#notice the complete lack of an 'if' in my last sentence

[magical-regical]

Hot take:

I wouldn't mind too much if Caleb wasn't a dateable character. I know the game description says he's a 'childhood friend' and him and the MC being 'taken in' by grandma was probably like, in an orphanage way not an adoption way.

But hear me out. The sibling dynamic between these two. They're the siblings who are

"You are 100% my ride or die, I would walk through hellfire for you." but also "no officer I've never seen this person in my life."

Also I want to see protective nii-san Caleb just staring down Xavier and Rafayel because,

"what makes you think you're good enough to date my sister—"

To Xavier: "—you can't cook, you sleep like a koala, and you have a tendency to disappear under mysterious circumstances."

To Rafayel: "—you're literally a fish."

and giving Zayne SO much shit for taking so long to admit his feelings for MC.

[the-saucy-wave-equation]

coming to the conclusion that the kind of writing that my old PI wants is overly simplified because she's overworked and just not thinking straight a bunch of the time

[subskz]

go easy - h.js

note: this is a reupload from my old blog

content: sub jisung, dom reader, masturbation (m), brief voyeurism, a bit of degradation, reader calls jisung a slut once, use of traffic light system, stopping during a scene, crying, slight angst, hurt/comfort, pegging, lots of praise

word count: 6.6k

The scent of your cooking wafted through the kitchen as you turned the knob on your stove to lower its heat to a simmer. You gave the eggs you’d scrambled a few more tentative pokes with your utensil before deciding that you were satisfied, shutting off the fire beneath the pan at last.

Jisung was still sound asleep in the other room—or at least, you assumed he was given that he hadn’t yet been lured into the kitchen by the mouthwatering aroma. You set the sizzling pan down on the counter and glanced at your phone to check the time. It was nearly noon, and as much as you wanted Jisung to get proper rest, especially knowing that he’d gone to bed thoroughly exhausted the night prior, you figured it’d be better to wake him up before his whole day was thrown off. A part of you wanted him awake so he could have the chance to eat his breakfast before it got cold, but the other half—the more selfish one—simply missed him. No matter how groggy he might be when he first woke up; mumbling to himself for minutes, ruffling his unruly hair and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes before he could get a proper sentence out, he always brightened your mornings with his slurred jokes and lazy giggles.

The thought alone was enough to stir fondness in your chest, bringing an involuntary smile to your face as if you could hear his raspy voice already. You made quick work of setting the rest of the table and headed out of the kitchen, making your way down the hall towards your bedroom. In retrospect, shutting the door so that the clatter of your cooking wouldn’t disturb Jisung hadn’t really been necessary, considering how deep of a sleeper he was.

A small, muffled noise coming from the other side of the wall captured your attention, bringing you to a halt as you reached for the door handle. You stayed put for a moment, not even having the chance to question whether you’d imagined it or not when it was soon followed by another, just audible enough for you to catch. It wasn’t the first time you’d heard Jisung talk in his sleep, but the nature of the sounds you were hearing—stifled, swallowed down, like he was having trouble getting them out—had you wondering if he might be experiencing a nightmare of some kind. 

You listened long enough for your curiosity to begin morphing into concern. A noise almost akin to a gasp met your ears, cut short as soon as it came, just barely allowing you to catch it. With a frown, you turned the door handle and tiptoed into your bedroom, completely unprepared for the scene that awaited you inside.

Jisung was awake, very much so.

Your comforter had been bunched up and tossed to the side, giving you a clear view of exactly what had been drawing out all those strange, breathless noises from him. He was hunched over, eyes squeezed shut, messy hair falling into his face, teeth sinking into his bottom lip. His shorts and underwear were pushed down just far enough for his hand to move freely, like he’d been in too much of a rush to even bother removing them properly. Given how fast he was stroking himself, that was probably the case.

You blinked a few times, processing the scene unfolding before you in stunned silence. He hadn’t yet noticed that you’d slipped into the room, still fully consumed by the feeling of his hand sliding up and down his length at a frantic pace, working himself to his high with a shameless lack of control. The noises he made were hushed, but deliciously desperate, and judging by the obvious flush on his cheeks, you could tell just how hard he was trying to hold his breath and restrain himself so they wouldn’t ring out too loud.

Any remaining shock you’d felt was quickly overtaken by a wave of arousal when you heard Jisung call out your name—so soft, so broken, you might have thought you’d misheard if he didn’t buck up into his fist especially hard as he uttered it, like the mere thought of you was just what he needed to send him over the edge right then and there. He slowed his pumping to flatten his palm and roll it over the head of his cock, cursing under his breath. You knew better than anyone how crazy the move drove him—you were the one who’d discovered it in the first place, gotten him hooked on it. It ignited a strange heat in your stomach, to realize that you were the only thing on his mind in that moment.

You’d never quite seen Jisung like this before. Curled in on himself, forcing back his moans in a relentless chase for pleasure from hands other than yours. He was typically so vocal about his desires with you, rarely shying away from demanding all your attention and begging you to take care of him when his need became too much to contain any longer. The fact that he was trying to keep it all a secret from you, like he was doing something wrong, had you more excited than you’d like to admit.

He clamped his jaws shut to suppress what was sure to have been a particularly loud cry, throwing his head back in a fit of pleasure. As he did, his half-lidded eyes finally caught a glimpse of you. Arms crossed, leaning lazily against the doorframe with an expression on your face that made his stomach flip.

He stiffened, hand freezing around his dick. A choked noise escaped him as his stare met yours, the remaining traces of his moan instantly dying out in his throat.

“Morning,” you hummed.

Jisung’s eyes grew wide as moons; a deer caught in headlights, a look far too innocent considering what he’d just been doing. With a mortified squeak, his hand scrambled for the nearest pillow, flinging it over himself in a pointless attempt to cover up the dripping mess of arousal peeking from his half-discarded shorts. Embarrassingly enough, the softness pressing suddenly against his most sensitive spot made him jolt, so hard that he was positive you wouldn’t miss it.

Your lips twitched into the beginnings of a smile, and you made your way over to the bed, flopping down on it casually across from him. “Don’t be shy, Hannie,” your voice was calm for the most part, but it was difficult to contain the delight creeping into it. “Nothing I haven’t seen before, right?”

At that, Jisung’s face heated up impossibly more, creating a pretty blush against his tan skin that you couldn’t get enough of.

“I...I thought you were busy,” he stammered out, gripping the pillow tighter. “I didn’t mean...um, I mean, I wasn’t trying to—”

His rambling was cut off when you leaned forward to cup his face in your hands, smile curving to completion when you felt for yourself how much his skin was burning under your palms. You gave his full cheeks a squeeze, gentle enough for him to relax into your touch. “Weren’t trying to get yourself off?” you finished for him. “It’s alright, baby. Why don’t you show me what you were doing?”

Jisung swallowed hard. “You’re not mad?” 

“Mm...not mad,” you began, rubbing your thumbs along his flushed face, feeling his pulse race under them. “Just a little hurt that you didn’t call for me to help you out.”

He cast his eyes down, unable to turn his head away in shame like every instinct told him to. You were only teasing him, no signs of disappointment lacing your tone, but it crashed a heavy guilt over him all the same. To not only do something so pathetic, so shameful, but to be caught by you in the process. You, the one he wanted to be good for, the one he did everything with your approval in mind.

“Sorry, ‘m sorry,” he mumbled. “It’s way too early for me to be so…ah.”

He squeezed his eyes shut, wishing he could fade into the sheets and escape your watchful eyes before he died of pure humiliation right there—or worse, before the fresh rush of adrenaline it sent through his body to be found like this made his situation infinitely more embarrassing. He could already feel it, creeping up his neck, making his cock throb against the soft fabric of the pillow.

“Just…didn’t wanna bother you for something like this.”

With the exception of an occasional,  overly-eager misstep, Jisung always tried his best to be as well-behaved as possible for you. It was a rare occurrence for you to scold him over anything—he didn’t give you much of a reason to, nor a desire to. Not when his doe eyes gleamed up at you in a constant search for praise and his voice rang out so sweetly with every word of adoration you gave him. Though he hadn’t necessarily broken any rules, it still felt strangely thrilling to you to have caught him like this. Working himself up without your knowledge, seeking relief without your touch. You wondered what he’d been thinking about to even reach that point, what had made him so desperate that he didn’t even think to come find you first.

You slid your hands from his face to grab the pillow he’d used to shield himself. Jisung tensed up as you tugged it out of his hold, but he made no effort to try and stop you, obediently releasing it from his fidgeting fingers. Your heart skipped a beat as his cock sprang back into view, still fully hard and leaking at its tip, practically begging for release after the sudden loss in stimulation. Clearly, Jisung’s embarrassment had done little to ebb his arousal—if anything, it’d only strengthened it.

“Poor baby. So needy with no one around to take care of him,” you pouted, ghosting your hand over his length. “What’s got you like this first thing in the morning?”

It took him a moment to muster up a response, not finding it in him to speak properly when your fingers were dancing mere centimeters over his aching tip, taunting him. “H-had a dream about you.”

“Yeah?” you cooed. “Was I touching you like that?”

A soft noise of frustration met your ears. His gaze was locked on your hand, in a trance. So preoccupied with how badly he longed for you to close the distance that he almost forgot to give a strained nod.

“Cute.” You followed Jisung’s pleading stare to admire his twitching cock, curling your hand playfully around nothing. His breath hitched in his throat, bracing himself for your touch. But it never came. 

Instead, you scooted back, settling comfortably in a spot near the edge of the bed that gave you the perfect view of him—his bewildered face, his ridden up shirt, his dick peeking up from the elastic of his shorts. “Well, don’t let me ruin your fun.”

His mouth fell open, big, anxious eyes darting up to meet yours again. Adorably expressive as ever. You could see every emotion he was feeling written out in the curve of his eyebrows and the repeated parting and closing of his lips as he struggled to make sense of what you were implying.

“Ah…” he chuckled nervously. “What?”

“It must’ve felt good, right? Better than anything I could do,” you teased. “Let me see how my baby plays with himself when I’m not around.”

Your tone was light, but Jisung nearly shuddered all the same, like he couldn’t shake the feeling that some sort of punishment had to be awaiting him. There was a strange, hungry glint in your eyes that added a tinge of apprehension to the excitement fluttering his chest.

Despite himself, he followed through without question, half out of a determination to prove his discipline to you, half out of a pathetic need to relieve the pressure still coiled tight in his abdomen. He brought his hand back to his length, a tiny whine escaping him as he wrapped his fingers around it, handling it with far more timidity than the relentless pace he’d set earlier. He glanced up at you with a hopeful stare to ask for permission, such an obvious attempt to appeal to you that you could’ve laughed. But you simply nodded, encouraging him to start moving.

Tentatively, Jisung began stroking himself, thighs trembling the instant his pleasure picked up where he’d left off. You marveled at the way his cock pulsed in his hand as he pumped it with an amount of delicacy that he wasn’t used to treating himself with, slowly finding his rhythm. Even with his languid strokes, it wasn’t long before soft vocalizations began to build in his throat, heard loud and clear through the bedroom.

“Is that how fast you were going earlier?” you asked. It seemed like an innocent question, but he knew right away what you were really getting at; an order to go faster, to match his feverish speed from before.

“No,” he admitted.

“Don’t hold back, Jisungie,” you urged. “You were so into it before. Do it just like that, make yourself feel so good that you don’t even notice me.”

A breathless, awkward mewl slipped out of him, but he tightened his grip nonetheless. You cooed in approval, growing more aroused with each passing second over the sight of him so flustered, fumbling helplessly with his cock like he’d never touched it before. Any traces of how shameless he could be with you were nowhere to be found, now. No cries for your attention, no sinful expressions on full display, no begging to be adored. It willed you to take things a step further, to make the most of his shyness.

His hushed sounds quickly escalated into less controlled ones, still tinged with that sleepy rasp. His free hand gripped the bedsheets as he picked up the pace of his stroking, a cute, concentrated look forming on his face.

“There we go. Does that feel good, Hannie?”

The boy’s eyebrows furrowed as he slid his thumb along the head of his cock, passing over his wet slit and making his breath stutter. “M-mhm,” he hesitated before continuing. “It’d feel—ah—better if it was you.”

“Yeah?” you cooed. “It could’ve been. All you had to do was come to me like a good boy.”

He whined at that, averting his guilt-ridden gaze. Even with his head ducked, he could still feel you watching him, taking in each flex of his muscles and jolt of his hips. It made the touch of his hand feel completely foreign to him, like the effects of your observant eyes stimulated his nerve endings with a new intensity. You knew well by now that Jisung thrived on your praise more than anything else, but the prospect of talking down to him with no affectionate words to ease the sting was oddly exhilarating to you. You wanted to be a little meaner, to satiate your curiosity. 

“Is this what you do behind my back, baby?” you faked a pout. “Always touching your needy cock ‘cause you can’t even wait for me? Are you that dirty?”

Jisung tensed up, nearly choking in his haste to get his protest out. “No! I’m good, ‘m a good boy.”

His reaction made your spine tingle with satisfaction, enough for you to continue testing the waters. “I thought so too,” you said wistfully. “But now I’m not so sure. What kind of good boy would do something so gross?”

He whimpered. It came unexpectedly louder than the rest of his sweet little sounds, even as the pace of his pumps slowed down significantly. 

“Maybe you were just pretending to be good for me?” You cocked your head to the side. “Maybe you’re really just a little slut who will do anything to get off.”

Your tone took on an unnatural harshness, unlike any of your usual teasing, your familiar, playful lilt that pulled him into a happy haze with each word you spoke. Jisung shuddered. His face turned beet red, half-hearted strokes coming to a full stop. For a brief moment, you thought his reaction was one of enjoyment. But a few seconds passed, and the boy stayed that way—quiet, frozen in place, save for a faint twitch in his lips. 

“Jisung?” you asked cautiously. “Are you okay?”

His spell of silence stretched out longer than you’d anticipated, making alarm rise in your chest. 

“Jisung, what’s your color?” 

There was a newfound urgency to the question, one that he couldn’t ignore no matter how badly he wished he could brush it off, to pretend like he was fine so he wouldn’t disappoint you any further. But you noticed it all without anything said, from his tensed posture to the way his hand quivered as he unwrapped it from around his length. Reluctantly, he lifted his head to look at you, watery gaze coming into view.

“Green,” he said at last. The crack in his voice did little to reassure you—in fact, all it did was shoot your worry through the roof.

“Are you sure?” you pressed. “I need you to be honest with me, baby.”

Jisung’s breathing grew more rapid, heart hammering in his chest for reasons he couldn’t fully explain. It had all felt so good, so right, up until just a moment ago. Now, it was all wrong—he was all wrong. He couldn’t find it in him to be his own comfort, to tell himself that your words held no real weight. He’d upset you, he’d disappointed you, and on top of that he couldn’t even take his punishment properly. The sting in his eyes grew stronger. He’d already let you down by doing something so indecent, he didn’t want to do it again by being too weak to face the consequences. 

Even with Jisung’s face obscured by his messy curtain of hair, you could see the flurry of emotions crossing it, twisting his features, and your heart along with it. He was lying, you were certain of it.

“Hannie,” you softened your voice. The nickname was feather-light on your tongue, enough to soothe the inhibitions that were threatening to take over his mind and force him quiet. “Talk to me. Are you sure?”

Jisung swallowed hard, but the lump in his throat couldn’t be pushed down. You already knew how pathetic he was, anyway. There was no point in denying it.

All at once, the tears that had glazed his wide eyes spilled over. He pulled his knees up to his chest, shrinking into himself, looking smaller than ever. 

“Ah…this is s-so stupid,” he attempted a weak chuckle, but it fell flat into a sob instead, one that made your chest positively ache. “Sorry,” he choked out. “I tried to hold it in, ‘m sorry.”

A wave of guilt crashed over you, flooding all your senses. You rose from your spot slowly to make your way over to Jisung and settle down next to where he was curled up on the bed. It took all of your self-control to push back every protective instinct that told you to pull him into a hug when you saw how fragile he looked, trying and failing to ease himself as he cried into his elbow. Just as you were mulling over whether or not it’d be okay to touch him, he leaned into you like a reflex, and like a reflex, you wrapped your arms securely around him.

“Shh...it’s okay. Don’t apologize, baby,” you did your best to speak steadily, even if the broken sounds that slipped out as he fully let himself go made it difficult to control your voice. “It’s not your fault. You did nothing wrong.”

Jisung buried his face into your chest, hot tears seeping through your shirt and churning your stomach with sympathy. “Did...did you really mean that?” he hiccuped, digging his fingers into your clothes. “Am I that gross?”

“No, Jisung, never,” you could barely contain your own distress. Still, you had to stay composed, for his sake. Knowing Jisung, your guilt would feed into his; it would only make him feel worse when he already thought he’d ruined things for you. “I didn’t mean any of it, angel. It was all play.”

“But you’re right, I did something so disgusting behind your back. ‘M so pathetic. Gross,” he babbled, just short of incoherent with the way he was nestled into you. “You shouldn’t t-touch me. I don’t deserve it.”

You made a sound of pure disbelief, tightening your hold around him instead, rocking gently from side to side in an effort to calm him down. Jisung trembled against you as stifled gasps racked his body, but he followed your movements nonetheless, swaying along. “You’re not gross, Hannie. Please don’t believe that for even a second, okay?” You ran your hand up his quivering back to cradle his head, holding him close and massaging his scalp lightly with your fingers. “I went too far today, huh? I’m so sorry.”

“N-no, I’m—” he sniffled out. “Sorry for being like this. So sensitive.”

“You’re not too sensitive,” you murmured. “It’s my fault, baby. I should’ve checked before saying those things to you.”

You continued playing with his hair as he tried to get ahold of himself, feeling a tinge of relief when his breathing grew a little less erratic the more you soothed him, shaky sobs evening out with each inhale. 

“I’m sorry,” he sniffled into your shirt. “Just thought I disappointed you.”

He tensed again, nearly panicking when you loosened your iron grip on his body to pull back and look him in the eye. Your heart broke even further when you saw the state he was in. His eyes—usually so bright—were red and puffy, glassy in a way that was far different from their natural glint. Dried tears stained his face, with fresh ones still brimming in the corners of his eyes and trickling down his cheeks. You wiped them away as tenderly as you could, not wanting to irritate his sensitive skin any further.

“Why did you think that, Hannie?” 

“Cause I—,” he cut himself off with another soft hiccup, still struggling to get his emotions under control. “I messed up and couldn’t even take your scolding.”

“You didn’t disappoint me,” you said firmly. “You’re my good boy. So good you can’t even stand the thought of doing something wrong, right?”

He blinked droplets of tears out of his eyes, looking like he wanted nothing more than to bury his face right back into the comfort of your neck. Even so, he managed a tiny nod. 

“There we go. I love you no matter what. Don’t ever forget that, okay?”

Your gaze bore intently into his, and Jisung forced himself to fight back the remnants of his self-deprecating thoughts before nodding again. “Okay,” he said softly. “I love you, too. So love me lots, please.”

The affection that gripped you nearly made you coo out loud. You pressed a kiss to his head the moment he leaned back into you, hoping to alleviate any leftover doubts he might have. 

“Can I make it up to you?” you whispered. “Wanna show my baby just how loved he is.”

Jisung let out a shy hum, nuzzling his nose into your neck. You weren’t sure what made you giggle more, the ticklish sensation of his soft hair brushing your skin, or how easily his demeanor shifted. Your question had been innocent enough, you’d expected him to want to be held a bit longer, maybe even going to wash up together, but it seemed like he had something else in mind. His lips puckered against your skin in a wet kiss, taking in your scent, then releasing it with a sweet sigh. 

“Just tell me what you want and we can do it,” you promised, petting his head, easing his mind back to that comforting haze with every stroke. “Does that sound good to you?”

“Mhm,” he murmured into you. What he said next was hard to make out with his lips squished against you, not quite ready to pull away. “Can we…go easy?”

The question tugged at your heartstrings. “Of course, we’ll go easy, angel. Anything you want.”

