#one time i scared someone by walking behind them...they were holding a knife and lets just say im glad their first reaction is to scream

[kaeyachi]

not genshin/kaeya

my mother, human jumpscare extraordinaire, walked thru a pitch black hallway, somehow quietly opened a door the notoriously noisy door, and rapidly walked up to my cousin's face (who was in bed) to stare at him (like one of those creepy speed walking demons in movies), nearly making him scream so late in the night

she just wanted to check if we were already sleeping and i don't think my cousin would be able to after that lmao

[captainfern]

Hi!! I loved your marigold parts!! I was wondering if you could do jealous price finding out someone was flirting with y/n during training? /nf

All Apologies

Captain John Price x fem!reader

[“All Apologies” by Nirvana]

[18+]

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• summary - price never saw himself as a jealous man. not until a new recruit starts flirting with his lieutenant (you) lol. • rating - 18+ • wordcount - 3k • warnings - fem!reader, reader's a lieutenant so higher rank then soap and gaz lol, jealous!price, unprotected piv, hardly any foreplay (mans is desperate 🙏), quick and rough babe, praise, light exhibitionism? idk, strong language

sorry for the break in my writing recently but i'm slowly getting back into writing. hope this is ok x

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You had been tasked with training a new batch of rookies that eventually would make their way into the world of military task forces. You, a lieutenant, knew exactly what it was like to deal with these over-spirited soldiers. Ghost had warned you that training some of these "kids", as he called them, was not for the faint of heart.

You took that as a challenge.

And, well, it wasn't exactly hard. The group of about fifteen listened to you for the most part and, you noted, many of them were scared. Of you. You smiled each time they fixed their posture or stopped whispering when you walked by.

However, there was one rookie who was not scared of you. He wasn't exactly the greatest listener, either. But it was obvious that he was trying to hit on you. Why? You had no idea. But the man just wouldn't give up.

The flirting stared simple, simple enough you barely paid it much attention. Smiles and admiring gazes whilst teaching them drills, wanting to partner up with you when you were teaching evac manoeuvres.

But, as the training progressed through the weeks, so did the flirting. He brought you lunch during cool-downs, sat with you and talked your ear off while you ate. He was at your side during breaks, and more so during training. He loved partnering up with you, offering to be the crash-test-dummy when you were teaching the rookies fighting techniques.

Harmless flirting. A little crush on a superior.

But not to Price.

He could see the training field from his office window, and he stood there watching with his arms folded across his chest. He could clearly see the way that man was all over you, following you around like a lovesick puppy.

He rolled his eyes. Pathetic.

The rookie wouldn't even know how to treat you. Wouldn't know how to handle you. Wouldn't know what you needed.

Price knew what you wanted, what you needed. He'd treat you right, of course. He was a gentleman, not some desperate fucking rookie thinking with his dick. Price knew what his lieutenant needed, and it wasn't a rookie.

It was a captain.

Him.

"Fucking hell..." Price grumbled to himself, cigar between his lips. Jealousy, hot and incessant, stirred in the pit of his stomach like a ball of nerves. He had no right to feel this way. You weren't his.

But you were his lieutenant.

"Christ." He hissed, gritting his teeth as he watched the rookie put his hands on you for what felt like the millionth time.

You were being so good, teaching those rookies how to survive in your career. But you were just too good– letting that son of a bitch hold your hands behind your back, pressing you against his front as you demonstrated how to get out of the hold.

You were so good.

The rookie laughed at something you said, as did the other recruits. Before long, you were slamming the rookie onto the ground, straddling his middle with a wooden training knife against his throat. He had his hands on the thick of your thighs, breathing hard, a coy smile on his face.

Price grit his teeth so hard that he bit the end of his cigar off. The rest of it toppled to the ground at his feet, and he growled as he picked it up. His eyes burned holes in the rookie, where his hands held the fat of your thighs, eyes roaming up your body. Price hoped the fucking rookie could feel the daggers of his stare.

No one gets to look at you like that, except him.

And the fucker ruined his morning cigar.

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"You wanted to see me, captain?" You asked as you entered Price's office that evening. You walked into the office with a small, pleasant smile on your pretty face, and Price's heart lurched in his chest.

He felt like an arsehole for being jealous. But he couldn't help it. There was just something about you that made him a man-starved.

"Lock the door, would you?" Price asked gently, trying not to portray his festering annoyance. You did as you were told, twisting the lock while Price got to his feet, rounding his desk and crossing the room.

You twisted around with a surprised look on your face as Price closed in on your space, your back to the door. You stared him down, and Price could feel the light brush of your chest against his as your breathing picked up.

"That rookie's taken a liking to you." Price said, cutting right to the chase. He saw your facial expression flicker to confusion for a moment, before your eyes brightened.

"Oh, Cairo? Yeah, he's great. He'll make a great soldier." You said, and Price felt his annoyance for the rookie increasing by the second. The way you smiled when you talked about him. The rookie.

Price scoffed. "He's obsessed with you. You know that, right?"

"It's a crush." You rolled your eyes.

"It's pissing me off," Price grunted. "He's barely paying attention to anything else but you."

You looked at Price with a glint in your eye Price had only ever seen once. Once, when the both of you had had too much to drink, and ended up in a very similar position to this one. Only, it ended with Soap drunkenly trying to kick the door down, scared he was missing out on something fun.

"You're jealous," you quipped with that beautiful smile Price loved. "You're jealous of the rookie, captain."

You trailed your fingers down his chest, feeling the warm muscle beneath the fabric of his shirt. Price groaned back in his throat, a hushed, grumbled sound that made your smile grow.

"And what if I am?" Price asked, almost breathlessly, as your hand trailed further downwards. The tips of your nails scratched at his waistband, and he could feel his cock twitching in the confines of his boxers.

"I'd think that was totally understandable," you shamelessly flirted, your fingers dipping just a centimetre below Price's waistband, before you dragged your hand back up his abdomen. "I mean, if a rookie started flirting with you, I'd be livid."

Price let out a throaty laugh. "Would you now?"

"Mhm." Your hand skimmed up his throat, and you could feel the vibrations of his deep groans as you did so. You enclosed your hand around his jaw, fingers rubbing through his beard. He closed his eyes as you angled his face downwards, and slowly dragged him towards you.

"I mean, someone flirting with my captain?" You teased, the warmth of your words ghosting over Price's parted lips. "Well, I suppose I'd have to claim you as mine then, wouldn't I?"

Price grunted, another deep noise from the back of his throat, before he was surging forward and slamming his mouth to yours. You kept your hand on his face as you kissed, holding him to you. But he wouldn't have tried to break the kiss anyway– he was in fucking heaven.

The kiss was messy, fuelled by Price's overwhelming need to claim you as his. It wasn't graceful, or gentleman-like, as he had wanted it to be. It was desperate and rough, all tongue and spit, and as he pushed you harder against the door, he couldn't help but love it.

Your other hand was in his hair, tugging at the roots as your tongue met with his. His hands grasped and groped at the slope of your hips, the material of your thick cargo's angering him to the point he was pulling at your belt loops.

You laughed into his mouth, pushing him backwards and slipping your hands down your body. You unbuckled your belt, and Price was there in an instant to rip it away from you. You laughed again as you unzipped your fly and began shimmying your cargos down your legs.

Price slammed his mouth back to yours, the space between you agonising. He slipped his tongue back along your lips as you finally kicked your trousers off, leaving you pressed to your captains door in a t-shirt and underwear.

You were the one to break the kiss to breath, sucking in deep breaths as Price grumbled, trying to chase your lips. You smiled as he pecked at the corners of your mouth, and you grabbed hold of his chin again to steer him away.

"Someone's desperate." You joked, heart racing. Price responded with another grunt as he placed another couple of kisses to the corner of your mouth, before sliding his lips along your cheek and jaw. He began licking and sucking down the expanse of your neck, all the while slipping his hand into your underwear.

He moaned into your neck when two of his fingers made contact with your slick core, your arousal dampening the gusset of your underwear. Price could feel it against his knuckles. You keened into his touch as he rubbed two fingers slowly through your folds, the pace sending electric shocks through the base of your spine.

"Price..." You whispered, nearly a whimper, as his two fingers finally made contact with your dripping hole, teasing the entrance in loose circles. This time, you did whimper, when the rough pads of his fingers pushed inside you, so, so gently.

He moaned into your neck again, his tongue against your jugular, as he eased his fingers inside until the heel of his hand was pushed up against you. It pressed to your clit, thrumming with anticipation, and you felt your legs begin to tremble at the sudden pressure. You whimpered again, chewing on your lip to keep quiet.

The pace of Price's fingers sped up. Soon, the two digits were joined by a third, as he fucked you deep with his fingers. Wet noises filled his office, accompanied by the wet kisses he was placing down your neck, as well as the deep grunts eliciting from the back of his throat. You whimpered, clinging to his body, as your legs began to tremble. The motion of his fingers rubbed the heel of his hand harder against your clit, catching it repeatedly and making your mouth drop open.

Price pressed himself against you, keeping you pinned to the door. You could feel his cock, hard beneath his trousers, pressed up against you. You moaned, trying to get a hand between you, but the way Price was fucking you with his fingers made your limbs wobble. You whined outwardly, and Price moved his head to kiss you.

"Captain," you mewled into his mouth. He groaned lightly in response, his fingers curling inside you. "I n-need... fuck, I need you." You managed to stutter out as your orgasm flared hot inside you, but the weight of his clothed cock against your bare leg was making you dizzy.

He pulled back, eyes searching your face. He licked your saliva from his lips. "You want my cock? Yeah, you want it? Fuck... yeah baby, I'll give it to you, y'just need to come 'round my fingers first, okay? Okay, sweetheart?"

His words went in one ear and out the other, but you found yourself nodding. Nodding as, with one last curl of his fingers into that spongey spot inside you, you came. Your legs trembled, inner thighs shining with sweat and slick as he fingered you over the edge. You moaned loudly, and Price kissed you. You could feel him smiling against your lips.

You huffed against his mouth once your post-orgasmic haze began trickling from you, his fingers leaving your dripping hole with a wet schlick. You moaned when he pulled back and sucked his fingers into his mouth, eyelids fluttering. You moaned again when he took his fingers from his mouth and shoved them past your lips.

You wrapped your tongue around the three digits, enjoying the weight against your bottom teeth, while Price unbuckled his trousers– finally. You squeezed your legs together in anticipation, underwear drenched against you.

You hummed a pleased moan around his fingers when he pulled his cock out, fisting it a couple of times before guiding the tip between your legs. He rubbed it against your slit over the damp fabric of your underwear, and your eyes rolled as he caught your swollen clit.

Price removed his fingers from your mouth, using that hand to pull your underwear to the side. With his other hand, he repeated his earlier actions, this time without your underwear as a barrier. He dragged the leaking head of his cock through your folds, spreading your orgasm over your slit. It made you whimper, and he shushed you gently, placing a couple of quick kisses to the corner of your mouth.

"This alright?" Price asked as the head of his cock pressed heavy to your hole, slowly moving in just a couple of centimetres. It was almost humiliating how you squirmed against him, desperately trying to take more.

"Please, captain, I need you." You panted, head falling forward against his shoulder. You turned your face to the side and sucked above the collar of his shirt.

Price groaned, deep and gravelly and just the way you liked it. The vibrations tickled your lips as you sucked a bruise to his neck. Then, he slowly eased inside you, the stretch making you whimper.

"That's it, take it, there you go," Price whispered into your ear, making you whimper again. "There you go, sweetheart. Is this what you needed?"

"Yeah– ah, fuck." You moaned as Price snapped his hips, shoving his cock in roughly the rest of the way. The head of his cock knocked up against your cervix, and your cunt squeezed around him, making him groan loudly.

"Fuck, this pretty cunt's squeezing me so tight, sweetheart, fucking hell," he groaned out as he shifted his hips, dragging his fat cock out of you, before thrusting back in. He hummed contently as you moaned into his neck, and he gripped your hips, pushing you closer to him. Your underwear was tucked into the crevice of your thigh, the hand Price had on your hip helping it stay out of the way as he fucked you. He groaned again. "There you go, lieutenant. There you go, good girl. S'that feel good? Yeah? S'your captain making you feel good?"

Your reply was a moan against the flushed skin of his neck, your body buzzing as he slammed his cock into you. You could feel him in the base of your tummy, nudging inside you in a way that had sweat layering your skin and thoughts fizzling out of your brain. You could only whimper against him, clinging to his broad shoulders as he fucked you against the door.

His thrusts kept you pinned to the door, your shirt damp with sweat where your back met the wood. Your legs were shaking, with one on the ground and the other hooked around Price's hips. His cock hit that spot inside you over and over– that spot you could never fully reach with your fingers, and you briefly thought to yourself how you went so long without this.

"God, you're such a good girl for me," Price muttered, suddenly grabbing the back of your neck and angling your face to look at him. "You're such a good lieutenant for your captain, sweetheart."

He kissed you, and you couldn't do much in response to be honest. Your brain was falling short of telling you what to do, but you whimpered as his tongue pressed warmly to yours, and you could discern the lingering taste of your arousal in his saliva. That made you whimper, and he licked the sound from your mouth as his cock hit the plug of your womb.

You moaned, orgasm building quickly. Your legs were shaking, the base of your spine tingling. Your fingers tightened around his strong shoulders, your cunt tightening around his cock.

Price moaned. "You wanna come, sweetheart? You wanna come all over your captain's cock?"

This time, you somehow managed to get some words out.

"Please, please, please," you begged breathlessly, barely able to keep you eyes open as he fucked you towards your climax which built heavily in your lower belly. "Please, captain, please."

Price smiled, all coy and proud. The smug bastard, he knew how to make you feel good.

He knew what you needed.

"Come for me then, sweetheart, then 'm gonna fill you up, okay?" Price uttered, placing more kisses to the curve of your jaw, right below your ear. "I want you to tell me whose making you feel good. Whose filling this pretty cunt, hm?"

You hiccuped around a moan, your orgasm building so intensely that your vision was beginning to stray out of focus. You whimpered, high-pitched, as his cock continued to rut into you, ruddy tip slamming against your cervix and making you keen.

"Y-you, Price..." You whimpered, and the last syllable died on a moan. Price tutted, reaching a hand away from your hip to thumb your puffy clit. You whined his name again, breathy and light.

"Louder," Price grunted. "I want that fucking rookie to hear how good I fuck you– how good I'm filling this tight cunt."

His words all but ripped your orgasm through you. You moaned loudly as you came, cunt milking his cock in wet tremors. Your body trembled against him, and against the door, your heart rattling against your ribcage and that tight, hot pleasure releasing from your tummy.

"Captain– oh my–" You moaned loudly, your melodic voice ringing in Price's ears and making him groan out too.

You moaned loudly again as he came inside you with a groan of your name. He pumped you full, cum filling your cervix as Price pressed his pelvis to yours. He rutted into you a few more times, sealing his mouth over yours and swallowing the rest of the little whimpers that dripped from your lips.

"There you go..." He whispered against your mouth, finally stopping his lazy thrusts and pulling out of you, settling both your legs on the ground.

You whimpered, his seed dripping out of your fluttering hole. Price placed your underwear back over you properly, catching whatever else tried to dribble down your pretty thighs. He placed a soft kiss to your lips as he tucked his cock back into his trousers, still holding you up against the door.

"Alright?" He whispered attentively.

"Yeah..." You replied with a smile.

Price smiled too.

And, deep down, like the cocky bastard he is, he hoped the rookie heard all of that.

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[starillusion13]

Poisoned Love

Pairing: bff! Renjun x f!reader x bff! Haechan

W.C: 10.5k

Genre: Yandere, Friends to lovers, SMUT

Warnings: Pervert! Hyuckren, Dom! Haechan, Dom! Renjun, manhandling, toxic ex, possessive, restraining acts, obsession, anonymous messages, calls, texts, gifts, threats, crying, scared, privacy invasion, gaslighting(?), pwp (don't do it sillies), oral(f. Rec.), fingering, nipply play, cum as lube, praising, sucking, biting, double-penetration, lots of kissing, anal sex, finger sucking, multiple sex scene, forgot to add anything? maybe

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY LOVE @renjunnnaaa

Network: @kvanity-main

MINORS DONT INTERACT UNDER THE POST 🔞

"I told you not to put those choco chips now. Those were supposed to be the last step." The older boy grumbled and placed the bottles on the countertop, before glaring at the younger one who started laughing all of a sudden.

"you think I have put those in the mixture?" the younger one smirked and took away a bottle from the row. The other one cursed him in his head for disturbing him at every step.

The younger leaned against the counter and pulled out his phone with a smile. He seemed too excited about what he was about to do. The older one hit his bicep and glared, "then where is it?"

"in my tummy." He said but didn't glance at the furious boy who was about to kill him with the knife beside him.

He stared at him in disbelief, "seriously?" The younger one nodded and smiled at the small screen in his hand and this made the boy beside him to snatch away his phone and was about to throw it away when they heard their house bell ringing.

It was not like usual but someone was desperately pressing the switch as if they got attacked by someone or being chased by a mad dog. Haechan, who was near the kitchen door, quickly stepped towards the grand living room and then walked towards the door. He didn't hesitate to waste any time to open the door because if the person outside was a possible threat, then the guard must have informed him about it but without any commotion from anyone, he opened the door.

Two arms wrapped around him and someone's face was pressed against his chest. The familiar touch and the soft voice calling out his name, "Haechan...." was enough to make him realize the person who was hugging him. He raised a hand and stroked her hairs while the other hand pulled her inside the door, before locking it behind him.

Renjun was standing in a distance from both of them and when he noticed the figure in his hold, his eyes went wide and quickly stepped forward, "what happened?" he patted her back and caressed her to calm her down because she was too scared of something and clutching the younger male's shirt tightly in her hold.

"y/n...tell me what happened?" Haechan whispered the words, not wanting to raise his voice higher than that volume. You didn't pull apart when he tried to look at your face so he guided you to the sofa and made you sit with him. Renjun stood in front of you with folded hands. When he noticed a maid passing by the stairs, he called her and asked her to prepare the cake from where they had left. She obligingly nodded and went towards the kitchen and his attention was again brought back to you when you spoke up.

Pulling yourself away from Haechan, you took deep breaths and bit your lip. He brushed your hairs back and pulled your face up by your chin and noticed your tear strained cheek and red eyes with red plump lips because of your habit of biting lips in nervousness, "tell me, y/n. Is it the same reason?"

He knew. Both of them knew. Renjun scoffed as soon as you nodded. The way you were scared and nervous, they were more furious. It's getting too much. They can't let you live like this with the same thing repeating without any trace of stop from the other end of causing this mishap.

"Heachan, we need to stop this. She has already been through so much and now..." the younger one nodded at his words and smiled at you while patting your head, "how about you freshen up? You look like a mess. You already have so many things, even a room for yourself so go upstairs. We will be there soon."

Renjun extended his palm for you to grab and you did it. Looking at his face, he was smiling all the way when you stood up and turned towards Haechan and exchanged soft smiling goodbyes, just to leave for your supposed room. Renjun was holding your hand as if you were the fragile doll, well to him you were, his precious angel. He always reminds you that even if your status doesn't match with his and Haechan, you will always be their bestfriend, his angel.

Leaving you inside the room, he jogged to where Haechan was.

Looking around the room, you felt like you were at home. Well, you feel safer here than being at your apartment all alone. They have asked you to move in with them so many times but your common phrase that you don't want to be a burden to them makes them irritated. Well, not really. They appreciate your choices and decisions but not when you are living out there scared of the shit going on in your life recently.

Taking the necessary things from the drawer for a shower and then when you opened the closet, you were surprised. There were a lot of dresses, each of them being your favorites but there were only a few last time. It must be because they bought all of these because of your nearing birthday. You shook your head, chuckled and stepped inside the bathroom.

Meanwhile, the two boys were preparing everything to take along with them to your room. For the dinner, they opt to have it with you in your room and their maids arrange it in the way to their liking.

Renjun didn't allow anyone to enter your room so he took the trays and entered the door. Haechan was carrying other necessary stuff like extra pillows and water bottles.

"Hey! Are you fine?" He greeted you with a warm hug after putting all the stuff on the couch. Renjun placed the tray on the center table and turned towards you two. "So, what should we do now? What about movies?"

You pulled apart from the hug to reply to the standing male beside the table, "um...I don't want to bother you two if you have something to do but......thanks for letting me come here."

"y/n, we have said this before. You are our best-friend and it's natural for you to come here. Even we asked you to stay here to move in but you are the one not listening to us." Renjun stepped towards you before saying those words and cupped your face to plant a kiss on your forehead. "Come on. Hop on the bed."

"Let's have our time, forgetting all those negativities. Just let it be how you are feeling with us." Haechan said and brought a spoonful of cake to your lips.

"I can eat." You chuckled but he shook his head and urged you to open your mouth, "no, tell me how is the cake? I made it for you."

"you knew I was coming?" you were surprised.

Renjun shook his head, "No. we would have sent you the cake as a surprise and I made the batter for the whole process and he had just put it in the microwave without choco chips."

Haechan glared at him when he continued spilling what the younger one was doing since evening. Your laughter filled the room with their giggles while moving from one topic to another.

For a moment, you forgot what was the reason you came knocking at their door.

Their actions were too sweet. Always, they treat you tenderly. As if you are a porcelain doll to them, making you feel like one of the sophisticated items from their household. Skinship is very normal between you three, not in a weird way but hugging, cuddling with each other or kissing the other one for reassurance regarding a thing is common. Mainly, you are the one who receives kisses from both of them a lot. You are the one who kisses when you are joking with them a lot and also, they are missing your funny side when you are so quiet today.

Scooting towards the bed frame, you sit in between them and notice the double toned hair boy to place the tray in front of you. Haechan pulled you to his side when he noticed you zoning out and rubbed your arms, "do you want to talk about it?"

You blinked and turned towards him, "why is he doing this?"

He hummed and nodded to himself, "knew he was crazy for you. You thought of him as the perfect boyfriend but look when you found out his real intention, he is pulling off this shit." He hugged you and kissed the side of your head, "but it's okay. We are here to keep you safe."

"I know. You are here, both of you but what if he does something more? What if he tries to harm both of you." You clutched his wrist which was around your collarbone.

Renjun sat in his place beside you and smiled while patting your legs, "he won't. you know, no one can do anything to us, so stop thinking about that shithead and let's enjoy our time."

