly. after some hair and makeup, you sling your purse over your shoulder and only make your way down the stairs when you can hear his deep voice speaking with your father.

you stride past the office, knowing your dad would stop you. your heels click against the mahogany and as if on cue, your father belts your name. you grin to yourself, everything was going according to plan. you turn, clicking back to lean into the room.

“yes, daddy?” you hum, batting your eyes so innocently when you were the picture of anything but. it makes a vein in your father’s forehead jump, but alas, you’re a grown woman who makes her own decisions. just rest assured the weight of god would come down on whoever wronged his baby girl.

“where’s my princess going?” he coos, giving an apologetic glance to his coworker. luckily, he feels his eyes and meets them, giving him a nod of forgiveness.

“oh, just going out with some of my girls! becky just got out of a relationship–she needs the club!” you titter adorably, feeling his eyes bore into you. you give him a sickeningly sweet smile, “hi mister fushiguro!”

the scarred corner of his lip creeps into a grin, a finger salute serving as his greeting only because he didn’t trust his mouth to keep his thoughts at bay. you’re sexy as fuck, and totally off limits. it only makes him want you worse, though it doesn’t help you’re the hottest bitch he’s ever seen.

“do be careful, princess.” he smiles, clueless to how his friend eyes you up.

“course daddy. can i take your black card?” you pout so endearingly, toji would give you all the money in his wallet if you asked. your father hums approvingly and fishes it out of his wallet, holding it up in the air for you to retrieve. your heels click and your hips swing as you make your way over, displaying your delicious figure perfectly. toji thinks it’s a miracle your father hasn’t had to kill anyone over you yet. you lean over the desk and take the card with perfectly manicured fingers. he watches it all, already planning how the rest of this night would go once you left.

“be careful.” your father reiterates, and you roll your eyes and kiss his cheek.

“don’t worry–my guys can handle anyone who gets outta line–satoru and suguru would never let anything happen to me.” you swear, batting those long lashes again. your father seems comforted by this, but toji is only aggravated to learn you have male friends. they no doubt wanted to fuck you and were only biding their time just as he was. “bye daddy, see you later mister fushiguro!”

and just like that, your red bottoms carried you away with obnoxious clicks telling him just how far from him you were. your father sighs heavily.

“what a handful that girl is.” he says affectionately, shaking his head as they get back on task, your father giving toji a rival kill for the night. he grins at the file, knowing he’d be able to wrap that up rather quickly and then get to the real target.

you’re haunted by how effortlessly good he looked, and how unable you are to do anything about it on the way to the club, only wallowing in your desperation for a man way older than you. he was just so big, tall and broad and had to be even stronger than he looked. you knew he was experienced and rough, he would definitely be able to take care of you, if only you could work up the nerve to actually hit on him instead of these passive aggressive attempts at drawing him to you. it clearly wasn’t doing the trick, even if you could tell he wanted you. you’re so lost in your own head that the driver has to get your attention multiple times before you realize that you’re outside the building. you step out and shimmy your skirt down a bit further.

the sound of your friends squealing as they wait for you draws you right to them, painting a smile on your face to celebrate you friend’s breakup—shoving hopes of toji fushiguro finding you at the club tonight to the back of your head. the scene is nothing special, just like every other clubbing spot in every city in the world. it’s all neon lights and smoky clouds of tobacco and marajuana both, the smell of liquor and vomit mingling together to make your nose scrunch and sting as you enter the dingy dance floor alongside your closest girls—and the bodyguard boys trailing behind you. your group makes their way to the bar immediately, fruity mixed drinks and beers being handed out for the first of many times tonight. you can feel the buzz of excitement in the air even though you were feeling let down, perhaps that was because of the group of fellow college-aged boys eyeing you and your friends down from the dj booth. you play your little games with the man staring at you longingly, downing the rest of your liquid courage to go ask him to dance.

