#p | n. black (01)

[lostgirlinthewoods]

CRAZY STUPID LOVE | park wonbin smau

pairing. guitarist!park wonbin x athlete!fem!reader

synopsis. lee y/n, a competitive swimming athlete, just wants to finish her degree as a scholar. no drama. no distractions. and certainly, no romance. park wonbin, a music prod student and the siren’s guitarist, just wants to make music. no crazy fangirls in line to date him. no insane dms from random people declaring their love for him. and certainly, no dating. imagine the shock on y/n’s face when she received a message from her brother, anton, asking “since when did you and wonbin started dating?”

genre. social media au, college au, fake dating, fluff, crack

status. ongoing.

start: 25/06/2024 → end: ________

notes. this is my first smau, so be easy on me. this is gonna be my first work in this blog after 2 years before i decided to abandoned it to move. i just really love riize and my mind is itching to do something about it. ignore timestamps unless otherwise stated.

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profiles.

01. chlorine squad 02. pull it back that siren 03. girls only

chapters.

01. saturday gig 02. chanyoung's older sis 03. corner cafe 04. secretly a nerd?? 05. wonbin the black cat 06. lunch 07. hangouts 08. y/n's tiny little crush 09. rumours 10. twitter thread 11. anton's text 12. we are dating 13. how to boyfriend 101 14. so in love 15. im just a cat 16. swim meet literally 17. twitter thread pt 2 18. eunseok's pov 19. should we break up? 20. y/n and wonbin's break up mission 21. the joe alwyn to his taylor 22. the break up playlist 23. maybe we shouldn’t break up 24. getting too real tba...

meme and reaction pics archives. (will upload after i finish the series)

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[hyun0o]

Competition For You

[G!P Step-sis Yu Jimin & Kim Minjeong x Fem! Reader]

(OMEGA VERSE)

Summary: Your alpha step sisters that were crushing on you ever since the day you've met, are getting too hard from your pheromones in heat, so they decided they'd finally fuck you out of your senses to solve all of your problems ;)

WC: 3k words

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6:01 PM

"Want us to help?"

Never in the past 9 months would you ever expect your two older step-sisters; Jimin and Minjeong who are Alphas, to ever say those words when you're in heat, all helpless in bed with trembling legs under the duvet covers. Was your scent that strong to the point where they could smell it from outside your room? What if they got a rut because of you? The guilt ate you up like a virus, and the hot tingling feeling inside of every part of your body wasn't helping you one bit.

All of this started 9 months ago, your mother remarried to a new wealthy man, wanting a new life from the troubles in her past marriage, but with the new man; there was his two daughters. The taller one that seemed to be older than you, her black jet hair was down on her shoulders to her back, her cold eyes softening while looking at you with a subtle surprised expression. While the shorter one with shoulder length hair checked you out, eyes going up and down with an amused expression. You felt slightly embarrassed, they were rich and hot!? Fuck you felt like you didn't belong, especially since the two sisters were clearly full blooded alphas, you could smell their strong furious scent a mile away. They didn't want to come and have a stupid family meeting but their thoughts immediately changed as they saw you for the first time. The newly married couple smiled in excitement, wanting for their daughters to get along like they always hoped. Your step-father cleared his throat and introduced his daughters to you.

"Y/n, these are my daughters, Jimin and Minjeong. They're a little older than you but I'm sure you three will get along!" He said to you with a large smile, tone evidently happy and excited. You simply nodded while looking down, avoiding eye contact as you were still feeling anxious from the intense stares by your step sisters. The tall man noticed and coughed, changing his tone. "Girls, this is Y/n, I'm hoping for you oldest to treat her with hospitality and kindness." His face looking serious, like hinting that they shouldn't mess with his 'warning' like statement. They hummed in unison, their eyes not leaving you. Your mom just bowed at the two young girls and tapped the mans shoulders, signaling for him and her to leave and let you three get to know each other more freely. So with that, the two left the large living room, the thick tension deafening your ears.