Yeah. Why are you still thinking about him? it's just going to make you feel more stressed and then scared to be alone. Well, should you say something that's been bugging your mind since afternoon. You wanted to say this for the last few days but your hesitation and what if... you don't know what to think more but you just want to stay closer to someone who feels like family.

"I want to move in with you here."

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You once had a family, a nice one but the sudden storm in your life snatched everything from you. Your teenage life and your happiness, everything was gone but these two met you at the park in the colony changed your life. Of course, it was nowhere near your mediocre environment but that day after having your part time job, you were strolling around the streets when you stumbled to the grand exposure to the park with a huge garden. The place belongs to all the luxurious apartments and their wealthy owners.

You were just crying to yourself when a boy extended a handkerchief towards you. "Haechan." That was the only introduction he had with you. When you hesitated and tried to stand up and look away, the one named Renjun pushed you down lightly and held your hands, "hey...what happened?"

Their soothing voices, warm lingering touches and soft smiles made you let your heart out to them. Since that day, you somehow bumped into each other a lot. Them arriving at your café, or pulling up in front of the university in a luxury car. Everything was surprising to you. You didn't want so much attention on you or never wanted to live like a wealthy person but you wanted to stay with people who will be close to you.

Honestly, the apartment where you stay is the one these two helped you to buy so that you don't have to stay in that previous old and rusted area. You were so happy that, with an affordable rent and two friends supporting you was enough to motivate you to move forward. They were literally a blessing in your life and your gloomy days were soon turning into the bright ones.

Not long enough after having those happy days with your two new best friends, comes your school crush, rather your childhood best friend, Wooyoung. The way your eyes went wide when you noticed him standing at your university gate with Bouquet of red roses and him dressed up in a black leather fit. You instantly ran up to him and hugged around his neck whispering, "I missed you, woo."

"I missed you too, baby."

And then you shared your whole life story with each other at a restaurant where he invited you for his success. He finally got his father's business position and now moving to this new city, he got to know about you from a common friend.

The daily meetups and the reunion of the friendship blooms into a new stage of bonding. The kindle of love. He was the first one to approach you with the proposal and to both of your surprises, you accepted it quickly. Why not? He was always the one to care for you, to be there for you and now, to love you. You are more than blessed to have three of them with you in your life.

But, as we know, the happy days don't last long enough. It's been six months you were dating Wooyoung, and once, Renjun suddenly told you that your boyfriend seems a bit unusual to him. you let him be assured that you know your boyfriend for too long and he can't be bad. He just nodded and smiled at you.

It was early in the morning that you woke up, all smiles and in a terribly good mood. You didn't have your university classes to attain so it was not a big deal to spend your day as a lazy one. You were in the middle of making yourself lunch when the doorbell rang. You quickly rinsed your hands and wiped them on your apron before going to open the door.

There was no one but when you were about to close it, there was a gift box and a rose Bouquet with a letter attached to it. You were hesitating to pick it up and noticed your name written on the red card with a silver glittery ink. Closing the door behind you, you placed yourself on the sofa with the gifts.

'Dear y/n,

You seem so happy and lively every day. Is it because of me? I think so. Well, I am sure it must be the reason. Who else is going to keep you happy like me?

Let's not talk about this surprise when we meet. I want to see you blushing while remembering my gifts. You can do this for me, right?

I love you so much.

From unknown (your love)'

"Unknown? Wooyoung is really weird sometimes and I love you too." You kissed the letter before sliding it on the table top and inhaled the sweet smell which was already spreading across your room from the flowers in your hold. Deciding a nice place for them, you picked it up and put it in the vase. The gift box had a ring inside it with one more letter telling you how perfect and beautiful you would look with it.

As he told you, you kept it a secret from him. Every day, you received many gifts from him and never for once, you raised the topic about the gifts.

. .

One day when you were holding hands and returning to your apartment, you suddenly blurted out, "Thank you, Woo."

he was surprised, "for what?"

oh, you almost mentioned the gifts, "for...for everything, Woo. Thank you."

He turned you around to face him and kissed your lips, "Thanks to you too for accepting my love."

Who knew after that day, your life was about to change.

He texted you the next day that he was going for some business programs with his dad to a different country and he won't be able to meet you for how long he doesn't know and even though you were sad, you texted him back with enthusiasm and being a supportive girlfriend, you appreciated his work.

It was afternoon and you knew the timing, his gifts. But he was not there, then?

You opened the door, greeting with a teddy bear and chocolates.

'Sorry, y/n. I know you are missing me but for the compensation. Here, a gift for you.'

You smiled while happily taking the teddy bear to your room.

But later in the day, you got more letters and more flowers and these ones were not the usual ones like other days. Now, everyday your excitement for the gifts were turning into a nightmare. It was about pure obsession.

The letters were all about questions related to why you were wearing the dress to the restaurant, why you are not going to the university or why you are still in your bed and not eating properly. How the hell does he know about this? You were scared and the closest person to share this was your two best friends.

"Are you sure, that's him?" Renjun asked you the question for the third time and exchanged looks with Haechan who was equally stressed like you. They were so annoyed with the fact that someone or rather your boyfriend was invading your privacy. Even when you were throwing away some letters without reading, he dared to threaten you. He even sent pictures of you doing your chores in your apartment.

"Who else would do that? It's clear that he is the one who knows everything about me. He is my boyfriend and it clearly mentions that whatever the person is telling or doing is for the lover. In some he even mentioned himself as my boyfriend and who else will know that he is out of town?"

Haechan patted your back, "it's okay, y/n. calm down for me. we will find a solution to it. We won't allow him to do anything anymore."

"I'm scared...what if he tries to do something more."

"You should break up." You looked up quickly towards Renjun hearing his words. He was staring at you as if he expected your sudden gaze on him. He raised a brow at you and you felt defeated when you didn't know what to reply to him. you should break up then what else is holding you back.

Well, the idea of breaking up was the only option that seemed right when after a few days, you got a call from Wooyoung, "y/n! have you received my gift?"

Gift. The word was so endearing and loving from his mouth but to you it was a curse. You nodded as if he could see you, well all those pictures, then he might see you right? You have searched for the hidden cameras and all with your best friends, but nothing you could find, then how?

"I want words, y/n. don't just nod."

Your eyes went wide and quickly you cut the call and threw it on the bed. How?

He called you again and again but you didn't pick up, you kept staring at the phone.

A message popped up in your phone,

'hey! I didn't mean to scare you. I thought you were nodding because I got the mail it had delivered.'

'I'm sorry, love.'

'Please tell me. Do you like it?'

Didn't mean to scare you......

You stared at the gift box in front of you. Didn't bother to open it but you texted him like usual 'yes' with emojis. He was too happy because of the way his next messages were flooding in your inbox.

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It started to feel suffocated and exposed in your own apartment and your two best friends repeatedly inviting you to stay at their place. Yes, you gladly accepted it and started to spend most of the days at their house. Sometimes, having sleepovers and movie nights or you all going together for short trips for half of the day. Renjun showed you his recent paintings dedicated to you. You couldn't really decipher the meanings behind each of his paintings but still you liked it because his hard work behind it was showing.

Haechan learned some new recipes to cook for you and honestly, most of the time, he made a mess of them. Still, the love for you was showing in the work.

These two were actively keeping your mind off from the incidents happening back at your apartment.

Renjun was driving you to your apartment when he offered you again, "why don't you move in with us? It will be safe and easier for you."

"no. I don't want to be a bother. I should talk with him. Why is he doing this with me?  Hope, it can solve the problem." you looked down on your lap.

"and you think he will? Will he leave you after that? He is obsessed with you. His obsessions are clearly showing. A healthy relationship is not like this. when there's still time. Come out of it."

He pulled the car in front of your apartment and you nodded, "I will think about this. Thank you, Jun."

He nodded and patted your head, planting a kiss to the side, "take care and be safe. Call me or Haechan if it's too much."

You exited his car with a smile but your smile soon disappeared when you reached your doorstep. Again, those flowers and letters.

And this time a message popped up in your phone from an unknown id,

'How was the trip, love? Did you enjoy it? Are you missing me?'

You were so scared that you quickly dialed Renjun's number and he was quick enough to reach your location and engulfed you in a hug.

"It's okay. I am here. Don't be scared."

When he asked you for the keys, you shook your head. You didn't want to enter the door and whispered to him to take you somewhere else. And he did. He listened to your pleading, he himself didn't want to leave you there alone. So, he drove you to a cliff where you love the most to spend time talking about your life. This is the place where only three of you come often.

When you reached the place, you were surprised to see Haechan with a white leather jacket and Black jeans standing, leaning against his bike and you exited the car, only to run towards him, "Haechan..."

"Baby...are you okay?" his voice was soothing just like other times. His tone becomes sweeter when he speaks to you. He really treats you like a baby.

And the next day how you ended up at their doorstep, finally having too much of the threats and scared that he might pull up something more crazy.

They blocked his number and shifted all your things from the apartment to their house. Even, they managed to change your university classes to online. Haechan even bought you a new phone with a new number so that you don't have to feel scared of him texting you again.

Was it all over? Or something more crazy was supposed to happen?

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It's been over six months, you are staying with them in their house, which they make you feel assured to think of yours too. But something, you did notice. Their skinship with you. The tension between you when either of them is too close to you. Why? You have a boyfriend. Well, maybe you had.

Then, what's this they are trying to show you? Trying to make you feel.

You were standing beside Haechan who was beside you cutting vegetables because last night, he decided to learn to make you a new meal which a lover should try to impress their crush.

"So, am I your crush?" you asked him and raised your brow when he blushed and turned away.

He shook his head while washing the knife, "keep quiet. I am doing something important. Don't distract me."

"So, am I your distraction?" you neared him and stepped beside him, leaning against the counter. "Tell me."

He glanced at you before placing the knife to the side and with a quick move, he caged you between his arms, trapping you between the counter and his body.

"Haechan..." you gasped because of his sudden action.

"Ask me the question again." his breath was near you, fanning your lips. His soft voice yet a tone of demanding was enough to make your breaths heavy. You averted your eyes away when he grabbed your jaw, "look at me and ask the question."

His lips were almost touching yours and the only thing that was crossing your mind was to kiss him. Why? You don't know. But you wanted to.

"Kiss me." you whispered the words, your mind going blank and your hands clutching the marble edge of the counter, nails colliding against the slippery surface and you bit your lower lip.

"Fuck, I would've never thought you wanted me in the same way I wanted you," he took your hand and pulled you towards him so your bodies were pressed together more. "So you are attracted to me too?" He whispers low in your ear, making your breath hitch.

"Well, I guess-"

"A direct one word answer is what I want." he cut you off, nibbling on your earlobe. "Are you enjoying this, y/n?"

"Yes," you answered him, finally relaxing in his arms. you held onto his shoulder to prevent yourself from collapsing, your knees feeling weak at his touch. "I love you."

He continued peppering your neck with soft wet kisses, his breaths fanning over it. You tilted your head to allow him more access. You placed a hand on his chest, then began to untuck his black shirt, both hands starting to roam under it.

His lips pulled your lips into a kiss, a soft sensual one. Never in a while, you thought to be like this with him and even going further into it.

At the same time, he was busy moving his hands up and down your sides, still moving his lips with the rhythm of yours. He grunted when your soft hands met his bare skin, his heart beating erratically. Tongues intertwining and hands roaming each other's bodies. You tugged his shirt eagerly and he helped you to take it off before throwing it away, he stopped you when you were pulling your shirt.

He wanted to do it on his own. He wanted to see you on his own.

He separated his mouth for a few seconds so he could take your shirt off. You admired his bare tanned chest and abs, not being able to keep your hands off him. He went to pull your pants off.

"Fuck...you are driving me crazy." He smirked and you were nervously looking at the door to see if anyone would accidentally see you in that position with him."don't worry, no one is at home. Not even Renjun."

Before you could say a word, he again dominated your mouth once again, making your mind go blank. His hands traveled to your ass, squeezing it. You moaned into the kiss, grinding against his still clothed hard-on. "Fuck, you're so hot," he grunted, gripping your ass harder. "He had this all to himself. Lucky bastard."

"I didn't fuck him." You whispered.

"Then am I the first one?" He smirked and held your chin upward. You nodded and shyly looked at him. "Words y/n.." he pecked your lips.

"Yes, Haechan. You are the first one. Please do something."

He lifted you by your thighs and placed you on the counter. You gasped when your lower half came in contact with the cold surface. He crouched down to kiss your belly. Your chest heaved up and down in anticipation as you felt his touch, trailing kisses starting from your ankle and going higher. you began squirming when the soft lingering touch of his lips reached your inner thigh. "Hae-Haechan..." your breathing labored.

He poked his tongue out to trace the edges of your underwear, dangerously close to your heat, but avoided the spot on purpose just to tease you a little longer. He is a tease and he is even proving it to you in this situation.

your hand grabs at his hair, the other gripping the edge of the counter. "please, stop teasing me," you whined, getting more and more frustrated.

He removed your panties with his teeth, staring up at your face, twisted in frustration. "God, I can't get enough of your look. You are perfect, y/n."

Your knuckles start hurting from the tight grip you had on the counter but it's the only thing that's keeping your grip strong because your grip on all other senses has been lost completely. Is it right to do this with your best-friend? But your body betrays you with the excitement building inside. You feel yourself attracted to him but...

You were distracted when you didn't notice that he parted your heated lips and inserted his index finger inside your lips, making you let out a choked up moan. It glided in easily, emitting a squelching sound as wetness surrounds it.

"Haechan, we should stop this. This is not right." you breathed out, sounding almost as if you were in pain.

Haechan, too preoccupied with his task, didn't even acknowledge your plea; he adds a second finger, watching how they get swallowed up by your heat. He began a scissoring motion, feeling your walls pulse around them.

" Fuck, Haechan...that- that's...more please" you cried out when you felt his thumb press on your sensitive clit. you breathe heavily, your skin sticky with sweat, legs shaking and fingers going numb from the grip on the marbled counter-top.

"I will give you more, baby." he kissed your belly and  nuzzled his face, his breath tingling against your hot skin. "Let's have the fun. I will give you everything, I promise."

When he couldn't take the insistent throbbing of his cock anymore, he stood and made quick work of lowering his pants and boxers. you whimpered at the loss of his fingers. He held your thigh with one hand and grabbed his length with the other, rubbing the tip against your wetness. "Tell me how much you want it, baby," he demanded and slid his cock against your clit.

"Want it so bad, need it, Haechan, please fill me up," you panted, swerving your hips.

"I want you too. So bad. My filthy girl. My princess is going to be mine." he unclasped your bra and quickly plopped a nipple in his mouth. You moaned out his name and grabbed his hair, his grunts vibrating against your skin. When he heard your plea to stop again, he chuckled against your chest while still licking and sucking your nipples, "don't fight yourself, princess. You know you want this. I know you want this. He couldn't have given you this like me." he bit your skin near the collarbone, "fuck...he should not have come into our life. I would have gotten you sooner."

your back arched off the countertop when the tip slipped in and he simultaneously groaned in delight. He pushed the rest in slowly, filling you up as promised. He leaned over your body to press his lips to your neck and leave wet kisses.

Both of your hands were buried into his hair, making it messier than it already was. He pulled away and pulled you a little closer to the edge by your thighs. you gasped and grabbed at the edge again to stabilize yourself. He pulled you in for a passionate kiss and he moaned into the kiss feeling you clenching around him. Your tears strained your face and this time, it made him smile because you were not crying because of that shit and his threats but because of him and his sweet tortures on your sensitive parts.

He gave you no warning before he pulled out, only leaving the tip in, and pushing back in.

he grunted, feeling the squeeze of those tight warm walls around him. "Shit," he swore, staring at your figure. His hands went up to squeeze your breasts and fickle your nipples, igniting your senses and making your body react to his touches more.

"You," Haechan praised, pushing in, "are...so...sexy" Each word was punctured with a powerful thrust, knocking the breath out of you beneath him.

His movements gradually started to get faster, his hands gripping your hips. He slowed down to put your legs over his shoulders and held on to your thighs instead, thrusting harder, reaching deep inside your warmth. "Haechan!" you clawed at his back, letting out lewd moans that mix with the sound of skin slapping on skin. he pecked your lips and smirked.

"Ah- Yeah, baby, scream my name! Let me hear you who's fucking you this good," He said in between thrusts.

"Haechan, yes, fuck me!" you repeated his name insistently, overcome with ecstasy.

he rolled his hips, grunting in pleasure each time. His tongue glided across his lower lip as he watched you with hooded eyes. Haechan moaned when your walls clamped down on his cock, pulsing around him, tightening and squeezing."Fuck!"

"y/n, so, so good, you are doing so good I'm so close, fuck!" your vision went white as you hit your high, body spasming with aftershocks and toes curling while your hips keep moving against his.

your orgasm along with your blissful facial expression triggered his own, causing him to release hot, sticky spurts of cum. He pulls out and jerks off over you, more coming out to paint your lower stomach.

he pressed an affectionate kiss on your leg that was still over his shoulder. "God, that was awesome," he breathed, running a hand through his sweaty black hair.

He helped you sit up comfortably before pulling you in for a heated kiss, your arms going around his broad shoulders. you sighed in satisfaction, softly dragging your nails down his naked back.

He bit your bottom lip in return, hands roaming your thighs. "Good?" Haechan asked you after pulling away. you nod in agreement, "all good."

He pulled his pants back up and stepped back to collect your disposed dress. He carefully dressed you back in your clothes, leaving the inner wears still on the floor. You didn't bother to wear it as you were going to shower anyways.

He kissed your cheek and you blushed, "I can't believe we just did that on my kitchen counter..." you hid your face in the crook of his neck. "but..I...it feels so wrong."

"Why?" He hugged your body and kissed your head. You murmured against his bare skin, "we are best friends and this feels so wrong...we are not even dating..."

"Will you let me be your boyfriend?" he pulled back to look at your face. Your surprised expression earned a chuckle and a kiss on your tip of the nose from him. You asked him softly, "are you serious?"

He nodded and pressed his forehead to yours, "yes. I am. Will you?"

"Y-yes. I can try."

He pressed his lips to you and whispered, "I promise I will treat you better than him. I love you."

."I love you too, Haechan."

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The sun shone brightly on the two figures lying comfortably in bed. Haechan blinked his eyes open and stretched, accidentally waking you up. you gently placed your hand on his cheek, caressing it slowly. You were still in disbelief after the last event.

"Good morning," he greeted in a gruff sleepy voice. The sound of his low voice made your cheeks heat up slightly as you smiled back at him with a greet. you both giggled and cuddled closer; your activities from the last evening had you both glowing in happiness and excitement.

"Sleep well, baby?" Haechan, stroking your hair. "hm, best sleep I've had in a while." you offered a small smile but he frowned. "What do you mean 'in a while'? Have you not been sleeping well?" He asked, concerned.

"It's not that... I just slept better since you were next to me," you buried your face in his chest in order to hide your embarrassment.

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Well that was not the end, even though you started dating Haechan. You could see Renjun was in a bit of a sour mood recently. Snapping at Haechan every now and then and sometimes, he even glares at you for no reason.

"Y/n...are you busy?" Renjun was standing at your doorstep, you plugged out your earphones and sat up properly and patted the place beside you. You shook your head and smiled, "no. I'm just chilling. Haechan said he will be coming home late. Why, do you need something?"

He stepped forward and locked the door behind him. Your eyes went wide in surprise, "Renjun?"

He chuckled and noticed a photo frame on a shelf beside him, you and Haechan smiling brightly at the camera. He himself clicked that picture for you two. He had also clicked a picture with you but why not he is there as well? Oh, beside it there is another picture but all three of you smiling, you in between staring at the camera and them staring at you.

"How are you and Haechan doing?" His slow steps made your heart beat fast. Your breath heaving with his low voice and chuckles in between his questions. You gulped and scooted towards the bed frame.

You managed to smile, "we are fine."

He placed himself beside you and scanned your body, in shorts and a short tee. You are really a tease. He thought to himself and his gaze darkened with the thought that you are dating his step-brother. You tried to move away from him when he held your wrist and pulled you in front, "where are you going?"

"no..I'm not going anywhere."

"Am I not good for you?" his dark voice and the tight grip on your wrist didn't let you avert your eyes away. He curled a lock of yours between his fingers and traced your face, "speak...angel. I know you can use your words." he kissed the tip of your nose and smiled.

"Yes, you are good." you breathed out the words. He pulled your ankles and wrist together towards him, a slow tug upwards made you sit on his thigh. Your legs folded by your knees and resting on either side of his leg.

"You know, haechan is not the only one who loves you in the way you are attracted to him." he leaned and whispered in your ears, "you don't know how bad I want you angel. I want to ruin the innocence of you." his breath tickling your earlobe and his teeth grazing over your back of the ears, where he pressed a kiss and trails down wet and sloppy kiss downwards to your neck and throat.

"R-Renjun...stop.."

He darkly chuckled in your ears and pulled apart to stare at your scared face, the look he is used to seeing because of the past incident of your obsessive boyfriend. He grabbed your wrist to bring your hand to his chest and leaned forward, "you didn't tell him to stop. And, look, do you feel the heart? That's beating for you my love."

"What do you mean?"

"I love you, y/n...please...I love you so much."

he pulled down the straps of your red tee, slipping them off your shoulders, unclipping the bra with one swift click and kissing the skin there. He moved lower to nip at your collarbones and you curled your hands above his chest, arching forward. He helped you slip your arms out, then proceeded to pull the fabric low enough along with your bra to expose your breasts. His head descended down to take a nipple into his mouth, making it harden as he swirled his tongue around it, gently toying with the other between two fingers. you squirmed, your chest rising and falling with every breath you took.

"Renjun, please..."

"It doesn't take much to have you begging, huh?" He teases, making you whine in response, "I'll have you begging even more in a minute, love."

Renjun kissed his way down your stomach, using his hands to pull down your shorts to reveal your panties. He pushed your knees apart, causing you to gasp in surprise. He pushed you down on the bed, your head hitting softly against the mattress. He traced his lips at the edge of your underwear, staring up at you with desire in his eyes; your reactions will never cease to entrance him. Them.

Your hands tightened in his hair, tugging at it softly as Renjun continued to tease you, softly nibbling at your thighs near the edges of your panties. he hooked his fingers through it and pulled it down your legs, taking it off and dropping it to the floor, leaving you bare apart for the tee bunched up at your waist.

your hands slipped out of his hair as Renjun scooted further down the bed, placing your legs over his shoulders. He kissed your inner thighs, tracing his tongue along your sweet skin before going even lower. you let out a loud gasp and your fingers twisted into the sheets when he licked at your heat. legs trembling with every contact of his tongue made with your clit. He held tightly onto your thighs, pressing his pointed tongue against your swollen clit in a teasing manner and flicking the little bud.