his hands were clammy, but at least he smelled good—like too much cologne and the gum in his mouth, his body pressed up against yours as you two sway to some electro-funk beat meaninglessly. You can feel his sweaty hands trail along your waist and hips, even lowering to your thighs and inching his fingers up the already short leather skirt, and your nose scrunches up in distaste. it was better than wondering about your father’s right hand man though, so you settle for it. you tell yourself that if you think hard enough, you can picture him instead. it doesn’t take as much effort as you thought. the clammy hands of the college boy disappear to be replaced by the coarser broader hands of an older man, the heavy cologne replaced by a natural musk with hints of a beach bonfire mingled in. his hands would move along your body expertly, he would know the ins and outs of the female anatomy–surely able to please you in all facets. you can just imagine his smirking face as he leans down over your shoulder to whisper something raunchy in your ear, something about how he’s been waiting to make you his since the minute he saw you.

which is almost exactly what happens, except the man you’re daydreaming of stands in front of you looking real amused, seething almost. “princess,” he snarls, the bass in his voice alone enough to shock away the little boy grinding into your ass. “here i was thinkin’ ya got all dressed up f’r me.”

the red and green strobe lights of the club dance off his sharp features, highlighting the jealousy and intrigue swimming in his eyes. there was a splatter of blood on his cheek, but otherwise he looked as gorgeous as he normally did. his black t-shirt looked nearly spray-painted on the way it was highlighting every ridge and muscle in his chest and torso, and his usual pants clung to the taut muscle of his broad thighs.

“i did, but you shrivel up in front of my daddy.” you tease, unsure of where your courage to poke at the dangerous and large man came from. “now you wanna come here and scare off the ones bold enough to dance with me?”

you’re evil, you’re sick in the head, but you smirk like you knew he would fall into the trap easily. and he does. he grabs your wrist and spins you around, and you feel the warmth of his fingertips digging into your hip. another one of the college boys watches with contempt, nursing a bloody nose you imagine he earned with some slick comment— that explains the fresh blood on toji’s face. he presses up against you, dropping your wrist in favor of a hold on your throat, not too good to manhandle you in public. what’s someone gonna do? intervene? call the cops? that makes him laugh. the grip on your throat is surprisingly light, though the threat of something more punishing looms large. you feel his chest rumble against your back— he was laughing at your tense form, the beat of some rap song thumping in your ears now.

“yeah, that’s exactly what i did.” he snarls in your ear, his hold on your throat keeping your back to his chiseled chest, not that you wanted to get away anyhow. “shrivel up,” he chortles at your dig, replaying your little tantrum. “y’know the only reason i can’t manhandle ya in front of your pops is ‘cuz he’d get so stupid i’d have to kill him. want that, sweetheart?”

you’re embarrassed you have to keep yourself from nodding—wagering your father’s life just to have his colleague the way you wanted, how shameful. he spits these pet names like they’re insults, like he knows what you really are. a little whine of desperation leaves your throat and you press your ass back against him, collecting your thoughts to find something to say to drive him wild. “do whatever you gotta do, i’m familiar with the business—just want you real bad, mister fushiguro.”

it works, everything you do puts him deeper under your spell, gritting his teeth in frustration as he falls for you. it’s more embarrassing for him than it is for you, really. he’s a grown man enchanted by the supple body and soul of a woman a fraction of his age. but he can’t stop himself from tailing you on your outings, telling himself that your dad pays him a pretty penny to keep you out of harm’s way, and that’s all he does. but he goes above and beyond, especially on nights like these when some little boys are feeling a little too bold for his liking. so of course he followed you here, and of course he broke that scrub’s nose who said something about your ass, and of course, it was just a matter of time. until he just couldn’t lie to himself any longer about what he wanted. until you pushed him over the edge and he couldn’t hold himself back anymore.

