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thevelria · 1 year

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Electric Love (Gojo x Reader) Chapter 8

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Pairing: Gojo x fem!reader

Summary:This is the 8th chapter of an AU story, some parts might be canon, but mostly not. It's going to be a love story between you and Satoru with some spice. Warning will be at the beginning of the chapters. Please read them carefully and skip if any of the listed warnings might trigger you. Otherwise have fun!

Warnings: slight smut and angst

Wordcount:3253

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Heavy silence filled the room, only Sukuna’s light steps could be heard as he walked back and forth. He seemed nervous and excited at the same time. The second the doorknob turned he snapped his face in the direction of the slight noise.

“I’ve found her, brother” Arvis clicked his tongue as he walked into the room. Sukuna’s eyes widened in an instant, a cocky smirk crawling upon his face.

“For real?” he wasn’t able to hide his eagerness. The simple thought of finding Isebu’s cursed object made him excited. He waited for so long without actual hope. He never ever thought he would be able to see her or Arvis once again. And now it seemed they could have been together just like in the old times. “Where is it?”

“Not too far.” Arvis sat down on the couch lazily “Will you be able to control the boy’s body long enough? I might need your help to get the object.”

“Don’t worry.” Sukuna waved “Nowadays it seems I can control him longer day by day.”

“Good. Good.” Arvis nodded “Then let’s get this down!” he stood up, preparing himself to open a portal.

A huge, fat, 3 eyed curse was crawling forward to reach them in a dark, moldy and definitely stinky basement in an abandoned house. Its 6 arms looked like some kind of tentacles and the low growling was mostly unintelligible. The non stop giggling mixed with drooling looked truly disgusting.

“Fucking hell.” Sukuna rolled his eyes “And you tell me that this” he pointed at the curse “ugly piece of crap has my wife’s object?”

Arvis nodded, cracking his neck left and right. “Just be prepared. But I think I can kill it myself.”

It didn’t take him much to kill that meaningless mess. Sliced it into little squares with only one blast. He was almost disappointed. Ever since he came back to life he was yearning for a good fight. The bloodthirst was getting more and more unbearable.

“Here” Arvis dropped the vial with a tiny piece of Isebu’s collarbone in it to Sukuna.

“My wife” Sukuna sighed, twirling the vial in his hand “Just a little longer and we will be together forever. I swear to you, my love. Once I failed, but it’s not going to happen again. I promise.” he clenched his jaw.

***

“Yuuji…hey Yuuji.” Megumi called his friend’s name without any success.

“ITADORI!” Yuta yelled, which made Yuuji jump on the couch.

“What the heck?” he scratched the back of his neck.

“What’s wrong with you? You seem so uneasy.” Megumi frowned, sitting down in the shared living room as well.

“I don’t know.” he shrugged “Nowadays I keep getting these weird blackouts and to be honest I have no idea where I was this morning or when I came into this room.”

Yuta and Megumi shared a not too easy look. With a slight nod agreeing they definitely have to talk about this later with Gojo.

***

“You really want to do this?” Arvis frowned, while walking on the street.

“Did you not see her? Y/N looks exactly like Isebu. I want my wife back completely.” Sukuna’s cocky smirk made Arvis giggle.

“I can understand you, brother.”

The street was dark and pretty quiet. It’s been late in the night and they truly believed they could find you at home. After knocking several times on the door without anyone answering, finally Sukuna kicked it in.

“Sukuna, what the fuck? What if she’s not home?”

“Well, we will find it out.” he stepped in, looking around “Y/N?” he called your name “Are you here?” But since he didn’t get any response he walked through your home, checking into every room. “Hmm…she’s not here.”

“Really?” Arvis rolled his eyes, crossing his arms before his chest “Let’s go, before we get into trouble.”

“Where in the hell could she be?” Sukuna poked his inner cheek with his tongue.

“Probably with her man.”

“Gojo wasn’t seen in the facility for days now. I thought they were here.” he pulled an annoyed face “Tomorrow I’m gonna check her workplace. There’s an annoying, bubbling woman there. I’m sure she will give me the information I want.”

Sukuna was right, it took him only a few smiles and a tiny bit of flirting with Claire to get what he wanted.

“Seychelles…” he hummed, walking out of the coffee shop and hurrying his steps back to Arvis’ place. “C’mon!” He slammed the door open.

“What?” Arvis looked confused.

“We are going to the Seychelles…”

***

The sun shone high above, the warm weather made you a tiny bit hot, but it was still enjoyable. Not to mention the adrenalin, which was burning in your body. You felt happy and love-bitten. Your hand frowned together with Satoru’s as you walked down the street, checking the swag-shops all the way.

“Oh my God, look!” you ran to a kind looking stand, which was full of handmade jewelry. As you checked every single piece at the counter Gojo was standing behind you, smiling wildly. He found it adorable, how you got excited about small things like this. Also he really admired the way you acted. You never seemed to care about money and wealth, you were more into someone’s personality then into his wallet. Being lost in his thoughts, Gojo snapped back to reality hearing your sweet voice.

“Baby?” you smiled at him, helding two matching, thin bracelets “I bought one for you, too.” you blushed slightly, because you had no idea how he would react.

“Honey, that’s beautiful!” Satoru put the leather bracelet on in an instant. Both had a tiny medal, his one got the sun and yours got the moon. “Thank you, Y/N. I love it!”

“I’m glad.” you kept blushing “I got you this, because you are my sun.”

“Oh…” Gojo felt the pink crawling on his face as well “And you are my moon, darling.” he stepped closer and pulled you into a bit more passionate kiss then he planned.

The rest of the evening rushed so fast you didn’t even realize. You went for sight-seeing and adored the environment around you.

“Let’s take a picture!” Gojo insisted, standing in front of a beautiful building. You smiled and stepped next to him. He pulled you in front of him, your back resting on his chest. His long arm reached even higher, while taking a selfie about both of you in front of that lovely building. “One more.” he nudged, leaning in and kissing your cheek as he snapped the picture.

“Give the phone to me.” you laughed and spun on your heels, getting the device into your hand “Pose for me. “ you teased him.

But he was more than happy to obey. Posing like a goofy, big guy as he was made you laugh out louder. “That’s right baby, the camera loves you.” you kept teasing and laughing at the same time. Shooting different poses with different silly faces gave you the opportunity to take several super cute pictures of him. “Okay, now, be normal please and show me that handsome face you have. I want a hot picture of my sexy boyfriend.” you bit your bottom lip.

Gojo’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he clicked his tongue and pulled the most handsome face you’ve ever seen. His appearance made your body shiver in an instant. “Damn.” you took a deep breath as you checked the photo on the phone.

“Was I handsome enough?” he smirked.

You kept silent as you walked up to him, grabbed his collar and pulled into a kiss. “I take it as a yes.” he mumbled into the kiss.

“Can we go home now?” you pulled a bit back.

“Why? What’s wrong?” he frowned.

“Everything is perfect.” you chuckled “But I want to swim with you in the ocean, if you’re up to it too.”

“Hmm…” Gojo smirked, his eyes flashed with lust. “Will you wear that swimsuit again?”

“No.” you laughed out loud “I have another one, which is more…” you took a short break “elegant.”

“Fuck elegance!” he huffed “I loved that swimsuit on you.”

“You just wanted to peel it off of me.” you pushed his shoulder playfully.

An hour later you were standing at the beach, eating up the beautiful view of the ocean. Wearing a one piece black and white swimsuit, which had a really low cleavage, flashing the side of your boobs and making Gojo totally wild.

“Fuck, Y/N.” he growled, leaning really close, talking directly into your ear “When did you buy this one?”

“Do you like it?” you teased.

“If you could see the unholy thoughts, I’m having right now…” he chuckled.

“Come, baby. Let’s get into the water.”

Satoru chased you like a starving shark and grabbed you the second he finally could catch you. Pulling you close into his chest, palming your bum under the water.

“You drive me crazy.” he panted, kissing into your neck. The feeling of his soft lips on your skin sent shivers down your spine. A slight moan escaped your mouth, which made him twitch in his swimming shorts.

As it was a fully open area with other tourists around it was obvious that nothing more could happen than kissing. But damn, those kisses were worth everything. Gojo was eager for you to open your mouth and let his tongue meet yours. He kept moaning and humming, showing you how much he was turned on by this random makeout session. You ran your fingers through his wet hair, gently pulling it, which drove him mad even more.

“Fuck, baby. Stop doing that.” he took a desperate breath.

“Why?” you acted innocent “I thought you liked it.” you pulled a bit harder, making him tilt his head, so you were able to kiss his neck. Licking it up and down painfully slowly.

“Damn it.” he growled “I’m so hard, it hurts.” he whined.

“Poor, baby.” you giggled, as one of your hands rubbed his bulge through the fabric under the water.

Gojo’s eyes darkened, as he clenched his jaw. “Let’s go!’ he grabbed your hand, dragging you out of the water, all the way up into your apartment. He didn’t care about the stares he got, because of rushing through the beach with a huge ass boner in his pants. He didn’t care about anything, but you. Kissing you, touching you, being inside of you.

The second you stepped in the apartment, he ripped your swimsuit off and bent you over the table.

“Y/N…” he hissed “Baby, I can’t resist anymore.” he clenched his jaw as he slid himself in.

“Fucking hell.” you cried out of the sudden pleasure. You noticed that Satoru was hesitating, standing still without moving. “Don’t hold back, baby. I can handle you.” you looked back above your shoulder. Seeing the cocky smirk on his face made you realize that he was waiting exactly for these words.

It was a quick one, a rough and animalistic one and you loved every single minute of it. Gojo bit down your shoulder, while grabbing your flesh hard, leaving marks behind. His thrusts were nothing but wild. This time he was not soft or even gentle. He was not making love to you. No. He was fucking you sensless and you enjoyed it to the moon and back.

The raw growl that left his mouth as he was filling you up, pushed you over the edge too.

Satoru placed featherlight kisses down your spine after he calmed down. “I’m sorry.” he panted.

“No, need to.” you smiled, trying to straighten yourself up “I love this side of you, too.” you turned around, caressing his face and giving him a proper kiss. He rested his forehead on yours, while pulling you into a tight hug.

“Oh, by the way I have a surprise for you for tonight.” he peeked a quick kiss on your cheek, before leaving for the bathroom.

***

As the sun was about to go down, Gojo disappeared without a word, leaving you alone for a short while. You were resting on the porch in your sweet, light blue summer dress, enjoying the warmth of the air. Closing your eyes and smiling uncontrollably. You were happy, truly, deeply happy and it made you feel emotional. Never in this life you would have thought that once you could experience such things that happened in the past few days. Being at a beautiful island with a wonderful man, who seemed his only goal was to please you. You took a small sip from the cold cocktail, which rested on the table next to you, humming still in disbelief.

“Darling?” you heard your boyfriend’s voice from behind “Come, please!”

You grabbed your drink and took his hand as you walked down the private part of the beach, which belonged to your apartment.

“Oh my Gosh.” you gasped the second you noticed the surprise he was talking about before. There was a huge blanket laid in the sand with several pillows. Two small stands, each side of the blanket. Trays full of bite sized food and an ice filled bucket with a glass of champagne. A bit further stood a huge canvas, ready to play a movie on it.

“Is this real?” you asked excitedly “I mean, we are really going to watch a movie at the beach?”

“Yes, darling.” he cooed, smiling at your adorable reaction.

You both got comfortable. Gojo laid down with some pillows under his head as you rested your head on his chest.

The movie was around mid time, when Gojo ran his fingers through your hair. “Babe, can you give me a piece of cheese from the plate please?”

“Sure.” you nodded, sitting up and turning to the stand next to you. You reached for the food, when you noticed something weird, a sparkling thing, not too far from you. “Satoru?” your voice sounded uneasy.

“What’s wrong?” he sat up immediately. His eyes widened instantly as he noticed the creation of a portal, too. “Y/N, listen to me carefully.” his cold, strict voice surprised you “No matter what’s going to happen you need to stay behind me, okay?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Baby, please. Listen to me. We don’t have much time.” he jumped up from the blanket, stepping in front of you, covering you from the now huge sparkling circle. “I’m sorry.” he whispered so low, you weren’t sure, you heard him right.

The next you remembered Daniel and Yuuji stepping out of something that completely looked like a portal.

“What the fuck?” you gasped as your eyes widened.

“Stay behind me!” Gojo commanded you.

“Finally!” Sukuna cracked his neck left and right. “We’ve been looking for you all day long, sorcerer.”

“Sorcerer?” you frowned “Satoru, what’s going on?” you stepped next to him. He automatically held his hand out, blocking you from Sukuna and Arvis.

“You didn’t tell her, did you?” Sukuna’s evil laugh rushed through the night air “So, typical. You all were always nothing, but fucking liars.” he hissed. “Let me enlighten you, darling.” he took a step closer to you “I’m Ryomen Sukuna, you might know my vessel Yuuji Itadori. I’m the king of curses.” he straightened himself up “This is Arvis. Your violent ex-boyfriend was a perfect vessel for him.” he laughed. “Oh and one more thing. You look exactly like my beloved wife, therefore I’m gonna use your body to bring her back. So if you would be kind enough to eat this tiny piece of bone…” he looked directly into your eyes, fidgeting with the vial in his hand.

“Satoru? What the fuck is he talking about?” you clenched your jaw, but Gojo kept silent.

“What’s wrong, sorcerer? Why don’t you tell her who you are, huh? Where’s that arrogant smirk? Where’s the speech about you being the strongest sorcerer of all?” Sukuna clicked his tongue. Totally enjoying the terrified sight of your face.

“Fucking hell, Satoru!” you yelled “Talk to me! Is he telling the truth?” you took a few steps back from him.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t want to lie, but you told me how much you hated sorcerers and…” he sighed “I really wanted to tell you the truth, but I was afraid you would have rejected me and…”

“Enough!” your cold voice made him shiver.

“Look, I know I screwed up, but please, I’m begging you, you need to stay behind me. These two motherfuckers are dangerous and I can’t let you get hurt.”

“Oh, fuck you!” you rolled your eyes and were about to head back to the apartment.

Arvis appeared in front of you in an instant, blocking your way.

“Brother, the vial!” he yelled. Sukuna dropped the object and Arvis caught it right in his right palm. “Please, eat this.” he tried to grab your jaw, but Gojo pushed him away, making him fly meters away in the sand.

“What’s this madness, Sukuna?” Gojo hissed, looking at him with fierce in his eyes.

“I told you before, I’m gonna make her mine again.”

“Baby.” Gojo turned to you, softly grabbing your hands “Please, do as I say now. Put your hands on my waist. I need to get us out of here.”

“Do not touch me!” you shoved his hands away.

Sukuna took advantage of your argument and attacked Gojo. He sensed the blast and pulled you to his chest, while turning his back to Sukuna. His infinity blocked the attack with ease. Your body tensed from the loud bang, a loud scream leaving your throat as the pressure of the blast rushed through the air.

“Don’t move.” Gojo’s mad voice made you even more scared. “How dare you, you fucking idiot. You could have killed her!” he clenched his jaw, turning around, facing Sukuna. “Cursed technique: Lapse” he mumbled.

You were standing behind him, so you didn’t actually see what happened, but you felt that huge energy, which bursted out of him. It lasted only for a second or so.

“You okay?” Gojo grabbed you by your shoulders. You nodded with fear in your eyes. “Darling, please. I need to get you out of here.” he kept begging. And before you could have said anything he collapsed his hands together and you were in a room.

“What the fuck?” you screamed “What did you do?” you started backing away from him.

“I…I just.” he took a deep breath “I teleported us into Jujutsu High. You’ll be safe in this facility. They cannot reach you here, I will make sure of it.”

“I want to go home. I want to leave, right now!” you lost your mind “I want to be as far from you as possible.” you were shaking from fear.

“Don’t do this.” he took a step forward.

“Please, please don’t hurt me.” you backed to the corner, helding your hands up in front of your face.

“I would never…” he sighed, shaking his head “I’m really sorry, Y/N, but you are not allowed to leave. You’ll need to stay here until we solve this problem.”

You couldn’t form any more words, just collapsed to the ground, pulled your knees to your chest and started to cry. Gojo had no idea how to handle the situation. Every time he tried to reach you, you pulled yourself away, screaming into his face, telling him to leave. And at the end he obeyed. “I’m really sorry about this.” he sighed, before closing the door behind him.

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jess-moloney · 7 days

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I got this very unhinged anon reply from the girl who allegedly "reported me to Jamie" and I don't want to post the whole thing because of some of the disgusting and triggering language this person used but I do want to address a few things they said:

I am not one of these two girls that you keep naming over and over. I'm not Russian, nor am I fat.

I haven't ever written on this blog anywhere that Jess *sexually assaults* Jamie "every day". I defy you to even find a post where I said she's ever done that.

Jamie is an alcoholic. More accurately a recovering one. He's sober. To say he has problems with alcohol is true, Jamie would even say this himself. It's not shaming him to say that he's sober and has problems with alcohol. You're a fan but somehow don't know this?

You continue on to say that he couldn't drink enough to find me attractive enough to sleep with as if that is the goal of my blog or he even drinks in the first place which I already established he doesn't.

You claims that you showed my blog to Jamie (which I 100% doubt you did) and that he allegedly said he is "used to this stuff" and that he's going to mass block a tonne of accounts in the next few days because he is sick of this. Except after that you immediately say that he might not do that? So which one is it?

Though you say that you showed him my blog and he doesn't like it you also say he doesn't care about my blog or what I think but you also say that he said he's going to block me? I don't know if this is a language barrier thing or what but this part of your rant makes absolutely no sense.

Then you sent this:

I never actually said I wanted Jamie to read my blog, I also said numerous times that I don't think he has seen my blog or has read it. I've said it's possible because it's public and on the internet and he has an account on this website but I've never made any claims as to if he does read my blog or if I want him to or not. He's free to do whatever he wants in that area.

I doubt he "knows" my blog now because I doubt you told him or showed him anything. You are so incredibly incoherent when you speak to me that I would be surprised if Jamie understood anything you told him (that is if you did tell him anything and you aren't just lying). I don't know what you think Jamie is going to do to me or what is going to happen to me if he actually does know about this blog? You seem to think the police are going to come and get me and take me away even though you also have no idea who I am because I'm not either of these two girls you keep bringing up over and over.

All I know is that you are extremely mentally unhinged, you are extremely triggered by my blog, and that you seem like you are 100% dangerous to people like Jamie and Jess. I feel sorry for Jamie having to deal with people like you. Hell, I even feel sorry for Jess at this point because of how absolutely nasty you are for no reason. Please, get some help because this is just so incredibly delusional on your part that it's obvious you can't tell reality from this fantasy relationship you built with Jamie in your head.

#jess moloney #jamie campbell bower #jamie bower #hate mail

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therulerofallpotatos · 2 years

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Wyler Fanfiction Rec List Part 2

For @ourloveisdahliaoh, here’s part 2 of that rec list I said I’d make.