You were practically crying when Renjun pressed his tongue inside of you, slightly parting your walls. He looked up, seeing your face twisted in pleasure, panting and moaning as he thrusted his tongue inside your heat. He used one of his hands to rub your clit with his thumb and you whined loudly, trying to push your hips back against him.

"I want to cum," you stutter out, thrashing your head from side to side.

Renjun stopped all his movements to look up at you, "What's the magic word, baby?"

"Please," you begged, your hands pushing his head down. you couldn't take it anymore. you were so fucking close to the edge, you barely needed a push to reach your peak.

"You are so perfect, y/n."

He chuckled before diving back down to accomplish his task: he slurped and licked vigorously, swirling his tongue and flicking your most sensitive nerve. He pinned your hips to the bed to keep you from moving too much as he worked closer to orgasm. Renjun knew you wanted to cum before it even happened: the legs on his shoulders tighten around him and shake with the force of your climax, sending you crashing down.you pulled hard at his duo toned hair.

Soon after, your body turns slack, as if melted into a puddle. He kissed your inner thigh then your belly button and continued all the way up to your chest. He didn't waste any time removing the pant, throwing it to the side, he slowly pulled up his shirt above his head and your eyes locked at his chest, Renjun softly nips at the soft and supple skin of your neck, tasting the sweetness of it, inhaling the scent.

your hands held onto his broad shoulders and your nails dragged down his back when he finally pushed inside you, burying himself in your tight heat. He rolled his hips gently, enjoying the burning pleasure you brought to him.

"Y/n." He moaned in a low voice. you held onto him tighter, pushing back against him, trying to meet his gentle movements.

Renjun's hands roamed your body, caressing every curve of your form, leaving goosebumps in their wake. your breathing was erratic, heartbeat beating fast and loud in your own ears.

you could barely handle the way he was holding you close and making those erotic sounds right next to your ear. sweat slick bodies move in harmony, pushing and pulling, biting and scratching, lost in a flame of passion.

Renjun nipped softly at your throat then at your chin and finally your lips. He rubs your noses together affectionately and giggle at the sweet gesture.

No words were exchanged as you stared into each other's eyes, in the middle of your own little world, the only important thing being one another.

Renjun lowered your legs to around his waist and accelerated the cadence of his movements, already sensing you were close by the way you were gripping him even tighter.

The rhythm turned sloppy as you both chased pleasure, rocking against each other, holding on before finally letting go, flying high before spiraling down together and drowning in pure bliss. The heavy breathing fills the otherwise silent room and sweet kisses were exchanged along with soft touches.

Renjun hid his flushed face in the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent and letting his body relax but not resting his weight on you. He couldn't get his heart to slow down; the proximity and your delicate touch were almost too much for him to handle.

"Angel," he called breathlessly, snuggling into you underneath him, "I love you," he finally said. Laying on his side, he traced your face with his index finger, from your closed eyelids to your cheek to the bridge of your nose, admiring every detail of your angelic face.

The only response he got was your soft breathing.

Renjun smiled to himself, closing his eyes and drifting into a deep sleep beside you, holding onto you tightly in his embrace.

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"I'm sorry, Haechan." you were practically crying while hugging the boy in front of you and no matter how many times he did ask you about the reason, you were just clinging onto him and crying because of what you did last night.

He pulled you on his lap and rocked you in his embrace, "shh...baby tell me, what happened?" he kissed your head, "did he contact you again?" you shook your head and buried your head into his chest. "Then is it about, Renjun?"

You quickly looked up to him. Does he know what you did last night? He really answered your question as if he could read your mind.

"I know what happened yesterday." he combed your hair back and traced the purple and red marks on your skin around the neck and the exposed body parts. "If you are thinking, I'm angry with you. No, I'm not."

"Haechan?"

He smiled and pressed his lips to your temple, "I love you, princess. He loves you too. We both know our weakness for you. Because of this, we decided to have you as ours. But we were doubtful about you. How you will react and after yesterday. I'm sure you don't have a problem accepting him." he pecked your lips, and whispered into it, "Do you have a problem with this?"

"But this is wrong."

He chuckled and grabbed your neck softly, yanking your head back soft enough not to hurt you, his gaze darkened but quickly vanished with a smile appearing on his face, "you are doing no wrong, baby. This is what you want."

You were staring at his face. His words and his actions were more dominant than other days. As if he was punishing you for your deeds with his brother but also, holding back himself because that's the thing he wanted too. Or rather agreed to.

"I promised you. I would keep you safe and would protect you from everything then, why are you so afraid?" he leaned to your ear and said in a low voice, "Be brave, be strong, but take it easy. No rush baby. I know you got this."

"I love you, Haechan." you murmured and he kissed your earlobe, humming in satisfaction before returning to your lips. " You know I love you so much, right princess?" he pressed his lips to you and pulled your hair back to kiss your throat and left behind sucking on the spots.

You nodded and he asked you softly, "you will let Renjun join now?" you nodded and your mind was going blank under his sweet tortures of his mouth and hands roaming around your body. Your groans when he was pulling your hair earned chuckles from him.

He took his time teasing you, biting and nibbling and licking every sensitive part of your body, teasing you relentlessly until you were a hot whimpering mess.

You heard the door creaked open and noticed Renjun walking in, his eyes filled with lust and hunger for you. His each slow and cautious step made you squirm under Haechan's hold. He reached near the bed and pulled his belt around from the waist and tied your hands together to prevent you from moving them. your hands were by the top of your head.

"Renjun...why?" your voice was not recognisable, whether you were asking or pleading to him. He leaned forward, placing his palm on the mattress and smirked, "I haven't touched you yet but still you are begging."

Haechan pushed your top upwards revealing your body bare underneath. He quickly leaned down to trail wet kisses on your stomach, chest and flicking the nipples with his fingers and swirling the other one with tongue. Most of your body was already littered in little dark marks left by him. you squirmed as he continued his slow tortures, claiming you with love bites.

"I want you to do exactly as I say. Got it?" Haechan said in between kisses, looking at you expectantly afterwards. You nodded and when you tried to bring your hands down, Renjun caught them and glared, "did I tell you to move them?"

You shook your head frantically and whined, "No." Renjun discarded his pants and shirt, only in his boxers placed himself on the other side of you to claim your lips, holding your tied up wrist in place and other hand twirling the hardened nipples.

Haechan sat on his knees and palmed himself over the sweatpants and stared at you both. "Good girl. Now, spread your legs for me."

You did as told, spreading your legs with little resistance. He bit his lip at the sight, getting turned on. "Damn, that's hot," he gets on top of you, pressing himself against you. Your breathing stopped for a split second when both of them were right in front of you.

"You are ours, y/n. No one can take you away from us." Renjun said and kissed your cheek.

Haechan placed a light kiss on your nose, cheek then chin before descending lower.

"Please..." Upon hearing you beg, Haechan wasted no more time before diving into your heat, slipping in one finger and then followed by another. He made sure you were enjoying yourself by watching your facial expressions, grinding against the mattress at the same time to relieve his erection.

Your fingers clenched, twisting and crumpling the sheets when Renjun suddenly intertwined your pinned hands with his, your thighs squeezing around Haechan's hand involuntarily, the pleasure driving you almost wild. your breathing comes out in little gasps and your chest heaves up and down as Renjun continues flicking your most sensitive bud in hard circles, his tongue gliding easily across it. you could feel the familiar fire in the pit of your lower stomach blazing up. Just as it's about to explode, Haechan comes to an abrupt stop.

"Why?" you managed to whine through your heavy breathing.

"I like teasing you, baby. I like seeing you desperate and begging for my touch. Princess, you look so hot tied up like this, under my control. God, I wish you could see yourself from my eyes." you rubbed and squeezed your thighs together to ease the throbbing between the legs.

Haechan's dirty words, Renjun's manhandling, their rough voices and the animalistic looks in their eyes were making you feel things you never felt before. They were going crazy for you. The girl they dreamt of having for themselves was under their watch, their control, squirming and begging for them.

"I could just watch you all day." Renjun said and inhaled your scent from the crook of your neck and Haechan pulled down his boxers and took his erection in his hand, staring at you as he slowly moved his hand along his length.

Renjun continued whispering to you, he was enjoying watching you squirm and beg under his hold, "yes, angel. You are doing so good for us."

"Please, I can't! Make me cum..." you could hear the sound of him jerking off and making you even more desperate; they were free to do whatever they wanted while you had to take whatever they gave you.

"Aww, is my baby getting impatient?" The male above you smirked as he sees this and intentionally lets out loud groans, "Fuck..." He could hear you whining and the face you made looked like you were in pain. Renjun starts thrusting into his tight first, dangerously close to the edge. He bit his lower lip and forced himself to stop.

"Tell him what you want, angel."

"Fuck me. Ruin me, make me cum," you begged. you had never been more desperate in your entire life than in this very moment.

Haechan leaned over your body to leave more hickeys on your neck. "Mmh, baby is so wet for me," he said, running his fingers through your folds. He aligned himself with your heat and rubbed his length on your clit. You trembled at the sensation, trying to get him closer to you by wrapping your legs around his waist.

Haechan held onto your thighs to bring you closer and easily inserted himself inside your heat. You both moaned in unison as he pushed in slowly and dragged his cock back out before pushing back in and repeating. "Fuck."

None of your senses seemed to be working as you continued whining loudly and thrashing your head with your eyes closed, paying no attention to the almost crazed look on their faces.

"Baby, so good. Fuck, You are a poison to my mind. A sweet poison." He pronounced every word with a hard thrust, making it difficult for you to speak; you couldn't focus on anything around you, too overwhelmed by all the different sensations taking over your body. you pulled at the leather belt, nails digging into the palms of Renjun's hands.

The said man cursed in your ear, he quickly held himself up and spread his cum on your chest.

The man above you slowed down to a complete stop, making your eyes shot open. "Stop doing that, damn it!" you yell out in frustration.

you suddenly gasped in surprise when Haechan spanked your asscheek. "I'm in control here so I do as I please. Disrespect me again and I will leave you on the edge." With wide eyes, you nod frantically at the seriousness in his voice. "Answer me."

You swallow hard, flustered, "Yes."

"Behave, y/n." Renjun said beside you and pulled you in a deep kiss, muffling your noises. Haechan slowly starts thrusting again, making you choke on a moan. "God, that feels so good."

"Good. keep making those noises while I fuck you." Haechan didn't waste any time before he resumed thrusting inside at a fast pace, making you let out loud surprised moans. your hips clashed as he pounds into your wet heat, orgasms drawing closer.

" yes" you chant, followed by a series of moans. The noises made him lose control, letting out deep growls as he held onto your thighs for support and rams into you without mercy.

The bed squeaks in time with his rhythm, the sound being accompanied by the labored breathing, moans and grunts. Haechan slowed his pace but went deeper, one hand going to rub your clit to finish you off.

He grinds against you as your walls pulse around him, triggering his own climax. He quickly pulls out and releases his thick load all over your lower belly.

"Mhm, fuck yeah," Haechan leaned forward to kiss you shoulders, sticking his chest to you and nuzzling into the nape of your neck. When you try to speak something, he pulls you in for a kiss. The slow, lazy and affectionate kiss and you smiled in between.

Haechan pulled away from you, leaving your body feeling slightly cold under the touch of his brother, "Lay on the bed and spread those beautiful legs for me," Renjun ordered, licking his lips.

you, as always, followed the orders given to you but not without feeling a little embarrassed; Renjun liked the way you were complying to his orders and he smirked seeing your movements under his control.

As soon as you were lying comfortably on the bed, he went to situate himself between your legs at the foot of the bed and pulled you closer by thighs, kneading them. "Look at me," he continued giving orders, the authority in his voice making you shiver.

you lifted your upper body with the support of Haechan in order to see him, Haechan untied the belt from the wrists and your eyes widened as you watched him lift his middle and ring finger to his mouth, coating them thoroughly in saliva. your chest rises and falls rapidly as you keep watching him, while he just stares back at you with that wild hunger in his eyes, moving his tongue teasingly. He then pushes the two slick digits inside you, easing them into your wet entrance. you gasp and throw your head back into Haechan's chest, unable to control your body's response, and Renjun stops halfway, "Keep watching."

Haechan laughed and his laugh vibrated on your back. He held you down on your place, pinning your body against his chest, his length poking behind your lower back and the pleasure in front was driving you crazy. "She will be gone soon. My baby is loving this." Haechan said and laughed at your weak body in his hold.

Forcing yourself to not succumb to the pleasure Renjun was making you feel, you look at him again, licking your suddenly dry lips. Renjun's eyes flicker downwards to watch his fingers get sucked up all the way to the knuckles, his dick throbbing in want. He starts moving them in and out, scissoring them and stretching the tight walls.

you watch with hooded eyes the way his tongue pokes out from in between his teeth as he concentrates on his task, fingering her expertly.

"I want you to hold it in if you are near. Think you can do that?" you nod with furrowed eyebrows, whimpering in pleasure as his long fingers continue working their magic; they glide easily thanks to how wet you were, aroused by his dominant behavior. Haechan was trailing kisses along your neck and throat, often turning your mouth to kiss your lips.

Once your thighs start squeezing around him and you buck your hips, Renjun knew you were close to the edge. He moved his hand to replace it with his length and started to move a little faster, his warm breath hitting close to your nipples, when he sucked on them afterwards.

His hand left your thigh to go towards his mouth and he sucked on his fingers to taste you, tongue swirling around it before pulling it out and pressing it against your neglected clit. You were so into it that you didn't notice Haechan collected some of your arousal and started spreading it to your hole from the back and when you whined, he pushed himself from behind you. Renjun holding your body close to him and caressing your back. "Shh...that's it. You are doing so good for us."

Haechan groaned and held you still, the other male also stopping a bit to make you adjust, "relax. You are taking us so well. Good, baby." He caressed your sides. He planted a kiss on your shoulder and the other one who was still holding you close, kissed on your crown of the head. They started moving again, each cautiously looking at your expression, alert for your discomfort and they will stop. Haechan grabbed your breasts and squeezed them and Renjun grabbed your hips, you were clutching onto both of them for dear life.

your arms give out simultaneously as your legs begin to shake almost violently, white flashing behind your tightly closed eyelids, a loud and obscene moan leaving your lips. your back arches off the chest behind you as you are brought to the highway to heaven., tears spilling from her eyes and hands gripping him, nails digging into his skin.

"Please!" you cried out, whining loudly afterwards. your body wanted to scoot away and get closer at the same time, torn between the two. you panted in exhaustion and your body relaxes once they had stopped. they placed soft kisses all over your body, pulling out slowly. 

They lay you down between them and Haechan's hands comb through your hair while you stare at the ceiling absentmindedly, catching your breath. He whispered, "Happy birthday, Princess. I love you the most."

Before you could reply to him, Renjun turned your face towards him and kissed your lips, "Happy Birthday, Angel. I love you so much."

You glanced at the clock and it was 12' o clock, your birthday. "Thank you. I love both of you" you smiled sweetly at both of them.

"So, how was that? Feel good?" Haechan asks, a cocky smirk on his face.

"Of course it did... but " you trail off, making Haechan's smile fade into worry, "But?"

"But is it okay for us three to be together?" you asked, your face becoming warmer as you confess.

you had never done anything like this before, so you felt as if you were doing something wrong or must have gone crazy that you were liking all these things

."Don't worry, y/n, we'll be perfect with each other, promise. we'll show you all kinds of things in the future," Renjun reassured, squeezing her thigh, and giving her a sweet kiss before getting up, leaving you with Haechan.

"I'm gonna shower now. Haechan, can you freshen her up?" He asks and you whine, "don't leave me with him. Let's shower together. It's my birthday and you both have to listen to me now."

Before you could complain even more, Renjun scooped you in arms and laughed, "whatever you order, maam." you hit his chest playfully, his laugh becoming louder followed by Haechan who even started teasing you how heavy you look in his arms. Both of you glared at him and entered the bathroom.

You are glad that you are no longer in the past relationship with Wooyoung. You are out of his obsession and listened to your two best friends who stayed by your side, protected you and loved you. You are out of the toxic love. You are in a pure and innocent love.

Are you really, though?

Before Haechan could enter the bathroom, he heard a notification pop up on your phone. He stepped towards the table and unlocked to see it. He smirked at the screen, placing it back on the table top and he jogged towards the bathroom  when Renjun called out his name.

'Happy Birthday, y/n!'

        -Unknown (your love)

Love is poisoned by your innocence.

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— Rosa Pastel (2)

pairing ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ 42!miles morales x reader

summary ⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ after four months of having broken up with miles an event leads you right back into his arms.

warnings ✧˖ ° gaslighting, manipulation, toxic relationship, threatening, unwanted flirting, miles is a major red flag, violence, mentioned murder, stalking.

m. list, main m. list.

translations ✧࿓☾ princesa: princess, mi angelito: my little angel, bonito: handsome/pretty boy, los mataré, entiendes?: i'll kill them, understand?

a/n . . ◟੭ here’s part one! heyy, loves! i’m sorry for the long wait, i have been busy writing other fics and with real life things!

four months.

it has been four months since you left miles and you couldn't feel anymore miserable, your entire world had revolved around him and it was like it stopped the motion the moment you broke up with him.

he hadn't tried anything to approach you or even contact you, part of it made you mad but the other part was relieved because you didn't know what you would do if miles tried to explain himself again while you were still vulnerable.

you have tried to go on multiple dates since then, but they turned out really badly since either the person was the rudest one you have ever met or stood you up. you were tired of that, what was wrong with this people? asking someone on a date just to treat them like shit, then never trying to speak with you again or not show at all.

now you were getting ready for a party, almost done with your look. you had spent most of the time stressing out on what to wear because you wanted attention but not that much attention so you had to figure out something fast.

after deciding which dress to wear you did your makeup and hair, before putting on some short heeled stilettos to finish off the look. you sighed looking at the mirror, maybe today you could forget about him for a while and focus on having fun for once.

grabbing your purse and double checking that everything you needed was inside of it, you left your house. breathing in the fresh air, you started walking to the convenience store, wanting to buy something before calling an uber.

however your plans changed when you noticed a group of men standing there drinking, smoking and looking crazy. you turned, deciding to just make your way back home and call the uber. the streets were dangerous ever since captain morales died and you didn't want to fall victim to any of this men.

"hey, sweetheart! where you going?" one of them noticed you and called out.

you cursed under your breath, squeezing your eyes together and walking faster.

"now, why are you walking so fast? huh?" the same one that had talked before had ran towards you and caught your arm in his grasp.

"please, leave me alone." now you were scared.

"and why would i do that?" he eyed you from head to toe. "aren't you a doll, wanna go back to my place?"

it sounded like a question but you knew that it wasn't. "listen, i just wanna go home."

"i can go home with you too." he laughed and the others, who you didn't notice had gotten closer, started laughing too.

five grown men surrounding you. this night couldn't get any worse. the one holding you took out a pocket knife and ran it across your face.

"let go of me!" you said, trying to keep it together and not show any fear.

"i don't think so." the man shook his head with a sick grin on his face, lifting the knife from your face and shaking it as well. "now—"

there was a loud slashing sound and suddenly the man was on the floor, blood pooling around him, four deep slashes across his back.

you knew who it was from and you didn't hesitate to run, it was hard on heels but you made it home, locking the door behind you and putting a hand over your mouth to muffle your sobs.

miles had just killed someone. right in front of you, he just killed him. you slid down the door, your hand still covering your mouth as tears fell down from your eyes.

"don't cry, mami." the voice scared you but you had no energy to jump at the sound or to start yelling at him for what he did. "that man ain't worth it."

"just leave me alone, please..." you managed to say.

"what if someone tries to break in?" miles asked, kneeling in front of you. "what if you get harassed again? won't you want me there for you? to protect you?"

you finally looked over at him, a claw was laying beside him, covered in blood and his suit had some fresh blood on it.

"you killed them all?" you asked.

"of course i did," he nodded with a sweet smile, making him appear so innocent. "one laid his hands on you while the others just watched. they all deserved what they got."

"you killed them."

"yes, and i would do it again to protect you."

"miles, you killed." you took a shaky breath. "because of me."

"no, princesa." he shook his head. "i killed for you. there is a difference."

"what difference?" you asked angrily. "it's all the same. for me, because of me. it's my fault they died."

"no, it's their fault for messing with what's mine." miles corrected. "i was just protecting you, princesa. if i had let them live they could have attacked you again or another person."

you thought about this, he was right. "they could've attacked another person." you repeated and nodded. "you're right."

"of course, i'm right." miles smirked, knowing that he was breaking through. "i always make sure you're okay, even checking in on the guys you set up your little dates with."

"what?" you asked confused.

"well, some of them weren't nice to my princesa so i had to take care of that. and others didn't deserve a date with you." he shrugged.

"but you only did that to protect me, right?"

"of course, mi angelito." he nodded.

"everything that you have done was for that too?"

"yes," miles nodded, encouraging your thoughts of you needing him. "so will you take me back?"

"yeah," you nodded, wiping your tear stained cheeks with a smile.

"good," miles nodded and grabbed your chin with the same hand he used to kill, pulling you in to leave a peck on your lips. "you are never going to leave me again, understand?"

you nodded.

"i asked if you understand?" he said more forcefully.

"yes, bonito." you answered verbally this time.

miles smirked. "good."

he pulled you back in for a real kiss this time, his mouth coming in contact with yours into a blissful kiss. his tongue pushed its way inside your mouth, fighting yours and winning, exploring every inch of the place he missed so much.

"don't ever think about going out with other men again." miles said between kisses. "los mataré, entiendes?"

"yes." you nodded and pulled him back in to kiss him.

you just missed him so much. why were you so stupid to leave him in the first place? all he wanted was to protect you.

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Omg how about we get like a pov of rindou reacting when renzo doesn’t wanna hold his hand anymore😭

Hope you like it ♡

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Hand holding

Rindou x reader

Warnings: none

"I don't wanna" Renzo babbled out as he let go of Rindou's hand for the 10th time in the last 20 minutes.

" Renzo hold my hand now" Rindou replied with much more authoritive tone now. He was no longer playing the 3 year-olds game.

Rindou was not about to let his son became a poster boy for the back of a milk cartoon because the young boy had decided he no longer wanted to hold his hand.

"Renzo hold it"

"You can't make me" Renzo said looking up at Rindou making eye contact with his father; the much smaller boy who was barely tall enough to reach his father's knees, stood his ground firm. He was not going to hold his hand, no matter what.