Jisung hesitated before deciding on his answer, still keeping his head tucked away into your shoulder. “Want your strap, please,” he breathed. It fanned out against your skin, making goosebumps rise to its surface. The plea was so different from his usual begging. Not shamelessly needy—but rather, timid and uncertain.

“Yeah? You wanna be spoiled?” You stopped playing with the hair at his nape to brush your index finger along his neck, relishing in how that alone was enough to make him shudder against you. “Good boys like you deserve to be treated good, too.”

It was Jisung’s turn to giggle, tinged with the slightest whine. You couldn’t deny the relief you felt hearing that familiar sound again. Reluctantly, he unlatched himself from you at last, already craving to feel your warmth again the instant you slipped off the bed. 

“I’ll be right back, okay? Get yourself ready for me.”

Jisung nodded eagerly, some of the liveliness returning to his red eyes. You ruffled his hair, then headed towards your closet, pushing away the final traces of guilt from your mind and replacing them with a determination to make it up to him instead. As you rummaged through your belongings to retrieve your strap-on, it wasn’t long before soft, needy whimpers began to reach you from the bedroom, even sweeter than when you’d first caught him, completely unrestrained this time. As much as they set off a fire in you, you remained patient, taking your time in preparing the toy while his noises grew progressively louder.

Then, a call of your name met your ears. So raspy with need, so weak with desperation, it made your core clench. You tried not to rush yourself, but your composure effectively crumbled when you heard Jisung cry out for you again, loud and clear through the wall. You could’ve laughed—he knew exactly what he was doing, but you were content to let it work, today. With a deep breath, you gathered up your things and returned to the other room.

There, you found Jisung with his shorts completely discarded and his legs spread out, pushing two fingers—slick with the lube he’d taken from the nightstand—in and out of himself obediently. The sight, coupled with the wet sounds each sloppy, uncoordinated pump of his hand created, was enough to cloud your mind entirely with arousal all over again. He looked so perfect, like it was exactly where he belonged; parting his thighs wider as soon as he spotted you, giving you a full view of how well he was fucking himself open for you.

You adjusted the strap’s harness around your waist and settled in between Jisung’s thighs. He pulled his fingers out of himself with a low keen, doe eyes gazing up at you intently as you took over for him, lathering your fingers with lube to slip them inside his twitching hole. A gasp caught in his throat as you did, your angle allowing you to reach even deeper inside of him than his own fingers could, loosening him up further. He tightened around you instantly, sucking you in like his body was begging for anything it could get.

“Look at that,” you gave an appreciative hum. “Already stretched out so perfectly for me. Good boy.”

Jisung barely had the chance to react before you spread your fingers out in a scissor-like motion a few times, sending sparks through his body each time you pressed into his walls. Then, you pulled out of him all at once, leaving him squirming and fluttering around nothing. Despite his best efforts, he couldn’t help his whine of disappointment, even when he knew what was to come. You gave his nose an affectionate tap with your clean hand before squeezing some lube onto your palm, spreading it along the length of your strap-on until it was thoroughly coated.

“Get comfortable, baby,” you ordered gently. 

There was a brief pause as Jisung propped himself up on his elbows, and you faltered for a moment, wondering if he might have changed his mind. He pressed his lips together like he was lost in thought, cheeks squishing adorably in the process.

“Ah, do you think...” he cut himself off with that cute, breathy laugh of his. “Can I—?” Another chuckle. “Can I ride you?”

The sheepish question came as a surprise to you, as did the sharp tingle it sent down your spine. You quirked an eyebrow, barely fighting back your smile when Jisung shied away, bangs falling into his eyes. “I wanna show you what I can do,” he mumbled, almost to himself. “Wanna be your good boy.”

“Jisungie,” you sang, tilting his chin up to make sure your words got through to him. “You don’t have to prove anything to me. You’re already my best boy, let me treat you like it.”

His eyes gleamed, but even as your praise eased his anxious mind, his resolve still didn’t waver. He needed this, you realized. His gaze searched yours for some sign of approval—so hopeful, so hungry, it was all it took for you to understand. 

“But...if that’s what my baby wants, then of course you can.” 

Jisung perked up at that, every soft, sleepy feature on his face brightening back up. “Thank you!” he chirped. “I’ll be good, I swear!”

You weren’t sure if it was his pure earnesty, or that infectious, heart-shaped grin, but you couldn’t hold back a smile of your own. It was impossible not to be overtaken with fondness, not when he was so grateful for just the chance to have your eyes on him as he ruined himself, all without you having to lift a finger. Shifting from your spot on the mattress, you settled back against the headboard of the bed, patting your thighs to beckon him over. He wasted no time before scrambling into your lap, straddling you so that he hovered mere centimeters above the toy’s head. 

“Whenever you’re ready,” you told him, taking the shaft into your hand to line it up with his entrance. “You’ll take it all, won’t you? Just like your pretty hole took my fingers so well.”

Jisung shuddered as you swirled your strap’s slick tip around his rim, bracing himself with a deep inhale before sinking down on it. His breath spilled out in a long, shaky moan as you filled him up bit by bit, his walls instantly tightening around the delicious thickness he’d been aching for. He dug his teeth into his bottom lip, willing himself to push against the friction until every last inch of the toy had disappeared inside of him.

“That’s it, Hannie. Good boy, you make it look so easy.”

Your sweet whispers made it difficult for Jisung to control his breathing as he adjusted to the sensation of being filled to the brim. All he could manage was a weak gasp in response, eyes squeezing shut and insides clenching wildly. Your hands found their way to his hips, sliding your fingers along his tan skin to help soothe him while you waited, once again blown away by how ridiculously small his waist was.

“Pretty boy,” you hummed. Unable to resist, you pressed the pads of your thumbs deep into his flesh, delighted by the way his stomach contracted. “You look so perfect like this, just made to be filled up.”

The boy let out a flustered squeak, hands flying up to cover his face. It was almost amusing how much of a contrast there was in how Jisung vied for your compliments versus how he responded to them. There was no need for false bravado here, no need to fulfill any role when he was already the subject of your adoration. 

He squirmed above you slightly, letting out a tiny grunt as the ridges of your strap pressed snugly against his walls. When he finally collected himself enough to speak, his voice came meek, muffled by his palms. “C-can I move?” 

“Mm,” you urged, giving his waist another squeeze. “Show me how a good boy does it, Hannie.”

His hands dropped reluctantly from his flushed face and down to your shoulders, gripping them tight to steady himself. With a huff of effort, he lifted his body off your lap, sliding tortuously slow up the toy’s length before landing back down with a sharp smack. He relished in the relief it brought him for a moment before repeating the action, eyebrows furrowing as he tried to find his rhythm.

Jisung’s moans began slipping out of him in no time, rising in pitch and volume each time he sank down all the way to your strap’s hilt, building up a delicious pressure in your core. You ran your hands up and down his sides, feeling up his slender waist and stomach, puffing out with every gasp. “Are you feeling good, baby boy?” 

Jisung dug his fingernails into your skin with a whimper, already finding it difficult to string together a coherent sentence. “Yes—ngh—so good,” he choked out. “So full.”

“Cause you’re taking it all so well. Every inch of me,” you praised. “Keep moving just like that, angel. I wanna see your cute little face when you cum all over yourself.”

Jisung mewled out your name, whether it was in shy protest of your words or a plea for more, even he wasn’t sure. You tightened your hold on his waist, hands following his every bounce to help keep him from faltering. The sight of him rocking his hips against yours was nothing short of breathtaking—small beads of sweat glistening on his forehead, tousled hair bouncing cutely, tongue peeking out between his swelling lips. His cock left drops of precum all over his skin each time it slapped against his stomach, crying for release after being denied for so long.

You could tell Jisung’s movements were starting to take a toll on him. He grasped frantically at your shoulders for purchase, trying his best to stay grounded just long enough to bring himself to a climax. His thighs began to tremble, pace growing sloppy both from the repeated strain on his muscles, and from the pleasure making it increasingly difficult for him to focus. You decided to help him out when you caught the frustrated pout forming on his face, lifting yourself to push into him with a newfound force and making him cry out sharply. 

“It’s getting rough, huh, baby? Hannie’s working so hard for me. Such a good boy.”

“Hah...th-thank you,” Jisung swallowed down the saliva pooling in his mouth before it could trickle out, leaning in to slump his body against yours, no longer able to stay upright on his own. “Your good boy, ‘m your g’boy. Again. Say it—ah—again, please.”

You softened, indulging him without hesitation when you knew how badly he needed to hear it. “Good boy, Jisungie. My good boy.”

“Yours. Wanna be good for y-you.” He threw his head back suddenly as you hit a perfectly angled thrust. “There!” he gasped, voice cracking into a near-wail. “Right there, please, please, please.”

“There?” you echoed in amusement when he could only writhe around pathetically, all sense of rhythm lost. Your giggle masked just how much it affected you to see him falling apart in your lap like that—his blissed out face, his shameless moans, all tightening the coil in your stomach like his own pleasure was feeding into yours. “You like it there? Keep it up, then, baby.”

Amidst all his begging, your words pierced through Jisung’s foggy brain. They seemed to remind him that he still had some shred of control over the pace, because he picked up the speed of his bouncing again, rolling his body sinfully each time you bottomed out inside him so that your strap grinded against his prostate just right. 

“You fucked yourself into such a cute little mess,” you crooned. Jisung whined above you, too far gone to decide if he should hide away from your attention, or bask in it. “Such a little pleaser. You like putting on a show for me?”

You tilted your hips so that your strap brushed against his sweet spot once more, earning a long drawn-out groan from the boy. His mouth hung open, tongue lolling as sound after filthy sound poured out of him nonstop. “Love it...hah...love it s’ much. Watch me, look at me, please.”

His head began thrashing from side to side, the muscles in his stomach clenching and unclenching as his high crept up on him. You hissed softly when he sank his fingernails deep into your flesh, so caught up in his fit of pleasure that he didn’t even process his how hard he was gripping you. All he could make sense of anymore was the heat that seared through his abdomen each time he sank down on your strap. 

“You’re so good, baby. So good for me. Are you close?” you purred, rubbing small circles into his hips with your thumbs. Your voice was so gentle in contrast to the harsh smacking of his thighs against yours, it made him dizzy. 

“Ah, yeah, yeah. Gonna cum. P-please, ‘m so close. Please—” 

You jerked up to meet him halfway, burying your strap so deep inside him that he swore he saw stars. “Cum for me, baby boy. You’ve earned it.” 

You took his bouncing cock into your grasp, feeling it throb in your palm as you began to stroke him. With just a few glides of your hand, Jisung was sent over the edge. He let out a choked sob as his orgasm hit him at last, his seed shooting onto his stomach in hot spurts, more intensely than usual after being pent up for so long. You milked him through his high, admiring the way the white ropes of cum decorated his tan skin as you pumped out every drop.

Jisung panted heavily above you, jaw still slack, quivering in place as the aftershocks rippled through his body. When the last of his seed had dribbled out from his tip, you carefully released his length from your hold, allowing it to fall limp. The rise and fall of his chest gradually began to slow, and he leaned into your hand the instant you rested it on his cheek, regardless of the fluids coating it. Your touch washed away the last of the hot adrenaline pumping through his system, replacing it with an overwhelming sense of calm; safety. 

“My Hannie,” you murmured. “My sweet boy. You did so well for me.”

Jisung’s eyes fluttered open at last, still a bit hazy, but just as full of adoration for you as your gaze was for him. He managed a lazy, lopsided grin before collapsing forward to nuzzle into you, pressing his nose to your neck and breathing in. With your warmth enveloping him, your scent surrounding him, and the fullness of your strap still nestled inside him, you knew as well as he did that there was no chance of him getting up any time soon. The sticky feeling of his release seeping through your clothes was uncomfortable, but you wrapped your arms around him nonetheless. It was worth all the clean laundry in the world, to hold him like this.

Jisung pressed his lips against your neck in a chaste kiss, catching you by surprise. When he pulled his head back with a sigh of pure bliss, that familiar gleam was back in his eyes, and you knew that he had fully recovered from earlier.

You leaned forward to give him a kiss of your own, smiling into it when you heard the faint sound of his stomach growling, followed by a cute, muffled giggle of embarrassment spilling from his mouth to yours.

“By the way,” you brushed your lips against his. “I made breakfast.”

[neverfindmegone]

Hi people, so I'm not a writer and I never wrote anything but my darling @pinkthrone445 is always writing the most amazing things, so I wanted to write this in her honor. Sorry if it's extremely silly and not well written but is my first try 🖤

What I can see

You and Melissa had been friends for a couple of months now. You met the red head during your first day in Abbot. You were nervous as hell to work as a teacher's aid, but you have always loved children and working with them was a dream.

At first, Melissa wasn't very friendly, she was extremely sarcastic, making fun of you every chance she got.

You still remember your first meeting, Ava had come to introduce you to the red head and you couldn't form one proper sentence, being stunned by her beauty.

- What's the matter Hon, did the cat get your tongue?

After that you started to spend more and more time with the older woman, and the intimidation you felt started to turn into a deep admiration. Being her helper was such an interesting job, the learning range was big, from teaching kids with special needs to having the number of a guy who could help you with racoon problems.

Yes. Melissa was an interesting woman and you started to fall for her more and more each day.

At first you believed to be a innocent crush, but the more you had one on one conversations, you saw that you couldn't stop thinking about what hurricane of a woman she was. Her presence, her personality, her looks, you were completely obsessed. What resulted in you finding every excuse possible to be around her all the time. You would bring her coffee, invite for lunches, drinks, movies almost every week after work.

Melissa seemed to appreciate the extra attention you gave her, sometimes you could swear you caught her staring when she thought you weren't looking.

Her bright green eyes shined when you overshared and her hands always found away to touch you, shoulders, hands, thighs.

That's how you found yourself in the current situation. Ava was giving one of her Ava speeches, and you had Melissa sitting right next to you, her arm touching yours. You were caught giving her looks from the corner of your eye, every time your skins would brush.

- Does she sound drunk to you? She whispered in your ear.

The hairs on the back of your back stood up immediately and you were frozen for a second. Her breath ghosting your skin made you feel dizzy whenever she was this close to you. Damn this woman had put you wonder a spell or something. When did you start to be so easily affected?

Melissa noticing your lack of response, shoved your arm slowly. - You okay?

- Yes, I mean no, not drunk, maybe hung over? I saw on her Insta last night, she was at the club until late.

- Club on a Wednesday? That's brave even for her. She eye rolled, looking back at the stage.

- Come on Schemmenti. You looked at her. - Can't you handle going out on a school night?

Her head snapped immediately, green eyes finding yours, nostrils inflating. You liked teasing her, it was a part of the flirting banter you had going on.

You raised both of your eyebrows challenging her. - Too old?

- Are you kidding me kid? You, me, club tonight. She said snapping, challenging you back.

- Deal, I'll pick you up at 7.

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Later that night, you knocked on Melissa's door at 7:15. A bit late, but nothing that would bother the older lady. When the door was opened, your jaw dropped. She was wearing a tight red dress, her creamy cleavage completely in display.

You couldn't stop staring at her breasts, your breathing getting elaborated. This was definitely the rack from God.

Melissa's voice broke up you from your paralysis. - What's the matter hon? Am I over dressed?

You frowned, seeing her insecurity.

- Are you kidding me? Mel, you look... You paused, your eyes raking over her body up and down slowly. - Exquisite.

- Really? I'm not sure about this. She said entering the house, with you following. - I had other options. She gestured for you to follow her into the bedroom.

- Maybe these black jeans? She pointed to the bed, where a bunch of clothes were scattered. - I haven't been to a club in a while, I don't know what I was thinking.

You looked around seeing the mess in the room, realizing that she was probably over thinking this. You wanted nothing more than reassure her, this woman was divine, how couldn't she know that?

- No, you look perfect, I promise.

Melissa made a face, showing that she didn't believe you, she walked to the large mirror in the corner of her room, before standing there, observing herself. Her hands moved over her dress, tiding it up. - Am I too old for this?

- Melissa, please. You giggled, how did this goddess believe she was too old for anything. That's when you remember your teasing earlier, you started to feel guilty. She wouldn't have been upset over that, would she?

- Is this about earlier? You asked approaching her. - Let me show you something. You continued, moving yourself behind her in the mirror slowly, afraid to scare her away. Your desire was to prove to the woman how gorgeous she really was.

- What do you really think? She said looking at you, finding your eyes in the mirror.

You moved your hands to her hips gently, holding her in place, while making eye contact with her.

- I think you will be the hottest woman there. You squeezed her hips gently, before giving them a tap. - Come on.

Melissa huffs, before looking at you with vulnerable eyes. - Oh please.

You move closer, keeping your eyes on hers, before resting your chin on her shoulder. - I don't think you are aware of the effect you have on people. Your arms hugged her from behind while you spoke.

The older woman eyerolled. - Huf, you have to say that, you're my friend.

- Melissa stop. You moved your hands to hers, before squeezing them. - Please see what everyone can see... What I can see.

She blushed deeply. - Listen kid, I...

You moved closer in a fast manner, making her stop talking. You pressed your front against her back completely, before starting - First, look at these arms. You moved your hands up and down her shoulders gently. - They are muscular and strong.

You felt her tense up, looking at you with uncertainty. You gave her a wide smile before you felt her relaxing again, she gave you a small nod, letting you know it was okay to continue.

You shifted your hands to her stomach, stroking it with your fingertips. - Look at this waste, so gorgeous and just the right shape. Her eyes shifted to your hands movements, and her breath started to increase it's path, as she felt you caressing her skin.

- And these hips? Your hand moved down her curves, touching her more intimately now, increasing the pressure of your hands.

- They are so attractive, when you walk, people at school can't stop staring at them. You know when I first met you I couldn't stop thinking about your hips and thighs.

She shaked her head no. - It's true. You breathed in her ear. - You carry such power and swag when you walk, it's impossible not to look.

Her eyes starting to shine, lips quivering as she felt your hands moving to her behind. - I don't think I need to tell you about this mouth watering ass of yours, do I?

Your eyes found hers, completely black now, your hand moving up and down her butt cheeks. Your touch was maddening, Melissa was starting to tremble and you heard a small whimper scape when your nails traced her shape, teasingly.

Your face moved closer to hers, your nose brushing against her cheek, your eyes never leaving hers. - But do you wanna know my favorite? You said slowly, letting the tip of your tongue brush against her earlobe.

She nodded, not trusting herself to speak.

Your hands roamed up her front and the red head felt like her skin was on fire, it was as if hot oil was being poured in every spot your fingers touched. Your hand stopped on her chest and you stretched your fingers to her neck, squeezing it gently.

- Y/N. She whimpered, her voice full of emotion.

Your fingers grasped her chin before turning her face to yours. - It's your face Melissa, I'm obsessed with your face. Your eyes kept drinking in hers while you spoke - Your eyes they are so green and deep. - Your smile lights up the whole room, it's contagious.

You leaned closer, letting your fingertips touch the tip of her nose - Your nose is sharp and perfect. You traced a path to her lips, observing her face deeply, like you were a painter and she was your master piece. Your fingers moved to her lips softly, the pressure light but steady.

- And your mouth, God your mouth.

Melissa held her breath, her eyes started to close, she was hypnotized by your caresses. Her eyes snapped open when she felt you pulling away. But before she could protest in disappointment you moved your hands to her breasts squeezing them roughly. You couldn't keep yourself away from them for one more second. - And these are the star of the show. You felt her nipples get hard while you played with them.

Her head fell to your shoulder before she groaned. - Fucking chirst Y/N.

You lost any self control you had left and turned her around, pressing her back against the mirror, trapping her with your hands beside her head . - Do you see it now? You asked, your eyes full of lust.

Her lack of response gave you the impression that she was uncomfortable, so you started to move away shyly. - Fuck, sorry Mel, I know we work together. Before you could finish your sentence Melissa grabbed your face and crashed her lips against yours. She was furious and putting all of her desire and longing into that kiss.

You had no idea how long she had craved this, how long she had craved you. And having your hands and whispers seducing her like that was enough to take the red head to a breaking point.

All she could see was black, her hands moved over your body frantically, squeezing every piece of flesh she could find.