My Monster by Wyler4Lifer

Summary: None

Words: 3,721 Chapters: 2/? Rated: E

There’s no summary for this fic and it breaks my heart that it might be overlooked because it is so much fun. I’ve talked about how delightful this fic is to my friends irl and how much fun it is to see Gomez pick up himself a pet hyde and Wednesday to find Tyler fucking Galpin in her house being dressed like a purse dog by her father who is excited about his new beast. The family meeting and harboring Tyler is so good.

Who is in Control? by green_writer

Summary: “Please, flattery will get you nowhere,” Wednesday says, holding her ground as he stalks towards her.

Tyler grips her lapels, jostling her roughly forward. She watches his face, the Hyde lurking just underneath the surface, wonders how much control he has, how much of the boy she met at the Weathervane is still there. She’s reminded of the last time he got up in her face like this, gloating about his kills at the Sherriff’s office. The rage that his little monologue had inspired deep in her gut. That he could deceive her so easily, not just covering his own tracks but misguiding her towards a wholehearted conviction that Xavier was the Hyde. She had felt stupid and small and entirely disgusted with herself. He would have to pay.

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What if Wednesday, not Enid, had gone against Tyler in the woods in episode 8?

Or - How to Discipline Your Hyde 101.

Words: 10,781 Chapters: 3/3 Rated: E

I’m sorry. Did you say smut? Because this is 3 chapters full of Wednesday fucking Tyler from the cockroach scene onwards. green_writer understood the fucking assignment. 100/10. Will read again.

Friendly Neighborhood Phantom by ThatOneAntiHero

Summary: Strange murders, a mysterious ghost boy, a missing teenager, and numerous suspects.

Maybe Wednesday Addams was going to stay at Nevermore longer than she expected.

Words: 8,447 Chapters: 3/? Rated: M

I swear i felt like the three spidermen meme when i saw this. I had just rediscovered “Sex with a ghost” and had thought of my own haunting au and then i read this and i’m so happy. It’s dead amnesiac tyler investigating with Wednesday who can see him and it’s amazing. I’m on the edge of my seat waiting for the next chapter.

Kiss Me Before It’s Too Late by JHoeUNeed2Stop

Summary: Tyler & Wednesday's last encounter told differently.

More spicy.

Words: 2,090 Chapters: 1/1 Rated: M

It’s another cockroach scene where Enid doesn’t cockblock and I am having such a good time with each and every one of them. JHoe is making the world a better place.

my unconquerable soul by melpomenemuse

Summary: “Who is your master?” she asks dispassionately.

Wednesday doesn’t care who Tyler’s master is. An objective part of her does, the one that wants a satisfactory conclusion to her novel, but the only thing she cares about right now is this: Tyler has a master.

And it isn’t her.

Or: an insight into Wednesday and Tyler’s relationship through the season finale and post Season 1.

Words: 16,983 Chapters: 13/? Rated: M

The amount of want between these two is delicious. Wednesday seething at the idea that Laurel touched him first is just *chef’s kiss*

Tipsy Truth Telling by Realmermaid333

Summary: Wednesday never thought she’d get drunk, she thought being drunk was for immature fools who couldn’t control themselves— that was until she went to Yoko’s party.

Words: 2,675 Chapters: 1/1 Rated: T

This is just fun. It’s so much fun. @realmermaid333 is such a gift and I’m so happy I got the privilege of encouraging this in the server. Drunk Wednesday is exactly what I need to brighten my day with some silly little low stakes shenanigans.

Finding Dr. Jekyll by its2014again

Summary: “A Hyde is just a puppet, their mind brainwashed by the puppet-master. To reverse the damage, you have to delve into their subconscious. You have to find the Jekyll beneath the Hyde."

After 30 days in prison, Tyler still won't talk. He won't talk to his father, to the doctors, or to his therapist. Maybe this has something to do with being chained to a chair - or maybe it's because the only person he will speak to... is Wednesday.

Words: 8,154 Chapters: 5/? Rated: NR

Riddles and brainwashing and attraction oh my! The latest chapter had me on the edge of my seat and i highly recommend you all read this fic to see exactly what I mean

a crack run down right the front of me by Morbidmuch

Summary: Tyler's teeth are bright in his paint-splattered face.

“Red looks good on you.”Wednesday doesn't know what to reply when he says things like that: things like I mean it, Wednesday, you look beautiful and I knew there was a reason I liked you. It's all too much and the stone walls protecting her center quiver. Traitors.

Words: 2,194 Chapters: 1/1 Rated: T

what a wonderful dance au and there’s talking and emotions and Wednesday being Wednesday.

the simulation we’re dreaming in by angelconstellations

Summary: If the blood-paint hadn't rained and the dance had continued...

Set during ep 4. What might have happened if the prank didn't happen and Wednesday didn't have her vision to go after Eugene.

Words: 1,789 Chapters: 1/1 Rated: T

a what if they actually finished their date at the dance au and i love it to pieces.

Ennui vs. Wednesday Addams by Klyson

Summary: Tyler had always known he was better than everyone else. He couldn’t make it a reality yet, but someday he’d get out of this backwater hellhole called Jericho and make himself great.

His mother’s death throws a bit of a wrench in his plans, and so does the beast he can morph into and the woman who dares call herself his “master”. She will die for that… someday. Until then, though, at least she isn’t boring.

And then Wednesday Addams comes barreling into his life.

Tyler is a sociopath or something and Wednesday is much more interesting than Laurel Gates.

Words: 15,821 Chapters: 3/6 Rated: E

This is one of my absolute favorites. Seeing Tyler growing up and meeting Wednesday? I love leaning more into the “sociopath finds love” plot. it’s a favorite au of mine.

#wednesday addams #wednesday netflix #wednesday fanfic #tyler galpin #wyler #weyler #there will be a part 3 #there's a lot of fic to go through

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aurumacadicus · 2 years

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Fictober 8/31 -- “Do you remember?”

Phil is back! No Lottie in this one, either, but some more backstory for both she and Phil. Tomorrow’s prompt is sassy so expect Lottie back to say it. Over 1K so look out for the cut!

Clint found Phil in his office. He didn’t know why he was surprised, except that he thought that he might have been at Lottie’s side. “You’re already filling out paperwork?”

“There will be a lot of it,” Phil answered, not looking up from a literal ream of paperwork. “What do you want?”

Clint stuck his hands in his pockets and looked around the room, pretending he wasn’t possibly putting himself in a position to get shot in the ass with the gun in Phil’s top drawer. “How much of it is about Lottie? Your super secret niece? Even though agents with your clearance don’t have families, because they could be used against you for State secrets?”

Phil signed two more papers before finally deigning to lift his head, appearing incredibly unimpressed. “None of it is about Lottie. Director Fury has seen fit to keep her name in conjunction with my relationship with her out of the SHIELD database. I’m not sorry about not telling you about her, Clint.”

Clint chewed on the inside of his cheek, frowning. He had to admit that he had no idea how Lottie would have even come up. Phil had Level 8 clearance. You didn’t get that far with a family. “I guess I don’t expect you to be sorry,” he finally allowed.

Phil rolled his eyes before looking back down at his paperwork. “Thanks, Clint. I appreciate that. Really.”

“Natasha was right,” Clint said. “You really do hold all your judgement in your eyebrows.”

Phil let his gaze dart up to give him a particularly scathing look. “What do you want, Clint?”

“I want to know about your nieces,” Clint answered immediately. “You have three, apparently. And a brother and sister-in-law. That’s a lot more than the big fat zero you’re supposed to have.”

“Yes, and up until I was presumed dead, the only other person who knew that was Fury,” Phil said carefully, lowering his gaze back to the ream of paper.

Clint scoffed, unimpressed, crossing his arms over his chest. He shook his head in disgust. “So, what, your brother just magically forgot about you, too?”

Phil’s eyes darted back up, and his expression was dangerous. “My half-brother was aware of the risks I would be taking and he supported me regardless.”

“I’m not going to let this go,” Clint pointed out, not taking the bait.

Phil continued to stare at him, brows furrowing in frustration. Finally, though, when Clint refused to cower, he sighed and looked back at the papers. “Do you remember? Ten years ago, before I got my clearance. I took a month’s leave and said I was going to go say goodbye to my mother. That she was dying.”

Clint tried to remember back that far. He recalled it vaguely. It had been a talking point at the water cooler, but mostly in a ‘now that she’s dying, he’ll definitely get that higher clearance.’ Cold, perhaps, but the truth. “Vaguely.”

“The truth is, my mother wouldn’t die for another five years,” Phil admitted. “I took leave because my niece had been stabbed in a hate crime against mutants. I went so I could offer my support to my family.” He went quiet, then softly added, “I went so I could intimidate the police into taking the crime seriously, when I saw a politician’s son had been the perpetrator. That was how Fury found out that I’d lied about my mother being my only surviving immediate family member.”

“Oh,” Clint said, sinking into the seat across the desk from him. It was either that, or fall down. “Oh.”

“Fury allowed me to keep my position when I explained that Lloyd was only my half-brother, and fifteen years older than me besides. I told him we weren’t close.”

“Were you?” Clint asked.

Phil couldn’t keep the sad smile from forming on his face. “He helped raise me. His father—” He paused, then lifted a hand to press his fingers to his eyes. “His father and my mother divorced, and then my mother remarried and had me. My father was never a kind man, and he died when I was young. Lloyd took me with him to visit his dad, and his father saw how lonely I was. He was the one who gave me my first Captain America trading card.” He uncovered his eyes to look back up at Clint, and they were damp. “Lloyd took me under his wing even though he didn’t have to, and someone tried to murder his child. I’d let Fury fire me a thousand times before I did nothing.”

“Fury knew Lottie was here,” Clint said slowly. “In New York. He sent me and Natasha to get her.”

“I told him she was here,” Phil replied bluntly. “Her parents wanted her to try a change of scenery, a place where no one knew her, but I was her only family out of town. So I made the decision to bring her here. Better I tell Fury than he finds out. All he said to me was that it was on my head if anything happened to her.” He put his head in his hands. “And something did. On my watch.”

Clint let out a humorless huff. “Your watch? I think you mean mine. And all the other Avengers,” he added, more as an afterthought. He knew the rest of the team blamed themselves for Lottie’s kidnapping, and he wasn’t foolish enough to assume more guilt when they were all equally at fault for not taking her worries seriously. “She was literally living one floor down from me and she still got snatched off the street.”

Phil just shook his head. “I was supposed to help her. Instead, her trauma was made worse.”

“…I’m not going to pretend I know Lottie better than you,” Clint said after a moment. “But when Steve tried to ask how she was feeling earlier, in that tone people use when they’re afraid someone might shatter? She chased him around the common room with her claws out until he hid behind Thor because she didn’t want to be treated differently by us. So.”

“God,” Phil whispered, pinching the bridge of his nose. “With her fucking claws out and everything.”

“I think it’s healthy,” Clint said.

Phil jerked his head up to glare at him. “That’s not reassuring coming from you, Clint.”

“I would be hurt, but I’m mostly just surprised that you didn’t just try and shoot me,” Clint decided.

#aurumacadicus writes #original character #marvel #fictober

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chiefatticcreator · 1 year

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You know, I've been thinking

Boruto has been enjoying his daddy's hyper cock, a little bit. So Sakura I think you should do him a favour to help with his feminization...

Your strength should be able to break the cage Sasuke has on, right? I know, I know, don't be mad. It's asking a lot

But... How about we let Boruto's first dick be the mentor he admires so much? ... And let him realise how pathetic said dick is.

I mean, it will humilate Sasuke more knowing that even a femboy isn't satisfied by him. And it might hell Boruto finally come into his own as a slutty boi for daddy

Sasuke couldn't believe his luck. Finally, Finally! After months of torture, of watching his wife's hyper thick body jiggling around, seeing her prance around, seeing her fucked by Naruto endlessly, after months of agonizing chastity, she had finally agreed to free his cock. Even the roughness she displayed when she broke the cage between her fingers, even the clear disdain in her face when she released his tiny dick from chasity.... None of it where enough to diminish Sasuke's relief and happiness at being finally freed from this abominable cage and its torture. In fact, he even had tears in his eyes as his tiny cock finally flopped around completely freely.

"I'm only freeing your pathetic, disgusting dicklet for one thing." Sakura glared at him, cutting Sasuke's happiness short. "If you don't do it, it's back in that cage forever, and you will never get any third chance."

That had the good effect of immediately sobering Sasuke's bliss as he looked at Sakura carefully, nodding.

"And what is it?"

"You will fuck Boruto's ass. And if you don't make him cum, it's back in the cage forever."

"You want me to..?!"

"To take your tiny, pathetic, disgusting worm you call a 'cock', and put in in Boruto's ass, if you can even do that, yes."

"I..."

Sasuke had seen the changes in Boruto's behaviour. Even someone away from Konoha as often as Sasuke was couldn't miss that Boruto had now a fat ass, long hair, growing breasts, and was looking like a hot girl in nearly every aspect. So that did explain why the idea wasn't immediately rejected by Sasuke's mind.

"Why?"

"You're his idol." Sakura scoffed. "For some reason, he thinks you are awesome. So i want you to prove it to him fi you can. Make him cum by fucking his ass, if you can even do that, and I might have to possibly acknowledge you're not a completely worthless waste."

"And if i do so, you'll let my cock free forever, right?"

"I will consider it."

++++

"I.. Is it in?"

Three words. Three words that were now utterly destroying whatever pride Sasuke had managed to scrape for himself.

Boruto had been somewhat excited at letting his idol fuck him, even if that excitement had been somewhat tempered by shame that he had actually asked for it. But still, Sasuke had felt something akin to pride when he had seen Boruto. And the femboy had done an excellent job of looking like a slutty girl, like someoen Sasuke absolutely wanted to fuck.

It wouldn't be the same, but Sauke could imagine that he was fucking Naruto. That he was makign the blonde Hokage pay, that he was asserting some kind of dominance, perhaps.

And then Boruto had pronounced these three words, right as Sasuke had just managed to enter the boy's ass. And the Uchiha's pride was completely shattered. Any confidence he might have collected? Any hope that he would actually fuck boruto's ass? Any illusion that Sasuke was worthy of being called a man?

Gone. Destroyed. Shattered. Completely trashed away, by three little words from Boruto Uzumaki.

#submissiveking99 #sakura haruno #sasuke uchiha #boruto uzumaki

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Van Der Wulff: 4 days and counting

Mark was right, by the next morning journalists and news vans littered the front yard of the sorority waiting for a chance to report on the sorority girl who went missing in the small town. Mark contacted your father directly and he was the one who picked the simple photo. Your mother and him both put together the poster that was now spreading across California news stations.

"Last seen on December 24th at Redding Mall wearing a white top and light blue jeans. Also goes by: Adi / Dyed red hair / 5'1" / If any tips please call number below ? #bringadihome."

Your father made it to the house just before it was released and with him. Funhouse became operation headquarters. Draven told everyone that they were free to stay somewhere else while the investigation was underway because she couldn't kick out our families. With this, Naomi went to stay with Namjoon and Kassie with Jesy. Rio offered to let anyone stay at his home not too far away but Makayla insisted on remaining at the house. When they temporarily moved out, our parents (and Edward) moved in.

Your mother immediately went out to address the reporters every day with a plan. On the first day, she did not cry, the second day as soon as she got herself ready like a play she burst into tears while proudly walking towards the middle of the driveway where she would address the reporters. "If anyone has any idea where my baby is please call or use the hashtag bring Adi home! I miss my child and more then anything, I just want her returned safely." She dabbed her eyes with a small napkin as camera flashes went off around her.

As now was there tradition, Draven and Edward listened from the backyard patio waiting for Mark or your father to show up with any news regarding your whereabouts or if Xavier told them anything new. The weather was chilly and they sat close on the porch swing dressed in heavy jackets and winter hats, each with a cigarette in their mouths. For the past 3 days, Draven hadn't been sleeping or eating much, Jiwoo often brought food whenever she could get through the reporters but it went untouched in the fridge. She kept herself up with pots of coffee and packs of cigarettes.

'"I feel like we're fucking wasting time." Draven said puffing out the gray smoke. Looking down at her phone, she was waiting for something. A call from Mark, or Negan or even me. But like you I had gone radio silent and that worried Draven even more. "All we're doing is waiting for a goddamn call."

"I know." Edward grunted, equally as frustrated. "Waiting for that fucking woman beater to open his fucking fat mouth and admit to where he put her." Disgust overcame him. Like his best friend, he found himself unable to eat or sleep much. instead he blamed Damien, and your father and Xavier and everyone who ever let you out of his sight. When he was alone at night, he thought of you in some horrible storage container shaking from the cold and waiting for Xavier to get you food but it would never come because he wasn't admitting to anything and he was locked up. What if you dying? What if you had already died-

He shook his mind of that instead took a long drag of his cigarette. Feeling the smoke entering his lungs and held it as long as possible. He let it out and looked over at Draven realizing she was shaking. Her head was buried in her hands, her shoulders shaking as she sobbed. "Hey-" he put his arm around her. Was she thinking the same?

"This is so-so fucked!" she threw up her hands, tears freely falling from her blue eyes. Ed softened. In all the years he had known her, he had only seen Draven cry a handful of times and every time it broke his heart. He pulled her to him, her tears smearing on his jacket, when she hooked her arms around him. She spoke through broken sobs "Adi is fucking missing, man! Xavier is the biggest fucking suspect right now and they can't make him talk! She might be hurt! or stuffed in some fucked up place! The stories she's told me about him- I'm fucking terrified!"

"I know." Edward said, his own jaw tightening in an attempt to keep his own tears of frustration in.

"And fucking Kay is missing too! And the cops are fucking saying 'give it a few more days!' but what if they are together! Xavier is fucking insane! and if she's not with him then she's missing! really missing! that stupid vacation request doesn't make sense! She never plans her trips! she always just goes!" Ed let Draven sob into his jacket. His mind trying and failing to tell her something that would ease her worries. But there was nothing he could tell her.

"Why are you so upset?" Damien asked shaking his head and making himself comfortable in his former best friend's dorm. Mimi, Max's current redheaded paramour rolled her eyes, she sat next to her best friend Penelope and Robin who came with Damien. "We've known her for years, she does this. She throws a tantrum and goes to Italy or New York or Japan. and Adi- Xavier didn't do anything to her. She probably went with Kay. I know Xavier - he wouldn't do anything." Robin said nothing but did make a face.

"Max," Mimi said softly. She was annoyed he was so bothered by the two missing girls who were probably jet setting while leaving the rest of the town paranoid and worried. "She's done this before."

He looked at Mimi and shook his head. "Im upset because you're not more worried. I had Sabina look for them in Italy at the old house, our houses, even your fathers and nothing. I asked your father-"

"You went to my father?" Damien's face contorted in anger and his tone became icy.

"Yes and I found out something even you didn't know." Max said and Damien glared at him. Max knew of the very strained relationship Damien had with Lucian. Damien glared at Max but did not speak. "I told your father about Kay and he sent your brothers to the houses in New York and Japan and nothing."