Rindou was taken aback by the young boys sudden switch in behavior, he was usually very accepting of holding his father's hand especially in crowded places.

"Haitani Renzo hold this hand right now"

"I don't have any hands" the small boy said pulling the sleeves of his sweater over his hands.

And all while Rindou argued with Renzo you stood on the sidelines watching as the scene played out. Feeling lucky as for once you were ignored in their arguments not being pulled in to play referee.

"Renzo what if someone steals you" Rindou asked with a raised brow trying his best to scare his son into holding his hand.

"Uncle Sanzu said if anyone steals me he'll hunt them down like a hungry man hunting a fat hog" Renzo said matter of factly as he spoke now without a stutter watching as his father face went completely blank just starring down blinking at him.

But just as Renzo was about to take his father's lack of reaction as a win Rindou began talking.

"Uncle Sanzu thinks he can kill a shark with a butter knife, his delusion" Rindou said as he reached forward in an attempt to grab Renzo's hand. Only to watch as the young boy began running just in time to not be grabbed by his father.

You watched as you saw you son running like his life depended on it in your direction, with you frowning husband following closely behind.

"Mommy!" Renzo screamed arms reaching out towards you hoping you'd shield him from his father.

"Make Daddy stop" the young boy said as he came to a stop infront of you, now slightly hanging onto your leg.

"(Y/N) make Renzo stop, and tell him to hold my hand" Rindou said as he approached the two of you.

And finally your luck for the day had ran out as you were once again playing referee for your son and husband's silly arguments.

"Rindou you can't force Renzo to hold your hand" you said causing your son to stick his tongue out mockingly at your husband.

"And Renzo you have to hold someone's hand"

It was now Rindou's turn to stick his tongue out in victory over the argument with Renzo.

"Fine I'll hold you hand mommy" Renzo said grabbing your hand placing his smaller one in yours.

"Fine then" Rindou said with a sigh as he began walking ahead of you and Renzo.

You looked down at Renzo and then at his hand you held. Your eyes quickly peering to your husband who you could tell was sulking. He had mentioned to you time and time again how he was scared that Renzo was growing up to fast, feeling as if his young son would soon be a man.

And this moment here only solidified Rindou's thoughts in his head. His son no longer wished to hold his hand. Even though you couldn't see Rindou's face you knew it was probably etched with sadness and you even though you couldn't read Rindou's thoughts you knew it was plagued with heartache at his son's rejection.

"Renzo why don't you want to hold daddy's hand?" You asked looking down at your son.

"Because I'm a big boy now" he replied keeping his gaze forward as the two of you continued to walk.

"But you're holding my hand which isn't that different from holding your dad's"

"I always hold daddy's hand and people always say I'm a baby for holding it. So if I hold mommy's I won't get called a baby"

"Just because you hold someone's hand doesn't make you a baby. Holding someone's hand means they love and care for you" you explained to your son, watching as his head snapped up at you to watch as you spoke to him.

"Daddy loves and cares about you alot that's why he always wants to hold you hand, I do too but it means alot to Daddy and he feels sad when you don't want to"

"Daddys sad?" Renzo asked.

"Yeah can't you tell look how his walking all hunched over like a sloth, you know he only walks like that when his sad"

"Oh no Daddy is sad" Renzo said realizing what was happening.

And soon enough you felt your son let go of your hand as he sprinted in the direction of Rindou.

"Daddy!" Renzo shouted as he ran to his father causing Rindou to turn around.

Rindou watched with slight shock in his face as he watched his son ran towards him coming to a stop infront of him.

"I love you too, Daddy now let's hold hands" Renzo said grabbing Rindou's hand causing the older Haitani to smile as he lightly gripped his son's.

"Do you feel happy now Daddy?" Renzo asked as he and Rindou began to walk again.

"Very"

"Good cause mommy said you walk like a sad sloth"

"Mommy said that? What else does she say about me?"

You listened as your son and husband spoke as they walked, hearing your son spill your secrets to you husband but not minding it at all if it meant he got to spend time with the person he feared he had the least amount with.

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That's the kind of heartbreak time could never mend - Part 5

Previous Part - Next Part

There are pictures lying everywhere around her, to try and make her mind work or at least that is what doctor Everdeen has told her.

Some pictures make her brain hurt from looking at them, like memories are trying to come back but aren’t able to. Others are just there, and she can’t even remember who the person is on it. In only one picture she can recognize the person, but the memories linked with him are not the best ones. 

Peeta and you are smiling at the camera, a half-eaten cake in front of them with three forks around it. They both have a bit of frosting on the cheeks while they are holding their teacups in the air. You don’t know how the both of you came to be how you are today, broken down, when just a couple of weeks ago you were smiling for the picture. 

One picture always takes your attention, the man in it is smiling warmly at her while she smiles at the camera a long dress covering her body. It looks like it had been taken at a ball, champagne flutes in both of their hands but she looked happy there. You feels like you are missing something, just like when he was looking at you with heartbroken eyes when you told him you couldn’t remember him.

“How is memory lane going?”, a voice asks behind you and you see Doctor Everdeen looking at you sweetly. 

“Could be going better, some pictures bring me headaches, others don’t do anything and then there is the picture of Peeta.”, the doctor nods at your words and writes down what you just told her. 

“The good news is that we took you just on time before they managed to make everything disappear. However, we were thinking of making you talk with Peeta if you are feeling up to it? It could help the both of you.”, Doctor Everdeen says the last part after a few seconds, and you look at her surprised. 

“What happened to him? The only thing I could hear were his screams.”, you whisper softly, looking at her for answers.

“They used some venom to make him believe that Katniss was the enemy and that she is a mutt that needs to be killed.”, your blood turns cold at the words, although you didn’t remember Katniss well you knew she was important to Peeta or that was at least what was shown on your board.

“Can I first take a look around?”, you try to ask, they hadn’t really let you out of the hospital too scared of what could happen. The doctor looks unsure but after a sigh she looks at you carefully.

“You will have a guard with you, and you have one hour.”, she looks like she was expecting your question because a guard enters at her words, and you look at her in surprise.

“I’m Boggs, I’ll be with you.”, he says after a moment of silence, and you nod slowly at his words before taking the clothes the doctor offers you.

--

The halls are quiet as you walk through them, it looks like a big maze, and you don’t know how you would’ve found your way without Boggs leading you around.

You arrive in a room filled with weapons, lining up on the walls and you try to understand why the man brought you here, but he just nods towards the long row of targets. The guns attract your attention, and you take a small one before moving towards the knifes choosing a small one. 

As you come before a target it starts moving into place, you look back towards Boggs who gives you a small smile before you turn around trying to grip the knife correctly. Memories of a knife flash back as you grip it tighter, a butcher shop flashes before your eyes making you take a step back. 

“We don’t want a murderer as a daughter.”, you hear someone yell as the memories of a butcher shop takes over, a small girl looking at her father skillfully cutting the meat and then a flashforward to a bag being thrown in front of you.

You shake your head and grip the knife tighter before making a pirouette and throwing it hard against the target, not expecting new memories to appear. 

Blood, so much blood surrounding the abdomen of a young girl who is looking at you with scared eyes. She is whispering words that you can’t differ, but you feel the pain and guilt again. You feel like you can’t breathe and for a moment you close your eyes before you hear Boggs voice and you come back from the memories. He is looking at you worried but still a feet away from you with his hands up, and you remember that you still have a gun in your hands. It drops to the floor, and you sit on the floor trying to make sense of everything you just saw, while staring at the knife in the target.

“It’s the 75th Hunger Games!”, you hear a voice yell in a faraway memory full of pride and cockiness.

A voice breaks through your daydream and you see Boggs in front of you, looking at you with worried eyes.

“What is happening? Can you talk to me?”, you nod slowly before taking a deep breath.

“T-the knife. It brought back memories.”, you manage to whisper, and he looks at you slightly surprised before sitting down in front of you.

“That’s good. Can you tell me what you saw?”, you close your eyes at his words and a moment later you nod slowly.

“There were memories of a butcher shop and then a bag being thrown in front of me with a voice saying that they don’t want a murderer as a daughter.”, you tell him slowly and he seems to think for a moment before nodding slowly. 

“Your parents were district 12 butchers, so you are starting to remember them. That memory of the bag was probably when you came home from the games.”, he tells you softly like he is scared that it will break you. But his words make sense, the pain you felt at the memories must have been of your parents telling you to leave.

“There was a second memory.”, Boggs nods and you try to think of how to tell him before taking a deep breath.

“When the knife hit the target, a memory came back from a blond girl holding onto my hand, my other hand was on her wound and she looked like she was begging me to do something.”, a headache starts to form at the memories that you try to find again. Boggs is silent for a moment before looking at you carefully.

“I don’t know how much I can tell you, Doctor Everdeen will decide that when you tell her about this but that was a memory from your games.”, you remember the doctor telling you that you would have memories from games that you were in and that you won, so that must have been one.

“Thank you.”, you whisper after a moment, and he looks at you with a sad smile.

“I’m glad you are starting to remember some things. But we need to go see Mellark.”, he says after a moment and you simply nod, letting him take you with him.

--

The door is locked as you arrive, and Boggs looks at you for a moment while you look at the door feeling nervous.

“If you want to leave at any point, you tell us and we open the door.”, he says with a hard tone, and you simply nod taking a step towards the door.

Boggs tells them to open the door and you enter the room, seeing glass windows where you can’t seem to be able to see anything through. The room is all white, a bit like yours and you can’t help but want to take some paints and make it more colorful.

Peeta is in the middle of the room, looking at you with curious eyes while his hands are tied up just like his legs. He looks as exhausted and tortured as you, his screams come back in your memories, and you have to stop yourself from closing your eyes at the memories.

“You came.”, he whispers, and you can’t help but smile at his words.

“Couldn’t leave you here, could I?”, you whisper back before sitting down on his bed and smiling softly.

“How are you doing?”, typical of Peeta always wondering how others were doing before himself.

“Could be better, after all I lost all of my memories but otherwise nothing new. How are you doing?”, he snorts at your words, and you can’t help but smile bitterly in response.

“Everyone thinks I’ve gone crazy, and I don’t know what is happening to me.”, you can’t help but feel sick at his words, so you take his hand and squeeze it.

“They fucked us up really bad, didn’t they.”, Peeta chuckles at your words before it slowly dies down in his throat.

“I just want to be myself again.”, he whispers after a moment, and you feel tears in your eyes at his words.

“I know, I do too.”, you manage to say while your voice breaks down at the words. The two of you look at each other for a moment with tears in your eyes.

“I have something for you.”, you tell him and Peeta looks at you surprised before you take a picture out of your jacket.

It’s the picture they had given you of the two of you with the half-eaten cake in front of you.

A smile appears on Peeta’s face at the picture, and you can’t help but smile back as you put the picture next to his bed.

“That way you have a bit of decoration in here.”, you whisper softly and Peeta smiles at your words.

“I remember that day. It was just before we were going to do the plan of leaving towards district thirteen. We used to get together every few nights in district twelve when we couldn’t sleep and after your tour Haymitch started joining us. That night we were scared so we found each other at the table and ordered a large cake and the first thing you told me was that my cake was better. We laughed the whole night long and put frosting on each other while Haymitch took that picture.”, Peeta is still looking at the picture and you feel a ton of emotions going through you at his words. Feelings of safety going through you and flashes of yellow cakes and laughter echoing, the images still blurry in your mind.

“These memories, they helped me get through the torture in the capitol.”, he whispers after a moment, and you can’t help but squeeze his hand at his words feeling tears in your eyes.

“I’m sorry I don’t remember them well.”, you whisper after a moment and Peeta looks at you with a kind smile.

“That’s alright, they’ll come back. I’ll help you.”, he says, and you can’t help but let the tear fall down your cheek.

“I’ll help you too, tell me what you need, and I’ll be there.”, Peeta smiles at your words and squeezes your hand. 

“Just you being there is already enough, it gets lonely here.”, you know what he means so you stay there for a moment in silence looking at the picture for a moment.

“I just, I don’t remember anything.”, you whisper after a moment while looking at the picture, longing for the memories to come back. Silence surrounds you for a moment before his voice breaks through.

“Your parents owned the butcher shop that was right next to the bakery, which meant we grew up together. I was reaped during the 74the Hunger Games, and you were reaped for the 75th, which you won. We helped each other through the nights filled with nightmares and I felt responsible for you, like a big brother of some sort.”, you look at him slightly surprised at his words, but he doesn’t look done.

“Still, you looked broken, which made sense after the games you went through. The one time I saw you smile again like before was when you met Finnick during your victory tour. The two of you had spent the early hours of the morning talking together and after that you couldn’t be separated when you were together. When we went back for the 76th Hunger Games you spent the most time with him, laughing and letting him in like you had never done with anyone before.”, tears are forming in your eyes at his words, but you listen to him as he talks.

“You came back one morning with the largest smile I had ever seen, Finnick and you had spent the night together and you couldn’t stop smiling that day which made people look at you like you were crazy. You loved him so much and I know that deep down you still do you just don’t remember it yet.”, a few tears leave your eyes and roll down your cheeks at his words.

“Thank you.”, you manage to whisper, and he looks at you with a kind smile.

“You don’t need to thank me, whatever you want to know you can ask.”, you nod slowly at his words before a voice breaks through the silence letting you know it’s time.

“Guess that is my cue.”, you whisper and Peeta smiles at you sadly.

“I’ll see you next time.”, he says, with a doubtful look but you squeeze his hand in reassurance.

“I’ll be back.”, the two of you smile at each other before you leave towards the door feeling slightly lighter.

The door buzzes behind you and as you turn around you see him, Finnick, looking at you slightly surprised. His red eyes make the color of his eyes pop out and before you can say anything you go towards him. He looks at you surprised but he lets you look at him for a moment.

“I know you meant the world to me, help me remember that.”, you whisper, and you don’t know if he heard you before he nods slowly.

“Anything you want.”, he says after a few seconds and you nod quietly, smiling at him softly.

“Thank you.”, you tell him before Boggs appear and you smile one last time towards Finnick before leaving towards Boggs.

His eyes never leave your figure and even though you can’t see it a lovesick smile appears on his face, his heart beating faster.

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[koiir]

I FEEL LIKE IVE SEEN THIS MOVIE BEFORE

— movie scenarios with them

Pairings: sae, rin, bachira, isagi, (chigiri in Isagi’s part) kurona x gn!reader

Genre: fluff and angst, comfort with no comfort for some

Cw; not proofread cause I’m lazy, unrequited love, crying, mentions of killing but no one is killed

The last time

He held you in the final moments he had left with you, time moving slower with you. This should’ve been something good, but he hated the way he checked the clock so ever often waiting for the time to come. The clock ticked, 5 more minutes left. The last five he would spend with you. Sae held your hand as you two stood in silence, no words needing to be exchanged as you both knew this was it. The end of you two.

“I’m sorry sae.” You knew an apology wouldn’t fix what’s about to be broken, yet it’s all you could say at this moment. Leaving to another country without someone you love is always difficult, especially when you aren’t sure what will happen next. Not just including your new life in a new country, but what would become of you and Sae. The uncertainty made you want to cry on the spot, wishing for a miracle that would never come.

“It’s not like you have a choice, we both have dreams and I won’t let you back away from this opportunity just because of me.” I love you though. And I’ll miss you.

You knew sae was right, and currently you two didn’t fit with the others life. Maybe later, this could work out, but not now. You hated the truth being right infront of your eyes, from the beginning you knew it would be difficult being with Sae. Now you two faced the outcome of a love not meant to be. One that would be shattered by force.

The sound of the train was heard, seeing the light in your vision. You cling onto Sae, reality hitting you. This was it. Saw pulled you in one last time. “I’m going to miss you [name], I love you.” Tears stained his shirt as you couldn’t hold it in anymore, you emotions getting the best of you. “Don’t cry…please.” His voice cracked while he spoke softly to you. “I can’t bear to see you like this for our last time together.”

“But I love you Sae.” “I know name” you two stayed holding eachother, waiting to part ways. The train stopped, the doors opening for the people awaiting. Your whole body fell numb as you heard the footsteps of others, you had to leave any second now. Sae pulled back as you grabbed your hand and walked you to the entrance of the train, letting go of your hand. “Sae, I love you. I’m sorry, if things were different then-“

“Don’t apologize for something that you can’t control name. I’m not going to hold you back. Leaving you hurts but I can’t be selfish enough to ruin your dream.” One last kiss, the final one from sae. He held your cheeks with both his hands, him now letting the tears fall. You two stared at one another, before you let go and entered the train.

Sae didn’t leave, he couldn’t. He wanted every second to last. As the last couple passengers got on, the train started to move. This was it, the last time you would see sae, the last time together. You saw him from outside the window, he waved at you. You choked out a sob, he smiled back. Both of you now crying, you couldn’t bear it, seeing him like this. You waved back one last time, before you saw his face for the very last time.

Survival? Or Death?

Two options that could become reality. You ran out of the house, running as fast as you could away from the killer out for you. God why you? You thought they were just bluffing when you heard there was a killer out. I mean cmon, it’s Halloween people always talk to scare others. But now you fell victim to the killer with the mask, you his next victim. He followed behind, knife in hand as you kept on running.

The neighborhood dark with only a couple of lights from the poles, no one in sight as everyone was asleep out out. You probably should have went to that party you got invited to, but no you had to stay up and work. Your painting being the only thing heard, you ears ringing. You were so fucked.

It’s like a joke was being pulled on you as you fell into the grass. Fuck, this is the part where the killer catches up and kills me. Yet your one and only would come and save you.

A light flashed ahead of you, a car light to be exact. You got up and ran toward it, noticing the black car that belonged to rin. Your boyfriend. The killer still behind you, but now you had a destination of safety. “Name!” Rin’s voice clearing out the silence. You finally caught up to the car, the door already open due to Rin opening it beforehand.

“Drive,” your voice come out shaky, the running causing you to be tired. Rin began to drive, driving faster than the speed limit allowed. “How the hell did this happen, name?”

“Rin I’m not sure, somehow this masked man broke into my house and then I had to run around so I wouldn’t die…” you sighed as you leaned your head back into the seat. “So the rumors are true then, huh.”

“Yeah and your lovely partner here almost died!” “Would’ve been for the better,” you looked at rin, basically side eyeing him. “I’m joking, your the only one I could ever handle.” You gave out a soft laugh as you two kept driving, no destination in mind. Just you two, safe and sound.

Back to you

Being Bachira’s first (and only) friend was always an adventure no matter what. Two young souls having the courage to do anything filled your childhood with memories you would always remember. Especially Bachira, the memories he holds the most dear are the ones with you. You were his friend that he had ever had, and now as he’s grown older, he realizes that you were the first one he ever loved other than his mom.

But nothing is ever perfect, for Bachira at least. “I’m leaving” you had told him, leaving to follow a dream almost anyone had. One that not ever one could achieve. Yet he wishes someone else could take your position right now, it was selfish he knew that, but he didn’t want to be alone once again. Now with you gone, Bachira was now alone with no one by his side.

He always tried to see updates on your life online when he could, not wanting to miss any accomplishments that you had achieved. Always hearing others say your name, others who had fallen in love with your work, wishing to be known by you. And Bachira felt the same, but he had known you, he had been someone who you always made you smile. He wanted another moment with you, to make you smile. To see you again, just like the past. Yet you two lived in completely words, one where you were the main star, and the other who was the star never to be known.

It should have been an average day for Bachira, walking around the city with the friends he had made at his time during blue lock, now having a break after the glorious game they had won against the Japan u-20 team. Yet his day was turned around when he noticed people cheering, paparazzi, following one single person who shined like the sun. You.

Bachira saw the way people tried to crowd around you, some others around you almost protecting you from the average people. It was actually you, he was so close to you. This would probably be the last time he had a chance like this. Bachira always gave it his all, and he knew this might be a little stupid, to go after you with all the paparazzi around, but why should he care? It’s been years since he’s been able to be with you, a chance like this wouldn’t come by again due to your busy schedule.

So he jogged towards the scene, leaving his friends flabbergasted at what he was doing. He yelled your name, and to his luck you heard. Time stopped as you two locked eyes, your gaze holding his as his smile widened. It’s been so long since you’ve seen that smile. It’s been so long since you’ve seen him. More people started to crowd around you, wishing you could escape. Now you had a chance. Him.

“Sorry I have someone waiting for me,” with that you apologized to the people around you. You quickly walked towards him, wanting to rebuild what you once had with him. Bachira jogged to you, you two now in front of one another. You knew the paparazzi would go crazy seeing the scene unfold, you caught with one of the blue lock eleven players. It would make headlines, but none of that mattered to you and Bachira as you two only had eyes for each other.

“I’ve missed you meguru.” His heart couldn’t stop beating, especially now after hearing you say his name. “Do you wanna go to a cafe? I know how much you love sweets.”

Oh, but how much he loved you more.

Never fast enough

Isagi knew he wasn’t always number one when it came to things, never fast enough, never smart enough, never the best. Yet to you he was your number one, he was your best friend. The same could be said about how he viewed you, but his feelings weren’t. He didn’t view you as just a friend, he wished you two could be more. Isagi has always been fond of you, being friends since childhood he had grown feelings overtime, and he hoped you had to.

But what can he say, Isagi has never been fast, compared to Chigiri at least. He knew the two of you were mutual, but he never thought he would see you two out and about, laughing while teasing one another. He couldn’t bear but continue to watch you two as you sat down on the rock near the shore, Chigiri coming up behind you. It was evident, the way you two got along, the way it seemed different from any normal friendship. Something that would blossom into a beautiful relationship given the time, something Isagi would never get to experience with you. How he hoped he could.

Isagi held the camera, trying to get the hang of it as he was filming, you then came into the view. He kept watching you as you placed your feet slightly into the water, wincing at how cold it was. He smiled, you turned around with a smile on your face. He felt his heart beat, soon to be crushed when he saw the same smile on your face smiling at Chigiri, not him.

“Yoichi, you should take some photos so you can get the hang of it!” You were always better when dealing with the camera, he thinks of the times where you would help with his hand placement, not noticing the blush that would appear on his face.

“Oh, alright… how about I take pictures of you two?” This was the worst thing he could have said, cause now Isagi would have to watch you two grin, bright smiles because of eachother. He was merely a bystander, almost like a third wheel on some date. He hated it. Hated the feeling of watching the one he longed for get easily stolen away by someone he had reached to finish like before him. Someone isagi would never be able to beat.