"Well... hello then step sister. My name is Minjeong, as my father said but you can call me Winter!" She introduced herself with a big smile, her hands on your shoulders for support. Surprise, you nodded flustered from how close she was from you face. 'So if she's Minjeong, the taller girl behind her must be Jimin' you thought to yourself while looking at the feline girl, noticing her eyebrows slightly furrowing at her sister. She came closer to the both of you and placed her hand on Minjeongs shoulder while side eyeing her coldly.

"And that makes me Jimin, you can call me Karina" Her voice deep and shallow, comparing the two, you could already tell who was older from their opposite demeanors. But you kept your mouth shut, assuming something can be deadly. Minjeong scoffed at her and pulled you closer, intertwining her arms around your neck. "How cold rina! Didn't you hear what Dad said? He said treat her with hospitality and kindness!" You wanted to die right then and there, you were sure the blush on your face was visible, almost making you look like a tomato and Minjeongs scent was so strong it started to make your mind go blank. You looked at Jimin, her face filled with annoyance, she noticed your stare and looked back at you, her expression contorting and going soft.

With a sigh she apologized and held your hand, slightly pulling you away from Minjeong. "Sorry for my rudeness, this is just how I greet people. I hope you didn't take it the wrong way." This time, Minjeong was the one who's pissed, she rolled her eyes and gently pulled you back. "Hm, I didn't know you were capable of apologies, is our new little sister an exception or do you just not want to look bad?" She asked with a sly grin, intentions clear that she wants to make Jimin look like a horrible person. You heard a low growl from the taller girl, coming closer to Minjeong with a sharp glare.

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With that the competition of winning you over started the day they saw you. From the small things of quick physical touch, flirtatious remarks trying to seduce you, and strong stares when you're wearing something that's semi revealing or just hugging your curves. For them, your curves were perfect, how could they not stare? And of course, some days your two older step-sisters would race each other on asking you if they could sleep in your room, for some stupid reasons and which would lead to them glaring at each other and basically throwing insults until you tell them that they both can sleep with you for the night. The only rule was no snoring and funny business while you were asleep, you cherished your rest and you don't like getting waked up in the middle of the night. This was their chance to snuggle on to you and smell your precious scent, stating that they feel cold even though the duvet covers are warm and thick protecting them to any freezing temperatures.

You just let them do whatever they want with you, you can't just forget that they're still older than you and you still want to please them. As time went on Jimin decided to cut her hair to a short wolf cut, you thought that she was just feeling bored of her long hair but the truth is she over heard you in your room talking to your friends, stating that you find short hair on girls are attractive. She's that down bad for you. While Minjeong decided to grow her hair out, wanting for you to braid your hair into each others since you mother said that you loved doing that in the past. If simps were people, these two were its embodiment.

Now back to the present where you are currently going insane, not knowing what to do while your mind was spinning and going in and out of reality. Warm tears started to form in your eyes as you felt pressure, you loved them but you were just too scared! Whimpers were heard outside the room, making the two older girls worry, they agreed and decided to finally help you and maybe confess their love to you. As if it wasn't already obvious.

"Y/n... We're coming in, we don't want you to keep hurting." Jimin said as she unlocked the door, a gust of pheromones hitting them making their troubles in their boxers get worse. You lie on your bed trembling while clutching on to the fabrics if the sheets, trying to hold on to something.

"aw poor baby" Minjeong cooed, sitting on the edge of the bed pulling your body up gently wanting to kiss you, she held back, feeling scared that you'll reject it. Your tears rolled down your cheeks, feeling so vulnerable and guilty, you hated stealing their attention, you never felt worthy of their worry. Jimin went behind you and hugged you waist, going down on the crook of your neck and inhaled aggressively, hands trying not to give in to the temptation of touching and embracing your beautiful body.