You moaned feeling how dominant she had became, letting her take charge of the kiss. Your hands moved to her shoulders, clutching with force, returning all the fire the woman was giving you. You opened your mouth, accepting her tongue in. Your mind was dizzy with desire, and you couldn't stop yourself from moaning again.

- Holy fuck. You panted. You kissed for minutes, or what seemed to be hours. You couldn't get enough of her taste and she seemed to be obsessed with yours. Every time you would stop to breathe the other would pull in again with force, continuing the intense kiss. Your hands tangled in her gorgeous hair and hers groping you forcefully.

When you felt yourself close to fainting from the lack of air, you moved away from her, catching your breath so you could take a sight of what had just happened.

You moved your hand over your chest, trying to recover.

- Wow Schemmenti, I always assumed you were a good kisser but this, this is something else.

When you caught her eyes, she was still silent, chest and face red, she looked dangerous, almost a predator looking at her pray. - Mel?

She moved closer to you before shoving you in the bed savagely. You fell on your elbows harshly. - Ouch! Melissa! You said looking her with surprise.

- You had your fun seducing and playing me like pudding in your hands. Now it's my turn. She said while moving on top of you.

Her hands moved to your neck before squeezing it. - And you know something Y/N? She said while leaning in, letting her mouth hover over yours. - I don't think I want to go to the club anymore.

[harkonnin]

* The heart is not meant to rule *

Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x Atreides!Reader

Tag list: @wo-ming-bai

Slow burn, knife kink, blood kink, strangers to lovers, softer!Feyd-Rautha, CONSENT, 18+, arranged marriage, assassination, poison, murder, etc

Previous Chapter - Travel south Current Chapter - You Fought Well ***

After a good night sleep, you awaken softly to the beating of Feyd’s heart on your ear. You’re snug against his chest and his arms softly hold you in place. Nothing about his actions at the moment scream ‘psychotic’, he seems like the most normal a person could be. His lack in softness towards others is missing when he is near you. You shift a little in his arms as you look up. His facial features soft as ever, no predator to be seen.

You’re staring at this point, at how handsome he really is. His soft lips, the swoop of his nose, the cheekbones. You lose yourself in thought until you get snapped back to reality.

“You’re staring,” he softly says.

He opens his eyes, and you find yourself stuck, a deer in headlights. His eyes on you almost suffocatingly intense, even though he’s not trying to. His stare deepens as he shifts his body a little bit so he can cup your face in his large hand. You only just notice his eyes are a soft icy blue and your eyes keep darting back and forth between his. He frowns at your reaction.

“Are you scared of me my lady Na-Baroness?” he asks as his hand makes its way down your shoulders.

You swallow at his soft touch, unable to form a proper sentence at this point. You just shake your head ‘no’, and feel his hand go behind you, as it settles on your lower back. He pulls you closer, forcing both of your bodies to be flush together. His eyes go down to your lips for a split second and you understand his meaning.

You kiss him, ever so softly, your hands on his chest, feeling his strong heartbeat as he lets you take the lead for once. His hand softly hovering over your back, ever so slightly pressing you closer to him as the kiss deepens. It’s far too pure for the both of you and it almost feels unnatural to your nature, but it also feels exactly right. In that moment everything just feels as if this is all it has to be.  

As the kiss deepens, he starts to kiss your chin and jawline, working his way to your ears and throat, nipping at it like a kitten demanding milk from its mother. He feels incredibly strong, even in these softer moments. He could easily overpower you in an instant, but he wants to make you feel safe. He reaches your collarbone and looks down at your body. You’re completely naked and vulnerable, as he takes it all in.

You feel his growing erection hitting your hip and legs, wanting attention. The last thing he’ll do is beg however, as he moves his head to be alight with yours once again. He kisses you a little bit more demanding than before, heating the both of you up in the moment. Your hands have a mind of their own as they travel over his chest, rock solid. You feel his inhales and exhales as you coast over his abdomen and down his hips.

As you grab his cock softly, he lets out a breathy moan as he continues to kiss you. It only stirs you on, arousing yourself in the moment. His cock is huge, thick and throbbing at this point. You decide to tease him further, giving him the bare minimum of friction that he so craves. He’s submissive to your touch, letting you decide what would happen here. This man that was a weapon to all who met him, both in the arena and outside, made you feel protected and safe in his embrace. His patience spread thin quickly, however.

“Stop teasing me woman,” his grip on your hip stronger and more demanding.

You let out a chuckle and he will have none of it. He grabs your leg and pulls it upward a bit, draping it over his hip. Your own arousal now more prominent to you, as your folds are wet with need for him. You let out a soft moan as his grip intensifies.

“I could get used to waking up like this every morning,” you speak softly against his lips before kissing him.

He kisses you back and lowers his hand to grab his cock out of your pathetic grasp. He angles it so it rubs against your heat. The touch eliciting another breathy gasp out of you.

“Anything for my lovely wife,” he purrs over your lips as he positions his cock perfectly, as it enters you softly.

As he sinks himself deeper inside of you, you lose all thought for a moment, forgetting everything around you and just staying in this moment. It feels different from last night, much more soft and less rushed. Your heart skips several beats and Feyd seems to know, the expression on your face obviously infatuated.

His hand comes back up cupping your face in it, the action not mimicking the intense stare he held on you. It almost felt a bit too much for you, if someone had told you that there would be a Harkonnen in your future, you would have never imagined someone so sweet to you. It seemed as if everything was in your favour, it all seemed too good to be true. Feyd started to frown at you and stopped moving altogether at this point.

You didn’t notice you were crying as a tear hit his hand. His face looked worried, obviously oblivious to your thoughts. You were so overwhelmed with emotions that you had no idea how to even start to explain yourself.

“Am I hurting you?” Feyd inquired, genuinely.

You almost laughed at his question, because it seemed so trivial. You shook your head and took his hand in yours.

“I’m wondering what I did to deserve someone like you Feyd. I’m… a bit overwhelmed with happiness, sorry.” You softly spoke back.

Feyd’s eyes didn’t seem so intense anymore, as a smile crept on his features. He seemed to understand what you meant and took your hand in his again, kissing the inside of your palm repeatedly. He was so incredibly sweet, only for you.

“These are the only tears I want to give you from now on,” he spoke with determination.

A promise, a rule, that he laid upon himself. His pace starts again, this time a bit quicker than before. It takes you by surprised and you left out a pathetic moan. His hand grips your leg a bit harder than before and as he pulls it upwards, he starts to hit the spot perfectly, your moans becoming louder than before.

It only seems to spur him on however, causing him to thrust a bit harder. You were seeing white lightning at this point, the ecstasy of the feeling overtaking your mind. Feyd was panting like a dog in heat, attacking your neck, biting down as his movements mimicked the urgency of his feelings.

You grab his neck as you feel your body responding to the wonderful feeling Feyd is giving you so willingly. Your orgasm reaches you faster than you thought, making you moan loudly. Feyd pulls his head back to watch you reach your climax as he thrusts faster into you, reaching his simultaneously. He kisses you as he cums inside of you, softly slowing down his thrusts as he spends all his seed inside. You have a hard time catching your breath whilst your body tries to calm down.

Feyd keeps his cock inside of you for as long as he can, softly letting it slip out when it’s soft again. As he reaches down, he sticks two fingers inside of you and presses inwards. As he takes them back out, he puts his fingers in his mouth, sucking his seed and your wetness in one go. It’s vulgar and erotic at the same time, making your face twitch a little bit.

“You taste so sweet wife,” he purrs as he starts kissing you again.

You taste the both of you on his tongue and find yourself agreeing that it tastes rather sweet. Like sweet liquorice almost. Eventually he stops kissing you and lets you go from his grip. He gets up and makes his way to the bathing area, preparing for the day. As you lay in bed you relish in the fact that this arranged marriage could have turned out way worse.

*

The day after the wedding was important as ever as you were required to sit in on a meeting between both families. You had imagined the day to be a bit different than your family and new family discussing your sexual prowess and activity with your recent husband, but tradition is tradition for a reason.

The Baron and your father were already talking with each other when you and Feyd entered the hall together. He kept you close to him, even moving your chair closer so he’d be able to touch you whenever he wanted.  As you sat down, he waited for you to be seated before he did. The Baron took note of this and frowned slightly. You didn’t understand why, but let it slide for now, you’d be able to ask Feyd later.

“How does married life fare, Feyd? I assume you have already exerted your duties towards house Harkonnen?”, it was more a statement than a question when the Baron questioned Feyd.

From where you were sitting you could see Feyd’s jaw clench slightly. He was seething. You wonder why the Baron was the only one who could get so under his skin, wondering what trauma he was put through when he was still a child.

“My wife is none of your concern, Baron,” he spat out.

His hand made its way to your knee under the table, almost as if he sought for something to ground him and his emotions. Your hand brushed his softly under the table, and he visibly calmed down. You looked at your father to help steer this conversation to something more friendly, and he took the hint as he coughed and started to speak.

“Maybe we should discuss our allegiance, Baron, since that’s why we’re all here for,” he sounded strong and determined.

The Baron kept watching Feyd, almost challenging his stare, before lifting his eyebrows and making eye contact with your father. Feyd let out a breath he wasn’t aware he was holding, and you clenched his hand in yours, his eyes darting towards you before squeezing your knee. He was thankful you were there even if he couldn’t tell you.

The rest of the conversation were mostly about politics between the two houses, the economics and sharing of resources, albeit way too boring at this point. They disagreed on certain topics, your father often sounding like the more mature one in the conversation. Feyd even let out an amused breath of air at one of his statements, causing the Baron to focus his attention on him again.

“Do you mock me in my own house, Na-Baron? Should I remind you that you’re not the Baron yet?”, he sounded offended and bitter.

You wonder if Feyd knew the implications of inducing the wrath of the Baron by openly laughing at him. Yet you knew nothing of their past together. Being left in the dark could make you a weakness to Feyd, you knew that.

The Baron had noticed a change in Feyd’s demeanour. An unspoken softness he witnessed yesterday in him. As Feyd looked at you he noticed something else as well. The markings you had left him the night before, the sweet love bites that blushed his white skin, embellishing the side of his neck and throat, making it clear he had allowed you to do so.

“Now I see, you’re infatuated by the witch!”, he spoke out, shooting you an accusatory glance.

Feyd shot his head back to the Baron, eyes piercing him, challenging him to offend you ever further.

“What did you call my wife?”

His voice was back, gravely and harsh, almost sounding like a snake’s hissing. He let go of your hand and slowly stood up keeping his eyes glued on the Baron. Leto spoke up.

“Keep her out if this, she has nothing to do with it,” he tried to defend you, but it seemed to divert even more so attention to you. “She’s a witch! She made her mark on you, and you let her. No Harkonnen will bow for a woman, yet you did! You showed weakness Feyd, you’ll lose the throne that way!” He barked out, making Feyd more aggressive by the second.

No one was allowed to talk about you like that, certainly not him, after what he put Feyd through his entire life. You felt his seething anger, it was like he was boiling from the inside out. You looked over to your mother, in fear of what might happen, but she reassured you.

‘He won’t attack. Keep calm.’ She signed at you.

Feyd slammed the table as you were monitoring your breathing, and you flinched.

“We are leaving,” he spits out as he turns to you and picks your hand up, a little too hard.

Your brows frown a bit at his strength but your mother nods at you to go along.

‘As planned’, she speaks to you through telepathy.

It reassures you in a way that it tells you it is safe. You don’t know what the plan is which she speaks of, but you know she would never out you in a situation where you would be harmed.

Feyd takes long strides as he pulls you along with him, passing by several guards and servants, unaware of his own strength as he’s practically crushing your hand. He just wants to be rid of the Baron and his comments, but you fear his insecurity will get the better of him. What if he thinks that you truly have bewitched him in a way?

[princessconsuela120]

☁ THE FAMILY JEWELS ☁

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Summary: You meet ominis' family for the first time.

Warnings: cursing, anger, crucio, angst

Author's Note: I hope you guys enjoy, i freaking love this one so much!

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OMINIS NEVER FAILED TO BE EXCEPTIONALLY VOCAL WHENEVER HE WAS ANGRY. You realized this when you and Sebastian had gone behind his back with dark magic, even when you decided to take him flying on your first date instead of the calm night in Hogsmeade he had suggested. It’s nit that he didn’t like the date -any time with you was enough for him- but despite the fact you flew like a hawk, he was never to fond to flying. He had grumbled and growled, and even groaned a few times while you glided through the air, quickly making you realize that upsetting your adorable blonde boyfriend would always be an obvious emotion. Sebastian had noticed this especially today, considering every time Professor Sharpe started a sentence, Ominis groaned as let his head fall to the table. Sebastian has grown accustomed to letting his hand rest on the table, so ominis’ head would bump against the hardwood.

“Yo, mate, stop grumbling to yourself, you're gonna draw attention to me cheating.” Sebastian whispered, making Ominis perk up slightly, completely forgetting he was supposed to be taking an exam.

“Oh, sorry. I didn’t realize.” He replied, causing Professor Sharpe to clear his throat at the whispering.

“Mr Sallow, Mr Gaunt, there should be no talking.”

“I was just, guiding him Professor Sharpe. You know, he’s blind he can’t see the paper.” Sebastian explained, making Ominis roll his eyes.

“Alright, do it quietly.” Professor Sharpe said, returning to the texts that he was grading. Ominis nudged Sebastian, trying to stop him from cheating off his paper, being extra angry with him at the moment. It was Sebastian’s fault, he was just already on edge.

“You’re such a prick.” Ominis hissed, making Sebastian gasp with fake hurt.

“I’m not a prick, I’m smart. And that hurts Ominis.”

“Cry about it.”

“What is up yours today?” Sebastian asked, nudging ominis as the blonde rolled his eyes again. “Y/n didn’t let you hit last night?”

“Professor! I need to go to the restroom.” Ominis shouted, not letting Sebastian say anything else to piss him off.

“Make it quick Gaunt.”

“Hey! I didn’t mean to offend you..” Sebastian said, getting up to follow ominis.

“Mr Sallow..”

“Hold on Professor, my boy needs me.” Sebastian said, quickly following ominis out of the room, regardless of the angry glare that he received from Professor Sharpe.

“You’re going to get in trouble for following me.”

“I don’t mind. I’m already sure I’m going to fail anyway. What’s got you so worked up?” Sebastian asked, making Ominis sigh.

“It’s my father.”

“You’re father? You haven’t spoken to them since..”

“Since they tried to marry me to my cousin, yes.” 

It hadn’t been too long ago in the year, but Mr Gaunt had attempted to set up ominis with his cousin, Anastasia. While he loved his cousin yes, he didn’t love her that way. And by no means would he let his father marry him to anyone but you.

“What does he want?” Sebastian asked, earning yet another sigh from ominis, who stopped walking and lower the light on his wand.

“Somehow, they found out about y/n.” 

“Oh shit.”

“Yeah. And now they’re ordering I bring her to meet them, or else they’re pulling me from Hogwarts and sending me to Durmstrang.” He explained, making Sebastian jump up angrily.

“But that’s all the way on the other side of the country! They can’t do that!” He shouted, and ominis sighed.

“They can actually. No matter what I do I know I’m going to need to bring her. I just, I don’t want to scare her off. My parents are very intense. If they find out she isn’t pure blood they’ll go berserk. No matter what, I don’t see this ending well.”

“Well, it’s not a big deal Ominis, I mean you’ll make it work.” Sebastian said, referring to the smart nature of ominis’ decisions, a nature that Sebastian lacks himself.

“Not a big deal? The second they find out she isn’t of pure blood status I can kiss my love goodbye!” He shook his head, getting angry with Sebastian as he thought of never seeing you again. “They’ll attack her, banish her even. I wouldn’t be surprised if they..if they even..”

“You can’t think like that Ominis.” Sebastian interrupted, knowing where the conversation was going and shaking his head to dismiss it. “I know they’ve hurt you, but I don’t think they would do that to y/n.”

“I’m not too sure. I love her more than anything. I don’t want to subject her to that.”

“Look, ominis. All I know is that y/n doesn’t judge you for your family. She knows what they’re like, she knows how you grew up and she still loves you. At this point I don’t think anything could scare her away from you.”

— ☁

“I got your owl love, what’s wrong?” You ask, meeting with Ominis at the astronomy tower. He had a nervous look on his face, you could immediately tell he wasn’t okay.

“You know how Christmas break is coming up, right?” He asked, taking a deep breath as you grabbed his hands, squeezing them carefully.

“Yes.”

“And you know how I usually stay at your house to avoid my parents?”

“Of course. Speaking of, my mom made her classic Yule log cake this year. She says she added a secret ingredient, which I know means extra sugar but I let her think it’s a surprise.” You explained, chuckling to yourself as Ominis tried to laugh along, but you could tell something was wrong.

“Hey, is everything alright?” You asked softly, running a hand through his hair as he sighed.

“Yeah…well, no. It’s not.”

“Then what’s the matter? Ominis, love you can tell me.”

“I received an owl from my father this morning. He orders I bring you to Gaunt Manor for a day over break so my family can meet you.”

“Oh.” He sighed, shaking his head.

“Exactly. I know it’s too much. I don’t want to put you through that I just, i know he’s not gonna budge, and I don’t know what to do I just…”

“Ominis, darling calm down.” You said, grabbing his shoulder to stop his rambling. “I would love to go with you, okay? One night, then we can go right back to mine and eat my moms Yule log.” You explained, kissing his cheek to soothe him.

“You mean it?” 

“Of course love. I know your family is Rocky, but hey, if I can help to make that relationship any easier I will.” 

“But, y/n, when they find out you’re not a pure blood…I don’t know if I can protect you from what they say.” You sighed, nodding at him.

“It’s alright. I can take it, I’m tough.” You joked, making him laugh as he shook his head.

“I know but…” you interrupted him again, not letting him finish.

“You seem to forget I defeated Rookwood, probably the most pure blood lunatic ever. I’ve heard my fair share of mud blood insults, at this point they’re just noise. Yes, they hurt, but nothing your parents can say to me will have any effect on how I feel about you. If anything it’d make me admire you more, considering how far you’ve grown.” 

“Have I ever told you how much I love you?” He asked, squeezing your hands with a smile.

“All the time, but a little bit more couldn’t hurt.”

“Well, I do.” He said, kissing your forehead.

“And I you.”

— ☁

“Are you sure? Sebastian is just a flu flame away. You can always hide at his house, I can tell my parents we broke up.” Ominis asked, the two of you walking hand in hand to his front porch.

“Darling, take a deep breath. It’s alright. I’ll be right here by your side.” You explained, squeezing his hand to reassure him.

“I can only protect you from so much…”

“All I need from you is to hold my hand.”

“Squeeze it when you need me.”

“I will.” You said, ominis knocking on the door with a nervous sigh as his brow began to sweat.

“Son, welcome back. It’s been a while.” Mr Gaunt greeted. Not a smile or look of kindness in his face. He looked evil, angry, empty, and terrifying all at the same time.

“It has. This is y/n l/n, my girlfriend.” He introduced you, smiling at his dad. You could tell ominis had set up a facade in front of his dad. He was different.

“Good to meet you dear.” Mrs Gaunt smiled as she greeted you. She seemed kinder than Ominis’ father, but not by much. Just enough to greet you at the door.

“L/n, I haven’t heard of that. Is your family pure?” Ominis’ father asked, making him sigh.

“Pardon?” You asked, surprised by the question.

“Not now father. We’ve hardly even gotten in the door.” Ominis said, a nervous laugh leaving his lips as he walked in.

“I’m just concerned for your future son. You know how we feel about mudbloods.”

Mudbloods, a term he just threw out in the air as if it didn’t hurt your soul to hear.

“Cassius.” Mrs.Gaunt, whose name you’d learn is Astoria said, warning her husband as she smiled at you both. “Come on in you guys.”

“Thank you. You have a lovely home Mr and Mrs Gaunt.” You complimented, feeling a light squeeze from ominis and sending him a smile.

“It’s historic. The house of Gaunt, maybe the most honored manor in all of England.”

“I bet.”

“I’m sorry.” He whispered, making you smile.