“oh yeah?” he hums, brow arching up as his hands slide down your hips, playing with the hem of your skirt. “you really that big a slut for me? you’d let me kill your precious daddy?” he chuckles, pressing a wet kiss under your ear. he radiated warmth and possessiveness and his fingertips dug into the skin of your thighs. you don’t know if it’s the alcohol or his words but you’re buzzing. you can feel his handprints practically searing into your flesh, the two of you barely moving to the beat that drowns out all other noise.

he slaps your ass. “asked you a question.” his gravelly voice rasps in your ear, the scraping of his teeth against your flesh comes next instead of a sweet kiss. you whimper out a bit and nod, feeling the heat course around your body in a mixture of embarrassment and deep arousal. he was right—you were a massive slut, dedicating your entire summer break to getting his attention in hopes he would touch you like he is right now.

“can’t hear ya–might be th’ music?” he taunts, sliding his other hand away from your neck and over your voluptuous chest. he grunts impatiently as he feels the dips of your body and that coarse sheer top beneath his fingertips, waiting for you to obey.

“yes—i’m’a slut, mister fushiguro.” you hiccup from the vodka running through your veins and the embarrassment stinging at your eyes. his chuckle rumbles through his chest again, though not in the way it did earlier. he spins you around to face him, pinching your chin in between his forefinger and thumb.

“call me toji, dollface.” he smirks as you nod sheepishly, suddenly shy now that you were getting your way. he was even scarier up close, beautiful features twisted and darkened to reveal his sinister nature. but you find a way to get lost in hooded eyes of green reflecting the crazy flashing lights as he looks past you, trying to find somewhere to take you. he locates a bathroom, dragging you behind him with another commanding grip on your wrist. he has the decency to pull you inside the women’s stalls at least, reserving the biggest one for your activities. he would just fuck you out in the open to really show you how crazy you make him, but he can’t risk making that big a scene—and he’d probably have a few more bodies to bury if anyone looked at you the wrong way.

you stand in the middle of the stall, watching him secure the lock and turn to you, chuckling at your waiting expression. you were nervous, wanting to impress but not sure where to start despite the hot need snowballing in your center the longer you stand there and look at him. he tilts his head up and you walk towards him, his smirk spreads.

“you’re an obedient lil pup for such a spoiled bitch.” he chuckled, shoving his beefy hands under your top and pushing it and your bra up over your chest. you swear you can feel your panties dampen from the words alone, why did you like it so much? you open your mouth to respond, stammering over your speech.

“i’m–i–i’m n-not—”

“spit it out, pup.” he laughs, feeling at the round mounds you barely kept covered. they’re just as fat and soft as he knew they’d be, and his cock starts responding to your little whimpers as he massages you roughly, pulling and pinching at your nipples.

“not a—not a slut!” you huff out despite the way you lean against the wall to relish his callused hands on you. he snickers again, the sound so mean it makes you pout up at him. it only makes his cock harder. he drops his hand to cup your pussy, earning a gasp from you. you bite down on your lip as he shoves your thong aside and crudely collects some of your slick on his digits. he clicks his tongue when he shows you, fluorescent lighting and your arousal making his fingers shine.

“not a slut? then what’s this?” he arches a brow. “seems like y’r dribbling down y’r legs to me.” he taunts, pale pink lips stretching into a menacing grin. he doesn’t give you a chance to respond, shoving his fingers past your pout until they tickle the back of your throat and you gag. the sound makes him shudder a bit, and he’ll make sure you choke on his dick next time. “say it or i’m goin’ home. not giving my dick to liars.”

you clean his fingers, intrigued by the sweet acidity of yourself. your eyes widen a bit at his threat, knowing you were defeated. his other hand tugs at your hard nipple again and you wince at the delicious pain. you pull off his fingers and resume that adorable pout. “guess i am–i’d do anything!”

he laughs and yanks your skirt up to your waist, letting his thick fingers play over your swelling clit tauntingly. “then beg for dick like the little whore you are.” he says in a faux-non-chalance. your breath hitches at his feather light touch and demeaning command, but as he steps back and pushes down his jeans, your mouth waters.