"Then she's somewhere else." Penelope said giving Mimi a look. "probably living it up in some tropical place."

"🍝Your friend that 'wouldn't do anything' asked how protected she is by your family." Max said his green eyes staring intently into Damiens baby blues. Damien went to speak but found nothing to say before Max spoke again. "🍝He was upset when your father revealed she was family and he would not allow anything to happen to her."

"That doesn't mean anything." Damien said full of denial. No way Xavier would ask that - one only asked questions like that if they were planning to hurt someone and didn't want to be hurt back.

"You know what it means." Having grown up in a family with deep mafia ties, Max knew what Xaviers words meant.

"He could have been asking on her behalf." Damien said holding out hope his friend was not as sadistic as that. Maybe he misunderstood the question since he didn't grow up like they did. Robin, Mimi and Penelope looked at each other as the two former best friends eyes were locked.

"She did hurt him, his pride and his shoulder. He has a temper." Max stated slowly driving his point home.

Draven quickly wiped her tears away when she heard the back porch open. Mark, Stefani and Daniel walked towards them each with complete dread written on their face. "He's speaking?" Ed asked regarding Xavier.

"We're investigating some leads." he said simply and focused on Draven. She looked up at him with puffy red eyes but would not admit she was crying. "We hoped Adi's disappearance would at least cause Kay to call or get in contact with someone - anyone. But no word from her and it has been 48 hours. We're putting out her picture in about an hour."

"Hopefully, that brings a lead." Daniel said sadly. He didn't look at the kids, instead off into the distance as though the answers to all the questions he had were just out of reach. "It might be connected to Xavier."

"Why do you say that?" Ed asked.

"Damien and Max came over. Max had his sister check our home in Italy and Damiens father had some of his workers check our homes in Japan and New York." Stefani's voice was quiet as she spoke, her own eyes as red as Draven's. "She is no where. Maybe Xavier has a somewhere she could be."

Mark's phone beeped and looking down he turned back toward the house. "I have to go. I'll be in touch."

The Grecian house was a beautiful place. For three days you woke up to fresh breakfast every morning in a room built for a princess where Catherine would wait on you, making you pick out things for the wedding for two hours every morning. After that, you'd wander around the house desperately trying to look for a phone or a computer or anything to contact anyone. Then you'd see Shawn for lunch, he'd check your wedding choices like a teacher grading a paper. You'd walk around the nearly empty town with him and a dozen or so security guards then he'd cuddle with you for a couple of hours then leave you to go back to your room where your days would repeat like an endless cycle.

"This wedding will be like your dream." Catherine said as she styled your hair. It's not like you had much else to do. The date of the wedding loomed over your head like a black rain cloud. You convinced Shawn to make it exactly a week from now, since two weeks wouldn't work. "Big and expensive and full of love. Every girl dreams of a wedding like that."

You said nothing, you mind drifting to Shawn. Normally, you'd have Shawn wrapped around your finger but something changed. Each passing day he was becoming more and more unbalanced. He was on the phone often, whispering in secret often secluded to his office. A room you weren't allowed to go in. That didn't stop you from pressing your ear to the door and trying to listen. While you couldn't make out the muffled words through the heavy wooden door you noted the office was the only room with a phone.

Catherine, the woman who had become like your shadow, slept in the maids chambers just outside your room. Two days ago, you started to test how easy it was to wake her up, Unfortunately like you, Catherine was a light sleeper, however since you had been testing her for two days and often woke her up in the night, she now mostly ignored you at night. As long as you were back in your room around 10 minutes. Meaning you had 10 minutes to break into the office, get the phone and return to your room before she came looking for you.

The door creaked open as soon as you opened it. You spotted the mop of Catherine blonde hair move as she sat up. "Whats wrong, miss?" She called out to you.

"Nothing, Catherine." You called back out to her, hoping you didn't sound as nervous as you were. "I just want a drink of water."

"You want me to get it for you?" She asked but you quickly shook your head, realizing she wouldn't see you in the darkness of the hallway.

"No, no I got it."

"Be back soon." she called out as you nodded and moved down the hallway. The days of doing nothing but wandering the mansion served your purpose wonderfully. The dark hallways made you nervous but your determination kept you moving. You walked as quickly as you could until you made it to the heavy wooden door of the office.

You looked at the brass knob wondering how you were going to open it. You thought of me and how you watched me numerous times break locks, you reached for the knob about to turn it when it opened and Shawn stepped into the darkness. You pushed yourself into the wall trying to blend in with the shadows so he wouldn't see you.

"What are you doing here?" His voice was laced with sleep as he looked at you.

"Couldn't sleep." You lied grateful at the darkness so he couldn't see the deceit on your face.

"Why are you lying?" he asked and you cursed yourself. He looked at into the now darkened office and shook his head. Then suddenly grabbed you and pulled you to him. His arms crushing you in a tight hug. "You're not leaving me this time." he whispered in your ear before picking you up. You struggled to breath in his bone crushing hug as he deposited you back into your room locking the door from the outside. He yelled at Catherine who responded to him in Greek.

You attempted to open the door, shoving yourself into it over and over again until you finally just slid down the wall and buried your face in your hands. Sure the house in Greece might have been beautiful and waking up here every morning was a dream or it might have been if it didn't feel like such a weight on your chest. This was a beautiful place for prison but a prison it was nonetheless and you would be confined to this place as long as Shawn still wanted you.

Would he even bring you home if you did marry him? Or would he keep you here, in the strange foreign country until you bent to his will? You had already been here for nearly 4 days. How long would you stay here?

On my 2nd day in this hellhole Luther had intended to test me. He set up his brother, James as a savior. He was to act as a friend of Luther who wounded up in the basement and out of curiosity opened the door that imprisoned me.

He found me staring at into the mirror, as soon as his reflection looked back at me I jumped, scrambling up. His voice was full of feigned shock as he gasped and said "You're the girl everyone is looking for!" The euphoria that overcame me was heaven sent and overpowering. I clambered over to him saying as much as I could, barely breathing between my words.

"WeHaveToGetOutOfHereBeforeHeComes!" I shouted at him looking up at the door to the upstairs. He pretended to care urgently nodding.

"He's in the backyard." he said as we moved up the stairs. "I can slip you out teh front and get you in my truck." he searched his pockets and sucked his teeth. "Let me just grab my keys!" His large hand yanking my smaller one as we entered the first floor. My stomach turning as he called out for Luther. He received no answer. "He must be outside."

"Let's go!" I whisper urged. I was relieved people realized I was gone, that I didn't just run away, that I was stolen away from everyone.

"I need my keys!" He said harsher then he should have and quickly offered me a small smile as an apology. I nervously grabbed my necklace, I was scared to move. I was unsure where the front door or even the backdoor was, I didn't want to risk running into Luther and ensuring whatever wrath he had for me. He might not have the stones to kill me but I didn't know what he would do to this stranger. "Come on!" the man ordered and grabbed my hand.

He moved me through the kitchen, then living room towards a solid white door. My heart leaped at the thought of freedom and I instantly reached for the handle and threw the door opened.

The hulking, dark, looming shadow of Luther stood just over the threshold. A wicked frown adorning his face, his brown eyes filled with disappointment. I went to turn to run back and find any other exit but the strangers hands shot out and held my arms in place. It didn't matter how loud I yelled or how hard I kicked he held me in place as Luther locked the door and stalked towards me.

Luther's meaty fist shot out and made contact with my eye. My vision burst into stars and everything went red. An excruciating pain that felt like nails being hammered in my head shot through my body. He hit me again and I fell flat on my back, the wind knocked out of me as he straddled my body raining down blows like a wicked god taking his revenge yelling 'No one is looking for you! you're mine!' I felt blood in my mouth and dripping from y nose. "She still has to be in a wedding dress!" The stranger shouted at Luther pulling him off. I lay frozen on the ground unable to move as searing pain threatened to turn off my brain. I clung to consciousness as Luther roughly picked me up taking me back down the stairs. I was thrown into the basement and only when I heard the door slam shut I shakily crawled to the bed.

I lay in a pile of bruised and bloodied body parts and cursed Luther for doing this, for stealing me away. I cursed myself for being foolish and stupid and not killing him before he took me to Mexico. Luthers words were engraved into my head.

"No one is looking for you! You're mine!"

Maybe that was true or maybe he was doing that to break me. It didn't matter, I was hundreds of miles away from my home and I needed to get out on my own.

I spend day 3 passed out and woke up in incredible pain. The relief from sleep was quickly disappointed and replaced with agonizing pain. My eye was swollen and tender to the touch. The blood had dried on my face and since I could move all of my limbs I knew nothing was broken. I slowly sat up looking around the room. Luther had left a tray of food and ibuprofen on the nightstand with a flower and a 'sorry' note on the top of the plate. I greedily ate the food and swallowed the pills. If I was going to escape I had to be focused and use everything I had to my advantage.

Robin lit his cigarette his eyes squinting in the fog looking out for his fathers purple Lamborghini pulling up to the curb. It has been 4 days since anyone had seen or heard from either you or me. Each day his thoughts got darker. His mind flew away with morbid ideas. His mind pictured us starving in dirty basements or mutilated in a ditch.

He sat down on the street bench putting his hands in his pockets and looked around him in an attempt to quiet the thoughts in his head. A man walking a cart of Christmas poinsettias threw him back into a childhood memory.

Like the fog that surrounded him in present day his memory seemed to be immersed by the same fog. He remembered being in a field of wildflowers behind a house that Harley and J were ‘doing business’ in. I was 7 and he had just turned 9. He remembered hearing laughs and shouts from other kids but all he remembered was chasing me through the foliage, the dark clothes we were wearing contrasting vividly with the colorful flowers.

He chased me with a smile as we ran around the field. He followed my giggles into the tall grass until he tripped skinning his hands immediately noticing my giggling stopped. He was met with silence. He shot up, wiping the dirt from his hands on his pants and looking around. He called out for me but I didn’t answer. He called out again, standing on his top toes trying to look for my mop of braided hair on top of the vivid flowers. He called out for me again starting to run where he thought I had gone off too ignoring now that Harley was calling out for him, having finished whatever business she had in the house. He ran deeper into the growing grass calling my name until he heard Harleys voice getting closer now followed by J. He heard the softest giggle as his parents approached. He called out my name again followed the giggle where he found me in a small hole surrounded by red and orange marigolds. I was laying on my back, my small hands covering my giggling mouth. He furrowed his eyebrows about to yell at me for making him worry until Joker spoke.

“Just another little dead girl in a field.” He said taking my arms and scooping me up. J was an odd creature occasionally he could be very affectionate (though creepy with his words) and the look Harley was giving him showed the love she felt on her face.

“What if you did die?” Robin spat taking out his worry on me.

“I won’t” I said wiggling from J’s arms. “I promise.”

Harley aww’d and pulled both of her children close hugging them tightly. “I promise too my babes.”

He wiped away tears he didn’t realize were falling. Harley had broken that promise, his father ending her before he could say goodbye. What if the girl who had been his closest confidant since they were still orphans were to break that promise too? The necklace Harley had given him as a boy hung heavy around his neck and his throat felt constricted. He threw the cigarette on the ground and stomped on it as though that was the source of his suffocation. But it was useless. He swallowed and his mind shot to you. A mix of guilt added to the overwhelming feelings that overcame him.

Maybe instead of sleeping with you, he should have warned you. He should have convinced you to leave Xavier. He always knew his friend was dangerous. He had heard rumors and heard his coked up confessions about a girl he used to be obsessed with and a child he almost had with her (he had mentioned that in secret to Mark). He had his suspicions about Xavier’s involvement but when he heard Damien mumbling about it he grew angry and weary of his friend. Sure, I had stabbed him but he wasn’t hurt. All he received was couple of stitches and a bruised ego. And what had you done? Nothing that would warrant your death!

‘ITS YOU!’ A sickly sweet voice sung in his mind taunting him. ‘Every pure and good woman who has the displeasure of meeting you dies! Your birth mother, baby Amy, Little Lola and Harley. Why would your sister or your lover be any different. You’re rotted from the inside out and you destroy everything you lay your hands on!’

The green high beams of his fathers car cut harshly through the fog. He got in when it pulled next to him. His father drove fast and erratically, if Robin hadn’t grown up with him then he might’ve been scared. But like him, his father avoided death while those around him died.

“I think your sister is in trouble.” J’s deep voice brought Robin out of his thoughts and he looked at him but the older man was focused on the road.

“I know.”

“You have no clue where she is?” He asked and Robin glared at him before shaking his head.

“No, if I find she would be home. Both of them would.”

“Both?”

“Arianna is missing too.”

He rose up his hand and waved it away. “No she isn’t.” Robin looked at him and rolled his eyes.

“Yes she is! It’s all over the news-“

“She’s with Shawn.” J said annoyed. “They left together and he put her on a plane.

“Wait what?”

“Negan called him today and he’s with her in Greece. She’s fine but your sister is not with them. Meaning she’s actually gone.” Completely thrown off all Robin could do was blink at him. “We have to find her.”

“Why hasn’t Negan said anything?!” Robin growled.

“He found out today when Shawn spent $10,000 on some stupid dress. But there is no movement on your sisters cards-“

“So this whole time Arianna has been in Greece? Why hasn’t she called?” He roared but J’s slow laugh pulled him out of his mania.

“Why do you care so much?” His wicked, red lips curled into a grin. “You have feelings for her?” His laugh suddenly ceased and his lips formed into a straight line he cocked his head and looked at his son. The road not a concern to him anymore. “You better not be planning to leave the family over anyone.” He pressed the break so suddenly Robbin had to put his hands on front of him to keep from banging his forehead in the dashboard. “If you’re not with me you’re useless and I don’t keep useless things around.”

“I know.” Robin said stoically forcing himself to look into his fathers eye. Him and joker started at each other for a few moments in complete silence before a smile overcame the older man. He ruffled Robins hair like a father might do to his young son and continued driving. Robin tried to steady his breathing feeling more angry and confused at the outcome of this. “Where do you think she is?”

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kireimarkeu · 4 years

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To You; l.dh

+another repost! did not make any changes to this work :) p.s this is one of my fav fics i have written :)

summary; bored in quarantine, your boyfriend decides to film himself telling you how much he loves you.

3k words

this was like… ½ edited LMFAO so there might,,, be mistakes…??? this was so tiring to make omfg, enjoy!! lol

also i mixed the name donghyuck and haechan bc i couldn’t choose one lmfao ok!!! bye gn enjoy!! :)))))))

warnings: there’s a word f*t in it

+Day 1 3:34PM

Haechan adjusted the camera, making sure he could be seen. Once he was sure the camera was reflecting him properly, he leaned back against his gaming chair.

“Um,” your boyfriend started, looking everywhere but the camera. “This is awkward,” he says, looking back at the camera.

“I started this, since we won’t be able to see each other for a month- because of quarantine,” he explains, “I honestly have no idea what I’m doing right now,” he laughs.

After a few minutes of pure silence, your boyfriend opened his mouth to continue speaking, “I just feel like— I never really show much love to you?”

There were times where your boyfriend would purposely avoid saying ‘I love you’ or avoid holding your hands whenever the both of you were outside. Honestly, you didn’t really mind, knowing Donghyuck was never the type to show affection.

“It’s hard,” he says truthfully, “The boys knows how much I love you, and it sucks that I don’t know how to show you— or tell you, that I love you.”

Haechan bit his lips nervously, “and, I think this video is- or will prove that I love you?”

He wasn’t sure if he was even making sense at this point.

Your boyfriend groaned, throwing his head back, covering his face with his hands. After a while, he looked back at the camera, “you know what, babe? Just watch the whole thing, okay?”

+Day 4 11:47PM

“Hi,” he smiles, letting out a huff, “this is kinda late, I spent the whole night playing games,” he says guiltily, playing with his fingers, looking away from the camera.

He knows that you didn’t like it when he would stay up until ungodly hours just to play games with his friends. You hated how he would put his health aside just to play games.

He brings his hands up to brush his wet hair.

“Uh,” he sighs out loud, pouting. “I feel bad for staying up late last night, so I’m going to spend the whole night with you today,” he laughs.

Another moment of silence pass.

“I don’t know what to say,” he whines.

He sat there in silence, staring at the ground, figuring out on what to say. Should he tell you about his day?

“Well, I woke up at 5PM today,” he tells you, “I ate dinner with my family— mom cooked chicken today!” he says happily, “Then, I went to call you for a bit because I missed you a little too much,” he pouts.

He scratched his head, “then I showered and now this-“ he says, pointing to the camera.

“Um, it has been 4 days and I miss you too much,” he says truthfully, “facetiming isn’t working, I think I’m going crazy,” he laughs.

+Day 5 7:38PM

He was talking halfway, talking about how much he admires you when his phone started ringing.

“Oh?” he turns around to grab his phone from his bed. A smile formed on his face when he saw you facetiming him.

He turned to the camera to show his screen, “Baby, you’re calling me,” he giggles before quickly answering to your facetime.

“Channie~” you whine cutely when your boyfriend answered your facetime, “what are you doing, hyuckie?”

Usually, your boyfriend would complain whenever you would speak in a cute voice, but he secretly likes it. He secretly likes being babied.

He looks at the camera that was recording the both of you.

“Nothing,” he lies, “why did you call me, loser?”

You huff, raising your arms so he could see you laying on the bed. “I’m bored, hyuckie~ entertain me~”

He leans back on his chair, “wanna play games with me?”

Your face beam at his words, “Okay! I’ll get my X-Box ready now.”

Your boyfriend was the one who bought for you the X-Box. Well, it was an old version, but you loved it, nonetheless. It wasn’t like you played daily— you only played with boyfriend.

“I’ll call you in 5, baby,” he tells you, already walking over to turn on the tv.

“Kay, bye-bye, love you, Hyuckie,” you say in a baby voice, bringing your phone closer to press your lips on the camera.

Donghyuck scrunched his nose in disgust, “yeah, yeah,” he says before ending the call.

He quickly grab the camera that was still recording, he moved the camera closer to press a kiss, “I love you too, y/n.”

+Day 7 3:01PM

“Do you remember when you gave me the teddy bear— Oh my gosh, I feel like a youtuber,” he cackles. He shook his head, focusing back to what he was saying.

“So, do you remember when you gave me the teddy bear?” he asks, “wait,” he says, standing up to grab the tiny teddy bear that was sitting on his bed.

You had bought him the bear during your 200th day with him. Donghyuck didn’t really give the reaction you wanted.

“Do you not like it?” you had asked him, disappointment laced in your voice. You didn’t dare look at him, upset with yourself that you had bought something that he didn’t like.

“No, no!” he quickly replied, wrapping an arm around your shoulder to pull you into his chest, the other holding the tiny bear. “I love it,” he says.

You knew it was a lie. He didn’t seem to like it.

“I love it,” he says, “I know I didn’t show like I did at that time, but I need it with me every time I go to bed.”

He scratches his head, regretting his actions that has had happened months ago.