“It’s alright. Deep breaths.” You whispered back.

“Why don’t we get to dinner then?” Astoria offered, making you and ominis nod.

“That sounds wonderful.”

You had all gathered at the dinner table, the longest dinner table you’d seen in your life. Of course Cassius sat at the head, you and ominis together beside him, and his mother across from you. You felt out of place, a different contrast from your cozy small round table.

“So son, no quidditch this year?”

“Unfortunately not father, you know I like to focus on grades.”

“Yes, of course. Unlike that halfblood friend of yours.”

Sebastian. You felt your blood boil at his fathers comment.

“Father, please. Don’t speak of Sebastian that way.” Ominis pleaded, making his father scoff.

“Sorry son, I just don’t understand why those lower than us don’t decide to prove themselves. Working in class is the least those sallow’s Can do to prove themselves.”

“Sebastian is actually a very talented duelist.” You say, earning looks from everyone at the table, all a different kind of look as you glanced around at each person.

“Is he now?” Cassius asked, causing you to freeze.

“Father..”

“No, I’m intrigued. Do you think that knowing a few spells is gonna protect your status in this world?” 

You pressed your lips together, taking a sip of water to wash down your food before looking over at Cassius.

“With all due respect sir, status is only as far as how pure of blood you are.” His face grew angry. “I may be born from muggles, but that doesn’t mean I can’t just as easily beat you in a duel.” 

“You think you could beat me in a duel? You, a mudblood?” 

You let the name slip off his tongue and onto the floor, not reacting to try and keep things civil as you nodded.

“I do.”

“Unbelievable. An insolent child. A mudblood nonetheless. What do you know of magic? That a hippogroff can fly and levioso can make a feather float? You are ignorant, and worthless in the eyes of the world, you should be wise how you speak to those allowing you to live off our land.” 

“You use these hurtful words and dark curses to mask your own insecurities. Just because you were born from ancestors of a Hogwarts founder, and married your cousin, doesn’t make you any better than me. I work just as hard, if not harder because the world likes to knock me down for being simplistic and outcasted. I respect you sir, you’re the father of the boy I love, but I will not change myself to make you happy. You can turn me inside out and find that my blood comes from humans, but we both bleed red.”

Ominis could help but gawk at you. The things you said, the way you said them, his heart melted in his chest. He was sure he never loved you as much as he did in that moment.

“You dare speak to me like that in my own home? If you claim to love my son, you’d respect his patriarch.” His father seethed, practically steaming at the ears.

“This doesn’t seem much like a home. It’s a house, a decoration for you to strut your power for all the world to see. Ominis has never felt home here, and you haven’t worked to make it that for him. I need not show you respect in a place of torture and dark magic.” You tested, stepping up to ominis’ father as he stood up.

“What do you know of dark magic?” He hissed, causing you to narrow your eyes at him.

“I know enough.”

The room went quiet for a few seconds before Cassius spoke.

“Your words make me think you need learn more.”

“Enough! Come on y/n, we’re leaving.” Ominis said, grabbing your hand, afraid of what more might happen.

“How dare you show disrespect to your own father, for what? A mudblood!?”

Ominis didn’t listen, instead he walked out with you in his hand.

“Someone needs to teach you a lesson of how this world works. Being a mudblood doesn’t make you worthy, it makes you a freak of nature!” Cassius shouted, following ominis out the door, when finally, ominis heard enough.

“Keep your mouth shut of people you know nothing about! She may be born from muggles, but y/n and her family will always be better than you!” 

As you both started to aparate to Sebastian’s home, Cassius shouted a curse in your direction. You jumped in the way before it could hit him. You both separated in time, but the curse still hit you.

“Ominis? You’re here early.” 

“Sebastian, please! She needs help!” Ominis shouted, watching you writhe in his arms in pain.

“What’s wrong? What happened?” Sebastian asked nervously, coming to see you struggle.

“My father, he..”

But he didn’t need to explain. The second Sebastian saw the sparks of red magic leaving her skin, paired with the look of anguish mixed with painful groans that left your lips, he knew. 

You could only see darkness. And pain. And for a few minutes, you swore the world was ending. Until it wasn’t, and your eyes opened, and you saw love.

“Love?” Ominis asked softly, running his hands through your hair comfortingly, his face full of worry.

“Well, that was fun huh?” You teased, making him laugh.

“Why would you do that to me? I lost my mind worrying for you.” 

“Aww, my big teddy bear. You worried for me?” You asked, pouting at him as he smiled, holding your face in his hands.

“I always worry for you. Y/n, I’m so sorry. I can’t believe he said those things about you. This was exactly what I was afraid of.”

“It’s alright.” 

“It’s not. You’re so much more than who your parents are. Merlin, it made me so angry.” Ominis explained, shaking his head angrily.

“I know, I know.” You said, laughing in response.

“Why are you laughing? Only you could get hit with crucio and start laughing.”

“Because you’re adorable. Protecting me from your family, it just makes me love you more.” You explained, kissing his hand that was holding your cheek.

“They are far from my family. This is, this place. You. You’re my home, y/n.” He placed a soft kiss to your lips, pulling away with a soft smile, his cheeks blushed red.

“Good. I hope I can give you the family you deserve.”

“More than that.”

“Bud, you know you’re always welcome here. Both of you.” Sebastian explained, smiling at you both before scoffing. “And besides, Solomon is about ready to build you both a room here anyway.”

They all laughed, smiling at Sebastian.

“Thank you Sebastian.”

“Of course mate. I couldn’t imagine you anywhere else.”

“Me neither. Right here, home.” Ominis said, kissing you once more before you all went inside, celebrating the holiday with your true family.

[milla-frenchy]

Roads part 5

4k8 | Joel Miller x fem reader Chapt summary: you and Joel finally manage to deal with your mutual feelings Warnings: 18+ mdni. Kinda perv!Joel (panties sniffing, peeping Tom, jerking off in semi public: car at night), alternate POV, masturbation, oral (f/m receiving), cum eating (m/f), dirty talk, nose riding, spitting, chocking, ass play, degradation, praise kink, unprotected piv, creampie, mentions of possessiveness a/n: thank you, always @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog for correcting me ❤️ love you 🫶🫶🫶 Spotify playlist | ao3 | Series masterlist

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Part 4

“What the fuck Joel?” Tommy said after Joel opened the door.

Joel looked at him annoyed.

"You really think I haven’t noticed your attitude? And still you won’t talk to me. You're a fucking brick wall. As for her, these last weeks she refused to go out for a drink. Couldn’t meet her before or after work. I had to pound on her door this morning until she finally opened up. She didn't want to tell me anything, she was withdrawn like I'd never seen her before. You know why?"

Joel looked at his brother but didn't respond.

"She didn't want me to know. And she remained evasive, I just managed to get a few sentences out of her. After that she was ready to kick me outta her house"

"Not your damn business. Already told ya"

"Actually it is. She's my best friend. And you're acting like an ass. You don't want to commit, ok? A little late though. But stop being an ass to her. Respect her, talk to her. If you want to end the relationship do it, but stop acting like a fucking brat."

Tommy left, and Joel returned to his couch. Almost two weeks passed since your argument and you haven't had any contact. Several times he wanted to send you a message or come to your house, without ever taking the plunge. The more days passed, the more he lacked courage and the less he knew how to get out of this situation.

He didn't know whether to come back to you and try to fix things or end the relationship completely.

Yet he missed you. A lot. At night, in his bed, he would bury his face in the pillow you had been sleeping on, to smell you. It was barely noticeable now, and he dreamed of ever smelling you again. He had left your things where they were. A toothbrush, hairbrush, shampoo, some clothes including one of his shirts that you sometimes wore, hanging behind the bedroom door. Your bottle of perfume. Sometimes he sprayed it on a cloth to smell it.

The photo of the two of you, in his dining room. Frozen moment where he smiled at the camera while you were kissing him on the cheek. You asked him just before to take a photo, and at the last moment you kissed him. Fleeting stolen moment, of his surprised but so natural smile. Happy. Your cheek, wrinkled, showed your own smile.

Another photo of the two of you, in his room. You took it one morning. He was lying on his stomach, his face turned towards you, his arm resting across your chest. He was sleeping. You were lying on your back, your arm under his neck and your hand resting on his hair. You were looking at the camera. The photo was a little blurry, but showed one of your breasts and your bare skin, his shoulder and part of his back. Naked too.

He had grabbed one of your panties from the laundry basket, and couldn't bring himself to wash them. The faint smell of your pussy didn't linger there for long. More than one night he had smelt it before jerking off, thinking of all the times his tongue was buried in your pussy, or slowly swirled around your clit. Those times he licked his fingers after fingering you because he couldn't get enough of your taste. Those times when he woke you up, his head already between your legs, his tongue on your clit and two fingers in your pussy.

His hand gripped his cock so tightly when he jerked off, that by the time he came he was on the border between pleasure and pain.

He parked a few times not far from your work, to watch you. He parked in an adjacent street of your house, and waited in the morning and evening light, without you being able to see him. He watched you walk, he looked at your hair, your curves. Your face. He was trying to read your thoughts. 

He had the chance to see you one evening, through your bedroom window. He started jerking off in his car, until a police car drove by and he had to leave before arousing suspicion. He had finished jerking off at home.

Your absence was unbearable, but he didn't know if he was capable of taking on this relationship without hurting you again. He didn't trust himself, and began to perceive that the reproaches he had addressed to you were in fact aimed at him.

He hesitated for a few moments, his phone in hand. He looked at his lock screen: a dock overlooking a lake, surrounded by a dark forest. The loneliness implied by this image jumped out at him. Did he want this solitude, or did he think he wanted it?

He unlocked his phone and started typing a message.

*************

You were lying on your couch, under your blanket, when you heard the notification.

*Can I come over tonight?*

You dropped your phone on your chest before looking at the ceiling.

You had been waiting for days, hoping that he would contact you.

Those days had passed without you realizing it. You went to work, returned home , and waited until the next day. Without doing anything at home. No laundry, no tidying up, no cleaning. Coffee cups were piling up in the kitchen and on the coffee table. The dishes were lying around in the sink. You couldn't find the motivation to do anything.

You tried to finger yourself once, without success. Unable to make yourself cum, for the first time in a long time. You missed his hands. You missed his cock. You missed him. You ended up crying, seeing your inability to reach orgasm.

You reread his message. You knew he would get the read notification.

You started typing “I don’t want that. Sorry"

Before deleting it and placing your phone back on your chest.

************

Joel stared at his phone since he sent you the message. He saw the checkmark indicating that you received it, then read it. He was waiting for your response, but nothing.

He saw the bubble indicating that you were typing. Then nothing again.

He was starting to worry and tried to push away the urge to go straight to your house. After his previous behavior, he really didn't want to be intrusive, but worry was nagging at him.

He picked up his phone again. Nothing.

He tapped again.

*********

You grabbed your phone when you heard the new notification.

*Please*

Fuck. You didn't expect that. You waited a few minutes and replied *Ok*. Then you looked at the mess in your house and got up from the couch. It was time to tidy up.

When the evening came, everything was put away and you were dressed. Jeans, t-shirt, button-down plaid shirt.

There was a knock on the door and you went to open it.

You held your breath when you saw him. Jeans, black t-shirt. Puppy brown eyes. Fuck. He was gorgeous.

“Hey”

“Hey. Come on in.”

You went to sit on one side of the couch, he sat on the other. An empty place between you two.

You waited for him to speak. His gaze was fixed on his shoes. A few minutes passed before he started " 'm sorry"

You were about to answer when he added in a whisper "I know I already said it. After the pub. I know. I'm a mess. And I don't deserve you" his eyes didn't leave his shoes.

"It's not about whether you deserve me or not, Joel. I’m the one who can judge that. It's about what you want."

He looked at you.

"You. I want you. I wanna be with you. I wanna try again, in a better way, but I don't know how to do it. I don't know how to deal with my emotions. They overwhelm me… they always do. And when it happens, I don't know how to handle them"

You felt your heart tighten. You were dying to hold him close to you. But you couldn't give in to this urge so quickly. Not after your last argument and how you felt since then.

"I was serious Joel. I don’t want a relationship like that, where you’re hurting me"

"I know. I never wanted to, but I know I did. 'm sorry"

He clutched his hands together, barely looking at you.

“Do you trust me Joel?” You asked him

He looked at you and said "totally"

"I never wanted someone else, since we're seeing each other. That includes Stefan.”

His eyebrows furrowed but he lowered them quickly and nodded.

“What happened was a serious warning. And after this, I don’t know if there will be more”

"I know, sweetheart. I know"

You stood up and came to face him. He wrapped his arms around your waist and held his head against your belly. You grabbed his chin and made him look up at you.

“Get up”

You pulled him into your arms, as he buried his face in your neck. He inhaled your scent so hard that you could hear his breathing.

He held you tighter against him. You felt his bulge against your crotch and your desire was overwhelming you.

You took his hand and walked up the stairs. Without stopping, without speaking. You didn’t know if you were making a mistake, and you didn’t want to think about it.

Once in the room, he hugged you and kissed you. So softly and delicately that you felt yourself melting. You missed everything about him so much.

He unbuttoned your shirt, took off your t-shirt, then your bra.

“Lie down, sweetheart”

You lied down as he undressed completely. You looked at his erect cock and felt the wetness in your pussy.

He joined you on the bed and took off your jeans and panties at the same time.

"You're so beautiful, baby"

He settled between your legs, his mouth at your pussy, before brushing your clit with his nose, then your folds. He inhaled you and his cock grew even harder.

"I missed you so much. You have no idea"

Tears were coming to the corner of your eyes but you didn’t want to cry. His words made your heart flutter but you didn’t want to let go emotionally. You quickly wiped your tears with the back of your hand.

He stuck out his tongue, and licked your dripping entrance. He reached into your folds and you were already moaning, forgetting your tears. Your hands tighten in his hair, spreading your thighs as wide as possible.

You pressed your mound against his mouth, as his tongue moved up against your clit.

"Tell me what you want" he said, looking at you.

"Your fingers. Please"

He inserted his middle finger into your soaking pussy and swirled it gently.

“Another one Joel, please”

He added his index finger.

“Oh god,” you said.

His tongue swirled over your clit, and you already felt your pleasure building.

“Fuck me with your fingers, Joel.”

He picked up the pace and turned his fingers towards that sensitive spot.

"I'm gonna… i'm gonna come Joel. I'm… oh… fuck. Joel… i'm gonna…"

Your orgasm swept over you. Devastated you. Like a gigantic wave crushing you.

He came back up to you and kissed you. You were electrified by your taste on his tongue.

He grabbed his cock in his hand and slid it into your entrance, forcing himself not to go any further just yet.

“Joel…,” you mumbled, trying to pull him closer to you to sink deeper.

"Wait a minute, sweetheart. Wait a minute. I wanna… i wanna feel you. I missed you. I just wanna… feel you around my tip. Wanna feel you warmin’ me". 

You felt safe, with his arms on either side of your face. You kissed him, slipping your tongue into his mouth and mingling his. Then, you pulled out your tongue to lick his lips. You groaned against his mouth.

He gently grabbed your face in his hands, forcing you to look at him.

"I love you"

Still looking at you, he slowly pushed himself into you, with one push, until he bottomed out. The sensation prevented you from responding even if you had wanted to. He stopped and kissed you, buried in you. He groaned, resisting the urge to move.

"It's so good. You're so good, baby. So good for me. Fuck… 'm gonna fuck you now"

He withdrew almost completely, before thrusting in again. Picking up the pace.

" 'm not gonna last, sweetheart, I'm sorry. It's too good. Missed it too much"

You slipped your index finger into his mouth, which he sucked while looking at you, then you passed your hand between your two bodies before reaching your clit. You rubbed it under your finger gently, until you felt your orgasm approaching.

"Fuck me Joel. Make me come on your cock"

He picked up the pace, pinning you against the bed.

Until you came, and he froze inside you, while you felt his jets of cum shoot deep in your pussy.

He immediately pulled out, settling between your legs to eat you. He ran his tongue over your clit, then into your pussy, licking up everything that came out. As if he wanted to take everything from you, including himself.

“Joel,” you panted “I can’t… too soon…”

He didn't stop, moving from your clit to your entrance and holding you pinned against the bed with his hands on your hips.

You squirmed beneath him. Your orgasm was almost painful. Almost. It floored you, making you cum under his tongue.

He came back to lie down next to you and hugged you. You murmured "I love you too, Joel"

Weeks passed, then months. Sarah had returned twice for a few days.

You and Joel had found a way that worked for both of you. You regularly slept at one or the other's house but kept some moments for yourself.

You meant to delete Stefan from your contacts but didn’t. If you did it, you’d want it to be according to your wishes, not to avoid confrontation.

You had gone on weekends together a few times and you were trying to balance alone time at home, going out as a couple, and going out with Tommy and Maria.

You still talked a lot and you loved his calm side, his quiet strength. You wondered how such a person could have lost control in a snap of his fingers, twice.

He continued to express his possessiveness while fucking you and you loved it.

There had been no other arguments. Nothing that could have caused one, either. You often thought about the difficult times you had, but you tried not to think it could happen again.

You came back from a seminar for which you had been absent for four days, going directly to Joel's house upon your return, as agreed.

You had barely closed the front door when Joel was against you, his hands on every curve of your body, from your cheeks which he had pressed against his palms while kissing you, to your hips.

You told him "wait, let me shower"

He grumbled “don’t care” and picked you up before you wrapped your legs around his hips.

“Joel let me take a shower"

“Already told you no” he growled, before carrying you to his bedroom.

Once there, he leaned you against the wall before leaving kisses from your lips to your neck, passing by your cheeks and the lobes of your ears.

“Missed you way too much baby”, he said between kisses.

Then he released you and quickly took off all your clothes, before telling you to lay down on the bed. Which you did, not taking your eyes off him.

You saw his chest rise to the rhythm of his breathing. He took off his clothes, facing the bed. Once naked, he spat in his hand and started to jerk off slowly while watching you. “Fuck… come here Joel, please”

He shook his head. And you looked at his body, moving from his eyes, his face and his hair, to his broad shoulders, his chest, his waist, his cock, his thighs. You wanted to lick every inch of his body.

He smirked, when your eyes returned to his.

"Touch yourself"

“Joel,” you whined.” I've been touching myself these last days, I want you now"

“What were you thinking about when you touched yourself, naughty girl?”

“Joel…”

“Stop whining. Touch yourself and tell me what you thought about”

You sighed before sliding your middle finger into your wet pussy, then bringing it back up to your clit and twirling it gently under your fingers. Your eyes fixed on Joel who continued to jerk off slowly.

"I thought about you. Your cock. The way you fuck me”

“Which way?”

"Thought about your cock in my mouth, hitting my throat until you came, shooting your cum against it. How I swallowed it all."

You saw him flinch before catching himself "What else?"

You ran your finger through your pussy again to get more moisture before returning to your clit “thought about waking up while you were already fucking me"

”You like that, right? Such a slut”

Your body jerked and your back arched against the bed. You released the pressure on your clit, barely grazing it. You didn't want to cum right away.

“And then?”

“When you fuck me on all fours and put a finger in my ass”

He smirked “What else do you like?”

You picked up the pace on your clit before responding “I love when you eat my ass before fucking it with your big cock"

“Shit, babe… Tell me how it feels”

“I… fuck… I feel full. It’s painful at first while my ass gets used to your cock”

“Fuck… What next?”

“Then” you stopped, positioning your index finger in the exact spot where you knew you would come “ I can’t think anymore. I stay there, ass fucked, and I feel like you’re gonna tear me apart. I feel possessed. Like an animal and… oh fuck…”

“Go ahead baby. Come. Come for me”

You came, your other hand cupping one of your breasts, "good girl, cuming for me when I ask you to" you moaned and felt another spasm, hearing him.

Joel lay down on top of you and pushed his cock in your pussy, bottoming out.

“Oh! Fuck… Joel!”

“Shut up just… just take my fucking cock,” he grabbed your wrists in his hands and pinned them above your head, before pounding you "yeah, just like that" he said.

He knelt down before taking your ankles in his hands and placing them on his shoulders.