Just you and me

The beach was always your comfort place, the weather being perfect made it a place where one could relax, the beautiful sea ahead, the way the moon reflected on the water, it was perfect. The perfect place to sit on the sand as you stared ahead, thinking of what had just happened. The cause for your now tear stained face. It’s like the beach was an escape, one where you could let out your emotions without anyone noticing or even caring.

“[Name]?” You knew that voice, it was Kurona. A best friend of yours, someone who you found comfort in. You didn’t expect a friendship to form when you two meet, but he was the perfect person to talk with, someone who felt like the missing piece that you have been looking for. The two of you got along well, the friendship was one you cherished, one that couldn’t be broken.

“Ranze…” your voice was soft, scared that it might expose the crying you had been doing earlier. You looked away from him, hoping he wouldn’t notice the puffiness in your face. He walked towards you before plopping down onto the sand next to you, looking at you as he spoke.

“Have you been here long? it’s almost midnight you know…” considerate Ranze, even with his calm collected personality, he alway found ways to show you that he cared. One thing you loved about him. In these moments, he always found ways to comfort you, which would then lead to a beating heart in you. Faster than before. Something only he could cause.

You looked at him, the moon shining down on him. His mouth agape showing his shark teeth that you had always been fond of, telling him how much they suit him once. “I came here so I could calm down I guess, I didn’t realize how much time had passed. Sorry if I worried you.”

“No, no… it’s fine [name], I just wanted to make sure everything was alright.” A silence now formed, one that was comfortable rather than awkward. You stared ahead, not noticing his lingering gaze on you. Kurona took in the way you looked underneath the moonlight, the way it made you look more beautiful than ever. He wished to hold you in his arms, to keep you close as you two admired the sea.

His hand crept to yours, almost grabbing it. “I’ll be here for you [name]. Just so you know… you can always find comfort in me.” Glancing down at his hand, you knew that he had moved if there for a reason, a rather bold move from someone like him. You took the next move, slowly moving your hand to his. Holding it. Holding hands with him. You gave his hand a squeeze, not daring to look his way as you blushed. He looked you way, noticing your flustered state. Kurona smiled, turning his head to the view ahead of him.

The view almost being as beautiful as you.

a/n; none of these are really inspired by movies, expect maybe sae’s and isagi with a certian k-drama… (20th Century girl) but not really, i just got inspo from the train scene… and the little beach scene. But otherwise I was thinking about doing a part two where it’s only inspired by scenes from 20th century girl but idk😭

[livingdeadblondequeen]

You, Me, & Him

While looking for supplies, Y/N runs into a dark-haired stranger with a crossbow. 

Thanks to @minervadashwood for their help. 

Using her foot to open the door, Y/N kept her bow at the ready as she entered the abandoned building. It appeared to be empty, but she knew that one or more of the undead could be somewhere inside. Not wanting to be surprised by one, Y/N kicked the reception desk a few times to see if the noise brought any walking corpses out to her. While she hoped it was empty, she also knew that the undead could be good deterrents from people coming in, which meant that the clinic was mostly untouched, and they really needed the supplies that should still be inside. 

After a couple of minutes of quiet, Y/N deemed it safe to move deeper inside, past the desk, and towards the offices and exam rooms. The first office she found was in a similar state as the entrance, with papers and such thrown around, but nothing that she or Christopher could use. Before she could move to search the other rooms, a faint noise alerted her that they were not alone. Bow at the ready, Y/N moved as quickly and quietly as she could, not wanting to be trapped in the office with no other exit, to the door, and back out into the hall. This time finding a crossbow aimed at her, and a rough-looking man behind it. 

“I don’t want any trouble.” Y/N declared as her eyes looked him over. His tanned skin had the look of someone who spent a lot of time outside, his clothes looked worn but clean, and he had a large hunting knife and a gun on his belt. Facial hair covered his chin, and his hair was on the longish side, not reaching his shoulders but falling over a pair of blue eyes. Blue eyes that were focused on her. They didn’t look red or bloodshot but that didn’t mean he wasn’t here looking a hit or dangerous.  

“Me neither.” He replied gruffly. 

“The drug closet is usually in the nurses’ area.” She said with a jerk of her chin in that direction, so that she continued to hold her bow at the ready, the arrow pointed at him. 

“Ya think I’m lookin’ for drugs?” The man asked, his voice rising in both volume and irritation.  “What ya see a redneck with a crossbow and think I am some druggie?”

Before Y/N could reply, the sound of a small cry filled the room, obviously startled by the sound of raised voices. She could feel the material wrapped around her moving as its occupant shifted. Keeping her eyes on the man in front of her, she murmured some comforting words. 

It surprised Daryl when he saw a small dark head of hair pop out from the layers of clothing that the woman wore. The baby was older than Judith, but he couldn’t tell if it was a boy or a girl. The baby’s cries quieted quickly as the woman whispered something softly. He felt a bit like a dick for obviously scaring the kid, but how the hell was he supposed to know she had a kid? Deciding the woman wasn’t the threat he’d assumed she was Daryl lowered his bow and swung his pack around to reach inside. “Here.”

Y/N’s brows shot up in surprise when she saw the pack of baby food being offered. Not only was that not what she expected him to have in his bag, nor had she expected him to lower his weapon. Reaching out tentatively, she accepted it. “Thanks.”

“There’s more.” Daryl declared. It was true. He had planned on taking as much as he could carry now for little ass kicker then come back with the others to get the rest, but he would not let another child go hungry either. “Formula, diapers, and shit, all in the back.”

Y/N could see from his expression and slightly relaxed posture that he meant them no harm, instead offering the opposite. Trusting her gut that she was right, she released the tension on her bow and shouldered it. With her hands now free, she could reach for Christopher and soothe him further as she moved past the man toward the back where he said there were more supplies, maintaining a wide berth just in case. 

Feeling guilty about her earlier assumption, Y/N said, “I didn’t think you were a druggie because of the way you look. I just couldn’t think of another reason one guy would be in a women’s clinic.”

“I get it,” Daryl said with a nod to Christopher. “Ya gotta be careful.”

Y/N nodded once more before turning and moving away. It only took her a minute to find what looked like a supply closet, just off the break room. The stranger had been right, while not bursting at the seams, it was quite full. Diapers of various sizes, cans of formula, bottles, baby food, and so forth. It was a treasure trove for them. Seeing a nearby empty diaper bag, Y/N started loading it up, while keeping an ear out for any danger. Which is why when she looked up, she was surprised to see the man watching her from the doorway; she didn’t know a person could be so quiet. 

Worrying for a minute that she had fallen for a trap, Y/N reached for the knife at her waist, but the man put up his hands in surrender. “Hey hey, not goin’ hurt ya.”

“Then what do you want?” Y/N demanded. “If your pack is full, why did you follow us back here?”

“Wanted to ask ya somethin’.”

“Yeah? What?”

“Do ya have a safe place? To stay I mean,” He asked.

“Of course, we do,” Y/N replied, trying not to show that she was lying. “Our group is waiting for us back at our camp, and a bunch of us are out scouting for supplies. I came here for baby stuff but they’re waiting for us.”

The blue-eyed man looked at her for a minute, as he chewed on his lip. “No, they ain’t.”

“Are you calling me a liar?” Y/N asked.

“Not callin’ ya anythin’, but I know ya dun have anyone waitin’ for ya, and ya dun have a group.” He stated. “If ya did, ya wouldn’t be by yerself and ya wouldn’t have yer kid with ya. You’d have them safe away with them, not here.”

Internally cursing his observation skills, Y/N just shrugged. “Fine, you’re right. What of it?”

“I’m got a group, a big one, men, women, other kids. We’ve got food, a doctor, walls, and fences to keep the walkers out.”

“And babies?” Y/N asked, nodding towards his bag. If he was telling the truth, and he really had this camp, it would explain why he is hunting for baby supplies. “Why are you telling me this?”

“Thought ya and the little one might be lookin’ for a place.” He explained. Daryl didn’t like the idea of leaving the two of them out here alone and not without a safe place to stay.

“You offering?” Y/N asked.

“Maybe.” Daryl said before asking, “How many walkers ya killed?”

“Walkers? You mean the undead?” She asked, realizing it was the second time he had used that word. At his nod, she replied. “I don’t know, I haven’t kept count.”

“How many people have ya killed?”

“2.”

“Why?”

“Because they tried to hurt my son,” Y/N said firmly.

The man nodded, a look of respect in his eyes at her answer. “What’s ya name?”

“Y/N.”

“Daryl.” The man, Daryl, replied. “Do ya want to come with me? I promise nothin’ will happen to ya or yer boy from us.”

Y/N’s first instinct was to say no, thinking it was safer if it was just her and Christopher. It was tough, but they’d been doing okay on their own. But the lure of a safe place, where she might sleep for longer than a couple of hours, and not have to worry about what might come from the shadows to hurt Christopher, was too tempting. Hesitating for another minute, she nodded her head. “Yes. I think we do.” 

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[atzjieun]

best jieun moments from wanteez

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WANTEEZ EP.2 — TRANSFER STUDENT

jieun is committed to the bit

Everyone conversed amongst themselves as they waited patiently for the next member to appear at the door. After about a minute, the sound of the door being slid open caused them all to look over. 

Jieun pushed the door out of her way, carrying her bookbag in one hand and a black designer purse in the other. Black sunglasses were perched upon her nose with a silver necklace dangling from her neck.

[Who is this new transfer student?]

“Woah, is she a celebrity?” Someone asked. With a slight smirk, Jieun closed the door behind her and made her way to the front of the class.

“Hello everybody, my name is Sophie Song and I’m from Seongnam, South Korea,” she announced confidently in English, eliciting some surprised noises from the rest of the class. “But you can call me Jieun.” 

“She seems to be really rich,” Jongho commented. “Hey, Jieun. What do your parents do for work?” 

Jieun sighed as she took off her sunglasses, inspecting them.  

“My father is the CEO of a huge company,” she said as she put them on her head. 

“And what is the name of the company?” Wooyoung asked.

[What will be this heiress’ answer..?]

With a straight face, Jieun turned to the boy and answered. 

“KQ Entertainment.” 

“Oh? Isn’t that company poor?” One of the other classmates asked, causing them all to burst into laughter, including Jieun. She quickly composed herself and shook her head. 

“No, he built it from the ground up,” Jieun said. “Now the company is worth millions.” 

“Of cents.” 

Sighing, Jieun just nodded, muttering a “Yeah, sure,” as she made her way to her seat. 

[Heiress has given up] 

WANTEEZ EP.4 — ZOMBIE VIRUS

jieun proving she holds ateez’s single braincell 

“I think that the human zombie might not know whether they’re the zombie or not,” Jongho said sincerely, his forehead wrinkled as he tried to think about who it could be.

“Alright, it’s Jongho,” Wooyoung concluded suddenly, clearly fighting off a smirk. “It’s definitely him.”

As the other members agreed, Jieun remained still, her gaze locked on seemingly nothing. 

[Song Ice lost in thought] 

After about a minute of silence from the girl, Jieun suddenly looked up. Her eyebrows were raised as she brought herself to her feet. 

“It’s San.” The others turned to her in confusion, while the accused boy widened his eyes.

“What- me?” 

Jieun nodded and turned to him. 

“They said that the human zombie doesn’t get bitten, but when the Fever Time happened for the first time, all the zombies went towards me except for one who went to San. Wouldn’t more of them have gone to him because he was closer?” Her gaze cut into him like a knife, eyes narrowed. “And he didn’t have a big reaction when one of the zombies hugged him, but he usually would.”

[Good point…]

“I was so scared, honestly— I felt like I was frozen,” San explained earnestly, putting a hand over his heart. 

“But also,” Jieun said, still staring at him. “When all three of us were in the classroom, you were again closer to the zombie but instead he attacked Yunho.” 

At this, Yunho spoke up. “Although, San was kind of off to the side and the zombie was already walking towards me, so I think that’s why.” 

“And we all know that San is really a scaredy cat,” Yeosang added. “So I’m not surprised he froze.” 

Wooyoung just shook his head. “I still think we should vote Jongho out.”

“Me too,” agreed Hongjoong. 

“Yeah, same.”

Jieun looked around at her members for some confirmation, but it looked like everyone had already made up their minds. Her mouth straightened into a flat line as she looked directly at the camera with a tired look on her face. 

[…but it falls on deaf ears]

She let out a sigh, shrugging as she sat back down, “Alright, if that’s what the majority decides.”  

[Jieun-ah… fighting?] 

WANTEEZ EP.7 — FRIENDSHIP TEST

a (not so) rare moment of ateez adoring their youngest member turns into a jieun exposee 

“Now for our youngest, lovely Jieun!” Hongjoong announced. The girl smiled as she walked to the center, waiting for her song. 

[Patiently waiting…] 

“Ah-“ Jieun said, smiling when the pre-chorus Seventeen’s “Snap Shoot” started playing. She mouthed the lyrics for the rap section before starting the choreo. The other members cheered as she danced, even more so during the post-chorus where, on every “chal-kak”, Jieun struck a pose. First was a big heart, then she turned and blew a kiss towards the members, who all clutched their hearts. San even fell to the ground. 

[Jieun receiving lots of love from her brothers] 

When the music stopped, Jieun bowed to the camera before quickly retreating to her spot, using her hands to cover her face in embarrassment. 

“Our Jieunie is so cute,” Wooyoung said as he tried pinching her cheeks, but Jieun just pushed him away. Witnessing this, Jongho spoke up.

“You know, Jieun always acts like she hates aegyo but I think she secretly enjoys doing it.” The others nodded in agreement. 

“She’s so good at it too,” Mingi agreed. 

“Sometimes I see her practicing her aegyo at home,” Yeosang added. Everyone began laughing as Jieun’s eyebrows raised. She turned to the boy accusingly.

“I have never practiced aegyo before,” Jieun said, waving her hand at the camera crew, all of  whom looked amused. “That’s just a lie.” Seonghwa nodded in agreement. 

“I believe Jieunie,” he said. Jieun was relieved that someone was on her side, but the relief quickly dissipated as the oldest went on. “She wouldn’t need to practice aegyo because she’s naturally cute.” 

At that, the others started giggling, while Jieun simply stared at Seonghwa with her ice-cold gaze. 

[Song Ice is back]

WANTEEZ EP.10 — HEALTH CHECK-UP 

jieun’s state after waking up while being high on anesthesia

“Oh, Jieunie’s awake?” Seonghwa asked, raising his eyebrows. 

Yunho immediately stood up, grinning. “Let’s go visit her.” 

A few of the members made their way to the recovery room, careful as they filed inside so as to not make any noise. Jieun was laid on one of the beds, the blanket wrapped over her body and around her head so that you could only see her face. 

“Cute,” Seonghwa said with a soft smile when he saw her.

“Who’s there?” Jieun muttered. She raised her head slightly and opened one eye, smiling when she saw the others standing there. “Oh, hi oppas.” 

[Too cute to handle] 

The members that had walked into the room immediately started smiling, some even turning away to hide their reddening faces. Jieun let out a small yawn as she curled into a tighter ball. 

“I’m glad you’re all here,” she said, closing her eyes again. “Thank you for taking care of me. Let’s all be happy and healthy in the new year, ok?” 

[The real Song Ice, everybody] 

“Yes, Jieunie,” Yunho said as he patted her head. “Take care of yourself too, ok?” Jieun hummed in response, giving a small nod before resting her head down again. 

“Jieun-ah, good night.” Wooyoung bent down, giving the girl a small peck on the head. He grinned as he stood up straight, causing Yeosang to laugh. 

“If Jieun wasn’t high right now, she would’ve stared at you like she was going to attack.”�� 

A clip of Jieun’s death glare from a previous episode plays

[A look that will curse the next 10 Jung generations]

“Let’s let her rest,” Seonghwa suggested. He turned, using his arms to quietly usher everyone out of the room. 

WANTEEZ EP.21 – DRINK TOUR

jieun being the only sober (kinda) member + scaring Wooyoung into sobriety 

Jieun watched in amusement as the other members yelled at each other, the chain not having yet gotten to her. As she waited, she reached over and grabbed a water bottle from the edge of the table, taking a quick drink for herself before grabbing an empty glass and pouring some out. She turned and handed the glass to San beside her, whose face had gotten significantly redder in the last three minutes since the yelling game had started. 

At first he refused, thinking it was more alcohol, but Jieun shook her head. 

“Don’t worry, it’s water,” she said. “Now drink.” San nodded, gratefully taking the glass from her hand and drinking it all in one gulp. She took the glass back from him, using her other hand to rub circles on his back. 

[Thoughtful Jieunie]

Unfortunately for her, Wooyoung saw the kind gesture and started complaining. 

“Hey, why are you only taking care of him?” 

[Burning with jealousy]

Jieun snapped her gaze towards him, staring at Wooyoung so intensely that he began shrinking into his seat. 

“Ah… I’m sorry.” 

The other members started laughing as Wooyoung looked down in embarrassment, quickly grabbing a glass and downing another shot. Jieun chuckled, shaking her head as she grabbed the water bottle and handed it to him. 

“I don’t think Wooyoung’s drunk anymore,” Mingi said, laughing. 

The shoot continued, Jieun occasionally pouring more glasses of water and forcing the other members to drink them in between shots. She took a few shots here and there, but mainly focused on making sure the members with low alcohol tolerance (re: San) didn’t drink anymore. 

“Hey, Jieun,” Wooyoung said when she refilled his glass of water. “Did you even drink anything tonight?” 

“Of courth I did,” she replied, eyes wide.

Jongho laughed, raising his eyebrows. “What’s with that pronunciation?” 

She looked over at him, bringing her pointer finger up to her lips to shush him. At that moment, San let out a loud yawn. He swayed side to side before eventually falling onto Jieun’s shoulder. She moved slightly, adjusting herself so that he could fully lay down and rest his head on her lap.  

“That’s how you know she’s drunk,” Yunho said, observing the whole interaction. “She’s not fighting him off.” 

Jieun just blinked at him before letting out a sigh. She turned her head to the front and stared straight at the camera with a tired expression. 

[Jieun-ah… fighting?] 

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Soul Survivor: Final Part

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2k

Warnings: canon angst and violence, extra angst

Summary: Sam begins the process of curing Dean while you sit back and watch Dean get worse before he gets better. One thing is for sure: you're going to have a lot of fun drowning his soul in pain.

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. I love seeing any and all comments <3

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A couple of hours go by with a couple of more dosages being put into Dean. You and Sam walk into the dungeon expecting to give Dean his last dosage when you halt by the entrance into the storage room. There in front of you is an empty chair. Dean is no longer tied up.

"Well, that's not good," you say.

"Come on," Sam whispers.

He has his demon knife to protect himself with while you have your gun with devil's trap bullets in the magazine. Dean is around here somewhere looking for you two but you're not going to become his next victim. As you and Sam roam the hallways, you can hear Dean opening and closing doors as he looks for you. Sam motions for you to follow him and you do so without a word.

He makes his way to the war room where there is a set of keys inside one of the drawers. He grabs them as quietly as he can but is startled by a noise he thinks is coming behind him.

"Scared much?" you chuckle.

"Shut up. Come on," he whispers and leaves the war room.

"Come on, Sammy!" Dean says, his voice echoing off the walls. "Don't you want to hang out with your big brother? Spend a little quality time?"

Thankfully you don't run into Dean on your way to the control room. Sam unlocks the door and shuts it quietly behind you. In the back is a gated area where all the controls are for the Bunker. You stay by the door while Sam walks into that gated area to mess with the controls. He flips the switch that locks down the place. Red lights flood the Bunker immediately. If Dean doesn't know where you are, he sure does now.

No one can get out. No one can come in. This is a cat-and-mouse game that will end in someone dying, for sure... and it's not going to be you.

"Smart, Sam! Locking the place down." Dean's voice echoes from where he is so you can hear him. "The doors won't open. I get it. Here's the thing: I don't want to leave! Not until I find you and Y/N!"

Dean is for sure making his way down to the control room to turn the power back on so if you leave, he will definitely see you. You and Sam hide behind one of the large computers that is big enough to fully conceal you. Sam looks at you in confusion when you duck down next to him.

"I thought you weren't on my side."

"I'm not but we have a common enemy, so there's that."

"Sammy! Y/N! You two are just making this worse for yourselves! By the way, you can blame yourself for me getting loose. All that blood you pumped into me to make me human made me less of a demon. The less of a demon I was, the less the the handcuffs worked. I just walked right across the devil's trap. It hurt like hell but it worked."

The door to the control room opens and you and Sam hold your breathing as if he can hear it. You two move away from him as he walks past the computers and makes his way to the controls. You and Sam sneak out of the control room just as Dean flips the switch back to normal. The red lights disappear and the Bunker returns to normal.

"Yeah, that's more like it."

Sam immediately pulls the door shut and uses the keys to lock Dean inside the control room.

"That's your big move?" Dean chuckles.

"I mean, it is kind of weak," you shrug.

"Shut up," Sam hisses at you. "Dean, listen to me. We were getting close, okay? I know you're still in there somewhere. Just let me finish the treatments." Nothing comes from inside the room. No response. No indication that Dean heard what he said. "Dean?"

All of a sudden, the wood on the door splinters as Dean rams a hammer into it. He hits the door again and this time, wood breaks off of it and flies across the room.

"You act like I want to be cured!" Dean hits the door until there is a hole big enough where Dean can look at you and Sam. "Personally, I like the disease."

"Dean, stop that! Look, I don't want to use this blade on you!" Sam yells.

"That sucks for you, doesn't it? Because you really mean that!"

Dean continues to hammer the door as more and more wood breaks off.

"Look, if you come out of that room, I won't have a choice!"

"Sure you will. I know which one you'll make. Isn't that right, Sammy? Here's the thing: I'm lucky. Oh, hell, I'm blessed because there's just enough demon left in me that killing you isn't a choice at all. I'm gonna start with him and I'm gonna end with you," Dean glares at you.

"We need to go," you say and slap Sam's arm.

Just as Dean breaks through, you and Sam run off in the opposite direction.

"Sammy? Y/N! Come out, come out, wherever you are!" You and Sam break off when there is a split in the hallway so that you go down one side and Sam goes down the other. "Come on! Let's have a beer and talk about it. I'm tired of playing. Let's finish this game!"

You turn your head to see if Dean is behind you but you end up crashing into someone's hard chest. Dean smirks at you, grabs your shoulders, turns you around, and pulls you flush against his back. Sam comes around the corner just in time to see Dean put a knife to your throat.

"No! Stop!" Sam gasps.

