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flyingraijin · 3 years

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MHA Boys Catch Mineta Perving On You - Pt 3

Ft. Amajiki, Hawks, Dabi, Shigaraki x fem!reader

Warnings: Sexual harassment, sexual assault, violence, mentions of death, swearing, Mineta hatred (I just love hating on that bitch)

Notes: Apologies its so late. This is very rushed and bad and pretty boring but I caved and wrote a part 3 to celebrate @fanficpandayt reading the first part on YouTube (go check it out)

Spoilers for Dabi’s backstory!

Part 1 Part 2

Tamaki Amajiki

Being a third-year at UA high, it had become the norm that you demanded the respect of the classmates below you.

That was just something that happened- the other students themselves seemed to understand this. You were going through the toughest hero course in the country, you were dealing with the stress of not only academics but juggling what was basically a position as a sidekick at your work-study agency and to top it all off, you were regarded as part of the UA's Big Three. There weren't many people who decided to test you.

At least, that's what you thought. Until you had the misfortune of meeting one such person.

It was the end of the day and you were dead tired. Not only had you been up until 3 am the previous morning trying to clear up a mess that had occurred during your work study, you also had exams fast approaching and the hours upon hours spent studying were weighing heavy on your shoulders.

You were, to say the least, not in the mood to deal with anyone's shit. And you would have thought anyone who saw you making your way through the school hallways would be able to tell.

Unfortunately, you just so happened to encounter someone who was not only disgusting but also incredibly stupid.

You thought you were alone in the hallway. Your boyfriend had been trailing somewhere behind you, however, he seemed to have been carried off by Mirio, leaving you to make your way back to the dorms by yourself. Your eyelids were drooping as you walked, you vision slipping in and out of focus as you put all your attention on just getting your tired and aching muscles to move.

You almost didn't notice when your skirt was suddenly pulled upwards. It was only when you heard a low whistle that your attention snapped to the feeling of an unnatural force stopping your skirt from falling as it normally did against your legs.

Instinct took over and you spun around, yanking your skirt away from whatever was grabbing it in the process. For a moment your eyes scanned the hallway, finding no one. And then…

"Nice ass."

You jumped and looked down. A boy who looked to be even less than four feet tall stood before you, a smirk you guessed was supposed to be sensual on his pig-like face.

"E-excuse me?" You asked, completely in shock over what had just happened.

The boy's grin widened. He winked at you and you were suddenly overcome with the overwhelming urge to bleach your eyes.

"I said, nice ass."

You stared at him, jaw slack with pure shock.

"I like your panties," the kid continued. "They're purple. Like my sticky balls." He wiggled his eyebrows.

You were unable to explain how the colour of your undergarments was, in fact, a running joke between you, your boyfriend and your boyfriend's best friend. You were also unable to tell this disgusting creature to shut his little mouth and remove himself before you did something that would get you expelled.

In fact, all you were able to do was stand, eyes wide and muscles limp as you wondered when the fuck had pigs been allowed to enroll in UA and if so, has one really just sexually harassed you right in the school hallway?

"It's a shame though. I would have preferred if you were wearing no panties. I'd sure like to get a look-"

Thank fuck before the kid could finish his sentence he was cut off sharply by a loud thwack!

You blinked, finally snapping out of your shock to see that a very recognizable tentacle had wrapped itself around the neck and chest of the child, lifting him into the air.

"T-Tamaki?"

You peered past your harasser to see your boyfriend, who had evidently just rounded the corner, standing at the end of the corridor.

"Hey," Tamaki replied shortly and you realised it was one of the rare occasions he'd actually sounded confident in his own voice.

The grape gasped, eyes bulging as he tried to sturggle against Tamaki's iron-grip. The older boy stepped forward.

"There's no point trying to struggle," Tamaki informed him, his usually soft eyes cold. He was staring at the younger boy as if he'd never seen anything more disgusting in his life. "My tentacles are incredibly strong and they're made of basically pure muscle. You're not going anyway."

"Tamaki," you repeated, an edge in your voice now as you continued to stare at the smaller boy. "What're you-?"

"Just… showing him something," Tamaki replied. You were sure you saw his grip on the tiny boy tighten. "I've heard about this guy from Kirishima. Apparently he's a real scumbag."

Your eyes flickered from him to his victim and back again. Your expression darkened. "You can say that again."

The initial shock of the encounter was wearing off now, leaving behind a sick feeling in the pit of your stomach. Suddenly you couldn't look at the boy, wanting nothing more than to curl up in bed with Tamaki and a good book. Shakily, you shuffled around so you were shielded behind your boyfriend's body.

Tamaki's gaze flickered to yours and without needing you to ask, the fingers of his free hand linked with yours

"Are you okay?" he mumbled in a low voice. "I heard what he was saying. Did he touch you?"

"He… looked under my skirt." A shiver ran up your spine as you spoke the words aloud and then you leaned forward to press your forehead to the muscles of Tamaki's back.

Tamaki squeezed your hand, reassuringly. "I'm sorry," he murmured. "I'm so sorry."

"It's okay. Just… can we go?"

You could see Tamaki's jaw clench out of the corner of your eye. However his grip on your hand remained tight and supportive and then he was retracting his grip on your harasser, his dark eyes flashing.

"You," he spoke up so the boy could hear him from where he was cowering on the floor, coughing. "If you ever look at her again, you're getting more than just a few bruises. Scumbag."

Without another word Tamaki turned and began to lead you away from the kid. You went with him, following the feeling of his fingers in yours blindly until the pair of you had reached another empty hallway.

Then Tamaki turned and drew you into his arms.

"Ah, that was scary."

You chuckled weakly against his shoulder, allowing your eyes to slip shut as you held his body close to you. "I think he was more scared, Tamaki. Well done for being so bold."

"This isn't about me," Tamaki mumbled. Then he sighed. "Honestly I saw him talking to you like that and I couldn't… it was like suddenly I didn't care about being anxious anymore. It was weird."

You tilted your head upwards to kiss the underside of his jaw, which had him flushing pink.

"Well, I really appreciate it. Thank you."

"Of course. You're worth way more than social anxiety."

"I don't think that's how it works," you mumbled into his neck. You couldn't stop your smile though. "But thank you. I love you."

"I l-love you too," Tamaki murmured and you felt his arms tighten around you. "And I promise I'll never leave you alone like that again."

Keigo Takami / Hawks

It wasn't unusual for you to give talks at hero schools. Being in the top 10 on the hero charts, there were people all over the country scrambling to get even a second of your time. And you yourself felt it was most beneficial spending those seconds educating the future heros of the country.

Of course, the students of the UA hero course were taught by top-class heroes every day. However it wasn't often they had someone as highly commended as you coming to give them a special training session - naturally both you and the students were excited.

The training had gone smoothly, for the most part. Class 1A was definitely the most talented bunch of young heroes you'd ever seen, and despite the fact you were barely over six years older than they were, seeing them trying so hard to achieve their goals ignited a fire inside you about your own work.

The clock was ticking towards seven when you started to wrap up the class. Most of the students were still going strong, however you knew you’d be held accountable if none of them could wake up for school the next morning. With this in mind, you called everyone in the centre of the training hall for a final debrief.

“Great job everyone! You guys are improving so quickly, it’s amazing!” you grinned at them. “I’m really proud of all of you!”

The students smiled back tiredly - evidently, they were also proud of themselves.

With a final wave, you dismissed the class. “That’s it for today, you guys. Go shower and get a good night’s sleep, then we can pick up tomorrow where we left off, yeah?”

The students began to trail out of the room, talking quietly amongst themselves as they did. You watched for a moment before turning to start packing up the training centre for the night. After stacking the equipment away and doing a final sweep of the floor to make sure nothing was left behind, you made to switch off the overhead lights. However, you suddenly felt something brush across your leg that definitely was not supposed to be there.

You jumped and looked down.

“Mineta?”

The small boy smiled up at you, although his eyes weren’t on your face. “Excuse me, sensei, but I was wondering if you could help me?”

You blinked at him in surprise, trying to ignore the way your skin was crawling. “Uh, sure. What was it you needed help with?”

“Well I was havthing a litte bit of difficulty earlier.” His hand was on your leg again and you jerked away as his fingers squeezed at your thigh. “Your costume doesn’t do the best job of showing off your boobs, so I was wondering if I could get a closer look.”

Your eyes widened as his hand suddenly slid upwards and on instinct, you jumped away. “Mineta!”

“Don’t worry, sensai,” he smirked cruedly. “I won’t tell anyone.”

“Mineta, that’s disgusting, I-”

Before you could finished your outburst, you heard a dark chuckle emitting from the doorway of the room.

“Well, what exactly is going on here?”

Both you and Mineta turned, you in search of the familair voice that almost instantiously helped to calm your pounding heart, and Mineta in a state of absolute fear.

It was no secret that you were dating the Number 2 hero, Hawks. Your relationship had been made public almost from the moment you got together and Keigo liked to flaunt the fact that he was with you in every way he possibly could. You were usually a little more hesitatnt - after all Keigo was the kind of hero who had screaming fans following him wherever he went and you couldn’t help but feel slightly intimidated whenever someone brought up his hugely public persona.

However, right now, you couldn’t have been more grateful about how openly possessive Keigo was with you - seeing the look of cold terror on Mineta’s face when he realised he’d been caught assaulting you by none other than your boyfriend was all worth it.

Keigo left his place leaning against the doorframe and sauntered casually into the room. His face was relaxed, an easy smile on his lips. However his eyes were slits and you could tell he was holding back the full force of his anger by the smallest thread.

“H-Hawks,” Mineta stammered, his face paper white. “W-what’re you-?”

“I was on the way to pick up my girlfriend,” Keigo told him lazily. One of his eyebrows quirked. “Although it’s not really of your place to ask that, kid. “

You retreated from Mineta and moved towards Keigo, uncocniously seeking his comfort. Keigo gave Mineta a cold smirk.

“Let me give you a piece of advice.” He leaned a little closer to Mineta, who was visibly shaking now. “Keep your hands to yourself. Otherwise, you might just end up losing them.”

Mineta looked like he was about to pee his pants.

"Keigo," you said softly and tugged at the back of his jacket. "Come on, you're scaring him."

"That's the point, Little Bird." He met your gaze and his pupils dilated immediately, wide and worried. "I'm sorry I didn't get here sooner."

"It's fine." You shook your head, although the unsettled feeling in your stomach remained. "Let's just go."

"Aww, can't I keep threatening him?" Keigo pouted. You gave him a look.

"Unfortunately no. He is still my student."

"He's a fucking asshole."

"...true. But it’s not right for you to hurt him. I wouldn’t want you to get in trouble over a scumbag like him." You grabbed his hand and began to pull him away in the direction of the door. "Let's just go home. We can cuddle and watch something nice."

Keigo looked at you for a second, considering your proposal. Then he shrugged. "Okay. That sounds nice." One of his hands slipped around your waist. "Let's go, little bird."

You pretended not to notice the way one of his scarlet feathers remained curling around Mineta's head as the pair of you turned and headed out of the training hall.

Pro hero!Touya / Dabi

(I couldn't make it fit with the narrative so I wrote him as pro-hero!Touya. Hope that's alright)

Most of the time, you accepted this. He'd been like this for as long as you'd known him and you respected his work ethic and dream to reach the top. However, that didn't mean that when an opportunity to get away from it all did make itself known, that you didn't snatched it up immediately.

It was incredibly rare to get free time off to spend with your boyfriend. Not only was he the son of the Endevour and a top pro-hero in his own right, he was also a chronic workaholic and opted to spend every free second he had doing his hero duties.

Today was one such exceedingly rare opportunity. Every single shift at Touya's agency was covered, every job taken care of, and to top things off, you had gotten a day off from your own work. The stars had aligned and you refused to squander your chance.

Touya had wanted to spend the day in bed, however, you had refused. Instead you dragged both him and yourself to the beach with plans to fully utilize the day you had together. And while Touya grumbled and complained, he could never say no to you and so followed you reluctantly.

The first few hours were heaven on earth. Lounging in the sun with sunscreen lathered skin, soaking up the summer heat with nothing to distract you but the smell of the sea, dragging your boyfriend into the water to mess around in the waves, dousing him with a monster splash when he wasn't looking - you couldn’t find words to describe the amount of fun you were having.

It was only once the sun began its descent that things took a turn for the worst.

From the start, you’d know it was only a matter of time before Touya was recognised. Not only was he in the Top 10 and one of the most prolific heroes alive, he was also incredibly gorgeous. The stupid man had seemed to have gotten the good genes from both his mother and father’s side and it meant that even those who didn’t already know his name would be bound to stop and stare.

Although, despite its inevitability, you couldn’t deny the fact that you got salty when it happened. Sitting back sulkily on your towell, you watched ad Touya was swarmed by fangirls and boys alike, each of them clamoring for autographs or pictures.

You knew it wasn't Touya's fault. Still, it upset you nonetheless.

That is, until your attention was turned to something else.

While your head was turned, you felt a very small, very gross hand come to rest itself on the curve of your hip. Letting out a small yelp, you jumped sideways, your head snapped round to stare in disgust at the culprit.

A small boy was kneeling in the sand next to you. He was incredibly short and had a series of purple balls for hair. He was also wearing the most hideous smirk you'd ever seen.

"Thank god, I thought he'd never leave."

You blinked at him, confused. "What?"

"Your boyfriend," the boy said, eyes flickering in Touya's direction. "He was getting in my way."

"You stared at him. "Y-your way of what?"

You didn't need his answer when his eyes dropped to stare directly at your chest and then down the rest of your body. Almost immediately you recoiled inwards, your back hunching as your body tried to fold in on itself.

"Doesn't your boyfriend touch you?" He asked the question with so much confidence it made you splutter.

'What?!"

"I bet he doesn't. I bet," the kid leaned closer. "I bet I could touch you so much better."

Your disgust was evident on your face at this point and yet you could barely move, frozen in pure shock.

What the fuck was wrong with this kid?

Before you could formulate an answer, however, a shadow loomed over you and the boy. Then a hand brushed lightly against your bare shoulder. The touch was so familiar that you relaxed instantly, although your eyes never left the pervert in front of you.

"Is there a problem here?" Touya's voice was quiet but serious and you knew that he was very much aware of the fact that there was a problem.

The boy's eggplant coloured eyes flickered up to him and he seemed to judge Touya silently for a second.

Then he said, "I could fuck your girlfriend better than you."

Both you and Touya stared at him, mouths open in shock. He didn't back down, a crude smirk curling across his lips.

"She needs some discipline. How can you let her lie around in that bathing suit? She looks like a slut."

You knew you didn't know this kid and really, his words should hold absolutely no weight. However, hearing that comment stung. Immediately you began to wrap your towel around yourself, head ducked as you blinked back tears.

Touya's firm hand on your wrist stopped you.

"First of all," your boyfriend began, his eyes still trained on the disgusting pervert in front of you. "I don't let her do shit. Because she's her own fucking person, and not my property. Second-" his voice dipped into a growl. "Who the fuck do you think you're talking to?"

The kid shrugged. "I’m just saying, dude. You gotta treat your women like you treat your dog-"

He was cut off by a whoosh! of hot air as Touya's hand - the one not touching you - ignited. You stared up at him, almost feeling a little scared at the look of pure white-hot fury burning in his blue eyes.

"Don't," Touya snapped a voice like getting nails, "call me ‘dude’. Do you have any idea who I fucking am, dipshit?"

Silence followed his question. For a moment you thought the kid was coming up with another snarky comment but then you turned to look at him and realised the opposite was true.

The boy's skin was practically translucent, as all the blood had drained from his face. He was staring with a kind of horrified fascination at your boyfriend's burning hand and you could practically see the puzzle pieces falling into place behind his eyes.

The fact that this kid hadn’t recogniesd Touya as Blueflame was shocking - especially considering he’d just had about twenty people chanting his name not even five minutes earlier. However, you couldn’t help but be glad. After all, if he had known who Touya was from the start, you wouldn’t gave gotten to see the look of absolute terror in his eyes.

Touya had evidently seen the kid’s expression too and the cruel smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Yeah."

"I ...I…" the boy stammered. His entire body was trembling.

Touya tilted his head down, staring the kid directly in the eyes. "I think you'd better run now. Before I turn you to ash."

The kid took his advice and bolted immediately - you were sure you spotted tears in his eyes as he turned away and it almost made you laugh. Then you turned to look at Touya, who was watching the retreating figure of the pig with a dangerous glint in his pupils.

Without warning, you leaned up to kiss his cheek.

Touya blinked in surprise and looked down at you, his gaze softening immediately. Cocking an eyebrow, he said, “What was that for?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know. Protecting my dignity, I guess.”

Touya frowned. “I just didn’t like the way he was looking at you. Or talking about you. Like you were just some thing.” His jaw clenched. “Fucking disgusting.”

You kissed him again, if only to try soften the anger in the lines of his face. “Well, thank you. It really means a lot.”

“Mm, ‘course, baby.” Touya flopped down to sit beside you on the sand. Closing his eyes, he let his head fall back, giving you ample opportunity to card your fingers through his thick white hair. “Now come gimme cuddles. I wanna watch the sunset with you.”

Who were you to say no to that?

Tomura Shigaraki

That had been a condition from the start of this endeavor - you boyfriend could do whatever the fuck he wanted, whether it be screwing hero society, killing All Might or traumatising heros-in-training. You couldn’t give a shit. The one single rule you’d set was that you wouldn’t get roped into anything to do with UA.

Primarily because you were once a student there yourself. But also because you didn’t want the trouble of having to deal with hawking teachers and hysterical parents whenever something was done.

You’d told Tomura before, you’d told him, that you wanted absolutely nothing to do with the UA brats.

That had been your one rule. Just one.

And yet here you were, dragging a half-councious brat with purple balls for hair and dressed in that fucking UA uniform back towards the League Of Villain’s newest hiding place.

Anger was boiling inside you, anger at Tomura, at the kid and at yourself. Because how the fuck had you let yourself get in this deep?

It was all Tomura’s fault, you thought angrily as you struggled to carry the kid. If he hadn’t made you love him this much, none of this would have happened. If only he was more hateable.

(Obviously, your opinions on such matters were skewed, however, you weren’t going to admit that)

Thankfully the entrance of the newest hiding spot was just a few metres away at this point and it took only a few more huffing steps to haul the bound-up kid through the doorframe.

Once the door had swung shut behind you, you allowed your grip on the UA student to slip and sent him tumbling to the ground, still barely conscious. Heaving a heavy sigh, you stumbled further into the room and collapsed on a chair. Letting your head hang back, you closed your eyes and let out a long sigh.

All was quiet for a moment, save for the faint sound of your own breathing.

Then your captive shifted and groaned.

You were tempted to knock him out again immediately. However every muscle in your body was aching from dragging the fucking child for at least five kilometers, and so you decided against it.