His pace was fast, and the position allowed him to fuck you deeply. Your breasts swayed under his rhythm. “That’s it…. take it baby. Take it good. 'm gonna ruin your fuckin pussy tonight”

After a few minutes, he lowered your legs and put them around his hips, spreading your hips as far as he could with his hands. He held your hips and started to rub your clit with his thumb, and resumed an equally brutal pace.

“Fuck… you’re so tight… How many times did you make yourself cum during the seminar?”

“Every night”

“That’s my girl” He slowed down the pace, just long enough to run his saliva over your pussy, and see it slide onto his cock, which he pushed into you immediately.

“Talk to me. Tell me how you feel”

“Can’t… Too much... Too thick... Too rough”

“Too rough huh?”

He pulled out and grabbed you before turning you around.

Barely settled on all fours, he placed his hands on your hips and thrust into you, at a slow but deep pace, before running his saliva onto your ass and pressing his thumb there.

“ that's what you want? My finger in your ass while I fuck you from behind?”

“Yeah,” you moaned.

He picked up the pace until he was pounding you again, the first knuckle of his thumb buried in your ass.

“I want you to cum. Now", he groaned.

You lowered your chest to rest your head on the bed, before sliding your hand against your pussy. Instead of rubbing your clit, you reached his balls, and rolled them under your fingers.

He growled before grabbing you under the breasts and pulling you up, your back against his chest. With his other hand, he slid down to your clit.

“Missed my balls, too?”

You nodded.

”Such a whore. Come on, come on my cock. You can do it, baby. I wanna feel you squeezin’ me”

Your orgasm came fast, and he bit your earlobe as his movements became even faster, until he came deep inside your pussy.

You collapsed onto the bed, his hands still on your hips to stay inside you.

“God I missed you baby” he said. 

One evening at Joel's house, you were sitting on the couch reading, your legs tucked under you, and Joel was working on small wooden sculptures on the dining room table.

You asked him “why do you think we mostly fuck rough?”

“Does it bother you?”

"No no, not at all. It's just that I'm wondering. We both want it, but why so?"

"I think... part of the answer has to do with the fact that I... want you. Really. Physically. I want you to be mine, it makes me an animal, I want to protect you, to touch you, have you. Completely, even if it's in vain. So each time I try to have you again. And we found each other well, because I think… you want to be protected, and possessed. By me. I think you want to be mine. Truly and deeply"

You were left speechless, to the point that he spoke again slowly, "did I say something I shouldn't? Am I wrong?"

“Fuck, no. I think uh… I think you’re right"

“Ok, and what do you think about that?”

“I think I want you to fuck me rough,” you both laughed.

You thought about what he just said, your hand over your mouth, looking at him, before finally launching yourself "I have... this need. In me. Like a void that wants to be filled. Not all the time. But when you are near me... it often tightens inside me, physically. My thighs tighten and... my pussy clenches. I don't even know if I can control it, and I think I don't want to. When you're near me, I have this basic need and I like to feel it. But it scares me too"

"Why?"

"I've never felt that. I don't like being dependent, in general. And I've never felt so strong and so weak at the same time"

His brows furrowed "What do you mean weak? I don't want you to feel weak"

"Shit...I can't believe I'm gonna say that. It reminds me that I'm a woman. A female, in the pure animal definition. I need to be fucked. When you're inside me, especially when you wrap your arms around me, it's like nothing could happen to me. Because you are here, you protect me. It's a very primal feeling"

“And you said you felt strong at the same time?”

"Yes, it's quite strange to feel these two opposing sensations, but when I'm with you I have the impression of having an immense power. In general and... over you"

He smiled, like he knew exactly what you were talking about "How so?"

"I feel deep down that I'm controlling you, sexually. It's terrible to say, I'm sorry, it's not a nice thing to say. But deep down, I feel like I'm controlling you. It's hard to explain"

“No, I see very well what you’re talking about"

"Really?"

"I realized it the night of the altercation at the pub. The way you turned the situation into a game, after assessing my state of mind. You were scrutinizing me. There I realized that since the beginning, you took me wherever you wanted, and not the other way around. Physically, you control me"

"Yet, when we fuck, you often seem in charge"

"I want to have you so bad, I would do anything for it. I feel so possessive and jealous" he raised his hands in apologetic gesture before adding "I know, I know, I have to keep working on it. And I do, I swear. But my deep nature, with you, is very primary. Possession, protection. It translates sexually, but according to your limits. I want you to be happy, I want to see you smile. I want to make you come. And I want my cock to be as thick, as big as possible, so that you feel me completely. So that I can answer your needs. So that I can fill you. When I'm inside you, no one can touch you. Your eyes are on me, I want them to be. I want to have my cock in your mouth, because you don't think about anyone else when you suck me"

You smiled. 

“When I am dominant with you, I forget my doubts, and I respond to your needs, I believe. And it happens naturally”

You nodded before saying "wow, if I had known I would have asked this question sooner"

“Now I want you to get undress, Joel, and come lie on the couch"

He looked at you and undressed completely before settling on the couch. You took off your dress, bra and panties.

You settled between his legs and ran your tongue from his balls to the base of his cock. Then you told him “now i’m gonna ride that nose baby, and you’re gonna make me come in your mouth”

He nodded, and you straddled his face, your pussy level with his mouth. You lowered yourself until his tongue touched your pussy. He kept his tongue erect, and you continued to go down slowly as if you were impaling yourself on it. You tilted your pelvis so that his nose was rubbing against your clit and you began to grind your pussy against him. He groaned and closed his eyes, but you said “look at me when I’m fucking myself on your face”. He opened his eyes.

“Good boy,” you said, staring at him, and you heard him groan in the folds of your pussy at these words.

“Come on Joel. Make me fuckin come”

He grabbed your thighs in his hands and pulled you towards him, his tongue pushing as deep into your pussy as possible.

“Fuck…”

“Use my nose. Use my fuckin nose to come” he said

His words eventually made you cum, your hand clenched in his curls as you continued to grind against him until your spasms stopped.

You got off the couch, and Joel said “On your knees baby. Won’t be long”

You knelt down as he stood up. He took his hard cock in his hand and moved closer, before wrapping your hair in his fist.

“Open, tongue out”

You stuck out your tongue and he slapped your cheeck with his cock. Once. You waited, tongue still hanging out.

He put the tip of his cock on it and started jerking off

“Fuck baby…i’m gonna shoot my load all over your face”

He leaned down slightly before spitting on his cock, watching as the saliva ran down your tongue. You moaned.

“don’t move”

He began to slide his cock over your tongue, gently. You parted your lips further so he could continue filling your mouth, until he hit the back of your throat. You gasped but didn’t pull away.

“Good girl, takin’ me so well in her mouth”

He pulled back, returning to rest his tip on your tongue, before sliding it all the way in again. When he slammed against your throat, he held you against him with his fist.

“Breathe, baby”

Then he released his grip and withdrew.

“‘m gonna paint your face, baby. Keep your mouth open"

He jerked off quickly, his fist still clenched in your hair, keeping your face close to his cock.

“Such a slut, waiting for my load”

You blinked to show him your acquiescence.

He picked up the pace of his wrist and you closed your eyes just before the first jets of hot cum shot onto your face, then he shoved his cock quickly into your mouth for the final spurts.

“Swallow, swallow it all,” he said, even though he had not yet emptied his balls completely yet. You took his cock in your hand and put it into your mouth to suck every last drop of him, while what he had sent to your face flowed down your cheeks.

You then pulled away, he helped you get up and he wiped your face with his t-shirt.

"Fuckin animals,” he said, and you both laughed.

Part 6

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The Duchess (5)

Anthony Bridgerton x Duchess!reader

Series Summary: After coming into a title you did not expect, you have a chance encounter with a handsome rescuer.

Chapter Summary: Interruptions

Word Count: 1,431

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Your stride was slow and measured as you leisurely took in the sight of the numerous paintings being displayed on the nearest wall.

With the art gallery deciding to host the opening of a new exhibit on this fine Sunday afternoon, it seemed like most of the ton had arrived to take in what you deemed to be an interesting spectacle.

You knew you could not claim to be anywhere near as skilled as the artists whose works were currently being admired. But even without being an expert, you knew you could appreciate the talent it took to mix various shades of paint into a completed image.

That said, you could not help but to allow your mind to stay pleasantly occupied as you carefully considered each piece of art that entered your view with every passing step.

So much so, that you almost did not notice the enthusiastic approach of a young girl until she almost ran into you.

Catching the girl by the shoulders in order to avoid the oncoming collision, you lowered yourself to her level afterwards in order to examine if she was alright, only to be met with excited eyes and a bright smile instead.

“Duchess! It is so lovely to see you again! Do you remember me??”

Unable to stop yourself from returning the elated grin you were receiving, you happily exclaimed,

“Miss Hyacinth! Of course I do! What ever are you doing here?”

Overjoyed at such a greeting, the young girl in front of you replied,

“I am here with my family! My mother insisted we attend today’s opening.”

Hiding your amusement at the petulant eye roll the child gave toward the end of her sentence, you started to say,

“Well if you truly came here with your mother, then I am sure she is currently wondering where you are—”

But as if on cue, you both heard the girl’s name being harshly repeated.

“Hyacinth!”

Snapping your heads in the direction of the voice, you each saw the hasty approach of a respectably dressed woman coming your way. While you returned to your full height, she sternly said upon her arrival,

“What have I told you about running off, young lady?”

Properly feeling chastised, you saw the way Hyacinth dropped her eyes to the floor in reprimand before remorsefully saying,

“My apologies, Mama. It is just…I saw my friend, the Duchess, and just had to say hello!” 

Following the gesture her child made in your direction with her hand, the woman in front of you locked her gaze with yours as she finally seemed to take notice of your presence.

You made sure your expression was kind as she suddenly exclaimed with a sincere politeness,

“Oh! Of course! Do forgive me, Duchess!”

Recognizing how her behavior could have been seen as undignified, the person you now knew to be Lady Bridgerton followed this up by sheepishly saying through a nervous smile,

“I apologize for such a lack of composure, your Grace. I was simply worried for my child you see.”

Shaking your head to show there was no offense taken, you immediately said,

“Nonsense! It is the business of mothers to worry about their children, is it not?”

Relieved to receive such an understanding response, the woman’s smile transformed into something that was a bit more earnestly meant as she warmly said in agreement,

“Indeed it is, your Grace.”

The dowager Viscountess had just been about to ask how it was you knew her daughter, when said daughter enthusiastically asked a question of her own first.

“Duchess! Have you seen Anthony yet?”

Turning back to look at Hyacinth, you could not help saying with curiosity,

“Lord Bridgerton is here as well?”

Growing in surprise as Violet learned you seemed to know her youngest and her eldest, she hesitated for a brief second before attempting to give you an answer.

“Yes, your Grace. The last time I saw him, he was—”

“—Happy to see you and my sister have reunited.”

Following the sound of the new voice with your eyes meant you got to watch as the Lord in question joined your group with a pleasant smile on his face.

Coming to a stop directly across from you but next to his mother, the Viscount soon made it a point to announce in a teasing manner,

“I am afraid Hyacinth has spoken of little else since you two met in the park.”

Huffing a small laugh behind your gloved hand as you learned this, you then lowered it in order to reply with a humored grin, 

“If that is true, then I am honored to be remembered by such a lovely girl.”

And while your response did confirm to the child standing next to you that you also saw her as the friend she was hoping to be, she still felt embarrassed to have her admiration revealed in such a way. 

So she thought it was only right that she passionately say in her defense,

“I only speak of her as much as I do because you always agree with how beautiful she is, brother!”

Hyacinth’s name was said in reprimand once more by Lady Bridgerton while your brows shot up in surprise and Anthony’s eyes widened with his own dose of embarrassment.

Quickly making a grab for her daughter’s hand, the mother in front of you hurriedly said,

“Please excuse us, Duchess! I have been meaning to show my little one the magnificent portraits in the next room over. But it was lovely to meet you, your Grace!”

Understanding her desire to make a hasty exit, you returned her respectful courtesy as you delightfully began to say,

“The pleasure has been all mine, Lady Bridgerton!” 

And then, turned to give a similar bow of respect to the vindicated child while kindly saying,

“And until we meet again, Miss Bridgerton.”

“Until we meet again, Duchess!”

And with her excited goodbye, she and her mother began walking in another direction until they were lost within the crowd.

As you were returning your gaze to the Viscount, the sight of his offered arm caught you by surprise first.

Looking up to catch his eyes, you heard the way Lord Bridgerton cleared his throat before saying with a touch of hesitance,

“Might I have the honor, your Grace?”

If you were slow to take it, that was only because you had to give yourself the time to smile at such a gesture before placing your hand within the crook of his elbow.

“You may, my Lord.”

As he began to lead you in the direction you were originally heading in, said Lord could not stop the humored chuckle he let out. When you raised a curious brow at the sound, he proceeded to explain with a slightly deprecating smile.

“I think we are a bit past formalities given what my sister just revealed, Duchess. Going forward, you can simply call me ‘Anthony’ if you wish.”

Shocked, but touched to receive such permission, you considered your words before replying with a slight hint of thoughtfulness,

“Well, if we are dropping the formalities…then you cannot continue to call me ‘Duchess’. It may be my title, but it is not who I am.”

Smiling to himself at having such permission reciprocated, Lord Bridgerton proceeded to ask,

“Then what may I call you instead, hmm? ‘My Lady’?”

Giving your own bemused hum in return, you said after a moment of consideration,

“But that is still a title, is it not?”

There was no pause in Anthony’s response as he began to explain with a certain level of coyness,

“Well, I suppose it may be a title for some…” 

Turning his head so his gaze met yours, he finished with,

“But it could also be a true statement for others.”

While smirking in your direction.

Needing to pause in your steps as the cheekiness of his words finished processing in your mind, you were helpless to stop your originally amused smile from growing into an untameable grin on your face.

Not wanting to admit how giddy the implication of his words made you feel, you decided to meet his gaze head on as you pointedly said with humor,

“Then I suspect, Anthony, that I may not mind what you call me so long as it is not—”

“Duchess.”

At once, your pleasantly, happy bubble was shattered as the reality that you two were still in public hit like a ton of bricks.

That weight only increased tenfold over when you looked ahead and were unhappily met with the sight of your former brother-in-law standing not five feet away from you.

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• FAKE GIRLFRIEND •

• PART ONE

• PART TWO

• Gojo Satoru x Reader

It was a sunny Friday morning on the Jujutsu high school campus, where the four friends were on their break happily chatting about different youth topics.

Everything seemed to be going completely normal until the young y/h notices her close friend Satoru somewhat distracted and not with his smiling and joking personality.

Clearly noticing that lack of spark in his best friend, he decided to gently ask.

-"Gojo, what has you so distracted this morning? Usually you would have already made at least 3 different jokes" And the young woman was not lying, it was normal to see Gojo joke or chatter about something or simply laugh loudly, so finding him in That state was very strange.

After y/n had asked that question, Geto nodded agreeing with the young woman and said

- "It's true, what's happening with you?"

Gojo, who was absorbed in his thoughts moments ago, now faced the expectant gaze of his friends.

Scratching his hair nervously, he understands that it is time to declare what has kept him so silent.

-"You see, it's something about my father, he said something so stupid - he says trying to control his bad mood as he remembers - "he said I should take my girlfriend to my family's celebration this weekend"

As soon as you heard Gojo and girlfriend in the same sentence you feel a little disappointed, since you always felt something for your best friend, the white-haired one, but you never did anything to confess it, because everyone knew about the reputation of a womanizer that he has and you didn't want to ruin the friendship you've had since They were kids.

Shoko noticing your small disappointment (she was the only one to whom you had confessed your feelings for the young man of the Gojo clan) decides to ask to lighten the situation.

-"We could have the honor of knowing who the unfortunate one is, who is "Does your girlfriend call? Because as far as I know you've never had a girlfriend and the one that lasted a day and a half doesn't count" the young woman accused with a smile on her face.

At this question you and Suguru smile in attendance, although your smile was incomparable to that of Geto who was ready to laugh at the situation.

Gojo scratches his hair again more nervously and avoids your gaze

- "Well there's the problem (he sighs ready to give his statement) he thinks that you and I are a couple"

The black-haired man and the brunette burst out laughing but instead you You are completely reflected, on the one side you felt happy because you always wanted to have a relationship with the young man, but on the other sidd you are scared that the mere thought of being in a relationship with you is what has Gojo so disappointed.

So without thinking much you ask the white haired boy.

-"And what did you say to your father?" If you analyzed it a little, you would notice the desperation in your tone.

The three young people were waiting for the sky-blue eye's response.

-"I told him if I would take you to the party this weekend," he says, already showing his smile.

-"WHAT!? Did you go crazy Satoru? Are you lying to your father" and you couldn't blame his father since you and Gojo were inseparable and several times they have confused you with being a couple, but this time it was different, very different.

-"Don't worry, y/n, we just have to pretend that we are a couple for this weekend and everything will be fine," said the white-haired man, trying to reassure you. He is the same again, downplaying the matter, you respond

- "But it's totally different, plus it was just once to get those free sweets on Valentine's Day!!"

Shoko and Geto only exchanged funny and expectant glances because they both knew things and understood where this whole thing would lead.

-"Pleeaase Y/n just for this weekend" Gojo said in a pleading tone.

You decided that you would ignore your feelings, although that would cost you dearly later, or at least that's what you thought, and you would help your friend this time.

You sigh exhausted and nod saying

- "It's okay Toru, you win"

The white-haired boy smiles and jumps to hug you, which caught you quite off guard and a small blush that you tried to hide appeared on your face.

"Then get ready because tomorrow at eight pm I will have to pick you up to go to the party"

You nod and when you were going to answer the bell rings indicating that they should go back to class, the two sorcerers get up and say goodbye, leaving them alone.

Shoko, who notices your sadness no matter how much you try to hide it, says

- "Everything will be fine Y/n, it's just a party and maybe you won't even meet his father, you already know what their relationship is like"

if you knew that and that wasn't it. What worries you so much, but that you didn't want to hurt yourself by playing with your feelings, you felt like you were deceiving yourself.

You sigh and nod

- "It's just a party, what could go wrong?"

You clearly had no idea what that Saturday night would bring you.

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟐: 𝐂𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐂𝐀𝐓

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Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: Possible spelling errors? :D

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The day had passed by fairly quickly, you spent your breaks cooped up in the library with your friends and Eunchae, and although classes were basically a death sentence, you managed to survive till this point at least. The last ten minutes of the day. But despite the reasonably short time, every minute seemed to drag on to become an excruciatingly tiring sixty seconds.

The classroom has become your penal institution, keeping you locked up for good as a consequence for your naivety and lack of knowledge. It felt restricting, but this was one of the limited classes you share with a friend- your dearest Kim Chaewon.

“I hate this” There she goes again, complaining about the class- she's only complaining because of her lack of understanding over the topic you're currently covering. “I don’t understand why we can’t just study this ourselves, Sir has almost sent me to sleep with this lesson multiple times!” she whisper-yells, avoiding all eye contact with the teacher himself as she jots down notes into her personal notebook.

“It’s school, Chae, most things about school are bound to get boring sooner or later” You feel yourself smile at her annoyed huff, shaking your head lightly out of habit. “There isn't that long left until you're home free”

“Huh? Where are you going after school?”

“My english partner invited me to a coffee shop so we can start our assignment together”

In the corner of your eye, you notice the sudden stop to her note-taking and the turn of her head to face you,”Wouldn’t you have started that in class with them?”

“We were planning a few things. We still need to research more and actually begin to type it out or whatever” you explain, ignoring the strange look Chaewon was giving you.

“Mmhmm… Who’s your partner this time?”

“Aren’t you nosey today?” You stifle a small laugh,”If you must know, I'm paired with Kang Haerin”

“As in the shy popular girl, Haerin?” Her voice was laced with an undertone of uncertainty and concern,”You know this could bring attention to yourself, right?”

