#man. if they took zip pay…………

[toyourliking]

CRYING SOBBING OUPPY

he was sooooooooooo liddol 😭

[vxnuslogy]

— pasalubong.

pairing: kinich x gn!reader

premise: kinich wasn't a sentimental person at heart, until you left to travel. neither was he easily upset, but here he was, undoubtedly upset that you didn't give him a gift with your recent package.

— warnings: ooc-kinich and ajaw (still havent done the new aq), he's a bit down bad, and misses you dearly.

— author's note: this is not angst despite the premise LMFAO. art credits to @.n429g on twt. | 1.6k words.

“delivery for kinich!” a mail man shouted, trying his best to not look down over the ledge the scions of the canopy is held. “delivery for ki—”

“i heard ya!” the small dragon yells, taking the sealed letter and small box from the man’s hands and throws a pouch of mora as thanks. 

the man sweat drops at the comical sight of the tiny dragonlord floating up to where kinich was. said man was dangling his legs over the ledge, hair swaying with the wind and an indifferent look on his face as he swats away his small companion and roughly takes the letter in his hands. he could only assume that the two had started another argument once again.

with a sigh, he cups a hand to his mouth and shouts, “thank you for your patronage!”

kinich looked in his direction and gave him a small nod. there were few postal workers here in natlan, so he made sure to at least pay the man generously—especially with how his legs shake and hand clutch the side of the mountain for dear life.

ajaw continued to punch and tug at his head but his attention had zeroed in on the envelope. it felt heavier than the last and you had sent a small package with it. ‘for my dearest, kinich & almighty dragon lord, ajaw.’ the small note said with your signature right below it as well as a wax seal at the corner. your penmanship makes kinich smile and before ajaw can open his mouth, he takes the grapple on his waist and zips away to find a secluded place to open your gifts. they were sacred to him and therefore had to be treated with utmost care.

when he lands on teticpac peak, he sits down by one of the rocks and gently peels away the seal. kinich makes a mental note to stop by a market to get a new container for all your letters, after all, his bedside drawer can only hold so much of you over the years. 

‘to my dearest, kinich,’

with just four words, you had him smiling like a fool. one hand propped behind his back to support his weight as he leisurely soaks in your stories like a sponge. ajaw sits by his shoulder, impatiently demanding him to open the box that came along with your letter. kinich was not even half way with reading before he relented—you always had a knack for making pages and pages of stories, but he didn’t mind. you have been away for nearly 7 years now and send only a letter or two every few years. kinich learned to appreciate the pages of your love every time they arrive.

“hurry up!” ajaw demanded, waiting with bated breath as kinich opened the box. “learn to be patient, ajaw.”

the dragon only huffed and turned around but it didn’t take long before he dove head first into the array of gifts. while his little companion drowned in material luxuries, kinich took out items in piles and made a mental note to give them to their respective owners.

kinich tucked the small pouch with xilonen’s name along with your letter for her at his side. he will deliver these to her first, he concludes. as he’s sifting through the items, kinich catches a glimpse of ajaw sitting on a toy fox’s head with a small note with kachina’s name. the final item that seemed important was a small box containing colorful seashells with mualani’s name on it.

his brows furrowed in confusion as he sets all the gifts down carefully and sifts through the package one more time. and again, and again, until his lower back felt sore. ajaw noticed his antsy behavior and decided to look at what all the fuss was about. kinich sat down, head lowered with his bangs covering his eyes—ajaw was beginning to worry (but he would rather die than verbally admit it).

“hey!” ajaw turned to kinich who had stiffly stood up. clutching at your letter as the sliver of expectancy in his eyes dimmed. “don't tell me they actually forgot about you?”

“let’s go back,” he says with a subtly sullen voice. “we have to deliver these to the others.”

ajaw makes no further comment and sits on his shoulder as they zip from one place to another. he doesn’t point out the way kinich’s eyes looked duller and the way a frown tugged at his lips—he was upset. 

“hmph! i'll be sure to show them a piece of my mind when they get back!" the dragon complains to him as they arrive back home. kinich beelined his way back to his residence, a bit more aggressive than he normally would.

he doesn’t want to admit that he was upset—it was stupid. so what if you didn’t get him a gift after not hearing from you for almost a year? but how come everyone else had one? hell even citlani and mavuika received one, so why didn’t he?

with a click of his tongue he pushed past all the people in his way, muttering half hearted apologies here and there as ajaw kept calling his name. kinich was not upset nor was he disappointed—he wasn’t a child chasing after the trail of gold you left behind anymore. he was an adult now, someone people look up to and admire. kinich was no longer the shy kid that always wondered if he could ever chase after you.

“kinich!”

with the shout of his name, he was taken back to memory lane. how you would call to him from the ground, a pair of wheels at your feet as you glided through the rocky terrain as if it were made of ice. the smile you flash him as you point to your finish line makes his heart skip a few beats, rendering him only to reply in a nod because his mind has turned into a mushy puddle. 

“kinich!”

you have always been golden in his eyes. smiles bright like the sun, kindness gentle like its morning rays, and hypnotizing in the starry trail you leave behind. kinich remembers the first time he tried his hands on rollerblades. he felt unwittingly afraid of standing on his own two feet, the possibility of his world turning upside down with one single step scared him. but you were always there to ward away his fears. it wasn’t long before he took them off and said with a dead expression that he will never try them again. the laugh that he managed to steal from your lungs made all his suffering worth it.

“kinich!”

he doesn’t like letting things go, not when you’ve taught him how to cherish every little thing. but he’d hate himself if he kept you from your dreams. so there he was, all those years ago, standing by natlan’s borders, unable to say goodbye as the rest bid theirs. you had to make him face you—gently cupping his jaw with both hands and flashing a small smile, giving him a tempting offer.

“let me stay,” you said. you were willing to give up your dreams if it meant making him happy. kinich didn’t want his happiness, he wanted yours.

“leave,” he said bluntly. it made you laugh because it sounded incredibly rude, but the way he held your hand in his shaking hold, lip bitten until it almost bled, everyone knew he was struggling the most.

“i’ll give you souvenirs,” you offered as consultation and it took every willpower he had to say he only wanted you. 

“i’ll keep them safe.” he replied and you smiled.

“kinich!”

urging you to travel has been the best and worst decision in his life—you were enjoying your life but he was stuck missing you. his longing for the sun in his life greatly outweighed his happiness for you. how can he be happy when happiness is spelled with your name? the way you smile, and the way you leave a golden trail?

“kinich.”

“ajaw, enou—” his sentence was cut off when he turned to look at the smiling faces of his tribe. brows furrowed in confusion as he searched the crowd for a certain green dragon, but all his eyes could see was gold.

the wind in his lungs was stolen as the images of smiling faces turn to fade, his attention solely on you in the distance, ajaw by your side as you both waved him over. as fast as the winds could take him, kinich ran straight in your arms—his home. your laugh ringed like morning birds and your hands felt warm like the afternoon heat. you were home; you were his gift.

“pasalubong, for kinich,” you say with a teasing lilt to your voice. 

“pasalubong?” he repeats, hands coming to cradle your smiling face. “what does that mean?”

you smile wider and hold his hands with your own. “it means gifts given by homecomers. but,” you tuck away a stray piece of his hair behind his ear as you tempt him in another embrace. “it can also mean ‘to meet again.’”

kinich laughed—airy and bright, like the setting sun. this was so you, he thought, burying his head in your neck. trying to make up for all the lost physical contact he had missed. 

“thank you for the gift.” he said with a smile.

you pat him on the back and hummed in delight. “i came back just for you.”

“i’m honered,” he jests and takes a step back, not letting your hand go. “you should be! the trip back home is nothing short of tedious!”

he chuckles because kinich knows he’s a goner. no need for xilonen’s amused teasing, mualani’s persistence and kachina’s curiosity. everyone in his tribe and maybe even natlan knew, kinich would wait for you knowing you’ll eventually come home to him.

© vxnuslogy 2024. do not plagiarize, repost, or translate any of my works without my knowledge or consent in other platforms or websites.

[luvyeni]

( drabble ) smoke and fuck ! ୨୧ 一 이희승 ՞

⸃ ⸰ ⌁ heeseung being your plugヾ

plug!heeseung・ reader ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ g ・ smut ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ cw ・weed usage, oral sex ( M ), unprotected sex, dirty talk‎ wc ・ ‎0.8k ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎| ‎ ‎click to library

「 ୨୧ authors note 」 plug heeseung will hit every. single. time 😮‍💨

heeseung 🍃. i'm here… 10:30 pm read

not even bothering to change out of your sleep shorts and zip up hoodie; slipping on your slippers, taking your money you had waiting on your dresser along with your keys and out the door you were.

heeseung parked right in front of your apartment; sending you a text sitting his phone in the cup holder as he waited for you to come out. normally heeseung didn’t make late night house calls, but for you; he’d do anything for, even if they meant bringing you weed at 11:00 at night. “heeseung.”

you exited the building to were his car was parked, knocking on the slightly rolled down window. he rolled down the window, you leaned over. “you could’ve just come up.” he smiled seeing your pouty face. “it’s cold.” he looked at your attire; you looked good. “it’s late, i should be in bed.” he teased. “i came because you called me.” you scoffed. “you’re getting paid aren’t you?” he flagged you off. “why do you keep on trying to pay me? your money is no good here.” he reached in his glove compartment, grabbing the leafy substance. “here princess.”

you went to reach for it but he pulled it back. “heeseung it’s cold.” you whined, he chuckled. you forced back a smile trying not to egg him on, he always did it — and you always fell for it. ��get in then,” he said. “it’s late.” you said, he rolled his eyes. “that hasn’t stopped you before, come on, let's roll one up together.” biting down on his plump bottom lip as his eyes traveled down your body. “i’ll make it worth your wild, you know i will…”

“oh fuck baby.” he groaned, his head thrown back against the head of the back seat of his car — you on your knees; your mouth working down on his cock, everytime he came to see you it always ended like this. “shit love this fucking mouth of yours.” he held the back of your head; guiding you up and down his length, his hips occasionally bucking up causing you to gag. “sh-shit , feels so fucking good.” the lit blunt in his hand. “damn.” he moaned, bringing the blunt to his lip, taking a puff and exhaling. “fuck speed up.”

you wrapped your hands around his thick length , twisting your hands as you bobbed your head up and down; spit coating his cock messily. “sucking my dick like a good little whore fuck im gonna cum.” he groaned. “gonna cum down your tight little throat.” he groaned, pushing your head down — cock twitching as cum shot from his tip coating the back of your throat. “fuck get up.”

you climbed into the man’s lap; unzipping your sweater. “came out here without a shirt or a bra.” he chuckled. “you came out here ready to be fucked, so desperate.” he passed you the blunt, you took it between your fingers, taking a long drag, he grabbed your face pulling your lips close to his, letting you blow smoke into his mouth. “and you came here at 11 at night to fuck me, what does that make you?”

he slapped your ass; you yelped. “ow, that shit hurts.” he rubbed the sore cheek. “you’re right baby we’re both desperate.” he took the fully smoked blunt from your hand, throwing it out the car; his vehicle now filled with smoke. “so why aren’t you full of my cock right now?”

you pulled your shorts to the side; he was stroking his wet cock, sighing as you sunk down on his cock. “mhm fuck heeseung.” he smirked as you held his shoulders, his cock fulling you out deliciously. “that’s it princess.” the high you both were in amplifying your pleasure. “shit this pussy is the best.” he groaned. “love it so much.”

he held your waist, keeping you steady as you found your speed, bouncing up and down on his cock. “ye-yeah shit.” he groaned. “fuck me.” this was the reason he came out so late; he’d come out at 2 in the morning if you wanted him to — because he knew he’d have you fucking yourself on him in his car high every single time, no matter how many times you tried barley to play hard to get. “fuck baby keep bouncing gonna cum.”

he slapped your ass rubbing the soreness. “fuck hee!” you screamed, his hips bucking up. “yeah fuck princess i feel your pussy twitching on me, you gonna cum?” you nodded. “fu-fuck hee, im gonna cum, im gonna fucking cum!” you shrieked. “shit cum for me!” he head thrown back again once again as you came. “oh fuck!”

you pulled off of him, both your hands wrapping around his length stroking his cock until his thick sticky cum shit from his cock, covering your hand. “oh fuck.” he sighed, you chuckled out of breath. “how many times are you gonna trick me into coming out here?”

“trick you?” he questioned. “sweets the baby the way you were bouncing on my dick, you knew what you wanted when you came out here.” he said. “lay back now.” he pulled your shorts down. “look at this pretty pussy.” he groaned biting his lip. “so ready to be eaten.”

“gonna make you cum on my tongue a few times, roll you another blunt and then fuck this pretty pussy again.”

©️LUVYENI

[5sospenguinqueen]

Take A Break | Toto Wolff x Wife! Reader

Summary: Toto has been pushing himself too hard trying to get the upgrades sorted. As his concerned wife, you plan a surprise visit.

Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff. Bad writing

Requested: Yes by Anon (Hope I did this justice)

2024 season. There's a little blurb halfway through as well.

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mercedesamgf1 boss man hard at work 

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ynwolff_official you better be looking after him

→ mercedesamgf1 yes, ma’am. we’re doing our best 

→ ynwolff_official tell him if he doesn’t stop working late, he’ll be in trouble when he comes home 

→ mercedesamgf1 stop making the admin team threaten me, schatz. they keep coming into my office shaking and you’ll get me into trouble with hr - toto 

user1 tell him to make an insta 

georgerussell63 he looks like a sith lord

→ ynwolff_official i think you mean, very handsome

→ georgerussell63 i’m not going to say that about my boss

→ alex_albon why not? you were telling me the other day that you think he looks much better in the white shirt than the black zip up 

user2 anyone else think he looks tired lately?

→ user2 he’s been working extra hard to get the upgrades ready, i’m guessing 

→ user3 plus wifey and jack haven’t been able to make a race in a while so he’s probably missing them after that triple header

user4 george won’t be getting those upgrades once yn tells toto that he wouldn’t admit he was handsome

→ mickschumacher i’ve already told 

→ georgerussell63 betrayal

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Strolling through the Hungaroring paddock, you kept a tight hold of your son’s hand. Bustling bodies brushed past, paying the the pair of you no heed, which worked well with your surprise.

Over the past few weeks, Toto had been working tirelessly to ensure the upgrades were ready and working in time for the Hungarian Grand Prix, albeit to the detriment of his own health. He’d been sleeping less, running himself ragged to ensure Mercedes didn’t remain fourth in the constructors. After winning at Red Bull Ring and Silverstone, he knew the potential was there. All he had to do was unlock it. But that had meant shorter calls with his wife and son, fewer responses to messages and a growing distance that he hated feeling during the season. And so, arranging a surprise visit during race weekend had been the most obvious solution.

Mercedes hat sat atop his dark hair, Jack babbled about everything he could see as the tall form of George Russell guided you towards the garage. 

“Hello, stranger.” Lewis’ voice met your ears when he caught sight of you. “Toto didn’t tell me you were coming. What’s up, little man?” 

George vanished into the back of the garage, searching for the Team Principal. Leaning over to the Brit, you pressed a kiss to the cheek of the 7x WDC. Lewis gave your shoulders a squeeze before pulling Jack up into his arms, whisking him over to where the W15 was being polished. 

“George, this better be important. I was in the middle of an analysis report-.” A disgruntled Austrian accent filled the garage, bringing a smile to your face. You could picture the deep frown twisting his handsome’s features without even turning to see it.

“Liebe?” 

The silver arrows watched the tension seep out of their Team Principal’s face as he took in the appearance of his wife. Striding across the garage floor, he pulled you in for a tight hug, and pressed a chaste kiss to the side of your head. Aware of the eyes on you both, he had to refrain from pressing his lips to yours. Denying you both the deep kiss you truly desired.

“Surprise,” you whispered, slipping your arm around his waist. Your hand automatically rubbing soothing circles against his hip. 

“I’m so happy you’re here,” he murmured into your hair, inhaling the familiar scent of home. 

“You sounded like you needed us.”

“I always need you.”

“Well, then, let’s go rescue your son from Lewis.”

Holed up in Toto’s office, the Wolff family basked in their first moment of family time since over a month. Toto had ordered everyone to leave them alone until qualifying was due to start or somebody was dying. Thankfully, the team listened and so he spent the past hour listening to his son tell him about school and watching Lewis win a race on telly.

Fussing over the amount of coffee cups in the waste bin, you turned to lecture your husband on his inability to get enough rest but paused, mouth open. Curled up on the deep couch pushed against the wall, Jack was snuggled into his father’s lap. His iPad had fallen to the side, and soft snores escaped from his mouth. Glasses askew, Toto’s chin rested on his son’s head, eyes closed tight. Father and son, exhausted from the excitement of their day.

Taking a quick picture on your phone, you smiled at the sight of your family. Reaching into Jack’s backpack, you pulled out his blanket, draping it over your favourite boys.

“Ich liebe dich,” you whispered, pressing a kiss to each of their foreheads.

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georgerussell63 admin, you used the same quote for a photo of toto with me, lew and mick the other week?

→ mercedesamgf1 we were paid to do that 

→ alex_albon great now he’s crying 

→ landonorris ha! at least our admin love us more than zak

→ mclaren don’t tell on us! 

mercedesamgf1 inside scoop; toto asked us to print out the photo of yn and jack to put in his office 

mickschumacher does this mean i can take the little wolff karting?

→ ynwolff_official only if you promise to come for dinner

→ georgerussell63 and me? 

→ user5 poor toto can’t escape his drivers even during his time off because his wife adopted them all 

lewishamilton nice to see you and jack in the paddock again, yn

→ ynwolff_official and you, lew. hopefully we can attend a few more now that the summer holidays are here 

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ynwolff_official my favourite part of summer break is the view 

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mercedesamgf1 tell boss man to bring that smile back with him 

→ ynwolff_official don’t worry. i’ll be sending him back to work extra happy 

→ lewishamilton yn, love, this sounds less than family friendly 

→ ynwolff_official oops 

user6 oh she’s FEEDING us 

user7 has george joined you for a sleepover yet

→ ynwolff_official of course. he’s like the son i didn’t ask for 

→ georgerussell63 but you love anyway?