What the fuck could the kid get up to all tied up like that anyway?

"Boobs."

Your head jerked upwards, eyes snapping open immediately.

"Huh?"

The UA student was awake, though groggy, and was staring up at you with wide eyes.

"You have nice boobs."

You stared at him. "I'm sorry… what?"

The kid shrugged.

You leaned forward in your seat, annoyance beginning to bubble beneath your skin. "Did you really just say what I thought you did?"

The kid shrugged again. "Yeah. You have nice boobs."

"What the fuck?!!" You stared at him. "Do you even know where you are right now?"

The kid looked around, eyes still dull and groggy. For a moment he seemed unbothered by the fact that he was sitting smack bang in the centre of a League of Villains base. Then the realisation sank in.

"Waaaaaaahahhhhh! What am I doing hereeeeeeee?" Thick tears began to well up in his eyes as he shrieked. The look of fear on his face was almost pathetic and you couldn't help but roll your eyes as you slid from your seat and went to crouch down before him.

"God, could you shut up?" you grumbled, pulling at the gag that you'd had in your pocket. "You're going to wake up the entire hou-!"

You froze.

The boy had lurched forward, whether intentionally or not, and had slumped against you. Usually, you'd be upset by the amount of snot and tears he had running down his face and how that was probably being transferred to you now.

However, this time you were more distracted by the way the kid had pressed his face right between your boobs. For a second you thought that maybe he’d passed out again. But then, suddenly, his entire body shuddered and he let out a sigh that had your skin crawling.

"Hey, baby, I heard someone yelling. What's going-"

You looked up as a third voice spoke for a moment and then cut itself off as the door that led to the bedrooms opened.

Tomura stood in the doorframe, one hand raised in the action to, you assume, rub at his eyes. However he froze as soon as his gaze fell on the scene before him.

For a long moment, the pair of you looked at each other, both frozen by the fact that some child currently had his face buried in your cleavage.

Then Tomura straightened, allowing his arm to fall back to his side. "What the fuck is going on?"

You opened your mouth, ready to explain, when the boy sturred. You thought he was going to push himself away but he did quite the opposite. One of his hands slid upwards and then your eyes shot wide as he gave your breast a harsh squeeze.

Everything seemed to happen at once. You recoiled with a yelp, not expected his sudden assaultt. Tomura lurched forward, an angry hiss escaping him. And the kid let out a long, gurgling whimper that sounded horrifyingly like a moan.

"Ah fuck! Get off me!" You shrieked, delivering a hard slap to the boy's face. The force sent him reeling backwards, finally rolling off you. But it was too late and you skin was already crawling.

"You little brat!" Tomura had reached your side by now. "You disgusting little-"

He was cut off by a loud squeal. The kid had been slapped from his daze and, without the distraction of your chest, had been reduced to a trembling, sniffling, snot-covered disgusting mess once again.

Tomura stared at him. Then he looked at you. You shrugged in reply.

"Waaaaaaaahhhh," the boy continued to cry, Loud and obnoxiously enough to have a vein in Tomura's forehead twitching. He scowled at you.

"Why did you have to get the most useless of all those brats?"

You glared at him. "What the fuck, you were the one who told me to?!" you hissed in anger. Shivers ran up your spine. "Do you think I like getting sexually assaulted, Tomura?"

Tomura blinked. Then his expression softened a little and a flash of guilt crossed his face.

"You're right. I'm sorry." He reached out to smooth down a strand of your hair with two fingers. "He's just so… ngh, he makes me itchy."

"He makes me sick," you mumbled and hugged your arms against your chest. "Can we just kill him?"

"Let's leave him for Dabi to find. That guy is pretty disgusting looking, hopefully, the brat will die of shock when he sees him." He held out a hand to you and tugged you to your feet. Then he wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

Turning to look at the wailing student, Tomura sniffed. "Can you shut your mouth? Otherwise, I'll dust you, and I don't feel like having to go find another brat right now."

The student did shut up. Closing his mouth, he stared at you and your boyfriend. Tomura flipped him off. "Stop looking at her, you nasty brat." Then he began to lead you back in the direction of the bedrooms.

You glanced back at the boy, a little worried."Are you sure it's okay to leave him here by himself?"

"Yeah yeah, he's tied up. Where’s he gonna go?" Tomura tugged you a little harder. "Now come on, let's go play Minecraft."

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keiths-stupid-mullet · 6 years

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oooo what was the tag? i'm a horrible guesser so i'm not even going to try lol

It’s “B/oganes” :D Probably not what you expected, but I’ve seen so many out of character posts for them that I’ve come to dislike the concept a lot. I used to be okay with it, one of my earlier fics actually includes them as adoptive siblings, but nowadays...... not anymore^^' I won’t stop anyone from creating content for them or anything, I just feel a ton better now that the tag is blocked and the posts are not on my dash anymore!

#a² (answered ask)#anon #seriously the posts i saw were SO out of character that they hurt me to read #they were probably supposed to be funny or something #?? i couldn't laugh at them^^'#there's that... and that fics that include them refer to them as 'brothers' like every other sentence #i've legit read fics where they call each other ''bro'' too #that honestly feels so unnatural to me i can't even begin to describe it #why not keep it the way it is in canon?#keith's real family is shitty and the foster system didn't help #life is like that sometimes #and yet he still managed to find someone on his own that's as close as family #or even just as best friends #lance has hunk so why can't keith have shiro???#i'm getting sick and tired of how they are portrayed #like it's either endless teasing & jokingly blackmailing each other #or shiro being way too overprotective (to the point where he doesn't really allow keith to make his own decisions)#and is constantly visibly disappointed in him/angry at him #i've come to associate that word with ''bad characterization'' and it just annoys me a lot #and if you just want to give keith a family why not have someone else adopt him for a change?#hunk called himself keith and lance brothers in s1 already #I'M JUST TIRED OF THE CONCEPT OKAY #but as i said in my answer: i won't stop anyone from creating content for it #you guys have fun with whatever you want!^^

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creamyychann · 2 years

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Beautiful

Matsunos x Little sister! Reader

Part 2 of "Gorgeous {Choromatsu x Little sister! Reader}"

◖☆Don't like this kind of post? Follow this direction!☆◗

Tags/Warnings:

DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT, INCEST, Sibling Incest, Double Penetration, Double Anal Penetration, Double Penetration in One Hole, Caught, Gangbang, Orgy, Creampie, womb fucking.

Pairings:

Little sister reader

Osomatsu

Karamatsu

Choromatsu

Ichimatsu

Jyushimatsu

Todomatsu

Note: Old fic! This chapter is highly inspired by some other Osomatsu-san Books so if some sentences kinda familiar to you it was because I was inspired by that ヾ(＾-＾)ノ

MINORS DNI

Don't like it? DON'T READ IT!

You've been warned.

Read at your own risk.

It has been 2 weeks since the two of you get caught. It was very awkward before but then everything went back to normal now. But Choromatsu & you are now in relationship, you two became very close that you both almost do everything together, well more like you want to do almost everything together, Choromatsu doesn't mind with that at all

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But the others does.

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When they caught you (and Choromatsu) They got very bothered. Now they always flustered when you're around. They can't get your naked body off their head. Your beautiful erotic body full of sweat, beautiful rosey lips, & beautiful messy hair but there's is something that they really can't get it out off their head.. When they saw a tricklimg cums out off your pussy, the sweat and salivas on your nipple & your big sweaty breasts. They can't do anything without being flustered remembering all of that

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One day, the matsuno brothers (except Choromatsu) went out to the grocery store to buy something, well they didn't tell you and Choromatsu exactly where they're going so you two suspected that they'll be long gone. Well you can say... You two want to do it.

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When the brothers came back, they didn't see the two of you anywhere but they shrugged it off and just go to the living room. They just sit there, silence and do nothing. Well it was because they feel something is wrong but they just don't know what is it. "Hey.. Do you guys notice the unnatural quietness?" Todomatsu break the silence. The brothers look at him and also noticed the unnatural-ness. Then--

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"ah~~"

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They hear a moan, "W-what the hell?! " Osomatsu shriek "what the hell is that?!" Karamatsu followed "i....don't know.. Should we check it?" Ichimatsu suggested, They all nodded. They look around the house and when the brothers check the bedroom..

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They gasp in horror.

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They saw you sitting on the sofa, hoodie clinging into your arm & your black tank top is pulled up to your upper chest while Choromatsu eating you out while playing with your breast half naked. You two got startled by your brothers, Choromatsu stopped eating you out and looked to the bedroom doors as well as you. "A-ah shit... I didn't know you all gonna come home sooner" Choromatsu say in disappointed tone.

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You look at Choromatsu then to your other brothers again and notice something, a bulge. That got you an idea. "Uhmm.. Do you guys want to join? " Everyone look at you in shock. "W-W-WHAT THE HELL (Y/N)?!!!! " They shout in unison. "Umm...W-well.. Seeing all of your bulge, i'm certainly don't mind" The brothers (except Choromatsu) instantly look at their pants and blushes. "So.. You want to join or not? " You nervously say but can't help being a little excited. They stood there for a second looking at you with embarrassment. Then, Jyushimatsu makes the first by hopping in a full speed towards you and smashed his lips roughly into you. You were startled by the sudden move but still melt into the kiss and kisses him back. The others start following him....

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Karamatsu and Ichimatsu are sucking & licking your breasts. Osomatsu is seductively sucking your neck, collarbone & shoulders. Choromatsu goes back to eating you out while Todomatsu sucks your foots and thighs. You don't know what to do with your hands so you just place them on Jyushimatsu & Osomatsu's hair.

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Your legs are trembling so much by the pleasure, as Karamatsu & Ichimatsu start flicking & biting your nipples as hard as they can, it felt like they about to fell~!. Jyushimatsu pull off from the kiss, some salivas still connecting your tongue. Jyushimatsu's wide smile widen as he look at your erotic & flushed face. Osomatsu then pull off from your shoulder and look at you with his typical smirk "Let's skip this and go straight to the real thing shall we? ~" The other also pull off and look at you with sickening smirk. You gulped...

Now all of you are naked, Choromatsu is between your legs while Ichimatsu is hugging you from behind & Todomatsu is above you, the other have their turn but I don't think they will last long.

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"I hope you're ready (y/n)-chan~" Todomatsu say cutely. Choromatsu start rubbing his dick on your pussy as well as Ichimatsu but to your asshole, Todomatsu pets you and start kissing your swollen lips. You and Todomatsu start making out while Choromatsu & Ichimatsu still preparing you to make sure you're wet enough so the pain won't be that much. "I think she's wet enough.. " Ichimatsu say raspily, Todomatsu pulls away and start pushing his dick to your mouth. Ichimatsu push his dick to your pussy then pull it out again just to get a natural lube. Ichimatsu and Choromatsu start entering you and your eyes snapped. It hurt but feel so good~. You moaned to Todomatsu's dick which sending vibration towards his dick making him moans cutely. Choro, Ichi, & Todo start moving. It was gentle at first but Ichimatsu start ramming fastly to you making you moans even more resulting with Choro & Todo also doing the same.

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The other 3 brothers pants desperately as they watch you getting fucked by Todo, Ichi, & Choro. They rams to you in inhuman speed while you aggressively pulling the Futon/bed sheets. Choromatsu & Ichimatsu rams into your G-spot and you violently swung your legs up as they kept slams into it. Todomatsu dick also slam into the back of your throat making you gag. The 4 of you moans loudly and sometimes you screams into Todomatsu's dick making him moans even more.

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The other can't take it anymore. They comes up to you and move the brothers who are in the middle of fucking you then sprung their dick out. "Oi! Oi! Are you crazy?! She'll be in a lot of pain if all of us fuck her in the same time idiots!" Choromatsu shout, shocked as Osomatsu moves Choromatsu to the side. "Nah I know she'll be fine right? " Osomatsu say sheepishly "Hai! Hai!! " Jyushimatsu say while spreading out your mouth and putting his dick in, Todomatsu didn't bother to argue as he just move aside didn't want to start an argument while he's horny as fuck. Karamatsu start pushing Ichimatsu because Ichimatsu didn't move any inches when he gently moves him "Move! You lazy fuck!" "tch, fine fine I'll share with you..." Ichimatsu say angrily as he move aside so Karamatsu can put his dick in. You were in panick mode, don't know what to do because you can imagine how much it will hurt getting stuffed 6 dick at once.

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Your eyes snapped and your back arched as Osomatsu & Karamatsu puts their dicks to your holes. The pain was unbearable but you try to calm down because you didn't want to bite down Todomatsu & Jyushimatsu's dick. They stretch you out so much that blood start leaking out. They are too ignorant to notice the blood and straight to thrust into you In inhuman speed. You curl your toes & start wailing your legs. Choromatsu & Osomatsu grabs your legs to stop you from wailing your legs. Ichimatsu & Karamatsu one hand rubs your flat stomach & other hand going down to your clit. Your mind became hazy by the amount of pleasure you get. Your breasts keep bouncing up & down as they keep thrusting into you that Jyushimatsu & Todomatsu notice all of the brothers were looking at it so they reach for it & start playing it.

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You keep screaming & moaning as you keep cumming over and over again. Then you felt something on your stomach making you arch your back and screams in pleasure. Yes, Both Choromatsu & Osomatsu pass your womb. You squeezed your pussy & asshole and suck harder in response. The brothers threw their head and moans loudly in pleasure " AH~~ DO IT AGAIN (Y/N)-CHAN!! ~~ " You heard Osomatsu scream lewdly. You try to look at their face, it was so lewd~ All of them has red face & blush across their face, moaning intensely & screaming lewdly. Choromatsu's triangle mouth open widely, tongue out, and his eyes were closed but still looks dreamy, Osomatsu smiled widely, also tongue out and eyes half closed & rolled up, Karamatsu's mouth is gapping & eyes roll up. Ichimatsu smirk lewdly & eyes even more closed. Jyushimatsu smiles even wider, pants aggressively & eyes half closed. Todomatsu keep trembling, eyes roll up & pants cutely.

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They calmed down and slowly pulled out off you. You pants as cums trickling It has been 2 weeks since the two of you get caught. It was very awkward before but then everything went back to normal now. But Choromatsu & you are now in relationship, you two became very close that you both almost do everything together, well more like you want to do almost everything together, Choromatsu doesn't mind with that at all

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But the others does.

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"ah~~"

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They gasp in horror.

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Now all of you are naked, Choromatsu is between your legs while Ichimatsu is hugging you from behind & Todomatsu is above you, the other have their turn but I don't think they will last long.

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The other can't take it anymore. They comes up to you and move the brothers who are in the middle of fucking you then sprung their dick out. "Oi! Oi! Are you crazy?! She'll be in a lot of pain if all of us fuck her in the same time idiots!" Choromatsu shout, shocked as Osomatsu moves Choromatsu to the side. "Nah I know she'll be fine right? " Osomatsu say sheepishly "Hai! Hai!! " Jyushimatsu say while spreading out your mouth and putting his dick in, Todomatsu didn't bother to argue as he just move aside didn't want to start an argument while he's horny as fuck. Karamatsu start pushing Ichimatsu because Ichimatsu didn't move any inches when he gently moves him "Move you lazy fuck!" "tch, fine fine I'll share with you..." Ichimatsu say angrily as he move aside so Karamatsu can put his dick in. You were in panick mode, don't know what to do because you can imagine how much it will hurt getting stuffed 6 dick at once.

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After you look at them, you do as Osomatsu say and keep Squeezing & sucking harder & harder. The brothers moans even louder & thrust even faster making you sees the stars now. "CUMMING! AHH~!! CUMMING!!! " They say it together and cums hardly inside you, and you also came with them.

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They calmed down and slowly pulled out off you. You pants as cums trickling of your mouth, pussy & ass hole. Then the brothers hugs you and say "We love you imouto" Then you pass out.

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coffeebeanwriting · 2 years

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10 things a WRITER SHOULD NEVER DO!

You hear a lot of advice on what you need to do as a writer... but what about things you shouldn’t do? These are all subjective tips I’ve found online— take as much info as you want from them, and disregard the things you don’t agree with!

1) Never disregard story structure. Even if you’re a pantser or love creative writing without constraints, always keep a basic structure in mind. This doesn’t mean to follow it religiously, but instead... keep it in the back of your brain so that your story can build towards important plot points, the climax and properly develop your characters. Write freely, but never forget the foundation of what makes a successful story.

2) Never abandon your first novel. To become an experienced and proficient writer, it takes time and practice. If your first novel isn’t working out, never trash it completely. After all, first-time projects usually are never going to be as good as later pieces.

Either set it aside for a later time, or use it to practice on. It’s in the editing and rewriting where you can fix it, or decide that it’s not as strong as you’d hoped. In that case, you can take bits and pieces of it and transform it into an entirely new story.

3) Never worry about how you “should” be writing. Not only does this take the fun out of the process, but it can make your writing choppy and unnatural. Everyone writes differently, there is no “one size fits all”. Take time to learn the rules of the craft, the structures, the patterns— but when it comes to the act of writing, don’t restrict yourself.

4) Don’t edit alone. Do the first rounds of editing on your own, but when it comes to a point where you can’t find anything else to fix— consider handing your draft over to trusted friends and family, beta readers and even professional editors if you have the money to do so!

5) Don’t be on the computer too long/neglect exercise. When you work out the body, you’re also working out the mind. If you feel sluggish or sore from sitting all day, your writing will most likely suffer as well! No matter how little, try to fit some kind of physical movement into your days.

6) Never skip the fundamentals. Grammar, good sentence structure, strong vocabulary... don’t ever forget the small, simple things that build healthy stories. You could have an amazing plot, but if your fundamentals suffer, it could drag everything down with it!

7) Never try to write like your idols. If you’re trying hard to copy a certain writing style, you aren’t in the “flow” of things. It’s when we try too hard that we lose the sheer joy of the process. Read and study your favorite authors and naturally you’ll pick up certain habits from them— but never try to force your writing to be similar to theirs. Your own style and voice will come within time.

8) Never write something because the market says so. If horror is the best-selling category but you hate it— don’t feel like you have to write that specific genre to be successful. There are niches and fanbases for every genre and if you truly love what you are writing, it will show in the work that you do!

9) Never let others determine your story’s worth. Not everyone will like your story, but that doesn’t determine if it’s good or not. Harry Potter was rejected 12 times... but look at it now. Never falter because someone might not like your story and never let their opinion dictate if you should be writing or not. At the end of the day, we write because we love to.

10) Never follow the rules too strictly. Yes, that includes this post, haha! In writing, rules are guidelines, and when you pave your own path— that’s when your style and creativity begin to bubble. You still need to learn the rules of course— but if every writer stuck to the same formula... all the novels in the world would be predictable and lacking uniqueness.