“No one has ever bought me a bear before,” he explains, “and when you bought it for me, it just felt— I felt, I felt happy? I felt fulfilled? Do you know what I mean?”

“I really wanted to tell you that I loved your present, especially when you had bought me another present a few days later,”

‘it was to make up for the previous present’ was your reason.

It broke his heart when you said that while handing him a couple bracelet. He wanted to tell you how much he loved your gift, but it was so hard for him.

“I hated myself for not being able to tell you the truth, it’s hard—and it still is,” he sighs, “I hope by doing this, I can assure you that I love you..?”

+Day 10 9:34PM

He was in the middle of filming himself when his mother comes in.

“Donghyuck-ah, what are you doing? Do you want some fruits?” his mother asks, looking at his son, not noticing the camera perched on the dressing table.

Instead of answering his mother’s question, he grabs the camera to film his mother.

“Eomma, say hello to y/n,” Donghyuck says.

His mother raised her eyebrows in surprised, “hello my dear y/n~ how are you?”

Your boyfriend giggle from behind the camera, “tell her how much you miss her,”

“I think I miss you more than Donghyuck does,” she jokes. “What is this for, Donghyuck-ah?”

Haechan placed the camera back on the dressing table, turning to look at his mum.

“I’m making a video for y/n until quarantine is over,” he explains as his mother walks in, wrapping her arm around her son’s shoulder.

His mother’s heart warmed at his son’s words.

“You’re growing up way too fast, our Donghyuck~” she cooed, pulling your boyfriend’s cheeks as he whined in pain.

You would also pinch his cheeks almost every time the both of you are together. Whenever you had Donghyuck’s cheeks between your fingers, he would whine, pulling away from your grip.

“Eomma! I want strawberries!” he shouts after his mother left his room.

He turns his attention back to the camera, “Anyways—”

+Day 17 2:35AM

“I really like your eyes,” Haechan confesses dreamily, “your eyes are the colour of shit,” he jokes, “but they’re so shiny, baby,”

The first time he realizes he’s in love with your glimmering eyes was when he brought you out on a date to star gaze. You were staring at the sky, a smile plastered on your face, amazed at how beautiful the sky was.

When you noticed your boyfriend staring at you, you turned to face him. Your eyes captured his heart. How could someone have such bright eyes?

“Oh! And when you smile, you make my heart beat like crazy!” he chuckles.

The first thing that caught Hyuck’s eyes when he had a crush on you was your bright smile. He believes that was the main reason that he fell for you. How you would always have a beaming smile plastered on your face everywhere you go.

He thinks it’s adorable.

The small dimples that was on the side of your lips whenever you smile.

And your adorable little laugh he adores so much.

Or the little birthmark you had on the corner of your mouth.

After talking about you for a while, he let out a satisfied sigh, “I’m so whip for you, you know?”

After 17 days of making videos for you, it started becoming easier for him to show his love for you.

“Everything you do makes me go crazy, do you realise that?” he asks you, “do you realize that everything you do makes me happy? No, you don’t have to do anything, your presence makes me melt.”

He laughs at how he was flirting, “you’re probably laughing too,”

His laughter died down, letting out a tired sigh, “well, it’s late and I’m going to go to bed before you nag at me some more,”

He let out a yawn, “goodnight y/n, I love you so much, you don’t know how happy you make me,”

+Day 20 2:56PM

This time, it was different.

He was filming himself at McDonalds drive-thru.

“Guess who’s this for?” he asks the camera, his gaze on the road. “Yes, you.”

He turns to look at the camera for a second before paying attention on the road, “you didn’t ask me to get you anything but I wanted to get something for you,” he explains.

He was lying, this was just an excuse to see you, even for a second. Even if it’s 6 feet apart. Even if there was a glass between the both of you.

“I think you know the reason why I’m buying this for you,” he says, referring to the food. “To make you fat! You’re right, y/n,” he jokes.

That was also a lie. You tend to eat less whenever you’re stressed.

After he found out that you had a project, he knew how stress you would be, and decided to get food, making sure you eat healthily.

Your boyfriend would never fail to remind you how much he loves your body. No matter shape or size. He has always made sure you feel loved with who you are.

“I think you know the real reason why I’m coming over,” he adds. When he reaches a red light, he turns to look at the camera with a pout, “I can’t help it, I miss you too much, y/n,” he says in a baby voice.

He grimaces at his actions, shaking his head disapprovingly, “I am never doing that ever again.”

A few minutes later, he reached your house. He had texted you to that he was waiting for you outside.

It took you a while to come out, but when you did, you had one of his hoodies over your body.

He loves it when you wear his clothes, it makes him feel all giddy.

‘One day, I’m going to wear all of your clothes’ he would say whenever you steal his clothes.

You walked over to his car, “what the hell are you doing here, dummy,” you ask him, maintaining the distance.

He grabbed the bag of food from the passenger’s seat and passed it to you from the window of his car.

“Brought you food, you unappreciative bitch,” he tells you while you walk up to grab the food from him.

You open the bag to see your favourite food, “my favourite food, too?!” you squeal, “Haechan best boyfie~”

He rolls his eyes, “yeah, yeah, go and finish your project,”

You nodded, the smile not leaving your face.

“I’ll facetime you later?” he asks.

“At 11,” you confirmed.

He nods, signalling for you to go back in. You blow a kiss to your boyfriend before turning around to go back in.

He quickly fishes out his camera, filming you walking back in your house.

“Look at my baby all happy because I brought her food,” he says, “enjoy your food, pretty,”

+Day23 6:07PM

“Day 23,” he breathes out. “I didn’t expect it to go by so fast,” he blurts out.

He puffs his cheeks out, “I don’t want to stop making videos for you, but you would just make fun of me for being soft,”

He had started growing content on making videos for you every day.

“But at the same time, I can finally see you after a month, babe!” he says happily. “I can finally hold you in my arms, we can kiss until the world ends, we can also do it,” he says, wiggling his eyebrows.

Well, he can’t lie he did miss doing it with you.

He sighs, “anyway, when we can finally get together, we can watch movies, then come back to my place and we can cuddle!”

He missed that.

Personally, Donghyuck preferred going over to your place but you preferred going to his place because he had games and a huge bed, and it was just comfortable.

“Ahh,” he groan, “I miss you like crazy! I think I have to end this video early because I wanna facetime you right now,”

He grabs his phone on the table to call you.

“Okay, bye babe, I love you, I’m going to talk to you now!”

+Day 25 4:03AM

“Hi,” donghyuck greet the camera.

Anyone could realise he wasn’t in the best mood.

It took Donghyuck a while to start talking, “we had a fight earlier today,” he says, his voice lace with disappointment and… hurt?

You had texted him just an hour ago, ranting about your homework. When Donghyuck replied to you a minute later, you got angry at him because he was staying up again at ungodly hours.

He didn’t understand why you were so angry because you were awake at the same timing as he is.

“I’m going to give you space, because it’s what you need right now,” he says. “I hope you know I still love you no matter what,”

He bit his lip hesitantly, “I know you don’t like it when I stay up with the boys, but I don’t like you staying up to finish your work either, baby”

He closes his eyes shut for a moment, taking a deep breath. “I hope you don’t get too stressed over school, eat healthily, and make sure you rest from time to time, babygirl,”

He lets out another sigh before reaching for the camera, “I love you,”

+Day 28 7:36PM

Haechan purses his lips, staring at the camera, “today is a bad day,” he starts.

Today he had woke up a little earlier than normal after talking it out with you a few days ago. He decided to get up early and help his mom with cooking, which only resulted him in getting scolded by his mother for making a mess.

After that, he decided to play games with his friends, however despite playing for 5 hours straight, he didn’t get a single win.

Now, he has tried to contact you, but you have not replied to him. Probably busy with school.

He let out a huff, “take a break y/n,” he whines, “focus on me too~”

Letting out a pout he shakes his head, “kidding babe, get those A’s!”

“Well, now I don’t really have anything to do so I’m going to facetime you again, bye babe!”

+Day 30 10:18AM

“Hyuckie!” you call out, running to your boyfriend. When you reached him, you threw your arms around your boyfriend’s neck, making him stumble back a few steps as he grabs on your waist.

You hid your face in his neck, breathing in his scent. He smells so good.

“You’re not going to let go of me until I say so,” you mumble, tightening your grip around his neck.

He chuckles at you, “I won’t let go of you until you say so,”

Donghyuck was satisfied with having his arms wrapped around your waist, his face covered in your hair.

After a few moments of the both of you just holding each other, you finally pull away from your boyfriend.

“Y/n,” he says, making you hum.

“Wait,” you stop him, making him stare at you with wide eyes as he froze on the spot.

“Can you kiss me first?” you ask. His eyes soften at your request. Your fingers trace his bottom lips, “I miss your pretty lips.”

He smiles at your words and nodded. Pulling you closer by your waist, he pressed his lips against yours. Your hands rest on his chest while you both share a needy kiss.

After a few minutes, you pull away, breathless with crimson red cheeks.

Haechan raised his eyebrows as he resumed, “I made something for you,”

You gasped, “what is it?”

He fishes out a CD player. The CD held videos of him explaining how much he loves and appreciates you throughout the whole month.

He passes you the gift.

“Watch this at home?” he tells you.

You grab the CD from his grip, “okay? What is this all about?”

“Just promise me you’ll watch it at home?” he asks again, staring down at you.

“I will! I will!”

After making videos of himself for 29 days straight, Donghyuck have concluded that he was so utterly in love with you. He was so in love with you that he didn’t know how to express how much he adores you.

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urlkssknt · 3 years

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loving can be easy

warnings!! nsfw!! mature content

dad!johnny x wife!reader

the sun shone brightly, casting a warmth that was almost unbearable with its rays. johnny sat at the table that was accompanied with a large umbrella, trying to stay hidden from the blazing sun, much to his dismay, from spending the past week in the sun, a golden glow had accompanied his skin. to compliment his new tan, his wife dressed him up in a white silk button up and black trousers. the sleeves of the shirt were short, just long enough to tease the muscle he was hiding underneath. mentally, johnny thanked jaehyun for forcing him to attend a gym, the time spent there feeling all gross and sweaty paid off when johnny caught his wife ogling him whenever she thought he wasn’t looking. sat by the older man's side, with a book also in his hands, was his son jacob. he had grown tired from playing with his baby sister with the sun blaring down on them and went to seek peace and refuge, in the form of his dad. they had both sat in silence, enjoying the quiet and calm atmosphere.

as the two boys were reading, a little further from them, out of earshot but still in eyesight, was y/n and chunhwa. intentionally, y/n had matched the colour of her dress to her husband's shirt. her soft white dress stopped at her knees and gave a perfect view of her collar bones and slender neck, free of any markings. y/n held her daughter's hand as they both tried to find the prettiest flowers to make a bouquet from. so far they had been successful.

"i'm tired," the four year old groaned as her skin felt sticky with sweat. y/n chuckled before lifting her daughter into her arms.

"let's go back to daddy and jake, hmm?" y/n watched as chunhwa rested her small head against her shoulder. the hot weather had taken a toll on both of the kids. sweetly, y/n caressed her daughter's back.

within a few minutes they had reached the cobblestone path that lead them to the table that johnny and jake were occupying. the sight of her older brother caused chunhwa to stir, wanting to be put down so she could run to him. in her childish eyes, there was no one more perfect than her older brother. chunhwa ran to him as fast as her small little legs could.

"don't run!" jacob said with a scowl, the action didn't go unnoticed by his dad, before scooting in his chair to make room for his sister. jacob began to speak softer at the feeling of johnny’s intense stares, "you could have fell." chunhwa didn't mind getting told off by her brother because it meant he was paying attention to her, just like her dad would pay attention to her mum.

although, there were four chairs spread around the circular table, johnny found himself gesturing for his wife to sit with him. he tucked his chair out slightly, scraping against the gravel on the floor, and held his hands out for her to join him on his lap. johnny always had to have his wife within his arms whenever she was near, she was like an enigma.

"did you find any nice flowers?" johnny asked as he rested his arms around y/n's waist, bringing her close to him as he possibly could. y/n nodded as she chose a single pink flower, from the bunch that were collected, and rested it on johnny’s ear. as sweet as sickeningly possible, johnny smiled at his wife before pressing a chaste kiss to the side of her head.

as soon as the sun began to set, the family of four moved indoors, where the air conditioning was blasting and they were collecting all the items of the second home. johnny had originally planned to buy the cottage they were residing in as a birthday gift for y/n but somehow his father beat him to it and offered it as a wedding gift, claiming that it was all his mother's idea.

despite the heat, the two children were able to fall asleep peacefully in their individual bedrooms, even though it took everything out of y/n to get chunhwa used to sleeping in her own bed. having zero energy left, y/n sighed as she collapsed onto the bed, johnny snorting from beside her. "get your cute ass up, we have bags to pack." he said from his seat on the floor, surrounded by clothes.

"john, i'm so tired," y/n rolled over on the bed to get closer to her husband's side, "can we not just do this tomorrow morning?" with one glance at her exhausted expression, johnny sighed as he left the clothing articles on the floor and joined y/n on the bed. he slipped an arm under her head as the other rested against her waist, rubbing small circles on her hip. y/n let out a content hum as she began to close her eyes.

johnny couldn't suppress the desire to hold her face, his warm hand leaving her hip and caressing her cheeks with his thumb. it had been so long since they had a moment where it was solely just the two of them; no work, no kids, nothing.

“you better not complain in the morning,” johnny began to pepper his wife’s face with kisses, showering her with attention. y/n's eyes fluttered open as she was about to say something to defend herself. however, her husband saw it was an opportunity to kiss her senseless. his hand moved down to cup her jaw as he slowly but deeply kissed her, making her loose all senses. y/n's fingers crushed the silk material of his shirt as she grasped onto his chest.

"the kid's are asleep," she breathed as johnny had pulled back for a moment. only for him to shift their positions, y/n was no longer on her side but lead on her back, staring up at him with full blown eyes. she fought to let out a groan as he unbuttoned his shirt off of him, only to expose his bare torso to her. within the next few seconds, johnny clambered over her again, lips attached with hers, hands trailing down her body leaving a hot burning trail in it's midst. he had nestled himself sweetly between her thighs, a position that they hadn't been in a long time. his lips began to trail down south, teeth grazing against her neck, biting at her skin every so often, before softly kissing her clothed stomach. "how about we make baby number three, hmm?" the idea of her stomach swelling with his child, had increasingly become too much for him to handle. johnny looked up at his wife, the dark look of lust dancing in his eyes. "i'll fuck you on this bed till you become pregnant with my baby," the whispers of his lewd words in y/n's ears left her biting her lip to conceal her moans, it didn't help that johnny’s wandering hands were dipped under her dress, so close to where she needed him most. he could see from her heaving chest and the desire burning in her eyes, that she needed this as badly as he did.

“come on mommy, don’t you want me to fill you up?” johnny’s fingers slipped past her soaked underwear, pressing just the tips of his fingers against her clit. the other hand squeezed the flesh of her soft breast, perfectly accommodating to the size of his palm. y/n whimpered at the sensations, red heat flushing her cheeks. “of course you do,” johnny scoffed at his wife’s face, so desperate for him, “you’re such a slut for me that you already gave me two kids.”

"i swear to god johnny seo, if you don't touch me you won't be having anymore kids," the demanding tone of y/n's voice didn't sit well with johnny’s fat ego and she knew it wouldn't, it would only rile him up. johnny aggressively smashed his lips against hers as a way to shut his wife up. there was no longer any sense of sweetness, just pure desire. he let out a small groan at the feeling of fingers brushing against his bulge, as y/n hurriedly began to unbuckle his designer belt and push his slacks down. a harsh curse was muttered under johnny’s breath as y/n groped his length.

the pair rid themselves of all articles of clothing, leaving them bare in each other’s presence and wandering hands. johnny’s lips found his partner’s once again, kissing with such intensity that he stole all her oxygen. y/n moans were swallowed by johnny as he quickly eased himself into her warm cunt. no matter how often they indulged in each other, the tightness of y/n’s cunt never differed, even after birthing his children.

slowly, johnny began to rock his hips into y/n’s, not being able to stay still in her warmth for long. “you won’t leave this bed till your pregnant, do you understand?” his demand was met with the sound of his wife moaning in agreement under him. johnny smirked, his face full of pride. he had barely touched y/n yet she was already drunk off his ministrations.

johnny knew his wife’s body like the back of his hand. he knew where to tickle to make y/n a giggling mess. he knew where the scar, from when she fell over trying to chase after him, was on her knee. he also knew where to touch to give his wife the most pleasurable orgasm, that would leave her senseless.

one hand fisted into the bedsheets to hold himself whilst johnny’s other hand rubbed small circles against y/n’s sensitive and swollen clit, her walls clenched in response to the overbearing pleasure.

“right there john,” y/n managed to mewl out, she was too afraid that if she said anything more her children might wake up. the last thing either of them wanted was for one of their kids to walk in on them.

johnny lowered himself till he was near y/n’s ear, “ah, did mommy forget what to call me?” despite her disgust at the title, johnny knew that his wife loved it, he could practically feel the effect it had on her and her throbbing walls.

“d-daddy...” y/n threw her head back at the feeling of her husband kissing along her chest, eager to leave marks in the form of multiple blooming bruises. y/n gasped at the feeling of johnny’s lips around her breast, he lightly tugged at her nipple, eliciting a cry from his wife.

the bedroom was quiet, y/n and johnny trying their best to keep their volume at a minimal level. johnny let out a guttural groan when he felt his wife’s cunt spasming around his dick. he was so close. his thrusts became sloppier before completely stilling as his cum filled the walls of flesh. exhaustion slowly began to overcome the man, soft hot breath falling between his wife’s neck.

“i hope we have another boy,” johnny’s voice was low. having no more strength, his body draped over y/n’s, crushing her under him so the poor woman couldn’t leave him, not that she ever would. y/n raked the dark locks of her husband’s soft hair between her fingers. a soft smile falling on her face when she noticed johnny leaning into her touch ever so slightly.

“what do you think about twins?”

#nct johnny #johnny seo #johnny x reader #johnny imagines #johnny smut #nct 127 imagines #nct #nct 127

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riverisnotsafe · 3 years

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Mine.

PAIRING: F!Servant!Reader x Naoya Zenin

WARNINGS: NAOYA ZENIN. Naoya smut. NSFW, Minors DNI. | If you're into any of these: possessive Naoya, breeding kink (?), mentions of overstimulation, jealous Naoya.

A/N: You can call me Noct or River. I’m still fairly new to how tumblr works and how writers and bloggers (?) write their imagines/fics so I do apologize in advance if my writing is not to your liking. I will also post on AO3 under sunflowerpsycho. I'm still trying to improve^^ This was self-indulgent and not edited so pretty all over the place and might be unclear in some parts, sorry bout that.

The reader lowkey a pick me but depends on how you view her, either she's a pick me or she just acts the way she acts to accustom and stroke the lil bitches ego.