"Baby... You shouldn't be so shy about these types of things. Please let us help you" She whispered all so softly to your sensitive ears, your pussy clenched in nothing as her deep voice made you even more needy. Whining as the tears kept rolling down your soft cheeks, Minjeong immediately kissed them dry as her knee got in between your shaking legs, making you feel some friction. You moaned out so lewdly, they both cursed under their breath with their cocks wanting to get inside of you and just fuck you until they're dry. "Unnie please... mhm" Without even realizing it, you started to spread your legs for Minjeong, feeling so hopelessly weak with your heart and body basically screaming for the touch of your older sisters. Minjeong and Jimins head perked up with excitement of you finally opening up, Jimins hands slowly roamed around your body while trying to rub her rock hard cock on your back hoping to get some tension. She cupped you beautiful breast with her other hand on your wet pussy, fingers gently circling on your clit. Fuck she couldn't wait anymore, she wanted to feel you and hear you scream her name.

Minjeong kissed your cheeks and slowly went down to your neck, feeling so happy that she can touch you like she have always wanted! "Oh god... I've wanted to kiss you and cherish you my princess, let us help you okay?" You moaned and shook your head in agreement, the two older girls started to undress you, night gown getting thrown out to the floor, you weren't wearing a bra and so they got to kiss your wonderful breasts with full passion like they've always wanted. They were basically eating every part of your body!! Being so excited and sometimes rough with you, they needed you so bad.

You completely gave into Jimins hold and pulled Minjeong closer to you, their warmth wrapping around your body. "Please touch me unnie, I need you both" A switch flicked in their head, with those simple words, they immediately went into breeding mode. Jimin nipped on your neck while roughly kneading your breasts with urgency, like this was the last time she'd be able to feel you. But you won't let that happen to your precious unnies. "Hm... You smell so good baby... You always do" Jimin complimented, moaning at her praise you called out to her, meeting her sharp gaze in a trance and kisses her passionately, placing your hand on the back of her neck. Minjeong however focused on your wet pussy, spreading your legs wider and going down on your throbbing cunt, she inhaled your addicting scent making you moan loud in Jimins mouth. "So fucking good fuck..." Minjeong growled, impatiently taking your panties off and ate your slippery cunt like there was no tomorrow. With your two unnies giving your sensitive body attention while the sun was setting, it was magical setting. Jimin kept praising you, whispering how good you were taking Minjeong, how cute you were when you were getting pleasured, and asking you questions that will lead to you answering in a soft whine, all while her finger tips wers drawing on your smooth stomach and other hand still on your soft breasts.

"My baby sister, do you like getting fucked like this? Do you want Rina-unnies cock?" She cooed, her mischievous smirk showed how much she enjoyed watching you getting fucked. Your mouth trembled, this was all so new to you, you'd just normally take pills to get through your heat but your mom forgot to buy you new ones for this month and so you only got informed during your heat. "Y-yes...yes I want u-unnies co- A-ah!" You tried to answer but failed due to Minjeongs wonderful tongue entering inside your tight hole, her eyes fixated on you. Your taste was making her go wild, you were far too much addicting! With the overwhelming pleasure coming to you, your legs tighten around Minjeongs head hoping to get some kind of support. But with the puppy like girls needs in tasting all of you and making you cum for her hard, she placed her hands on your inner thighs and pushed them on the bed leaving her more space for your sensitive pussy. She thrusted her tongue in and out of you while Jimin circled her fingers on your clit making you jolt.

"Unnie!- ah please... I'm close!" You screamed as your stomach started to bubble up in pleasure, you arched your back getting ready to cum, Jimin made you face her and roughly kiss you, moaning into her mouth while her tongue fought with yours. Minjeong was determined to make you cum, she went faster, and so did Jimin. Finally having the chance to release, you came hard with strings of moans and whines following, body shaking with your hips bucking onto winters mouth. Minjeong sat up kissed you deeply, passion in her tongue to make you taste yourself "Good job baby, mind to have one more, just for me?" Jimin kissed your ears and waited for your answer with loving eyes. You can't help but submit to them, your pussy was clenching on nothing and the need of getting filled up by your step-sisters just fueled the fire inside of you.