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moonlit-jeno · 3 years

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red door, yellow door (m.)

pairing: mark lee x fem reader x jung jaehyun

words: 8.1k

a/n: this is a repost from my old bts blog! pls don’t ask abt it bc i no longer actively follow bts :)

One of these days, you’re going to kill your coworkers.

You love them, you really do, but sometimes they can just be so dumb. It was Donghyuck and Renjun who came up with the idea to play this stupid game, one that is probably only played by naive 12 year old girls during slumber parties.

Normally you’d just brush it off, but Renjun had called you a wimp, so naturally you had to do it. Which is how you’ve ended up on your back with your best friend massaging circles into your forehead.

“Red door, yellow door, any other color door,” is being chanted around the room. You fight the urge to move your neck to a more comfortable position on Mark’s lap. Your hand twitches above your head, where your arms are raised. “This is stupid,” You whisper, and Mark laughs, scolding you lightly.

After a while, the mindless chanting lulls you to sleep, and you feel yourself drift off.

“What do you see?”

Two doors appear in front of you, one red and one yellow. They both look kind of old, paint chipping and peeling off.

“Anything else?”

A black door appears next to the yellow one and you find yourself drawn to it, wanting to go in. This one is shinier, considerable newer and more inviting compared to the other two

“Go in.”

You open the door and walk through, a sense of relief flooding through your senses as you give in to the pull. The room that you find yourself in seems never ending, the only thing in it a large bed.

“Do you see anyone?”

A man appears, sitting on the bed. The suit he’s wearing is unfitting for the plain surroundings- in fact, he’s unfitting for the surroundings in general. His teeth are blinding white when he smiles, not a hair out of place on his entire head. He’s attractive, all golden skin and beautiful features. Almost too beautiful. A shiver crawls up your spine, a tinge of discomfort bleeding into your senses. He smiles, dimples popping out, and you push the discomfort to the back of your mind.

“Who are you?” Your voice comes out distant to your own ears, echoing around you.

“Call me Jaehyun. Why don’t you come here, little bird? We can get properly acquainted.” The voice sounds haunting, like a distorted video. You wouldn’t believe that he’s speaking if his lips didn’t move in sync. Despite the unnatural voice sounding warning bells in your brain, you find yourself moving forward automatically and settling down on his lap when he pats his thigh for emphasis.

“And what’s your name, little bird?” He trails a hand up and down your thigh and you shiver, leaning back against him. He chuckles when you tell him your name, a pleased smile lighting up his features.

“Well, little bird, seems that we’re going to have some fun together.”

Your name is being echoed all around you, and you wake with a jolt, eyes flying open to see Mark staring at you.

“Are you okay?” The rest of your group is also gathered around you, standing in a half circle.

“Yeah, just fell asleep for a bit. Why?” You push yourself onto your elbows, sitting up so that you can lean against Mark.

Donghyuck plops down on the floor, sitting so that he’s facing you. “You were talking like you were having a conversation with someone. Who was it?”

You shrug, trying not to dull his excitement. “I don’t know, just some guy.”

“Was he wearing a suit?” Renjun asks, standing behind Hyuck. He grimaces when you nod. “Y/n, we literally told you not to talk to anyone in a suit. We told you not to talk to anyone. It’s in the rules.”

You roll your eyes, knowing how serious he gets when it comes to stuff like this. “Relax, it’s fine. He seemed nice, and it’s not like it was anything real.”

Renjun still doesn’t look convinced, but Mark interrupts his paranoia by doing what he’s best- or worst, depending on who you ask- at, cracking jokes.

“Hey, was he eating deviled eggs?” He laughs at his own joke, and everyone else groans. “Hey, don’t get mad at me. His place was probably such a hellhole.” The bad mood dissolves into jokes and loud laughter for the rest of the night.

You leave the party- or gathering as Donghyuck had called it because it sounded more mysterious- when it starts storming. The rain drenches you and pretty much everyone else that’s sitting on the porch, leaving you scrambling for shelter. Luckily, Mark offers you a ride.

“Sleep tight, don’t let the bed bugs bite!” Mark hollars out the window of his truck, his words getting lost in the night as he speeds off. His truck hits a pothole and you can imagine him swearing as his head hits the roof. Giggling to yourself, you unlock your apartment and slip inside. It’s close to 2 in the morning, so you decide that if you’re already not going to get that much sleep, why not binge Shameless?

You only get through two episodes before your eyelids feel heavy, and you have to fight to keep them open. On screen, there’s a bar fight that you try to take interest in, but sleep quickly pulls you under.

“Welcome back, little bird.” The voice is all around you, but no matter how much you turn and search, no one’s to be found.

“Turn around, little bird, I am here.” Spinning abruptly, you come face to face with the man from earlier, Jaehyun. He gives you a chilling grin.

“So we meet again,” he starts, and his voice no longer sounds eerie or inauthentic. He sounds like, well, a normal man. “Tell me, what would you do if I were to kiss you?”

You swallow, tongue darting out to wet your lips on instinct. “Depends. Are you a good kisser?” You aim for coy, but you miss the mark and land closer to worried.

“You could say that.” He pulls you close with one hand on the back of your head, stopping right before your lips. “May I?”

You nod, and he pulls you in for a gentle, closed mouth kiss.

It’s like that touch ignites a fire in you, because before you know it, your arms are thrown around his neck, dragging him closer to deepen the kiss. You lick along his lower lip and he readily grants you access, a throaty groan leaving him when you suck on his tongue. Liquid heat courses through your veins when he nips at your lower lip, tongue flicking over it in apology. You moan, raw and needy. He likes that, if the chuckle and wicked grin is anything to go by. Picking you up so that your legs are wrapped around his waist, he walks over to a bed that definitely wasn’t there before.

He drops you on the bed, and then suddenly you’re both naked. Jaehyun leans over you, all lean muscles and golden skin. His cock hangs hard and flushed between his legs, and you have the urge to swallow him down. He groans, as if reading your mind, and then reaches to pump himself slowly, long fingers wrapped around the length. “Not now, little bird, not now. I have something else in mind.” With one gentle push to your shoulders, you’re lying flat on the bed, Jaehyun between your legs. His mouth hovers over your core, already wet and dripping despite not having been touched. He plays idly with the slick on your upper thigh, drawing random patterns into the flesh. His eyes are dark, and you could swear that they’re entirely black, no white visible. He peers curiously up at you from between your legs, watching your reaction as his fingers get closer and closer to where you want him. Your breathing picks up as arousal thrums through your body, center pulsing and aching for some sort of relief.

“May I have you?” His breath ghosts over your center when you speak, the sensation making you even needier.

You nod quickly. “Take it, fuck, you have all of me.” He grins, wasting no time in diving in. His tongue feels impossibly good, licking up your folds and circling over your clit. He leaves sloppy kisses along your core, one hand massaging your thigh and keeping you spread open. You cry out when his tongue pushes into you, his nose brushing your clit and sending sparks up your spine.

His tongue feels impossibly long, so good inside of you that you feel like you’re losing your mind. Your hips buck up desperately, riding his face to hell and back. One arm gets thrown over your stomach to keep you in place while two fingers from his free hand dip into your soaking core, curling into that spot immediately. Stars flash behind your eyes, one hand coming down to fist in Jaehyun’s hair. Your feet scramble frantically along his back, heels digging in in an effort to anchor yourself, toes curling at the sensations singing through you.

You feel your orgasm drawing closer, heat pooling in your center. You whimper brokenly as you try to chase after your high, grinding your hips along his tongue. He lets you, just holding his tongue flat out for you to ride.

You come like that, falling apart on his tongue, screams of his name falling from your lips. He works you through it, tongue gently licking along your folds, slurping up your arousal as if he hasn’t had a meal in weeks.

You lay there, boneless and whimpering weakly through the aftershocks until Jaehyun pulls away to kiss up your body. He licks into your mouth hotly, reminding you that he hasn’t come yet. You bat weakly at his chest, pushing him onto his back. “Your turn,”

He groans in appreciation at the view of you above him. “So perfect, little bird. I’m gonna have so much fun with your soul.”

This sentence freezes you in your spot. “What the fuck does that mean?”

Jaehyun meets your gaze, black eyes entrancing you. “That means, y/n, that I’m going to have your soul. You belong to me now, hmm?” One of his hands plays gently with a strand of your hair. “That’s what you agreed to earlier, no?”

“N-no.” You try backing away, but the inhuman voice from earlier is back, echoing everywhere, repeating his words over and over until you can’t take it anymore-

You wake with a gasp, hitting your head as you sit up. Your computer is still on your lap, episode fifteen playing. Fuck, you’ve only been asleep for forty five minutes. It’s not even three yet, and you don’t have to go to work until eight. Deciding there’s no way you’re falling back asleep, you get up and decide to bake.

Five hours later, your coworkers love you when you show up with containers of cinnamon rolls, five different types of cookies, and a coffee cake. Mark looks mildly worried.

“You okay? I haven’t seen you bake since high school.” You snap out of your thoughts and turn to face Mark. The look of concern on your best friend’s face is enough to make you feel guilty and you nod, forcing a smile onto your face.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Had a bad dream last night and couldn’t sleep, that’s all.” You respond, trying not to show how bothered you actually are.

“Wanna talk about it?” Mark leans forward over his desk, chin planted on his hand.

“No, it’s gonna sound dumb.” You whine, shaking your head. And it is dumb, even to you. You’re scared because you had a dream that some man ate you out and then told you he was going to take your soul?

“Well, you always sound dumb. Of course your dreams are gonna be dumb.” Mark laughs as you chuck a piece of cake at him, infectious laugh soothing you. You sigh.

Mark raises his eyebrows at you when you finish telling him your dream. “You’re scared because you had a wet dream? Damn, I’d be living in a nightmare if I was scared after every wet dream I’ve had.”

You kick him under the table. “Mark! It was really scary. He told me he was going to take my soul!”

Upon seeing that you’re actually freaked out, his face softens. “Look, y/n, you’ve got nothing to worry about. You probably just thought that he was hot, and your brain remembered his face and put it in a dream. I wouldn’t worry about it; what’s the worst he’s gonna do, haunt you?”

You give a shaky nod, agreeing. It’s not like something from your dreams could actually harm you. Mark reaches across the desk, taking your hand in his and giving a tight squeeze, warm brown eyes gazing at you openly. “And if something does happen, just remember that I’m your best friend. I’ll be here for you.”

“Thanks, Mark. Means a lot to me.”

He leans back in his seat. “Anytime, anyplace, anything. Triple A.”

You smile, raising an eyebrow. “Anything?”

His eyes go wide, taking in the glint in your eyes. “Within reason.”

“How about a sip of coffee?” You nod down at his cup, pasting a huge smile on your face.

“I did say within reason, so no.”

You huff. “I expected that.”

Although you don’t scare easily, it’s safe to say that you’re a bit unsettled tonight, especially after your nightmare last night. You find yourself jumping at every little noise, hand slamming the light switch on with your pulse racing every five minutes. This has been going on for an hour, and after a final sweep of your room reveals nothing, you decide that maybe a face mask will help you relax.

Your bathroom has two mirrors facing each other, which is normally a blessing when you do your hair, but tonight it does nothing but make you want to hide under your blankets.

Get a grip on yourself, you chastise, grabbing your phone and opening spotify. Maybe some music will help? You click on your Christmas playlist because what better way to cheer up than to think about your favorite holiday?

A mistake, really, because it seems that you’ve forgotten how creepy Santa is.

“He sees you when you’re sleeping, he knows when you’re awake,” Yikes. You stop that song in a hurry, feeling anything but comforted. No music then, noted.

You reach for your face wash, turning the sink on and waiting for the water to warm. You can’t help but glance in the mirror behind you every so often, paranoia getting the best of you. Man, you feel pathetic, worrying about monsters in your closet like you’re six and not twenty-six.

You wash your face quickly, hoping that your fears will wash away as well. No such luck.

You swear you see something move behind you after you dry your face off, but there’s nothing there. Shaking it off, you reach for your face mask, taking your time painting your face with the green clay.

It’s after your face is coated that you spot someone in the glass behind you. You scream, whipping around to come face to face with a man. Not just any man- Jaehyun.

Your heart thunders in your chest, eyes widening in fear. He seems to be in the mirror, copying your petrified expression mockingly.

“Hello, little bird.” He purrs, smirking lightly.

“Are you- are you in my mirror?” You’re in disbelief, mind struggling to comprehend this. First you spot him while in a weird trance, then in a dream, and now in your mirror? Maybe you’re having a quarter life crisis.

“No, I am not. Mirrors are just gateways to alternate dimensions. I’m merely using the mirror to visit you.” He says this like it’s common knowledge. It feels like your throat is made of sandpaper with how hard it is to choke out your words. “O-okay. I’m just gonna- yeah.”

You grab your phone from the counter and bolt, fumbling for your keys before jumping into your car and speeding off in the direction of Mark’s house. You call him, fingers fumbling on the screen. He goes to voicemail the first time, and your heart drops. “No, no, no,” you whisper frantically, calling again. He does pick up this time.

“Y/n? It’s the middle of the night.” His voice sounds gruff, and you feel guilty for waking him up. One glance in your rear view mirror reveals that Jaehyun is joining you on this ride, and you scream, car swerving violently to one side before you straighten it out.

“Where are we going, little bird?”

“Y/n? Are you okay?” Mark’s voice has lost its sleepy edge, taking on a concerned tone. He says your name again, more frantic.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Your tires squeal as you make a turn, now only two blocks away. “Can I- can I come over? I really need to be with someone right now.”

“Of course, you know you’re always welcome. The door’s unlocked.”

You hang up, willing the tears in your eyes to not spill over. Finally arriving, you slam on the breaks and haphazardly pull next to a curb, yanking the key out of the ignition and sprinting to Mark’s house.

You lock the door behind you when you step inside, testing the handle as if a door could stop a mirror traveling demon or whatever the fuck Jaehyun was from coming inside. “Mirrors,” you mumble, reaching the stairs.

“Y/n? What’s-” Mark stands at the top of the stairs, one hand rubbing at his eyes. You cut him off, flying up the stairs.

“Mirrors, fuck. Mark, we need to cover the mirrors!” You breeze by his shocked figure, not noticing the way he turns to stare at you incredulously.

“What, why? Y/n, are you crazy?”

Ignoring him, you throw a towel over the mirror in his bathroom, ripping open a pack of bandaids to use as adhesive.

You throw another towel over the mirror in his bedroom, collapsing on his bed when you’re done and finally allowing yourself to sob.

“Y/n, hey, what’s wrong? Talk to me.” Mark, as gentle and caring as ever, comes over to sit next to you, one hand combing through your hair.

“I- don’t laugh at me.” You stare him straight in the eye, pleading with him. You know you’re going to sound crazy, but you’re praying that your best friend listens to you. He nods, urging you to go on.

“That- that man I saw in my dream and during whatever fucked up game Hyuck had us play? He was in my fucking mirror, Mark. I- the whole night, I had this feeling that I was being watched, and then I went into my bathroom and he was just there, and-” You’re hyperventilating at this point, fighting for every breath, tears clouding your vision. “He was in my car, in the rear view mirror-” Mark pulls you closer, enveloping you in his arms and allowing you to sob loudly into his chest. You cry for a few minutes, until you’re finally able to pull yourself together.

“Shh, it’s okay. You’ve had a rough week, I know. It’s okay, everything’s going to be okay.”

He wipes a tear away from your check, patting you lightly. “Why don’t you go wash this off, okay? We can watch a movie after.” He offers, and until that point, you’d forgotten you were wearing a face mask. You grimace at the green imprint on his black shirt, but he just chuckles. “I’ll go grab you some water in the meantime.”

Nodding, you garner up the energy to walk to his bathroom. It’s fine, the mirror’s covered, he can’t hurt you. You close the door just in case, wanting an extra level of protection

You rinse your face with cold water, hoping that it will clear your mind. You give your face a couple more splashes before drying off with a towel.

“You missed a spot on your forehead.” You freeze before looking around wildly. There’s no one around, which can only mean that Jaehyun can still see you. Swallowing, you start the water again, rubbing at your forehead.

“And your left cheek.” You rub at the skin, being way too harsh but you excuse it considering your situation. “No, your other left. My left.”

“Jesus,” You growl in annoyance, reaching up to rip the towel down. Sure enough, there’s a splotch of green on your cheek. Jaehyun’s nowhere to be found. Maybe I am losing my mind.

You finish rinsing the mask off, finding some face lotion buried in Mark’s drawer, screaming bloody murder when Jaehyun appears in the mirror again. “Looking for me?”

“No! Leave me alone!” You cry, head spinning. Jaehyun fakes a pout, holding a hand over his heart in mock hurt. Do demons even have hearts?

“Ouch, little bird. You don’t want to finish what we started the other night? When I had you moaning so pretty, so wet for me. I’m sure your pussy would take me so well, hmm?” Your heart rate kicks up again, but for a different reason this time. You almost moan, thinking about the dream.

Because he was right, you had been so wet. The want comes back full forces, slamming into you like a truck. You remember how needy you were, wanting to suck his cock so bad, wanting him to fuck you like there’s no tomorrow. All fear that you previously had is slowly disappearing, fading into lust.

The demon smiles knowingly. “Ah, little bird, so you do remember. Remember how you promised me that you’re mine?”

You nod, eyes glazing over. You’re wet, panties starting to stick to your throbbing core uncomfortably.

“Mmmh, I bet you’re already dripping for me. Just waiting for me to come out and fill you up.”

Hearing your name leave his lips sends a wave of arousal crashing through you so strong that your knees buckle, grabbing onto the counter for support. He chuckles, but whatever he’s about to say is cut off by Mark.

“What were you say-” Your best friend trails off, eyes wide as he observes the scene. You snap out of your haze at the interruption. His mouth parts in shock. “You really weren’t kidding, shit.” He laughs humorlessly.

Then, quick as lightning, he rears back and punches the mirror. You scream in surprise at the crack, shards falling to the floor.

You and Mark both stare at the broken shards of glass on the ground, gleaming under the lights. “Mark,” You start, trailing off once you realize you have nothing to say. He seems to understand, walking forward until he’s close enough to pull you into a hug. You feel tears start to slide down your cheeks, dampening the cotton of your best friends shirt. You hug him closer, burying your face into his broad chest. He wraps himself around you, and you let yourself be lulled into the sense of security that his larger frame brings you. A sense of security that vanishes once you hear a low chuckle that definitely does not belong to Mark.

You both scream, leaping backwards and away from the noise. Jaehyun stands there, just in front of the door, with a shit eating grin on his face. You cower behind Mark, who is wrapping a protective arm around you while simultaneously trying to hide behind you.

“I really must thank you for finally setting me free. Normally I have to wait for some asshole with a ouija board, but then there’s just so many other demons that I have to compete with. So I just stick to the dream world-” He pauses to wink at you for emphasis “-but this is so much more fun.” His eyes are black, and you can’t tell where he’s looking. Swallowing, you clutch onto Mark’s arm for dear life.