“A-ah! Naoya-sama!” you moan his name as he shoots his load deep in you. A few moments of bliss and you were ready to clean yourself. Naoya never liked staying in bed long after sex. He finds it disgusting. All the fluids of sweat, semen and love juices mixed together made his skin crawl. “Oi woman, where are you going?” You haven’t even gotten up but Naoya had you strongly wrapped in his embrace. His cock still deep within you, as if acting as a plug. “I’m gonna wash myself..? You don’t like being dirty like this...usually?” the last bit came out as a question when Naoya buried his head deep into the crevice of your neck. “Ah, I’ll let it pass today. Just stay here. My cum is gonna leak out if you move.” he tried to shove himself deeper, earning an unexpected moan from you. “L-leak out???” Does Naoya have a breeding kink? Is he trying to keep his cum in you???? “N-naoya-sama...are you trying to breed me?” at the mention of breed, you could feel his dick twitch in your core. “Shut up woman.” Ah...so he is and he’s embarrassed to admit. “I feel honoured if that’s what you’re trying to do...” another twitch.

Under that tough misogynistic act, this man is just a boy who thrives on praise, he probably was deprived of any in his childhood, hence the superiority complex. But with you, he’s quite honest. The body doesn’t lie. You were just another servant. He probably paid and slept with many so you never thought of it as anything special. Besides, after all of this dirty work, both of you end up going your separate ways. A servant and the young master. That’s all it is. That is until one of the maids tried stealing from the family, unfortunately from Naoya and he didn’t take it too lightly. A woman and a thief, absolutely the worst. Ever since that, he appointed you as his personal maid, to ensure that only one person will serve him. Only one will enter and exit his quarters. Only one will serve his meals. Only one will tend to him. Only one will follow him around the house. Only one will keep him company when needed. Why did he choose you? Honestly you had no idea. Out of all the servants, clearly you were the least appealing, especially for a man of Naoya’s caliber.

You could never rival the looks of any of the other girls. You were chubby. Your thighs a bit too thick. Your cheeks were puffy. You had no thigh gap. Curves? Well, they weren’t hour-glass curves so you were bedrock bottom ranked. And when it came to family, you were a nobody. All the other servants have been serving the Zenin clan for generations. You were just a nobody who was pulled into the servant life to pay off your parent’s debt. What luck. It took him time though, to make you tend to him sexually. He might have a big ego and any woman would sleep with him but deep down he knew it was only for money and his looks, which he prided on. The sex was always bland. He could care less about the women’s pleasures, he would ejaculate outside, toss them money and demand them to immediately leave. He found them disgusting. Weren’t you just the same?

He had a great face, an even better body and all the riches you could’ve dreamt of, so why has he not tossed you out yet. He for sure can suspect that you’re just the same as all those women, plus, you were even lower, a nobody. Yet, here he is, deep inside you. This has been..about the sixth time you and Naoya have had intercourse. The first three times was when you were just a normal servant. Coincidentally he always found you and forced you to pleasure him. The pay was good so you never complained. After becoming his personal maid, it took a few months to make you fulfil his sexual needs, which is rather strange. A man like knows nothing of consent. He’s a tyrant. What he wants, he can get and he will. So why did he take months to make you fuck him when it was so easy before becoming his personal servant. Who knows? Maybe it was his underlying insecurities asking him to be sure.

“Naoya-sama...may I turn to look at you?” he grunts. “I’ll be sure to avoid any leakage” he nods. You slowly turn your body, still impaled on him. It was a different kind of pleasure but you withheld your moans. Your face are so close. This moment is intimate, for you and him. Almost unreal. He’s gorgeous. That red tint of blush and sex afterglow just added more to his beauty. “Naoya-sama. May I speak more than usual?” “Only because you asked for permission. Proceed.” he avoided looking into your eyes. A shy one. “I appreciate my master’s kindness. Thank you for allowing me to speak. Naoya-sama...please be honest with me. Are you trying to impregnate me? Why? I’m just a lowly servant. I could never be perfect to bear your children, or be a concubine. I have no value. You are too kind. We should stop. I will remove myself now. Thank you for your time master.” You slowly push yourself off him. He grabs your arm harshly, definitely bruising it.

“You said no leakage. And how dare you speak to your master so insolently? How dare you question what holds value to me or not. You are a lowly servant. You’re a filthy no-name bitch. You live to lick my shoes and pick up money I throw on the ground. You are not going anywhere. You are staying on this bed with me in you. You have to be reminded who your master is.” Oooh, you definitely pissed him off. You winced at his words. They were normal, he always told you where your place is so it wasn’t a surprise. “You stupid woman. Now it’s out. You moved and now it’s out.” he sounds disappointed. He was whining like a child. “Naoya-sama!” he plunged into you hard. “Yes, scream my name you stupid bitch.” He went faster and faster. “Don’t cum inside...I’m not worthy master” “Shut your mouth. Worthy? No woman is worthy of me. Selfish. All they care about are themselves. Such an inferior gender thinking what they know is worthy? I decide. I decide your worth.” He changed positions. He pressed both your legs close to your chest. A mating press. He was so deep. The squelching of his previous load acting as lubricant was erotic.

“You. Your lewd body. You were always trying to seduce me. Those luscious thighs. These fat breasts. You were made for child-bearing. The look you make when I fuck you. So in awe, eyes rolling back. Ah. Ah. Sometimes you even forgot payment because you rushed to clean yourself. You were the only memorable one. The sounds you make. You’re erotic. No one else can see or hear you except me. Mine. Mine. Mine.” Naoya drilled you senseless. So desperate to hear you. Desperate to look at your expressions. Desperate to conquer you. “N-naoya-sama! Ah! Ah! Naoya-sama!” You had practically lost any sense and all you could feel was his dick fucking you mercilessly. The veins. The length. The girth. He fit like a glove. He had shaped you to be accustomed to him. “When that no-name clan came yesterday for a meeting. I saw your look. You enjoyed how they all looked at you didn’t you? You slut. You’d want them to fuck you like this right? Only I can though. You smiled and served them. Desperate bitch.” The meeting yesterday?

Your mind wandered. Oh yes, a small clan that are partners with the Zenin in business. The heirs were quite good-looking and well-mannered, how could a lady not feel flattered. You can’t remember if you specifically smiled or enjoyed their small talk. Was being polite not a simple necessity a servant should have towards guests? To ensure their master was not seen as tardy. You can’t remember their names or faces. All you remember was Naoya slipping his hand under your garments and fingering you. “You enjoyed people watching right? Especially since they were good-looking. I WAS RIGHT THERE WITH YOU. Disgusting piece of shit.” He got even rougher. You don’t know how many times you’ve orgasmed and how many times Naoya had ejaculated in you but he was still at it. He’s jealous huh.. how strange. A man that could have anything and anyone in the world was strangely possessive of a worthless woman like you. “You can’t show them those expressions. Mine. Your kindness mine. Your sounds. Mine. You’re my servant.” he sounds sad.

Despite being in subspace, you unintentionally reach out to your master and cub his face. “Naoya-sama. I love you.” Those unintentional words made the malicious man slow down his pace. “What did you say?” Is he angry? Oof, all the best dealing with another tantrum. You couldn’t feel anything. Legs sore. Your mind had wandered. The pleasure had made you dumb yet the little consciousness you have for your master remained. “I love you, Naoya.” His cock twitched. “Again” “I love you.” “Again” “I love you, Naoya-sama”. All that repeating made you come to your senses. “I don’t remember the men from yesterday. All I remember were your thick fingers in me. My expressions and mewls were for you. If this body is what you want then I will offer it all to you, my master. Ask, you are my master after all. All of me is yours.” You get up a bit, and stagger, he fucked the life outta ya. “Master, allow me to speak.” a small dumbfounded nod. You slip a hand onto his cheek and kiss him. Both of you never shared a kiss.

It was too intimate for a servant to kiss their master. Only their betrothed would be worthy but you couldn’t help it, you needed to assure this man-child, you were no one else’s. “Master, I-“ “Naoya. When we’re alone call me Naoya.” a small smile crept onto your lips. “Naoya, breed me.” His face was flushed. That’s exactly what he wanted. Through the night, he fucked you in every inch of the room. Both of your fluids and smell, absolutely drenched his quarters. He never once ejaculated outside. Every drip of his semen was in your womb, he wouldn’t even pull out, in fear it would leak. Shower? He fucked you while showering too. His animalistic senses stopped when a knock on the door came.

“Lay down with your back arched. It can’t leak.” He put on a robe and answered. A woman’s voice. “Naoya-sama. Naobito-sama is calling for you.” “Tch. Annoying old man” he slams the door shut. “Oi. Arch even more.” He came back to you. “I’m going to put this in you so you don’t spill.” He was holding, A DILDO? This man has a dildo? “N-naoya-sama, t-thats...” “Some servant I had my way with some time ago left it to fuck with me. I kept it not knowing what it was but now the shape looks like it’d plug you up good.” A servant he had his ways with huh. You were just another one right. He seemed to have noticed your train of thought. “Stupid woman. That servant is long gone. And now. You’re mine. No other stupid bitch except you. Stop thinking nonsense. Maybe I’ll remind you a bit more. That old man can wait.” He unrobed and pounced you. You definitely can’t walk for a few days.

“I’ll plug you up and we’ll go see the old man” he sounds, quite joyful. “If you move and leak, I won’t hesitate to fill you up again.” Ah. He’s definitely Naoya Zenin. “Naoya-sama” you smile. “What? You should be grateful that I’ve allowed you to speak so many times since last night.” You can’t help but giggle. A slight blush forms on Naoya’s face. “How dare you laugh at m-“ you pull him in for a kiss. He reluctantly kissed back. “Naoya-sama, I love you.” you smiled. He thrusted into you without warning. “The old man can definitely wait. You filled with my child is more important.” God knows how many times he’d come in your womb without pulling out, there’s no way you’re not pregnant. “Naoya-sama...let’s stop here...I can’t walk properly if we continue, then a different servant will have to serve you.” He was about to argue but held his tongue. “Fine.” He pulled out and slowly shoved the dildo in. Looks like he’d rather have wobbly-legged you than another servant. You can't help but smile. “Go shower and meet me back here. And clean the room after meeting with the old man. The smell...erotic but dreadful. Wash everything.” “Yes my master.” You hurriedly got clothed and rushed to the servant quarters to clean up. You were happy. What a weirdo.

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thetfchangingroom · 4 years

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Smooth Sailing

This is a terrible idea, James thought to himself, the “idea” here being a body swap with the captain of his parent’s prized yacht. Then again, if he hadn’t lied to that smokin’ hot chick from the party about knowing how to drive a boat, he wouldn’t have had to swap bodies with the old fart in the first place.

Conversely, captain McFadden was having the time of his life. He’d always had a soft spot for the Thurston’s incredibly dumb — and incredibly hot 27-year-old son, though “soft” wasn’t exactly a good word to describe the captain’s feelings for James, since it was difficult to stay “soft” whenever James would stumble into the bridge, drunk, half-naked and asking for some stupid shit like “can I snap a pic with the big wheel for my insta?”

But what James has asked for that day exceeded even the wildest expectations of the horny, middle-aged captain. “It’ll only be for an hour,” James pleaded (as if McFadden needed convincing) “just make it look like I know how to sail, and then we can swap back. I promise!” James spoke as if he were getting the better end of the bargain. This girl must be really hot, the captain thought, though he might not be the best person to judge that. He was very, very gay, and getting to spend some time in the young man’s photo-ready body had been a fantasy he’d jerked off to many-a-time.

So they came to an agreement: one hour in each other’s bodies. The cap would show off his “legendary” sailing skills, while James would stand back, and wait until his girl was properly impressed. They’d swap back, and it would be as if nothing had ever happened.

But things rarely go according to plan when it comes to swapping bodies. Because who’s to say which parts of you get swapped… and which parts stick around?

Everything seemed normal at first. Well, as “normal” as things could be after a body swap. McFadden felt incredible: the first thing he noticed was how much lighter he was. He’d jumped from 270 pounds to 185 — and lost all of the body fat he’d been accumulating from sitting behind the wheel for the last forty years. He must have spent five full minutes just posing in the mirror, running his hands over James’ muscles.

“Stop that!” James pleaded in the captain’s raspy old voice. He, on the other hand, felt weird as fuck. He gripped his fatty, flabby new body with a mix of wonder and disgust. The captain had really let himself go, and now James was paying the price. He also had to keep itching and adjusting McFadden’s package; turns out his body wasn’t the only thing about him that was “big.”

Jesus, James thought, I didn’t need to know how big this guy’s dick is. Gross! He kept reminding himself that this was a means to an end, that in less than an hour, he’d be back in his cabin, back with is girl, and balls deep inside her.

And that’s when James began to notice something was wrong. Because all of the sudden, the thought of fucking his girl made his dick shrivel and shrink (which, thankfully, made it easier to walk around). But every time he looked at his own body behind the wheel, sweaty and smiling and shirtless, he had to struggle to hide his erection. Maybe I’m just a little obsessed with myself, James reasoned. But this was no ordinary narcissism; James and the captain hadn’t just swapped bodies…

They’d swapped sexualities.

“Where’s the horn?” Jame’s girl asked in a dumb, airy voice. They were all three in the bridge now: McFadden at the helm, his girl on his lap, and James standing awkwardly behind the E.O.T. in an attempt to hide his criminally large boner.

“You wanna hear it?” McFadden said seductively. Never in a million years would he have expected to be turned on by such a ditsy, feminine presence. But the way she studied his body with those “fuck me” eyes made a tent in James’ $100 board shorts. As he reached up to blare the fog horn, he let his erect cock brush against the side of her thigh. With one hand, he honked the horn, forcing James to jump back in surprise. With the other, he slipped a finger under her hot pink bikini. Just as he suspected: she was wet as the ocean.

“Thanks a bunch cap,” McFadden said as he hoisted the giggling girl over his shoulder and made for the door, “I’ll be in my cabin if you need me.” He gave her ass a hearty slap, causing her to squeal.

“W—wait!” James stammered, sweating like a stuck pig. “Y—you said—“

“Said what?” The captain smiled. Then, he leaned in and whispered: “it’s only been twenty minutes, son. I’ve still got forty. That was the deal, right? One hour?”

As much as James hated to admit it, the old fart was right. McFadden pointed down at his former crotch. “Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll have a lot of fun taking care of that.”

And with that, they were gone, leaving James alone, frustrated, and horny as all hell. Just as the captain had been every day sailing on the Thurston’s yacht.

He spun around and dropped his pants. McFadden’s dick was even bigger than it felt, near the size of a beer can and leaking fresh pre all over the spotless deck. James wanted to feel disgusted. He wanted to gag at the sight of the fat old captain’s hairy bear cock — his cock.

But more than anything, he wanted to stroke it. He wanted his own, hot muscular body to get down on all fours and suck it dry. He wanted to bend over the radar and let his own body take him from behind. He wanted to be fucked. He wanted to be used. He wanted… to… oh no…

“GAGHHH!” James growled as he soaked the bridge with his cum. Turns out McFadden was a grower, a shower, and a shooter. James would never look at the salty sea captain the same way again, not now that he knew what the poor guy had to endure watching him strut around the boat half-naked all the time. Sometimes, it takes walking around in someone else’s shoes to learn some decency and respect. James had to learn that the hard way.

The very, very hard way.

#male transformation #transformation #tf #body sawp #male body swap #straight to gay #gay to straight #bear transformation #bear tf #jock transformation #jock tf #straight #age progression #Age Regression

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kaisa-ryo · 3 years

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Attention deficit (pt. 1)

jujutsu kaisen

Characters: Itadori Yuji, Satoru Gojo, Megumi Fushiguro, Inumaki Toge, Sukuna Ryōmen, Nanami Kento, Suguru Geto

Warning: English isn't my native language!

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Itadori Yuji

Itadori in this situation acts, oddly enough, completely primitive. The less attention he sees from you, the more he tries to get him back. In other circumstances, this might even seem exaggerated, but here and now this is the most critical moment. What does he do? Yes, everything in a row: drops the book, turns its pages, rummages in the bag, humming softly to himself, and so on ... And all this continues until it comes to stroking the hips and lightly squeezing one palm, while the other rewrites the abstract ...

- I miss the old y/n. - he gives out with sadness in his eyes.

At this moment, the game of interest begins: you feel how simultaneously there is a feeling of spontaneous and purposeful manipulation, how you are gently and imperceptibly pushed towards the long-awaited goal.

In such a situation, one could easily succumb, but you, resisting this, answer:

- Yuji, I'm very busy right now.

It would seem that a strong guy fights curses, trains with the strongest shamans, but with ordinary words it is so easy to break.

It's hard for you to realize that right now he is depressed because of you. It's unusual to see a sad Yuji almost always smiling and making others do the same. Especially you.

And so you compromise, intertwining your fingers, frowning slightly and pretending to listen to something inside yourself ... After that, Yuji remains in this position for a long time, as if afraid to frighten you off, because now such closeness between you is too valuable to miss out.

Satoru Gojo

It turns out that sometimes even acting like a fool doesn't help you pay attention to Gojo. First, the way you constantly focus on the same thing, so that the words in your speech get confused, takes on a comic character, and he comes to the idea that, for no reason, for no reason, you decided that work is more important to you than himself. Then you stop paying attention to him altogether. You no longer look at him from under your brows, do not frown at the idiotic jokes with which he is trying to distract you, as it was yesterday. Satoru notices that you are much smaller. He is puzzled and even confused. Finally, it occurs to him that you just have nothing to do, and comes up with the craziest idea to entertain you.

- What are you doing? - a voice of a man sounded nearby, who had been watching you with interest for some time.

There was no answer. However, it is not surprising.

- Okay, okay, you don't have to answer... - He looked away.

This was his usual technique. After asking several meaningless questions, he suddenly fell silent, as if giving you the opportunity to think over the answer properly, and he himself imperceptibly removed, leaving you in complete confusion. But this time, due to the circumstances, the technique had to be slightly changed.

In the next moment, he was already pressing you to him and, taking advantage of this, with his other hand began to explore the curves of your body. The reaction was as if you were doused with boiling water or doused with cold water.

- What are you doing? - You asked in a trembling voice.

- Checking to see if you got fat after we lost sex. - still clinging to you, he answered. You were taken aback and began to push him away from you.

- I have not grown fat, let me go! You barked, feeling his arms tighten. - Let go! Fool! Let go!

Hands rested on your back, and he began to rock you slowly, stretching the moment when you finally stop resisting.

- It's okay, y/n. You just need to calm down. - he whispered, not hearing your words.

There is a mess in my head, the goal of your resistance has fled somewhere, and you start desperately hugging the man while he grins at the fact that he managed to do what he wanted.

Megumi Fushiguro

Megumi is not one of those who will behave like a child, attracting attention to herself when you do not even know the reason for her loss. He will speak to you as soon as he notices it.

- Do you want to talk about it?