→ user8 silence speaks volumes 

user9 yn wolff thirst trapping her husband was not on my 2024 bingo 

→ user10 silly season is extra silly this year so yn obvi thought she would participate 

→ user11 and we love her for it

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Requests for F1 smau's are open. You can see who I write for on my masterlist :)

[oatmealthighs]

bigbro!choso x blackfem!babysitter!reader

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 contents: nsfw 18+, MDNI. overstimulation, rough sex, mutual pining, breeding kink, masturbation. i guess a lil stalking? choso's last name is itadori, yuji is a lil one, reader is black-coded and depicted to be a bit thick. but yea gets pretty nasty. minors gtf back

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 author's note: yea this is a bit more self-indulgent than i'd like to admit.... but nonetheless! i still hope yall like it! inspired by this work of art

“so you're the new babysitter, huh?”

his voice was so deep. it rumbled through your every limb, made every hair prick up against your melanated skin. your throat went dry as you looked up at the man so casually leaning against the doorframe to his quaint, humble home, towering over you as he observed you almost menacingly.

as choso itadori looked down at you with indifferent eyes, you couldn't stop your own from scouring, observing the way the black tee he had on was tight in all the right places, hugging and squeezing at his muscular biceps and clinging to his formed chest. his brown hair was tied up, spiky locks in two ponytails. black jewelry adorned his ears all the way up to the helix.

you felt small, under investigation as his dark orbs intensely pierced through your own. but you didn't waver, it was never in your nature to showcase your uncertainty. instead you smiled, glossed lips parting to show your pretty teeth. “yep, that's me! my name is [name].” of course choso already knew that, and maybe a bit more that he didn't plan on sharing with you. he had no shame when it came to investigating who he was entrusting the care of his baby brother to, yuji being his heart and rib, the only family he had left on this entire planet. he'd die for him, kill for him, do worse if it came down to it. but with you, all that extra shit didn't seem necessary to make clear.

choso knew you looked good from your instagram he managed to find after some digging, but your posts didn't capture the true, full essence of your beauty. the camera didn't necessarily capture the way your brown skin glowed and shimmered in light, or accentuate your curves like how they looked now. you smelled sweet, like yams and vanilla. the magenta yoga set you wore clung to your skin tantalizingly, outlining your curvy silhouette and the top zipped down just a little low to show a little cleavage. your hair was styled* into a neat bob, bluntly cut just above your shoulders, not a single hair out of place. your lips were lined a dark coffee brown and ombré’d into the pink natural color of your skin, coated with sparkly gloss. your large glasses sat on the bridge of your wide nose, a french-tipped nail pushing them higher up. choso continued to feign disinterest, but he knew the darkening scarlet brushing over the tips of his ears might be what would give him away if you took any notice.

luckily enough, your attention was drawn elsewhere, the sound of toddler yuji cooing as he waddled through the living room towards the front door making your eyes widen with adoration. you kneeled down to his height, yuji’s big brown eyes finding yours and him sending you a gummy smile. “and this must be yuji! ohh, you’re the cutest thing! making my heart swell.”

choso needed you for a short while, just until he could find a new daycare for his little brother. between him working over forty hours a week and using the weekends to focus on bonding with yuji and resting up, he never really had the time. or more-so, seeing how well yuji gravitated to you, how he began asking about you by just saying your name during bath time, how he always cried when you left, was what made it drop lower and lower on his priority list.

you were much more help than he expected you to be, and did far more than what he was paying you to do, which resulted in the extra hundred dollar bills he would sneak into your cherry coach bag every evening. it was the least he could do: you made meals, helped clean, always put yuji down to bed before you left. even did the laundry as needed. you insisted it was okay when choso told you you didn't have to bother yourself with tasks that weren't in the job description, and that you didn't want or expect anything extra out of it. but you stopped fighting against his generosity… not that there was ever a struggle.

some nights required choso to stay later, long past his typical return time of six o’clock, and some nights he wouldn’t return until 2am. he would come in from a particularly tiresome day at the hospital in his his grey scrubs and his hair pulled into a low ponytail. he would never be surprised to find you laying on the large sectional sofa, glasses still on but your bonnet tied tight around your head, under one of the extra blankets with your phone replaying a tiktok. choso always had the guest bedroom prepared for you but it was always all for naught, as the couch seemed to be your preferred place of choice. it was so soft, it had to be well over a thousand bucks. he never disturbed you, you deserved your sleep. at most, he’d shut your phone off and turn down the tv, and head upstairs to shower and prep for bed himself. he’d often hear you leave the house later that night or early in the morning.

choso was the strong, silent type most of the time. he was an action-driven man– if he didn’t say it he would show you. you knew he liked you for his baby brother when he asked how did you feel about hanging around yuji for a bit longer than anticipated one evening while you were just about to leave out for the day. or when he would sneak those crisply folded blue bills into your bag. you wondered what he did for work one day, and you asked him. he was an anesthesiologist, he said. and you knew he was rolling in the money then.

there were no signs of a woman in his life from what you’ve seen. no feminine hygiene products in the bathroom, no pictures, no particular scent aside from your own aroma of sweetness. no mentions of a “she”... not that you’ve ever talked about it. you wanted to pop the question, but you didn’t want to weird him out- you opted to just “keep things professional.” but shit, it was hard sometimes. choso was a nice-looking man, with a height of 6’3”, a hard, muscular build, and dark eyes that made you shudder when he looked down upon you with them. sometimes he would come home after a vigorous work-out at the gym if he had the pleasure of getting off on time, wearing a black underarmour compression shirt that would be so damn tight you’d see every sculpt and cut of his meticulously defined upper body. his hair would be down, brown tresses clinging to his strong neck, thick eyebrows knitted together at the feeling of sweat and perspiration sticking to his skin and his growing need to shower. you would be in the kitchen, just cleaning up since you wrapped dinner up not too long ago, and the smell would make his stomach borderline roar at him. he’d shower, then come back in a tee and grey sweatpants, damp hair hanging as he sat at the table and basically ripped apart whatever you had prepared for him.

sometimes, you’d be in a rush to go home. not because choso would make you uncomfortable or anything. never that… but you knew your body. you knew that warm pool of heat in between your legs meant nothing but trouble, and was something that needed to be handled, preferably asap. you’d rush into your little apartment, make a beeline to your bedroom and strip down to your bare skin before jumping into your silk pink sheets. you’d grab your vibrator and press it to your clit desperately, pussy squeezing around nothing as you threw your head back against the soft pillows. you’d pinch your brown nipple, bottom lip trapped in between your teeth as you moved your vibrator in small little circles. more and more, you’ve began imagining choso in between your legs, his large hands parting your thick thighs like the red sea as he ate you out, his tongue lashing at your clit and slurping up your honey like a man parched. you imagined him pinning you against a wall with those brawny arms of his, knees pressed to your chest as he pounded you, burying himself to the hilt as your pussy squeezed his thick, long dick like a vice. it would be so nasty… you could only imagine the way you’d be cumming around him, how he’d make you cream and release until you’re ran dry.

sometimes when you finish, you’ll feel ashamed, throwing your vibrator to the end of the bed as you squeezed your legs together and hid under the comforter with embarrassment. other times… not so much. the fire would still be stirring and burning within you, begging for something more, for you to truly be filled. there were times you were a smidgen too close to calling up one of your old flings, just to fulfill your desire of being stretched out once again and to just imagine the man over you was your employer instead.

your feelings didn’t go completely unrequited.

choso held his tongue for the greater good of professionalism and your comfortability, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t contemplate asking you to dinner a few times. from what he’s seen and observed on your insta, you didn’t have a special somebody. and he figured it would never hurt to ask. but choso was careful. he often opted to just not say anything.

he felt his gazes getting longer, his eyes moving more risky every time he’d see you moving about in his home working. he picked up that you really liked two piece sets, especially the ones made of sculpting spandex that always clung to your body almost provocatively. the way your ass sat in them, he was almost embarrased to say he dreamed about grabbing a handful of it, palming one of your cheeks with his entire hand. your glossed lips always caught his attention. he often thought about how it would look smudged on his skin, smeared across his own lips after tonguing you down.

your smell lingered. on the furniture, in the blankets, hung in the air. it was embarrassing how the scent of shea butter and vanilla was enough alone to make his dick stiff. it’s been so long since he’s rubbed one out. and he was doing a good job until you came along. he wasn’t proud to admit the amount of times he’s touched himself to you, his hips rolling his dick up into the clenched palm of his hand, soft squelching sounds filling his master bedroom. he’d imagine how you’d ride him, slamming your hips down against his own, your ass flush against his skin as you moan sweet nothings into his ear while he tried his damnedest to not nut in you.

the tension was growing thick. it could be sliced with a chainsaw at this point. but the both of you both opted to play it safe. until it spilled over… and it was bound to happen.

and it did.

"ouuuu, shit, choso!" the way that man was absolutely drilling you from behind was almost criminal, the deafening sound of his hips cracking against your fat ass echoing throughout the sound of the living room as he was trying his best to fuck you through the couch he had you drooling on.

you really don't know how you got here. well... you do. after all, this was the day you've been plotting and hoping on the moment you first seen choso's fine ass leaning against his doorway. it was like a dream come true, watching the way he deliciously hovered over you like predator over prey, his silky brown tresses draping around his sharp facial structure and his silver chain dangling, swinging in cadence with his hard, deep thrusts.

the two of you were just watching a movie, mr. & mrs. smith to be exact, courtesy of the invitation he extended earlier that night when you put yuji down for bed. an opportunity to "get better acquainted" over wine, gourmet chips, chocolates and a good action-romance.

"i see the way you look at me," you had stated boldly as you sipped your third glass of wine, the pillar to your sudden courage. "i know you notice how i look at you, too."

choso was sprawled out on the couch, legs spread and his arms thrown over the top. his head rested in one of his big hands, gazing at you through heavy-lidded eyes. he's silent for a moment as he looks at you so intently, his orbs filled with need, before he finally diverts his gaze to the tv. "yeah."

you look at the tv for a bit, not interested at all actually, but feigning it as you finished your glass. it was silent for a bit, albeit the sound of gunfire and car collisions booming through the in-home sound system, before choso speaks, "you can sit closer."

your scooting closer somehow led to you sitting in his lap, which led to a passionate, sloppy makeout session involving you straddling his firm thighs and his big hands gripping your entire ass in his palms as your tongue dived into his mouth. and all that led to him softly laying you on to the couch cushions, your lips never leaving each other's.

his lips are as soft as they look, yet leave scorching flames of desire in their wake as he litters passionate kisses all over your jugular and chest. he buries his nose into your skin, almost moaning at how sweet you smell and taste. as he continues to trace his name on your skin with his tongue, his fingers find the zipper to your purple yoga jacket, his eyes peering at up at yours through his thick lashes to ensure he has your approval.

you nodded your head gently.

choso made it his mission to show you he had much more to offer than some blue bills to you. you never depicted or predicted the guy to be an eater. but oh, were you pleasantly surprised.

that man can eat some pussy... and he does it like he gets paid to do it. he had you spread out like you were his dinner, and you were, your legs wide apart, knees bent. he sat on his haunches on the carpeted floor before you, spreading your lips apart and sloppily sucking at your clit that throbbed eagerly against his lips. he'd dip his head down, lapping up any of your leaking wetness before making out with your pussy yet again, his eyes trained on you and watching intently as your pretty face contorted into expressions of pleasure.

he'd make you cum all in his mouth, encouraging you to do so, never letting up as your thighs shook and vibrated, your eyebrows pushing together and your eyes fluttering shut as the bright hot warmth of your well-awaited orgasm overtook you, leaving you gasping for air. his compliments, "good girl," and "you taste so fucking good" would just get you all riled up again. choso came in his pants too, his ear tips bright red as he made it his duty to lick up all of your sweet nectar, but he kept that to himself.

that's not the only way he wants you though. he'll sit on his bottom on the floor next, his head resting against the couch, requesting for you to sit on his face. "what? choso, no, i'd crush you."

he'll take that as an insult of course. he benches twice your weight, easily. a little extra plush on the thighs wouldn't kill him, in fact, he'd love it ten times more. you'd saddle up, hesitantly brushing your pussy against his lips, and he'd look up at you, unimpressed.

"whaat?" you feign confusion, in reality, a bit shy and nervous at the thought of putting your weight on him.

"sit."

his words made every hair stand at attention against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. you bite your lip, your gloss long smeared off and all over his pale skin. you bring your weight down on him a bit more.

"all the way." fuck.

you do as you're told, and a deep moan of satisfaction rolls through him, his tongue already dipping into your dripping folds. and before you could even think about letting up, his strong arms are locked around your thick thighs.

he'd have you writhing in his grip, going insane at the way his tongue wrote love letters in cursive against your clit. he'd be damn near drowning in your release, your cum slicking and dribbling against his chin as you rolled your hips back and forth against his soft lips. you were chanting his name like a mantra, and it was a beautiful melody to his ears.

and lo and behold, that's how you ended up on a first class flight to poundtown, your eyes stuck in the back of your head and your manicured nails digging into the arm of the couch for personal brace as his huge dick kept brushing up against that soft spot of yours and his girth stretched you so damn good. you knew you were making a mess- you done squirted twice already, your juices rivering down the insides of your thighs and seeping into the soaked couch cushion below you. "fuck, please don't stop!"

"yeah?" choso breathes over you, his cheeks flushed pink from his endurance. you knew he wasn't slowing down no time soon... he told you about his daily four mile runs. his pupils were blown wide as he watched the way you managed to still throw it back at him, stilling his hips as he watched your hungry pussy swallow his length every time your ass sat plush on his lower stomach. "you like that shit?" his calloused palm smacked against your ass unforgivingly, the fiery sting setting you ablaze. he did it again, one more time for good measure.

you were losing it, moaning exasperatedly into the couch fabric as you gave him everything you got, tossing your ass back against him, trying to match the impact he was winding you with just a second ago. "yess, fuck yess," you whine. you reach your hand back, your nails clawing at his shirt and yanking it in a ball. "please, choso, keep fucking me like that."

"what, like this?" his large hands were at your lovehandles, squeezing the flesh there as his resumed his relentless rythym, his eyebrows pinching at the way you squeezed around him like a vice. you let out a wail, your cream decorating his veiny shaft, and he relished in the feeling, a deep groan of satisfaction bubbling from his throat. "shit, you just keep cumming.... what is this, your fourth time?"

actually your sixth, but you weren't gonna correct him. if there was anything you knew, you wanted more. the way the veins of his dick dragged against your walls was a wonderful, irreplicable feeling, his balls slapping your clit with each profound stroke. his thick fingers found your hair, tangling his hand in your locks and giving them a courteous yank, making your back cave and arch deeper as you let out a yelp of pleasure. any other time, you'd for sure cuss him out... but his dick touching your soul was plenty good of a distraction. besides, you knew your hair was long sweated out anyway.

he was gonna give you some money for a new hairstyle anyway. he was good for making up for it.

choso feels himself teetering against the edge, between the sounds of your disgusting squelching and the mess you left on him and his couch, your pussy still begging for more as it and all its sloppiness still squeezed him whole, and your pretty keens and gasps bouncing around the room, it was almost too much. he felt like he was losing it, the hearts in his eyes palpitating as both of his hands held your jaw from behind. "the fuck are you doing to me..." he mutters aloud, his eyebrows furrowed as you eagerly sucked on his thumbs with a slutty moan.

"you know, yuji gets lonely sometimes," he whispers, slowing his thrusts and leaning forward to crush you with his weight, his dick bottoming out and making you let out a cry as your eyes snapped wide open. he rolls his hips more sensually as he licks at the back of your nape, the cool metal of his chain brushing the skin of your back and making you shiver. his lips trail to your ear, tongue lolling out at the shell as he continues, "i'm sure he wouldn't mind a friend. you'd like that wouldn't you? for me to fuck you full until i got nothing left, huh? you gonna drain me of all i got?"

you nodded your head desperately as you hummed a whiny "mmhm", turning your head to the side as you watched in awe as the man over you was spilling over the edge. "yes, i'd love it, cho, give it to me... please?"

choso hums in satisfaction, his heart thrumming against his ribcage as your words made butterfly cocoons hatch in his stomach and his dick stiffer than ever before. "yeah..." he slams into you, winding you with power and force that insinuated that he hated you, but he'd only make such a dangerous, promising offer to someone he truly liked. let alone anyone at all. "i know you would. you're nasty as fuck."

you didn't know if you were to be terrified or turned on, but the way your core pulsated around him let you know you were the latter. he let out a breathy moan at your physical response, but it didn't stop him. not even for a second.

he wasn't letting up. you weren't getting any breaks. the way you would be teasing him wearing those tight ass clothes and smelling like you wanted him to eat you alive. nah. he was giving you everything you ever dreamed about, everything you imagined when you'd resort to using your little vibrator between your legs.

and you loved every fucking second of it.

[chiwhorei]

I have no idea where this came from I’m all icky sicky today and needed some Nanami comfort. ૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა♡

tags: a bit of smut, mostly fluff, domestic king Nanami Kento

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Nanami isn’t ever a boyfriend he literally starts acting like a husband from day zero.

Nanami finds out your favorite flowers, because he asks u like a grown ass man, and he is getting you flowers every 2 weeks on the dot as soon as the old ones are needing to be thrown away.

Nanami is making sure he’s got the kind of soap/lotion/toothpaste you like at his place for when you sleep over. Nanami loves watching you do your nightly skincare routine, sitting up in bed barely paying attention to the book in his hands because he’s just so enamored with you.