The demon seems to regard the two of you for a moment, before his amusement seems to grow. He begins to move forward.

“Ah, Mark Lee. Lovely name for a stupid boy. Didn’t you know breaking a mirror is bad luck?” By this point, you and Mark are flattened against the wall, while Jaehyun stands less than a foot away from the two of you. There’s nowhere to run. This is it, you think, this is how I die.

Jaehyun chuckles, turning to you. You lower your gaze to the ground; it hurts to make eye contact with him. “No, little bird. This isn’t how you die, don’t worry.”

Then he’s backing away from the two of you, motioning to follow him. The logical part of your brain is screaming not to, but you find yourself drawn to him, legs carrying you after him without your consent, Mark clutching your arm tightly as he walks next to you.

Jaehyun seems to know the layout of the house, leading you straight into Mark’s bedroom. The demon grabs a chair from the desk and spins it around, straddling it so that he’s facing the bed.

He motions lazily. “Go on now, have a seat. Get comfortable.”

You find yourself sitting down on the edge of the bed, following his words like marching orders. Mark sits about half a foot away from you. Jaehyun shakes his head. “No, no, no. That won’t do. I said to get comfortable, did I not?” He raises an eyebrow as if daring you to argue with him. “Go lay down at the head board.”

You crawl to the head of the bed, settling so that you’re on your side, facing the demon. Mark follows suit, pulling you close to him so that you’re spooning. Jaehyun lets out a pleased hum. “Much better. Aren’t you much more comfortable now?” Nodding, you realize that you actually are more comfortable. It’s not just the change of position, but the energy in the room as well. The demon is no longer giving off a threatening aura. It’s more relaxed, maybe even happy? He certainly looks more relaxed, probably as happy as a demon can get, if not a little smug.

Your body is pulsing with energy, and it takes you a moment to place what you’re feeling. The earlier need to run that you had felt has been replaced with another need, albeit further down. Your thighs clench as another surge of heat pulses through your core, and your face warms at the realization. Why now, of all times, are you horny?

Jaehyun’s grin broadens as he seems to sense your dilemma. “Oh, little bird, if only you knew. Tell me, what type of demon do you think I am?” He watches you curiously, black eyes staring into your soul.

You try to tilt your head towards Mark, but the position’s too awkward and you only catch a glimpse of the side of his face. He looks a bit flushed from what you can see, teeth digging into his plush bottom lip, teeth that you could easily replace with your own- you blink, dazedly. What the fuck? Sexual thoughts about your best friend? That’s a new one. Even if you’ve noticed that he’s hot, you’d never thought about him sexually. Now, though, you can feel the hardness of his dick against your ass, and you can’t help but think about how good he could fuck you.

“Incubus,” You finally manage, blinking rapidly to clear the haze of your vision. Jaehyun grins, looking genuinely surprised that you’d gotten it right.

“Good girl. Make a little sense now?” You nod, fighting a moan as Mark starts to rock against you, slowly, as if he’s unconsciously doing it. Jaehyun notices.

“How about you, Mark? You doing alright over there?”

Your friend, your best friend, buries his face in your neck and groans, deep and delicious. It sends another surge of heat through your body, the growing need between your legs pulsing pathetically. “What are you doing to us?” The words are growled behind you, vibrating against the skin where his lips are pressed.

“Oh no, Mark, I’m not doing anything to you. The only thing I can do to you is make you realize your desires. Your deepest, darkest fantasies? I make that happen. Finally being able to fuck the girl you’ve been in love with for years? I make that happen.” The words take a minute to register with you, but you stiffen when the meaning hits you. Mark Lee, in love with you? An unlikely story, bordering impossible.

The demon chuckles at your inner turmoil, rolling his eyes at how dumb humans can be. “You too, y/n. You love Mark, even if you won’t admit it. You let the idea that he was too good for you scare you away from him. Do you not remember how often you thought of him, late at night after first meeting him?”

You groan in protest, not because it’s not true, but because you do remember. It had been so long ago. When you hadn’t known Mark, had only known of him. You pull away from Mark, awkwardly pushing him to lay flat against the pillows while you clamber on top of him.

“Mark, is it true? Do you love me?” You hold his face between your hands, staring into his eyes. He meets your gaze, pupils blown and eyes half lidded. He nods as best he can.

“So, so much.” Mark’s voice comes out raspy, matching his flushed skin. You lean down to kiss him, uncaring of the other presence in the room. Mark moans when your lips make contact, hands pulling you to straddle him. Your eyelids flutter at the feeling of his clothed cock against your center, rocking your hips to try to ease the throb of your core. His hands fly to your ass, pulling and kneading at the flesh as he urges you into a harsher pace.

The kiss is rougher, needier now, open mouthed and panting. Mark’s got his tongue tangled with yours, sucking in such a way that sends waves of heat through you. You want him in you, any part of him really.

Jaehyun seems to agree, speaking up from right next to you. You jump, having forgotten he was there although he’s the reason you’re like this in the first place.

“Let’s get the show on the road. As much as I’m enjoying this, I think we’d all enjoy something else a little more.” The demon reaches for the hem of your shirt and you nod, raising your arms above your head to let him pull the garment off. Mark groans at the newly revealed skin, hands going to cup your breasts through the fabric of your bra. “Fuck,” He whines, staring in awe at your chest. He doesn’t waste time before leaning up to kiss along your cleavage, pulling the bra down to expose your breasts. Another set of hands unclasp the bra before traveling down your torso to rub circles into your hip bones, sliding your sleeping shorts and panties off at the same time. Jaehyun throws the shorts somewhere off the bed. He keeps the panties, a pleased sigh leaving him as he appreciates the ruined fabric.

“Fuck, little bird. You’re really enjoying this,” He comments, as if he isn’t a fucking lust demon that can sense these kinds of things. You don’t voice your thoughts, because Mark chooses this moment to suck a nipple into his mouth, nibbling and sucking on the sensitive skin so that all you can do is moan. “You’ve even ruined your panties. They’re soaked.”

He hands the strip of lace to Mark, who lets out a throaty groan at the sight. “You’re not getting these back.” He informs you, slipping the garment into his bedside drawer. You ignore him, instead tugging insistently at his shirt. He takes pity on you, grabbing the collar and yanking the baggy tee over his head.

You let your hands slide down his chest in admiration, feeling the hard lines of his muscles. You lick your lips at how broad his shoulders are, how strong he looks. Jaehyun doesn’t give you much time to enjoy the view, gliding two fingers along your slit before circling around your little nub. A cry of pleasure leaves you to mindlessly press your face into Mark’s collarbone, nipping and sucking the flesh until you’re sure you’ve left a bruise.

Jaehyun slips the two fingers into your aching core, curling and dragging them so well along your walls. Sparks of electricity flow through your veins, heat pooling in your center.

Mark groans from below you. Looking down, you see that you’ve unconsciously dug your nails into his hard chest in an effort to ground yourself. You remove your hands, only to spot little red half crescents littered over his skin. You rub your palms over the marks as if to soothe them, but it seems that the man wasn’t groaning from pain.

“Y/n” He sounds so fucked out, voice hoarse and raw even though hardly anything has happened yet. “You look so good like this, so perfect for me.” He brings one large hand up to cup your cheek, thumb delicately stroking over your cheekbone before moving down to trace your lower lip. You part your lips, letting him slide in before sucking around the digit, tongue curling around it as if it were his cock. His eyes darken a fraction, tongue coming out to wet his lips, swollen and kiss bitten.

You moan around the digit as Jaehyun adds a third finger, stretching your walls so pleasantly that you can’t help but buck your hips back for more. A whine forces its way out of your throat as the demon pulls his fingers out of you, leaving an empty ache between your thighs.

“Don’t you think it would be more fun if she was sucking on something a bit bigger than your finger, Mark?” The voice startles you, breath tickling your ear as he speaks. The man under you nods, swallowing thickly. Your eyes are drawn to the way his Adam’s apple bobs with the movement, and a gush of wetness pulses down below. Your thighs are probably covered in your arousal at this point.

You scoot down his body, trailing kisses and bites down his toned stomach. You take your time unzipping his pants, sucking a mark into the soft skin below his navel. He’s hard as a rock, and you moan in appreciation at the sheer size of him once you shimmy his jeans down his thighs.

“No underwear?” You ask, mouth curling up in a teasing smirk. He huffs out a laugh, propping himself up on his elbows so that he can watch. “No, ‘s too restricting.”

You lazily pump his dick, thumb flicking over the tip once or twice. You plan to tease him more, but then Jaehyun’s pushing your head down and you have no choice but to open your mouth wide, innocent eyes peeking up at Mark as you take his cock in your mouth. He’s so big that you can’t take him in all the way, keeping one hand curled around his cock to stroke what your mouth can’t reach. You let it get sloppy, using your spit to ease the glide until you’ve got a pleasant rhythm going. Mark replaces Jaehyun’s hands with his own, gathering strands of your hair in his palms and using that grip to control your pace. “F-fuck,” He lets out a shaky exhale, letting his head fall back against the pillows once he’s satisfied with the pace.

Jaehyun slaps your ass, a loud smack sounding throughout the room. You moan, pitching forward onto Mark’s cock and gagging as he hits the back of your throat. A strangled cry leaves the man above you, his hips thrusting even further into the tight, wet heat of your mouth.

The demon kneads your stinging flesh before using his grip on you to pull your hips up. “Good girl,” You keen under his praises, sticking your ass up even higher. The warm, wet pressure against your center has you faltering, moaning almost violently around Mark’s cock. He doesn’t seem to be having any complaints, the vibrations forcing a moan of his own out.

Your eyes roll up into your head as Jaehyun wraps his lips around your clit, sucking harshly. You’re sure you’d be screaming by now if Mark’s cock wasn’t halfway down your throat. You’ve given up sucking him off by this point, content to let the man fuck your mouth while Jaehyun sucks your fucking soul out from between your legs. It feels so good, not used to being the center of even one man’s focus, let alone two.

Mark eases you off of his cock after you accidentally bite him, using your spit to ease the slide as he lazily fucks up into his loose fist. You rest your head on his thigh, alternating between moaning wantonly and mouthing messily against the skin as you feel your orgasm approach.

Jaehyun pulls away at the last second, and you whine loudly as your orgasm is cut off. The feeling of frustration leaves you close to tears, and you jiggle your ass in hopes that it will regain his attention. It does momentarily, as Jaehyun lands a harsh smack on the flesh, but he pulls away again.

“Mark,” The man in question looks up, hand freezing on his dick as if waiting for Jaehyun’s orders. And fuck, what a sight that would be: your normally brash and confident friend being so pliant and submissive to a near stranger… You blink out of it, feeling mildly ashamed even in your current state. Luckily, Jaehyun interrupts your thoughts. “I’m feeling generous today, so I’ll let you go first. You’ve been waiting long enough for this, anyway.”

Mark nods eagerly, pulling you into a desperate kiss. You paw at every inch of skin you can reach, searching for a release from the ache inside of you. Your wish is granted when he hooks two fingers in your soaking cunt, groaning at how wet you are. He scissors you open quickly, hissing at how tight you feel.

“Ready, angel? Want my cock?” The pet name has you moaning, though it draws a low chuckle from Jaehyun, who’s watching from his position next to Mark.

“Hurry up, already. Need you in me, ‘ve waited so long.”

Mark lights up at this, smile stretching his features. He looks so breathtaking in this moment, skin glowing and flushed, hair mussed up, eyes blown wide and half lidded.

“I’m yours,” He breathes, leaning up for one last kiss. His hands slide down to your hips, pulling you forward so that you’re hovering above his thick cock. “Ride me baby.”

“I’d love to.” Reaching one hand down to position him at your entrance, you start to lower yourself down. Of course, Jaehyun chooses this exact moment to stop you. He truly is the spawn of Satan.

“Little bird, hold on just a second. I found something of interest in the back of Markie’s brain.” You cringe as he mocks your earlier nickname for the man. “What’s this I’m seeing, Mark? You like it up the ass?” His tone is teasing, but Mark groans in embarrassment. His face has gone an alarming shade of red by this point. “N-no,” He tries to deny, sputtering excuses but Jaehyun cuts him off with a press of a finger to his lips. “Oh, Mark, don’t get shy on me now. It’s a perfectly fine thing to like. Little bird, you’ll get your turn in a minute. You,” He snaps his fingers at Mark. “Come here. Kneel up, just like that. Perfect.” He appraises Mark’s ass for a moment, hands moulding the flesh before slipping a finger in. Mark’s eyebrows furrow, and you shoot up in alarm. “Doesn’t he need lube?”

Jaehyun looks at you, surprised that you care, before chuckling. “I can produce lube. Perks of being a lust demon.” Winking at you, he returns his focus to Mark. You can’t see what he’s doing, but the pure pleasure present on your best friends face has you clenching your thighs together, waves of need crashing through you. If you thought he looked good before, he looks absolutely gone now. Breathless groans are leaving him now, eyelids fighting to stay open as he sinks down on the others fingers. You watch him, mesmerized, before shuffling over to him.

“How close are you?”

He forces his gaze down to you. “Kind of- nngh- close, w-why?”

Wrapping a hand around his base lightly, you start stroking. “Will you come if I blow you?”

He moans, a punched out sound that takes you by surprise. “Fuck, yes, I’ll definitely come if you blow me.” You pout in disappointment. Upon seeing your crestfallen expression, he continues. “Maybe we c-can- oh, yes- figure something out. Jaehyun,” He turns his head back behind him, struggling to get the words out between moans. “Can I eat y/n out?”

There’s just something so hot about Mark asking for permission from someone else that you can’t help the whimper that escapes you. Jaehyun must nod, because then you’re being laid back, Mark settling between your thighs. He’s sucking sweet kisses into your core almost immediately, pulling your legs over his shoulders to give him better access. You’re letting out sharp cries of pleasure the whole time, eyes fighting the urge to roll back in your head in favor of watching Mark between your legs. A particularly well placed flick of his tongue has your hips rolling against his face, grasping the sheets in your hand as your mind blanks. The pleasure climbing through your system is insane, threatening to burn you from the inside out.

It only gets better once Mark starts moaning, his sinful mouth sending sweet vibrations traveling up your core. You manage to catch sight of Jaehyun behind him, kissing wetly along his shoulders and neck, features curving into a smirk once he notices you watching him.

“Little bird likes this, hmm? Like watching another man pleasure your boyfriend while he pleases you?” You hum, unable to tear yourself away from his gaze, unable to even think, letting his boyfriend comment slide. Whereas before it hurt to look directly into his eyes, you now find yourself getting lost in his dark orbs. It’s like a drug, your pleasure being amplified by the man, demon, whatever in front of you.

You finally break eye contact, head falling back against the mattress as Mark draws you closer and closer to your peak. Burying one hand in his hair, you use the leverage to grind your core against his face, chasing your sweet release. “C-close, Mark, please-” You don’t know what you’re begging for at this point. It’s too much but not enough at the same time. Jaehyun saves you from having to decide by cruelly ripping your orgasm away from you, again, dragging Mark’s face away from your pussy.

A few tears slip down your face at this point, frustration reaching its peak. Jaehyun wipes the tears away, laughing lowly. “Don’t worry, you’ll get what you desire soon.”

He must pull out of Mark, because your friend whimpers before seeming to realize what he just did and clears his throat uncomfortably.

“Mark, would you like to fuck our little bird now?” Mark nods, tongue flicking out to wet dry lips.

Jaehyun smirks. “Good. On your back. Y/n, ride him.” You don’t have to be told twice. You scramble onto your knees, wasting no time in straddling Mark before dropping yourself down on him. You both moan in satisfaction, you at finally being filled and Mark at your tightness. You have to brace both hands on his chest, almost collapsing at the overwhelming relief you feel. Beyond the burn of the stretch, his cock filling you up so nicely, there’s a sweet pleasure, a satisfaction.

You don’t wait very long to adjust, grinding your hips in smooth circles before lifting yourself off of him and dropping yourself back down. You quickly start a rhythm of you bouncing on his cock, eyes rolling at how fucking big he feels in you.

Mark’s hands are locked in a vice grip on your ass, fingers digging into the supple flesh and using his grip to urge you into a faster pace.

Jaehyun decides to join, coming up behind you to kiss at your neck, one hand reaching up to your mouth. “Suck,” He commands, slipping two fingers past your willing lips. You do, hollowing your cheeks and slurping around the digits, wishing that it was his dick. He hums behind you, bringing the wet digits down to your entrance, finding your clit with ease and rubbing fast circles into the little nub. You moan even louder now, feeling yourself speed towards your climax. You’ve been on edge for too long, you can’t hold on anymore.

“You close, little bird? Going to come on Mark’s cock? Gonna make him fill you up, pound into that dirty cunt?” His words get to you, your head falling back against his shoulder once more.

“Yes, yes! Oh, please, please-” He cuts off your mindless rambling by pulling you in for a kiss, one that you melt into. This is the first time he’s kissed you, and you’re quite upset that you hadn’t kissed him earlier. It’s a hot kiss, lots of tongue and teeth. It heightens your pleasure immensely, and you can’t stop kissing him. You suck on his tongue filthily, and oh, he must like that if the resulting groan is anything to go by. Even when he goes to pull away, you won’t let him, one hand fisting in his hair to keep him close. He seems to be speeding up your release, if that were even possible. Your mind feels hazier now, every sensation heightened, core screaming for release. You feel your orgasm twisting painfully at your insides, pulsing before finally exploding. The intensity of it rips a scream out of your throat, nails scratching across Mark’s chest as Jaehyun licks even deeper into your mouth, drinking up the noises you make.

When you come down, Mark is still thrusting desperately up into you, though he stops at the demons command. “From behind,” You hear Jaehyun say, but everything’s hazy at this point. Your mind is still fuzzy from your orgasm, and it’s like watching through a screen. Like you’re high, though you hadn’t had anything the whole day.

Mark manhandles you into position, hands and knees with your ass raised high in the air. He leaves one gentle kiss on your shoulder blade before relentlessly pounding into you, cock hitting even deeper in this position. Jaehyun kneels in front of you, pulling your face in towards his cock. You moan around him as he slips inside, mouth not quite burning at the stretch like Mark, though the demon still has you gagging. His cock has the same effect on you as his kisses did, and you feel addicted. You’re slurping and sucking and moaning around him, not wanting the intense pleasure to stop. You barely hear the kissing above you, taking far too long to register that Jaehyun has pulled Mark into a messy kiss above you. The image has you moaning even more wantonly, ass pushing back against Mark.

The kiss seems to have a similar effect on the man, because then he’s slamming into you at an even more relentless rate, moans higher and more frequent before he’s coming with a shout, finally filling you up. Your core pulses again at the feeling, and you suck at Jaehyun’s dick with renewed vigor. His hands fist in your hair, keeping you still so that he can fuck your mouth as hard as he wants. You relish in the feeling of your throat being fucked raw, spit dripping out of your mouth and down his cock. He lets out a deep groan, hips slamming deep one last time as he finishes. His cum seems to ignite a fire within you, because you’re coming almost simultaneously with him, despite not even being touched.