You rub your eyes with fatigue, but you shouldn't ignore Fushiguro's question, because it concerns the two of you. No matter how serious his intentions are, he will always be there to remind you that you can talk to him about what worries you.

- I... will hardly give any good advice, but I will try to make it easier for you after the conversation. Megumi continues after a minute of your silence.

Even such a seemingly small detail as being able to talk to someone else significantly reduces stress and other not-so-good emotions. And the guy knows it.

- You can always count on my help. - already with a drop of confidence he says, and it's like the touch of a soft, pleasant hand on your shoulder. Of course, he does this primarily because he is worried, but this is only a secret cover for the fact that he is upset that you turned away from him, without noticing the real reason.

"Fushiguro, if I do this, I don't know... I... will feel like this..." The words elude you. It’s hard to even think about what you’ll say next.

The guy spreads his arms to give you room to hug and apologize, but you just put your head on his shoulder. You don't want to talk about anything else. The chest against which your head is pressed turns into a pillow. And then a quiet voice is heard:

- I'm not mad at you. You can stay here as long as you like.

But here you won't need anything as long as Fushiguro is around.

Inumaki Toge

Not surprisingly, the first thought that comes to him is "it's all because of the damned speech."

Does he talk to you too little? Maybe he is too quiet and invisible for you? Perhaps you are afraid that someday he will take control of you? From such questions echoing in my head, my jaws come together and a lump appears in my throat. But the worst thing is that Toge begins to doubt his right to meet with you, because he cannot even talk to you with dignity, as a person to a person. Even your sweet persistence, which sometimes breaks through the boundaries of ordinary attempts to turn the conversation back on track, does not help. As a result, when it comes to your attention deficit, he begins to think that all this time you did not notice him, as if he was one of those whom you forgot on the first day.

- Okaka? - the young man has been trying to attract your attention with his eyes for a long time, but it seems that even words cannot help.

- Sorry, Toge. I'm not in the mood today...

The guy was actually a perfectionist and would rather have your smile shine every day. I wish he could turn back time right now, scroll to the moment when something went wrong and fix it at any cost.

Inumaki tucked a lock of your hair behind his ear to see your face behind it. He knew you had flawless skin and plump, sensual lips. He would admire your face for hours.

The next second, the blond rested his head on your lap, looking into your eyes. You liked such cute things from him. They weren't vulgar or inappropriate. They were what she needed.

You smile faintly and stroke the hair on the back of his head, touching his cheek with your fingertips.

Sukuna Ryōmen

This is the case when Sukuna uses passive aggression. Slightly wrong, some small sign of ignorance - his speech turns into direct pressure on your relationship with him. He can really hurt you a lot if you don't appreciate his efforts to make you even a little happier. Most often they are small and insignificant, the kind that anyone would do, but for the King of Curses, this is really something grandiose. And since he has many ways to destroy your relationship, if you think he made a mistake, remember how it hurts him.

- Will you ignore me again? - Sukun asked with imperious anger, the last pieces of despair were dying in his soul. - And where is your mercy? If I have become disgusting to you, why do you continue to need me?

There was nothing to answer. It was not pride that tormented him at all, but an ever-deeper regret that with your equanimity you just caused another outbreak of rage in him. Most of all, the thought that you, perhaps, does not even notice it, and your eyes clouded with pain glide over something that is very dear to him, terrified him.

The dead silence continued, and my chest ached more and more. Then there was a soft groan:

- Y/n, I love you.

Tears ran down your cheeks, but did not brush them away with my hand. You knew it wasn't going to help. Bitter emotions generated by the word "love" are not able to be burned out on the face, like the sun on clay. You can't stop feeling. And all the same, looking at you was as painful as seeing your motionless glazed gaze.

He hugged you from the back as soon as he felt that you were repenting. Like the time you forgave him for calling you your own. He had strong hands - you can be sure. He was very gentle. You felt less pain. Maybe in the future it will be difficult for him to remember this, but now he tightly squeezed you in his arms and was so affectionate that you wanted him to never let you go.

Nanami Kento

He begins to suspect that something is wrong very early. First, morning kisses disappeared somewhere before leaving for work, then sincere conversations at the table, and then completely short meetings with glances. Moreover, the last remnants of intimacy are gone. Nanami began to think that something had happened to you. He always tried to protect you from any problems. And so you found yourself right in front of him, so closed and detached, he could not so easily take away the comfort and peace that he had been creating for so long and skillfully. And first of all, of course, he will lend you a helping hand to make it easier for you as quickly as possible.

A perplexed look will appear from under dark eyelashes after a man touches your forehead with his palm. It seems that the whole thing is not about health.

- You don't have a fever. He began.

- I know, thanks.

But Kento was clearly hinting at something.

- So what's up? - then you know what Nanami means. But she said nothing.

- Y/n, I do not want to impose anything on you, I just need to know what is happening to you so that our relationship with you does not suddenly go downhill.

The man took your hand and brought it to his lips. Nanami felt that if he said something now, he would commit tactlessness. And so he was silent, waiting for your answer.

- Sorry... - Tears began to burn my eyes. - I am very, very ashamed. I... it's just hard for me now, but it will pass by itself. I'm sure.

You pressed as tightly as possible to the man, hugged him and buried your face in the chest. He put his hand on your head encouragingly. I already didn't care about the problem as a whole. Now for you there was only what you felt - his soft stroking, the smell of a strong male body, warmth and care, and there was nothing but that.

Suguru Geto

He will take it calmly, without intention. But she won't ignore it. Often he will offer tea or something else, just to get at least one word out of you, in an attempt to bring you into conversation. He will not touch you without asking, because he knows about the value of personal space. And yet, for a while, it can fiddle with spontaneous statements in order to simply take away the soul and break a long silence.

- I see your day is going well... - Geto smiles with restraint. - Lots of news for me?

Guessing that he is once again trying to create a dialogue between you was almost nothing. But you are, of course, silent.

- I see. - Suguru sits down next to you, as close to your side as possible, not giving a damn if you don't like it.

- Maybe I offended you in some way? - he continues. - Or are you just not too open in your thoughts?

- Nothing. It's okay. - you throw.

- But it seems to me that no. - he takes your hand in his, as if trying to make you smile. “I think you have something to tell me, don’t you? He raises his eyebrows, expecting your reaction. Instead of answering, you grimace with a shrug. Suguru repeats the question:

- So what happened? Why don't you want to share your thoughts with me?

- What would you like? You ask. - Would you be happy to know that there is a perfect girl with great manners, beautiful and intelligent, whom you deserve?

To be honest, Suguru did not expect such an answer. You can see that he is a little dumbfounded, but quickly comes to his senses. And then he starts laughing - so sweet and sincere that you start to feel embarrassed and blush with shame.

- And I was already expecting something more terrible. He laughs. - Okay, be it your way. I'm not a particularly sentimental person. I do not know what to say.

- Tell me you feel terribly in love. - grabbing his wrist, you say.

The brunette makes a startled face again. But you do not retreat - you hold him for a few more seconds, forcing him to surrender. - Only from the bottom of my heart ...

- Y/n, I feel terribly in love with you and will never fall in love again next time. So? He asked, grinning.

Wiping away the tears of happiness, you hugged him without words, while he, hugging you with one hand, exhaled with relief.

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yunkiwii · 3 years

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—potions gone wrong—

☆ hogwarts au ☆

pairing: bsf!hyunjin x gn!reader | ft. jeongin and mentions of minho

supportive oc: angela, female

genre: sfw. comedic and chaotic, may be considered fluff by some people

wc: 2.4k

warnings: hints of jealousy, mentions of illegal (magical world wise) actions, potion-induced obsession

a/n: i'm pretty sure that in the harry potter series amortentia doesn't work the way i described here, but let's just ignore that shall we? ♡

summary: two boys decide to make a love potion to conquer the crush of one of them. unfortunately, something seems to have gone wrong and y/n needs to step in..

shout out to: ficscafe prompt dialogue event ♡

↳ "I'll give you 20 bucks if you kiss me."

↳ "I don't think that's legal, but we can work around it."

↳ "Shut up, this isn't a wattpad fanfic"

Completely imersed in the pile of books you gathered in the library in order to try and understand more about potions, you get startled when a boy throws himself into the chair next to you, a yellow stripped tie hitting your head in the process.

"I'll give you 20 bucks if you kiss me."

"What? No!", you give him a disgusted and confused look before digging your head into the old dusty pages again.

"Come on!! Angela keeps coming to me trying to snuggle and kiss me and-", as dramatic as he is, Hyunjin pretends he is going to be sick, exaggerating on the nasty sounds way too close to your ear.

"What? Why?", your bestfriend finally caught your full attention as you turn to face him, "Wait, Angela as in like, Angela your major crush perfect-Angela? Weren't you supposed to like, I don't know, enjoy the attention?" But then the face he makes, his cheeks turning shades of pink as his gaze drifts away from you and he sinks down in his chair in embarrassment, realization hits you, "No! No you did not! Are you like what, dumb?", you flick is head inducing a loud squeal to come out his mouth.

"It was Jeongin's idea!", his voice three pitches higher than before, "And I can't be that dumb if I managed to make that stupid love potion work. But that's beside the point, will you do it or not?"

"Do what? Kiss you? And how will that help you dimwit?", you went to flick his head again because, to be fair, he deserved it, but Hyunjin knew you too well and held your hand in time to stop you from hurting his pretty face, as he likes to state.

"To break the curse! Make her give up on me by making her think we're together or something!"

"What curse? There is no curse! And she isn't even thinking right now, she might just kill me out of jealousy!", at this point you're pratically yelling at each other and are forced to leave the library, resuming this odd conversation on your way to Ravenclaw's common room.

"I still can't believe you let yourself go with what Jeongin tells you. He's evil you know?"

"Should've guessed by the green scarf huh?", you slap his arm lightly, not very fond of the jokes made regarding the fact your other best friend is a Slytherin.

"So, how do I solve this?", he basically pleas at you as you sit down on the desk next to the fireplace, as far away as possible from your housemates. Every two in three students has made, or attempted to make, some sort of potion or spell to have something in their advantage. However, amortentia wasn't just "some potion", and if some were to find out that Hwang - head in space - Hyunjin succeded at his attempt they would never leave his poor ass alone, so for now your plan was to keep this subject as low-key as possible.

"Marry her." you say nonchalantly while, without his knowledge, already looking up all about amortentia, its possible side effects and how long it would take to wear off - if ever-, receiving a whine in return.

"It was really fun at first, you know? The flirting was cute, the smooches were great," and boy he put some emphasis on that adjective,"but now it's like she's obsessed with me! She's clingy and talks with that annoying voice and I can't seem to get rid of her!" Hyunjin throws himself face down into the old couch and whines again, words muffled by the pillow where he burried his face. "She's probably standing right outside the door just now!"

"Wait, what do you mean it was fun at first? How long has this been going on Hwang Hyunjin? And why am I only knowing of this now?", you turn around in your chair way too fast, hitting with your knee on the other chair next to you before facing the mop of brown hair all spread around the blue pillow.

"Well, I barely ever saw you all week!", the boy turns his head just the minimum amount to look at you, "You're either with your nose buried in those old books, or with your hands all over Lee Minho! Not my fault you no longer have time for your friends..."

"First of all," you pull out the pillow he's laying on, his face falling on the black cushion as a few curses leave his lips, "lower your tone! I did not spend the week with my hands all over Minho, I am tutoring him in potions!"

"Which you're not that good at, that's why you walk everywhere with those fat books..." Hyunjin rolls his eyes at you as he recovers the pillow from your hands again, "Don't deny it (y/n), you've got the hots for him!"

"Oh sweetie, I sense jealousy in your tone... is that why you gave Angela a poorly made potion?", you show him the page you've been reading between the backs and forths of your not so relevent argument, only for him to realize the potion should've worn off two days ago. Instead, it only got worse. "Perhaps you could use some reading too huh?"

The boy rips the book from your hands, grunting between his teeth sounds you doubted to be words as he makes his way out, only to shut the door as soon as he opens it, squealing loudly when his eyes meet the ones from the Gryffindor's brunette standing right in the middle of the hallway.

"I'm telling you (y/n), she won't leave me alone! It's like she's obsessed!", Hyunjin keeps his back against the door, afraid the girl could open it by some miracle driven by her potion induced feelings, hence she doesn't have the password.

"Well, you see Hyunjin... that's because she is! And it's your fault, you should simply face it..."

"Oh I'm going the kill Jeongin...", the boy grunts ignoring your words completely as the whines coming from the other side of the door overlapped them, "Can you go get him? Or get rid of her?"

You make your way to the door Hyunjin refuses to unblock and, when words and pushes didn't make the tall boy move, you had to resort to your wand, although the simple threat was more than enough for him to make way for you. He stayed hidden in the corner as you parted the door slightly to tell the girl her beloved had disapparated from there, and she should probably look at the quidditch court. The fact she believed you only proved how strongly she was affected by the potion, since everyone knew Hyunjin would never go to a sports court by his free will and disapparating into and out Hogwarts wasn't possible at all.

As soon as the path got clear you both made your way to the shrieking shack through the whomping willow everyone was so afraid of, but that was exactly why the three of you claimed it as your secret meeting place.

Jeongin was already waiting as you sent him a message through your magic notepad when you got rid of Angela, and you had to secure Hyunjin to not throw the book at the Slytherin boy who only laughed in return. The laughter didn't last long though, because you only stopped Hyunjin so you would be the one scolding the younger one, flicking his head the same way you did to the lover boy earlier.

"Hey! What did you do that for?", the boy frowned at you rubbing his forehead.

"To bring you back to reality, so you can both fix the mess you made!"

"But what's the problem?" Jeongin looked at you with honest confusion on his face, "Is this about the potion? You know that thing wears off in like a week or so right?"

"Exactly... do the math now genius..." Hyunjin rolls his eyes before leaning his back against the spiderweb covered walls.

The three of you spent the whole afternoon trying to figure out what went wrong in the first place, you analyzing every single detail of the procedure, and the boys trying to recreate every step they took to reach the final product. But, after hours of research and theories nothing seemed to have gone wrong, well except for the exaggerated and long-lasting effect of the potion.

"We should just obliviate the poor girl..." suggested Jeongin at one point, head in his hands as a sing of withdrawal.

“I don’t think that’s legal, but we can work around it...” You agree with him closing the book you were now reading for the fifth time.

"Are you guys serious? Because that sounds great! Can we get away with it?" Hyunjin's eyes were sparkling in hope as he shifted in his seat to a more straight up position, ready to do whatever it took to get to walk in peace around the school, without being unexpectedly smooched in the cheek and squezeed into a hug every time the girl spotted him.

"No, it's a joke!" You both sigh at your friend's desperation before calling it a day, deciding to resume your research first thing in the morning.

As per usual, you met with the boys for breakfast at the dining hall, though this time they weren't alone and you couldn't help out a giggle when Angela, as glued to Hyunjin as possible while feeding him something funny looking with a spoon, winked at you as soon as you sat in front of her and next to Jeongin. The latter looked almost as horrified as the pampered boy, and you had to focus to try and keep yourself from bursting into laughter before the scene that was unfolding in front of you.

Hyunjin looked like an annoyed pouty baby slumped in his chair - as an attempt to go unnoticed -, while the smiley girl, - one that seemed to have way too much energy in the morning -, pulled some strands of the boy's hair behind his ear before kissing his cheek, "You're so pretty Hyunnie-jin, and I hate to leave you," the girl pouts as she pinches his cheeks rather aggressively, "but don't worry sugarplum, I'll be waiting for you in the astronomy tower when you leave class." This time the kiss is aimed at his lips, but Hyunjin antecipates her intentions and dodges his head with a slick move, just not fast enough to be fully free of her, ending up with her lips awkwardly attached half to his jaw, half to the corner of his lip.

"So you decided to give in?" You couldn't help the grin that was forming on your face, finding it hilarious how the universe always had a way to keep things balanced.

"Shut up. I had to if I didn't want to starve myself, it was one sacrafice I was willing to take." Hyunjin furiously rubs his face with a napkin, as if it would erase the memory of the previous demonstration of affection.

"I say it's the karma, you were basically playing and manipulating her the moment you gave her the potion, now you face the consequences."

"It's like she's taking revenge..." Jeongin mumbles more to himself than to his friends, but he was still heard, and had now two pairs of eyes locked on him waiting for a further explanation to what seemed to be a pretty plausable theory. "We already concluded we didn't do anything wrong, right?"

"Yes, it's still hard to believe though..." you take a sip of your pumpking juice with a raise eybrow, honestly still impressed at how they pulled that off.

"So what if she got aware that Hyunjin gave-"

"We, Jeongin, we!! This wasn't just me okay? I just got the, uh, benefits?"

"Ok, sure, whatever... What if she became aware that we," emphasis on the pronoun as he glanced at Hyunjin, "gave her a potion and now that it wore off she is pulling this act as a pay back? Because, according to our lover boy, if it was nice at first then why would she suddenly start acting all obsessively?"

Both you and Hyunjin took a moment to reflect on this new theory, one Jeongin was really proud of as showed by his smug grin when he crossed his arms and relaxed back in his chair.

"I hate to admit it, but that makes a lot of sense... and explains why she winked at me when I got here..."

"Okay yes, she is faking it... why else would she wink at (y/n) when I'm the one she's supposed to be focused on?", the boy threw his arms up with a questionting - and slightly offended - look.

"Time for confrontation!" you were already standing up with Hyunjin following the lead, but you held yourselves back when you realized Jeongin wasn't moving, looking between the both of you still grinning.

"I've got a better idea..."

It was a terrible idea, you thought, and wanted no part in it at all so you let the boys discuss the details while you just sat there judging their poor life decisions.

The plan was for Hyunjin, instead of confronting her and get it over with as you suggested, to play along as if he too was deeply in love with her, and see who would break out of character first. As much as you tried to explain how childish and stupid the plan was, the boys simply wouldn't listen to you, convinced this was the best idea they've ever had.

Hyunjin got oddly excited about this and ran to astronomy class, already antecipating the act he would pull off when he'd see the girl waiting for him at the bottom of the stairs when he'd get out, leaving you and Jeongin alone in the dining all. The contrast of your opinions on this was pretty clear in your faces, Jeongin laughing loudly, you furrowing your brows and shaking your head in disapproval.

Then, all of a sudden, the boy stops laughing and looks at you, "What if they actually end up falling in love after all this?"

He sounded seriously concerned yet amused at the same time, while you only rolled your eyes at him before collecting your books and leaving for class as well.

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Insatiable ( Jungkook x Oc ) Chapter 8

Pairing : Jeon Jungkook x OC

Rating 18+

Genre : Vampire Au!!!! , DILF! Jungkook ! Bodyguard AU! Babysitter OC! Age difference!!!

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Chapter 8

“Heartbreak looks good on you...” My sister commented impishly, watching me slip the teardrop earring into my lobe, the ruby red stone glinting in the dimlight of the bedroom.

It was a couple of weeks since my uncle had come over and today, all the important clan leaders from around the country would be heading over to pay their respects to him. As one of the oldest surviving vampires, he commanded a lot of respect and no one really wanted to be on his bad side.