"Y-yes unnie" You whispered, their cocks were suffocating in their pants. Seeing and hearing you break from such orgasm left their member impatient. Switching their positions, Jimin positioned herself in between your legs and brought her huge cock out, smirking at the cute sight of you with tears and a hint of blush on your beautiful face. Minjeong made you go on all fours, facing her with her cock leaking with pre cum inches close to your face. You basically drooled at the wonderful sight, panting, you sticked your tongue out wanting to taste Minjeongs large dick. She chuckled with a pleased smile,

"Cutie baby, are you excited? You don't know how long we've waited for this moment!" Minjeong said, bawling your hair up and slowly inching you forward to her cock, you licked her cute tip, moaning at her taste. While Jimin placed her hand on your back as the other to your hip, getting ready to ram into you, "Hm... We ached for you Y/n, days on days fucking ourselves with the thought of you being all ours" Jimin entered your dripping wet cunt, slowly stretching you out. Her cock felt so good in you! You could basically feel her veins throbbing in your pussy. She thrusted slow but so hard, emphasizing on the skin on skin lewd sound with your gagged moan as Minjeong rammed her cock into the back of your throat. The two older sisters were too impatient to feel you!

With their incredible rhythm, the two of them fucked both of your holes while moaning and cursing, as their wish finally came true, Jimin went closer to your back and kissed the back of your neck, trailing up to your sensitive ear, "S-so fucking good baby... Fuck I want to impregnate you so bad..." The older girl growled while fastening her thrusting pace, your g-spot getting abused hard while Minjeong is basically using you as a flesh light not letting you breath properly. "Hm... Our baby sister is so cute taking the both of us so good, I think she deserves our w-wonderful seed in her holes right Jiminnie?" Minjeong stuttered with the feeling of your mouth was making her brain go insane, coming close to her release. Jimin chuckled as she gripped your hips harder, sitting up and fucking you with hard and fast thrusts making you choke with your saliva drooling on the sides of your mouth. "Fuck... Fuck.. fuck!!" Jimin grunted as she was also close, determined to fill you up with her warm and thick cum. While Minjeongs hips started to quicken her pace as she closed her eyes, throwing her head back while moaning your name over and over again.

Tears fell on your soft and puffy cheeks, you were so close, you wanted the feeling of your step sisters cum in you over and over again! But the feeling was all too much for the three of you, Jimin growled and finally came in your pussy as Minjeong fed her cum to you and pulled out, her semen going directly on your face and on to your breasts. The sight of you were too much! They couldn't get enough of you, immediately after that euphoric sex they wen on with different positions with you, making you wonder how much of a high sex drive and stamina they have!

As Minjeong marked your smooth neck, she growled as she was finally feeling your wonderful tight pussy. Jimin making out with you while you gave her a handjob, running out of breath you pulled away. She can't help but blush at your cute face, doe eyes glistening with tears with your rosey lips slightly apart, both of your tits making contact as Minjeong was fucking you from behind.

"U-unnie I'm close!" You screamed, the familiar feeling in your stomach forming, Minjeongs thrusts changed as her pace was felt with urgency to make you come. "Good girl, cum baby. Make us proud" The raven girl said as she kissed your nose, with one last thrust you and Minjeong shivered in pleasure, your juices squirted as she completely came inside you, while you felt warm cum running down on your hand, Jimin came as well, with soft moans and trembling hip making you stop from stroking her thick cock, Minjeong is still in you, being a plug for her and Jimins cum inside of your cunt. Somehow it made you feel a sense of comfort.

Jimin showered you with kisses, praising you while Minjeong licked your ear and whispered thank you's for making her cum so good. You felt warm with their embrace! Happy tears forming in your eyes, you tried to hide them by hiding in the crook of Jimins neck but the two of them immediately notices and asks what's the matter.

"Were we too rough baby?"

"Are your hurting? Tell us my love"

Their concern made you feel so loved, shaking your head, you both smiled at them and stopped hiding,

"I felt nothing but happiness and pleasure, thank you for helping me unnies, I love you so much" You confessed with the tears flowing down, their eyes widened as they smiled so wide, they've been waiting for those words for months!!