You collapse afterwards, dragging yourself to Mark and letting him drape himself over you. You let yourself drift off to sleep, sated and still riding the high.

The demon kisses each of you one last time, drinking in the last remaining parts of your soul, watching as the two humans take their last breaths. “Thanks for the meal, lovelies.” He chuckles, petting your head almost affectionately before walking out into the night sky, not sparing a single glance back.

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Hii, I'm unsure as to who do you take requests for :( I'll just hope that you write for the yautja!

Could you maybe write a yautja's reaction to his furure mate seeing his face for the first time and they are like "😳" and all of the sudden they are even more shy around him since their crush on him only got stronger?

Thank you for reading and sorry if I requested a character you don't write for, haha. Please, feel free to ignore my request if that's the case! Have a lovely day! 💙

All of the characters I write for are listed on my character list, which can be found via my masterlist, but I'm glad you requested this, because it's given me the chance to try writing something new. This is my first time writing for a yautja, so I'm sorry if it sucks😅💛

Are You ill?

Yautja x reader

Warnings: some minor bad language

Masterlist

They're tapping under his mask again, the rhythmic clinking of their blunt nails on the dented metal drawing the yautja's attention to the human in his arms. He looks down at them, finding their wide eyes fixed on him, clearly curious, as they always have been, their lips drawn into what he's come to recognise as fascination - he's still a little unsure of which emotions are displayed by which expression, but he has a pretty good idea. Their hand rests by the chin of the face mask, fingers running over the covering, their other hand splayed on his chest to keep them balanced. He's not wearing his chest and shoulder armour, or the majority of his arm greaves, and his legs are bare of their metal shielding to make him more comfortable, but his face is still covered, and that means (Y/n) is likely to fidget with it.

Inside his mask, the yautja clicks questioningly, his mandibles and mouth starting to form awkwardly around unfamiliar words.

"What are you doing?" His voice always sounds unnaturally coarse to him as he speaks the human language, whichever dialect it is, the lexis unnatural to him as he forces his way through the question.

They look startled, but only momentarily, their eyes flicking up to the eyes of his mask, a smile playing at their face. He knows that expression - content.

"Oh, nothing. Just...Curious, is all." (Y/n) sounds so much sweeter when speaking their natural language, their voice running through the sentences smoothly and wonderfully.

"Curious?" He coughs up the word, stilling his hands on their back, lightly caressing his fingertips over their hips instead, careful to mind his shape claws; he can still feel the scar where he once caught them on their side.

"Yeah." The affirm, nodding.

"Why?"

They don't even have to think through what they're saying.

"I'm curious as to what you look like without your mask on." They inform him, shifting to lean up on their elbows, putting their weight on his chest, not that there is much weight. He could hold them up with two fingers, easily.

At their words, however, he has to take a moment to process them, roughly translating them in his head. As he figures it out, his body stiffen slightly, mandibles clicking together in consideration.

"You will not like what you see." Is all he says, turning his head away - he's not displeased with how he looks, but he is aware that humans are more particular when picking mates than yautja are, and his looks are not the norm for them.

"How do you know?" (Y/n) shakes their head, "And anyway, appearance shouldn't change anything in a relationship. It's not the most important factor."

Their response is encouraging to him, once he's deciphered the foreign words, but he's still hesitant. Inadvertently, he makes a sharper clicking sound, one of contemplation this time, but they just smile and lightly rub at one of his dreadlocks, sending small sparks of pleasure through him. Purring lowly, the yautja relaxes, enjoying their touch, feeling more at ease now.

"If you wish to see my face, I will show you." He eventually says, sitting up with the human still cradled against his chest, settling them in his lap as he lifts a hand to unfasten the gas tubes. Hissing sounds ensue as he plucks the tubing from its relevant inserts, his nerves sparking up slightly as he notices (Y/n) watching intently. Internally, he scolds himself for being weak: a hunter like him should not be so afraid to show his face to another.

Slowly, deliberately, the yautja reaches up and hooks his fingers under the lip of his mask, taking a firm hold of it as he pulls it upwards, clearing it of his dreadlocks and jaw. As his face is exposed to the light of the room, he has to let his eyes adjust slightly, unused to seeing in this light without his helmet. He drops the mask to the floor beside them, returning his gaze back to the human sat on his thighs, mandibles clacking together nervously.

(Y/n) is silent. Their eyes are fixed on him, roaming his every feature, his every scar, lingering on the powerful tusks jutting out from his jaw, their mouth falling open in surprise. Purring to help calm them, the yautja tilts his head to the side, keeping still as he waits for them to respond, his breath catching as he runs through every possible scenario in his head. They don't seem to be reacting badly, but they've stayed quiet for a good minute now, and that worries him.

"Holy mother of god…" They finally say, voice quiet as they lean back to look at him properly, eyes wide. A blush is quickly rising to their cheeks, but the yautja doesn't say anything - The red flush on human faces has never quite made sense to him.

"You are afraid?" He clicks, misreading their tells as he reaches for his mask again.

Hastily, they shake their head, mouth opening and closing as they struggle for words.

"No! No, I'm not. Quite the opposite." They laugh shyly, turning their head away as they shift in his lap.

Purring again, he lifts a hand and takes their chin in his grip, gently, like he's seen humans do before, tilting their head towards him, scrutinizing their expression. Their skin is warm to the touch, and their face is bright red, signs that draw a worried click from him.

"Are you ill?" He asks them, pressing his palm to their cheeks, trying to gain a more accurate reading on their skin temperature.

Surprisingly, they only chuckle, carefully pushing his hand away as they lift their own, hesitantly placing a finger on one of his upper mandibles. Gently, they run the digit along the curve of his face, tracing over the strong muscle in his jaw, marvelling at the power there. He has to fight the urge to nip at their finger as it draws close to his inner mouth, unable to help it as his tongue slips out in its stead, teasing at the appendage playfully. They giggle, cupping his face in their hands as best they can, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his lower mandibles. Ecstatic, he purrs loudly, wrapping his arms around them so he can pull them flush against his massive body, his head ducking down to nuzzle at their hair, glad that they seem comfortable with him. His dreadlocks create a shield around them, and he feels a sense of relief and joy go through him as they return the embrace, small hands coming round to bury themselves in his black locks.

"You are not afraid?" He hums into their hair, still feeling some tension in the air, though there is also a new scent, one he recognises from other humans.

"N-no…" They admit, keeping their head down as they allow some nerves to creep into their voice.

Confused, the yautja breathes in the scent deeply, trying to remember what it is. After a moment, he figures it out, leaning back to look into their face. Naturally, they bite their lip and look away, face blushing a furious red now.

"You are attracted to my face?" He questions in surprise, mandibles clicking together.

It takes a moment for them to reply, their head nodding very slightly.

"Yes…" They confess, covering their face with their hands.

Elated, the yautja doesn't say anything, just pulling them in to nuzzle affectionately at their cheeks, remembering that humans often do similar things to show fondness.

(Y/n) giggles, hiding their face in his chest.

"Humans are strange." He remarks in amusement, cradling them back against his chest, running his hands over their back comfortingly.

"Yeah, we are."

#yautja #yautja x reader #predator #yautja imagine #predator imagine #alien

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totiredtowrite · 3 years

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Oblivious

Warnings - Reader has glasses but they're mentioned like twice so feel free to gloss over it if you don't, reader is shorter than oikawa, cursing, reader has good grades & eye bags so if you don't/didn't gloss over that too, also its mentioned that reader has long eyelashes, hate-kissing? (ig that's a thing), sorta risque slightly, not proof read

Note: Uh, self indulgent af, so some of the personality traits are definitely personalized. (Just the high marks, glasses, not being over 6' 1", eyelash thing). Havent written in a while so have this ig, the end might be rushed bc i need to put more content out smh 🤕. Do you know how long this was sitting in my drafts?

FEM ALIGNED READERS (SHE/HER, SHE/THEY), DO NOT INTERACT

the dni is getting both bigger and longer

Oikawa Tooru got jealous easily.

It's not like he won't admit it. Sure he acts whiny sometimes, maybe even childish. That doesn't negate the fact that he's extremely smart though. He understands his own feelings, and he understands that he thrives off of validation from other people. (Not like he's proud of it, but he's working on crawling out of that hole).

And as selfish or narcissistic as it may seem, he doesn't know how to handle it when attention is on someone else. Or, in this case, when he can't seem to get someones attention.

Seriously! With as much shit as he's pulled, not one reaction comes out of you. And that's saying something, as he can weasel something out of anyone.

He isn't sure just where this desire actually came from. Maybe it was the day you were elected as the student council president. Before then, he hadn't even known you existed. If he did note you, it was brief and then he forgot about it. Hell, he didn't even know you ran for president until you were elected! You sat in the middle of the class, ate in the library, and went home. Literally nothing stood out about you to him.

Around that time was when other peoples attention started drifting to you too. Where you were previously some random guy, some student, now people were talking about you all the time. All of a sudden it was all 'the new council president' and 'I talked to him once!'

Now people were saying that you were handsome. That you were 'mysterious.' He hated it. Mostly because even he was starting to see the draw in you. His tunnel vision for your focus was starting to raise some questionable desires too. He won't even deny it, fuck, he wanted to know more.

He wanted to know why you didn't eat with other people. He wanted to know why you were so focused, so diligent, with your work. He wanted to know what you thought about him. For fucks sake, he saw how attractive you were. The bags under your eyes, that tired expression, it was all taking up his head space.

That frustration manifested itself in foolish antics, and, attraction. Embarrassing fucking attraction.

Oikawa was starting to lose his mind.

Only slightly, but he still felt insane.

Waking up this morning was a chore. He jolted out of bed from yet another dream about you. Well, he couldn't see your face, but he knew it was you. He could just tell, with how your skin felt underneath his hands.

It irked him how badly he wanted to cup your face in his hands in real life. He thinks, much to his own displeasure, that you'd look cute with your face all scrunched up. An unnatural growl-like noise emitted from his throat. Iwaizumi tossed him a confused look. Matsukawa and Hanamaki continued with their inane conversation about school budgets.

"If you're thinking about (l/n)-San again," Iwaizumi sighed mid-sentence, "you can stop."

Oikawa huffed dramatically. "I wasn't."

"Yes, you were," Iwaizumi said.

Tooru furrowed his brows. In truth, thinking about you was starting to become a habit. A bad habit, sure, an addicting habit, maybe. Almost like you were a drug. An addictive, pretty drug.

And by god was it hard to quit.

"Just don't do anything stupid," Matsukawa said casually. "You wouldn't want to scare him off."

Hanamaki snickered.

"I don't even talk to him," Oikawa snarled, "And I wasn't thinking about him!"

No one said anything else, arriving to the front gates of the school. Oikawa understood why morning practice was important, he works overtime almost every day, though it always left him slightly sore.

Going about his day sore wasn't fun by any means. Still though, he can deal. Especially since today he devised a plan to get your attention now. Every other plan he had failed to another degree. He went through practically girls in the school, getting a different girlfriend every week, all in the hopes that it would impress you. Make you jealous. Almost as if to say 'Ha, they like me better than you. I bet you're jealous you don't have a girlfriend!'

No surprise, it didn't work. You just continued doing what you always did. Oikawa could get girlfriend after girlfriend, maybe even a boyfriend, and you wouldn't give a shit. He even tried to make it obvious to you, standing near your locker with whoever he was dating at the time and being all lovey with them.

Still nothing.

It was honestly getting infuriating, at this point. Perhaps you were just playing some game, toying with him back because you knew it would make him mad. Because you knew he'd break first. No, today he had a plan.

That's probably how you ended up like this, with his hand by your head and a dark glare on his face. You nervously shuffled, pushing your glasses up the bridge of your nose.

"Uh, Oikawa-san?" You looked up at him, voice soft as always. "What was this about, again?" Truly, you had no clue what he was doing or why he was doing it. All you know is that he was always being weirdly loud with his newest partners near your locker and staring at you from across the room. Your words, however, didn't seem to diffuse the situation.

His other large, pretty hand slammed by the side of your head. "Sorry?" He forced a civil looking smile at you. "Are you playing dumb with me, (l/n)?"

You shook your head so hard you thought your glasses were going to crack.

Oikawa opened his mouth to finally confront you, then stopped. What exactly was he going to say? 'I've been watching you for months and you haven't given me attention?' After he didn't respond, standing there dumbly with his mouth open for a few minutes, your nervous gaze faded. "Are you playing with me?" You asked. "Because I have to get to class."

"No, no, if anything you're playing with me." Oikawa moved his face down and closer to yours, purposely letting his cool breath fan on your lips.

You shook slightly. "I don't- what are you talking about?"

He sneered at you, only slightly. "You know. Parading around being all smart, and not giving a shit when some people try to get your attention, acting like you don't know how infuriating you are!"

You bit your lip, hyper aware of how his eyes tracked the movement. "Was I- uh, was I annoying you somehow? I'm sorry if I was," you said.

Oikawa stopped. This wasn't what he had expected? You looked genuinely worried that you had offended him somehow. Not like an evil boy who knew how to get under peoples skin. Every detail from your face, from the bags under your tired looking eyes to your weirdly long eyelashes, seemed very...innocent. Like you weren't the heinous criminal he made you out to be. (Secretly, he knew you couldn't be that bad).

All at once he was flooded with his old dreams about you and his random fantasies. You were about to say something, though only a choked squeak left your throat as he leaned down to roughly push his lips to yours.

His lips were cool, like his skin. You hardly had the chance to breath with just how aggressive he was, pushing you further back into the wall and cupping your face in his hands. A couple more surprised noises left you before you relaxed into it, deciding that this wasn't all that bad. He was a good kisser, though it's not like that was a surprise. You closed your eyes and leaned into him, basking in this new, extremely odd feeling that just washed over your stomach. It was like you were taking a test, or about to speak in front of the class. It made you feel nervous, excited.

You jolted back suddenly, breaking the kiss when you feel his tongue pushing against your lips.

Shakily, you brought a hand up to wipe off any saliva left. "Sorry," you practically squeaked out, "I'm just- I don't know you like at all! This is the first time we've actually talked and I don't think I'm ready to make out with a stranger-"

Tooru shushed you. "I probably shouldn't have kissed you like that anyways," he shuddered. He was supposed to be giving you a piece of his mind, but here he is, almost shoving his tongue down your throat. Almost shoving his tongue down the throat of some boy.

His senses further returning to him, Oikawa quickly took his hands away from your face and stepped away, masking his disappointment at no longer feeling your warmth. "Just- don't tell anyone about this!" He said pathetically, turning to bolt away into the hallway.

As the classes started to let out, you wondered if anyone could tell how swollen your lips were.

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the-wednesday-tales · 3 years

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17th Birthday

When he wakes up on his seventeenth birthday, Dean doesn’t expect much. He can’t even remember the last time he celebrated a birthday- Sammy will usually give him a (terribly) hand-drawn card and whatever little gift he’s managed to scrounge up on the road, but John lets the day pass just like any other. Dean doesn’t even want much, a simple happy birthday and candle to blow out would be more than enough..but he knows better than to ask for even that.

It’s been almost a year since John dragged him out of the boys home and back on the road. He’s been looking at Dean differently ever since, a subtle change that Dean can’t quite put his finger on, but can feel palpably nevertheless. He wants to know what he did, but he’s even more afraid to find out. For now he keeps his head down and does as he’s asked, like always.

Dean sighs and rolls out of bed, gets dressed. He throws together what could pass as breakfast for him and Sammy, and when they’re finished John walks in and hands Dean a rifle. Dean silently follows him out into the forest, where they waste away the morning shooting at trees and tin cans.

Sam sits on a stump reading the whole time.

When they get back to the room, Dean has barely sat down at the table to clean the guns when a stack of papers lands in front of him with a plop. He looks up to see John looming over the table, a hard glint in his eyes. Dean eyes the papers warily.

John clears his throat, “There’s a couple of ghosts terrorizing the convent just outside of town. Two nuns haunting the place”.

Dean glances up at John. “Should I pack a bag, so we can head out right away?”

John shakes his head, slaps a gruff hand down on Dean’s shoulder.

“I’m going to stay behind with Sammy. It’s time you took on a hunt by yourself. It’s a simple salt and burn, so even you can’t fuck that up.”

The hand on his shoulder squeezes hard enough to bruise and Dean bites his tongue and nods, shame burning at the back of his throat. John gives him keys to the Impala then heads over to Sammy without another word.

Dean tucks the papers into a duffel alongside the salt, matches, and shotgun casings then heads out.

**** When Dean gets to St. Stephen’s Indian Mission, he pulls over on the other side of the road and pulls out the papers to read. The stack contains a section from the town’s newspaper and some photocopied files from the church mentioned.

Dean settles back to start reading, and is barely a couple sentences in when his stomach drops.

Two nuns.

Two nuns who were in love with each other and were found out by the townspeople.

They killed themselves shortly after, bled out beside one another in the convent’s cemetery, curled together beneath the statue of St. Stephen.

Dean has to close his eyes and swallow against the bile that rises in his throat.

He knows. He knows. He knows. He knows.

Dean draws in a few shaky breaths and slowly opens his eyes. He finally knows what changed, finally understands why John has been looking at him differently. John knows.

Dean cycles through his memories, tries to pinpoint how John could have figured it out. Dean’s been so careful…so careful. He never looks too long, he never flirts, and he certainly has never brought a boy back to the motel. And yet John still knows.

Maybe he can tell just by looking at Dean.

He spends a few more moments in the car, tamping down the rising panic before he gets out and starts investigating.

*** Night has fallen and Dean has spent the better part of two hours locating the graves of the two nuns- Helen and Adelaide. They were hidden in the forest behind the cemetery, marked by two simple crosses. They weren’t even given the decency of being buried in the cemetery, let alone a headstone.

He spends another couple of hours digging up the two graves. Two graves is so much harder then one, and tiring when you’re the only one digging.

He understands what this hunt is now. He understands why it’s his first one alone.

It’s punishment.

John sent him out here as punishment for what he has done, for who he is.

Dean wonders how many hunts, how many punishments he will have to endure until he is normal, until he is clean.

By the time he uncovered both sets of bones, the moon is high in the sky and lights the graves in an eerie bluish color. The nuns are dressed in plain clothes, their habits no where to be seen. Dean bites his cheek until it bleeds. Of course they aren’t in their habits. They defied God. They defied the natural order. They were sinners…abominations.

And now John knows. He knows Dean is just like them. That he is tainted, wrong, unnatural.

Dean goes to pour the salt into the two graves, but stops.

With tears slipping down his cheeks, he carefully moves one set of bones into the other grave. Places them side by side until they are resting together.