Which just made me love Jungkook all the more because I couldn’t forget how he’d literally thrown himself in between us that day. I wanted to give him everything in return but apparently, all i was allowed to give him was space.

My father had visited me everyday , giving me a very cryptic, ‘ I’ll make sure the two of you get your happy ending, dearest but you need to trust me and stay away for a while. Just a while. ’.

But it seemed so impossible, so far away and just so unlikely that I was beginning to lose hope.

It didn’t help that I hadn’t actually seen Jungkook in these two weeks . Namjoon took his place and my only connection to him was Joowon , who told me his father was busy ...that he stayed with Hwasa most evenings . I felt jittery and nervous and even more so today because of the lavish party being hosted in the Grand Ball Room, which was easily the biggest room in the entire estate. The last time it had been opened was for my parent’s wedding a whole two centuries ago.

For once I couldn’t hide in the daycare in sweats. My uncle apparently insisted that i be present for the party tonight.

It only made my anxiety skyrocket.

I was a mess when it came to formal parties with century old vampires. I had all the formal training of course, but still the etiquette lessons were long forgotten and lot of those cranky old bats had very archaic ideas about what was allowed and what wasn’t.

I didn’t want some entitled century old vampire pawing at my neck for a drink tonight. I really didn’t.

But i had done my part. Put on a red dress, the backline dipping all the way down to the base of my spine , let one of the make up artists in the clan have a go at my face and even put on blood red lipstick.

I grunted , trying to yank the small lace and leather garter up my thigh. It had a holster for a dagger, the small ornate silver one that all the women in the clan carried. The dagger was crafted with the Hwang crest on its handle and I carefully sheathed it in, patting my thigh to make sure it wouldn’t slip down my limb.

“Don’t make fun of my misery.” I glared at her and she actually laughed.

“Sera, you feel too much too deeply. Jungkook isn’t going anywhere. He’ll come around. “ She said gently.

I shook my head.

“I don’t want to wait though. I... I don’t know why I hate waiting but I do..”

“He looks like a kinky bastard. Tell me, did you guys try anything ...I don’t know..risky?”

Nothing riskier than getting edged in front of a whole hotel full of guests and then getting fucked in the back of a car. Oh, did I tell you he spit in my mouth? And I loved it.

“Not really.” I lied but I could feel my face heating up as I turned around, back to the mirror as i felt my ears burning.

My sister shrieked so loud I jumped, nearly knocking over the bottle of perfume on the dresser.

“Oh my God, Sera, you naughty little bint! Tell me now!!!” She screeched and i flushed.

Like hell i was telling my sister what we had done.

“It’s private!!” I hissed when she tried to yank me and she laughed.

“You’re shy... aww that’s cute. But that’s just because you recently got un-virgined . Bet you can’t wait for him to desecrate your special place again, huh?” She waggled her eyebrows.

“That is the single most disgusting thing you’ve ever said.” I gagged.

She laughed again.

“Relax. He was your first. Happens . But like I said, don’t worry about him being serious about this. I think he is. You guys had sex and dad knows that. And yet somehow he’s still walking around with his had attached to his shoulders. Do you really think father would have let him live if he didn’t have feelings for you?”

I frowned.

“That’s not fair. It was consensual. He didn’t force me into anything or tell me he had feelings ....”

She scoffed at that.

“Please tell me you still don’t think he hasn’t got feelings for you. He went batshit-crazy when you went on that date with Yugyeom. Jimin thought he was having a stroke or something. Dude’s so gone for you it isn’t even funny.”

“ Fat lot of good that does me! ” I snapped. “ If he doesn’t acknowledge those feelings he might as well not have any. And so far he’s made it abundantly clear that he’s not going to act on them. Ever.”

“Because he’s clearly involved in something dangerous.” She said easily, making me blink. “I’m not supposed to be telling you this but I’m kind of sick of you moping around like the world is ending and I’m just going to trust you to be smart about it.”

“What do you mean dangerous?” I whirled around to glare at her, pulse racing.

“I have no clue. Dad and Jungkook are working on something. But they’ve been huddled in the administrative building for three days now and no one has seen them . So i don’t really know what it is they’re planning. But I’ve always wondered if Jungkook was hiding from something. It would explain why he’d work as a bodyguard...with his skills he could be so much more. ”

Frustration bloomed, this time laced with worry. I wanted to know what was going on. God, if i could only see him. A glimpse would be enough. Just to make sure he was okay. Just to hear from him that he was okay. That he was going to be safe.

“Think he’ll be at the party?” I asked softly, feeling a whole lot pathetic at the way my heart lurched hopefully.

My sister gave me a very mischievous smile.

“Maybe . Maybe not. You look ravishing by the way. And everyone out there wants you. Literally. Don’t forget that. Don’t be easy. Make him beg a little. ” She winked.

I frowned.

“He won’t beg. He’ll turn the tables around and make me cry.” I shuddered. . Which really wouldn’t be that hard . I felt like I was always on the verge of tears these days.

The knock on the door made us both look up.

“Who’s escorting you tonight?” My sister asked gently.

I shrugged.

“No one. I’m just gonna walk in there by myself because I hate all of you. ” I grabbed the small bejeweled clutch from the table and hesitated just a second.

God , I had no strength for tonight but there was a possibility that Jungkook could be there tonight. And I wanted to see him, if for no other reason than to kick him in the teeth.

I slipped into the strappy peep toe heels, stumbling a little because i wasn’t used to them.

Swearing at the sharp pain shooting up my heel and shin, I wrenched the door open. Ignoring the simpering man on the other side, i stalked right past him.

It was going to be a long , long night

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The ballroom looked ....for lack of a better word : overwhelming.

Whoever was in charge of the decoration had clearly taken the budget, quadrupled it and then pretty much ordered one of everything. I stared at the sheer overdose of satin and gauze and felt myself shuddering.

Red and black was the theme for the night and I half wished I’d chosen to wear something in turquoise blue just to give my eyes some sort of relief. But there was no denying that it looked especially lavish, the huge hall big enough to fit a dozen foot ball fields, the high ceiling that seemed to stretch right up to the heavens and the million candelabras and chandeliers hung all over the place.

The carpeted floors felt soft under my foot and it was still early, only a few pople flitting about while the ushers and helpers rushed about, tweaking deatils, rechecking placement charts, placing refreshments on the table. Small bottles of blood arranged neatly on the table and I rolled my shoulders, eyes darting around to find someone familiar.

Kim Minjae and Kim Mingyu were just entering the hall and I grimaced. God, no. But i watched as they casually posed in front of the blood red backdrop, while cameras flashed and i frowned. Were supernatural tabloids really that starved for material?

“Sera, go on, you need to get your picture taken too!” My aunt materialized out of nowhere , dressed in a puffy red gown with ruffles and I shook my head.

“Later... i need a drink.” I said quickly, escaping her clingy fingers and rushing away .

As the only human in the entire damn place, I would have to walk all the way to the bar on the far corner of the ballroom to beg for a drink.

I was half way there when a commotion at the door made me look up. My father had arrived with him a majority of his counsel and a bunch of other guests as well. I stared, my eyes zeroing in on a very familiar figure , my father’s arm wrapped around his shoulder.

Jeon Jungkook stood right next to my father dressed to the nines and with a dazzling smile in place.

I gawked at him.

Trying to process what it was that I was seeing.

He was smiling. He had the audacity to smile after ignoring me for two whole weeks.

I took a deep breath.

“You better have a pretty darn good explanation for the radio silence you treated me to the past two weeks. “ I intoned dully to myself , trying to ignore the way he looked, completely at ease in the spotlight.

He turned a little to the left and his gaze caught mine. I watched as he smiled and shook hands with the people around him before whispering something to my father.

I dug my heels into the floor, glaring as he extricated himself from the elite crowd and slowly began walking over. God, i wanted to kick him so bad.

He stopped in front of me, looking expectant and my anger merely doubled in intensity.

“Anything you wanna say, Jeon?” I snapped.

“You’re beautiful. Breathtakingly so. Red is your color, angel. I wanna see you in it more often. “ He answered at once.

My mind went distressingly blank for a whole thirty second.

“ Did i fucking offer? ” I demanded , angry. “ I’m not dressing up for you. Ever. You ignored me for two entire weeks Jungkook! i didn’t know where you were...what you were doing...”

“Sera, I’m sor -” He began but I squawked in disbelief, shoving him away hard. He stumbled, more in surprise than from the impact but he looked surprised .

I felt myself shaking in anger. How dare he?

“Oh, no. No. You do not get to waltz back in with a simple sorry.... not after treating me like shit the past two weeks...Absolutely not.” I snarled, shoving him again but this time he didn’t budge. Ugh.

I made to move past him but he grabbed my elbow , yanking me back till I crashed into his chest. It was humiliating , the way my body practically vibrated with pleasure from being near him. His arms around me felt like heaven and I’d spent two whole weeks in purgatory.

“You need to stay with me Ms. Hwang. I’m your bodyguard, remember?” He whispered, lips pressing against my neck, breathing in my scent and I glared at his arms.

“No you’re not. Namjoon is!! Where is he?” I asked angrily , but he pulled me closer, hands resting on the bare skin of my back as he hugged me tight, lips latching onto my neck, breathing deep and my knees buckled. i had missed this. So much and even if this was all i got, I wanted to savor it. Savor it even if I hated him for the way he treated me all the fucking time.

“Missed you.” He whispered, lips wet and wanting , damp on my skin as he pressed kisses along my shoulder. I loved it but I knew he was going to leave me again and that just made me angrier.

“You’re a liar.” I choked out.

“No. I’ve lied about a lot of things but never about how you’ve made me feel, Sera. You set me on fire.”

I choked, anger and affection flooding my senses, confounding me because it was like being caught in an endless game of push and pull.

I trembled, fists punching his shoulder in protest but he didn’t move. I could feel eyes on us and it made me flush. How dare he... How fucking dare he.

“Let go of me! You said you don’t want me so let me go!” I said petulantly and he made a small noise of protest.

“That’s not true angel...you know it’s not. I want you... Want you so damn bad , i ache with it.” He whispered the words into my skin and I bristled.

“Fucking liar, let go of me!” i was going to cry. Actually burst into tears in the middle of the ballroom.

He didn’t let go of me.

Instead his fingers fluttered down my bare back, feather light and maddening , tracing a path down my bare skin and I gripped is jacket at the electric contact.

i trembled, my thighs shaking but I couldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing how much I wanted him. I swallowed, shaking my head.

There was no music and we weren’t even near the dance floor. I couldn’t imagine how we must look to the people around us. But it was hard to think of that when I could feel him all over my body, could feel his heartbeat pulse right against mine and when his arms felt like an anchor , grounding me .

“You think I need you.” My voice shook a little, “ I really fucking don’t Jungkook and I want you to remember that. I don’t need you. I don’t need to touch you . I’m fine with you never touching me ever again. ” I lied, gripping him harder.

My words didn’t match my actions at all and he seemed to realize it, chuckling lightly and letting me press myself closer into his warm, solid body. He kept his arms around me, waist pressed into mine and thighs hard and solid against mine.

“I know that... i need you far more than you need me.” He said sweetly, kissing my brow and stroking my hair. He slipped his fingers into the strands, running the silky length between his fingertips , his voice brimming with fondness . It hurt, the fact that I couldn’t have this all the time.

That somehow I was only offered glimpses of this Jungkook. Little snapshots of a what our life together could be but when I tried to draw closer, he always pulled away.

I glared at him wanting to demand more answers

. And then my eyes fell on the small dagger sheathed into his belt. My sister’s words floated into my mind. Was Jungkook running from something?

“Are you in danger?” I whispered, softly. “ Darling, i need to know if you’re in trouble. I need to know.”

He trembled a little at the endearment.

“Baby, I’m going to be fine. Don’t worry about me alright. It’s important that you stay safe. “

The words brought no comfort of any kind.

I stared at him.

“What is it with the people around me spewing platitudes in my face without telling me what is going on! Do you just not trust me?” I asked desperately, hurt blooming.

Jungkook swallowed.

“i trust you with my entire life Sera. But, I just don’t want you to get hurt.” He said gently.

I rolled my eyes.

“Please....you’re five centuries old , so can you leave the whole cliché knight in shining armor back in the dark ages and just treat me like your equal? I’m not a helpless damsel in distress Jungkook...!!”

He nodded, reaching for me again but I pulled away, wrapping an arm around myself. He hesitated, hands stretched out to touch but hovering a few inches away .

“you’re right. I was out of line. But to be fair your father was very firm that I had to stay away from you...no contact of any kind till tonight. “

“And what’s so special about tonight.?” I asked , upset at how little i knew about what was going on. Jungkook’s gaze softened, and he pressed a palm to my cheek, thumb tracing circles on my jaw, before pressing a gentle kiss to my lips.

“ You’ll see. “ He smiled, “ And as for the rest of it, we’ll talk about this . I promise. We will....tonight after everything ends. I need to go now. Your father’s waiting for me,”

I clung to him, feeling abandoned all over again.

“What are you guys upto?” I grabbed his arm but he gently pulled my fingers away.

“I’ll come find you. “ Was all he said before moving away and I groaned in disbelief.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Uh oh. I can recognize that look. On a scale of one to ten , how much trouble is Jeon Jungkook in?” Namjoon asked gently, watching me glare daggers at the man in question as he hung around near the front of the hall, surrounded by clan leaders.

He was meeting everyone, apparently a social butterfly and i couldn’t fathom it. The last time we’d had a party he’d sneaked off to get laid with Helena.

Speaking of who,

“She’s going to castrate him. I can feel it.” The sultry eyed vampire, sat next to me, her long nails tapping the scarlet drape of the table as she watched me, eyes heavy and hot, gaze trained on my neck.

I’d never felt more like prey.

“ Nice to meet you Helena.” Namjoon said casually taking the seat next to me. Great. I was caught between two vampires that knew exactly how gone I was for Jungkook and exactly how ....not gone he was for me. The night just kept getting better.

“Always a pleasure daddy.” Helena said , eyes dancing with wicked mischief and Namjoon choked on his wine, spewing it all over the table. I stared at the pair in disgust.

“Disgusting.” I snapped. “Look at him. He hasn’t looked at me in an hour. How am i supposed to believe that he wants me so much I set his skin on fire.” I demanded shrilly.

Both of them went quiet. They looked very uncomfortable and i felt myself flush.

I glared at them , self conscious.

“What?! Jungkook said so himself.” I protested.

Both of them began guffawing.

“I’m never letting him live this down.” Namjoon chuckled and I rolled my eyes. I could feel eyes on me, everywhere. Everyone’s gaze flitted to me every few minutes. Some of the younger vampires hovered a discreet distance away but had their gazes trained on me .

Everyone looked at me except Jungkook. There really was no justice in this god forsaken world, was there?

Did he really think I was weak and harmless? I suddenly felt foolish . I wasn’t weak. I wasn’t powerless.

So , so far from it in fact.

I didn’t use my abilities because of how morally ambiguous they were. My father had drilled it into my head, right from childhood, that I couldn’t use my powers without explicit permission from him and I had listened to him.

Had played the role of the harmless human who just happened to have really intoxicating blood inside her veins.

But somehow that had ended up with me being pushed out of the loop with the man I loved. Jungkook thought I was some kind of helpless damsel he needed to keep safe and it just...it irked me.

It was laughable that he thought something could be dangerous to me.

It was laughable because I was easily the most dangerous creature in this entire room.

i pulled my phone out, texting furiously.

I want to see you.

I stared at Jungkook waiting for him to see. He pulled his phone out read the screen and to my utter chagrin he slipped the phone back in without answering.

All right, That’s it.

I stood up slowly, Namjoon stiffening next to me.

“Where are you going? “ He asked warily.

“To mingle.” I said casually. “ you can stay here, daddy. I’ll be fine by myself. “

He spluttered again and Helena laughed lowly.

“I like her. “ Her voice rang out and i smirked, making a beeline to wards the front of the room, where Jungkook stood with a few other vampires around the same age as him. They all straightened at the sight of me, lust evident in their eyes and I saw Jungkook go a little stiff when he noticed I was alone.

“Where’s Namjoon?” He said shortly.

“With Helena.” i said with a shrug.” Evening gentlemen.” I smiled softly, parting my lips lightly, letting my tongue dart out and wet them before leaving them parted, tongue peeking out.

Jungkook pressed in closer, arm darting to wrap around my waist but he seemed to think better of it, pulling away again.

“Sera...” He began warningly but i cut him off. Jungkook didn’t know what he had.

And I was too fucking beautiful to be ignored tonight.

“Isn’t someone starting the music? What a terrible bore this party has been...” I said loudly and the men scrambled closer, almost tripping over each other.

Pathetic really but at least they served their purpose.

“Should we get you another drink, Sera?” One of them said.

“Let me go find that Dj...” The tallest of the lot wandered off.

“You’re right..are you hungry..? Where’s that waiter?” The one right next to me lifted a hand, waving the nearest uniformed helped and I smirked at Jungkook.

“Having fun?” I asked.

“You need to go stay with Namjoon.” He said stiffly.

“where’s the fun in that? “ I hesitated, locking my eyes with him and lightly lifting my heel up to rest on the chair right next to him. The slit in my dress fell open, exposing the entire length of my leg, especially the red lace of my garter.

Jungkook’s eyes narrowed as he stared at the dagger strapped to my thigh, the red and gold stark against the milky white flesh. I rand a forefinger up from my knee to the top of the garter belt, lightly circling the tip over the sharp edge of the dagger.

“Don’t...” He growled. I smirked.

“Don’t what?” I whispered.

“Don’t fucking do it, baby... I’ll be really , really mad if you do. “ He was almost shaking with the effort to not grab me and i could feel it. Feel the urge to put me in my place, simmering beneath his skin but he was helpless.

Any wrong move on me and he would have a dozen daggers in his heart within the next second.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about .” I feigned ignorance, purposefully pressing the thick of my finger into the edge of the dagger, gasping as it broke skin, tearing my flesh and drawing out my blood.

A collective gasp ran through the crowd around us and it was quite the sight, an entire group of century old Vampires going stiff as boards, nostrils flared pupils blown wide open as they all stared at me .

I smiled wide, trying to inject a note of contrition into my voice.

“Oops. That was clumsy of me. .” I giggled, holding my finger up. the blood beaded over and spilled , trickling down my wrist and I locked my gaze with Jungkook’s, bringing my arm up, licking the scarlet fluid up, tracing its path with my tongue all the way to where the dagger had nicked me before sticking the finger into my mouth with a lewd pop.

A vampire, about three feet away from me was breathing heavily , grabbing the chair next to him and sinking into it. His fangs were out and his breathing was erratic. i watched his eyes flash red and I laughed.

“I’m sorry. “ I said sweetly and he gave me a blank smile.

“That’s alright, my lady . “ He was almost choking from the effort to stay composed. Poor thing. I let my gaze flit back to Jungkook who had a terrifyingly blank look on his face.