“Yes, I'm very much aware, but at least she wants to do the project. I’d rather face minor attention than have to do a whole assignment again. Chae, I was extremely sleep deprived last time, I became almost erratic” You let out a gusty sigh,”It’ll be something quick. We agreed to get the project done as soon as possible, and that's that”

"I'm just looking out for you, you know how much I love you"

"I know, Chae, but I know what I'm doing"

You listen to her sigh. You're almost certain the only reason she hasn't pummelled you to the ground yet is because you're her friend. You have too much of a backstory together for her to just bury, quite literally and figuratively. Three years has certainly been a show in the making when it comes to you. "If this comes back to bite you in the ass I'm here for you"

"You always have been, and I appreciate it a lot. I appreciate you a lot…" You pause to glance at your friend, sharing a gracious smile with each other,"get back to your work"

"Yes ma'am," Chaewon nods, turning her attention back to her note-taking as her wrist goes into immediate overtime.

The next seven minutes dragged on by, making your every movement feel slugged as a result. Students were evidently done with the Monday hassle as most flickered between the clock on the wall and the clock on their phones. They were desperate to leave and confine within the comfort of their homes- preparing for either an early night's worth of sleep or none at all.

However, after what felt like three hours worth of agonsing torture, the same mellow ring of the school bell radiates the air, completely sending the class to carnage. Students hadn't even waited for the teacher to dismiss them. They hadn't even waited for him to finish his sentence before they were already out the door and very well down the hallway.

“Free phone?” Chaewon speaks up, nudging you slightly as she nods to the seat on your left. It was completely empty, the boy you sat next to had vanished,”I guess someone was in a rush”

“That doesn’t mean we should take it though. Who knows what's stored on that thing?” You speak with a slight disgust, putting your notebook into your bag.

“I suppose,” she grins, “but that won't stop me!”

“Hey, hey! That's not your phone to take!” You complain, trying to block her sight of the black cased device.

“I'm not going to keep it, you make it seem like i'm the villain” Chaewon rolls her eyes, her grin having transformed into a misleading frown.

You shake your head, walking past the forgotten possession,”maybe you are the villain, maybe you're not… who knows?”

“That's cruel”

“Maybe?” You stop outside your classroom, hand tightly gripping the material of your bag’s strap. “Time to socialise” you sigh, having already spotted the girl you're meeting with.

Has she told Minji?

“goodluck Y/n, you might need it”

“Thanks Chae” You're both quick to separate- with Chaewon taking off in a hurry to find Kazuha, and you staying to meet with Haerin.

It wasn't uncommon for Chaewon to scurry off to meet Kazuha, they are neighbours afterall, but you're still stuck in the state of wishing someone you know would join you to help ease your mind a little.

Friend or alone, you're still going either way.

“Are you ready?” Turning your head to the meek voice, you find Haerin already looking at you with her same stoic face. That sweet voice had almost no correlation to the way she presents herself outwardly.

“Yeah, i'm ready”

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Pushing past the glass door, a fresh ambience of crushed coffee beans rade your nose. The warmth from the heaters attacked the chill you had brung in with you. The late October air stood no chance here. The exterior was cloistered and closed, so many tables and such little space, but you suppose that only added to the acquaint charm of the business.

Slightly trailing behind Haerin, you make your stop at the partly busy counter, where a female from your chem class stands, her hands occupied with retying her coffee stained apron. “Hello, welcome. What can I get for you today?”

It was Jiwoo- one of your sister's other friends- they are perfect friends in all honesty, them and another girl called Sullyoon. The three of them are almost always in other people's business for no clear reason. Like you said to Chaewon earlier, you were certain they were working against you with their weird spying techniques.

“Y/n?” You hum to Haerins call, eyes connecting with the barista's apron in front of you as your throat squeezes itself shut momentarily. “I’ll just get whatever Hearin ordered” You almost squealed out.

“Very well,” Jiwoo nods, placing your order through “That’ll be eleven-thousand won please”

“I’ll pay,” Haerin declares, having already pulled out her card and inputted the pin. You had no chance to even get a word in before she had already paid for the order.

“Thank you, we’ll bring your coffees over to you when they're ready”

“Thank you” You and Haerin surprise each other alongside yourselves with the sudden synchronisation to your words. While it was a generic response, and literally anyone could have done that, it was still surprising. Unbeknownst to you both, however, was that Jiwoo had judged this with narrow slitted eyes, her mind booting and reeling in any possibilities of your strange outing. Never has she ever seen you both talk- let alone in unison. As far as Jiwoo knows, this could even be a drug deal, and obviously, you're the sourcer.

Taking your seats at a round, plastic top, table- located somewhat close to the counter- you pull out your laptops, your hand also moving to unsheath the sheet from earlier. You kept the paper in case you ever needed to use her email again- fortunately, for now, you have not.

“What part do you want to follow up on?” Haerin questions, without looking away from her screen, her mouth left to hang slightly agape.

“That sounds creepy” you mumble, pondering over your options. However, your focus lifts at the sound of a small chuckle.

Was that Haerin?

Looking up only confirmed your suspicion. It really was Haerin. Her little chuckle was a first with you, and her widening smile only made her look all that much more like a cat. The corners of her eyes were pinched as she smoothed out her shirt.

“Not in that way. I don't think you’d be able to follow a printed sentence home”

Feeling yourself smile at her lighthearted attitude, even if it may only be temporary, you respond in the same demeanour “Doesn't it technically follow me home?”

“Because it’s in your bag?”

“Yeah” you observe the girl opposite you as her nose scrunches up.

“Maybe you have a stalker…” she almost whispers.

“Should I report it?”

“Maybe… I wouldn't want some random stalker if I were you”

“Two iced americanos?! A third voice intrudes, a voice you’ve heard so many times coming from your sister's room late at night when she's on facetime with her friends. Jiwoos' other partner in crime- Sullyoon. Of course they would both work together in the same establishment.

“Yes, that's us” Haerin responds as her smile retreats back into the shadows of her more introverted personality. “Thank you”

“Thank you” you repeat Haerins' words after Sullyoon places your own drink in front of you. “So… an iced americano, huh?”

Haerins face flushes a dusty red,”I know it’s not everyone's favourite, sorry if you don't like it”

“That's alright, I’ve never had this order before” you speak, holding the beverage between your fingers and palm as you evaluate it through the glass cup provided. You rarely ever hang around long enough to stay inside of a coffee shop, so having a glass container is certainly new to you.

“Oh… well, I promise it isn't as bad as the students at our school make it out to be”

“It’s okay, I trust you, i’ll try it in a minute." Haerin nods, shifting herself back on the purpose of your meeting- the english project.

“That’s good to know, since we’re doing a project together and what not”

“I suppose I have no other choice but to trust you”

“Possibly…” Haerin trails off, quickly glancing at you before she's completely immersed in her own world.

“I’ll start on the words of Shakespeare” You finally answer her question, earning a hum of approval from the brunette.

“Okay, i'll start on modern literature then”

Was it really a necessary idea to give a bunch of high schoolers a project based on the evolution of english literature and the culture surrounding it? Probably not. But are you going to try your best to get the best result possible? Absolutely… with a little help from your new partner, of course.

You just hope nothing bad comes from this…

ᶜᵘᵗ ʰᵉʳᵉ ✄-----------------------------------------

: Dating in a high school full of love thirsty teenagers was never really something you wanted. But of course, things change- and you learnt that in more ways than one. Kim Minji, one of the more popular students. Hong y/n, probably the most invisible person alive. They couldn't possibly be dating… or maybe they could be? You never know what goes on behind closed doors.

ᶜᵘᵗ ʰᵉʳᵉ ✄-----------------------------------------

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓

ᶜᵘᵗ ʰᵉʳᵉ ✄-----------------------------------------

𝐓𝐀𝐆 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: [𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍]

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[the-solar-system52]

HOLY SHIT LOOK WHAT I NOTICED IN THE RECENT TPOH PAGE!

I was reading the tpoh on my computer, that has very high brightness, and noticed something I didn't notice when I first read the page on my phone!

(you might have to turn the brightness up on your device to see)

After playing around with the exposure setting, I found this text hidden in the last panel!

"AND WHY BLACK WHY NOT-"

The dialogue about black and white negatives was ModMad giving us instructions on how to find the hidden text!!!!!! KAKSOAKZNDOPSS THATS SOO COOL!!!!

As for what this text means, my guess is that it's going to be Hero or RGB's dialogue on the next panel. (most likely RGB's, due to the lack of colour)

TPOH has done similar stuff with panels and text in the past, these pages are just one example.

There also seems to be darker patterns and shapes, that may line up with the drawings on the next page!

It also makes sense with the conversation that RGB and Hero are currently having! This dialogue is probably either of them questioning why Negative looks the way he does.

You see, from what I know of photography, Negative only inverts the colours, not make them black and white. The reason they are comparing him to a Negative is because, in their designs, light areas are dark and dark areas are light. So it's opposite.

But that still shouldn't make him black and white, since RGB still has colour, so Negative should just have opposite colours.

'Negative' RGB SHOULD look like this

They are probably questioning him being black and white as a nod to the theory of him being based off of silent film actors. RGB is implied to have been an actor, Negative is black and white, and also can't talk.

He's also RGB's 'Negative' is regards to personality. RGB talks a lot, Negative doesn't talk at all. RGB is a coward, Negative is good at fighting, etc. etc.

Or I'm completely wrong. I am inferring all of this from half a sentence that can only be uncovered using fnaf-style clue finding.

But I will be on the lookout for any other hidden text and we will see next update if I'm right!

[nkogneatho]

so these are things i notice to find AI written fics that people claim as their own:

It is inconsistent in nature. AI fics follow a particular plot but you can notice the constant inconsistency in the scenes where some of them don't make sense

There is a constant swap between the POVs. the story might start with a third person pov and it switches to second person pov and then again switches to first person. this simply means the pronouns constantly changing like "you" halfway becomes "her" and then becomes "I" mid sentence.

AI generated fics also repeat the same garbage word a million times. And some of the words are the yassified version of a simple word. Remember, a word has a million synonyms but every synonym can be used in a different context. for example: the dialogue "you have such a big heart, my love" turns into "you have an enormous heart, my love" does that sound romantic to you?

AI fics don't spell vocabulary interjections. Ahem, Erm, Ngh, Mmh, etc. Writers use such words to create realism of their secene. However, unless the AI is guided in the prompt to use this, it won't use these words at all even when certain scenes needs it.

AI lacks emotion. Yes, no matter how much descriptive your prompt is for the entire fic, some sentences will be awfully constructed. If someone really attempts to write a AI fic that has complete emotions, they'd have to put a super descriptive prompt for each and every paragraph.

Last but not least, if you have doubts, simply copy paste a paragraph on any plagiarism identifier website and you can locate the original source.

Remember, AI fics are not independent in nature. It doesn't create something from nothing. It steals. And so are you if you generate shit from AI. Don't call yourself a writer if you do this. You're a thief and a shame to people who put so much effort and adore literature. Do not pollute the art of literature with your lack of creativity.

[violetstarcatcher]

Everything I Do - Danny Wagner

This is my Danny series 'Everything I Do' based off the Brian Adams song!! I wrote this intending to make you sob your eyes out. I think it's going to be a 10 chapter series but it's still TBD.

I know, I know......you're welcome.

It's also disgustingly smutty but that's COMPLETELY IRRELEVANT.

Danny x Reader

Warnings: Kissing.... and that's pretty much it lmao. (smut in future chapters) 18+ MINORS GET LOST

Anyway enjoy!

It was late summer. I was driving along his little street with the windows down going well over the speed limit. It had only been four days since I’d seen him last but it was definitely still too long. 

He’d been in Detroit for a show and his band had booked some studio time over the weekend. I always desperately missed him when he was away, which seemed to be more and more frequently. 

My brown hair whipped around my face and got sucked out the window as I drove closer and closer to his house. I’ve known him since grade school and fell head over heels when he practically begged my dad to let him take me on a date. 

I swirled my spaghetti around my fork and put it in my mouth. As I was chewing, I heard a soft knock on the front door. I looked up at my dad from across the table questioningly. 

“Do you know who that could be?” He asked me. I shrugged and turned my attention back to my dinner. He push his chair back and walked over to the front door. I looked up from my plate as my unlocked and opened the front door. 

“Daniel, my boy!” My dad greeted him with a big smile. I felt my heart jump at his name. “Come in, come in!” He stepped off to the side and waved him to come into our house. 

Danny walked through my door and turned his head in my direction, offering me a smile grin. I smiled back at him and tried to swallow my food, only for it to get stuck halfway down my throat and I choked loudly. 

I didn’t want to spit my food back into my plate, but I had to get it out as I continued to choke on it. I stumbled out of my chair and ran to the trash can so I could cough it out of my lungs. 

I looked back up at them, well aware that my face was very red. Partially due to embarrassment, and partially from the lack of oxygen I had just undergone. 

I offered a small smile and Danny giggled and shook his head at me. “You good there, Y/N?” My dad asked, his eyebrows furrowed in slight concern. I gave him two thumbs up, still to embarrassed to speak. 

Danny turned his attention back towards my dad and shook his hand. It was then I took notice of the little stems and cellophane wrapping barely peaking out from behind his back. 

I squinted my eyes at it in hopes to see it better. They had been talking but I completely tuned them out in my attempt to guess what he held behind him. 

“Of course, Danny.” My dad said loudly patting him on the shoulder, snapping me out of zoning out. “I’m sure she won’t mind finishing her dinner up in her room while we talk. Right, Y/N?” My dad directed at me. 

“W-what?” I stuttered. “You don’t mind going upstairs for a bit while me and Danny have a little talk, right?” He raised his eyebrows in question. I looked between the two of them, trying to formulate a good sentence, only I had no clue was to say.

Why does he want to talk to my dad? Without me? That’s so weird that he’s here. He’s never done this. What’s behind his back? Why do I have to leave? 

“Right, Y/N?” My dad said a little louder. “Nope.” I finally managed. “Not at all.” I muttered under my breath. I kept my eyes to the floor as I walked over to the table to grab my plate. 

I walked a little slower than I should have on my way over to the stairs. I looked between them and at my dad’s hand still on his shoulder. I shook my head and started up the stairs feeling a single pair of eyes watching me on the way up. 

I closed my door and leaned my back up against it. I leaned my head back and shut my eyes. ‘You wanna know what they’re talking about don’t you?’ Said my consciousness, mocking me. I set my plate down on my desk and threw myself onto my bed.

“Shut up.” I said out loud. ‘Why don’t you go sit on the stairs and listen?’ It told me. I groaned into my pillow. I laid there for while. First 5 minutes, then 10, then 15, then 25… I thought they’d never be done. 

I got up from my bed and went to the door. As I reached for the handle I heard a little knock from the other side, causing me to yank my hand back, then rushing to open it a little too quick. 

There stood Danny in my doorway, rosy cheeks and a huge smile, and a bouquet of an eclectic assortment of little flowers in hand. He stood there, smiling down at me. 

The awkward tension started to build between us as we stared each other down. “These are for you.” He said suddenly shoving them into my arms. “I- oh…” I stumbled out, startled. “Uh- thank you, I guess. I mean- yes. Or- thank you. Yeah… thanks.” 

My face heated up so I hid it from him by sticking my face into the bouquet, pretending to smell the little flowers. “I love them.” He shifted his feet slightly and looked down at his hands, which I noticed were slightly trembling. “Can I come in?” He spoke, barely above a whisper. 

I nodded and stepped out of his way. As he walked by me, I could tell he smelled good. Really good. Not that he ever smelled bad, but he never smelled like… that. 

He walked around my room looking at my bed and the walls like it was his first time being there. I placed the flowers on my desk, next to my now cold plate of food. 

“So… what did you and dad talk about?” I asked, being too nosy to wait any longer. “Oh- uh…” he looked at me and scratched the back of his neck. I put my hands on my hips when he turned away from me and sat down on my bed. He looked up and held out his hand to me, which I took, concealing a smile. 

We sat next to each other on my bed, both looking at our hands still together. “That’s actually what I wanted to talk to you about, Sunny.” I smiled at the nickname. 

“I- um…” he started to say, then he chuckled to himself and lifted his other hand to scratch the back of his head. “Sorry, I’m a little nervous…” he laughed out. “It’s just me, Danny.” I said matter of factly. 

“I know… but that’s why I’m nervous.” He brushed his foot on my rug. “But you already tell me everything.” He looked up at me. “Well…” My heart dropped a little. “What did you do?” I asked him slowly and cautiously. “Nothing!” He responded a bit too loud. “Nothing… I didn’t do anything.”

“Okay…” I drew out, still throughly confused. An awkward silence filled the air. ‘Please just say something, Danny.’ I begged him in my head. As if he heard my thoughts, he turned his head over in my direction. I met his gaze and his eyes swept over my face. 

“Y/N, I…” he started to say. “Yes?” I asked eagerly, desperate for him to say something. Anything. “I..” He tried again. “Yes..?” I pried. 

“I think I… like you.” He spoke barely above a whisper. My breath caught in my throat. “And not like friend. I mean, of course I still like you as a friend but not as much anymore.” He started rambling. “Not that I like you less that I did, because I still like you a lot obviously. You’re like… my best friend. And I don’t want to ruin that with you at all” I stared at him in disbelief. I’d wanted him to say this to me for years, and now that he was, I wasn’t sure how to respond. 

“But you’re so pretty, beautiful actually” he corrected himself with a nervous laugh. “You’re definitely the prettiest person I know. You’re smart, and hilarious, and I just really like you as more than a friend.”

“I guess I technically came here to ask you out, but I wanted to ask your dad first because I didn’t want him to get mad at me if I didn’t. So brought you flowers and I forgot what you said your favorites were so I just got a bunch of random ones that I thought were pretty.”

I blinked, stunned by what he was telling me, barely registering his words. He was looking everywhere but at me as he was rambling on and on. 

“I’m mostly nervous because I don’t want you to say no, which is fine if you do. I know your my best friend and I don’t know if you like me or not, but Sunny I REALLY like you and I wasn’t sure what to do about it so I asked my mom and she…”

I wasn’t quite sure what took over me in that moment, but I reached over and grabbed his face with both of my hands, and pushed my lips to his. It took me the entirety of five seconds for my eyes to shot open and realize what I was doing. 

I moved my hands to his chest and pushed him away a little too hard. We looked at each other for a few seconds before a clapped my hands over my mouth. “I’m so sorry.” I told him with wide eyes. “I don’t know why I did that.” 

His eyes burned into my skin as he stared at me. I felt suddenly self conscious so I looked into my lap as the heat rose to my face. I watched as his hands made there way to my hands, and he gently pulled them down.

Looking up, I saw he was smiling down at me. He shifted slightly closer to me on my bed, pulling me towards him. We stared at each other and I saw his eyes barely flicker down to my mouth causing me to involuntarily do the same. 

He leaned into me and placed his hands on either side of my neck. A magnetic force pulled us together until our lips met in the middle, creating a fluttering feeling in my chest that traveled to my head and all the way down to my toes. 

Long story short, we awkwardly made out on my bed until my dad came in and scared Danny to near death. The rest is history. It wasn’t until two years later Danny told me that he had to quite literally beg my dad to say yes. I was surprised he said yes, considering we were only in eighth grade, and not even fifteen yet. 

But we’ve been stuck to each other since then. The bubbles in my stomach started moving around in anxious excitement as I neared his house. Most of the time they met at the Kiszka’s, who were the rest of the band, but they were a little bit out of town so they just came back to Danny’s.

I saw their van as I came around a bend in the street and smiled ear to ear. They were all standing outside in the yard. I got a little closer and honked my horn three long times and they all looked over to my car. I quickly swung into his driveway next to his mothers Subaru. 

I turned off my car and threw the keys in the drivers seat. Pushing the car door open, I almost tripped going to fast. I ran around to the other side, where four boys stood smiling widely at me. 

Danny took a few big steps towards me with his arms open, which I gladly jumped into. I buried my face in the crook of his neck as he feathered my shoulder with a thousand little kisses around the spaghetti strap of my tank top. 

“Hey you.” He whispered between kisses. “How’re you?” I giggled into his neck. “I’m good, how’re you?” 

“I’m great now that you’re back.”

“It was four days.” He laughed as he set me on my feet again.