Maybe they couldn’t be together when they were alive, but at least now they will be together forever. They deserve that much.

He pours the salt and lights the match. Drops it in with a shaking hand.

He watches as the flames burn steadily. He contemplates stepping into the flames for just a second, a minute. No one else would have to know if he died. His secret would be safe. And he would be clean, right? The fire would purify him, purge him of sins and cleanse his soul of its stains.

But the thought passes, and he thinks of Sammy. He can’t leave him alone. Sammy deserves a good father and while John damn well will never be one, Dean can try.

Dean watches until the flames burn out, tears silently streaming down his face.

On the drive back he has to pull over on the side of the road to throw up. He retches until there’s nothing left in his stomach and the bile burns his throat. When he’s done his chest is heaving, but he still feels sick. His throat burns and his heart hurts when he thinks of Helen and Adelaide. He wonders if he’ll meet the same fate.

He spends a few minutes kneeling in the dirt panting, then pushes himself to his feet, wipes his mouth clean, and gets back in the car.

When he returns to the motel room, he can’t meet John’s eyes. Dean knows that look will be written plainly across John’s face, knows now what that look means and why it’s there.

He tells John “It’s done” and goes to bed.

*** The next time John sends him on a solo hunt won’t be for years after that.

Inspired by @halfofmysoull @heller-jensen @bisexualrowena and the gut wrenching thing that is J*hn W*nchester’s journals.

Now on ao3

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septembercfawkes · 2 years

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In the writing world, there are a lot of writing "rules": "Show, don't tell," "Don't use flashbacks," "Only use 'said,'" "Avoid adverbs" . . . While they can certainly be helpful, they aren't law. And if you've been with me for a while, you'll know that I love figuring out how to properly break just about any writing rule. I mean, I only have a whole section in my Writing Tip Index dedicated specifically to rule breaks.

Lately though, I've been thinking about two rules of thumb that can be used to justify breaking almost any writing rule. And really, they merit their own article.

Rule of Thumb #1: It Conveys More Than Itself

A couple of times I have mentioned that one of the key differences between beginner writing and professional-level writing, is that professional-level writing is frequently (if not almost always) conveying more than itself. There seems to be subtext all over the place.

If whatever you are doing conveys more than itself (and whatever content it conveys strengthens the story), you are more likely to get away with bending rules. It's doing double duty, and anything doing double duty is more important to the story and more interesting to the audience.

Let's look at some examples where this may apply:

"Show, Don't Tell"

Two of the most obvious examples related to this rule are POV penetration and introspection. We are told all the time to show the story, but if you are at Point 4 on the POV penetration spectrum or have a passage of introspection, it's likely you'll need to utilize a bit more telling. People think in telling sentences. We don't think in showing sentences. That can sound unnatural.

If you want to get strong viewpoint on the page, then you need to use some telling. This is doing double duty because it's not only conveying whatever the sentence says, but it's conveying character voice.

The sentence, "It was freaking hot outside, like the devil's butt crack" is a telling sentence--we're telling the audience it's hot, instead of showing it's hot, but it also relays the viewpoint character (or narrator's) voice and perspective, which tells us more about them. They're the type of person who says "freaking" and maybe compares things through a spiritual lens ("devil") and uses cruder language ("butt crack"). Therefore the rule break is doing double duty.

. . . And I would even argue that, in a sense, this is actually showing and telling simultaneously, because we are showing how the character views things (which, in a round about way, is what Rule of Thumb #1 is all about, doing at least two things at once.)

"Avoid Adverbs"

Ah yes, adverbs--a great way to make any writing sound weak, and in the right (read: wrong) situations, threaten to turn it into purple prose.

While there are a lot of reasons to not use adverbs, there are a lot of reasons to make exceptions and use them.

But a quick example for our rule of thumb today would be something like this: "She smiled coldly."

Smiling is one thing. But smiling coldly? That is something completely different. Saying she simply smiled or simply was cold toward someone doesn't do as much as saying she smiled coldly. Either she gets pleasure out of being cold. Or she's trying to pretend to be something she isn't.

In any case, it's doing double duty--conveying both what is happening and the character, so I would argue you can keep that one.

Rule of Thumb #2: It moves Forward Character (Arc), Plot, or Theme

At its heart, story is about character (arc), plot, and theme. Yes, setting is very important too, and even more important in stories about a setting, but any such story will ultimately feel empty without a strong character (arc), plot, and/or theme to go with it. Now, these three elements do not need to be perfectly balanced to write a great story. Some stories will emphasize character more, others maybe plot more, and others may seem to be almost entirely theme-driven. The point is, that any good story will do a good job in at least one of these areas, most will do a good job in two, and some types will nail all three.

But this can all lead into a whole other topic for a whole other post.

The point is, character (arc), plot, and theme are the holy trinity of story.

If something progresses, deepens, expands, or develops one of these three elements, it probably needs to be in the story. It probably makes the story better.Let's look at some examples where this may apply to rule breaks:

"Don't use Flashbacks"

Many writers, especially beginning writers are discouraged from using flashbacks. For one, beginning writers tend to overuse them, and use them in the wrong places and in the wrong ways. For two, because flashbacks happen in the past, they inherently run the risk of taking the immediacy (and therefore tension) out of the story.

So when is it okay to use a flashback?

Flashbacks are most powerful when looking back is effective because of what we know or suspect in the present or predict for the future.

Flashbacks are most powerful when they connect to the present story.

When the flashback progresses, deepens, expands, or develops the audience's understanding of the current character (arc), plot, and theme, they can work great.

When it comes to character arc, one of the best things to put in a flashback, is the protagonist's "ghost" (also known as a "wound")--a past, significant, often traumatic event that shaped the protagonist's worldview or lifestyle. Even though the audience may not learn about the "ghost" until later in the story, the event sets up the protagonist for his or her character arc. It's also almost always thematic (because the way the character arcs helps make up a story's theme)

A flashback may also be important in plot. In order for the audience to understand what is currently happening in the plot or what could soon happen in the plot, they may need a flashback to fill them in on an important action or event that took place prior. While I feel that a purely plot-based flashback is less common, it can be a good reason to break the rule and put one in your story.

(I just wanted to throw out, that in contrast to these things, one would almost never be able to pull off a flashback that was only about setting.)

"Never Open with Introspection"

Like with flashbacks, opening with introspection can be a poor decision. Many writers, especially beginning writers, overuse introspection, and in the wrong places and in the wrong ways. Introspection can also suck the immediacy (and therefore tension) out of the story.

But you know when introspection is great?

When it progresses character (arc), plot, or theme.

When it deepens or expands the audience's understanding of those three things--particularly in the present or near future of the story.

Opening with strong introspection can immediately alert the audience to how the character starts his or her arc. Strong introspection can get the audience thinking about the theme. Strong introspection can get the audience worried or hopeful about what could soon happen in the plot. It's a great way to get significant stakes on the page.

What makes something "significant"? It either has deep, personal ramifications, or broad, far-reaching ramifications. If what the character is thinking about affects that in regards to arc, plot, or theme, you can probably get away with it more, and get away with it in the opening of a story. (That's also true with flashbacks--if it's "significant," you are more likely to get away with it.)

There are lots of reasons to break specific rules (for example, choosing to tell or to use adverbs can go a long way in improving pacing, while using to-be verbs or filter words can make a passage more reader-friendly), but these two rules of thumb can be used in regards to breaking almost any writing rule.

If what you write does double duty or progresses character arc, plot, or theme, you are more likely to get away with it. And in some cases, you may even need it.

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sirius-lune · 2 years

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Scent (NSFW)

Specifically posted this for Valentine's Day.

Read two whole research journal papers about human pheromones for real to write that particular literature section. I am crazy.

This was inspired by a fic I read three/four years ago, I think? I am rusty with writing NSFW stuff, the last one I wrote was years ago. So, pardon me if that section feels unnatural/awkward. Ping me if there is any sentence construction, grammatical and vocabulary errors, I will have them changed asap, thanks for reading!

Summary:

A little quest into understanding the origin of your boyfriend's scent mix turned into a full blown fetish exposure.

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Scent

There is something about his scent that intrigued you, that darned curiosity of yours makes you want to observe if it is his cologne or his natural body scent is just that divine on its own. It makes your senses go drunk. That warm, earthy scent of his is like a drug, slowly seeping and hijacking into your nervous system with just a whiff, clouding your thoughts, making you undo all your self restraints and all you can think of is to pounce onto him, hug him and not let go. You often get yourself buried into his chest on the weekends afternoon, embraced by those strong arms, and unknowingly fall asleep at some point of time within the cradle of his arms and his scent.

The unmistakable smell of roses and sandalwood, and there are also hints of lemon, freshly brewed tea and peppermint. You are very determined to find out for yourself, the origin of those heavenly mixtures of his scent that make you go weak for him all the time. That reminds you of the mechanics of those carnivorous plants. Beautiful on the outside and is in fact, very much deadly. Your nerves are constantly getting poisoned by his scent, and then, being captured by his embrace and there is absolutely no way to escape that. You do not even have any thoughts of running away in the first place. You willingly jumped into the "trap" on your own accord.

While you were in the reverie of those thoughts, your surroundings were engulfed by that very scent that has been registered in your mind and senses since the day the two of you got official. A pair of strong arms hungrily wrapped themselves around you from behind and light kisses were peppered down the side of your neck without another second of delay, causing you to let out a squeak from the surprise attack.

"You seem to be so deep in thoughts. Care to talk to me about it?", his soft, elegant, dulcet voice sounded by your ear, sending pleasant shivers down your spine while his arms tightened around you.

"Just daydreaming about you, honey."

"I appreciate it if you pamper me with the details, my love."

You could not. You were already being distracted by his hands that were roaming wild all over your body. Your back being pressed up against him so tight that his scent was engulfing you whole, making you go limp in his arms. Wild thoughts started to flood your mind and at the little corner of it, you were in awe how fast he is able to immobilise you. This man is dangerous. And you love to live dangerously.

"I…" your voice trailed off as he started to rain kisses at the back of your neck.

He turned you around and swung an arm possessively around your waist while long slender fingers of the other free hand tilted your chin up to make you look at him. Golden pupils bore passionately into yours and you found your soul getting sucked deeper into the abyss of his soul. The proximity of his neck was so close so you quickly took the chance to throw your arms around his broad shoulders and bury your face into his neck, indulging yourself in that divine scent of his. And you deeply inhaled. That was heavenly.

Your assertiveness triggered him and he gently pried you from his neck to kiss you. Those hungry and passionate kisses from him never fails to turn on that carnal switch inside you. It intensifies your senses, making that divine scent of his even more obvious, and that scent and his embrace caused you to surrender yourself completely to him. Your legs started to give way as the French kiss got deeper, and he effortlessly carried you in his arms, princess-style, and took it to the sofa.

Needless to say, this escalated into a full blown make out session. His scent stayed on you after that and when you got into the bathroom later the day to bathe, you made sure the bathroom entrance was locked. You took off your shirt and buried your face into it, taking in the fading scent of his that was still lingering on the shirt.

You do not want him to know what you are up to. Deliberately going up to him and taking a whiff of his neck where that scent is the strongest, or letting him witness whatever you did inside the privacy of the bathroom, with the shirt you wore after all those intense making out sessions, feels rather creepy and perverse. But you could not stop at all, his scent is just so irresistible. And so assuring. It makes you calm down and feel safe.

You started to snoop around his house whenever he invited you to stay over. Was it the detergent or softener he used? His cologne? Shampoo? Soap? It would be one hell of a quest and taking care not to get caught red handed with your fetish is another. Imagine the embarrassment. Knowing him so well he will definitely use that as an advantage over you. For certain personal reasons. There is no way you are letting him have another easy win.

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"I noticed that you seem to be into fragrances lately, love."

The statement caught you out of the blue and you almost got a panic attack. Oh, the guilt. You internally forced your nerves to calm down. Do not panic, must NOT panic, or it will be game over. The mantra for soothing your guilt was repeatedly playing in your mind as you quickly arranged a smile on your face to hide the nervousness and desperately thinking of a valid answer to that statement.

"What makes you say that?"

"My love. I happen to see some interesting search results on Google's search history interface of the desktop in the living room."

"Oh."

At that point you wanted to slap yourself hard for that carelessness that could have been easily avoided. You should have just stick to using your phone for your personal quest instead.

Noticing your silence, he quickly added, "My apologies, I do not mean to pry. I wanted to backtrack a few of my past searches of some medical journal papers which I have forgotten to download. I happened to see your search history by chance."

"I see. Nothing to worry about, honey, it is just a casual interest."

Yeah right, but we shall go with that for now.

"You could have just talked to me about it, my love. We are a couple now, and the more I want to know about the things you like, or enjoy. For the many years to come as well." He took your hand and looked lovingly into your eyes. That electrifying gaze almost made you spill everything out.

Vyn honey, please, I beg of you, do not give me that illegal expression! You absolutely must not know! This is so personal! And it may come across to you as perverse! I definitely do not want you to think that your girlfriend is an absolute creep!

"Well, it is just a trivial interest. Really. A spur of the moment. I will most probably drop it some time later. That is why I did not tell you about it."

"Whatever that involves you will never be trivial to me. Whether it is a spur of the moment, or not. I just want you to be happy. I personally know of a few skilled perfumers and I could bring you to one of them, who happens to be a close acquaintance of mine, for a consultation session."

Help! Just where is this heading??

And, true to his words, he got both of you an appointment with his perfumer acquaintance. Things were escalating fast and seemed to be getting out of your control. All for knowing and wanting more about that divine scent of his. The obsession towards his scent was really getting out of hand and that evening you were doing a ton of ridiculous searches on Google with your phone in the comfort of the bedroom. You were looking through several pages of articles when he called for you from the kitchen to inform you that the matcha chocolate cake he ordered had just arrived. Upon hearing "cake", the gluttony child living inside you made you throw your phone carelessly aside and you sped down the stairs to the kitchen.

Vyn made his way to his bedroom simultaneously to grab a charger cord as you were running down the stairs. He smiled at that child-like expression on your face as you grinned at him while making your way past him towards the kitchen, looking forward to some cake savouring. He took a cord bundle from his drawer and noticed that your phone was on the bed when he turned towards the door. And the search engine interface displayed on the screen caught his eye. His eyes crinkled with mirth and mischief as he leaned down to peer at the search engine interface.

"I love my boyfriend's scent"

"Why do I love the way he smell"

"Why does my boyfriend smells so good"

"Is it normal to like my boyfriend's scent"

"How to deal with an obsession"

"Colognes' notes"

"The science behind pheromones in humans"

"I did not expect you to be adorable to this ridiculous extent." He mused, chuckling quietly, with his free hand covering that very wide smile which was plastered on his face. "I finally understand why you have been going through my laundry cupboard and the fragrances in my drawer. It all makes sense now. Do you really think that I did not notice what you have been doing?"

He pretended not to see anything and made his way to the kitchen. You did not understand why he was staring and smiling at you even more than usual for the entire evening.

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On the Saturday two weeks later, the both of you went for the appointment with his perfumer acquaintance. Rather than feeling excited, you were extremely nervous and your brain was in full panic mode. He was driving with one hand and the other was holding on to yours. Because of all that internal war between your calm outer facade pushing through its limits to keep your wits together, and your inner panic attacks that were threatening to surface, you failed to notice that very mischievous, sly, knowing smile hanging on his face.

The shop looked exquisite and expensive. The sophisticated environment was enough to make you forget about your nerves for a moment. When the mixture of fragrance in the air hit your nostrils, you were jolted back to your senses with the reason why you were there blaring across your mind. The owner, a beautiful lady in her forties, came out of her office and greeted the both of you.

"Is this lady here the lovely girlfriend of yours you have been talking about?"

Your boyfriend gave a small nod and smiled as he snaked an arm around your shoulders and pulled you close. Despite all those fragrances in the air, his scent was still the most distinguished fragrance and with him holding you so close, you were holding yourself back from hugging him in public.

The session was enjoyable and an informative one. Arlene gave a small lecture about the making of fragrances, perfume notes, essential oils extraction from different sources and the perfume blending techniques in accordance with the amount of alcohol and water used. The rest of the session was all about hands on customising your own perfume.

While you were in the midst of mixing the perfume notes in the beaker, Arlene came over to your side to check on your progress.

"You seemed distracted. Is there anything I can help you with?"

You snapped back from your trance. You made a quick glance at your boyfriend, who was in deep concentration with the perfume mixing, and gave a small sigh.

"Arlene. Is it normal for a person to be attracted to their partner's natural scent?"

After all your snooping around, sniffing through laundry liquid and clothes softener bottles and his colognes, the collection of his aromatherapy oils, and sourcing of information from every corner regarding the possible origins of the scents that came off from your boyfriend, apart from the lemony fragrance, tea, spices, peppermint, roses and juniper were all from secondary sources, you could not seem to find anything in his house that were close to that sandalwood like scent on him. That was when you deduced that it is probably how his own unique natural scent is like. You were surprised at your own ability to isolate those individual scents off from him. The obsession is real.

"Ah, so that is it." Arlene gave a soft laugh upon hearing your question. "It is absolutely normal."

"How exactly do pheromones work in humans? Are they the same as those of animals'?"

"Pheromones' effects from human to human are not too widely studied to begin with. Research regarding this field is still ongoing. Humans have no functioning vomeronasal organs like those in animals. The vomeronasal organ of humans' is more of an accessory olfactory organ, but has specialised receptors to detect pheromone-like signals from another human. Pheromones are ectohormones. They are secreted by the organism into the environment which will affect the functional activities of the secondary organism that picked up the signals. So, for humans, even though our olfactory system is not as well developed as those in animals, our sense of smell is reasonably decent enough. The human pheromones can still be detected by another. For instance, body fluids. In sweat, our natural body oils and so on. However, each individual's detection strength differs from one to another."

"Ah. I see. Because a lot of the articles I read online regarding pheromone based attraction do not sound convincing. So, from what you said, this means that everyone can detect pheromones to a certain extent. Are there any types of pheromones secreted specific to the gender?"

"Pop articles are usually not accurate. Especially when it comes to life sciences, psychology and so on. If you are really interested, you should go for the scientific journal papers. There are two of them specific to female detection. The 16-androstenes and androstadienone. They are detected from the male bodily secretions. For the case with androstadienone, in general, it is a steroid said to display pheromones-like effects, and is able to improve the subject's mood and focus. After all, a positive mood and heightened focus contributes to better response when it comes to intimacy."

You felt heat rising to your cheeks upon the last statement.

"There is still a lot of information lacking since the science of human pheromones is still undergoing research" Arlene paused for a moment and then smiled at you.