You're not scared at all. Dean can slit your throat without a second thought, so why would you be scared? He's not going to, not after what you two have been through for the past couple of months.

"Do it," you smirk and keep eye contact with Sam.

"No, Dean, don't do it!" Sam begs.

"Okay. Fine. You choose. It's you or her, and if you don't choose, I'm gonna kill you both."

Dean doesn't have a chance to do either because arms wrap around his shoulders. You're pushed away from him, and you turn to see Cas standing there trying to hold Dean back. He's using whatever strength he has to hold Dean back who is giving him a good fight.

"It's over, Dean," Cas says. His eyes glow blue with grace. "It's over."

With Cas here, he's able to get Dean back to the dungeon where they finish the treatments. You're standing outside the room with your back to the wall so that they can't see you. There's no way you're going to let you be the first thing Dean sees when he's cured. Sam administers the final dosage and pulls back from his brother who is slumped over in the chair. There are tons of needle marks on Dean's arm to signify just how many times Sam has poked his brother. 

"What the hell are we doing to him, Cas? I mean, even after I gave him all that blood, he still said he didn't want to be cured. He doesn't want to be human."

"I see his point. Only humans can feel real joy but also such profound pain. Maybe that's what's happening to Y/N. This is easier."

Dean gasps awake with black eyes. The black dissipates so the only that's left over is Dean's forest green eyes. Sam grabs the holy water and unscrews the top to test if Dean is really cured. Dean groans in pain and cracks his neck to work out the kinks. Sam and Cas stare at him with uncertainty.

"You look worried, fellas," Dean chuckles.

Sam splashes Dean's face with the holy water but nothing happens. Sam smiles in relief and Dean smiles in worry. You roll your eyes knowing that Dean is back to his loving self. You kick off the wall and stalk to the library for a drink.

"Welcome back, Dean."

Once in the library, you grab a glass cup and pour a triple. Alcohol doesn't have any effect on you like it used to, so drinking this much doesn't concern you. Cas walks minutes later looking for a book. He hasn't noticed you yet so you sit down and watch him. He grabs a book on demonic possession as if that's going to help him. Sam walks in ten minutes later without Dean.

"Hey, how is he doing?" Cas asks.

"He's still a little out of it but better, I think. I think the whole blood cure really wrecked him."

"Yeah."

"On the plus side, he's hungry again so I'm just going to go pick him up a big ol' bag of shit food and stuff it in his face myself. Do you mind keeping an eye on him?"

"Yeah." Sam goes to leave but the angel stops him. "Wait, Sam, I'm happy he's no longer a demon but that's only one problem solved. He still has the Mark of Cain. Sooner or later, that's going to be an issue."

Yeah, you have the Mark as well. What's it going to do to you in your state?

"Listen, I'm beat, man. One battle at a time, you know? I'm just gonna go grab my brother some cholesterol, and then I'm gonna get drunk."

Sam leaves without another word, and you down the rest of your glass.

"Yay, Dean is cured," you say sarcastically. Cas jumps at hearing your voice and turns to you. You set the glass down on the table and get up. "What a shame. I'm gonna miss that demon. At least he wasn't so emotional and whiny."

"What happened to you?" Cas asks and walks over to you.

"The best thing ever. I don't care about anything. Every little thing that was weighing on my shoulders is no longer there. If it is, I couldn't care less about it."

"May I look inside of you?"

Cas raises one of his hands to touch your forehead but you grab his wrist tightly and quickly.

"If you touch me, I'll break this hand."

"What the hell has gotten into you?" Cas asks and yanks his hand back.

"What the hell's gotten into me? Shall I recap how shitty the past couple of years have been? First, Henry Winchester is responsible for bringing Abaddon into our lives. Second, my idiot of a husband dug her up when she was buried permanently to ask her a fucking question only to have her escape. That caused us to look for ways to kill her, leading us over to Cain and his fucking Mark which is what both Dean and I took.

"Not to mention the civil war that was happening in Hell at the same time a civil war was happening on Earth because of angels you shoved out of Heaven in the first fucking place. You let yourself get manipulated by Metatron who, don't get me started, is a complete egotistical dick. He forced the angels to take sides. They could either be with Metatron in hopes of returning home or be with a wannabe angel with stolen grace in hopes they overcome Metatron.

"Not only did a war begin that you fucking started in the first place, but it sent Metatron to destroy Dean because he knew the only thing that could stop him was that fucking mark and that fucking blade. If Metatron didn't want to kill Dean, there couldn't have been a mark. For there not to be a mark, Abaddon would have never shown up. If Abaddon was never here, Sam and Dean would have never needed her to figure out one of the trials. The trials that came from the demon tablet and gave us the knowledge of an angel tablet. The angel tablet that you used to aid Metatron in casting out all the angels from their home. The same Metatron who killed my husband.

"Somehow it all leads back to you. This is your fault. So, tell me, what the hell do I have to be happy for?" You take a step closer to Cas and glare up at him. "How about you do us all a favor and let whatever grace you've stolen die out. A least that will save us from whatever pain you bring us next."

With that, you leave him standing alone in the library with sad eyes and a heavy heart.

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valeria x F!reader (141 member)

Tittle: "everything feels better when you have company"

a/n: this is a request from someone, including a flirtatious valeria but i put a little wholesome spin to it

As much as you love being a part of the great family 141, it can be a lot of stress and work, but you didn’t have a problem with that. This one sparky character, Valeria, plagued your mind like a virus. The first time you met her when you were actually looking for el sin Nombre, after being tied down in that chair in the same room with her, turns out she’s the target you’ve been searching for.

Even when you interrogated her, she was looking at you with a big grin, teasing you the whole time in front of your 141 members. While you put your keys into the front door of your home, the memory feels like it was yesterday, all that happened a month ago. 

The silence in your home wasn’t uncommon as you stepped in, walking inside to sit your stuff down in the living room, “sora” you called, waiting for the cat to come in, there wasn’t even the slightest noise from her.

Deciding that maybe she went off to sleep, you head into your kitchen and flip the light, walking towards your refrigerator. Opening up the fridge, barely food but only a bottle of water, taking it and drinking it with big gulps. “You know, cariño. This cat is very cute” you choked on the water that you were drinking, and turned to the source of that voice. It’s Valeria, she was in your home?! How did she know where you live? How did she even get in?

“How did you find out where I live?” You exclaimed, looking more scared than surprised.

She held your beautiful brown cat, gently petting it “well, I am a cartel leader, no one hides from me” she remarks still giving the kitten a few scratches, you take this chance to take in her appearance more. Wearing a black tank top, exposing her tattoos that you caught yourself looking at the first time you two met, and the outfit she’s wearing is the same exact one she was wearing when she had you strapped down to a chair.

Taking a few steps into the kitchen, you noticed she wasn’t armed at all, only having her knife on her, “like what you see?” Just from her tone, you can tell she was grinning like a high school girl.

“You still haven’t answered my first question”

“Can’t a girl visit a pretty lady once in a while, it’s not like I came to kill you or something” she remarks before letting the kitten run away, turning her full attention to you “you should really put more safety measures for your home if you are going to be a part of the 141” leaning on the counter in front of you, watching you closely, what was she planning?

Closing your fridge with a noticeable slam, you stare daggers at her, “you came here for information about them, or are you here to do some kidnapping”.

“Why would I need to kidnap you when you’ll go with me willing” she leans back onto the counter more slightly, biting her lips “the fridge was empty, you should order something for us” the sound of her knife grazing the inside of its holster as she takes it out, pointing at you.

                   ☠◉☠◉☠◉☠◉☠◉☠◉

You could imagine the look on soap’s face if you told him that, el sin nombre was sitting on your living room couch eating Chinese food with you like you two were long-time friends. Her eyes were focused on the tv while her legs were kicked up on the coffee table, it wasn’t like she was forcing you or holding you captive. Maybe, maybe, it’s something else.

“Does it taste good?” She asked you, putting down her food as her arm drapes across the couch. You couldn’t take your eyes off those beautiful dark brown eyes, and the dark black hair that was illuminated by the TV light.

Snapping out of your daze, licking your lips, “it tastes fine” eating a bit more of the tasty food.

“Food always tastes better when you're eating with someone” so that’s the answer to why she’s in your house, she knew everyone else would’ve put her behind bars but you, you didn’t, only welcoming her in, not the slightest of judgment.

“I wonder if you enjoy being a cartel leader”

She clicks her tongue before saying, “It’s not so pleasant when you have to watch your back every second”.

“What about now, you're in a 141 home, I could’ve easily called any of my comrades to come to get you” you felt comfortable enough to lean back onto the couch, slightly feeling more comfortable than before. You can hear a slight hum beside you as a response.

“Well, it seems like you haven’t, maybe you do enjoy my company, mi princesa” her soft fingers took your chin in between digits, bringing your lips towards hers and indulging in your soft lips. The feeling was so nice, warm, and gentle to you, as you kissed her a smile crept onto her lips, seeing you lean forward for another.

The slight caressing of a thumb on your cheek made you look up at her brown, shimmering eyes. “Everything feels better when you have someone here, right amor”

[analogwriting]

Star-Crossed

Chapter 6: Sydän

Donquixote Rosinante x gn!reader word count: 2k a/n: snurprise you're getting two bc i made it too girthy lmfao. pulcino = chick (as in baby chicken), cucciolo = cub, angelo = angel next

To say that the air shifted was a massive understatement. The tension in the air could be cut with a knife and you just knew the receptionists were holding their breath as they watched. 

You could feel Corazon’s eyes on you as you walked over to your father and he greeted you with a kiss on both cheeks accompanied by a tight hug. “Oh, my child. I have missed you.” His voice was warm as he smiled at you.

“I missed you too. Let’s go talk in my office, yeah?” You turned, leading your dad down the hallway. You refused to look at Corazon. You could feel the emotions radiating off of him and not a single one of them was positive. There was confusion, betrayal, anger, just about everything there. The feeling of guilt began to wash over you. Maybe you should’ve been honest from the beginning? Told him who you were? Too late now.

Marco was standing in the hallway, staring with wide eyes. He looked as white as a sheet and you knew why. This was one of the worst possible outcomes that could’ve happened. 

“Marco, my boy!” Your father greeted him with a large smile. “How’s your pops? Are you keeping him out of trouble?” He greeted the man the same way he greeted you. After all, he was your best friend and basically your brother at this point. He knew your dad and his father was your father’s best friend. Marco was family as far as he was concerned.

Marco gave a sheepish laugh, hugging him back. “Oh, you know. He’s just like he always is. Stubborn and overbearing sometimes.” He cast you a nervous glance and you shook your head. You had no idea what to do right now. You had no idea how you were going to explain this. Corazon was definitely going to hate you after this. Hell, you didn’t even know why your father was here.

Continuing back on to your office, you closed the door after your father and the two accompanying him. “What the hell are you thinking?” You looked at your father with a look of bewilderment, your eyes wide and wild.

“What? Can I not visit my own child at their place of work?”

“No! You know that! And you know why you can’t either!” You covered your face with your hands, groaning loudly before plopping in your chair behind your desk. You sat there for a moment before looking at your father. “What was so important that you had to come to me unannounced?” You were irritated. You didn’t enjoy being thrown wrenches in your perfectly oiled machines. It threw off your entire day.

“I just wanted to see you, pulcino.” He frowned, looking genuinely hurt. You let out a long sigh, feeling bad. You didn’t mean to snap at him, but everything was just happening all at once. “I know it’s been a while since I’ve seen you, papi, but you can’t just spring in on me like this. You know how sensitive the general atmosphere of the hospital is. This is a neutral ground so someone like you here with the fact that you’re my father, is going to make people talk. Some people will grow suspicious.”

“But not many people even know you’re my child. I hardly showed you to the world. You killed the few that saw you the one night I tried to put you on the field. You even took Edward Newgate’s name when you left the family to help hide the fact we’re related.” He frowned deeply. You knew that he hated that fact. It was something he understood, but it didn’t mean he was happy with it.

You let out another sigh. “I know, I know. I’m sorry, papi. I’m not ashamed of being your child, I just didn’t want people to be scared to receive care here.” You shook your head, smiling. “I am happy to see you. Just…shocked is all.”

“And bad timing?” He folded his arms, narrowing his eyes at you. You cocked an eyebrow at his sudden change of demeanor.

“What is the missing Donquixote doing here in your hospital?” 

You blinked, thinking for a moment. You shook your head. “Just the same as everyone else. Either know someone here or getting treatment.” 

“He sure didn’t look like that. He seemed very comfortable with you.” 

“Well, his son does work here.” 

“Oh? I didn’t know he had one.”

“Yeah, apparently. His son is one of my interns. Smart kid. I’m assuming that’s why he went ‘missing.’ It’s not like Doflamingo is as kind as you are. He probably wasn’t going to just let him leave that easily.”

“Does Doflamingo know he’s back?”

You shrugged, shaking your head. “I have no idea. We’ve never talked about the past or anything like that.” 

“But…he was going to ask you out? Without knowing about you? Or you him?”

You nearly choked on your own spit - on air. Your eyes felt like they were going to fall out of your skull with how wide they went. “What are you talking about?” Your father just looked at you with an unamused expression. “Oh, I thought it was obvious.” He looked at the two men with him. “Was it not obvious?”

“It was kind of obvious, boss,” they said in confirmation.

You just stared at him for a long moment, your brain running a million miles an hour. “Huh?” Your brain wasn’t computing. “Oh. Oh. You’re rebooting. I’ll give you a minute.” Your father watched as your brain tried to process what he was telling you. After all, he was your dad. He knew your mannerisms, even if he wasn’t around you all the time. You had always been like this.

Corazon was going to ask you out? Why? That didn’t make any sense. Well, you knew Law and Marco seemed to be trying to play matchmaker, but you didn’t think Corazon was actually interested. Though, you supposed he kind of had to be if Law was trying to set the two of you up. Fuck, this was all too much right now.

Then you snapped back into it.

“Wait, is that why you interrupted when you did?”

Your father nodded, moving on as if your hard reboot was the most normal thing in the world. Which, to him, it was. “Yes. I knew that if I didn’t interrupt when I did, I wouldn’t have a chance to talk to you. It would be way too awkward after.” 

You nodded slowly, still processing but you shook your head. “I’m too busy for all that anyway. Besides, now that he knows who I am, he will lose all interest, yeah?” 

Your father frowned, waving a hand. “Oh, I wouldn’t say that. You never know what Fate has up her sleeve.” 

You groaned, rolling your eyes. “Between you, Marco, and pops, Fate is all I hear about.” That caused your father to laugh. “Ed was always a sucker for cliched things like Fate.” He shook his head. 

The both of you just grinned at each other. A somber silence fell over the room. That was something you always appreciated about your father. Sometimes, it was okay to just sit in silence with him. It was never awkward. Then you finally spoke up. “What is this really about, papi?” 

Your father looked at you for a long time before sighing. “Well, I suppose this is one last time I wanted to ask you what you truly wanted. Do you want to stay in this neutral environment you created? Or did you want to come back?” 

You blinked. This was something you weren’t expecting. Why now? Of all times, why now? He only asked once before, but that was years ago. Ever since you had left, he respected your decision. Why was he questioning it now?

You just nodded. “Yes. This is what I want. This hospital is everything I wanted.” You let out a small chuckle. “A place of solace in this toxic land of sin or what have you. A safe haven for everyone. An out for those who need it.” You were talking about more of your underground side of things. It was something you were very proud of.

“I love you, papi. You know that I do, but that violent lifestyle isn’t for me. It’s just too much.” You shook your head and sighed. You wanted to help, not hurt.

“You’re just like her, you know.” You looked up, seeing a fond, pained expression on your father’s face. “You’re just like your mother. She didn’t like this lifestyle either. She just wanted to help everyone like you did.” He let out a hollow chuckle. “You inherited my skills, but your mother’s personality.” 

Your own, sad smile spread across your face. You were young when your mother passed, but you had plenty of fond memories to look back on. They were painful, bittersweet. The both of you loved your mother. She was the light in your life. She taught you many things that you still held in your heart. She was the one who brought warmth to your father’s cold teachings. They had been a good balance at the time.

“Anywho.” Your father sniffled, shaking his head. Talking about your mother never lasted long or ended with tears. Neither of you liked crying, so the conversations about her were always short lived.

“I just wanted to ask. Before I start looking and training for another successor, you know?” 

You nodded, understanding. You knew that since you weren’t taking over the family, someone had to. Even if your father died before he had one set in place, it’s not like the family would fall apart. Eventually someone would rise up to the position, but this was the most surefire way to make sure things run smoothly. Easy transitions and all.

Your father stood up with a groan. “Well, that’s what I wanted to talk to you about. I also just wanted to see how things were going here.” He smiled at you warmly, pride showing on his face. “I’m really proud of everything you’ve done. You did it all on your own and that’s no easy feat. No one messes with you and you can hold your own if you try. You’ve got a pristine reputation.”

Your own heart swelled with pride. You stood up, going over to hug your father tightly. “Thank you, papi. It means a lot.” You felt like crying, but you held it in right now. You’d probably break down later over noodles or when you talked to Marco. “ Keep up the good work, tresorino.” You nodded, kissing his cheek before pulling away.

“I will. Stay safe and good luck finding a successor.” You smiled widely at him.

You walked your father to the entrance once more. There was no sign of Corazon. You weren’t surprised. You knew he wasn’t going to stick around. Honestly, you wouldn’t be surprised if you never saw him again. Part of you hurt because of that. You found yourself enjoying being around him. He always made you laugh and felt like you didn’t have the weight of the world crashing down on your shoulders. 

The other part of you knew this was for the best. You both were from the same world, but from opposite sides. You still had one foot in the door as well. You were in contact with your father, you ran your underground hospital. He completely cut off all ties. Hell, his brother wasn’t even sure if he was alive last you knew. 

“Don’t stress about things too much, angelo.” Your thoughts stopped as your father spoke, ruffling your hair. Something he always did when he saw you were thinking a little too much. You were standing by the entrance now. “Things will work out if they’re meant to, yeah?” You nodded with a small sigh. “Yeah, yeah. Fate and all that.” You rolled your eyes, fighting a smile.  “Love you, cucciolo.”

“Love you too, papi.” Your father pressed a kiss to your forehead before finally leaving with his cronies. You waved as he left, reality suddenly hitting you. Ah, fuck. You were really in it now. Where the hell was Marco?

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SONG FOR A CAGED LOVEBIRD: PART 13

this took. a while!! life has been busy recently lol. i feel it is important to note that this part 13 also cashed in at 1,666 words. this was not intentional, but uh. definitely has got some evil undertones.

reading some of the stuff peter says might get a lil confusing- just remember he is signing all of this!! i didn't want to write the word "signed" three million times and sign language is literally a language, just not a spoken one, so i used "said" instead

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Way down deep in the pit of Juno’s stomach, a scaly rattlesnake of dread curled up and bared its fangs.

His muscles ached and his shirt was soaked through with sweat, and every few steps came with a cough from the horrible, black-dust air. He’d been searching the walls for hours now, looking for any sign of the tall, knife-thin figure that had sliced his world in half from the moment he walked into it. 

He’d seen a lot of workers. It took a lot of effort for him to not cringe at the sight of them. A hundred thousand faces, laying brick and chipping away at stone, each one looking as bone-tired and hopeless as the next. Some even looked vaguely familiar, distorted into someone he recognized through the dream-like haze in the air. But he hadn’t found anything of Peter Nureyev yet.

The rattlesnake shivered out a tense hiss. He was beginning to question everything. Had Rita remembered what had happened correctly? Maybe he’d missed him somewhere? Was Peter even here?

And suddenly all of Juno’s fear melted away.

There he was. A lone figure against the harsh lava glow of the factories behind him.

Just like he had the first time, he looked tired and disheveled, dirt on his face and a wall around his heart. His overalls were covered in mud and brick dust, his glasses were broken, and his eyes looked hollow and weary. But, gods, he might as well have had a gilded halo around his head for the way Juno wanted to fall down at his feet weeping and praying.

Blessed Saint Peter of the Workers.

Juno broke into a sprint.

“Nureyev?! Nureyev!!”

There was no answer. Peter just kept hacking away at the rock with his pickaxe, head bowed to the ground.

Juno scrambled up the rickety wooden ramp to the top of the wall as the rattlesnake slithered back into his gut. Peter barely noticed him. “Nureyev. Nureyev, please. Peter, please look at me!”

Nothing. Just that steady Hadestown rhythm of breathe, strike, lift. Breathe. Strike. Lift.

Juno grabbed him by the shoulders and spun him around. Peter’s eyes were completely empty, like the work here had sucked every last ounce of life out of him. Flashes of memory sped by in Juno’s mind. 

Peter laughing. Peter working out logic problems with Buddy. Peter telling stories with Rita. Peter fixing up the bar with Jet. Peter looking at him in wonder. Peter being alive.

He wasn’t alive now. The poorly sutured gash in his neck was evidence enough of that.

Juno was nearly crying now, scared and desperate, the world going blurry through the tears stuck in his lashes. The rattlesnake hidden in his stomach was letting out another steady hiss, it’s teeth bared in warning once more.

“Peter, please, you gotta remember me,” Juno whispered, pulling Peter’s head down to his. “I’m here to take you home.”

And then something strangely extraordinary happened.

Peter blinked. And it was like a miracle.

The hollowness cleared from his eyes in an instant. He squinted slightly through the dim light and broken glasses, and then recognition sparked in his eyes, and a grin more blinding than the sun snuck onto his face, chasing away the despair and melancholy. He looked at Juno, wonder and surprise and love in his eyes, and mouthed a single word.

Juno!

And then they were in each other's arms, holding each other like it was the only thing in the world that existed. Juno realized he was fully crying now, and Peter was crying too. His fist was clenched in Peter’s shirt that smelled like coal dust and sweat and fear but he didn’t care. He didn’t care. All that mattered was that they were here now, and they were holding each other, and he felt whole again. And it was like the world released a breath it barely knew it was holding back.

They stayed like that for a long time, crying and hugging and gently rocking back and forth, until both of them could breathe normally, like the sheer fact of the other’s presence could fix every problem they had ever known.

Juno pulled away from the hug first and kissed Peter hard. “You absolute DUMBASS. What the hell were you thinking, Nureyev? Getting yourself tangled up in the underworld?”

Peter made a slightly sour face and began signing something at Juno, too fast for him to understand.

“Wait, wait, wait. Slow down a minute. It’s been a while since I had to interpret sign, babe. You’re gonna have to sign slower than that.”