Nanami is truly addicted to the pussy. He spends hours down on you, lapping and sucking and fucking his thick tongue into you. From the jump, too. He’s eating your pussy the night of your first date. He’s getting you off more than once that night— the first one wasn’t for you, not even the second, those were just for Kento, because he is a greedy man. By the time he’s rolling a condom on to fuck you, you’ve cum more times from just his tongue than any other man has cumulatively.

Nanami’s learning your love language and showing you his own. He’s big on acts of service and quality time. He prefers a quiet night in and cooking a meal together. He likes ordering in on lazy Friday nights. He likes going grocery shopping with you. He likes the way your fingers brush his as he hands you a dish to dry. You dry, he washes. The soapy water would chip your manicure.

Nanami asks your friends to figure out what kind of engagement ring you want. He wants it to be a surprise but he also wants to ensure you get exactly what you want. He proposes on the beach, the same one you walked barefoot on after your first date. He gets down on one knee where you stopped him that night to admire the sunset and pulled him into a kiss. Kento took a mental note as to exactly where you were standing because in that moment he knew he was going to marry you.

Nanami is a wife guy, through and through. He is at his best when you’re beside him. He takes care of you, but never gets in the way of your goals. He dotes on you but knows you are his equal and his partner. He asks you for your opinions when he’s got a big decision to make at work. He is vulnerable with you, he’s patient, he’s so kind.

Nanami ensures that you are dressed to the nines, as a couple, at any work parties, friends wedding, fancy dinners. He always wears something that compliments the dress you pick out. He’s always there to zip you up, moving your hair delicately to the side and putting it back after. He insists to lean down and help you into your heals before walking out the door.

Nanami, of course, opens every door for you, he always has a hand at your back to keep you steady. He always introduces you as his wife with so much pride. And he’s always going to drape his suit jacket over your shoulders before walking outside, even if it’s not really that cold.

Nanami is fucking you deep and raw the second you mention you think it’s a good time to start trying for a baby. He’s got you almost upside down when he’s cumming in you, to make sure you’re pregnant asap. He knocks you up on the first try and is fucking you good throughout your entire pregnancy. One because you swollen and round with his baby makes him feral and two because regular sex and frequent orgasms are important for a healthy pregnancy.

Nanami is committed to his work, but is never home a minute late. Especially after the birth of your first child. As soon as he walks through the door, you’re clocking out and taking a nice luxurious bubble bath while Kento gets some 1:1 time with your infant. He knows how exhausting it is being a new parent, especially when he went back to the 9-5 a few months after your daughter was born and you’re at home with the baby all day. So he leaves work and clocks in for the night shift, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder if you try to get up when the baby’s fussing, telling you that he’s got it. It’s his turn. You’ll cook dinner together while Kento has the baby strapped to his chest. Because the golden rule in Kento’s head is ensuring equitable partnership, making sure that the brunt of childcare doesn’t default to you because of some tired gender-norms, and of course spoiling you and his baby girl every second he can, for the rest of his life. ૮꒰˶ฅ́˘ฅ̀˶꒱ა

[greenwitchfromthewoods]

wedding. l Joel Miller

Summary: something unusual happened in Jackson

Warnings: mostly fluff, but also a little bit of angst, alcohol; Ellie, Tommy, Maria - appear there; reader feels insecure, mention of pregnancy

A/N: I like writing this series, it's comfortable for me. I think I've mentioned this before. I hope it makes someone smile too.

your feedback is very important to me and I thank you for all the reblogs, comments and likes. 🖤 sorry for all the mistakes

short stories from life. [masterlist]

Joel smoothed his shirt and ran his fingers through his hair. He looked really decent, although he felt stupid at the same time. There were quiet noises behind the closed bathroom door, after a moment it opened and in the reflection of the mirror he saw you coming out wearing the dress he liked so much. He smiled to himself as your eyes met.

"You look good." You said, walking over to him and adjusting his collar.

"Not as good as you. Do we really have to go there?" You rolled your eyes "We could go somewhere together. You, me and your dress."

You patted his shoulder, amused "It's Shane's wedding. We should be there. Can you help me zip it up?"

You turned around and Joel deftly zipped up your dress, taking the opportunity to kiss the base of your neck. It was a beautiful day, and even if Joel thought the wedding was a stupid idea, he didn't want to ruin anyone's mood. Especially not you. 

A few weeks passed. You slowly made your way outside of Jackson, with Joel or Shane. What happened to you was slowly becoming a bad memory, and you never asked Joel what happened that day when the door separated you both, and Maria walked you home.

You didn't have to ask, you knew. Joel had kept you safe in the way he thought was necessary. His family had to be safe, and you were definitely a part of it.

He felt really good as you walked together to the orchard where flowers adorned the trees, and Shane and Ann decided to join in matrimony. The priest, an older man who had been in Jackson for a few years, was preparing for the ceremony as you took your seats somewhere in the back. Out of the corner of your eye you noticed Ellie, who sat down on the other side with her friends, waved at you and raised her thumbs up to show that she liked your dress.

The excitement grew with every minute, weddings in Jackson were rare, and every resident knew Shane and wanted to accompany him at such a moment.

"She looks so beautiful..." you sighed as Ann, in a modest but beautiful white dress, stood with Shane in front of the priest. Her blonde hair flowed in waves down her back, and you saw total delight in her eyes.

Joel tilted his head to murmur in your ear "Mhmm, but not like you."

You nudged him lightly in the side. "Have you ever been married, Joel?" you asked without taking your eyes off what was happening in front of you.

He was silent for a moment, but finally spoke up "A long time ago, and for a very short time."

"I'm sorry."

"No need. I practically forgot about it." he replied, and when you looked at him he smiled slightly "These things happen."

"Yeah, you're probably right." You smiled too, although there was a bit of contemplation in it, and after a moment you looked back at Shane and Ann "I hope it won't happen to them. Especially since Ann... Shit."

Now you had Joel's full attention on you. And although you weren't looking at him, you felt that his brown eyes were glued to you with curiosity.

"What do you know?" he asked in a whisper, because you were still surrounded by many Jackson residents.

"Nothing." You answered far too quickly and too nervously.

"You know something. Tell me."

You bit your lip to hide your smile. Finally, however, you looked at him again and came closer to whisper in his ear "Ann's pregnant. Shane told me on the last patrol. They're so excited."

Joel mumbled something, but you didn't pay attention to it anymore. You didn't notice the strange shadow that appeared in his eyes, because the guests started clapping, and Shane and Ann kissed, thus officially becoming a married couple.

The Tipsy Bison looked different than usual. Fresh flowers were on every table, the space seemed brighter and more festive. The buzz of conversation and laughter mixed with the music, and the clinking of cutlery and glasses meant that everyone was having a great time. Joel and Tommy decided to check out the bottle of whiskey that Shane had placed on their table, and you took Maria's son into your arms so she could eat in peace.

"I feel guilty that you're here and not there." The woman mumbled as she put food on her plate. "Tommy should be watching his son. What are they even doing?"

"Leave it, it's not a problem. I love this guy." You kissed the chubby hand of the boy who was sitting on your lap and cooing happily. "This roast chicken is delicious."

"You convinced me!" she put on a chicken leg and took a sip of juice "I'm glad this wedding happened. People need positive moments like this."

"Yeah. I had the impression that the whole of Jackson was living for this wedding." you laughed.

You gossiped for a moment, stopping every now and then to greet someone who came to your table. Maria managed to eat in peace and even reached for a second helping. The baby in your arms played with spoons, and the music drew more and more people to the dance floor.

"Oh!" Maria suddenly straightened up and frowned. "It's her again."

"Who?" you asked, not really paying attention to anything, because Tommy's son had just decided to bite your fingers off.

"Hazel."

You turned around and noticed a slender brunette standing near Joel and Tommy. Her gaze was clearly fixed on the older Miller. Something twisted in your stomach. 

Hazel had arrived in Jackson a few months ago along with a few other people. She quickly settled in and started working at a local store. That was probably where she noticed Joel. You had seen her start a conversation with him or approach him around Jackson a few times.

"Tommy said it was weird that so many things were breaking in her house." Maria mumbled. "And she always asks Joel to help her with it."

"Yeah, I know that." you replied, Hazel's hand squeezed Joel's shoulder. "Maybe... Oh my!"

The glass of juice tipped over, Maria's son must have tried to catch it while you were talking, and it spilled on your dress. The woman quickly stood up and took the little one from you, scolding him a little and at the same time trying to apologize to you.

"Don't worry, it's nothing." You replied, trying to wipe it with a napkin. "It's just juice and just a dress."

"But you looked so pretty in it!" Maria groaned. "I'm so sorry."

"Don't worry, really, it's nothing."

However, it was a lie, not a big one, but still. When you approached Joel a moment later, you felt very insecure. Hazel looked beautiful, and you had a huge stain from the juice on your dress. Maria quickly pulled Tommy away and pushed his babbling son into his arms.

"Hi. Nice dress." Hazel gave you a charming smile.

"Thank you." You mumbled uncertainly, and after a moment you felt Joel's gaze on you.

"Oh, what happened?" he asked "Do you want to go home and change?"

You shook your head. "No, it's just juice. Your nephew was a little careless, it'll dry soon."

The wet fabric stuck to your body unpleasantly, but you didn't want to show it. You realized that if Hazel wasn't standing next to you, you wouldn't even care, but now...

"I was just telling Joel that the washing machine in my house started making some strange noises. He promised to come over and take a look at it." Hazel smiled at you, "It's good to have someone with such talented hands around."

"Yes, indeed." you replied.

Joel's attention was drawn by Shane, who was determined to push another bottle of whiskey into his hands. For a moment, you and Hazel were silent, only exchanging polite smiles.

"How are you feeling in Jackson? I think you've settled in." You finally spoke up, and Hazel nodded.

"Yeah, it's a big change. But people are really friendly here, you know. And what do you do?"

"Patrols. Getting supplies. Stuff like that."

"It's good that you're helping Joel."

You felt awkward, but you plastered a smile on your face. "Right."

When Joel came back to you, Hazel's hand rested on his shoulder again, and a charming smile appeared on her pretty face. "So can I count on you? Will you come over tomorrow and check out the washing machine?"

The man nodded. "Sure, I'll come."

"Great. I'll make your favorite coffee."

This was beyond you and you quickly retreated towards the exit. The evening was warm and many people were spending it outdoors. Mr. Russo greeted you with a smile, and Rory ran around with the other kids.

"Running home already, huh?" Shane's voice almost made you jump.

"I needed some fresh air." You replied. "You look amazing, and your wife... Good luck to you both."

"Thank you." He took a sip from his glass. "You're not worried about this Hazel thing, are you? She's got her eye on Joel, but he's totally into you."

"You think so?"

Shane looked at you carefully. He knew you really well, trusted you, and knew how hard you'd been through, so your insecurity was painful for him.

"What's on your mind?" he asked.

You sighed and folded your arms tightly over your chest. "I don't know. I don't remember feeling like this before... Sometimes I think I'm too weak... That maybe I'm not good at anything, at relationships, you know."

"Bullshit!" Shane hissed "I've been watching you and Joel for ages, you're made for each other."

"Please..."

"No, I'm telling you the truth! This guy would burn the world down for you, without hesitation. He'll fight for you, and you'll do anything for him too. Ask anyone you want."

"And Joel told you that?" you scoffed, but Shane just smiled.

"The world's biggest grump? Please! But I have eyes and I can see." He spread his arms "Come here."

You approached and Shane hugged you tightly. "I'm glad you're here with us. We're all happy."

"Thank you, Shane."

Someone cleared their throat behind you and patted Walsh on the back.

"I'd like to remind you that you're married, and she's here with me."

A warm feeling crept into your heart as you saw Joel standing behind you. His brown eyes looked at you with tenderness and attention.

"Everything okay?" he asked, Shane tapped him on the shoulder and disappeared inside "You left so suddenly."

"I'm okay." You smiled slightly "And you? How's Hazel and her washing machine doing."

Joel raised an eyebrow. "Is someone jealous? Honey, her washing machine can boil her clothes, I don't give a damn." His arm wrapped around your shoulders and he pulled you in, kissing your temple. "Ready to go back or do you still want some cake?"

"Let's go back. I'd like to get out of this wet dress." You groaned.

"I'd love to help you with that."

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[neeeooon]

shut me up ;

14 | noise complaint

ft. fem!reader & shidou, isagi, reo, kaiser, nagi

cw. cussing, mentions of sex

you were taking your trash to the garbage bins outside when you noticed a certain blond pull up with a pretty brunette at his side. they didn’t see you as they hurried up to the apartment next to yours, too focused on eating each other’s faces. you grimaced at the sight, tossing your bags in the bin before dragging yourself back to your apartment.

you weren’t looking forward to yet another restless night, but the obnoxious sound of kaiser’s door slamming shut ignited that sense of competition in you, and you didn’t want to lose any more sleep to your rowdy neighbor.

“nagi,” you said into your phone, ignoring your best friend’s yawn. “what?”

“i need you over here asap. operation thumper is on.”

“that’s a terrible name,” he grumbled on the other line, but you could hear rustling as he pulled himself out of bed.

you were in your living room, playing games on your phone with bachira, isagi, and kurona, when nagi entered your apartment like it was his. you looked up and watched his face morph into shock the closer he got to your bedroom. “dude.”

“i know. every night!”

“yeah, that’s bad.”

you grabbed the oversized sleeve of his hoodie, tugging him into the bedroom before asking, “you remember the plan, right?”

in reply, nagi held up a hand to reveal two pairs of padded gloves. “reo said protection first.” you sighed, “i love your wealthy roommate.”

you quickly slipped the gloves on, helped nagi with his when he accidentally put two fingers into one glove hole, and finally decided to stretch. “ready?”

“they’re definitely gonna think we’re dating after this, y’know.” he said with a shrug, and you rolled your eyes. “a price i’m willing to pay for revenge.” and with that, you and nagi grabbed the base of your bed and repeatedly shoved it into the wall.

after a few seconds, you heard the lewd sounds from next door quiet down and grinned, but the second you slowed, they picked up even louder than before. your face burned in rage. “oh, i hate that fucker. nagi?”

“yep?”

“please don’t look at me differently after this.”

“yep.”

you were already tired from shoving the bed into the wall, so it wasn’t much effort to jump onto the mattress and match the sounds the woman made next door. nagi’s shoulders shook with his attempt to keep his laughter silent, but he took your hand when you reached for it and pulled him onto the bed with you. together, you jumped as the bed creaked and squeaked in protest, and you could tell by kaiser’s guest next door that it was negatively affecting his performance.

“what’s your deal?” you heard her muffled voice shout through the wall, and it took everything in you not to break character and laugh.

exhausted from all the jumping, you and nagi flopped onto the mattress with matching oomphs, relieved when you were met with silence from next door. “’m tired,” nagi groaned next to you, and you chuckled before agreeing. “same. for your efforts, i’ll buy dinner.”

“something easy,” he agreed, and you ruffled his slightly damp hair before rushing into the kitchen to grab your phone and order food. your hoodie was discarded along the way to cool off, and you were surprised to hear a knock on the door less than five minutes later. brows scrunched, you opened the door and couldn't stop the surprised scoff that left your lips when you saw apartment security standing there.

when he took in your disheveled appearance and flushed skin, he faced the floor and blushed. "u-um, if you don't mind keeping it down... we got a noise complaint from one of your neighbors."

you bit your lips to stop from laughing in the poor man's face and nodded your head. "i understand. we'll be more considerate next time." he seemed more than happy to zip away from your door, and when you turned to head back into your apartment, you caught a flash of blue dye in your peripheral and froze.

"you cannot be serious," you deadpanned at the satisfied little smirk on kaiser's face. he shrugged. "you'll have to find a more creative way to shut me up, y/n."

you slammed the door before he could see your blush.

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[bunny-jpeg]

hi bunny! May I request a swiss roll, honey cruller and creme caramel with a side of frozen latte for danny ric? Sorry it’s a little long🫶🏼

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welcome to the bakery! i hope you have a good time here! feel free to submit your own orders! i love receiving them and have been working hard to get through all of them! enjoy! for this anon, thank you for the danny prompt! i've sort of fallen in love with him so, these are fun! thank you!

swiss roll ("everything you own, everything you wear i paid for. so i guess that means i own you.") + honey cruller ("i forget how small you are sometimes.") + creme caramel ("oh. you thought you were getting away from me?") + frozen latte (dumbification) served by daniel ricciardo (formula one)!!

cw: smut/pwp, dumification, slight sugar daddy au, size kink, power dynamic, dom/sub

daniel liked his hands on your hips. he remembered the first time he ever placed them on you. the slight softness on the skin was appealing as you looked over your shoulder. daniel knew right then and there that he had to have you.

you were a simple university student, and being man-handled by a formula one driver was shocking. you knew you were taking long in the produce aisle but, there was no need for that.

"i'm so sorry. i don't know what happened there.. let me make it up to you!" which came in the form of paying for your entire grocery order for the week. which included some more expensive cuts of meat. when daniel heard of your poor sob story, he offered to pay. and in exchange you could accompany him to events. he said, "not to be vain, but you have a face the cameras would love!"

that was how you met daniel ricciardo, and that how you became the most special girl in his life. it was summer break for you, which meant you were staying at daniel's home. which meant barely any clothes and the constant ache in your lower back.

he had his arms wrapped around you as he held you close to his chest. you were cutting peppers for dinner and occasionally his lips would graze your neck, "i forget how small you are sometimes. if i tried really hard i could crack you in half." he chuckled.

you squirmed a little bit and put the knife down, "i'm not that small." and you turned to look at him in the eyes.

he looked at you, "look small to me. i know you're small because i can barely fit in your pussy." he chuckled before he took you in for a kiss. you'd only fall for his seduction tactics after your meal together. he tried to lay it on thick as he fed you pieces of his own food for you to indulge in. it was painfully cute and you couldn't help yourself.