"If you are not truly attracted to the person in question in any way to begin with, no matter what amount of pheromones-like signals he or she emits, will not help to catch your interest. Normally, when it comes to mutual attraction, humans do not just rely on sense of smell, or general visuals and so on, like that in animals. We have logical abilities to observe, to analyse the person, to understand, and also, not to forget, our emotions and what we need from the other party also play a part. Besides, for humans, attraction to each other comes in many forms. As to how, and in what ways you are attracted to your boyfriend, is also on you, not just on him. Attraction by scent is, of course, not the sole reason why you are attracted to your boyfriend on your part, I believe. So, if you find that you enjoyed your boyfriend's scent, there are several factors, biologically and psychologically, that play a part to it simultaneously in the background. The human sense of smell is still quite the mystery. Theoretically, a person can usually pick out his own shirt by the scent itself from hundreds of the same shirts belonging to other people."

"I am that obvious, huh?"

Arlene gave a laugh, and said, "Yes. But please don't be embarrassed about it. I do not see anything wrong about being attracted to your significant other's scent. I am simply telling you what I know that is within my knowledge regarding what you asked. Rest assured I do not go for pop articles for the knowledge."

The whole session ended two hours later and the two of you went back with customised perfumes. The conversation with Arlene replayed in your mind for the entire journey back and you felt a sense of relief to understand that the scent attraction you harbour towards your boyfriend is absolutely normal. Somehow, he seemed to be even more touchy towards you after that day and had been finding various excuses to hold and cuddle you. It is still a win-win situation for you. More close proximity to him to indulge in his scent.

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Not long later, he suddenly had to travel abroad regarding an urgent NXX related criminal case. All except for you will be going and you had to stay behind because there was an upcoming court case which you needed to settle. Besides, they would be gone for more than two weeks. This is going to be quite the problem.

How on earth are you going to handle The Exclusive Boyfriend TM Scent withdrawal?

You were burying your face into your pillow in your bedroom in annoyance when your phone buzzed. The call was from your beloved boyfriend. His dulcet voice made your heart flutter.

"It is me, love. What are you doing?"

"Thinking about how I will be missing your presence when you leave for the case."

And your scent too, boyfriend dearest!

There was a soft chuckle before he spoke again.

"I have a proposal."

"What would that be?"

"Would you like to stay in my house for the time being until I get back? Do not worry about the essentials, Ogier brings in two housekeepers everyday to tidy up the house and stock up on the essentials for you. I know you can cook and clean up but your job itself is already tiring. I wish for you to worry about nothing and rest well for the evening when you knock off from work."

"Sounds very appealing but it will be troublesome for y-"

"Anything that involves you is not troublesome, love." He cut you off before you could finish.

"I will take up your offer with pleasure, honey. I love to! I am already looking forward to it. At least with this arrangement, I will not feel too lonely when you are away… you know?"

He let out a soft laugh. "Since my flight will be on the following Monday, shift over this weekend, I will come over to help you pack in the morning."

At least by staying in his house, there will definitely be some of his scent lingering around. You decided to just put up with that until he gets back.

Thankfully you were allowed a leave day on Monday to send them off. Seeing your very moody expression, he sauntered back to you and shamelessly gave you a passionate French kiss right in the middle of the concourse.

"May victory find you in the coming court case. Be good, I will video call you as much as I can, alright?"

You nodded and allowed yourself to deeply inhale your boyfriend's scent as you snuggled against his chest. As he and the other three went through the check in gates, cleared the security and disappeared amidst the crowds, the sulk on your face returned. It was already unbearable at that point.

You allowed yourself to go into his room during the stay and taking care not to mess up the whole of his wardrobe, you picked out one of his shirts that he would usually wear in the comfort of his house and sneaked it to the guest room which he prepared for you. At that point you did not bother with the fact that the shirt smelled more like the fabric softener and not him. You went with the mindset that the fragrance is already a part of him since he did not change the choice of his clothes softener fragrance since who knows when. You always get that fragrance on him along with his scent whenever he locks you in an embrace.

In the late evening on the day after winning that stressful court case, you dozed off on the bed while holding onto one of his sweaters close to your face and watching a documentary. The smart pad that was propped against a pillow a little further in front of you which you had set it to automatically pick up all his calls after a few seconds, was lit up with an in-coming video call from him.

Before Vyn could say anything when the call connected, he was greeted by an endearing sight that made his heart sublime on spot.

You were sound asleep on your side, and holding onto one of his sweaters to your face, covering up to your nose.

He took a screenshot of your sleeping face, and spent quite a long while staring at the screen, tracing your features with a finger and watching you sleep.

He was supposed to fly back to Stellis on the Sunday of the third week. Somehow the team managed to settle and concluded the case slightly earlier than expected. So he ended up boarding the plane on Friday afternoon instead. He did not call you to inform you about it because he wanted to surprise you. On his part he was also suffering from girlfriend withdrawal and he missed all the cuddles the both of you shared and the lip pecks you enjoyed giving him.

Little did you know, your scent as well.

His heart was fluttering with anticipation and spirits on cloud nine as he reached home around half past nine. He left his luggage in the living room and quietly made his way around the house to look for you. His bedroom door was opened and lights were on. He peered in.

There you were, standing by his wardrobe, with another one of his shirts in your hands. And you had your face buried into it, taking in the lingering fragrance, imagining that it was his scent you were indulging on. You pulled your face away from the shirt after a while and stared at it with a very moody expression while mumbling, dragging your syllabus, "Vynnnn, whennnn are youuuu coming back? I am sufferinnnng."

"Someday, you will be the death of me." His dulcet voice sounded by your ears.

Strong arms wrapped themselves around you and you let out a shriek. A familiar scent you missed engulfed you.

"Goodness! When are you back?! Why did you not tell me?!"

"Just got home, love. I want to surprise you."

You immediately turned around and flung your arms around his neck. The both of you locked on a tight embrace and stayed like that for quite some time before he reluctantly let go to look at you.

"I missed you."

"I missed you too." You leaned against his chest.

"Or rather, my scent?"

You flinched when he said that. The smile on his face got wider at your reaction.

He knows?!

"Ahaha… What do you mean? Of course I missed you!"

"..."

That mischievous, sly smile on his face was starting to make you even more nervous and you felt your heart palpitation going uphill with every second. You tried to pry yourself away from him so that he would not be able to feel that wild heart beat of yours against the chest. However his arms were firmly circled around your waist and you had nowhere to run.

"That little 'hobby' of yours certainly caught me off guard. I happened to find out by chance."

"Urgh!"

Seeing your mortified expression, he started laughing. Your cheeks were ablaze with embarrassment and you slapped a hand onto your forehead.

"How?!"

"Well. I saw you going through the laundry cupboard, taking a sniff out of the laundry liquid bottle and sniffing through those few cologne bottles in my drawer. I also saw those interesting searches from your phone by chance the other day when the cake was delivered. I really do not mean to peek. You left your phone on my bed and the search segment is just right there glaring at me. Plus, that Google search history much earlier. Putting these together, I kind of figured the whole thing out." He replied, still chuckling.

"Damn it." You buried your face into your hands. Looks like your stealth factor is downright terrible.

"You really love how I smell, hmm?" This sly bastard of your boyfriend was grinning away.

"I cannot help it! You smell so good and it makes me calm and feel safe! It also makes me want to jump onto you! You just have absolutely no idea how hard it is for me to hold back from behaving like a wild animal. You have this unique sandalwood-like smell on you that I cannot do without everyday! It is like a drug. And those other fragrances on you, the rose scents, peppermint, citrus, tea… this unique blend of scent and fragrances all together, I mean, the scent is you. This is so embarrassing! I am obsessed, okay? OBSESSED. It is driving me insane. I have been suffering when you are not around because I need a dose of your scent everyday! Do you honestly not find this creepy?!"

"Why would I?"

"No?!"

"In fact, the feeling is mutual. I am hopelessly addicted to yours as you are to mine. You have no idea how much it is driving me insane for the withdrawal without you around."

Vyn stepped back to take off his coat and glasses and dropped them on the sofa without breaking eye contact with you. He moved closer to you and closed the gap. Eventually he got you backed against the wall. He wedged a knee in between your legs to keep them apart while gripping both your wrists with his hands. He then shifted both your wrists to a hand and swiftly pushed them above your head to pin them against the wall. His other free hand moved under your chin and gently tiled it up to make you look at him.

Both of you were starting to breathe heavily at that point.

The air was full of sexual tension and it broke when he lowered his head to brush his lips against yours. It started off with a few light pecks, and then he started to apply more pressure. He dragged his bottom lip painfully slow across yours, and gently sucked your bottom lip before pushing his tongue into your mouth. The kiss went from sensual and light to raw passion and lust within a minute. You tried to free your hands so that you could hold him, but he kept them pinned as the kiss got hungrier. His other free hand started to roam around your body and slipped under your top and bra to grope your breasts. The sounds of the wetness from the wild kissing resonated in the silence of the air.

He released your wrists and pulled your arms to wrap around his neck as the hungry kissing continued. You started to get really out of breath before he pulled away and went straight for your neck. You felt his tongue slowly gliding down the side of your neck to your collarbones, and your knees went weak. If not for his knee being wedged in between your legs you would have collapsed onto the ground from the sensation. He started to pepper kisses on your neck and along your jawline before going back to your lips for another round of French kissing. At this point, those hands were stroking up and down your waist and your moans of pleasure were muffled by the kiss.

He proceeds to hoist your waist up, and knowing his intentions, you put the pressure of your weight onto his shoulders with your arms and simultaneously wrap both your legs around his waist with his firm support. He carried you over to the bed and set you down.

"There is another unique scent that I enjoyed."

"Which is?"

"I will tell you after I take you. For I am very much starved right now."

He straddled you and reached down to tug your blouse off and flung it aside. You reached out and pulled his tucked in shirt out and unbuttoned it. While he was pulling his shirt off, you were working on unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. He leaned down, kissed you neck and reached behind you to unfasten your bra, impatiently pulling it off before pushing you down onto your back again. The pants and the rest of the undergarments came off a minute later and were carelessly kicked off the bed as well.

He reached out to open the drawer of the nightstand and took out one of his ties and tied up your hands and another one to blindfold you.

"Why the sudden..."

"This will increase your sense of smell and skin sensitivity with these restrictions. Now, be a good girl, keep your hands above your head and shhhh."

His lips covered yours and he proceeded to hump himself against you as his hands once again roamed all over your body. He pushed your legs up and you proceeded to hook them loosely around his waist. He started to impatiently rub his length against your slit. You felt the wetness starting to pool out and you let out a whimper of pleasure. You felt the tip of his heat prodding and rubbing at your entrance as he planted his lips on your neck. While you got distracted by him sucking on your neck and the sensation of his tongue, he plunged his entire length into you, earning him more whimpers and moans of pleasure from you.

The thrusts were slow at first and both of your pants became heavier as it went. You started to yearn for more.

"Forgive, me.. haah.. I do not, think, ugh…. I am able… mmh, to be gentle, haah… with you… anymore, haah..."

"... do whatever, ahh… have your, ahh, way… ugh, with me…go, uhhh, rough… haah, more..."

After the brief breathy exchange thick with carnal pleasure, he stopped momentarily to unhook your legs and pulled them further up to rest on his shoulders before plunging himself into you again. You let out a yelp from the enhanced sensation when you felt his length going much deeper into your core. He mercilessly pumped into you, hitting that particular spot that made you moan continuously, hands balled into fists and your wrists struggling to free themselves from the bonds. His name you cry out from the pleasure turned incoherent.

The loud erotic wet sounds of love making filled the air to mingle with your cries of pleasure and his rhythmic pants and moans that came along at every thrust. Your mind was completely numb with the sensations of his length plowing deep into your wet core and all you could do is to imagine the view in front of your eyes: his sex-starved gaze that was full of need that bore into yours, all the sweat rolling down the side of his beautiful chiselled jawline, lips slightly parted and panting.

"I— nghh!" you were near your climax point and could not bring the words out of your mouth to tell him.

"Haa… Almost-" he managed to say before another moan escaped from his throat.

His thrusting started to go out of control as he pulled in to kiss you. Both of your breaths started to become ragged and your whimpers from the pleasure started to become continuous. You felt your core tightening every second, begging for release as his thrusts became rough and desperate.

At the point when you were about to release your pent up pleasure, your man suddenly slowed down and pulled his length all the way back to your entrance.

"No… no, wait… Vyn, what the hell?!"

The blindfolds came off and you saw your boyfriend hovering over you with a smirk as he continued his excruciating slow thrusts.

"We usually do this about four times a week but, for today, I need to make up for almost three weeks being deprived of you."

"That is not the problem here!"

"I am not letting you rest this time. You did cardio rather frequently and I trust your stamina will hold out."

"Why are you doing this to me?"

"Because I love you so much and seeing you so reserved, I feel that it is unfair."

"Vyn, please… you already came, so untie me and LET ME!"

"Not yet, I want to hear you beg more."

He shifted himself before dropping down to French kiss you. He slowly pulled off after the round of wild kissing and stroked a finger across your bottom lip.

"Besides…"

He started to resume his speed as he trusted his length into your core.

"The smell of our love making is not heavy enough."

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You forgot when was the last time you were this sore from the wild sex the both of you had last night. He probably held back on the usual days so as not to overly tire you out for work the next day. You tried to sit up but your back gave up and you fell back onto the bed. You heard your sly boyfriend chuckling beside you and you turned to him and gave him a hard glare.

"Vyn, you fiend."

"I cannot help it. Thinking about that face you were making last night when you begged me to let you finish, makes me want to take you again right now."

"Have mercy, at this rate my back will snap." You scowled as you massaged your back.

"You enjoyed it. I enjoyed it. I do not see any problem here."

He laughed softly and pulled you to lay on top of him as he gently rubbed your lower back while the other hand slowly caressed your shoulders.

"Take us back to the question. The scent you enjoyed. What is it?"

He buried his face into your neck. "Is the answer not obvious enough from all the love making we had last night?"

Your face started to heat up at that statement.

"It's just bodily fluids."

"Just?"

You pulled the blanket over your head in embarrassment for your coming reply, "Specifically, ours. Stop baiting me to say embarrassing things!" He laughed in delight. Both of you spent the whole morning basking in each other's warmth and scent.

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Several weeks later, Arlene sent two bottles of perfume she custom made for the both of you. One specifically for you and the other one specifically for him.

"She said that when these two scents are in close proximity, it will create another fragrance." you said as you read the letter. "Isn't that adorable? It makes us closer to each other." You turned to look at him, only to see a knowing smile on his face. That innocent smile you had initially was immediately off your face.

"Ah."

"... for goodness sake, Vyn."

——————

"Since you already know that I enjoyed how you smell, I demand you to give me a long hug whenever you see me. I need a dose of your scent to recharge my depleting mental state thanks to the two excruciatingly stupid people I deal with from the office downstairs."

"Not embarrassed about it anymore, love?"

"You told me it is not creepy, so I officially declare that both you and your scent are therapeutic to my sanity levels."

"If it is not enough, I am more than happy to provide you extra supplements at night."

"... what am I going to do with you?!"

END

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Right where you left me

Idol pairing: sunghoon x fem!reader

WC: 1708

Genre: severe angst, tiny fluff but mostly angst

Warnings: implied suicide, mentions of self-harm, attempted suicide, a lot of crying. Sunghoon I am so sorry

Synopsis: Sunghoon reminisces the days when you were still around, the day he lost you and tries to erase it.

ngl I kinda made myself cry writing this😭this is my first work on here and i chose for it to be this depressing but feedback would be great!

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The night is cold and dark, not a single star in sight. Just the moon, so round and bright even though it was so far away. Sunghoon has his hands shoved in his oversized coat as he walks slowly across the bridge. The tips of his ears and nose partnered with the mist that came out of his mouth whenever he exhaled seem to beg him to go home, sit in front of the fireplace with a hot cup of coffee.

His eyes stay on the ground as he strolls through the snow underneath his feet. It's unnaturally silent, with barely anyone outside since everyone with common sense stayed at home to escape the cold.

He eventually stops to lean on the railing, taking his hands out of his pockets to place his arms on it. He looks over the river beneath the bridge, the snow falling in front of his eyes and the moon glistening against the water. It's beautiful, as beautiful as nature could make the city.

But it just wasn't you.

His lips curl up into a smile as he thinks of you. How you would look up at the sky to watch the snow fall. How you would take his hands in yours to try blowing heat on them when you see how blue his fingertips are, scolding him for never wearing gloves.

"The cold doesn't even bother me that much," he says as you pat snow out of his hair. "What are you, some kinda ice prince?" You finish patting his head with a snicker.

"Maybe, you never know," he reaches up to clean your hair in return. "I mean you did say you liked Jack Frost as a kid, you landed a real life one."

You slap his arm, gaining a fake 'ow!' from him. "You don't have ice powers, all you have is white hair," you laugh.

Walking together down the bridge with both his hand and yours in his pocket, everything was perfect. Just the two of you in your own little world, laughing at dumb inside jokes and talking about which coffee shop to go to next.

He never wants it to end, for in this moment he cared about nothing else but you. If he could be stuck in one moment, he'd choose this one to be his forever and always.

But we can't all get what we wish for.

"I wish I was a better man for you," he mutters to himself as he looks over the water. "I should've read the signs, I should've been there for you more."

His mutters grow harsher as he starts to tear up. "It was my fault," he closes his eyes, a teardrop falls on his hand. "It is my fault."

"What did I do to make you leave me? How could you leave me here, all alone?" He begins to grow angry as he clenches his fists until his knuckles turn white.

"You lied to me!" He finally yells out. "You said we'd be together forever but you lied!" He lowers his head as more tears build up. "'Forever and always,' you said and yet-" he swallowed the lump in his throat that stopped him from finishing his sentence only to finally burst into tears.

He leaned down onto his sleeves to silence his sobs. The added pressure onto his left forearm caused his self inflicted wounds to sting. He looks up at the moon, letting his never-ending tears continue to stream down his cheeks.

He feels nothing but regret, longing and misery as he remembers the day it happened.

The day you told him you'd call him since you two lived a little far from each other. He remembered sitting by the phone and waiting only for nothing to come from you. Not even a text.

"Maybe her phone just died," he told himself, trying to shrug off the bad feeling in the back of his head. He waited a few more hours but still nothing.

It wasn't like you to not answer calls or texts. You were always on your phone, it couldn't have slipped by you. His gut told him to go to your apartment, even if he was just acting like a paranoid boyfriend. Last time he acted on it, he found you sobbing in your bathtub full of freezing cold water. You never told him why, you just told him you were crying from how cold it was.

"Then why would you do it?" He asked, sounding so panicked. "You could've freezed to death."

"It was a spur of the moment thing," you tried to laugh it off. "You know I randomly just start crying."

But it was different this time.

He got a text from you, sounding more unnerving than it should've.

"You know that I love you, right?"

He wanted to smile at it. You were just saying that you love him. Right?

"How could you not?" He responded, joking around like he always did. "I love you too, my angel."