Peter sighed dramatically and rolled his eyes, but planted a sweet kiss on Juno’s cheek before signing again, slower this time.

"How the hell did you get down here?"

“Jet led me. Apparently he used to work for Hadestown as a psychopomp or something. He wouldn’t go into it too much, though.”

"No, no, no," Peter said, snapping his fingers closed in slight frustration. "How did you get past the wall? No one gets in unless they come by train."

“Ah. Well, that’s interesting. There’s a backroad that I went down. And then when I got to the wall… I just. I sang. I asked it to let me in, said I needed to find you, and the stones just moved aside. I don’t know how.”

There was a pause. Peter was chewing on his lip now, looking at Juno with some emotion akin to reproach on his face. “What’s the matter, babe?”

"I called your name before I… left. And you never came for me."

Juno sucked in a pained breath through his teeth and looked at the rough-hewn ground. “You…. you did. I know.” 

Peter’s expression was rapidly approaching one that looked like it might burst into tears. "You knew? You heard me?"

“No, I didn’t know. Rita saw all of it. She…. she told me the story.” Juno sighed deeply, ran his hands over his face, and squatted down to the ground. “I’m so sorry, Nureyev. All of this is my fault. I should have been paying more attention to you, because you told me that you were hungry and I thought it would be fine, I just didn’t listen, and if I had listened, you wouldn’t be in this mess-”

Juno broke off as he felt Peter’s fingers under his chin, forcing him to look up. 

"Listen to me. This is not your fault," he said gently before giving Juno another kiss. His face had such a soft expression on it, soft like a magnolia petal in early spring with the kind of tenderness and care that only a very deep-rooted love can produce. 

Juno looked at that softness growing through the cracks of Nureyev’s walls and found himself falling in love with him all over again.

“It’s okay, though. I can fix this. I came to bring you home again. I can just sing the song again and the stones will let us back out- what’s the matter?”

Peter had begun shaking his head slowly. "Won’t work," he said, jaw clenched tight and face painted with varying shades of regret.

“What do you mean, it won’t work? It’ll work, I promise, Peter, I can get us out of-”

“You’re not from around here, are you?” 

A booming voice echoed across the wall in response, and Juno watched Nureyev go completely still, eyes wide and face stark white with fear and panic. Juno wasn’t sure who the man in the neat suit walking towards them was, but Peter’s reaction to his voice was enough to set Juno on edge in his defense.

He stood, back straight and eyes narrowed with as much confidence and menace as he could manage. “And who the hell are you?”

The man grinned, and something about his smile made Juno want to punch him. “An old friend of Petya’s. And the man who owns this city. You can call me Slip. You’d best be going, though. This city doesn’t take kindly to strays.”

Juno didn’t move a muscle. The man stared at him, eyes cold and clean and razor sharp.

“I said, you need to leave this city. Now.” 

“I’m not leaving without him.”

Nureyev stood then and turned to face the man, Slip, with a tension Juno had never seen in him before, and began shooting angry words in his direction. His hands were moving too fast for Juno to catch anything more than a few words: “alone,” “deal,” “my voice,” “take,” and “let him go”. Slip’s grin only widened.

“He hasn’t told you, has he?” he asked, leaning slightly to see Juno’s face.

Juno looked at Peter, a sick feeling beginning to snake back into his gut. “Tell me what, Peter?”

Peter looked at him painfully before staring wide-eyed at the ground and chewing on his lip.

The rattlesnake buzzed out a tremor of fear. “Peter, what did you do?”

“I told you I own this city, and that includes the people in it. My darling Petya here signed a contract for a job, and now he belongs to me. I was initially going to keep him from having to work out here, but since he decided he would rather keep company with my workers than me, I decided to let him do some of the work himself,” Slip shrugged, walking forward and resting a hand on Peter’s shoulder.

It was like the world was collapsing in on itself.

“It isn’t true,” Juno breathed, eyes widening. “It can’t be true. Tell me it isn’t true.”

Peter wouldn’t meet his eyes. He simply nodded and said nothing else.

The rattlesnake’s hiss crescendoed. Juno felt like he might throw up.

“Executives? Would you mind showing this young man here what we do with trespassers?” Slip called.

Suddenly, two large, identical men dressed in brown coats appeared behind Juno. Before he could say a word or move in defense, there was movement, a sharp pain radiating through his skull, and then Juno Steel knew no more.

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Hi,i really enjoy all your work,you're doing great ✨

Idk if you're taking request now but i just have a little idea and i want to share,but you have all the right to reject it <3

Remember the scene,When Eddie pushes Steve against the wall with the glass bottle but...instead of Steven it is Reader who is pushed because before they going into the shed,they had a bad feeling about it so switches places with Steven and he stay close to kids and Robin,but at the same time kinda (a lot) freak out for see his S/O in danger with a fucking glass bottle close tho them neck

don't hurt her

pairing: steve harrington x gn!reader

type: fluff/angst? i have no idea

warnings: death references?, one swear word

summary: reader switches places with steve when they look for eddie in the shed which leads to them being attacked by him and steve freaking out

a/n: thank you for your request, i hope you'll like this lil blurb!! i'm trying to get to the rest of the requests i have to finish so be patient guys<3

word count: 750

“Are you sure he’s here?” Robin’s voice echoed throughout the empty house.

“He has to be there, keep looking.” Dustin replied.

(Y/n) sighed and turned around to look through the window. They all have been looking for Eddie for who knows how long and they were mad for not finding him yet. (Y/n)’s eyes were scanning the view outside, their gaze was stopped by a light which was placed on the top of the door to the shed.

“Guys?” They asked quietly. “Do you think that maybe he’s there?” They gave a single nod towards the building.

“Worth a shot.” Muttered Steve.

They were all slowly walking towards the shed, Steve was in front of everyone which meant he was the first to put this hand on the handle but before he opened the door (Y/n) spoke up.

“Wait. Can you stand behind me? I want you to protect the others in case something happens, I’ll go first.”

“Are you sure? It’s Eddie, I doubt there is something to be afraid of.” He snickered.

“Just do it.” They rolled their eyes and pushed the door open. “Eddie? You there?”

“Eddie it’s Dustin! We are here to help!” His eyes were spinning all over the room, he really wanted to find his friend. “Eddieeeeeee!”

(Y/n) took an oar and started poking the blue cover laying on the boat.

“What are you doing?” Dustin hissed. “Just take it off!”

“If you’re so brave then you do it! I’m not risking shit.” Dustin didn’t reply, he didn’t even move from his spot. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.” (Y/n) wanted to poke the sheet again but someone jumped out of the boat and pinned them to the wooden wall.

“Eddie don’t!” Dustin screamed.

(Y/n) felt something sharp touching their neck, the oar still in their hand. They were breathing heavily, a bit scared of this object touching them, it was probably a knife or a broken bottle, they couldn’t tell since their eyes were flicking between Eddie’s face, Steve, Dustin and the ceiling. Meanwhile Steve was shitting his pants, he was so scared that something would happen to (Y/n), he wished he hadn’t agreed to their proposition of switching places.

“Man, please let them go, we are here to help.” Steve said calmly and took a step forward.

“Stay back!” Yelled Eddie, the sharp object pressing slightly harder to (Y/n)’s neck.

“Fuck listen, can we just talk? Please let them go.” Steve begged.

“Eddie, we are here to help! Put the bottle down! (Y/n) drop the oar!” Dustin spoke up, his hands in front of him to give Eddie some kind of reassurance. (Y/n) dropped the oar, Eddie on the other hand was still holding the bottle, even more tightly. “These are my friends Eddie, we are not here to do you any harm.”

“Yeah, no harm.” Said (Y/n) quietly.

“Eddie! We wanna help, I swear on my MOTHER.”

“Yeah, mhm, Dustin’s mother.” Whispered (Y/n).

“Dustin’s mother!” The rest of them spoke up while nodding their heads.

Eddie’s eyes flickered between the group and (Y/n) a couple of times before he let go of them. Steve was at their side in a split second and took (Y/n)’s head into his hands.

“Hey, hey, you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine Stevie.” They mumbled. “You always attack people who wanna help?” They turned to Eddie, their hand softly massaging their throat.

“Better safe than sorry.” He said.

“Fair point.” (Y/n) smirked at him. “You’re forgiven.”

He reciprocated the smile, then Dustin approached him to talk and explain some things to him.

“(Y/n) can we talk outside?” Steve whispered to their ear.

They nodded and took his hand to take him out of the shed walking a couple metres away in hopes to have a conversation which wouldn’t be interrupted by Dustin or worse, Robin.

“Why are you so reckless? You could’ve died! None of this would happen if I was in your place.”

“Steve you would have been pushed against that wall just like me, you know it.” They sighed. “Besides, it doesn’t matter now, does it? The only thing that matters is that we found him and that I am very much alive.” (Y/n) smiled at him.

“I know but…”

“Shush! Come here.” They pulled him into a tight hug. “I am not leaving you so soon, prepare for years of torture with me by your side.”

“I’ll gladly take years of torture with you than not have you here at all.” He mumbled into their hair.

 “You’re cute when you’re worried.”

“Oh shut up.” He mumbled and walked back towards the shed, smirking (Y/n) following his steps.

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Bank Teller

[ Inspired a bit by money heist: Korea ]

-> When money becomes tight around Korea and the public finds out why you and your friends go on a mission to get the most you can and end up meeting the bank teller.

BANKTELLER!BANGCHAN X CRIMINAL!READER

Smut warning: choking, degradation, slight spit, use of handcuffs, unprotected sex, biting, bang chan being hot, he slaps you one time, the nicknamesss ugghhhh

Story warnings: mentions of guns, death, robbery, threats

A/N: Let me know if I should do a part two!

When people who were extremely selfish came into power, the people underneath them will either sink or swim; if they kissed enough ass they would be taken care of. If they didn't, they would lose everything they owned and loved.

You were one of the people who seemed to lose everything.

Under the new President's laws, the money sector of the government became its own entity. They could decide how much money to print and how much the public got. It was a horrible idea as the man who led the Money sector was power hungry and filled with greed. He chose the most prestigious banks to get the most help from them, along with businesses that supported him when he ran for his current position. He then announced that the other companies could send someone to meet with him to decide on their new pay wages and how much money would go to him versus how much the company would get to keep running. Over 45 percent of businesses were given less money than they needed to run their companies and ended up either in extreme debt or closed down. It was all the news could talk about as many people blamed him, along with the president for ruining their jobs as many families now had to seek work elsewhere to pay their rent, while the rich could sit back and watch from their paid-off homes.

Now, let's go back to you. You worked at one of the businesses next to go talk to him to decide their fate. You leaned back in your computer chair as you watched your once happy, cheery CEO cry in her office out of fear that she would have to close down. You felt disgust for the whole situation, turning to look outside at the calm night view of the city. You knew people were suffering and wanted to change it, but you didn't know how.

That's before an opportunity came and knocked you both in the face.

You were about to clock out around midnight when three men came into the office. They obviously thought the place should be empty as they were surprised to see you both before they announced that they were not only going to rob you both but have their way with you guys as well. You pushed your CEO behind you, protecting her as you fought one of the men, successfully breaking his nose and lip before being tossed over one of the desks. You gripped the table as you tried to stand up, the pain in your abdomen bugging you as you watched your CEO beg for her life. You noticed one of the guys had their bags on the ground with their guns sticking out. You weren't one for guns, but from how they talked to your boss, you knew they were planning to end her life. You grabbed the gun before returning to the desk, mustering up all the courage you could before shooting two of the men dead, the only one alive holding onto your boss's head. He stared at you with disbelief as he held his knife to her throat, observing as you walked around the table. You were about to threaten him, hoping he would run scared but he didn't give you the chance. He stabbed your CEO as hard as he could before being met with a bullet from you, the bodies falling onto the ground as blood soaked into the carpet.

You began shaking, pushing off the tears that wanted to spill from your eyes as you grabbed one of the robber's bags, rushing out of the building to be met with heavy rain. You knew that if you would've called the cops, there was a high chance that they wouldn't have listened to you. You knew how guilty you looked and decided that being on the run was more tempting than being in a prison cell. You turned back to face the building you once called home before running off into a nearby alley, following them. You had to decide fast on where you were going; you knew you couldn't go home as they would send police to your home after they went through the crime scene. You couldn't go anywhere near here as your face would be everywhere in a matter of minutes and someone could be greedy enough to turn you in for some extra funds. You had met it to an alley that was near an abandoned parking garage and some water, where you considered jumping into to just end it all. You had only gripped the side of the wall when you felt a hand being placed on your shoulder, making you turn around, whipping your gun out to face the man. He smiled as he held his hand up in defense, not worried about you shooting him. He could tell you were scared and nervous noted by how shakily you held the gun. ''Let me help you. You don't have to end it all over what you did" he kept a bright smile on his face, reminding you of your CEO. It made you drop the weapon and your guard. You hated how fast you agreed to join him, but you were desperate; you had nowhere to run to and the idea of drowning to death didn't seem so interesting to you. So, you agreed.

That was the backstory to why you were now sitting in a circle with six other people, talking about committing the biggest bank robbery in history: robbing the Money Sector.

You put on your uniform, sighing as your friend Berlin patted your back. You were all named after places you wanted to visit instead of using your old names. That person was dead and gone according to the police. Yet here you were with the name Australia. You always wanted to visit the place, especially the opera house. You knew it sounded boring, but you loved how it looked in pictures and online.

You put in your earpiece as you followed Berlin to the truck. Your part of the plan required you to ride with him to "deliver" more money to the sector. You hid in the very back of the truck, placing a mask on as you hid behind the many stacks and boxes of money and gold.

"Alright team," the professor said to the team through the earpieces, a smile apparent on his lips from his voice. "Let's go ahead and show him what happened when the rich decide to abuse their power."

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You weren't needed until the alarm went off, signaling that a code red was being enforced. By the time you had emerged from the truck, everyone was gathered in the lobby, all their heads down and shaking with fear. You joined the others as they were talking to them, trying to calm them down enough to cooperate. You leaned against a nearby desk, blowing bubbles with your gum underneath your mask while you listened to Berlin talk, waiting for the next set of instructions. Berlin soon smiled at you, tossing you a flash drive and some other wires, letting you know that the room you were assigned to keep an eye on and hack in was ready. You nodded, asking who was the bank teller for that room, surprised when you noticed a hand shoot up.

You walked over to the raised hand, gripping his wrist to help him stand up before leading him to the room with your gun pressed to his back. You weren't planning on shooting him, just keeping him in the room so if there were any security questions, he could answer them. You sat him down on the floor facing the desk before closing the door, leaning down to him before removing the bag your co-robbers had placed on his head.

You were actually surprised how attractive the bank teller was; he had black hair and dark brown eyes, his hair slightly messed up from the bag but he looked so put together. You looked down to notice him wearing a suit, the tight material around his arms showcasing his biceps. He looked hot, to be frank.

"Like what you see, Princess?"

Your eyes snapped up to meet his, your surprised look covered by your mask. His Australian accent was thick in his voice when he spoke, making you realize that he was actually from Australia. He scanned your body, wolf-whistling as he dragged his eyes up your body slowly. It felt like he was undressing you with his eyes, feeling slightly exposed even though you knew you were fully covered. You cleared your throat, making your way over to the desk to place your gun down, the bank teller smirking as he watched you walk back over. "You look decent," you murmured, taking a piece of tape to get all of his fingerprints before returning to the desk. "Oh and don't call me princess."

"I can't call you that? Well then, what's your name?" he smiled as you returned, not offering a response as you handcuffed his hands together. He bit his lip not only from the close proximity you both were but from how tight you made the handcuffs. You nodded when they were tight enough, walking away with the key back to the desk, where you tossed the key somewhere. You had no plans on letting him go, so there was no need for it. You checked your phone for any updates, smiling when everyone was given the go-ahead to remove their masks to build trust with their assigned hostages. You leaned back in the computer chair before removing your mask, tossing it onto the desk. The bank teller felt his cheeks slightly heat up at the sight of you, clearing his throat to get your attention. "Has anyone ever told you that you're really pretty?" You raised an eyebrow at his question, wondering why he was flirting with you and not pleading for his release. You didn't respond, starting to look through the database to check on the security settings of everything when an access code popped up on the screen. At hearing the notification sound, your hostage smirked.

"You're going to need my password for that. And lucky for you, I-"

"I got in"

He paused mid-sentence, his head snapping to face your own smirk as the approved password sound came from the computer. He was so surprised, shaking his head in disbelief as he was the only person who knew all of the passwords. "Aww, don't be so sad Mr. Bank Teller," you said smugly, offering him a slight wink before leaning back in your chair once more, watching as the files all soon unlocked on their own. "Mr. Bank Teller? Just call me Chan," you turned to face him, Chan now sitting on his knees facing you as well. You decided that since you would be spending so much time together that you should be cordial. "Australia"

He held back a laugh at your name, you rolling your eyes at his reaction. "I'm sorry, it's just- I'm from Australia and is that your legal name or?" You didn't respond to his question, going back onto the computer to look through everything. He pouted as you ignored him, shifting to get comfortable, sitting on his butt as he leaned against the wall. In his mind, it wasn't all too bad being locked up with you. It was obvious that you had no intention of hurting him as you would've done it after you had gotten access to the systems and you were pretty so he had something to look at and admire.

He thought back to what his boss had said for him to do while they were all held in the lobby with the bags on their heads.

You need to get close to her. Use that charisma of yours to persuade her of letting you and me go. Then, we can go to the police and get them all arrested and we'll be marked as heroes.

Chan didn't care much about being called the hero of the situation as he knew his boss would want all of the spotlights. However, he wanted to keep you talking as he could either get information out of you or just hear you speak. He grimaced at the tightening of his work pants, trying to take his mind off of you and get comfortable as he knew it would be a long night.

Day 3

"Just stay with him until the Professor says we can roll out of here. I know you hate it here but we can't lose the one person who would give us so much information," you rolled your eyes as you leaned against Berlin's desk. The job was supposed to be a quick in and out situation, at most supposed to be taking two days but now you were getting restless. Berlin patted your shoulder before he ushered for you to go back to the room to keep watch on Chan, but you knew he was fine. He was still handcuffed and had been pretty obedient. He made no effort to escape when you took him to the bathroom or to get food, and had just been sitting on the floor talking to you about meaningless things to keep you both talking as you knew he was also bored. You had learned the most you had about someone in just a few days than you had in a while. In a weird way, you enjoyed his company.

When you returned with snacks and a drink for him, he thanked you before moving to open them. You moved the handcuffs so his hands were in front of him instead of behind him, allowing him to properly use the bathroom or eat and drink.

You returned to the chair, staring at the ones and zeros that scanned across the screen, boredom setting in once more. "Do you know what time it is?" Chan asked, making you shrug before checking your phone. "Midnight."

"So, we've been here for four days," he nodded, taking another sip of his drink. "This is the longest first date of my life."

You raised an eyebrow at his words, asking what he meant. "You heard me. I don't tell just anyone about my scar on my side," he chuckled, referring back to a conversation you both had about tattoos and scars. "I never agreed to this being a first date, Chan," You pointed out, Chan smirking at you. "You didn't have to, Princess. The minute you locked me in this dark room with no windows for now what, four days with you, this became a date." You sighed rubbing your temples as you felt your cheeks heat up from the nickname. Maybe it was because you were sleep-deprived or something, but he could make you blush and stumble over your words with the stupidest words.

You stood up to walk around and stretch, Chan, asking to do the same. You knew he wouldn't make a run for it as you had locked the door and if someone used the wrong code to unlock it, they'd get shocked. He thanked you, throwing away his trash before cracking his back, and turning to face you. "Can you do me a favor and remove my tie and unbutton my shirt? It's starting to suffocate me," you at first refused until he pouted, making you roll your eyes before moving to unbutton and remove the tie. Chan hadn't had a chance to have you so up close, biting his lip as he felt you remove the tie before working on his shirt. "If you want, you can remove the whole thing," your hands halted as your eyes met, a spark surging through your body at his darkened eyes. You both had been flirting with one another these past days, the underlying sexual tension now coming to the surface to be thick. You were about to walk away when you felt his hands move to grip your hips, tugging you close to him as his lips moved to your ear, his voice dark and slightly desperate as he spoke. "C'mon, Princess, don't be all shy now. I know how much you fucking want me and believe me, I also want you so fucking much," your hands gripped his shirt as he pulled face to face you, licking his lips at your darkened eyes.

Fuck it.

Your lips smashed together in a rough and needy kiss, your tongues making colliding with one another in no time to try and fight for dominance. He groaned into the kiss when you bit his bottom lip, his handcuffed hands slowly moving to grip your ass to pull you closer as he rolled his hips to meet yours. He pulled back for air, a string of saliva connecting the two of you as he told you to take off his glasses, reconnecting your lips when you did. He licked around your mouth as he moved you to the desk, murmuring drunkenly into your mouth as he helped you get on it.

"Lemme get these off of you, baby," he groans, you leaning back as he tried to remove your clothes but the handcuffs made it a bit harder. You helped him remove your pants and top, Chan choosing to leave your harness on as it held up your bra. He kissed and bit the top of your breasts, your legs wrapping around his waist as he began to rut his groin into yours. He watched as you tossed your head back, Chan becoming harder as he listened to the small noises you made for him. He hadn't had any sexual activity in a while, and yet, you were becoming one of his favorites. He loved how you moaned his name when he rolled his hips and bit your neck, Chan slowly kissing down your body as he lowered himself. When you realized he was on his knees, you sat up on your hands, looking down at him as he licked the wet patch on your panties, making you hum as you gripped his hair. He continued to play with you for a minute before he used his teeth to remove the underwear, letting it drop into his hand before he began to bite and suck your thighs. He loved how the closer he would get to your pussy, the tighter your hand got in his hair. He moaned against your wet thigh before his tongue made contact with you, making you sigh dreamily. "Does that pussy taste good, Chan?" you asked, grabbing one of your breasts as he looked up at you, nodding as he licked your folds hungrily. He moved as close to you as he could, his lips wrapping around your clit as he used his bottom lip to pleasure you, letting your hand grip his hair tighter as he moved. "You sound so good for me, baby. You taste so good, too," he moaned, noticing how you had tightened around his tongue and how your thighs were closing around his head, Chan moving faster. You tossed your head back to rest against the monitor as you raised your hips to move against his tongue and face, winning as you approached your orgasm. Chan closed his eyes and moved you faster, now fucking you with his tongue when you came, a groan leaving him as he rushed to clean you up, his lower face covered with your cum.