“Exactly. Too long.” I said, keeping my arms around his neck, looking up at him. 

“You’re such a goober.” He brushed my cheek with one hand. “Sometimes I wonder how you survived that tour last year.”

“I didn’t survive.” I said seriously. “I died a week and a half in, then you revived me just now.”

He shook his head and laughed. “Well I’m glad I was able to do that for you.” I pulled him down to me and kissed him. We pulled away when I heard a cough from behind him.

“Alright I hate to break up this cute little love fest we got going on here, but it’s my turn. Back off Dan.” 

I moved my hands down to Danny’s waist and peaked behind him. 

“Sammy!” I yelled and ran to him. Sam wrapped his arms around me and I threw my arms around his neck. He picked me up and spun me around a few times before setting me back on the ground. 

“Y/N, oh my gosh, we have so much to tell you!” He laughed and ran his fingers through his hair. “The studio was so nice and it was huge! And the show was amazing! It was almost two thousand people!” He told me excitedly while we held on to each others forearms.

“They even knew the words to Highway Tune! Sun, I wish you could have seen it! It was the best thing ever!”

“They did?!” I shouted. Sam eagerly nodded his head. “Sam that’s amazing! Gosh…” I laughed and put my hand to my forehead. 

I saw Josh and Jake watching us banter back and forth in our excitement. I let go of Sam’s arm and skipped over to them. “Hey!” 

“Oh now she notices us!” Josh said sarcastically, clearly holding in a smile. “Shut up and give me a hug, dummy.” I laughed and Josh pulled me into one. When he let go I went to give Jake the same. “Hey kiddo.” He smiled at me.

“Jake, you’re not even three years older than me.” I told him, shaking my head and laughing. He just giggled and shrugged. 

“Let’s go in” I suggested. “It’s hot out here.” I looked around and saw Danny wasn’t with us anymore. As if he read my thoughts Sam said, “He already went inside, probably to see his mom.”

“Ah, let’s definitely go in then.” I started towards the door. I walked in the door, holding in open for the brothers. “Ladies first.” I smirked as Sam walked up. “Oh, in that case, Jake, go right ahead of me.” Josh laughed loudly and Jake smacked him on the back of the head. “Ow, jerk.” Josh sneered at him. “Oh shut it, you baby.” Jake snickered.

Sam and I shared a knowing glance so I pulled him inside by his hand, shutting the door on the bickering twins. 

[heartfeltcierra]

Ephemeral- Rosinante Donquixote (Corazon) X Female reader (Soulmate AU)

Word count 4.3K

3rd person POV

Masterlist

AN-I love this man so much :') But I won't lie, I broke my own heart writing this.

Contents- Soulmate AU (First words tattoo), reader is a marine, reader had a DF

!!!Spoiler warning!!! Major character death and spoilers for Law's backstory.

Warnings- Heavy angst, bittersweet ending, smoking, mentions of fire, cussing, character death, hints at starving and lack of self care, violence.

 The cold crimson snow below Cora was nothing compared to the fierce warmth he felt in his heart. His mission to stop his brother may have failed, but at least one of his goals was achieved. Gotta live a little bit longer. His breaths were becoming shorter and shorter as he clung onto his last strand of life. I can’t let my power wear off, not yet. 

 His eyes flutter in a battle to stay  conscious. Not yet, not until Law is free… Despite his best efforts his eyes closed, but before he could slip into the afterlife a sharp pain blossomed in his right forearm. The pain was enough for him to reopen his eyes. Y/N.. With his remaining life force he used his left hand to pull up his sleeve revealing the sentence on his right arm. “Hey blondie, what time is it and why are you on fire?” A weak smile forms on his  lips, remembering the first time he heard those words. 

(Flashback)

 “Do you think I have enough time to get one last smoke in before this starts?” Rosinante dug through his pockets, looking for his trusty fix.

 “You do, Commander, just be quick about it.” A sense of pride swelled in Rosi’s chest, hearing his soon to be new title come from the very man he looked up to. He nodded and started walking out but was stopped when a large hand rested on his shoulder.. “Rosinante..” The dark haired man smiled. “ I just wanted to tell you how proud I am of you, son.”

 “I’m honored. Thank you Fleet Admiral Sengoku.” The blonde had to suppress a huge smile as his father figure praised him.

 “You're welcome, and you better get going if you want that smoke.” Sengoku motioned to the large stage where high ranking Navy officers were gathering. 

 “Right, I’ll be quick.”

 Rosinante walked outside of the Navy’s banquet hall with a cigarette hanging loosely between his lips as he tried to find a secluded place to smoke. Eventually he found an empty balcony that had a perfect view of the city below. Flames erupted from the lighter as he took a deep inhale of smoke. The nicotine instantly soothed his built up nerves.

 He knew being promoted to a commander meant more work and even more responsibility. But it also gave him more power and more control, two things he was going to need if he wanted to reach his end goal. Taking his older brother, Doflamingo, down. 

 He took a deep inhale of smoke as his fathers last moments and words echo his mind. He was only 8 years old when Doflamingo shot and killed their father. It was in that moment bloodshed he realized just how far gone his brother was. And judging from the recent reports surrounding his evil doings  and his bounty that increases almost daily, Doflamingo was completely irredeemable at this point. 

 The cigarette in between his lips had reached its end and considering the stress thinking about his brother caused, a second one was well deserved. “I still have a few years to plan, until then stay cool.” He brought the lighter up to the fresh cigarette. “I better hurry or Sengoku will kill m-” 

 Rosi tensed up as he noticed a flash of violet in the distance.What the hell was that? He had never seen anything like it before. Maybe in a different situation he would find it mesmerizing or even cool. But it was heading straight for the navy banquet hall, more specifically it looked like it was coming straight at him and fast. Too fast for him to react.

 The sparking ball of violet was closing in and he couldn’t make his body move a muscle. It was so close he could hear the strange almost electrical noise it emitted. Are we under attack? The anomaly was now floating in the air a few feet away from the balcony's edge. The breath in his throat hitched as the ball shot up ever so slightly into the air, the electrical noise it made was much louder and it appeared to be getting bigger. 

 Rosi snapped out of his trance and took a defensive position, only to find himself back in a trace as the ball of violet sparks turned into the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Her (H/C) hair fluttered behind her as she gracefully descended from the air and onto the balcony’s railing. All the worry in him disappeared seeing the familiar outfit she wore..

 “Hey blondie, what time is it and why are you on fire?” His forearm began to tingle. She’s..

 “You're an angel…” The words left Rosi’s mouth before he could process  what she said. A small gasp left the girl as she looked down at her left wrist. 

 “Your..” Her (E/C) eyes met his red ones. She held up her wrist to show the words he had just spoken, tattooed into her skin. “You're my soulmate….. And you're still on fire.” The girl jumped from the railing, taking her navy coat off in the process. She gave him a sweet, innocent smile before wacking the fire out with her coat, doing so with such a brute force it sent Rosi to the ground. “There we go, crisis averted.” She bent down slightly and offered her hand to him.

 “I appreciate the gesture, but I’m tall and hea- '' His words were lost in his throat as the girl took the hand he was waving in the air and pulled him up almost effortlessly. 

 “Tall yes.” She took a moment to look up at him. “Heavy no, or at least not for a woman as strong as me.” For a few moments they just stared at each other smiling without a care in the world. That is until Rosi remembered he had somewhere to be.

 “Can we meet up and talk later? I’m about to get promoted at the ceremony.” 

 “You are?” His soulmate jumped a little in excitement causing a blush to form on Rosi’s face. She is so cute. “That makes two of us! We better hurry!” She grabbed his hand and started to run towards the banquet hall.

 Once the pair reached the venue, they had to go their separate way thanks to the seating arrangement. But that didn’t stop Rosi from keeping an eye on her in admiration. She was a couple seats away sitting next to vice admiral Garp. Rosinante leaned back in his chair a little more to see she had the same idea as him. She smiled at him and was about to mouth something to him, that was until Vice Admiral Garp leaned back, stretching his bulking body. Damn that old man.

 “The ceremony will be starting now.” Vice Admiral Tsuru stood at the stage's podium. “First we will be naming the new Commanders.” One by one she called the men and women up to the stage until.. “Donquixote Rosinante.” Rosi nervously walked onto the stage (Cautiously so he didn't trip and embarrass himself in front of his new found soul mate.) “On behalf of the Navy, we congratulate you and thank you for your continued service.” He bent down so Tsuru could place a pin onto his navy uniform, making him officially a commander. He looked to the crowd to see his soulmate standing up and clapping with a smile that made his heart swell. He gave her a sheepish wave before finding his seat.

 “Up next we will be naming the new vice admiral who will be taking over our G-7 unit.” Tsuru announced. “L/N F/N, please come to the stage.” Rosi watched in Awe as his soulmate, who he now knows as Y/N, walked up to the stage with power in each of her steps. “All of navy HQ would like to congratulate you on your promotion and continued service.”  Rosi had stars in his eyes as she was given the white overcoat reserved only for the vice admirals..

 “THAT’S MY GIRL.” A gruff voice yelled out. Rosi turned to see Garp hysterically crying. “If only my son would have been smart like her.” He mumbled out the last part.

 “That concludes today's ceremony. Good luck to you all in your new positions.” Tsuru walked away from the stage and people began to file out of the room. He looked up to see Y/N walking towards him with a smile on her face. 

 “Are you okay?” Y/N looked down at her soulmate who had fallen back in his chair thanks to the shock.

 “I am.” He smiled up at her. “I am more than okay.I just can’t believe my soulmate is someone so cool.” 

 “Thanks.” A blush formed on her cheeks at Rosi’s complement.

 “So.. Umm.. We have a lot to talk about huh?” Rosinante stood up and ran a hand through his blonde locks in an attempt to calm down.

 “That we do.” She shook her head in agreement. “I know just the place we can go!” She grabbed his hand  and led him out of the banquet hall. 

 ~~~~

 “This is it!” Y/N fell back onto the field of flowers that overlooked the sea. “What do you think, Rosinante?” 

 “It’s beautiful.” Rosi sat down beside her. But It doesn't compare to you. “ And you can just call me Rosi.” 

 “Rosi it is.” She smiled before moving her head to rest in his lap. “So question. Just how tall are you?” 

 “Nine foot seven..” Her eyes widened hearing how tall her soulmate was. “And a half.”

 “And a half!” Rosi laughed at her shocked face. “You have me beat, I’m (Height).”

 “I do. But I think you may have me beat in strength, little Miss Vice Admiral.” His hands dug through his jacket until he pulled out his cigarettes. “Do you mind?” 

 “Not at all, actually here.” Y/N brought her hand up to the end of his cigarette. A familiar violet colored spark came from her fingertip, lighting his cigarette. “You’ll never have to buy a lighter again as long as I’m around.” She said proudly.

 “Thank you.” He took a deep drag and exhaled the smoke away from her. “I’ve been meaning to ask what that power was. Is it a devil fruit?”

 “It sure is.” She stood up from the flower field. “I ate the Plasma-Plasma fruit, making me a plasma woman.” She jumped into the air before turning into the same ball of sparks that had him freaking out hours earlier. He watched as Y/N displayed her powers to him. Seeing her pop up out of nowhere only to turn into a ball of plasma a second later had him in awe. After a few minutes of zipping through the sky she landed right into his lap. Fierce heat traveled to both of their cheeks. “I’m sorry, sometimes I don’t stick the landing.” She gave him a sheepish grin before attempting to crawl away from him.

 “It’s okay..” Rosi brought his arm around her body, urging Y/N closer. “Having you close feels nice.”

 “I couldn't agree with you more.” She brought her head down to rest on his abs. “So question…why were you on fire earlier?”

 “I’m a smoker who Is also really clumsy.” The moment the words left his mouth Y/N jumped  away from his lap. “Y/N are you okay?” She raised an eyebrow at him before motioning to the lit cigarette in his mouth. “OH.” He took the cigarette out of his mouth and waited for it to go out. “You can come back now.” He laughed nervously with an outreached hand, which Y/N gladly took. “But I’m clumsy in other ways too, less dangerous ways.” 

 “Like falling over in your chair?” Y/N looked up at him with a smirk on her face.

 “Bingo.” Rosi wrapped both arms around her before pulling the both of them back to lay on the flower field. “So you know my fun little fact. So tell me one about you?” 

 “Have you ever heard the rumor about the marine who killed a sea king while they were sleepwalking?” 

 “Yes I have.” Rosi had heard plenty of rumors in his rookie years, but this one stood out. It was unforgettable. “Apparently it was a rookie who was on Garp’s fleet. They had a really bad sleep walking habit and from what I heard they sometimes tried to challenge Garp to a duel in that state.” Rosi recalls all of the lore surrounding the mysterious Marine. “But the story goes something like this I think. It was the middle of the night when a huge sea king came out of nowhere and started to attack the ship. Two rookies were on the night watch that night, so they panicked. They went to wake up the crew and met the sleepwalking Marine while doing so. The marine proceeded to walk right towards the towering sea king and looked at it with foggy eyes before knocking it across the ocean with a single kick.” Rosi laughed. “I wish I knew if it was real or not. If it was, I wonder who the guy was?”

 “It wasn’t a guy..” 

 “Huh?”

 “It was a girl..”

 “Really? How do you know?”

 “I know because it was me!” Y/N’s cheery voice mixed with Rosi’s mental image of her taking down a sea king with a single kick. “Ever since that day I tie my foot to my bedpost with a shoe string. Just in case.”..... “Rosi?”...... “Rosi?”

 “Y/N.” Rosi lifted up from the flower field and rummaged around in his pockets. “Here it is!” He pulled out a marker. “Please sign my jacket!” 

 “HUH?” Y/N gave him a confused look. “Sign your jacket? Why?”

 “Because you are the woman, the myth, no… the legend. My soulmate is..” Rosi grabbed her shoulder before lifting her up like she weighed nothing. “The sleepwalking sea king slayer!” He spun her around before they both toppled over laughing.

 “Am I really that popular?” She grabbed the marker that had fallen with them and pulled his coat open to the side. “To my biggest fan~” Y/N signed her name and drew a small doodle of a sea king getting kicked by her. “Here, it’s your turn.” She handed the confused Rosi a marker before laying down with her vice admiral jacket open. “You can draw something on mine too!”

 “Before I do this.” He smoothed the fabric down where he wanted to draw. “I’m not good at drawing. With that being said, any requests?” Y/N Shook her head.

 “Just draw what comes to heart.”

~Flashback end~

 “Y/N. I’m sorry.” Her name left his mouth like a guilty prayer. “Just know I love you so much and I ...” Blood spilled from his lips as he muttered his final words. “I did it. Law is finally free.” 

 And with that, Donquixote Rosinante, the man known as Corazon, took his last breath.

~~~Somewhere out at sea on the G-7’s main ship.~~~

  Y/N sat at her desk filing paperwork and thinking about a certain blonde. She pulled the white coat off and looked at the fading doodle Rosi drew on it all those years ago. It was a simple heart with their initials in it. I miss him

 Y/N sighed playing with the silver chain around her neck. With a gentle tug on the chain she revealed the heart shaped locket he gifted her. She smiled seeing the engraving “You’re an angel.” Y/N clicked the locket open, her smile only grew wider seeing her and Rosinante’s wedding photos. On one side he was holding her up in his arms, and on the other side it was her holding him. A knock at her door pulled her from her romantic reminiscing. 

 “Come in!” She tucked the locket back under her shirt before one of her men walked in.

 “Can you sign off on these documents for me? They are urgent.” The man walked up to the desk and held the stack of  papers out.

 “Can do!” Y/N reached out with her right arm and stopped when a searing pain formed in her forearm. “What the, FUCK.” She yelped while bringing her arm down on the table. 

 “Vice admiral are you okay?!” The man watched as she was unable to form words, instead she slammed her head against the desk and pointed at her right arm. “I understand.” He slowly brought her sleeve up to reveal the cause of the tremendous pain she was in. What she didn’t know, it was only the start. “Vice admiral L/N, I. I think..”

 “What’s wrong?” She brought her head up from the desk and felt her body turn cold. At that moment she recalled something Tsuru had said to her many years ago. “There had been reports in the past of soulmates dying and their last words would show up on their partner in the spot where their first words were”  That explains why she is seeing the words on her right forearm.

 “Y/N, I’m sorry…… Just know I love you so much and I….I did it. Law is finally free.” 

 “Leave.” The man nodded before shuffling out of the room. Y/N looked at the fresh words on her arm. “Rosi.” He can’t be. Her lips trembled as tears began to pour down her face. The pain she felt was beyond what words could describe. She had lost her soulmate, her home, her safety, her comfort, her Rosi. He was gone.

 Her cries could be heard all across the G-7 ship. The men and women aboard the ship held their heads low as their admiral mourned her lost lover. After a week  the cries had turned into sniffles, after a month it was silent. She never came out of the office, none of the food they sent her was ever eaten, and she never spoke more than a few words. She had become an empty shell. 

~~~~

 “Wake up Y/N.” Her eyes opened to a bright blue sky. She slowly lifted off of the ground and looked around. It took her no time to know where she was. The flower field. “You know I fell in love with you that day you brought me here.”

 “Rosi?” She turned and saw nothing. “Rosi, where are you?” She got up and froze when two arms wrapped around her midsection from behind.

 “Y/N.” His grip tightened. “I am so sorry.” She felt something wet at the nape of her neck. “I’ve watched you go through all this torment and I could not take it any longer. .” Her body froze. “I don’t have much time.” 

 “Rosi.” She tried to turn around to see him, but his arms kept her caged in.

 “Not yet love.” His voice was soft and comforting, just the way she remembered. “Y/N I love you and I will always watch over you.” Lips ghosted the crook of her neck. “But you can’t keep going on like this. You're alive but if you keep this up..” His voice cracked.. “Live Y/N, please. Promise me you will.”

 “How can I?” Tears started to stream down her face. 

 “You can because that’s what I want… More than anything..” Y/N’s eyes widened. “There is a time and place for all of us to die, but your time is not now or anytime soon. So angel, would you do me the honors of letting me watch you live, even though I can’t be with you?”

 “It’s funny.” Y/N sniffled. “You're calling me an angel.”

 “I guess we are both angels now… Wait no.” The familiar clumsy panic in his tone brought a bittersweet smile to her face. “You are an angel metaphorically, I am a real angel.” 

 “That you are.” A final tear rolled down her face. “But to answer your question I will.”

 “Good.” A large hand covered her right forearm. “I know this is selfish of me, but I want to kiss you one last time Y/N.”

 “If you're selfish, I’m selfish.” She turned around and jumped into her lover's arms to give him a final kiss. When she pulled back a bright light appeared behind him.

 “I have to go now.” He watched as the smile left Y/N lips. “I need another favor from you.”

 “Anything.”

 “When you think of me.” He grabbed her right arm and planted a kiss right next to his final words. “I want you to always have a smile on your face. Just like this.” Seeing the same goofy smile on his lips , the one  she fell in love caused one of her own to form.

 “I love you forever and always Rosi.”

 “I love you too.” He turned around and started to walk away from her. “I’ll be waiting for you, and you know I’m patient , so there is no need to rush okay?”

 “Okay.”

 “Goodbye for now, my angel.” 

 ~~~~

 She woke up in a daze wondering if what happened was a dream or real. Her fingers hooked around her sleeve, gently pulling it up  to reveal Rosi’s final words to her. But that wasn’t the only thing. Out from the words was a smiley face, one that looked just like his, in the spot he had kissed.

 ~Bonus~

 “Captain Law.” Bepo came running up to his captain who sat on a cargo box. “A vice admiral's ship has been spotted on the other side of the island.” 

 “Go find the others and let them know we are leaving immediately.” Law ordered.

 “Yes sir!” The white bear ran off as Law placed his chin in his hands. Just what I needed.

 “A vice admiral?” Law’s body tensed up. “That sounds serious.” Law slowly turned to his side to see a (H/C) woman sitting on the cargo box right next to one he was on. She was eating a bag of candy and didn’t seem to have a care in the world. “Want some?” She held the bag out to Law.