"We love you too Y/n" They both said in unison kissing your cheeks and marking your nape. With your two older step sisters comfort you felt happy and safe, hoping for the three of you to make more memories together <3

...

"Mhm... Baby can you take us both inside of you?"

Maybe a little too soon for new memories (–=–'')

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This took me too long!! Sorry for no updates guys it's been a hell of a month lol, but now I can finish up requests! I'm also planning to publish another poly smut, I hope you guys can wait!!

- (^=^)

[fellominaarcher]

UNTIL YOU LOVE ME — KARINA

01. FAULT LINES

SYNOPSIS

» » After a humiliating wardrobe malfunction goes viral, movie star Karina becomes the target of ruthless media and online hate. But behind the scenes, an obsessed fan decides to protect her—by any means necessary. As stylists vanish, stalkers go missing, and hate commenters face harsh lawsuits, Karina begins to suspect that someone is watching over her. Someone dangerous.

» » movie star!Karina x stalker!protector!femreader + g!p fem!reader

» » warning: public humiliations, hate comments, parasocial relationship & mental instability

The first mistake: Karina’s bra strap snapped while she was on stage, mid-speech, accepting her award with a luminous smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. The cameras caught her grace, her poise but not the tremble in her fingers as she clutched the mic, the rigid tension in her shoulders. She didn’t falter. Not once. Even in discomfort, even while something betrayed her beneath that custom couture gown.

The moment she stepped off stage, Karina rushed backstage, the smile dissolving from her face like mist under harsh lights.

That mistake didn’t go unnoticed. Her fanbase erupted online within minutes, outraged whispers turning into hashtags. The stylist was blamed—rightfully so, they said. How could they let a star of her caliber walk out like that? Where was the professionalism? Where was the care?

The second mistake: her left heel snapped just before she descended the stage stairs. She stumbled. A hand shot out to steady her, but the damage had been done. She could have fallen. She could have been injured.

Did her stylist check the shoes thoroughly? Probably not. Probably too lazy. Or too confident that nothing would go wrong.

They were wrong.

The third mistake—the fatal one: tearing along the seam of her dress. Jagged, ugly lines where the delicate fabric gave way. Skin flashed under flashing lights. Cameras did what they always do—clicked mercilessly, greedily. There was no delay. No grace. Within the hour, pictures and videos saturated social media feeds and news sites, dissected by thousands of anonymous fingers.

Zoomed-in. Cropped. Shared. Mocked.

Karina—Yoo Jimin—darling of the red carpet, favorite of directors and fans alike, was now a spectacle.

Poor, poor everyone's favorite rising star. They offered her no mercy.

The netizens, once devoted, turned their backs with the speed of a guillotine. They fed off humiliation like parasites, leaving Karina no time to respond, no time to breathe. Her Instagram went silent. Her agency gave no statement.

Karina disappeared.

The agency, SM Entertainment, was livid. Jimin herself was tired, humiliated, and raw—had reached her limit. The stylist who had failed her would be made an example of. Fired. Sued. Their name scrubbed clean from future projects. There would be stricter protocols. Quality checks. New contracts.

Too late. The damage was done.

Online Forum Comments

“LMAO her whole tit almost popped out. SM really fumbled.” “This is what happens when you give actresses idol treatment. Can’t even wear a dress right.” “What’s next? Her wig falling off on live TV?” “Her team is obviously sabotaging her on purpose. No way this many wardrobe 'malfunctions' happen by accident. What did she do to make them hate her so much? 👀☕”

She could feel the dissatisfaction and anger rising like bile in her throat. These faceless cowards hiding behind usernames, tearing apart someone they'd never even met. Someone who didn't deserve a fraction of this venom.

For a moment, Y/N allowed herself to think about Karina's feelings. How much had this affected her? How was she coping right now, alone in whatever penthouse or safe house her agency had stashed her in? Had she cried herself to sleep? Was she angry, or had the hurt consumed everything else?

Y/N hoped she cried.