“oh god–” you whine aloud, legs pressing together at him. he was huge, wrapped in bulging veins and gorgeous ridges. his black hair was trimmed around his base, full balls hanging low. you lick your lips at the sight of his hand closing around his shaft, and you gulp when you realize just how big he is, a massive hand not enough to contain him. “fuck. toji–please, i want you so bad.” you bat your lashes at him, fixated between his dick and his piercing stare. “may be a whore—just for you though, been waitin’ on you to notice me. “

oh, he noticed. you made it impossible not to, looking like pure sex every time he saw you—but the glossiness in your eyes and the slight bruising around your tits really brings it all together. he drops the baby changing table and looks to you. he does it so effortlessly you wonder for a second if he’s done this before, but it didn’t matter either way—you would be the most memorable for sure.

“bend over.” he adds, the dark pools of lust taking over the greens of his eyes. you do as told, feeling embarrassed at your disheveled state as you lean over the table attached to the wall and part your legs, feeling his hand come down on your ass roughly. you squeal and jump a little bit before his hand snakes between your thighs to feel just how ready you were. “poor old man. gonna be so devastated.”

“don’t care.” you whimper, wiggling your ass back to feel more of his cock as he slides it along your folds, stealing some of your wetness for himself. he chuckles, grabbing as much of your fat ass as his hand could hold.

“course y’don’t. y’r my little whore.” he grunts, jiggling your cheek. “he’s right though. you really are a handful.” he chuckles at his own joke, aggressively shoving his thick cock past your tiny hole, cussing at the tight fit. “see? swallowing me up like it’s all y’r good for.” he huffs against your neck, leveraging his weight to snap his hips against you like he hates your guts. you’re clawing at the textured plastic under you, his pace absolutely brutal and ripping guttural cries from your throat. he reaches around to clap his hand over your mouth, not wanting anyone to come running thinking someone’s getting murdered back here. “loud slut too, hah?”

you nod, rendered unable to do anything else. he pounds into you, jamming his leaking tip into the entrance of your cervix, sending blissful pain shooting through your body. he was even better than you imagined, tingles shooting everywhere and blurbs of white floating across your eyes. your arms start to wobble as you hurtle towards your orgasm, and toji reaches out–making a ponytail out of your hair to pull on, snapping your back into a deep arch. he grunts at the vision before him, your pussy was gripping him like nothing he’d ever experienced.

“never fucked a whore cunt like yours–maybe i’ll cum real deep in it so i can keep you.”

you clench at that and he tosses his head back to groan, amazed by the recoil of your ass and the choke of your walls. you whimper in his hand, the idea of feeling his cum was so hot to you—you couldn’t possibly delay your own release any longer. he feels you still, your pussy spasming around him as your body goes completely limp. you still make your little noises of approval as he uses you.

“aw, you liked that, huh? you’re nasty, bitch.” he chuckles deeply now, cock twitching in your womb. but he’s just as bad, fantasizing about how you’d tell your father that news, how he’d do anything it took to see your slutty body grow into a motherly one. he paints your walls in thick, hot ropes, stilling inside you. “guess megumi could always use a sibling.”

he pats your ass with something akin to affection and slides out, watching beads of his seed trickle out. you pant and try to collect your thoughts, expecting to hear the lock of the stall click open and toji’s footsteps pad away from you—no doubt slipping back into the night to patrol for your father like usual. but moments pass, and you don’t hear anything other than you’re own breathing until he clears his throat again.

“so. wanna get some food’r somethin’?” he thumbs at the corner of his lip anxiously, and you swear you can see the hint of a blush on his nose. so this is the part that makes him nervous?

“huh? you tryna be my boyfriend or my sugar daddy?” you giggle as he repositions your skirt on your hips. he rolls his eyes. “more like your baby daddy, dollface.” he spanks your ass and opens the bathroom stall, letting the lady go first—showing you that he’s a perfect gentleman.

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