 “No.” Law raised his eyebrow. “Thanks?” Law got a better look at her and saw what she had on Dammit it all. His tattooed hand reached for his sword.

 “Don’t even think about it.” The woman smirked at Law. “Don’t you have any clue as to who I am?”

 “I don’t..” Law was sweating bullets at this point. “Want to give me a hint?”

 “Have you ever heard of the Marine who killed a sea king while sleep walking?”

 “I have. They called her the Sleepwalking Sea King Slayer.” 

 “How did you know it was a ‘her’?” 

 “What are you getting at?” Something shiny was thrown into Law’s lap. A locket? He clicked it opened. “Wait.” Law stood up and looked at the woman shocked.

 “To answer some of the questions I’m sure you have.” She stood up on the cargo box. “The woman you see before you is indeed the Sleepwalking sea king slayer.” Law looked up at her in shock. “And I’m also Rosi’s wife. Or should I say Cora’s wife.” Law was glad the rest of the crew was gone. A guilt he carried for well over 11 years had bubbled to the surface.

 “I’m sorry, it’s my fault he di-” The woman pulled the boy into a tight hug.

 “Don’t finish that sentence.” She gave him a few pats on the back before pulling away. “Just so I’m clear, I don’t in the slightest, blame you for what happened. And as you can see.” She pulled up her sleeve showing Law the Last words Cora said. “He died happy knowing you were free.” Law sniffled into the sleeve of his hoodie. “I see that you honor his legacy well.” She motioned to jolly Roger on the side of his submarine.

 “He meant everything to me.”

 “You meant just as much to him.” She smiled thinking of all the times he called her in secret to talk about how Law was doing. “I apologize for not coming to see you sooner. I say that like I’m supposed to see you at all.” She laughed. “Here take this. It’s the number to my personal transponder snail. Call me if you ever need to hear a funny story, because when it comes to Cora… Let’s just say I have a bunch.” Law took the paper from her hands and put it in his pocket.

 “Will do.” He smiled. “What’s your name?”

 “The sleepwalking sea king slayer, didn’t I tell you already?” Law rolled his eyes. “It’s Y/N.”

 “Will I ever see you again Y/N?”

 “Well..” She turned around to show the black letter on the jacket. “You better hope and pray you don’t.”

 “Fair enough.”

 “Well it’s been fun talking with you.” She threw Law the now empty candy bag in his hands before walking away. “One more thing.”

 “What’s that?”

“You need to smile more.” The woman gave him a toothy grin and then in the blink of a eye, disappeared.

“I’ll try.”

[loveroffictionalmen]

hey i have a request and its fine if you dont do it cause its a little different to your others! y/n is in a movie with scar, lizzie and flo, y/n sh’s but the others dont know that but one day they see the cuts on y/n’s wrist. i lovee your other oneshots btw

One Day At A Time

Pairings: Scarlett Johansson x gn!reader, Lizzie Olsen x gn!reader, Florence Pugh x gn!reader

Description: After a long day on set, y/n doesn’t notice their scars are visible.

Warnings: TW DO NOT READ THIS IF IT WILL MAKE YOU RELAPSE!!! self harm, mention of scars, angst, lots of comfort.

Words: 900

Prompt: Person A has scars and person B finds out about them

A/N: First of all, thank you for the love, I truly appreciate it! You all mean so much to me! I hope you enjoy, and like I’ve said before, my DMs are always open <3

It was weeks, nearly days since y/n had last self harmed. In all honesty, they were doing better than they had in a while. Since being cast in the up and coming Marvel television series, a spinoff of the Avengers, they had felt better. Happier.

They were with some of their best friends. Scarlett was like a mother to y/n, Lizzie and Florence were like sisters. They had become a family, the four of them. And since they were so close and spent so much time together, y/n barely even thought about self harming.

Of course the urge would come back once and awhile. But that wasn’t the problem. It was the scars. Y/n’s scars weren’t the freshest, but they were definitely still there. Their makeup artist who had been with them since the beginning knew how to cover them up, so no one else on set really knew about y/n’s scars. And it wasn’t like y/n’s costume was extremely revealing anyways.

Y/n sat in their trailer, finishing up their hair and zipping up the last bits of their costume.

“You almost ready babes?” Scarlett knocked on the door of the trailer.

“Yeah! I’ll be out in moment!” Y/n called.

“Good! We got you coffee,” Y/n could practically hear Florence wink.

“Thank you!”

When y/n had finished getting ready, they opened the door to their trailer and was greeted with three smiling faces and four cups of coffee. And a croissant, of course, Florence’s favourite.

“Director wants us in the studio by 8, if we run we can make it.” Lizzie said.

“Jesus Christ, why did no one tell me? Its 7:57!” Y/n’s face went pale.

“Run!” Florence yelled, taking off into a sprint, completely forgetting to give y/n their coffee.

Y/n looked down at their phone. 10:37 pm. They had been on set for nearly 15 hours, and all y/n wanted was to go back to their hotel room and sleep. Y/n barely noticed the lack of makeup on their forearm when they and the girls were walking back to their trailers.

“I didn’t know they added scars to your character. When did they do that?” Lizzie asked out of the blue, nodding towards y/n’s arm.

Y/n cocked their head for a moment, confused as to what Lizzie was talking about.

“Wait yeah, those are badass!” Scarlett added on.

The four reached the trailer section of the set. And it hit y/n. They were talking about their self harm scars.

“I-” Y/n started, too shocked to be able to form a sentence. Florence’s face was the first to drop. She smacked her hand over her mouth and whispered a muffled, “Lizzie.”

Lizzie realized within a split second, as did Scarlett. Scarlett was the first to speak.

“Oh baby, c’mere.” She said, holding her arms out for a hug. Y/n stood for a moment, then collapsed into Scarlett’s arms. Florence and Lizzie enveloped y/n in a big hug and the four were silent for a minute.

“I’m so sorry, y/n. If I had known I never would have said anything” Lizzie said when they broke apart.

Y/n stayed silent.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Florence said, taking y/n’s hand in hers.

Y/n was still silent. Then they took a deep breath.

“I don’t know. I just, I struggle sometimes. I’ve never been like, officially diagnosed or anything, but,” Y/n looked at their faces. Each one of them was focused entirely on them. “I just feel like there’s no way out sometimes. So I...” Y/n trailed off, gesturing to their arm as a conclusion to their sentence.

“Oh hun, I’m so sorry you have to go through that. That’s awful.” Lizzie said.

“It’s okay.” Y/n said, tears threatening to fall from their eyes.

“No, it’s not. You shouldn’t have to go through that. I wouldn’t wish that on anyone, let alone a beautiful soul like yours,” Scarlett said. She took y/n’s hand and gave it a squeeze. “We’re here for you love, no matter what.”

Florence had stayed silent the whole time. It was confusing to y/n, Florence usually was the most supportive out of the three girls.

“Hey guys, can I just talk to y/n alone real quick. We’ll meet up with you after.” Florence asked.

“Yeah of course, we’ll see you back at the hotel?” Scarlett said.

Florence nodded, watching the two girls leave and then turning her attention to y/n.

“I understand how you feel.” Florence said.

“Thank you,” y/n said, not really realizing what Florence was really saying.

“No I mean, I really understand.” Florence stayed silent and looked at y/n. Y/n searched Florence’s eyes. And it clicked.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry.” Y/n said.

“Why? It’s been ages and I’m not ashamed. They’re my battle scars. I know it sounds cliche, but I went through a lot a couple years ago, and I like to think of them as a sign that it gets better. How long has it been?” Florence explained.

“Two weeks,” Y/n said.

“Two weeks is amazing y/n!” Florence watched as y/n smiled sheepishly. “Look, I’m not going to tell you to come to me whenever you feel like doing this, or tell you to bring me what you use or whatever you’ve heard before. Just take it one day at a time. Okay?”

“Okay.” Y/n said.

“I love you, y/n. We all do.”

[bangtaninborderland]

Niragi X Fem Reader. || Come Here Sweetheart PT 2.

Part 1

It had been a week since your last argument with Niragi and since then he had been nice, too nice. For once he had been gentle with you, his voice soft, his words sweet lacking the usual venomous tone he laced them with, he hasn’t hurt you or even attempted to. He stayed true to his words of being with you every time you had a conversation with you, his role within the militants enabled him to know exactly what you was doing all day every day.

His sweetness only put you further on edge but you knew not to question it, his hands circled around your waist, his chin resting against your shoulder after pressing a quick kiss to your jaw. It had become a habit for you to wait on the roof for him after his shift, if he wasn’t dragging you along to be with him for the entirety of it then you was told to wait in either your room, his room or the roof. At least up here you were allowed some kind of freedom.

It’s ironic that even in a world with no laws you’re still just as trapped. The man you love keeping you in a cage.

“Did you miss me?” His words were slurred, you could tell he had been divulging in the high quantity low quality alcohol that the beach had scavenged from the surrounding stores.

“Of course I missed you.” It was only a half lie. You missed the person you thought you cared about.

“Shall we go back to my room? You must be cold.” He noticed the way you shivered lightly as his fingertips drew patterns on your waist.

As much as you wished to be in the warmth you were sure if you had to spend another minuet staring at the plain walls of your assigned room then you’d definitely go insane. “Do you think we can go for a walk?”

You winced at how his movements slowed, a sign he wasn’t expecting your request. “Why? Do you not want to spend time with me? What’s wrong with our room? What are you hiding?”

His soft touches turned rough fast enough to knock your breath out of you, his sudden interrogation not at all expected. “No-nothing.” You struggle out.

He spins you around by your arm, hand wringing around your through as he guides you closer to the edge of the roof. “You know I’ll find out if you’re hiding something, I’ll do anything to keep you with me.”

“Yo-you- hurting.” You couldn’t finish your sentence but thankfully he understood, relaxing his grip on your neck although not releasing you completely.

Niragi was always in charge. In charge of guns, in charge of anyone without a gun, in charge of you.

After you’d had a few seconds to catch your breath he continued his questioning. “Why do you want to go for a walk, you know you can’t escape right baby?”

“I don’t want to escape I just feel so trapped here.” You notice your mistake instantly as you glance at his face and scramble to fix it. “Not trapped with you, trapped here at the beach. I can’t talk to people if you aren’t around and I want to see different things. You’ll keep us safe.” It was better to sweet talk him, arguing only fuelled his rage.

You swore your heart stopped for a few seconds as he dazed off into the night sky. “Fine, you’ll stay next to me the entire time.”

You felt like a child being warned but you accepted it nevertheless.

“Okay, Thankyou.” You reached up to place a chaste kiss to his lips, he smiled despite his attempts to hide it.

The residents within the hotel had already started what seemed to have been a never ending party, beer bottles and glasses scattered around the pool. You hated coming down here and not because of Niragi but because there was always some kind of fight, crowds weren’t something you were big on even outside of the boderlands.

Niragi had warned you to stay in your spot, a corner he had chosen for you to wait in what he informs Aguni of your short departure.

You turn at the sound of your name being called, Ann approaching you. “Hey, I haven’t seen you around in a few days.”

“I’ve just been in my room.” You shrug your shoulders, omitting the part about Niragi not letting you do anything else.

She glances around, eyes landing on the man who had been occupying your thoughts. “You know if you need help getting away from him I’ll talk to hatter.”

You shake your head instantly. “It would be pointless, I both hate him and love him, even with a chance to have some form of freedom he would never stop trying. It’s easier to be with him.”

“Are you even happy with him?” She questions, eyes narrowing.

You think about it for a minute, were you happy? Did happiness even exist in a place like this? You weren’t miserable, he could be genuinely sweet, like how he would run you bubble baths, get you the best food available and put it on a little tray so you could eat breakfast in bed. He had gathered magazines and books for you along with art supplies so you could paint. You weren’t sure if he did those things because he loved you or because he wants to keep you busy enough to always stay with him but he did it and that was what mattered. He could be rough but you chalked that up to his fear of being alone.

“I’m not always unhappy.” It was an answer, a shitty one but one that was as close to the truth you knew.

“You don’t seem that way, it’s okay to admit you need help.” She states, taking the straw of her drink between her stained lips.

You didn’t get a chance to reply as Niragi pushed past her, an arm resting lazily across your shoulder.

You cringed at the thought of the scene that was about to unfold before Niragi spat the words “What do you want.”

“I want you to stop ruining all my conversations with your lovely girlfriend here.” You held in a laugh at Ann’s mockery, she wouldn’t be the one facing the consequences later.

“You know for someone so small you do have such a big ego, maybe we will see how much you want to talk when I press a gun bet-

“Niragi!” You cut him off, pushing his arm from your shoulders before walking away towards the exit.

You heard him calling your name behind you, the gravel under his boots alerting you that he was following you but you didn’t care. You couldn’t win, even when you asked for something small like the chance to have friends or for him to not be so violent he just couldn’t stop himself.

You were all for ignoring his shouting until his voice cracked, something that rarely happened, although you didn’t turn back to him you did pause your movement as did he.

“Baby I’m sorry okay! I know I keep messing up but I’m trying. I just don’t know how to do everything the way you want.”

You were shocked by his rare bout of honesty, you considered ignoring him, walking off and facing whatever anger determined punishment he see fit later but you couldn’t ignore the pangs of longing within your chest.

Even in a broken world a broken being needs love and if you were the one that had to love the beast you could.

“Walk with me?” You called you, extending your hand towards him. You didn’t mention the smile that tugged at his lips as he laced his fingers with yours.

You walked in silence for a while, the bare streets providing minimal background noise, you could tell Niragi was always alert even with the handgun resting in his waist band, he turned to you, face unsure.

“What’s wrong?” You hummed leaning into his side as your walking slowed, the cold air causing you to shiver.

He shook his head. “I told you we should have fucking stayed inside but you don’t listen to me.”

Your throat tightened at the tone in his voice but you willed yourself to stay calm. “Why should we have stayed home?”

“You’re cold.” You weren’t shocked, he often expressed his concern for you through violence or anger.

You couldn’t help but wonder what made him like that.

“Why can’t you just tell me that nicely? You don’t always have to be so angry.”

“What did you say?”

“You always get angry at me, angry for having my own thoughts or wanting my own things, angry for existing but you don’t let me leave. You keep me by your side hurting me again and again and you claim it’s love and you know what? I love you, as sick and fucking twisted as it is I love you I fell in love with the way you take care of me even if it means I get hurt in the process. I’m stuck with you because even if you gave me freedom I’d still be tied to you because I fucking love you.” The words left your mouth before you could think about what you was saying but in a way you was grateful to the inner courage you had even if you was unaware of it.

“Get over it.” He scoffed, not giving you a second look as his grip on your fingers tightened.

“You know what why don’t you learn to talk to me like an adult? Stop hiding behind childish fucking anger because in case you haven’t realised in this world it doesn’t work. Either you kill me or I’ll die in a game. I can love you, I can hate you but I won’t let myself be scared of you anymore, we had this conversation last week but you don’t ever change.”

You tried to pull your hand away from his but he didn’t move, your walking had come to a stop and the only movement he made was to further tighten his grip on your hand.

“You’re hurting me.” You tried to pry his fingers off your own but it was no use, you were sure he was going to break your fingers.

“Niragi.” You called out once again, only for him to push you full force against the old car behind you.

“You want me to be an adult right? Let’s do some adult things.” He laughed, a hand pushing your shirt over your tits as he uses his other one to slide down the waist of your sweatpants.

His fingers were cold along your skin, your nipples hardening at his touch.

“Niragi stop!” You screaming at him, thrashing against his hold on you.

“Shut up!” He thrusted his hips against your ass, your body jolting into the car.

You hissed in pain as his soft massage of your boobs turned rough. His other fingers working around your clit harshly.

“You know you’re mine.” He growled in your ear, his teeth grazing against your earlobe.

“M yours.” You slurred your words, tears welling in your eyes.

“You are mine.” Suddenly his touch was gone.

You slumped to your knees, the pressure of his body against yours was the only thing holding you up. You looked around in confusion, only to see the man backing away from you, his head shaking profusely.

“Baby?” You whispered the pet name you rarely used for the man.

“I don’t know why I keep hurting you.” His voice was broken.

Your futile attempt to hold back your tears was no more at his confession. “Do you hate me?”

He was hesitant as he took a step towards you, almost as if he was debating if you wanted him.

“Come here sweetheart.” You reached out to him and he answered your wishing, retracing his steps to join you on the floor.

“I don’t hate you, it’s the opposite.” He looks away, his hair messy around his face.

“You love me?” You didn’t know wether you meant it as a statement of conviction or a question of confusion.

“That one.” You wanted to smile at how he couldn’t say the words.

“Say it.” You prodded at his side.

“No.”

“Say it and I’ll forgive you.”

“You shouldn’t.”

“I will.”

“I can’t.”

“Why?”

“Because you deserve to be loved by someone who wants to leave here with you.”

“I want to be loved by you.”

He shrugs. “You shouldn’t. You aren’t very smart.”

“You want me but you don’t know me Niragi.” You roll your eyes.

“I know you aren’t smart.”

“I wish you said nice things about me.”

“Like what?” He looks at you.

“I wish you told me I was pretty.”

He laughs. “I don’t think you’re ugly.”

“Still not a compliment.” You lay your head on his shoulder.

“Why do you like me?” He asks.

“Why do you?” You ask him the same.

“Because you don’t annoy me.”

“But you don’t know me.”

“I want to.”

“Then try. I’m not going to leave you. I’m not going to want someone else and you don’t have to threaten to kill the people I care about. I don’t have anything to lose in this world Niragi, if you keep pushing me I will break.” You was pleading with him, wanting him even if you knew you shouldn’t.

“I wish I could explain things to you.”

“Things like what?” You look towards him, your face only inches apart.

“Like how you make me feel, how special you are, how much I hate hurting you.” He whispers, eyes focused solely on your lips.

“Then why don’t you?”

“Because no one taught me how.”

“Will you let me?”

A daunting moment of silence overcomes you, his eyes wondering across your face.

“Why do you want to?”

“Because I want to be with you and I can’t be with you if you don’t change.”

“I could force you to stay with me.” He smirks

“If you do I’ll kill myself.”

“You wouldn’t.” His face is blank, his smirk vanishing.

“Will you let me?” You ask again.

“Yes, but you have to be patient with me.”

“I doubt anyone is leaving here anytime soon, hatter is half naked and insane, Arisu is trying his best, not to mention whatever weird things Chishiya has going on.”

“Don’t mention them.” You can practically hear him grinding his teeth.

“Talking about them doesn’t make them suddenly become someone I’m interested in. You have to learn to bend a little.”

“Arisu likes you.” He bits his lip.

“As a friend, he’s In love with Usagi.”

“I’m in love with you.”

You’d swear up and down that your heart stopped, this had to be an illusion, a dream.

“What?”

He groans dramatically. “Don’t make me say it again.”

“Please?” You stare at him.

He shakes his head, a little smile lightening his usually angry features as he leans in to press a gentle kiss to your lips.

“I love you.” You whisper, the words holding a much happier meaning.

“I’m not perfect but I want to be better.” He leans in again, this time placing a kiss to your cheek before he stands, extending a hand to you.

You take it without question, he helps you stand up before taking off his own jacket and wrapping it around your shoulders.

He sighs. “You’re cold.”

“I am cold.” You admit.

“Can we go back? I don’t like it when you’re cold.”

“Take me home?” You smile stupidly, a grin stretching across your lips making you look dopey.

“I’ll get you a better home one day, it will be me and you, no one else.”

“Why?” You lean against him as you walk, his arm around your waist.

He laughs. “I’ll make sure you’ll never need anyone else.”

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An: so this is something I really wanted to showcase in this couple, Niragi can make multiple promises but it will always come down to his desperation of her to need him. He will always make it so she feels like he will change and can change but this man cannot stick to anything good. I haven’t wrote in AIB for a while but I remember when I wrote the first part a friend had said how it made her feel as if she had something to relate to with the way Niragi was so manipulative. The character of him in this fic is based on my own experiences. This was something that did happen to me and I thought it would be perfect to showcase how twisted he is. I’m Sorry this isn’t very long he is a difficult character to write for. I’ll write some smut soon I promise. Thank you all for 900 followers.