"you're mine." he said as got you onto the bed, you looked up at him. he held you by the chin. you looked perfect, so innocent and small. he liked when you looked small. even if you weren't model thing, there was still a size difference between you two.

and he liked when you looked like someone who needed someone so much bigger and stronger to protect you. you brought softness into the world, and daniel needed to protect that innocence. even if that meant keeping his cock in your pretty throat. he said, "everything you own, everything you wear i paid for. so i guess that means i own you." he did pay for everything. you were lucky to not have to think about price tags for some time now.

you nodded cutely, "yes, sir." before he patted you on your soft cheek. you started to undress from the sundress that he picked out for you that morning. even going as far to zip up the back for you. now he was slowly taking it off you.

"see, this is why you're perfect. always use your manners." he said as he got the dress off of you, which was then followed by your socks, bra and panties. everything ended up on the floor for later.

then you watched your handsome sugar daddy take off his clothes. you saw the shape of his body and it made you feel warm and fuzzy. made you core throb with a want for him.

once he was naked, you tried to get further up to bed to give him room. but he grabbed and pulled you down to the foot of the bed once more, "oh. you thought you were getting away from me?" he loomed over top of you with your legs hanging off the edge of the bed. you looked at him and felt hot all over.

you were naked and daniel took your legs. he propped them over his shoulders and rubbed his hard cock against your achy slit. he looked down at you and you leaned into his touch when he carefully caressed your cheek.

"so small."

"not that small." you giggled in response as you felt yourself closer to him. when he slipped his cock inside of you. you arched your back a little and felt a leap in your chest. you held onto the soft covers and let him get himself inside of you.

"not small, huh?" he said, "I can barely fit in you, baby girl." he chuckled as he moved against you. you felt amazing under him, even though there was a little too much distance for his liking. he took you by the hips and continued to move against you.

you felt heat in your cheeks as he moved against you. you laid out on the bed for him and held on for dear life as he basically folded you in half and pushed his cock as deep as it could go inside of you. his length battering your poor slit as he remained hunched over you.

"you look so good, angel." he said softly, "you're beautiful. all laid out for me like a good girl. you know exactly how to get me going. shit, that's it baby girl." he continued to move against you. he could feel the heat down his neck as he thrusted up against you.

he knew you were well behaved but, still, it felt nice to say it out loud. praise his baby girl. he leaned into your further and pressed a kiss against your lips. you moaned against the kiss and wrapped your arms around him.

you wished you could grab a hold of him closer and press him against you onto the bed. but, it would end in disaster more than anything. your kisses continued and you moaned into them.

you were pressed between the bed and your lover. he said when he pulled away, "someone is enjoying this, huh? you enjoy when i fuck you like the good girl you are." he could feel his racing heartbeat as he moved against you.

he continued to fuck you and you moaned a little louder with each thrust. he eyed you with heat in his gaze. you looked amazing, you were truly beautiful under him.

you felt dumber with every thrust of his hips. the angle he had you in had you pinned and eventually your cheek touched the covers and you panted heavily like a bitch in heat. letting your love fuck your exhausted body. when you came, your expression shifted and you held onto the covers for a moment.

daniel eyed you as he continued to move against you. his cock buried deep inside of you. you panted heavily as he moved up against you. he pressed further into you as he gave it a few more thrusts of his hips before he finished inside of you. a move that made you squeak, but your lips couldn't form words. you felt so dumb in the brain at that moment.

"oh... poor baby. someone feels a little too good right now."

he dropped your legs carefully back over the edge of the bed and he slipped out of your pussy. then helped you further up the bed. you clung to him like a little koala. and daniel was more than happy to hold you once he got into bed with you. your naked bodies curled together.

daniel kissed you on the face, "how do you feel? tap twice is you feel good." but no words were getting through your head. instead you gave him a shaky thumbs up before you buried your face into his hairy chest.

he just laughed then kissed you on the top of the head. he'd get you whatever you needed when you could communicate with him once more. for now he'd just hold his baby girl. you felt soft in his arms and he loved it. <3

[szonyix6277]

.: Dying To Be Free :.

summary: reader is ready to quit life but a stranger saves her life, treats her ramyeon and takes her shoes

trigger warning: suicidal thoughts, suicide attempt - banner by @cafekitsune

pairing: Choi Seung-hyun x Suicidal!FemReader

a/n: standalone/one shot. this was not easy to write and i am simply testing waters with this work of fiction. please be mindful in the comments! ALWAYS REACH OUT!

w/c: 2.6k

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On a random Friday night, after finishing your late night shift, you started drinking your sorrows away in front of a liquor shop. You weren’t dealt a lucky hand at life: you lived with a raging alcoholic mother and an extremely abusive father until you were 19. You couldn’t wait a day longer to move out. You moved in with some college kids in a slightly sketchy, but very cheap, neighbourhood and got yourself a job - it was barely enough to live off, but it was something at least.

You were desperate for a better job. If you wanted that, you needed a college degree. To have a college degree, you needed money. But to have money and savings for college, you needed a well paying job. But well paying jobs were, more likely than not, given to people with qualifications - such as a college degree. Your head was spinning as you realized life was such a Catch 22. You got very drunk and very sad rather quickly.

It was getting late and you were already buzzed enough on affordable soju. You decided to go back to your shared apartment. You didn’t even know the names of the people you lived with - or cared enough to get to know them.

Walking was the cheapest option, even if it took you nearly an hour.

You were crossing a Han River bridge and stopped when you were halfway across. You looked down at the fast flow below you and wondered: what would kill you? Would you die of a heart attack before impact? Or would the impact break your neck? You chuckled. Fuck me, what if I drown? That’s a horrible death.

It wasn’t your first time thinking about death and suicide but you’ve never been this close. The railing wasn’t too high, you could climb over it easily. You looked around. Noone would save you if you slipped in. Being this intoxicated would numb the pain of dying, too.

“Hey, sweetheart!” -a man grabbed your shoulder. You gasped and jumped back, eyes wide in fear. “You got a lighter?” -he coughed. You shook your head. “Any cash for a lighter?” -again, you shook your head and gulped, taking one more step back. He was kind of old and out of shape, you could outrun him. “Where are you rushing, sweetheart?” -he grabbed your wrist. Very tightly. You hissed at the pain.

“There you are!” -a deep, baritone voice spoke from behind you. You whipped back your head, but you couldn’t register who it was, as he immediately hugged you. His soft fleece hoodie smelled great. “Me and your mom were worried sick about you, honey!” -he spoke softly to you, then his tone quickly changed. “Let her go!” -your wrist got lighter in an instant. “Play along, kid.” -he whispered.

This is a rescue mission. He’s trying to save me!

“Dad!” -you played along and fake cried in his chest. “I’m so sorry! I will never ever run away!” -you waited a couple of seconds before you asked in a whisper. “Is he gone?”

“Yeah, you’re good.” -he said in a normal tone now and let you go.

You got a chance to look at him in the streetlights.

Your breath got caught in your throat as you looked at him. He was tall and handsome - his voice totally suited him. Messy, dark hair. Deep eyes. Thick, strong brows. High cheekbones and the most perfect jawline you’ve ever seen.

“No need to drool!” -he nudged your arm with a smirk, as he started walking away.

You ran your fingers through your hair, giving it a bit more volume. You licked your lips to make them look more shiny and desirable. You wore a black top with a zipper in the front. You lowered the zip, hoping to catch his eyes with your assets. You hurried your steps and walked next to him.

“Thank you!” -you said.

“No problem. Zip that up!” -he pointed at your cleavage, without looking.

“Ok… Prude!” -you rolled your eyes but zipped up anyway. He chuckled at your comment and added.

“Have some self respect, kid! I’m twice your age.”

You frowned. The way he put emphasis on the word ‘kid’ did not sit well with you.

“No way! How old do you think I am?”

“19.” -he said.

“Okay, that’s scary. I am 19!”

“No way!” -he feigned surprise that made you giggle a little too loud in your drunken stupor. He wasn’t making a wild guess. “You dropped this earlier.” -he got out a small, slightly dirtied and worn Hello Kitty purse from his back pocket. Your purse!

“What the…?” -you gently took it and put it in your shoulder bag. “Thank you so much!” -you bowed.

“I would have given it back earlier, but you kinda ran away.”

“Oh…” -you did remember someone calling after you when you left the liquor store but, instead of stopping, you kept walking and hurried your steps in the hopes of getting rid of whoever was calling you ‘miss’. It was this handsome stranger trying to return your purse.

“I checked your…” -he started, trying to explain himself, but you cut him off.

“How old are you, oppa?” -you asked, trying to hook your arm under his, but he pulled away.

“Nearly 38.”

“Woah, you’re ancient! You could be my dad!” -you blurted in utter shock.

“Exactly. No funny business.”

“But you look like you're in your 20's.”

“I’m flattered, but you must be hammered to think that way.” -he chuckled softly. It was so soothing and calming.

You smiled.

“Thanks again.”

“Don’t mention it, kid.”

“You wanna get some ramyeon? My treat!” -you winked.

“I’m good. Take care now, ok?” -he was ready to leave. And so were you.

To another world - far away, without any more pain and suffering. You made your peace and came to terms with what you were about to do before you got distracted. You were tired of your life - you felt like you had nothing to live for and no one would miss you. Your plan to kill yourself didn’t waver - it just got slightly delayed.

You nodded at him with a tired smile. He reciprocated and slowly started to walk away.

But something felt off.

He was only a few steps from you, when he heard the quiet thud of your bag on the asphalt. He turned back and he saw you - on the other side of the railing, ready to jump. To die. His blood ran cold in his veins. He had to act quickly.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” -he ran up to you and grabbed you from behind before you could fall to your death.

“Let me go!” -you screamed. You were fighting teeth and nails, squirming and screaming, but he was stronger. He scooped under your leg with one hand, while the other one held your torso firmly. “Let go!”

He managed to lift you over the railing, back on the safe side of the bridge. He lost his balance and fell back, with you on top of him.

“Shit…” -he cursed under his breath. You scrambled yourself, ready to jump again. But he grabbed you in time. You were kicking and screaming - tears desperately falling from your eyes. You were both sitting on the ground; his legs secured over yours, his arms wrapped around you - one across your midriff, the other holding you back by your upper sternum.

You tried to peel him off of you, but you couldn’t. You continued to cry, not listening to whatever he was saying. You didn’t care - you wanted to jump. You had to! You bit his arm, your nails dug into the back of his hand so deep, you tore his skin and drew blood. Instead of letting you go, he was holding onto you even tighter.

“That’s enough!” -he ordered. His strong, deep voice boomed loudly next to your ear. You stopped your struggle. You stopped crying. However, you were still shaking like a leaf. “I’m gonna let go now and you are not jumping off this bridge!” -you nodded, your chest still heaving from the fight. But so was his. His entire being was trembling. He was terrified that he was just a couple of steps away - literally and figuratively - to witness a young girl’s suicide. It hit close to home. Too close. You reminded him of himself years ago, when he tried to take his own life. “Got it?!” -he asked sternly.

“Yeah…” -you muttered.

“Louder!”

“Yes, I got it!”

He untangled his legs first. Then let go of your body.

He stood up, cursing under his breath and he picked up your bag. You, however, sat still on the ground, staring at the railing. Your head was still hazy from what just happened. You were scared - and after the adrenaline rush, you felt slightly more sobered up. What was I thinking?

“Let’s go, kid.” -he reached out a hand to help you on your feet. You looked at him with teary eyes.

“Where?” -you sniffed in a shaky tone.

“Let’s get that ramyeon and talk.”

You found a hidden corner shop open and sat at the weathered wooden table.

“Shoes.” -he said.

“Huh?”

“Give me your shoes.”

“The fuck? Why?”

“I’m not taking my chances of you running away. Shoes. Now. Come on!” -he even did a hand gesture, hurrying you.

With a big - and loud - eyeroll, you took off your pair of bordeaux coloured Converse and handed them to him. He tied the shoelaces together and tossed it over his neck, like a loose hanging scarf.

Even though you offered to pay for food, he treated you. Your stomach growled pleasantly at the warm and filling grub. You didn't notice how hungry you were - at this stage, hunger was part of your everyday life.

“When do I get my shoes back?” -you asked after you finished your meal.

The chopsticks stilled in his hand - the hand that you scratched not so long ago, tainted with dried blood - mouth open for the next bite as he looked at you.

“After we talked.” -he replied. “Why?” -he asked, referring to your attempt.

“I’m tired of it. Of living.” -you dropped your eyes. “It’s too hard.”

“Don’t I know…” -he let out a big sigh.

“Have you…?” -you asked gently, not trying to pry into his personal life and troubles. He didn’t respond. You understood but you wanted to know. “How?”

“I’m not giving you tips, kid!” -he suddenly smacked you on the nose with his chopsticks.

“Ow!” -you pouted, leaning back, even though it didn’t hurt one bit. “Okay, fine. How did you keep going then? Give me tips on living!”

“Music.”

You frowned.

“Music. Like how? Did you just listen to it or…?”

“I produced music.”

“Ah.” -you nodded. “So you’re a musician of some sort?”

He let out a heartfelt laughter - rich, deep and honest. It was refreshing for him to meet someone who had no idea who he was. Of course you didn’t, you were younger than his band's first album - and you didn’t seem to be into the genre he was known for.

“Yeah, a musician of some sort.” -he chuckled and finished his ramyeon. He got the cardboard meal boxes and threw them in the bin nearby. “Don’t you have a passion to live for?” -you shook your head. “Family?”

“You mean my alcoholic mother or my abusive father?” -you let out a bitter scoff. “I don’t think so.”

“Kid, listen to me!”

“Stop calling me that!”

“Nope.” -he sat next to you. You folded your arms in front of your chest. “I recently got a second chance. Your chance is just around the corner.”

“You really think so?” -you looked at him.

“I know so. How does the saying go? The darkest hour is just before dawn, right?”

You let out a soft chuckle. He was right - somehow his words struck a chord in you. Maybe it seems like not worth living right now, but perhaps tomorrow will be the best day of your life. You should never let yourself run out of tomorrows. Ever.

“Thanks.” -you leaned on his shoulder. He didn't pull away - he understood you needed it. “Now, can I have my shoes back?” -you reached for them but he grabbed your wrist.

“Under one condition.” -he caught your gaze. It wasn’t charged. It wasn’t romantic. But it was nonetheless caring. “You’re gonna keep living to the fucking max.”

“Okay.” -you nodded.

“You’re gonna get your ass in gear and you’re gonna keep going. Even if it’s tough.”

“Okay.”

“Louder!”

“Okay!”

“With passion!”

“OKAY!”

He gave you back your shoes. You put them on, fiddling with the laces, when it hit you.

“Wait, I don’t even know your name!”

But he was already gone. Your stranger left - just as unexpectedly as he appeared out of blue, he disappeared into the night.

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8 weeks have passed.

Your little pep talk with that handsome stranger back in March still resonated in every fibre of your body. And you turned your life around. You realized there were a lot of communities for young adults like you. You started studying - not at a college level, but you did classes that would credit you towards a fancy degree.

You moved in with like minded people - people who came from broken families, some of them worse off than you. And they all kept going and kept you going.

“TUDUM Live is on in 5 minutes!” -one of the girls shouted as she turned on the TV in your shared dormitory.

“Can’t wait for T.O.P!” -another one giggled.

You sat on the sofa, popping a handful of popcorn in your mouth. You weren’t into the Netflix series so you were completely oblivious to what you were about to watch. But your first class didn’t start until 10.30am, so you thought you’d watch the first half an hour at least.

You enjoyed the pink overall dancers - or as you learned, The Pink Guards of Squid Game - their performance was absolutely fantastic.

Then two prominent actors came in - you’ve actually remembered seeing them in movies and series before - speaking in English to the crowd. They introduced three more actors from their recent hit, Squid Game; Park Sung-hoon, Kang Ae-Shim, and T.O.P.

“Oh, my God!” -you choked on the popcorn. You immediately recognized him. The guy who saved your life just 8 weeks ago. He was wearing a black suit with sparkles on the jacket - very fancy opposed to his dark hoodie on the night you’ve met - and sunglasses. He was dressed to the 10’s.

“Shhs!” -you were hushed.

You watched eagerly. He looked absolutely stunning. He spoke in English and Korean, his voice deep and booming - if only you could hear more of him; the crowd was so wild and loud it drowned out him almost completely.

After the countdown, the Squid Game Season 3 trailer began, and you left.

You grabbed your phone from your nightstand, typing at the speed of light, hoping you could find him online. You didn’t need to search for long - he was very famous.

You found his Instagram. He recently posted 4 sets of photos. He looked incredible. It was a long shot but you wanted to say thank you to him:

Dear TOP-ssi,

idk if u ever read this, oppa, but u saved my life. literally. maybe u don’t remember, but u pulled me back before i could jump, we had ramyeon and u gave me a pep talk. i turned my life around for the better since. i couldn't have done it without u. thank u, i’m 4ever grateful for u

You didn’t expect him to do anything with your message, but you wanted to let him know what he’s done for you. It was out there for him to know, if he ever wondered.

After that you got ready and went to your class. By the end of it, you had two notifications on your phone:

ttt liked your message

ttt replied to your message

Your heart was throbbing in your throat as you opened the app, your hands shaking so much you thought you'd drop your phone.

I knew you’d make it, kid ;) keep going!

That was all - nothing more, nothing less. No hidden agenda.

But it meant the world to you.

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as you walk into the bathroom of the club, you are greeted by a sight of a young man, a beautiful one at that. the latter turns his head in your direction, quickly sizing you up as he leans against the sink, putting his phone in his pocket. you walk past him, clearly in no rush, though trying to keep focused. “don't you look lonely, hm?” he spoke up, eyes following your each step.

You walked to the urinal, just really wanting to take a piss. it was what you came here for in the first place. 'a potential client,' the younger thought, pushing himself off of the sink. 'i really need that fuckin' money. he looks rich too,' his eyes roamed over your back. “you and I both could use some company.”