“You little whore.” Jungkook whispered softly and i lurched.

“Yours . If you want me. But if you don’t...then anyone’s really.” I shrugged unrepentant.

“Really? You think any of the vampires here’s gonna want you after the stunt you just pulled? No one wants a needy little slut.” He said casually but I could see him shaking a little. There was a teeny tiny crack in that cocky attitude and I’d never wanted to stick my fingers in something so bad.

I felt myself grin in anticipation.

“It’s not about what I think, Jungkook. Its about what I know.”

He stared at me.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“You think I’m helpless, Jungkookie.... But the truth is... I can turn every single person here into my own personal marionette if i wanted to. “ I shrugged.

Jungkook’s eyebrows lifted, lips parting in surprise.

“I’m listening.”

I moved to the table in the corner, patting the chair next to me. He took the seat next to me and I smiled.

“Now watch....” I snapped my fingers, signaling the waiter with the glass jar of lemon soda and vodka in his tray.

“Can you let my father know I want to leave the party early with Jungkook here?” I asked gently. The waiter flushed, but nodded and I casually slipped my finger into the lemonade jar, dipping lightly in the fluid.

Jungkook grimaced .

“That’s disgusting.”

I laughed.

“Now let’s see who gets to drink it.” I followed the waiter as he moved around stopping in front of a group of very young vampires, about four or five of them. Two girls and three guys. They all took glasses of vodka from the waiter and i sighed.

“You know what makes my blood so powerful Jungkookie? “ I said softly. “ It’s the fact that it is sentient.”

Jungkook went stock still still next to me, lips parting in shock.

“What?” He croaked.

I nodded.

“My blood is sentient. It can feel and see and control. If my blood mixes with yours, it will dominate your thoughts and feelings. I will literally take over you. But it also needs my instruction. So it’ll put you in a trance..... Leave you feeling boneless and disoriented , easier to manipulate. People think its because it tastes so good and they enjoy the feeling. They don’t know what the fuck they’re opening themselves up to...by letting me inside. “ I wrapped my arms around myself.

“I’m painted as the beautiful, kind and precious human who needs to be protected....only because I am anything but. In this room, Jungkook....I’m probably the one capable of wrecking the most havoc.”

“Sera...”

“Nobody knows except for my father and I because...well... just the scent of it makes people chase me down. Can you imagine what they’d do to me if they knew the true extent of my powers.” I said bitterly. I let my gaze shift back to the kids with the drinks. The drinks that were tainted with my life essence.

I watched them take sips of their drink and felt the mild tingling in the back of my head. Like a gossamer thread forming and wrapping around me and I swallowed. It was easy to ignore and I never had any trouble ignoring it when I let my family feed from me. Because I trusted them.

But these kids though. My body thrummed, focusing on one person.

The girl in the red halter top.

“See the girl with the red top and black skirt....” I swallowed. “ She slit the throat of an old woman on her way here.”

Jungkook swore next to me.

“I can see the woman... she’s on her knees , begging for her life. She’s really old.”

That wasn’t all. i could feel the grip of the dagger, the push of the blade against skin, the pull as the flesh gave in, the blood spurting out onto my fingers the scent of death as she bled out.

I felt nausea bubble and I severed the connection forcibly. The girl’s pretty face didn’t match her filthy insides. i couldn’t stay in her head. The tendrils began wrapping around my head as the four of them took more sips.

“When I want... i can influence their thoughts. It takes more effort but it’s possible. it’s why my father wanted to make sure you actually wanted to be with me. He thought I’d coerced you . which I can . if I want. But I didn’t. I don’t do that ever. ” I shook my head.

Jungkook’s brows raised.

“By coerce you mean....”

“It can be as simple as influence your decision... but if I really put in the effort, i can make people physically do what I wanted. “

“Physically?”

I smiled.

“Remember the boys from my college ? the ones who nearly drained me out?”

He nodded.

“My father didn’t have them defanged. They did it to themselves. Literally stuck their own hand into their mouth and ripped their fangs out . Because I wanted them too.”

Jungkook looked like he’d stopped breathing.

I swallowed.

“You don’t have to say anything. I just wanted to tell you that if you’re trying to protect me by withholding information, its kind of unnecessary. I can take care of myself.”

“Alright. What do you want to know?”

“Just tell me what’s going on “ I sighed. Jungkook gave me a piercing look.

“Remember Joo Won’s mother?”

“The witch you killed?”

“Her father’s out for my blood. He doesn’t know where I am as of now. Your father thinks one of his lackeys must be in attendance today so he’ll know where I am.... and he’ll come for me. And when he does... I’m going to end it .”

I stared at him.

“ Okay. “ I swallowed. “ How dangerous is he?”

Jungkook laughed without mirth.

“I’m not sure if I’m coming out of this alive.”

Blood rushed to my ears, so fast I felt momentarily lightheaded. My entire body rejected the mere idea of Jungkook getting hurt. And to hear him talk of it so lightly, it messed me up badly. The fragile hold I had on my mind snapped.

“No.” I said angrily.

Across the room, the girl in the red halter stumbled, clutching her head .

Anger and the urge to hurt clawed up inside me and I tried to get it under control.

Fuck, I had to sever the connection fully before i did something terrible to her..

But it wasn’t happening,

In fact the more i tried to get away the more her conscience seemed to be wrapping around mine.,

Distance. I had to put distance between us.

I need to leave now, I pushed the thought in through the connection and i watched her as she stumbled away from her friends, hands buried in her hair.

“Sera what the fuck... “ Jungkook grabbed my arm, eyes wide and panicked and I trembled.

I felt guilty and scared because there was a reason i didn’t do this and the reason was quite simple. This power...or whatever you wanted to call it, It was bigger than me. I couldn’t control it .

My blood was sentient and sometimes it could control me , just as easily as it controlled others.

“She’s just leaving... I just made her leave because I’m not .. I can’t. ...fuck...” My head swam as I tried to get my bearings.

“ okay that’s it...we’re getting out of here.... ” Jungkook stood up, reaching for me and I blinked, disoriented and dizzy. “Come here, baby I got you...”

I let him wrap his hand around my waist, half lifting , half dragging me out of the ballroom and into the hallway. I gripped his chest, stumbling. I wasn’t tired, just struggling to get my head on straight .

But the scent of him calmed me.

“I need you.” I whispered. “ I need you to be safe Jungkook. I’ve spent too long pretending to be something I’m not but with you... I’m.. You... You make me feel human. Truly human. “

“Fuck... hang on. I’m gonna take you to my cottage.”

I blinked

“your what?”

“My cottage. Hang on...”

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By the time Jungkook opened the door to the cottage, I felt a little like myself again. But my body thrummed , my skin on fire, my fingers trembling with adrenaline.

“you look like you need to lie down.” He said gently.

I glared at him.

“The last thing I need is to lie down.” I snapped.

He held his hands up.

“Alright. Calm down, baby..... Why are you so upset?” He asked soothingly and I scoffed.

“ You fucked me in public and the next day you looked like you’d been handed a death sentence, when my father suggested that you court me and then... you disappeared for two whole weeks....and now you turn up and tell me that your life is in danger. You do all this shit and I’m not allowed to be upset? ” I said angrily.

He hesitated.

“I merely meant it would be dangerous. I am not actively trying to die.” He said softly.

“As for the rest of it.... I’m not the same person I was a month ago Sera.... You.. You’ve managed to claw you way into my heart and the only reason I didn’t want to court you was because of what I was involved in. I told you that...the baggage I’m carrying is too much for me to even think about being with you.... That’s the only reason. “

I stared at him.

“Are you telling me you fell for me too?”

Jungkook smirked a little.

“You were fucking me all the time without touching me. How could I not fall for that utterly shameless gaze of yours. You were your heart on your sleeve and your heart is always filled with filthy thoughts about me Sera. You make it way too obvious. “ He said teasingly.

“I don’t want you to die.” I said petulantly.

“That makes two of us. “ He smiled. “ What do you want, Sera?”

“Want you.” I said automatically, too raw and upset to think too much about it.

“You have me.” He stepped closer, hands resting on my shoulder, eyes earnest and i hated how much I wanted to believe him . But heartbreak after heartbreak after heartbreak had taught me that it was all a lie. I didn’t have him and now ....there was a possibility I could never have him.

“No, I don’t.” I shook my head, angry. “ Don’t lie to me. I don’t have you.”

Jungkook made to touch me again but I shoved him away, hard.

“you’re angry. “ He said thoughtfully. “ I understand that. You have every right to be angry. And I’m sorry I can’t tell you what you want to hear right now...Not until this whole debacle ends. But Sera...look at me...”

I bit my lips staring at him.

“I’m here. Now. I’m not going anywhere. It’s just us. You and I. Don’t worry about what happens next. Don’t. Let’s not worry about any of that. I’m here and I’m telling you I’m yours. You have me now.”

I stared at him, tilting my head as I took him in.

He didn’t move , merely staring at me evenly.

“You know.... you aren’t the only one who hates being ignored.” I said softly.

I felt weird.

Different.

None of the usual nervousness or anticipation but instead a sort of burning need to take. To reach out and pin him down , force him to follow through on his promise that I had him.

“ I’ve been giving too much of myself to you, Jungkook ...for way too long. I think it’s time I get something back.” I whispered.

His lips curled in a small, impish smile and he looked a decade younger. His eyes flashed with mischief and anticipation. He looked eager....desperate even and I wondered if this is what I looked like all the time with him.

“And what would that be...my queen?” he whispered meekly.

“You. “ I said simply. “ All of you. Your words... your pain...your pleasure... your moans and your very breath. I want to take all of it.”

I could see his pupils dilating even from the distance between us.

“Its yours, sweetheart” Jungkook bowed his head gently, holding his arms out. “Tell me where you want me...how you want me...”

I glanced around the room. Not the bed. Not yet.

There was a very sturdy looking chair in front of the small table in the corner.

“Put that in the middle of the room and sit down.” I pointed at the chair.

He smiled.

“You want me to stay dressed?” He asked carefully and I nodded.

“Very well.” He moved to get the chair, placing it in front of the bed. He sat down carefully.

“Anything else?” He asked gently.

I narrowed my eyes at him

“Yes. Keep your mouth shut unless I ask you something.” I said with a smile. His eyes widened in surprise. But he didn’t protest.

I took in the sight of him on the chair, dressed in his perfectly fitted tux , legs spread and hands on his knees, eyes wide and alert as he stared at me. Pretty red mouth shut obediently.

I moved closer till I was standing right between his thighs. His hands came up to grip my waists instinctively and I glared.

“Hands’ to yourself Jungkook. You don’t just get to treat me as you fucking like and then touch me without my permission.” I snapped.

He lowered his hands , letting them rest on his knees again.

“Do you want to touch me , baby?” I whispered pressed my palm to his face before letting my fingers trail up to his hair. it was soft and silky to the touch, the strands like fine silk.

“Yes.” He answered simply.

“Then you need to earn it.” I threaded my fingers' into his raven locks, gripping hard and yanking his head back . i stared, fascinated by the ivory length of his neck, the little mole there and i pressed a kiss to his skin. I let my teeth sink in , just a little and then a little bit more. When he shifted, I pulled back, licking the skin to soothe the sting. His breath caught and he gasped, eyes widening a bit and a small, ‘ fuck’ leaving his lips.

I pulled back , keeping my fingers in his hair , gripping lightly, before reaching down with my free hand.

“You have such a pretty neck and it make me wonder what it feels for your kind...sinking your teeth into people and feeding from them. Too bad I don’t have fangs. But you know what I do have?” I winked .

I brought my leg up, the front end of my shoe resting on the small empty space on the chair , right in the V if his legs. If he moved even a little, my toes would brush the straining length of his cock visible even through the black of his slacks. He was so hard I knew it must’ve hurt.

I gripped his hair harder and tilted his head down to he could stare at my thighs, specifically the dagger in my garter.

“I want a taste . Of you. Can I?” I asked gently staring at him, fingers fiddling with the dagger and unsheathing it.

He nodded.

“Words. Please.” I smiled.

“Yes...fuck yes.....please...Sera...”

“Good boy.” I winked, bringing the dagger up to his neck. It was really sharp and I used the tip to lightly draw a small dash, an inch below his ear. I watched the blade tear through the flesh, light and delicate, the skin cleaving and scarlet liquid bubbling up. I chased the flow with my tongue, licking it into my mouth and Jungkook trembled in the chair, jerking forward.

The movement jolted my foot onto his crotch and he grunted, grabbing my ankle when I made to move it away, keeping my heeled foot on his clothed cock. I swallowed, little out of my league but i stared at him, at the sheer intensity of the desperation in his eyes and I inhaled ....before gently bringing my toes down to press into his cock.

He moaned, thighs trembling and I dropped the dagger to the floor.

I slipped both my hands into his hair, holding his head in place as i bent low to capture his lips with mine, sticking my tongue inside his mouth while grinding my foot down into his cock. I licked into his mouth, chasing the warm heady taste of him, my fingers tightening in his hair for leverage and I wondered if he was wet.... If his cock was weeping precum, dribbling into his slacks .

I pulled back to stare into his eyes but he had them shut.

“Look at me.!” i demanded,” wanna see you...”

His eyes fluttered open, doe- like and warm and swimming with pleasure and I’d never felt more powerful in my life. I moved my foot slowly, in small controlled circles for a few seconds.

“You wanna cum in your pants like this? Rutting on my foot like a little mutt? Or do you want to get on the bed and touch me like you wanted to...?” I whispered softly.

Jungkook swallowed and his fingers tightened on my ankle. .

“Wanna cum like this.” He said taking me by surprise. I raised an eyebrow.

“Really... then what about me...? I want to get fucked too Jungkook ..? How’re you gonna do that if you cum so fast.....” I snapped, gripping his hair harder and he groaned.

“I... I’ll fuck you again... i promise.. I’ll fuck you hard and make you feel good... just..let me cum...please.. It fucking hurts...” The way his voice cracked a bit on the last few words made my heart jerk inside my ribs. I found myself fighting the urge to give him everything.

I smiled instead, kissing his lips again.

“Thank God for fast refractory periods huh, my big bad vampire?” I bit his lips, tugging it between my teeth , before reaching between us and slipping the shoe off my foot. Jungkook trembled, gripping me for support when I pulled my foot away and I let him cling to me for a second, before dropping the shoe down and pressing my bare foot on his erection. I spread my toes over the head, pressing down just a little and he inhaled sharply when i circled my toe on the wet patch .

“Go on them. Make yourself cum.” I whispered, leaning down and kissing him again. He grabbed my ankle with both hands, rutting up into the balls of my feet, hips thrusting up and I let him lick into my mouth, messy and wet as he chased his pleasure.

I felt him stiffen underneath me, followed by a wash of dampness under my sole and I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close and letting him bury his face into my neck as he trembled through the aftershocks. He gripped my waist, hands shaking as he held me and i waited, worried if I should take my foot off or not. I could feel my legs beginning to cramp and I swallowed.

“You okay?” i whispered.

“Yeah.” He grunted. “ Fuck..that was...” he laughed a little.

“We’re not done.” I said pressing a kiss to his cheeks and stroking his hair back gently.

He hummed, gently gripping my ankle and lifting my foot off his crotch. I brought my leg down, wincing a bit.

“Should we get on the bed?” He whispered.

I nodded, yelping when he stood up with me still in his arms, he carried me over to the bed, dropping me lightly.

“Strip.” I said quickly. “ All of it. Want you naked and stretched out on this bed for me.”

He moved quickly, stepping out of his clothes with ease and I sat on the edge of the bed, grabbing the black tie he discarded. I took off my panties, leaving my dress and the garter belt on.

Jungkook naked was a sight i could never tire off and I watched as he climbed into the bed, lying down in the center, legs splayed slightly and hands by his side.

“Bring your wrists together up over your head” I said quickly and he moved his wrists up , letting me tie them to the head board with his tie as i sat straddled on his chest. I was wet, sopping wet and I felt the trail of dampness I left on his rock hard abs.

“I’m gonna sit on your face and you’re gonna make me cum. And then , I’m gonna ride you .” I whispered.

“Fuck.”

“That’s the plan.”

I scooted forward, resting one knee close to either shoulder before gripping the head board with one hand and the hair on top of his head with the other. Tugging him closer, I lowered my pussy onto his mouth, groaning when i felt soft pressure of his tongue against my center, licking tentatively.

Jungkook knew what he was doing, and he licked into me with practiced ease tongue slipping into my slit, curling against the walls, before tracing circles around my clit. He used his lips to suckled on the hardened nub , following it up with quick little licks and i slipped a hand between my legs, stuffing three fingers into my cunt to get myself off faster.

“Oh...fuck... I want... “ I could feel myself shaking and he sped up his movement, licking my lit in quick little strokes and my orgasm hit me like a wave, drowning me in pleasure. I scooted down before losing my strength, collapsing on top of him. The orgasm having knocked me right out of my headspace. I was trembling and shaking, lethargic and completely out of it.

”Baby...you okay?” Jungkook’s concerned voice came from above and I whimpered.

“I’m... I’m sorry.... I’m so tired... I...”

“Don’t worry baby .. i got you. “

I heard the sound of wood splintering and blinked, glancing up. Jungkook had tugged his hands free from the restraint, breaking the headboard in the process.

I gawked at the scene in disbelief.

“Did you just....?”

He grabbed the hem of my dress, ripping it up and off me quickly.

“Fuck..... want to pound you into the fucking mattress my little princess... Such a little tiger aren’t you kitten... so fierce and hot... i loved it baby...you were so good to me ...made me feel so fucking good...” He maneuvered me onto my back and i felt myself blushing at the praise, face heating up as i gripped his shoulders.

He grabbed the back of my thigh, spreading my legs before lining himself up against my pussy.

“Fuck...” He slid right in , knocking the breath out of me and i clung to him, whimpering as he pounded into me, hips working so fact I was sure I was going to have trouble walking for a week after this.

I could feel my orgasm build from the sheer intensity of the thrusts, the hard thick length of his cock pounding into my cunt till i felt swollen and bruised and tender and when it finally tore through me , i was drooling a little, eyes damp with tears and fingers numb from gripping him too hard.

Jungkook fucked me through the orgasm and chased his own each push of his hips leaving me battered and I bit my lips to stay conscious . When he finally stilled, his cock throbbing as he came for the second time, filling my insides with the wet warmth of his cum, I felt myself shake like a leaf caught in a storm, my entire body ice cold and trembling. A thin layer of sweat coated my body and I was pretty sure I wouldn’t recover from this for a really long time

“My pretty pretty queen....” He whispered , pressing kisses all over my face as he hugged me closer and I mewled at the warmth of him.

“Don’t leave me .” i whispered, unable to fight the tug of sleep and exhaustion.

“I’m right here, baby.” His voice was soothing against my ear as he held me closer.

Maybe I could have him after all.

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Author’s note : okay. well. that happened. if you don’t give me feedback this will be the last smut scene.

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