He kissed up your body when you calmed down, you pulling him into a rough kiss as his handcuffed hands massaged your thighs, Chan biting your bottom lip as he let it snap back into place. He decided to tease you, repeatedly removing his lips from yours, making you whine as you chased them. He soon gave in when he felt your hand begin to palm him over his pants, Chan whining as before he rested his forehead against yours. "Take these fucking things off," he whispered, referring to the cuffs. "I can't fuck you properly baby unless you take them off, please be good," he bit your nose as he heard the sound of you searching for the keys, then unlocking the handcuffs. The minute his hand was free, he pulled you into a rough kiss, dominating it as he removed his shirt and pants tossing them with yours as he rubbed his cock against your wet slit. He pulled back and gripped your jaw, making you look at him as he pushed into you, you both gasping at how you both felt. He felt like he was in heaven as you pulsed around him, you digging your nails into the back of his neck as you moaned at how big he was. "Are you not used to having such a big, fat cock in this pussy baby?" He asked, his tongue licking his bottom lip as he looked down at where you both met. He clicked his tongue when you held a hand out to stop him from going in more, slapping your hand away before gripping your hips. "No, you don't get to stop me from filling up this pussy. I bet you're such a slut that you can take a big cock like this, huh? You're just acting so innocent that you can't. " he shook his head, pushing you back so you were leaning your hands before he roughly pushed the rest of himself in, his lips smashing into yours when you moaned loudly. He rocked the two of you back and forth as he waited for you to adjust, licking your lip as he looked down at you. "You're too cute to be a normal bank robber. So, what do you think you're doing, princess?"

You raised an eyebrow at his question, moving one of your hands into his hair as you tugged hard, making him moan as his head fell backward. "Who are you calling cute?" you demanded, Chan, chuckling at how you thought you were in control. He gripped your hand removing it from his hair before he pulled out, flipping you over so you were pressed against the desk before he grabbed the handcuffs, placing them on your hands as he kept them behind your back. "You, sweetheart. It's time I teach you some manners, huh?" He didn't let you respond, pushing into just as roughly as he did the first time, not giving you time to adjust as he set a pounding pace. You moaned loudly, Chan leaning forward to bite your shoulder. "Look at you, winning and moaning like some cheap whore I could find outside near my house. Do you like how I fill up your little pussy, baby? Do you like how I can split you in fucking half with how big I am?"

You gripped the handcuffs as you tried to hold in your noises, only to loudly moan out "yes~" when he slapped your ass hard. He gripped your hair, pulling you up so your back was right against his chest, his lips moving to your neck as his hands moved to play with your clit and breasts. "Aww, you love how I fuck this pussy, don't you? How are you ever going to find another man after this is all over to satisfy you like this, hmm? You're going to have to come find me here at work, all wet and needy for me and have you bent over my desk taking my cock, screaming my name knowing goddam well that everyone could hear you, but you wouldn't care, no" you tightened at his words, feeling another orgasm approach at his words, Chan also noticing. He wrapped his hand around your throat, licking along the column of your neck as he moved faster, smirking when you whined that you were coming. "Cum. Do it, fucking make a mess all over my cock, I want it dripping down all over me," he demanded. You choked back a scream as you came, your legs shaking as Chan let you fall forward onto the desk. His pace didn't slow down as he waited for you to calm down, only stopping when he was sure you were spent. He pulled out, tossing off the handcuffs from your wrists before flipping you over once more, picking you as he moved to sit in the computer chair, turning it to face the heavily tinted windows. He pressed your back against, you immediately arching as his lips wrapped around your nipple, sucking as he pushed back into you sitting you down fully on his cock. He switched between nipples, relishing in the noises you made for him and how your nails dug into his arms.

"Now, who owns this pussy, baby? Tell me" he demanded, his hand cupping your jaw as his thumb moved across your bottom lip, waiting for your response. You raised an eyebrow, feeling your brattiness coming back, biting his thumb before saying "Not yours" You smirked as his eyes seemed to get darker, Chan's hand coming to slap you before gripping your face once more, pulling you close to his face. He kissed your cheek, licking the area he slapped while his free hand gripped your ass. "I'm going to show you who owns it so you don't forget," he whispered against your cheek, standing up with you in his arms, telling you to wrap your arms and legs around him. When you do, he kisses you softly before he begins to fuck into you, making you pull back from the kiss to moan his name, your nails dragging against his shoulders making him groan. He continues to fuck you in the air before pinning you against the window. His hand comes up to grip your jaw, making you open your mouth before he spits into your mouth, making you swallow it before he smirked, moving faster into you. "You better be glad those windows are tinted, but I bet you'd love having everyone watch you while I fuck you, huh? Should I take you out to where everyone can see you and show them how to properly fuck a slut, huh? Show them how I fuck my pussy?" His eyes focused on where you both connected, Chan then spitting onto where you both met, your head falling back against the window. His eyes moved up to meet yours, Chan's eyebrows furrowed as he sped up and moved harder, the room filled with a mixture of both of your moans and the sounds of him pounding into you. He bit his bottom lip, pulling you close to him as he whined in your ear, letting you know that he was about to cum, you nodding as you also had to. His jaw tightened as he played with your clit, you coming hard as you tightened around him. Chan bit his lip harder before his eyes snapped to yours, pulling you into a kiss as he growled into your mouth, moving his hips for a bit longer before they began to shudder, halting as his hips pinned against yours as he filled you up. He kissed you as you both breathed heavily, the kiss messy as he carefully placed you onto the desk. He took a minute to gather his breath before he placed his head on your shoulder, sweat rolling down his body as he bit and kissed your shoulder. "You alright, Sweetheart?" he asked you, kissing up your body to connect his lips with yours in a sweet kiss, you nodded before letting him know that you couldn't feel your legs. He walked over to grab a tissue to clean you both up before helping you get dressed, then did the same for himself. When you were both dressed and calmed down, he picked up the handcuffs, handing them to you asking for you to wait to put them on him until he had to go deal with the others, you agreeing as he put on his glasses, then fixed up both of your appearances. "You looked so hot, by the way," he chuckled, kissing you deeply, smiling into the kiss when you wrapped your arms around his neck, his hands resting on your hips as you both kissed one another.

You pulled back to rest your forehead against his, saying his name making him hum. "When you had the handcuffs on me, why didn't you leave them on me?" Chan took a second to think before he shrugged. "I wouldn't leave you in them and trusted that you wouldn't try to kill me or something like that. The same way you trusted me enough to remove the handcuffs off of me," you nodded, jumping when your phone buzzed, letting you know that it was time for him to go for his mandatory bathroom break then his work shift to help print money. Chan bit his bottom lip as you put the handcuffs back onto him, smiling as you rubbed his back before walking out with you to meet with the others.

In a way, within the four days you had known him, you trusted him and had even gained feelings for him. He felt the same, noting that you both had gained some sort of trust in one another, while Chan had also gained some feelings for you. He felt his heart slightly ache when he watched you walk away back to hack in the room, leaving him with the others. He had gotten into the bathroom, starting to take a piss when his boss came to the urinal next to him. "How's it going, Chan? Are you gaining her trust like I said to?" Chan looked up at the ceiling before sighing, letting out a nonchalant "Sure". He didn't want to reveal how deep both of your connections had gotten, his boss smiling as he patted his back. "Remember, we're doing this to become free and be heroes. Don't let her get into that head of yours. Just play her like a fiddle." Chan blocked out the rest of what his boss was saying, finishing before flushing and zipping his pants up, going to wash his hands before walking right past his boss without a second glance.

Chan seemed more distracted during his work shift, thinking about how life could be if he could get the two of you to escape; how you both could move to Australia and have a family there together and never return here. He would even work multiple jobs so you could stay hidden if that was what you wanted to. He wanted to get to know you more and found himself becoming obsessed with the idea of you. His boss must've noticed the blank and slightly annoyed expression he had on his face, sneaking over to ask him about it. "Don't tell me you've gained feelings for the bitch," Chan's eyes snapped up to meet his bosses, gripping his shirt as he told him to leave him alone and to not call you that before shoving him away. Now his boss could definitely tell something was wrong as Chan was one to always keep his cool and never laid a hand on anyone. He held his hands up, reminding him quietly of the mission before going back to his duty, leaving Chan to think about you.

He felt conflicted on whether to help his boss out or to stay put and do as you said; you had made no advances to hurt him or anyone else, nor did your coworkers. If anything, they just wanted the large amount of money you guys had in the safe and then leave successfully. It made no sense to try and escape as you and your boss would be caught and then could be killed. You didn't know what was going through your boss's head, so he decided against risking it.

He trusted you.

Day six

You and Chan had been in your own world, staying in his office where you both talked, cuddled, and sometimes fucked. He was the best lover you had in a while, so you didn't mind. He didn't have his handcuffs on when he was just within the room, and if anyone wanted to come in, you would quickly put them on him and no one could suspect a thing.

No one suspected a thing.

You both had been dreading the day you had to separate, that day now coming now. Berlin texted you to come out to the safe room's boarding dock, where the Professor had secured you all a truck that was ready to go and take you guys to a safe house. You turned to Chan, who looked heartbroken. "I can't come with you?" He asked you, you shake your head no. You both shared a sense of sadness and disappointment, Chan scoffing as he felt tears sting his eyes. How stupid could he be to think that you would take him with you and run away with him? You rushed to write something down on a piece of paper, slipping it to him in his handkerchief before kissing him one last time before you lead him to where everyone else was waiting before leaving with the others.

Chan kept his head down as he listed to the truck drive away and his coworker rush out of the building and call the cops. He slowly stood up, fixing his glasses before he walked out to join the others, cameras, and cops rushing to check on everyone as they were checked out by paramedics. Chan felt his heart be empty and broken, his cheeks and nose burning as he held in his tears from missing you. He didn't know if had developed Stockholm syndrome or something, but he missed you a lot.

Later that night, when he returned home, he looked around his lavish apartment that felt empty. He decided to try and continue life as normal without thinking about you. He drank some wine before taking a shower, placing his suit on a hanger to go get dry cleaned when he remembered what you did with his handkerchief. He pulled it out, placing his suit down as he opened it, noticing a note from you.

Give me a week.

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"Alright, I'll take the next client!"

Chan smiled at his secretary, who shot him a wink before going to retrieve the next client. She had been so flirty with him all the time, asking him out to dinner all the time. His coworkers told him to at least give her a try, but he couldn't do it. He was still hung up on you and he couldn't think of anyone else but you. He ended up moving to a different bank as their cyber security specialist and bank account overseer. It was a bit lonelier than his other job, but he sort of liked it.

"Good Afternoon, Mr. Chan"

Chan's eyes widened at the sound of your voice, his head snapping up as he saw you walk in. You wore a bucket hat to cover your head, but your outfit looked similar to what you wore when you both first met. His mouth dried as you sat down before him, a smile on your face that he found infectious. "I told you to give me a week," you chuckled, Chan, nodding as he stared at you. You may have changed your hair color and cut your hair a bit shorter, but he could tell it was still you. You slid your new ID and social security number over to him, Chan looking it over. Your boss must've gotten you a brand new ID and SS number, both looking legit. He looked up your name, your records popping up that you were an orphan from Australia that had just immigrated to South Korea.

"Y/N? Such a beautiful name. It says here you're from Australia?" He asked, a smile on his face as he handed both back to you, you winking at him before nodding. "I'm from Australia, maybe we could both take a trip there soon." He forward in his chair as he eyed you, you doing the same. He missed having you so close, almost kissing you before you pulled back to lean back in your chair. "I want to open a secure bank account that can be used all around the world and I heard you were the guy for the job." He nodded at you, pulling out the papers you needed to sign. He liked seeing you in mundane clothing and without the gun and mask, finding you more attractive that way. Maybe this time, he could take you out and-

"Hey, Chan I have a question to ask you"

He snapped out from his daydream, turning to face you as he nodded. He had been daydreaming often lately, thinking about you. Now that you were in front of him, he didn't have to.

"Are those windows as tinted as the ones in your old office or..?" Chan smirked at your question, nodding as tapped it with his knuckles to show how sturdy it was. "The office is also sound proof as well," you nodded, biting your bottom lip before you played with the pen, Chan watching as you bit it. He swore the air left his lungs when you did, smirking as he stood up to stand next to you, which looked normal to anyone who passed by, but to you both, his hand was gripping your thigh and was moving closer to the top of your pants. "Do you want me to show you?" He asked you in a low voice, you nodding. He smirked, standing up straight before walking over to his computer to turn off the security camera that was in his room before walking to close the door, placing a do not disturb note on the door before fully closing it, locking it before turning around to face you already on his desk, swinging your legs as you both stared at one another. He eyed your outfit, biting his bottom lip before he leaned against the wall, his dark eyes now meeting yours.

"Take everything off for me, then go against the mirror. Let me remind you who's in charge."

Part two??

[grimmjowswoman]

Wild Morning

Back with another filthy fic with Vergil and this time is a lot longer so buckle up :)

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Warning: Smut

Pairing: Vergil x f!reader

Word count: 2196

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Another morning, another day, and same routine. You woke up in the morning feeling an arm wrapped around your waist, of course you know who it is. Vergil. Your husband of 2 years, sleeping peacefully. His white hairs falling on his face resembling his brother. You wished to stay forever in bed with him but you had to get on with your day.

You slipped out of his grip very slowly so you don't wake him up and went to the linked bathroom to freshen up from your sleepy state and put your hair in a lazy and light ponytail then go prepare breakfast for yourself and your sleepy husband. You walked in the kitchen and pulled all the stuff you need for making food and you started with your duty. You decided to make some pancakes and coffee for yourself since Vergil isn't awake yet you won't make him his tea.

 You put on the last piece of pancakes on the plate before putting it on the table with your coffee on the side and you sat down and started eating what you made and sipping on your drink enjoying the taste of the pancakes melting in your mouth. You took your time finishing your breakfast, you put down the fork and knife and wiped the syrup from your lips then stood up with the dirty dishes to put them in the sink and start washing them.

  You cleaned off the dirt from them and made a fresh bowl of water and dish soap and you started washing the dishes. While doing so, you were too busy to notice someone walking behind you bare feet wearing only blue pajama pants and too busy trying to push your now fallen hair away from your face, you only noticed Vergil when he wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed your temple you let out a small breath because he scared you a little but you didn't stop doing your chores.

 "Vergil, you're awake" you said as you turn your head to him and peck his cheek

 "Yeah I am" he said and his hand traveled to get a hold of your hair that had been annoying you

 "Yes thank you" You said smiling at Vergil and continuing with the dishes

 You felt a pair of lips landing on your neck taking you by surprise, a breathy moan left your lips, and Vergil kept leaving kisses all over your exposed neck. Soon kisses turned into gentle licks by him, your hands stopped working on the dishes wanting to put your arm around Vergil's head and hand on his white slicked back locks but they are soaking wet from the running water

"Vergil? What are you doing? Let me finish washing these dishes" another moan escaped you after finishing your sentence

 "Don't stop then" Vergil said after his lips left your neck

 You tried to keep doing what you were doing while ignoring Vergil's nonstop abuse on your neck but when his hand left your hair to let it fall back down and both his hands slid down your sides, one of them sliding in front and inside your shorts and panties making contact with your already wet pussy

 "Seems like you're very eager to be taken right here" you could hear the cockiness in his voice

 "Vergil please-" you moaned leaning your hips forward to get Vergil's fingers to be inserted in your pretty tight hole

 "Please what? What do you want?" Vergil asked as he puts his hand on your neck and pulls you back so your head is laid on his chest and his nose brushing your rosy cheek

 "Please fuck me" You managed to let out before a series of “ah's” and “oh's” leaving your lips

 "Good girl" After his sentence, Vergil pulls his hand out of your soaked panties and push you gently on the sink.

 Vergil's hands went to unbutton your short and unzip it before sliding it down to pool on your feet, your panties followed suit and his pants as well. His hand held your thigh and put it up on the edge of the sink before guiding his hard cock to your keen, wet hole. He then rubs his dick all over your pussy lips to gather as much lubricant as he can so he can easily insert his veiny cock in. As soon as you feel the tip of his dick slide inside you with ease, you start to moan out

 "Put it all in already- please Vergil" You cried out, wanting to feel the rest of his dick in your pussy

 Vergil wasn't going to slide himself fully at first but hearing your desperate cries and beggings for him to fuck you, his sudden thrust making you jolt forward your stomach hitting the cold edge of the sink

  "Mmhm yes like that" You moan out enjoying the feeling of his cock inside you

 Vergil pulled out completely before ramming it back in hard making you jolt forward again, so he kept going in that pace not once did you stop your moaning

 "Faster Vergil- please" you closed your eyes and bite your bottom lip to suppress your loud moans to which Vergil didn't approve of

 "I want to hear how good I'm making you feel" Vergil demands after he grabbed you by your throat and pulled you so your back is on his naked chest without stopping his thrust or even go slower instead he fastened his pace

 "Yes- yes- yes- Vergil please- I'm gonna cum-- mmm" you said, hearing Vergil starts to groan as well

 The only sounds heard in the kitchen were your filthy moans combined with Vergil's grunts and the skin slaps of Vergil's balls hitting you each time he thrusts forward and hard. Vergil's free hand traveled to your tank top and pulled one strap down enough to let your right nipple out to the cold air and he grabbed your peak between his fingers twisting and pulling on it making you get even closer to finally cumming

 "Vergil I'm gonna cum, fuck-" You closed your eyes and the knot in your stomach unfolded and your juices coating Vergil’s cock and your pussy clinched around him making Vergil grunt and follow you suit

 You feel Vergil's thrusts come to a stop, his hands left your neck and nipple to grab your hip and his seeds flow inside your now abused pussy expecting him to pull out as soon as he finishes his load but no. Vergil starts thrusting back inside you taking you by surprise, his hand goes to your clit and rubs it fast trying to make you reach your second orgasm of the day (more like morning)

 "Don't think I'm done with you" Vergil smirks at you

 Vergil went back to thrusting hard in and out making you feel another knot form in your stomach, a few more thrusts from Vergil and you're already close to your second orgasm, Vergil felt your hole clenching again around his cock and tightens

 "Still so tight" Vergil commented, hips not missing any beat

 "Vergil I'm gonna cum again-" You replied, hand wrapped around Vergil's hand that's busy rubbing circles around your clit

  Your legs starts shaking from getting overstimulated, Vergil's hand over your hips holding you up so you don't collapse yet until he finishes breeding your pussy. You moaned so loudly as you felt your juices flow on Vergil's cock for the second time, Vergil's hand stopped rubbing around your soft bud and his thrusts slowed down and this time he pulled his cum coated cock out of you and you feel everything spill out down your thighs, you laid your stomach on the sink trying to catch your breath.

 Vergil went and grabbed a cloth and wet it under the water before coming behind you again and he started to clean you up, you jolt forward and a small moan leaves your lips after feeling the wet cloth on your pussy, Vergil then finished cleaning you up and himself, he wears his pants back on and slick his messy hair back meanwhile you are still catching your breath and holding yourself on the edge of the sink so you don't fall, Vergil looked at you and saw you in that state so he decided to help you and take you to the bathroom to take a bath and relax

 Vergil held your half naked body in bridal style and made his way to the bathroom, he sat you on the toilet seat so he can fill the bathtub with warm water before slowly easing you in. You feel your body relax so you close your eyes to enjoy while Vergil kneels beside the bathtub to take care of you

 "I'll take care of you" Vergil said and gave you a small smile that showed his dimples

 “Join me" You told him as you grab him by the arms, giving him puppy dog eyes.

 "Can't promise you anything" He replied and you knew well what he meant

 "I know"

 After your sentence, Vergil stood up and pulled his pants down and his cock slapped on his stomach, the scene made you lick and bite your lip and Vergil saw your reaction but tried to ignore it ..... for now

 He slowly got in the tub opposite of you but you were having none of that. You decided to make your way to him and lay your right side on him, your left arm wrapped around his neck, legs tangled with his and his deliciously red cock was close to your stomach you could even feel it, you lean up close and wrapped your lips around Vergil's pulling him in a sweet kiss, a kiss turned into a make out session as soon as it started. You decided to risk it even more by grabbing his cock with your free hand, you started pumping his now hard cock under the water, kissing noises filled the bathroom along with water splashing from your hand movement on his dick.

 You pulled away from the kiss and stopped the motion on Vergil's dick and you pulled yourself up to straddle Vergil's hips and guided his girthy cock close to your pussy and you sank down on him with moans escaping your lips and grunts coming out of Vergil

 "Ah Vergil- your cock is so good- mmm I can't help but want to feel you inside me" You dirty talked to Vergil making him close his eyes and lean his head back before moving his hands to grab on your hips to help move you up and down his dick

 "You dirty girl" Vergil said between his groans

 You got tired from putting your hands on the edges of the bathtub so you lean down to lay on Vergil's chest while still moving up and down. The water splashing sound filled the bathtub and soon it started to die down when you stop your movement on Vergil's shaft to coat his cock again with your cum and his mixing up inside your hole.

 You laid on Vergil for a few more minutes to catch your breath, arms wrapped around his neck and you two are still joined together from your intimate parts, Vergil's hand stayed on your ass kneading and slapping it making your cheeks red, you were enjoying it so much that soft moans are leaving your mouth but like everything good, it has to end.

 "Let's get cleaned up" Vergil said as he sends one last slap to your ass making you flinch and pull away from his chest

 "Hey! What was that for?" You asked staring knives into Vergil but he just smirks at you

 "We are here to clean up not stay here all day" Vergil said before turning you around so your back is facing him and he grabs the shampoo bottle before squirting some of it on his hand and put it on your hair. Vergil started helping you clean up before cleaning himself up.

 Finally finishing up, Vergil wrapped a towel around you then himself and guided you to the bedroom since you're still sore from all the sex you had in the morning

 "Hey, you didn't eat your breakfast" You just remember that Vergil did even put anything in his mouth except your tongue this morning

 "I'll eat soon, don't worry" He replied while busy drying his hair with the towel and you were oblivious about the thoughts running inside Vergil's mind

 As you were wearing your tank top, two arms wrap around your hips taking you by surprise

 "Again?" You spoke to him but he decided to ignore you and leave kisses on your shoulder blades and neck "Vergil stop, we did it like two times now let's stop"

 "You look ravishing" Vergil complimented stopping the kisses for a few minutes before going back and removing the towel from your body and pushing you back on the bed before he kneels between your legs after he pushed them apart.

 Aaaaaaand you really lost count of how many rounds you two had because the whole day Vergil was so insatiable.