“no thank you, I'm too old for you.” you answered nonchalantly, finishing up your business, zipping up your pants as you turned around and walked to the sink. the moment you started washing your hands, the latter broke the silence. “does that really matter?” he took a tentative step closer to you, his hands at his sides.

you spared the guy a glance, giving him a knowing look. “yes, so no.” the guy groaned in response, furrowing his brows. “you straight or somethin'?” he inquired, clearly frustrated. the more he worked, the easier it will be for his mother at home. he needed that stupid, goddamned money. you finished washing your hands, drying them off on your pants. “i do have a thing for men, don't you worry. but, men, not boys.” you said firmly, turning to face your body in his direction. “i ain't no boy. i'm a grown man, ya dickhead.” he argued, placing his hands on his hips. “c'mon, just accept the service, dude. you look hella tense, you could use the release. i promise i'd take good care of you.”

“i could use the release? really? you're saying that like you mean it out of the goodness in your heart. you just tryin' to butter me up for a better pay.” you called him out, tilting your head to the side slightly. “though maybe you're right.” you said simply. maybe you could use the release after all. being a single father was more draining that you'd expect it to be. being a father in general is exhausting. why not treat yourself just this once? even if it is given by a younger guy in a random club. the other slowly got closer to you, placing his hand on your crotch as he started palming you through your pants.

“i am doing this for money. men are nasty, the younger we are, the better they pay, the more they use.” he said, looking down at his hand. “seems like you're no different.” a smirk splayed over his lips. you leaned back, hands placed on the edge of the counter. “i figured i deserved a moment of relief. wouldn't have confided in you for that if i didn't feel bad about your desperation for money.” you retorted, tilting your head back slightly. “mm, 'kay old man, just accept that you're nasty.” he mumbled out lightheartedly, getting on his knees, his hands resting on your thighs. he looked at the bulge in your pants for a moment, debating. did he really need that extra money..

“make me feel good and i'll triple the payment of your charges.”

the moment that sentence left your mouth, all hesitation and second thoughts disappeared from the guy's head. “better keep that promise.” he said as he unzipped your pants, pulling them lower, together with your underwear. “better make it worth agreeing to your services.” you shot back, your body relaxing as your eyes fluttered closed. “aren't you feisty for an old man?” he taunted, taking your half-hard cock out. his eyes flicked from your face to your length. 'jeez.' he thought, eyes a little wide as he took in your size. “feisty? wouldn't say that's what i am, but it keeps you on your toes, doesn't it?” your voice was a lower tone now, smoother and huskier. the other didn't respond, his hand wrapping around your length as he dragged it up and down in a slow motion. “you're allowed to touch me if you want.” he muttered out, his eyes half-lidded as he looked up at you through his eyelashes.

“oh, am i now?” you breathed out, relishing the feeling of the younger's soft hand on your cock, his slender fingers wrapped around it. you were getting progressively harder. then you looked down at the guy, bringing your hand to the back of his head, resting your palm against it. “you wanna get started or are you gonna take your time?” you questioned, fingers lazily playing with his locks. he grumbled out a simple curse, a little unprepared but it didn't matter to him. he circled his tongue around your tip, the action teasing. his hand continued stroking you as he slowly and cautiously took you into his mouth. the feeling of his hot and wet cavern sent a small wave of heat right in your lower stomach. fuck.

he slowly started taking you deeper into his mouth, making sure to not use his teeth. he got hit in the face for that last time. you breathed out a small sigh, leaning against the sink, both of your hands now gently playing with the other's hair. to be honest, he thought you were going to push his head forward, be rough with him, but no, you were patient. you let him do this at his own pace. thinking you weren't pleased, the younger guy took all of you in, letting out quiet gag, his lips pressing to your base. “shit.” you murmured, furrowing your brows a little, the suddenness making you twitch slightly.

'oh, he liked that.' the latter thought, sucking you off now. he continuously gagged as he reached your base, squeezing his eyes shut to prevent tears spilling. you were huge, there was no doubt about that. your fingers tangled in his hair, gripping oh so lightly, it didn't even sting for him. he used his tongue in a different way that you've ever experienced, and god did that feel amazing. “just like that, yeah.. good boy,” you murmured, softly gazing down at the younger kneeling down in front of you. the two of you made eye contact for the first time since he started, and something in you sparked. a pretty boy, taking you fully, sucking you off properly, making you feel good.. you really needed that. perhaps you were going to become a returning client if he kept it up.

the younger guy quickened his pace, his hands back to your clothed thighs, gripping tighter than before, as if to ground himself as he took you in his mouth. you shifted your hips, subconsciously pushing forward a little. as a result, he groaned around you and his teeth graced your cock. the guy cursed himself out mentally at the action, prepared to either be pushed away and left without any payment or get roughed up. instead what he got was a shaky grunt from you and the feeling of you twitching in his mouth more.

it wasn't long before you came, the younger's work was exceptional. you didn't cum down his throat though, as much as you wanted to. you pulled out of course, as he was still a complete stranger to you. “i would've swallowed.” he said, his voice a little hoarse and breath heavy as he looked up at your through his eyelashes, a little frustrated. “let me fuck you and I'll give you a grand, hm?” you suggested simply as the other got to his feet. when he processed the question, he froze, looking at you slightly wide-eyed. “what?”

just a thought, not proof-read at all.

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[vigilante-3073]

Law & Medicine

James Wilson x Female Attorney Reader

Part 2

Summary: House finally meets Wilson's fiancée. He quickly learns that she is not someone to mess around with.

TW: Dating, lying, mentions of money/debts, House being House.

House looked up from his computer screen when he heard a soft knock on the glass door to his office. A young woman stood in the doorway with a briefcase in her hand.

"Hello, you must be Doctor House. It's a pleasure to finally meet you," Y/N greeted politely. She made her way over, holding her hand out for him to shake.

House took her hand, giving it a gentle shake before releasing it, "I'm glad that I could get ahold of you. I'm in a pretty bad spot right now and I've heard that you're the best," House said.

Y/N nodded, sitting down in the chair in front of his desk, "Separations can be difficult and they definitely bring out the worst in people," Y/N replied.

House nodded, "I'm having a pretty difficult separation and my ex-wife wants to take everything I have. She's been a stay at home mom for our six kids and I will do anything to keep those sweet little rugrats," House said with a smile.

Y/N nodded, "A family man will definitely appeal to the court. You also have the advantage of making quite a bit of money because of your position. You're definitely going to have to pay some alimony, but I'll do what I can to keep it reasonable," She said, pulling out a leather portfolio and flipping it open. Y/N pulled a pen from the holder before beginning to jot down notes on her notepad.

"I just- I thought we would be together forever. Our marriage started out all hot and heavy before things fell apart. W-we haven't even made love for almost two years. It's just been so hard," House said shakily, sniffling as he struggled to contain his ficticious emotions.

"To me, you seem like a sweet man who's going through a hard time, Doctor. I will do everything in my power to make sure that you keep your kids. Can you tell me their names and ages?" Y/N asked, preparing her pen.

House hesitated, "Of course. There's Ben, he's ten, James, he's twelve, Barbara, she's three, Louis, he's two and our sweet little Fernando. He's three and it's also up for debate if he's actually mine," House said.

"What about the sixth child?" Y/N asked.

"Oh, that's David, he's nine," House replied easily.

"Ben and Barbara are twins, I assume?" Y/N questioned, looking down at her notepad.

"Yeah, it was a hard pregnancy for the wife," House said.

Y/N set her pen down, "You said Ben was ten and Barbara was three," She said, closing her folder.

"Yes, lots of kids and hard to remember," House said.

"Listen, Doctor House, I am not an idiot like you'd clearly like to think," Y/N stated.

House narrowed his eyes, "Wilson told you, didn't he?" House questioned.

"He did... He loves me and didn't want me walking into something that I was unequipped to handle, but he doesn't know the kind of people that I deal with on a daily basis. I can smell bullshit from a mile away and you absolutely reek of it, honey," Y/N said.

She tucked her portfolio into her bag and zipped it up before sitting back in her seat.

"So, do you have any real questions to ask me or would you like to continue spinning bullshit about your fictional family?" Y/N questioned.

House watched her for a second, "I like you," He said.

Y/N smirked, "Glad to hear it," She replied.

...

Y/N was sitting at the table, typing away on her laptop as she replied to various emails from coworkers and clients. Wilson made his way over to the dinner table, setting two plates of pasta down before taking a seat across from his fiancée.

Y/N closed her laptop and pushed it aside, "Thank you for cooking tonight, honey," She said, picking up her fork.

"Of course, it's the least I could do since you had to deal with House," Wilson said.

Y/N smirked, "He's not as clever as he thinks he is. I let him talk for enough time that I can bill him so I doubt he'll try anything like that with me again," She said.

"You sent him a bill?" Wilson smiled, Y/N nodded.

"You're amazing," He said.

"Hopefully he can afford it. Apparently he has six kids and a crazy ex," Y/N smiled.

Wilson laughed, "House seriously made up a whole story to try and mess with you?" He asked.

"Yeah, he's definitely got a screw loose or something. He folded immediately when I called him out on it though," Y/N said, taking a bite of her food.

Wilson watched her with a soft smile, she looked up at him curiously when she realized that he was watching her.

"What?" She questioned.

"He came to talk to me after you left," Wilson said.

"What did he say?" Y/N asked, taking a sip of her water.

"He likes you... He said that he thinks you're good for me," Wilson said.

"Is that a cause for concern?" Y/N questioned, setting her glass down on the table.

"Well, I don't know because he's never liked any of my significant others before you," Wilson said.

"Seriously?" Y/N asked, her tone suddenly becoming serious.

"Yeah," Wilson said.

She sat back in her seat, "I thought he was just a manipulative ass," Y/N stated.

"Well, most of the time he is. Somewhere in all of his craziness, he cares about me and that was his way of showing it," Wilson said.

"You're kind of a package deal then, huh?" Y/N asked.

"I think so... Does that bother you?" He asked.

Y/N shrugged, "I don't mind. As long as he doesn't think he gets free legal consultations because he seems like a guy who gets into some shady stuff," She said, taking another bite of her pasta.

"How did you know that?" Wilson asked.

"It's my job, honey. He also seems like the type to borrow thousands and never pay his debts," Y/N replied.

Wilson stared at her in shock, "It's like you're a wizard," He mumbled.

Y/N set down her fork, "How much does he owe you?" She asked.

"He bought a motorcycle," Wilson admitted softly.

Y/N grabbed her phone and stood up from the table, "Where are you going?" Wilson questioned.

"I just need to make a quick call. I'll be right back," Y/N said.

She made her way out of the room, Wilson watched the clock closely as he waited for her to return. Y/N came back to the table after less than five minutes and sat back down, she picked up her fork and returned to her meal.

"What did you do?" Wilson questioned.

"You'll find out tomorrow," Y/N replied simply.

...

Wilson read through the morning paper as he sipped on a coffee and ate a bagel. The hospital cafeteria was busy, the quiet chatter of staff and visitors filling the room.

Wilson kept his eyes focused on the story he was reading as someone sat down across from him. Wilson set aside his paper when he finished reading, looking up to find House sitting across from him.

"Is everything okay?" Wilson asked, House looked around before pulling an envelope from his blazer.

House set the envelope down and slid it across the table to his friend. Wilson raised an eyebrow before he picked up the envelope and opened it, eyes widening when he saw the stack of hundred dollar bills inside.

"All the money I owe you and your fiancée," House said.

"What? Are you serious?" Wilson questioned, House nodded.

"What did she say to you?" Wilson asked curiously.

House shifted uncomfortably, "Doesn't matter," He muttered, grabbing the other half of Wilson's bagel.

Wilson watched him as he took a bite, avoiding eye contact with his friend as he chewed.

"I know she called you last night... What did she say?" Wilson pressed.

House shook his head, "Don't mess with that woman," He stated.

House tossed the bagel back onto Wilson's plate before standing up from the table. He left without another word and Wilson wasn't even sure what to make of the interaction.

Wilson couldn't help but wonder what Y/N said to make House fork over almost $10,000 without any argument. He went through his day as usual and stepped out during his lunch break to deposit the funds into his bank account.

Wilson stopped to purchase a bottle of champagne on his way home before he began cooking Y/N's favorite meal. Wilson stepped out of the kitchen when he heard her key slide into the lock on the apartment door.

Y/N stepped into the apartment, setting her briefcase down and taking off her coat. Y/N took off her heels with a relieved sigh before looking up at her fiancé.

"Is everything okay?" Y/N questioned nervously.

"He paid me... House paid me for everything and he even paid you back too," Wilson said.

"Oh, good," Y/N said.

"Very very good. You are amazing and I love you so much," Wilson said, taking her hands in his.

"I love you too, baby," She smiled.

Wilson leaned in and gave her a gentle kiss, "Why don't you get changed into something comfy because I may or may not have some bubbly for us to share," Wilson offered, wiggling his eyebrows.

"I didn't even do that much for you," Y/N laughed softly.

"You did more in one five minute phone call than I have managed in five years," Wilson said.

"You're lucky that I don't mind being spoiled," Y/N teased, pressing another quick kiss to his lips.

Wilson watched her walk into the bedroom with a smile. He had no doubt that she was the one for him and he was excited to make it official.

It was also nice to finally have someone who would stand up for him, even if he would never find out how she managed to get House to cough up $10,000.

Maybe he didn't need to know.

[not-neverland06]

How About A Nuke?

Part I / Part II / Part III / Part IV

The ghoul x fem!reader A/N: I’ve received more love and interaction with this series than I have with any of my other works, so thank you all so much for that ♥️ That being said, I’ve also had a lot of comments talking about how excited readers are for Cooper eventually finding his humanity. This is not going to be that chapter, so strap in and good luck. I’m anticipating there to be about two chapter of this story (most likely.) Summary: The surface sucks. There’s nothing else to it, you’re affronted by violence and brutality every minute you’re up here. The one thing that’s kept you going has been Cooper slowly easing up, you should have known better. Warnings: Themes of SA but none is actually committed.

“Up,” you jumped, jolted harshly out of your restless sleep. You weren’t sure when you’d passed out last night but it was a long while after you’d struck your deal with Cooper. A glance through one of the holes in the wall told you it was still slightly dark outside. 

He strode to the door, throwing it open and not bothering to see if you were following. You scrambled up to your feet, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes while you hurried to catch up with him. You trailed slightly behind him for a while, not willing to risk pissing him off by getting too close. 

He’d always been an even tempered man, at least when you’d known him, this brutality was something completely foreign to you. Left you feeling like you were walking on glass every time you even looked at him. 

After about an hour and a half of walking without speaking, you felt yourself starting to go a little crazy. You rushed up to his side, glaring under the harsh beams of sunlight. “Where are we headed?” He didn’t bother looking at you or even acknowledging that you spoke. 

He simply kept his eyes ahead and kept going. You huffed and let yourself fall back again. He clearly wasn’t in the mood for conversation today. Another hour and you felt yourself starting to slow down. You didn’t have a handy little canteen like Cooper did, you certainly didn’t have any fucking sunscreen. You could already feel yourself starting to pour sweat and your lips were peeling again. 

Any rest you’d gotten from last night was zapped out of you. You’d barely started the day’s journey and already you felt like you were going to keel over. You stopped for a moment, not thinking he’d pay attention, and leaned over to try and catch your breath. 

“Come on!” You glanced up. He’d stopped a few yards up ahead, he was glaring at you, impatiently waiting for you to get a move on. You groaned, taking in a deep breath and forcing your feet to move again. 

“Please, can I just have a sip of water?”

He grinned and pulled out the canteen. You felt the briefest amount of energy shooting back through you at the prospect of water. Your hands reached for it but he snatched it away and took a deep gulp. You licked your lips, mouth feeling even dryer while you watched him guzzle the last of his water down. 

You felt yourself deflate again, too tired to even get properly mad at him. He was just being a dick now. “Fuck you,” you muttered, brushing past him and continuing ahead. 

“Come on, darlin’,” he caught up with you. Not like it was hard, you were going the pace of a turtle right now. 

You felt like a panting dog under the summer sun, practically drooling in an attempt to keep your throat moistened. You pulled the zipper of the vault suit down and tied the sleeves around your waist. 

“I’d keep that zipped if I were you.” You knew he was talking about, the black slip you had on underneath the suit. Probably not smart to go advertising your assets like this, you had no idea had bad the people out here were. But so far you hadn’t seen anyone for miles and you needed a few minutes to try and dry the sweat on your back. 

You didn’t bother responding to him, it was a waste of breath at this point. “You ignoring me now?” You grunted, reaching up to wipe off your forehead and slick the hairs off your skin. “You wouldn’t want the water anyway, unless you got a purifier everything you’ll find out here is radiated to all hell.”

“You were still an asshole,” you muttered. 

He scoffed, glancing over at you before looking back out at the horizon. “We’ll be coming up on an old town, see if you can find yourself some supplies while we’re passing through.” You glanced over at him but he was walking ahead of you again. 

You wondered if this was his attempt at an apology or if he was just heading there because he needed something. Either way, it would provide you a break at least. 

“This is pathetic.”

You glared up at Cooper from where you sit curled up on the floor of an old house. “I’ll remind you that as of yesterday, to me, the most physical labor I had to do was switch out with a stunt double.”

He scoffed and shook his head, not bothering to respond. He walked past you and started rummaging around in drawers. From the abandoned bed rolls on the ground it was clear that somebody used to use this place as their base. You just wondered what sent them running. 

“Hey,” he barked, “we’re not staying here forever. Get a fucking move on.”

You groaned and slowly got to your feet, you stumbled to the other side of the house, rummaging around for anything you could change into or something to eat. You could hear Cooper moving around in the back of the house. He kept slamming drawers and cussing up a storm. 

You’re not sure what crawled up his ass and died but you figure it’s smart to just stay out of the way while he’s like this. 