He was left on read for a few minutes before he saw you typing, eyes widening and dropping his phone.

"I'm sorry."

He didn't get his shoes on as fast as he should’ve. He didn't drive as fast as he should’ve. He just wasn't as fast as he should’ve been.

The little letter you wrote for him was already sealed on your bed, a small artificial white rose next to it. He remembered his hand over his mouth as he read it, close to crumbling it as silent streams of hot tears fell down his cheeks.

He was too late. You were already gone.

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He remembers the day of your funeral, the small portrait of you in front of the casket. You looked so happy, as if you didn't have a care in the world.

'You didn't trust me enough,' he thought as he looked at your portrait. 'I killed you, all because you were too selfish to share your burdens with me. I'm so sorry for not being able to make you stay. I'm so sorry for not being the person you needed most.'

He didn't have the guts to look at your family let alone comfort them. He thought it was his fault. You never told him about your feelings, about your pain. He never questioned your obsession with long sleeved clothing or the sudden sparks of you making suicide jokes here and there.

He managed to speak a few words at your funeral, with his face as emotionless as possible. His words came out so monotone, everyone could tell how numb he was.

He was like porcelain broken into pieces so tiny they were almost impossible to hold together. Yet he tried. He held himself with buttery fingers, knowing he was going to break at any moment.

Moments before everything ended, Sunghoon was so close to just leaving. But your mother had appeared in front of him with bloodshot puffy eyes. He couldn't look at her but when she grew closer, he held onto her, bursting into tears. She rubbed his back gently as his cries were muffled in her shoulder. She knew he blamed himself for it and, ever since then, tried her hardest to reassure him that it wasn't.

But here he is, blaming himself for your death. He reaches into his inner pocket, pulling out the small white rose you left behind, having never decayed like your love for him. He always got you artificial flowers, saying it'll die when he stops loving you.

The only time he got you a real flower was when the cherry blossoms had bloomed. They were your favourite flower so he picked up a few petals and had it preserved in a photo frame. He replaced the simple photo frame given to you with it, knowing you'd want cherry blossoms in full bloom all the time and now you did.

The few times he attempted to end his own life, he could hear you in the back of his head. You always told him to keep living, to hold out until the pain subsides and he can be happy again. 'I just miss you, so much that sometimes I can feel you,' he thought. 'I wanna feel and be close to you again.'

But he couldn't. Not this time. The river beneath the bridge he stood on was too tempting. He was feeling everything and nothing at the same time. Hurting himself at home didn't work as it had gotten too much for him.

He knows you wouldn't have wanted it, but he'd become so reckless, constantly hurting himself in the ways that you used to. He feels he deserves it, he did say he didn't mind sharing your pain.

His hands grip the railing as he prepares himself to hop onto it. The metal was cold, so cold it burned his palms. Yet as he prepared his one foot to stand onto it, he saw something.

"Sunghoon," you say in such a soft tone. He looks next to him to see you standing there, a small smile on your face with those adorable rosy cheeks he always squished when he got the chance, wearing the pretty dress he bought for you when you couldn't afford it.

His breath hitches as he looks at you, the image of you. It was so vivid he swore he was going crazy, that you were really there. "Please don't do it."

"I can't do this anymore," his tone is weak. "I just want the pain to end."

You don't say anything but he feels your hand on his shoulder. There's nothing you can say, you're not there.

"You were the best thing that ever happened to me," you say as you turn to look over at the waters. "I know it sounds silly, and I know it's stupid of me to say but keep on living for me."

Sunghoon looks at the illusion that is you. "Until you find something to live for, use me as a reason, okay?" You seem to let out a small giggle, thinking it sounded like such a stupid thing to say.

He moves his foot from the railing, looking down at the calm river, the same spot they found you. He looks back to where you were standing to see he was all alone again.

Right where you left him.

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heywriters · 3 years

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Hi! (I don't know if you have written about this before so I apologize in advance if I have missed it, I kept searching on your blog but I found nothing similar.)

To this day I still don't know how to write a 'suddenly' scene without it sounding awkward. I tried to but it ended up as ["Well I better get back to class—" she said, and suddenly there was an earthquake.] How can I make it smoother? Thank you so much!!

When “suddenly” feels abrupt or unnatural, that’s because it is telling the reader that something is about to happen when showing them is probably better. Like a scene in a movie, for an event to feel sudden there should be no lead-in. Characters are conversing one second, and action occurs in the next. The usual seamless flow between scenes is now unnecessary. While it is vital in the rest of storytelling, unforeseen events require disconnect and surprise.

You already show interruption in the dialogue by using an em dash, now support it by removing the attribution and interrupting the scene altogether.

“Well, I’d better get to class—”

[drop indent + immediate action]

Also like watching a movie or experiencing something irl, we don’t always get an explanation right away. We see the effects the action has on people and environment first. So instead of making the action “an earthquake,” show the reader what the earthquake is doing.

Expanding on your example, you can choose to keep terms like “suddenly.” Removing them increases the show factor and decreases the tell factor, which alters the effect slightly.

“Well, I’d better get to class—”

The floor suddenly rumbled. – vs – The floor rumbled.

Paintings on the wall began to tremble. – vs – Paintings on the wall trembled.

Removing these terms naturally makes it less obvious that what is happening is abnormal. So whatever action you choose should seem out of place enough that the reader knows this is an unusual circumstance. For instance,

The lights flickered and objects fell off shelves.

She hit the ground before she could say another word.

Both of these examples clearly indicate something is going wrong. If there isn’t an already established reason for these things to happen, the effect will be twice as strong—depending on how climactic you want your sudden action to be. Earthquakes in particular have different magnitudes, so it’s up to you and your research on how jarring the effects of this will be.

It also helps in any sudden scene to imagine which sensory cues will get your characters’ attention first. Will they hear that there’s an earthquake before they see the effects? Will they feel the ground shaking before hearing objects fall? You can write each one in the order you think your character would notice, cutting in with dialogue or other character attributions wherever it feels right. A little descriptive writing will go a long way towards putting the reader in the scene.

Avoid passive voice and stick with active voice to keep the scene feeling fast-paced. All the examples I’ve given are active voice. Passive voice would sound more like,

The floor was shaken by an earthquake.

A rattling sound was caused by paintings on the wall.

These sentences don’t contain the crutch “suddenly,” but passive voice makes them awkward and underwhelming in their own way. I’ll include a couple links that I used as reference while writing this, so you can double-check me and keep them as reference yourself.

Active vs. Passive Voice

Passive Voice Demonstrated by Zombies

Writing Tips—Don’t Say Suddenly, Show It!

Great question, and I hadn’t covered it yet so I’m glad you asked!

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constellationswh40kau · 2 years

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Tips for Writing Character Descriptions

(Starring Shaw, an OC from Constellations as he is a bastard and I love him) Let's start with a very boring description as a baseline.

'He looked more like a vampire than most of his kind. His skin was unnaturally pale and his eyes all black. His bald head had metal plates riveted into it. His throat was in a collar with wires that burrowed into his skin. His grin showed a lot of sharp teeth. His gauntlets were tipped with long claws.'

Oof, that's boring. The list-like sentence structure has already put me half to sleep. Sounds like you've described a Halloween prop instead of a character, Shaw sounds very lifeless.

1. Remove pronouns You have just introduced your character. The next paragraph is the description and that is why it is a separate paragraph, the Reader will still be able to follow when the paragraph after that is back to the narrative. The Reader does not need constant pronouns to remind them who is being described.

'Looked more like a vampire than most of his kind. Skin was unnaturally pale and eyes all black. Bald head had metal plates riveted into it. Throat was in a collar with wires that burrowed into his skin. Grin showed a lot of sharp teeth. Gauntlets were tipped with long claws.'

Even though some of your sentences don't make sense any more, it's still more exciting to read, isn't it? Your eyes are enjoying all those different capital letters.

2. Change your sentence layout Since we're going with minimal pronoun usage, sentences will need to change to make sense. But let's go a little further and switch some of them around.

'Looked more like a vampire than most of his kind. Skin unnaturally pale and eyes all black. Metal plates riveted into his bald head. Throat was in a collar with wires that burrowed into his skin. Sharp teeth showed in a grin. Gauntlets were tipped with long claws.'

Oh yes, much better. However, he still sounds like he's just standing there. Well, maybe he is, but he can't be completely lifeless.

3. Tie in some actions Animate your character. What are they doing while being described? Think about your setting but also what sort of person they are. Or maybe they really aren't doing anything. So, describe the setting, the light, the atmosphere.

'Looked more like a vampire than most of his kind. Skin unnaturally pale and eyes all black. Dim lighting played over metal plates riveted into his bald head. Throat was in a collar with wires that burrowed into his skin. Sharp teeth showed in a grin. Gauntlets tipped with long claws flexed lazily on the armrests of the throne.'

Looking good! In all honesty you could stop there, but maybe it just needs an extra touch of something to finish off and make him truly memorable.

4. Abstract imagery Similes and metaphors! Yes, doing these last, now that we a have a feel for the character. And let's keep away from 'x like a' and 'x was a' wording. Not just similes and metaphors though, let's change up some of our words and actions. Choose words and imagery that make the Reader feel how they should feel about this character. E.g. don't tell me someone is shifty, tell me their words are slippery and that they never meet my gaze for more than a second.

'Looked more like a vampire than most of his grotesque kind. Corpse-white skin around pitted eyes that gleamed like tar in the dim light. That same light played over metal plates riveted into his naked scalp. Throat clasped in a collar with maggot wires that wormed darkly into his skin. Sharp teeth flashed in a crocodilian grin. Gauntlets tipped with long claws flexed lazily on the armrests of the throne.'

Now this is great! In this one short description you've not only described Shaw in an exciting, interesting and fun-to-read way, but put him in the setting and introduced his personality.

Now the Reader knows what Shaw looks like, but also that his collar is hurting him(maggot wires/wormed darkly), he's laid-back and considers his high position secure while being willing to defend it with force(long claws flexed lazily) and that he uses deception and sudden overwhelming violence to get what he wants(crocodilian grin).

Now he sounds like a memorable character!

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yandere-sins · 3 years

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Horrortober Day 5: Disturbance “Nothing can interrupt us now.”

I will admit I wrote this one way too late into the night. I should go to sleep yikes :’D Enjoy!

Warnings: Yandere, Body Horror, Kidnapping, Molestation, Harrassment, Sexual Innuendos/Actions Characters: Sukuna x Reader

It was rare to see the King of Curses calm and even a little approachable.

Not that you liked seeing him at all, but you preferred it this way than any other. Ever so often, he peeked out of Itadori Yuji’s face, taunting you, belittling his host. However, you were just glad to get through with your work that day, teaching the boy the necessary theory he had to learn. You’d be gone before you had to deal with the host or the curse inside of him, just like every day. Routine, that’s what Nanami called it. Routine would benefit all of you, but you still hadn’t come around to like what you were forced to do.

Morally, it was wrong to call the boy a curse. He ate something cursed, and now he was beyond screwed, but still… Whenever you saw him, pure survival instinct ran through your veins. You wanted to defeat him, end this miserable life, but you weren’t allowed. Sorcerers weren’t supposed to teach curses, just kill. But you were torn between your orders and duty, looking at what was sitting in front of you.

Asking other sorcerers for their opinion on the matter, and you were faced with the same responses. The same struggle and conflict you were facing, except, maybe, Gojo, who seemed to be unbothered by what he dragged into your holy halls. However, the most unnerving thing that came up in conversation was how often Sukuna showed himself in your class… but not in the others. Given, they did see the casual third or fourth eye, or one mouth too many. Still, even if the others were unnerved, they chose to ignore, while you were the only one to actually have spoken to the king—though it was no honor.

“Brat, the teacher’s staring.” Instantly, Yuji’s attention shifted to the extra mouth on his cheek and then to you, expecting you to say something. You quickly caught your composure, not having realized you’ve been staring - probably in disgust - at him, almost feeling bad. Clearing your throat, you picked up your book again, shaking your head in denial before continuing to monotonously read the text inside of it out loud. Sorcerer history hadn’t been your favorite subject either, but you were stuck with it, unfortunately. Yuji was diligent enough, but even while you read, you couldn’t get your mind off the threat in front of you.

Especially not when long, clawed fingers gripped your book by the spine, lowering it with surprising force.

“No, you’ve been staring. There’s no denying it, Sorcerer, spit it out,” Sukuna grinned at you cheekily, having temporarily taken over your real student.

“I was trying not to vomit looking at you,” you snarled back, slapping his hand away that he retracted in fake hurt. “Bad liar,” he called you before the marks suddenly faded, Yuji going back to being himself.

“Ah, sorry about that,” he muttered apologetically like so many times before. And you sighed, assuring him it wasn’t his fault.

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It wasn’t his fault either when Sukuna cornered you in one of the hallways around the school. Being cornered by strong two arms did not give you the butterflies that all these novels always tried to sell. Granted, you flinched pretty hard, but once you were face to face with him, your anger far outweighed your fear. He was scary, no question asked. Sukuna could destroy you with a flick of his finger. But somehow, naively so, you didn’t believe he would. Something about ‘he could have, but he hasn’t’ made you bold apparently. Stupidly so.

“You’re not supposed to be here,” you hissed, and he rolled his eyes. Yuji’s body looked stupidly wasted on him, the boy being such a ray of sunshine in contrast to his evil counterpart. Sukuna didn’t become him. His attitude didn’t.

“You’ve been staring at me,” he repeated. Why was the topic so important to him?

“So what? What is it to you?” you returned snidely. Lips curling into a grin, you felt like you had actually humored him. Not the direction you wanted to go with the King. “Well, I wanted a good look at you…” he mumbled, his eyes driving from the shirt on your collarbones to the shoes you were wearing slowly, noticeably, and… lusty.

“...too,” he finished his sentence before licking his lips.

“Disgusting,” you whispered dryly, staring at him perturbed, and Sukuna chuckled at your obvious rejection.

“Well, I have what I wanted.”

Before you could repeat, he disappeared, leaving behind a slumping student of yours, and you cursed the King of Curses quietly, dropping everything to had in your arms to support Yuji. “Asshole,” you mumbled, and for a brief moment, you thought you heard him chuckle again, but you couldn’t be sure.

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It was him. He was planning something all along, and you knew it.

But no one could see it since this plan almost exclusively involved you.

“Shrivel and die,” you told him through gritted teeth, pushing at his chest as hard as you could. Sukuna was undeterred, pressing you against the old chalkboard and nibbling on your earlobe. Why did no one believe you when you swore up and down that he wasn’t just a quiet bystander? That he indeed was trying to do something—or someone?

“I do love a filthy mouth,” he sighed, making you want to throw up just from the implications alone. Even with your elbow between you, there was no movement. The other sorcerers had told you about Yuji’s strength, but you didn’t think you couldn’t handle it. Apparently, however, you couldn’t, and it was infuriating. While Sukuna was doing as he pleased, you decided on a different approach, opening your mouth to scream.

Finally, it caused some reaction in him, his head recoiling at the jarring sound, but before long, your lips were captured with his, a fight breaking out between your mouths. He was trying to silence you efficiently with his tongue in your throat, the mere thought of kissing a student repulsing you, and you were biting at his lips which didn’t seem to bother Sukuna at all.

“Someone will come,” you reminded him fiercely as he broke away to give you some air.

“Silly,” he only commented before kissing you again. You were hammering at his chest, trying to make your disapproval evident, but it was to no avail. Sukuna wouldn’t budge. Only when he, mercifully, allowed another breath, you screamed again, using your palms to defend from his face closing in to shut you up. The weight of his body was pressing you into the wall painfully, but realizing your powers simply wouldn’t show no matter how hard you tried was even worse. Did he have some kind of ability that stole your energy from you? Was it fear that blocked you from using it? Were you afraid?

You were.

It was indeed silly, even if it was painful to agree with Sukuna. You never feared for your life, taking every day and mission as it came. But you were scared now because of the monster in front of you. You had been right: you should have killed him when you could. Stupid! Absolutely stupid to keep around!

Even you understood that it wasn’t death you feared. You feared Sukuna’s presence and the effects it had on you. How defenseless you were suddenly and how, even though he always disappeared in the end after annoying you, he just didn’t seem to let go of you now.

“Scream some more,” he taunted, and you weren’t going to object. Immediately, you put up the fight again, feeling your lungs clench when you robbed them of all the air to get some help. But nothing happened. “I like it when they struggle,” Sukuna laughed, crazy, madly, victoriously. As if he won a war you didn’t know about.

“Come, open your eyes! Look where you are!” he encouraged you, grinning from ear to ear. Confused, you looked around, seeing the same old classroom that you always had when teaching Yuji. The sight slowly began to shift, fog collecting at your feet and the walls moving unnaturally under your gaze. You’ve been scared before, but it was nothing compared to what you felt as everything shifted.

You hadn’t realized it.

Not for one moment did you know he activated his domain, something no one had been able to explore until now. It was different from what you expected, much more vast and deadly. But you also saw the remainders of the classroom, and you wondered how much of it was taking up the actual reality. Horrified, you looked around, now knowing your screams wouldn’t echo for no one but you two here. You always thought you were a decent sorcerer but maybe… maybe you were nothing at all. At least not in the eyes of Sukuna.

“Finally,” Sukuna sighed, satisfied and seemingly exhausted by effort you didn’t know he was making. “Nothing can interrupt us now. I just needed you to lower your guard.”

“You…” Your mumble was met with deafening silence. Not even Sukuna’s breathing made a sound in this space, and you immediately felt claustrophobic in the pitch black that encased the realm. His realm.

“I was nice. I waited. Those… manga said it was proper in these times, though, I don’t care for them. But you kept staring at me as if you were trying to kill me. Do you know how hard it was to wait? A king shouldn’t have to wait-no. I shouldn’t have to wait for you when you are coming on to me.”

Blinking a few times, you looked back at him. Perhaps, for the first time, you were truly meeting his gaze, always finding a reason to not look at him directly before. But not anymore. Now you were indeed looking at him, not remembering those times he said you stared when this was the first and only time you really saw him. “It’s been too long that I had company. How nice of you to offer yourself up to me~”

“I never did-” you tried to argue, but you were swept into another kiss, flailing in his arms as you feared falling. Endlessly. You could no longer discern where the realm started and ended. “You’re mine now,” he growled, unhinged.

“I will devour you, Looker. It’s punishment for not welcoming me sooner. There’s a lot to make up for.”

You’ve never seen Sukuna calm before. Because if what you had witnessed was what you called calm, it had been because he was waiting for the right moment. The right moment to pounce, and to your misery, it was now. Stares could kill, people said. It was true, you found out, as you killed yourself with it by making the King of Curses recognize you. Though, you wished you were dead.

You merely killed your freedom with your actions, as there was no way Sukuna would let you have that ever again after you piqued his interest unwillingly.

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