She made his skin crawl. Being around her was just a constant reminder of what he’d had, who he’d been, and what he was now. Everytime she looked at him with those hurt eyes of hers he just wanted to shoot something. 

He hated feeling like this, almost like he was out of control. He knew what he was, he knew what he had to do to survive in a world like this. But she didn’t. She was naive to the way the Wastelands worked and innocent to the brutality she’d soon find herself in the middle of. 

He should have left her dying in the sand. He should have left her to choke to death in her pod. He was itching to get to Filly, the longer he stayed around her the more on edge he felt. He didn’t need someone slowing him down, she was a weakness and the Ghoul didn’t do weaknesses. 

His hands twitched towards the holster at his side and for a moment he really thought about it. Just sneaking up behind her and burying a bullet in her skull. He’d be getting rid of his problem and saving her from a lot of trouble in the future. She’d never do well in this new world, she was still someone from the old world. 

It would be a mercy to just put her out of her misery now. 

The button of the holster clicked as he popped it open. Slowly, he made his way towards the room she was in, the leather of his gloves creaking as he wrapped his hand around the handle of his gun. Quick, in and out. She wouldn’t even know what was happening before it was too late and the light in her eyes was out. 

Her back was to him, rummaging around in the wreckage of the room. She was completely vulnerable and exposed. Like she didn’t understand how easy it would be for someone to sneak up on her or she stupidly expected him to defend her. 

“Hey! I think I found something!”

His hand jolted away from his gun and he shook his head. What the fuck was he thinking? He still technically needed her for his business in Filly. “What?” He snapped. 

She let out a yelp and jumped. She whirled around on him, hand clutching her chest and stared at him with wide, frightened eyes. It really would be easy to just take her out now. 

“Jesus,” he could tell when she was about to say his name. She’d bite her lip real hard and frown, she was doing it now. For a moment he was thinking about how they used to scare each other. They would make a stupid game of it and she would always hit him and yell, Jesus, Coop! 

He used to think it was hilarious. Now he was just resisting the urge to draw his gun on her. 

“What,” he enunciated each word, speaking to her like she was a child, “did you find?”

She glared at him and moved aside, showing him the stash of shit she’d uncovered. There were a lot of good supplies here, nothing he could use, but enough to stick in a pack for her. Only problem was nobody would leave all this here. Either they were coming back for it or whatever had killed them off was coming for it. 

“Hurry and pack this shit up, we need to get out of here.” When she didn’t move fast enough he snapped, “Now!” She knelt down, hurriedly scooping all the supplies into the ratty old bag on the ground next to them. 

He walked back towards the front of the house, pulling his gun out and surveying the destroyed houses. He didn’t see anybody but that didn’t mean shit anymore. Ever since Muldaver started bringing people into her cult the raiders seemed to have been getting smarter. They needed to get the fuck out and quick. 

“Alright, let's go!” He leaned back in the doorway, peering back into the house and waiting for her to pop out. There was a moment of silence and he frowned, slowly heading back into the house. 

A scream ripped out of the room, echoing into the empty streets of the neighborhood. He rushed back into the house and slowed down once he reached the hall. He could hear her talking to someone, yelling at them more like. He only heard two other voices, wouldn’t be too bad if he didn’t hear more approaching the front of the house. 

“Fuck,” he muttered. He flipped open the chamber of his gun, counting his bullets and trying to decide whether or not she was actually worth helping. 

“Well, ain’t you pretty?”

“Back the fuck off,” you clutched the backpack to your chest, gaze darting between the two men before you. Men was being generous, you’re sure they’d been men once but now they were just twisted freaks capable of nothing but violence. 

The one on the left smiled, blackened teeth making an appearance and the boils around his mouth shifting. You stumbled further back, nearly tripping over a toppled over couch. You only had so much room to move, you were gonna be backed into a corner soon and you didn’t want to think about what they would do to you then. 

The scalpel in your pocket could slit one of their throats but the other one would be on you before you could blink. Still, you kept your hand firmly wrapped around it while you glared at them. 

“You know,” the one on the right started. You could practically smell him from here, his hair so greasy it looked soaking wet. “You’re being awfully rude for someone who just helped herself to our supplies.”

“Pay the price pretty lady and we’ll let you go,” he leered and it didn’t take a genius to figure out what the “price” was. You’d sooner slit your own throat then spread your legs for them. But you also weren’t about to give up the supplies in the bag you were holding. You may be new to this whole Wastelands thing, but you figured Cooper wasn’t going to share. If you didn’t get this bag out of here, you weren’t going to make it another day. 

“You got a working right hand, go fuck yourself.”

They laughed and moved in closer. “We got a fighter, Bart!”

“Sure do, Jed.”

You yelped, tripping over a loose plank of wood and falling on your ass, the scalpel flew out of your hand and skittered across the floor. You barely even breathed before they were pouncing on you. Rough hands gripped your ankles and dragged you across the splintered floor. They were more wild animals than men. 

You tried to kick out, screaming for help and flailing your fists wildly. You felt your hand connect with something hard and then there was a low groan of pain before your arms were being pinned. “No! Let me go!”

They started laughing, one of them tugging the sleeves of your suit off your waist and whistling at the slip underneath. You brought your knee up into his gut but it barely phased him. He just swatted your leg to the side like you were nothing to him. 

You could feel a visceral type of panic brewing in you. There were a lot of things worse than death. The prospect of these men actually getting their hands on you had you kicking out again. You tugged on your arms until you were sure you were doing more damage to yourself than to them. But you didn’t care, you couldn’t think, you were working on the base instinct to protect yourself. 

The sound of spurs echoed down the hallway before Cooper was turning the corner. He had his gun raised and was pointing it right at them. “I do believe the lady said no.”

“We found her first,” one of them let go of your suit to crouch in front of you. He looked like an animal guarding his territory. The other chuckled, barely sparing Cooper a glance. 

“Actually,” he cocked the hammer of his gun back, “you didn’t.”

You processed your ears ringing before you got to the gunshot. You couldn’t hear anything, a high pitched whining making your jaw clench in pain. Your arms went slack and you quickly pulled your pants back up, zipping the suit all the way to your throat. You rolled onto your hands and knees, barely cognizant of the puddle of blood you were dragging yourself through. 

Two arms wrapped around your waist and you acted without thought. You swung out blindly, yelling and clawing like a wild cat. “-nough! That’s enough, come on!” Cooper’s voice broke through the haze and you went limp with relief. 

He tightened his arms around you and dragged you to your feet. You glanced down at yourself, finally feeling the warmth seeping through your clothes. You were doused head-to-toe in those men’s blood. Your face was completely covered. 

You glanced to the right and had to suppress a gag. Brains and skull were mashed together in a disgusting puddle of gore, nothing left of the men who’d grabbed you. “Hey,” Cooper shook you slightly and your eyes shot back to his. “We need to leave now, they’ll be more coming.”

You nodded dumbly, not really sure you were processing what was actually going on. Half of you was still stuck thinking you had to keep fighting, the other half wanted to be back in the cryogenic pod. He wrapped a hand around your arm and shoved the bag into your arms. 

Then you felt something heavy being pressed into the palm of your hand. You glanced down, surprised to find one of his guns in your hand. “What’re-”

“Clearly, you need something to defend yourself. You still remember how to shoot, don't you?” You nodded, of course you did, he’s the one that taught you. “Good, now move your ass.” He gave you a rough shove and you stumbled over the bodies. 

One thing you were learning was that you didn’t get a whole lot of time to process things in the Wastelands. One minute you were on the floor being stripped and the next you were ducking behind an old house to avoid raiders. You didn’t linger on what happened, you tried to keep your mind firmly gripped in the present. You couldn’t give it too much thought or you’d shut down. 

Cooper moved ahead of you, slinking around the back of the neighborhood to make sure the coast was clear. You slid the straps of the bag over your shoulders and followed quietly after him. You made it to the border of the houses and figured you could relax a bit now. 

Clearly, they weren’t coming after you. They might have heard the gunshots but they had no clue where you were. Cooper wasn’t going to risk it though, he wrapped his hand around your arm again and roughly dragged you behind him. 

“Keep up, I’m not gonna come back for you if you fall behind.”

But he already had. He could have left you to those raiders. He came back for you, even he couldn’t deny that. 

“Do you think we’ll be safe here?” He glanced up at you and nodded wordlessly. You stacked the last piece of wood for the fire and sat back. He leaned forward, striking his knife against a rock and waiting for the sparks to catch. 

You watched without thought, mind lingering on the feeling of blood sticking to your skin and clothes. Everytime you moved bits of it flaked off or crusted further onto your skin. You were nearly ready to just claw your skin off to get rid of the feeling. 

“Here,” you glanced up, surprised to find him holding up a wet cloth. “Wipe your face off, you look fucking insane.”

You grabbed it, scrubbing at your face and hands until your skin was raw. “Thanks,” you muttered, tossing the cloth back to him. He caught it and tucked it in his pocket. It felt strange between you. You’re not sure what it was exactly. Maybe you were just projecting, still worked up from what happened earlier. 

It wasn’t a bad strange, per say, just odd. “Take first watch,” he ordered. You just nodded, watching as he leaned against the wall of the old house you were camped in. He pulled his hat over his eyes and stilled. You weren’t sure he was asleep until you heard a few light snores coming from him. 

You glanced down at the gun in your hands. You opened the chamber and counted the bullets before closing it again. It wasn’t like the guns he used to teach you with, that’s for sure. It was bigger, bulkier, probably had a bitch of a recoil too. But you could point and aim well enough, hopefully you wouldn’t need to fire off more than one shot if someone did bother you tonight. 

You’re not sure when you fell asleep, you know you shouldn’t. It’s up to you to make sure no one tries to slit your throat in your sleep. But the events of the day caught up to you faster than you thought they would and before you knew it you were slumping back against the wall and dead to the world. 

Your eyes snap open at the sound of wood creaking. There’s a man, he looks like the ones from today, standing over Cooper. He’s got his knife hovering above his throat. You’re pulling the trigger before you can even think about what you’re doing. 

He lets out a howl of pain and slumps onto the floor. Cooper’s eyes shoot open and he jumps up, he pulls out his own gun but the man is already dead before he can pull the trigger. You stare at the body in shock, mind running so fast you can’t even process what you’re thinking. 

“I killed him,” you muttered. You can feel the gun slipping out of your grasp, hands shaking too badly to keep a good grip on it. “I killed him.”

Cooper walks over and picks the gun back up. He sticks it into the pocket of your backpack and grabs your face. You wince slightly as his fingers push against the bruises on your cheeks but don’t complain. He’s not being rough like you’ve come to expect. 

He stares at you for a long moment, eyes boring into yours with an unreadable expression. “I just killed him,” you whisper again. You’re still trying to reconcile with that fact. You knew it would happen eventually, today had taught you that much. But you hadn’t expected it to shock you as much as it had. 

Maybe it’s because you didn’t manage to blow his head off with one shot. You watched as the light left his eyes. 

“You did a good job, we need to move now, sweetheart. Let’s go.”

And despite what you’d just done, you could really only focus on the fact that was the first time he’d called you that without sounding cruel. 

You were getting closer to Filly, you could see a large forest a couple miles ahead of you. Being closer to the trees, even by such a little amount, was doing wonders in improving your mood. You found you didn’t mind the sun and heat as much when you just kept reminding yourself that soon you could find some shade. 

You passed by an old sunken billboard, Filly spray painted across it with an arrow pointing the way. You found yourself pushing Cooper further ahead today, more and more excited to find somewhere with halfway civilized people. 

You made it to the edge of the forest before Cooper stopped you. He threw his bag down next to a fallen log and pointed up towards the sky. “Sun’s setting, trust me, you don’t want to be exploring these woods after dark.”

The ominous tone had chills raising along your arms, you frowned and glanced towards the dense grove of trees. Something within them trilled out towards the night sky. You found yourself scooting a little closer to him, wary of what was waiting in there for you. 

He huffed out a laugh and started building a fire. You dug through your bag, pulling out the few rations you’d gleaned from the raiders. You held one out to him but he shook his head and pulled out his odd looking jerky instead. 

You’re not really sure what that shit is made of, but you know you don’t want to know. You were too afraid to ask him. Especially after you tried a bite the other day, it didn’t taste like any meat you recognized. 

You ate in a comfortable silence, the sound of your chewing drowned out by the insects flitting around in the trees above you. But he kept glancing at you, giving you odd looks that had you on edge. “What?” You finally snapped, sick of him looking at you weird. 

You hadn’t felt clean since you’d crossed the desert, but after what happened yesterday your skin was crawling with shame and disgust. You felt like you needed to scrape the skin off until you felt clean. He was making you feel even worse. 

“So,” he leaned back against the log. He took his time getting comfortable, letting you squirm before he deigned to finish his sentence. “You really didn’t leave for Vault-Tec?”

You glared at him and shook your head. Why did he still think that? How could he think that? It pissed you off to no end. “Why in God’s name would I do that?” Your tone was indignant. But there was a slightly desperate undertone to it as well. You hated the thought of Cooper genuinely thinking that you had just up and left him one day without a word. 

“Well, I don’t know. I looked for you for a while. Eventually I gave up, figured you’d just found someone else to shack up with.”

You were pained that he would think that of you. “How could you say that?”

He chuckled but it wasn’t kind, it was that cruel laugh that made you feel small, like something to be squashed under his boot. “Well, not like we meant a whole lot to each other.”

Your voice was barely above a whisper. Not fully processing what he was trying to say to you. “What?”

It took you by surprise, the hatred in his eyes when he glared at you. “What do you think happened, sweetheart?” You hated the way your old nickname rolled off his tongue. It sounded tainted now, twisted by his cruelty. 

“You were at the peak of your career, the sexiest actress of your generation,” he sneered at you, yellowed teeth flashing in the firelight. Your fingers curled into your palms, broken nails digging dully into your cracked skin. His eyes ticked up in interest at your minute shift in behavior. He had always been good at reading people. Except he didn’t used to use that skill so horribly. 

He didn’t let up, digging further into you when he noticed your discomfort. “You were a sex symbol, darlin’ and I was freshly divorced. Did you really think any of that was love?” He scoffed and you felt tears pricking at your eyes. “No,” he shook his head and ripped off another piece of jerky, scoffing at you. “You really think I was gonna say no to a pretty young thing like you? You were just a hole to fill, honey. That’s all.”

You felt like you’d been punched in the gut, actually, you’d think you’d prefer that to how you feel right now. It was getting hard to get the air down your throat, you felt like you were suffocating on the smoke from the fire. Winded and you hadn’t even done anything. 

Everything, everything, he was saying was perfectly concocted to hurt you as much as fucking possible. He knew how you felt about your place in the world, how desperately you had crawled your way into being seen as something human. You’re sure he’s just saying this to hurt you, to keep you away. 

If you were more mature you might even just let it go, realize it was a childish attempt at hurting you and keep going. But this was a man you’d opened up to completely. To take those parts of yourself that he knew were vulnerable and wield them like a weapon against you was something you just couldn’t look past. Especially not after what happened yesterday. 

You clenched your eyes shut, trying to keep the tears at bay and weakly nodded your head. “Alright. You’ve said your piece. You done?”

He nearly frowned, eyes lowering as he gave you an odd look over the fire. He seemed to be expecting something else. Maybe for you to fight back. Well, if that’s what he wanted he was going to be sorely disappointed. He’d just drained the fight out of you with a few measly insults. 

After a tense moment of silence he nodded. “Great,” you refused to look at him as you got up and grabbed your pack. 

“Where are you going?” he questioned, tone souring as you continued to avoid looking at him. 

“Far away from you as I can get,” you muttered, stalking off into the dead trees. You weren’t a complete idiot, you stayed in sight of the fire, but you couldn’t bear to lay so close to him tonight. Not after what he just said to you. Not after you thought you had finally been making progress and he threw that in your face. 

“Fine, pout all you want sweetheart, give the radroaches a nice meal!” He shouted at your retreating back. You still kept your head down, hand clutched over your stomach while you tried not to cry. You threw your bag down on the ground, a choked sob slipping through your lips while you sank against a tree. 

You felt so stupid! To actually believe that any of the man you loved was left in him had been a fool’s hope. You wiped your eyes harshly, pissed at yourself for crying again. This was the apocalypse, there wasn’t time to cry and moan because the man you loved didn’t love you back. 

You’d dealt with that feeling for years when you pined after Cooper. You could deal with it again. 

Only, the last time you’d pined like this, you hadn’t actually had a taste of what being with him was really like. Knowing that the whole time you were with him he just saw you as something to pass the time hurt you more than you wanted to admit. 

You glanced over your shoulder, watching as he packed away the rest of his food and sank back against the log. He tilted his hat over his eyes and settled in for the night. You turned back around, using the dwindling light of the fire to scope out the forest before you. 

Cooper had said it was only a day’s walk to Filly. Go a mile north into the trees and you’d find the signs pointing the way. His cruel words festered bitterly in your stomach and you found yourself on your feet before you could really think about what you were doing. 

You crept your way towards the campfire and grabbed one of the burning sticks. Cooper shifted and you stilled, wincing as you waited for him to wake up and question what you were doing. But he just shifted onto his side. You ran back towards your bag and threw it over your shoulder. 

You only spared Cooper one last look before you made your way further into the woods. He’d made it clear enough that he wasn’t looking for companionship or friendship. You could respect that, but you weren’t going to tolerate him being a fucking dick to you at every opportunity he got. 

If he wanted to see how far he could push you until you reached the edge, he’d done it. You were done trying to cater to his temper. You could make it a day on your own. After that, you’d find something for yourself in Filly, but you were sure as hell done with Cooper Howard. 

He was a ghost that should have stayed fucking dead. 

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‪‪❤︎‬ Eating out ?! ‪‪❤︎‬ pt 1. | Aizawa shouta x fem!reader

word count: 1.6k

Tags/warnings: Aizawa x fem!reader (she/her pronouns used), SLIGHT nsfw in this part (it’s not too much but there’s going to be a lot more in the next part 😉), use of pet names (I.e. sweetheart, princess, darling etc.), pre established relationship, Aizawa is kinda a simp (love that)

This my first time writing a fic so I apologise if it’s kinda bad 😭😭 Also I didn’t proofread this as I’m going to bed now and I’m simply too tired.

pt 1:

You hummed joyfully to yourself as you got ready in the mirror, meticulously curling your hair, paying extra attention to your makeup and dousing yourself in coconut scented body oil until you were almost as reflective as the mirror you stood in front of.

Earlier today, Aizawa had texted you ‘Be ready by 6 PM’, followed by a link to a lavish restaurant that made your jaw drop just from the images available on google maps. It was unusual for Aizawa to select such a place, but ever since you mentioned it in passing (and how notoriously overbooked it is), he didn’t waste time trying for weeks on end to secure a reservation. If you wanted it, he made sure you were going to get. A small smile creeps up on your face at the thought of your boyfriend going to such lengths to make you happy. So much so you couldn’t help but squeal to yourself.

‘I take it you’re excited,’ He had a soft smile on his face as he leaned against the doorway. Aizawa’s gravel voice sent a slight shiver down your spine, making you jump slightly.

‘Shouta! I didn’t even know you there,’ You yelped, your face becoming slightly hot. Your eyes sheepishly scan your partner, who had nothing on but a towel that loosely hung to his hips. You eyes gazed over the soft look in his eyes that he only had with you to the stubble that adorned his face (that you found so so hot) to his broad, muscular shoulders often obscured by his hero costume. Strong, solid abs that led to happy trail that enveloped his lower stomach. Your sight show was cut short by the towel that obscured the grand finale. Although, a rough print was visible against the white towel which made your core throb.

‘What’s the matter, sweetheart?’ He slyly smirked, catching onto your staring long before even you realised you were staring.

‘Nothing!’ You chirped, your face slightly flushed and head guilty written all over it. Shouta came closer, the scent from the bath soap flooding your senses as placed his arm on your shoulder and leaned to kiss you softly on the cheek.

‘You look gorgeous,’ He spoke softly, admiring you in the mirror ‘Always so so beautiful, my pretty girl.’ He pecked your cheek once more, his stubble grazing your face. You lifted your hand to caress his face, pulling him closer. ‘Fuck, you smell incredible too.’ He buried his nose in neck as he took all of you in. God knows if you too are going to be able to make it to the restaurant! You giggle at your man, running your hands through his dark hair.

‘Thank you, hun,’ you glance at the clock: 5:42 PM ,’But we’re going to be late if we keep this up.’ His gaze meets yours, despite his eyes needy and indicating that he just might loose all self control, he gets up and heads to go get changed.

‘Yeah, I’ll be ready soon.’

He would be lying if Aizawa said that he wasn’t shocked that he had enough self restraint to make it to the restaurant without having his way with you. Alas, the two of you sat opposite each other under the warm lights and luxurious interior of the restaurant. The marble floors glissened beneath your gold heels and perpetuated a ‘clack’ ‘clack’ from the bustling waiters, zipping between tables holding various mouth watering dishes and beverages. The two of you were sat right next to the window which boasted a view of the busy street below and the summer night sky if you looked up.

The golden light kissed your features, your skin more glowy than ever, your eyes sparkled more than ever and your lips, god your lips, more kissable than ever. This didn’t go unnoticed by Aizawa, no far from that. Much like you were doing to him earlier, he was taking in every feature of you, basking in not only the light you radiated now but the light you had brought into his life. Ever since becoming close with you, he had thought countless times where has she been all my life?

‘Shouta,’ you signalled to the waiter that stood by your table. He was so lost in the sauce that he didn’t realise that he forgot he needed to order.

Fried shrimp, chicken katsu, dumplings and a plethora of other dishes had you leaning back against your chair and letting out a satisfying sigh.

‘You really outdid yourself, babe,’ you praise your boyfriend, he hums in response ‘It was so good, really lives up to the hype,’. At this point, any dishes had been swiftly sweeper up by the waiters and since you two entered, the place had died down a bit, the boisterous laughter and choir of conversations now melted into quiet murmurs of late night conversations.

‘It was really good, you made a good suggestion,’ Aizawa admitted, his eyes meeting yours once again, face flushed from the whine you two had and , well, your face (aw!). He cleared his throat looking outside. The sun had set quite a while ago, the early night blanketing the city.

‘It’s getting late,’ You say, stretching your arms out and yawning. The food you ate began to lull you to sleep and your half lidded eyelids dared to shut. The only thing keeping you awake was the alcohol that flowed through your system, making you feel warm all over. Your eyes languidly gazed at Aizawa, who was now also looking at you.

‘What?’ You giggle when you see your boyfriend so utterly focused on you.

‘Nothing,’ he hummed, eyes still scanning you. In reality, he was not fine at all. Not with you sat in front of him looking so perfect and pretty. Your body glistening and having him think about how glowy you look under your burgundy dress that he so desperately wanted to rip off of you. But he remained composed (for now). He readjusted his pants, he already had a semi just from looking at you. ‘Let’s at least get back home first’ he thought to himself, avoiding eye contact with you to avoid the situation in his pants getting worst, ‘We should get going now, dear.’ He said, trying desperately not to look you in the eye. Just on cue, a waiter came over to give you the bill and Aizawa swiftly paid, not wanting to waste any more time having to wait to be deep inside of you.

The elevator stops at the underground car park. The echoing from your heels is loud, but it’s as if you and Aizawa can hear the heels of your foot wailing in pain.

‘Babe,’ you look up at him with big doe eyes. Oh, you were going to kill him with that look.

‘What’s wrong princess?’ His hand coming to rest on your waist, ‘want me to carry you to the car?’ You eargely nodded and before you knew it, his strong arms scooped you up princess style. He didn’t even struggle carrying you to the car, which was quite the distance away. He kissed you forhead before placing you down, and opening the passenger door. You got in, followed by your boyfriend that placed his hand on your thigh almost immediately, as if there was a magnetic force.

‘I enjoyed today,’ Aizawa said before starting the car. Aizawa was not a man of many words, slightly more when he was with you but still far from the type to regularly talk your ear off (unless he was a scolding you). This statement made your heart flutter and you leaned in to kiss his cheek, painting a pink hue over them.

‘I love you, [name],’ there was a slight shake in his voice and a sharp breath, ‘And I’m sure now, I want to spend the rest of my days like this, with you.’ He turned to look you in the eyes. He was shaking slightly and his mouth began to dry up. Thoughts began to flood his mind, ‘why would I say that now? In the car?’. He was ready for the rejection that would follow suit. That you didn’t like him in that way and you weren’t looking for anything serious. The same liquor that had given him the slight confidence boost to say something like that you was now drowning his mind in negative thoughts.

There was silence for a while. It felt like a million years to Aizawa, who was going through 100 million ways this could go south. Time for damage control. ‘Forget that I even said anything, I know you don’t-‘

‘I love you too, Shouta,’ smiled softly, your heart beat quickened and cheeks flustered, ‘And I feel the same way, I want to be with you.’ Shouta’s eyes widened at the statement. No rejection? You feel the same way? Does this means you want to marry him too? He breathed a sigh of relief and pulled you in for a deep kiss, rough hands from hero work caressing your soft face.

‘I’m so glad you’re in my life.’ He sighed as he held you. Your coconut scent filling his nose again, making his cock twitch. He quietly groaned and let go of you, but not before you noticed the problem that was rising in his pants. You sit back in the car seat, smile still lingering on your face. ‘Ready you go now?’ He asked, shifting in his seat trying to make his erection not so prominent.

‘Mhm,’ you hum, excited for allll the positions Aizawa’s going to have you in tonight.

end

[lost-in-thoughts03]

ONE MORE NIGHT || Hwang In-ho

Part ll

" I'm feeling stupid, feeling stupid crawling back to you."

Summary: You've been abducted by your father's mafia enemy. Your father owes him big-time. That's why he needs to teach him a lesson so that next time, if he's going to borrow some cash, he should pay on-time so no one in your family is going to be in harm.

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, DARK, au, explicit content, violence, threats, coercion, kidnapping, obsession, possessive, matured language, manipulation, stockholm syndrome, mafia! In-ho, age-gap (40s x 28), forbidden, using of drugs, cheating, identity crisis, toxic relationship

The bass thumped from the club speakers as laughter spilled from your lips, your voice mingling with those of your friends under the kaleidoscope of flashing lights.

The scent of perfume, spilled alcohol, and faint smoke swirled around you. You lifted your drink—a crisp gin and tonic—to your lips, eyes darting toward the bar where a man with a disarmingly kind smile had just returned from ordering his own.

Hwang In-ho.

He had been nothing more than a charming stranger earlier—or so you thought. His presence wasn’t overpowering; it was deliberate. Calm. Calculated.

Now that you think back, even his slight, harmless stutter seemed like a perfectly practiced detail in his performance.

“ Be right back.” You had told your friends, excusing yourself to check your phone where your father had texted—a string of warnings and missed calls you had ignored.

Mistake number one.

When you returned, your drink was waiting. Ice hadn’t even melted yet. You laughed at a joke, raise your glass, and took a sip.

Mistake number two.

The chemical was subtle.

Tasteless.

Fast-acting.

It clawed its way through your bloodstream, tightening around your limbs like invisible rope. Your vision blurred, your words slurred, and your knees buckled just as In-ho caught you, feigning concern.

“ She’s had too much!” He shouted to your friends, who barely noticed the shadow that passed behind his grin.

“ I’ll take her home.”

Mistake number three: no one questioned him.

…

You woke up groggy, restrained, the scent of old wood and gasoline filling your nose. Dim lighting flickered overhead—a swinging bulb, casting long shadows across the floor of what looked like an abandoned shipping container.

Your wrists were bound with zip ties.

There was duct tape on your ankle.

Your mouth tasted like copper and guilt.

Footsteps approached.

“ Rise and shine, princess.” In-ho’s voice slithered through the air.

He crouched in front of you, that same warm smile still stitched across his face—only now, it was venomous.

“ You—” Your voice cracked. “ Why…?”

“ Oh, sweetheart.” He cooed, mockingly brushing a strand of hair from your face.

“ This isn’t about you. This is about your father. The great, untouchable man who thought he could borrow from me and vanish into his golden palace.” He chuckled.

“ Turns out his weakness was out partying with friends...drinking unguarded cocktails.”

Tears welled in your eyes, but you refused to let them fall.

“ You don’t know him.” You spat.

“ I know him better than you do.” He hissed, eyes narrowing.

“ He’s a coward. And now? He’s going to learn what it feels like to lose everything.”

He stood, walking to a workbench lined with small bottles and tools. His fingers traced over them like an artist admiring brushes.

“ You really think you’re innocent in all this?” He said, back turned.

“ Do you know how many lives he ruined? He’s just never told you. But I’ll tell you. Every. Single. One.”

The suspense was broken momentarily by the low hum of music—he’d put on a radio. A dark, jazzy tune filled the silence like a sick lullaby.

You searched the room for an escape.

Anything sharp.

A nail.

A shard of glass.

Nothing.

“ I like you.” He said suddenly.

“ You’ve got to fight. Spirit. I can see why he loves you.”

You turned away in disgust.

“ Don’t worry.” He added, voice suddenly dropping to a low whisper.

“ I won’t hurt you…yet. But your father? Oh, he’s going to think you’re already dead. And that’s the kind of pain he’ll never recover from.”

He laughed again. “ Tragic. Poetic. Almost Shakespearean.”

And then he leaned in close, his breath warm against your ear.

“ But if you play your cards right…who knows? Maybe you’ll learn to like it here.”

Your throat ached as the words scraped past it. “ Why…? Why me?” You whispered, your voice trembling as you struggled to sit upright on the cold metal floor.

Your wrists burned beneath the zip ties, the sharp plastic cutting deeper with every twitch.

“ I have nothing to do with this. Your problem is with my father—not me. Please…just let me go. I swear I won’t say anything. I’ll disappear. You’ll never hear from me again.”

Your voice cracked, but your eyes didn’t waver.

You wanted him to see the fire still in them.

In-ho paused.

He turned slowly from the workbench, the soft clink of metal tools stopping as silence filled the space. The flickering bulb above made his shadow stretch across the floor like a predator.

Then he walked.

Measured.

Calm.

A panther in human form.

You watched every step, breath caught in your throat, heart pounding so loud it echoed in your ears. You expected him to laugh—or yell. But he didn’t.

Instead, he knelt beside you.

Then, without a word, his hand rose and caught your chin between his fingers—not harsh, but with a grip that brooked no argument. His touch was cold. His eyes were colder. He tilted your face up, studying it.

“ No.” He said finally, voice barely above a whisper.

“ You’re exactly the one who needed to be here.”

Your pulse stopped. “ What do you mean…?”

He leaned closer, his breath brushing your skin, scented with danger and the faintest note of mint. His other hand braced on the bed above you, boxing you in.

The room shrank.

The air thickened.

“ Because now…” He growled, jaw clenching.

“ Your father knows what it feels like to be helpless. To watch someone he loves vanish—just like I had to.”

You flinched.

He saw it.

Good.

That was what he wanted.

“ But here’s the thing…” He continued, eyes dark as obsidian, flicking from your eyes to your lips.

“ He has two choices now. Pay the money…or watch as I make you mine.”

Your breath hitched. “ You wouldn’t—”

“ Oh, I would.” He snapped, cutting you off with a heat in his eyes that chilled your spine.

“ Because if he doesn't cough up the debt—all of it— by the deadline…you stop being his daughter. And start being my property.”

He leaned in so close your lips nearly brushed, the heat of his breath sending a shiver down your spine.

“ But you’re smart, aren’t you?” He purred, voice dipped in false sweetness.

“ Maybe you’ll learn to like it here. Maybe you’ll even beg to stay.”

He lingered there, breath and tension both heavy between you—before finally pulling back with a bitter smirk. He stood up, pacing, running a hand through his dark hair.

“ You’re scared. Good. Fear makes people obedient.”

You stared at him, your body tense, mind racing —calculating—looking for the opening that would come.

Because one thing was clear: He underestimated you.

Your voice cracked through the silence, sharp and furious.

“ I have a boyfriend!”

The words slapped the air between you like a gunshot.

You glared at In-ho, your chest rising with each breath of disbelief and rage. “ I love him. He’s everything you’re not. I would never betray him with someone like you—some psychotic, twisted, power-hungry freak playing God in a cage.”

For a split second, his eyes flickered.

Not with anger.

With delight.

He chuckled.

Low and slow.

The sound crawling under your skin like ice.

“ Ohhh…” He drawled, stepping back, just enough to tilt his head in amusement.

“ So the little kitten has claws.”

Then, without warning, he was close again—too close. His nose brushed against the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply like a wolf savoring its kill.

You jerked violently, panic clawing up your spine. “ Get off—!”

But he didn’t move.

Instead, he murmured against your skin, lips barely hovering, “ I don’t give a damn if you’ve got a boy toy waiting at home. What makes you think that matters in my world?”

He pulled back slightly, just enough so his eyes could lock onto yours. “ Because soon…he won’t matter to you anymore.”

The words struck like venom.

He stood tall again, looming, dominant, his smirk darkening. “ Your boyfriend? What’s he going to do? Call the cops? Cry in bed because his pretty little princess got taken away by the big bad wolf?”

He scoffed. “ He’s nothing. And I—”

He leaned in again, this time his breath hot against your lips, voice dropping to a low, dark whisper.

“ I always get what I want.”

You twisted your face away just as he brushed his fingers along your cheek. His touch burned, not from heat but from the weight of control—the way he moved like he already owned you.

You hissed through your teeth and jerked away, glaring daggers at him.

That made him laugh.

Not a light laugh.

A dangerous one.

“ I like the fire.” He said, as if he was complimenting you on a dress.

“ But don’t mistake my restraint for mercy.”

His gaze darkened, dropping the charming façade for something real—something feral.

“ This is the world your father made deals in. The world of blood…for blood. Money for pain. Debt for suffering.” His tone turned sharp, cold, like a blade pressed to skin.

“ But me? I’m not like the others. I don’t beat women. I don’t kill for sports. I don’t get off on fear.”

Then his voice dropped an octave, slow and deliberate. “ I claim. I own it. I take what is owed. And your father owes me more than money.”

He lifted a strand of your hair and let it run through his fingers, slow and possessive, like silk over bone.

“ So consider this your warning, sweetheart. You keep testing me…and I’ll stop playing nice. But if you behave…”

His grin widened, chilling. “ You might just find out that being mine isn’t the worst fate in the world.”

He stood then, pacing away with a swagger that made your blood boil. But just before he reached the door, he turned back, finger pointed toward you like a promise.

“ Sleep tight. Tomorrow, we will play a new game.”

The door slammed shut behind him.

You're alone again.

Breathing hard.

Your heart is screaming for escape. And yet...somewhere beneath the terror, another emotion simmered.

Rage.

Desperation.

And a spark of defiance that he hadn’t crushed.

Not yet.

...

The sharp buzz of In-ho’s phone cut through the tension like a razor. His jaw loosened, his eyes flicked toward the device, and a wicked grin began to spread across his face. It was almost unnatural—the way he shifted from furious to gleeful in a heartbeat.

He answered with a casual, “ Yeoboseyo?”

From across the room, you could hear the voice on the other end—screaming.

A man’s voice.

Broken.

Desperate.

Your heart stopped.

In-ho’s gaze found yours, and he smiled wide, like a boy showing off a new toy. “ Someone wants to say 'annyeong'.” He said, tapping the screen and flipping the phone to face you.

And then—you saw him.

Your father.

Disheveled. Wild-eyed. His face flushed with panic, voice raw with rage and fear.

“ Where is she? You piece of shibal shit!” Your father shouted.

“ Let her go! I swear, I’ll give you what you want! Just don’t touch her!”

Your mouth opened, but no words came. You froze. Your mind blanked under the flood of emotion—shock, disbelief, anger, sorrow.

In-ho laughed.

Actually laughed.

Mocking. Deep. Cruel.

“ I told you…” He said to the phone.

“ She’s fine. I feed her. I keep her warm. I even made breakfast this morning with my own hands.” He paused, licking his lips.

“ She’s under excellent care.”

Your father’s face contorted with rage. “ If you lay a single hand on her—”

“ Oh, I’ve laid plenty.” In-ho said smoothly.

“ But not the way you’re imagining…yet.”

Your father exploded. “ I’ll hunt you down, In-ho. You hear me? I’ll tear apart the world if I have to. I’ll bury you alive.”

In-ho’s smirk widened. “ Now we’re talking. I accept that challenge.”

He tilted the camera again, showing a slow pan across your terrified, tear-streaked face.

“ Say hi to Daddy.” He cooed.

You stared into the camera, chest heaving.

A thousand words caught in your throat.

“ Dad...” You choked out, voice trembling. “ Don’t…don’t give him what he wants. I’m okay. Just don’t—”

The screen went black.

In-ho had ended the call.

The silence afterward was deafening.

Then he turned to you, rolling his shoulders like a man who had just finished a particularly satisfying workout.

“ Whew…” He exhaled. “ That was…invigorating.”

He bent down and retrieved the spoon from the floor, twirling it lazily in his fingers as he walked back toward you. His eyes never left your face.

Your hands gripped the edge of the mattress as he approached, your pulse pounding in your ears.

“ You’re worth more than I thought.” He said.

“ He’s already begging. Desperate men are so easy to manipulate.” His voice dropped.

“ But let’s spice it up a little.”

He grabbed his phone again, tapping on the screen. “ New deal.” He said aloud, mostly for your benefit—but loud enough for your father to hear on the other end of the line.

“ If you want your precious daughter back, you’ll pay double. Every cent. No delays. Or…” In-ho let the word linger like a hook in flesh.

“ She stays.”

You couldn’t help it—your rage boiled over.

“ You psychopath!” You screamed. “ You’re using me like I’m some pawn in your sick game!”

In-ho only grinned. “ Not a pawn.” He whispered, leaning close.

“ You’re the queen.”

You jerked away.

“ You don’t get to decide how long this goes.” You snapped. “ And you definitely don’t get to win.”

He laughed, dark and low. “ I already have.”

Then—his smile faded.

Just for a second.

A crack in the armor.

“ Unless…you really believe he’ll pay.”

You looked away.

Because deep down…you weren’t sure.

Your father was many things. A criminal. A survivor. But when it came to loyalty—to family—you’d always been uncertain where his limits truly lay.

In-ho studied your face. “ Ah…” He said quietly. “ There it is.”

He stood up, victorious, and walked back toward the window.

“ Let him stew.” He said. “ Let him panic. The longer he waits, the more desperate he becomes. And the more desperate he is…”

He turned slowly to face you again, his voice a whisper—“ The longer you stay mine.”

“ Fuck you! I wish that you could die right now and let your damn spirit rotten in fucking hell!” You curse at In-ho, hurling venom at him with every breath you can muster.

But instead of flinching, he laughs—a deep, indulgent sound, as if your fury is a melody he enjoys too much.

“ God…” He says with a smirk.

“ I like this version of you. The fire, the rage—it could burn through steel. But I’d let it scorch me if it meant I gotta stay close enough to feel it.”

His phone buzzes again.

You flinch—heart racing.

With a casual flick of his thumb, he taps the screen.

Your father’s voice roars through the speaker—frantic, louder this time. But In-ho barely listens. He’s already smug, already coiled like a predator.

“ Save it, old man.” He says.

“ I’m done with your whining. You know the price. Double it. Or she stays.”

Another voice cuts in suddenly—clear, firm, furious.

Your eyes widen.

“ Put her on the phone.” Says the voice.

Jung Woo-sik.

Your boyfriend.

Alive. Searching. Fighting.

In-ho’s jaw tenses. His playful façade evaporates, replaced by something darker. Colder.

“ Oh…” He growls. “ Who's this clown?”

In-ho rolled his eyes and leaned against the edge of the table, staring at you like he was watching a play unfold—one he wrote, one you were trapped in.

“ Relax…” He muttered into the phone.

“ We’ll get to the terms. But first—let’s make things interesting.”

“ Yah. In-ho. You sick freak—get her away from this. You’ve already crossed the line.”

You feel the shift in the air. It’s no longer a game. The temperature in the room drops as In-ho steps toward the phone, grip tightening so hard you hear the plastic creak under his fingers.

“ What the hell are you doing on my call?” In-ho snarls. “ You lost something, lover boy?”

“ You’re done.” Woo-sik spits back.

“ You don’t get to touch her. You don’t even get to speak her name. I’m coming for you—and I swear, you’ll never see daylight again.”

“ In-ho…” Woo-sik snapped back.

“ You really think this is going to end with you winning? She’s not yours. She never was. You’re just a parasite playing with power.”

In-ho’s eyes glinted with something primal.

He didn’t yell.

He didn’t explode.

He commanded.

“ Listen to me, you pathetic leech.” He growled, voice dipped in venom.

“ You think she’s yours? You think she wants you? Wake the fuck up. You’re just a placeholder. A name in her contact list. A body she barely tolerates.”

“ In-ho, shut the—”

“ No, you shut up.” In-ho snapped, his voice rising just enough to echo off the walls.

“ The next time I call, you won’t hear her voice, you won’t hear her crying for you. No.”

His head slowly turned toward you, gaze dark and heavy.

“ You’ll hear her moaning my name. While I have her pinned beneath me, screaming for more—while I fuck her so hard she forgets you ever existed.”

You gasped, heat rushing to your face, shame and fury crashing into each other as your nails dug into your palms.

“ You son of a bit—!” You shouted, but he silenced you with a look.

Woo-sik’s voice turned vicious. “ Touch her like that and I’ll kill you. I swear to fucking God—”

“ Oh?” In-ho smirked again, but this time it was twisted, poisoned.

“ Big talk for someone who isn’t here. You’re out there, throwing words like stones. I’m here, in my bed, in my house. I hear her breathe. I feel her warmth. You? You have nothing.”

“ Try me.” Woo-sik growls. “ I dare you.”

“ Challenge accepted.” In-ho snaps, and ends the call.

He turns back to you, the mask slipping again—jealousy blazing in his eyes like wildfire. In-ho slowly lowered the phone.

His hand trembled.

Not from fear—but from restraint.

He turned toward you, eyes locked.

“ What’s wrong, sweetheart?” He said, voice a whisper now, softer than it should be.

“ Are you upset…or excited?”

You tried to step back, but he moved faster—closing the space between you until his body nearly caged you against the wall.

“ You don’t have to lie.” He whispered, brushing a knuckle under your chin. “ Not to me. I know your fire. I’ve felt it. And I know…”

He leaned closer, lips ghosting your ear.

“ No one takes what’s mine. Not even a prince in shining armor.”

You wanted to scream.

To slap him.

To run.

But your pulse was too loud. Your breath is too shallow.

Because part of you hated him.

And part of you wasn’t so sure anymore.

A/n: Heya, everyone! I'm too happy to be back. Although this is another Hwang In-ho story, it is more sinister than my earlier pieces. I hope everyone is fine with that. Guys, you are welcome to leave this story if reading it makes you uncomfortable.

As you can see, there are warnings. I hope you read them carefully because it is your responsibility to continue or not. Please refrain from reading this if you are under the age of 18. I have given you a warning already. This is not your typical romance. It's a twisted and toxic one.

Always read with responsibility.

Why did I come up with this concept? I dunno. I was using C.ai when I read about one of the characters available, which inspired me to write a story about them.

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Where Were You? Where Were You?

🩻 - Synopsis. Aaron realizes how badly he messed up, but doesn’t know if he has the strength to mend the wounds he gave himself and you.

🩻 - Warnings. Angst. No happy ending. Self isolating!Aaron. Boo hoo we’re all pitiful clowns here. Part one HERE! NOT EDITED!

🩻 - Author’s note. Part one got so much love!!! Thank you all for reading and commenting. I hop you enjoy the second part, but I’m bringing in the big guns for part three! :)

You stayed to get your psych evaluation. It took two tries. The first time around took a toll on you: reliving everything that happened, talking about it in explicit detail, and acting like everything was fine. But you knew you failed before it even began.

You took it again a couple weeks after. Even though you were officially benched from any cases, you didn’t complain.

All the time the team spent away gave you the opportunity to job surf. In reality, quitting the BAU was much harder than you initially imagined. Of course you would still be able to see them and talk to the team, it just… wouldn’t be the same. You would miss J.J.’s round of ‘good mornings’ as she swept by you all, eyes locked on the coffee pot a few feet away. You would miss Derek perched on Emily’s desk, teasing you, Spencer, and Emily like he was getting paid for it. You would miss Spencer looking over at you every couple of minutes to see of you were paying attention or not; making faces at you or mouthing words if you weren’t. You would also miss Emily spinning stories about her past, telling you the good and the bad, letting you closer into her heart. You would obviously miss Penelope’s hugs whenever she could tell if something was off, trying to cheer you up. And Rossi. Rossi buying the coffee at expensive places after begging him too, Rossi giving you advice during a case, Rossi being the father of the team he was meant to be. But… most of all you would miss Aaron.

Aaron speeding to his desk in the morning, desperate for something to wake him up. Aaron walking into casual Friday in a pair of tight-fitting jeans you didn’t know he had. Aaron stepping out of a hotel room in a quarter-zip, unaware of you ogling him. Aaron letting Jack go straight to you whenever the little guy swung by. Aaron’s smell when he hugged you. Aaron. Aaron, Aaron, Aaron.

No. You physically shook your head. Get rid of him, you thought, he’s just going to make it harder for you to leave. The computer screen was giving you a headache now. You finally decided to get up and stretch your legs.

As you moseyed over to Penelope’s cave, you noticed the time: 11:49.

“Hey Pen,” you greeted. “You eat anything? I’ll go grab lunch for us,” you offered.

“Hey mamas!” Derek greeted. You saw his face of the screen, smiling.

“Hey, you. How’s the case?” You asked, immediately happy to talk to the man.

Derek shrugged and looked at someone behind the camera. “Reid! C’mere. It’s y/n/n.”

You heard a couple gasps over the quiet chatter in the precinct and suddenly Emily and Spencer’s face showed up on the screen.

“Hi y/n!” Spencer greeted excitedly. You came to stand behind Penelope, poking her in the cheek as you greeted the both of them.

“Hey Spence! Hey Em!” You were happy to see the pair. Though you had seen them only four days ago, you missed them. A pang of guilt stabbed at your heart: how were you supposed to quit your job if you couldn’t stand four days away from them?

“-ffee shop you’d love. I got that mocha stuff you normally get to try, and it was alright. I guess I see why you like ‘em,” Emily shrugged.

“I’ve been telling you! Anyway, how’s the case?” You asked.

“Close. I can feel it,” the black haired woman said plainly.

Spencer nodded and started talking about the case. The unsub’s main slaughter technique consisted of an electrical wire- of all things- and a Swiss army knife, a different knife each kill. You nodded along, listening to what your friend said. Eventually, you heard “Reid!” and Spencer said a quick goodbye and he was out of frame.

“That’s our cue, baby girl,” Derek said. “I’ll talk to you two ladies later.”

You heard Emily’s ‘bye!’ and the screen turned black.

“Sweetness, I would love some food,” Penelope groaned. “I’ll eat anything you get, but I need a pink lemonade! I need it, y/n, or I may perish.”

You laughed. “Yes ma’am.” With that, you poked her other cheek gently and left.

— 🔥

Aaron heard your conversation. He heard your sweet laugh, how easily you fell into conversation with Derek, Spencer, and Emily. He thought of the few months before you were taken. You were excited about a stray kitten you had found, claiming that the little creature followed you from your apartment to the bookstore you swung by regularly. You hadn’t even realized the calico until you sat down and felt his little paws tugging on your pants, tiny mews trying for your attention.

You were overjoyed to have been- in your words- ‘decided worthy enough for the system to choose you’. Penelope had been buzzing about it too, especially after showing her numerous different pictures of the little fella.

Spencer had asked what you did with him, knowing you didn’t have the time to take care lf a kitten when you were gone so much. You told the team that you had given it to a cousin’s daughter, who was immediately taken with the kitten.

The joy in your tone as you gushed about the kitten was palpable. Aaron loved- liked so many things about you, and how passionate you are was definitely one of those qualities. But he felt his own smile fade off of his face as his eyes fell back on crime scene photos: he had a job to do. And you were unimportant.

— 🔥

You picked up Chinese food, ordering inside the restaurant because the line wrapped around the whole building.

After ordering, you paid and gave the cashier a smile. You kept smiling until you turned away, still feeling her wandering gaze drag harshly down your cheek, eyebrows furrowing as she tore herself away from the scar as dipped below your shirt.

As you stood back and waited, you felt like everyone’s eyes were on you. What an idiot, you thought: a government agent who doesn’t even have the confidence to buy some food. Your jaw tightened and you kept your eyes down, waiting until your last name was called. You saw a little girl look at you as you walked out. She held her hand up to wave and you smiled at her, the chubby cheeks of her face lifting into a bright smile. You looked away when her mother pulled her forward, sharp eyes glaring at you.

The little girl’s toothy smile filled your head as you drove back to the office. The ice in Penelope’s pink lemonade clinked around in the plastic cup as you drove. You drove in silence, thinking of the mother pulling her daughter away. Were you… really that bad? Ugly? Your heart sank into your stomach: a feeling you were starting to get used to. You saw your vision blur, but refused to cry. Maybe that’s why Aaron doesn’t want to see your face anymore. Because you were a monster. MacMillian had done his job- successfully.

— 🔥

Aaron stared at the text on his phone.

From Penelope Garcia 🖥️😄: u need to talk to y/n. ASAP. i  don’t think she’s okay and i think it has to do with the macmillian case

It had been three weeks since the case and you still hadn’t spoken to Aaron since before you were kidnapped. Well, you had talked to him, but it was stiff and professional. He looked over at Rossi who was speaking with a few officers. Aaron felt like an idiot.

He wanted bothing more than to drag you into his office and sit you down to talk. Talk about what happened, what he did, how you felt, how you’re feeling now. Aaron just wanted to help you heal but he knew he can’t. He can’t jeapordize your relationship or his job. Aaron felt a lump grow in his throat. He didn’t even know what he wanted anymore- other than you.

To Penelope Garcia 🖥️😄: How is she? What happened?

From Penelope Garcia 🖥️😄: she went to get food for us and came back all upset. i think the poor girl was about to cry :(

From Penelope Garcia 🖥️😄: and i think there’s something else i need to tell you

From Penelope Garcia 🖥️😄: but it has to be in person.

Aaron leaned back in his chair. “Damn it.”

— 🔥 

A day later the team came home. There was an arrest and the case was closed. There was a lighthearted conversation on the way home, Reid and Rossi playing a card game as Derek, Emily, and J.J. bickered over something (Aaron doesn’t know anything when they get together and scheme). But Hotch was looking out the window and thinking of Penelope’s texts. What had happened to make you shut down? What news did Penelope have for him? How were you doing mentally? How are you at home?

Hotch knew you had nightmares. Hell, everyone could tell. You had growing purple splotches under your eyes, a larger coffee cup every morning, and you zones out consistently during the day. You wore turtlenecks- that Hotch personally thought you looked amazing in- even in 85 degree weather. Not to mention how jumpy you are whenever someone touches you.

Reid had nudged you one day to get your attention; you were staring at nothing and it was time to leave. Derek watched you, a frown on his face after saying your name thrice. Spencer nudged your shoulder with a knuckle and you flew backwards, stumbling out of your chair, a hand coming to your cheek (where The Scar ran down your face). You played it off quickly after seeing Derek, Emily, Rossi, and even Hotch’s looks. But the fear in your eyes… Spencer knew you thought he would hurt you.

After landing, Hotch gave the team the day. As they all cheered and left to get their stuff, Hotch walked into the bullpen where he knew you were still working.

“Y/n.”

God, Aaron missed you. Missed seeing you, being in the same room as you- hell, breathing the same air as you.

You looked up from your computer, eyes falling on an exhausted looking SSA Aaron Hotchner. “Sir?”

“You may have the rest of the day off.” Aaron swallowed, holding your eye contact. Your eyes were one of his weaknesses. After a second of silence, you nodded.

“Thank you, sir.” 

Hotch turned on his heel and made his way to see Penelope. He felt his head spin: your blank stare and emotionless eyes felt like a knife to the gut. Aaron really fucked up, hadn’t he? Fucked up so bad you called him ‘sir’ and acted like you hadn’t bonded over your love for Phil Collins and old action movies. And how to looked away from him like you hadn’t slept in Aaron’s house clad in a pair of his sweatpants and an old sweatshirt, Jack lying on top of you after falling asleep to a cartoon. And especially the way your voice was monotone, completely different from the way you held up a quiet conversation after being sent home because you had a concussion.

“Garcia-“

Penelope stood up the second she heard Hotch’s voice. Tears welled in her eyes, shining brightly against the different colored lights in her cave. “Sir, it’s about y/n. I- I didn’t mean to snoop, but she’s just been so distant lately and ever since that case, she hasn’t gone out with me, Emily, J.J., or even Spencer! I’m really sorry-“

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, Garcia. Slow down. What happened?” Aaron asked. He felt bile rise in his throat. He had a gut feeling that whatever the bubbly blonde woman had to say wouldn’t be good. He swallowed.

Penelope harshly wiped the tears off her face. She looked down and then back up, clearly distraught about the news. “Y/n applied to another job… and got accepted.”

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