Y/N's phone screen reflected her face in its black surface as she finally set it down. In that distorted reflection, something cold and determined crystallized behind her eyes.

She had money. She had intelligence. She had resources that most people could only dream of.

And she had a very clear idea of who was responsible for Karina's suffering.

The stylist had been identified, of course. Kang Minseo. Social media had done Y/N's preliminary work for her, complete with photos, workplace information, and personal details that people had no business knowing. A careless woman, posting selfies at a café just days after Karina’s humiliation. Did she feel no shame?

But Y/N wasn't like those other obsessed fans. She wasn't going to send death threats or spam the woman's Instagram.

No, Y/N believed in a more... permanent solution to problems.

She opened her laptop and began to type, her fingers moving with the precision of someone who had done this kind of research before. Background checks, financial records, daily routines, family members, weaknesses.

Everyone had something to lose. Everyone had pressure points.

And Y/N? Y/N was very, very good at finding them.

The cursor blinked steadily on her screen as she worked, the only sound in her apartment the soft clicking of keys and the distant hum of the city below. Somewhere out there, Karina was hurting. Hiding. Probably questioning everything about her career, her choices, her worth.

That was unacceptable.

Y/N had been watching Karina for years—not in the creepy, invasive way that made her skin crawl when she thought about those disgusting sasaengs. She maintained her distance, respected boundaries, never tried to break into hotels or follow her home or hide under her bed. She wasn't that kind of fan.

Almost like a normal fan.

But protection? Ensuring that the people who hurt Karina faced consequences?

That was different. That was justice.

And Y/N had always been very good at delivering justice.

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One Week Later

Nearly eight days had passed since the humiliating incident that sent Jimin into hiding. Eight days of silence after her manager's explosive confrontation with the stylist—Minseo. Eight days of SM Entertainment scrambling for damage control while sensible fans fought back against the tide of ridiculous hatred flooding social media.

No woman should become a feast for people's cruelty and growing apathy.

After extensive discussions with her agency, today was supposed to be the reckoning. They had summoned Minseo for contract settlement, questioning, and finally, the lawsuit that would serve as both justice and warning. Minseo would be held accountable for damages, for the harm she'd inflicted on their rising star, for the defamation that had nearly destroyed Jimin's carefully built reputation.

Arriving at SM's conference room, several staff members were already seated around the polished table, and a lawyer sat prepared with documents spread before him. The tension was suffocating. Jimin felt a weight pressing against her chest, making each breath deliberate.

Life had been unbearably difficult since the incident. Wearing only lipstick, sunscreen, and moisturizer—the bare minimum she could manage—Jimin wished for this nightmare to end quickly so she could return to the public eye without guilt and shame crushing her shoulders.

Then came the waiting. And waiting.

What should have been a fifteen-minute delay stretched into forty minutes. Even the representatives from Minseo's styling company looked increasingly bewildered by their employee's absence.

"I'm sorry, I'll try calling her again," a woman in her thirties pressed her phone to her ear, her body bowed in embarrassment as she spoke to someone who clearly wasn't picking up.

Jimin sighed, eyes sliding shut as she leaned back against the headrest. Her chair spun slightly from the movement. "I'm usually patient, but for this situation, I'm making an exception." Her voice carried an edge that made the room feel even more tense.

Two sharp knocks echoed against the glass door. A staff member verbally granted entrance, and in walked another employee holding a pristine white envelope.

"This just arrived. A delivery person said it was urgent correspondence for Karina," he announced, extending the envelope toward Jimin's manager.

The manager reached for it, beginning to unfold the letter, but Jimin was quicker. She snatched it from his hands, her eyes immediately scanning the Korean characters written in surprisingly messy handwriting. There were several words crossed out and rewritten, spelling mistakes covered with hasty corrections. It took her a moment to decipher the chaotic penmanship.

"Too Miss Karina,

Or formally, Yoo Jimin, I apologize deeply for the damage I have caused and for defaming you, for embarrassing you through my carelessness regarding your well-being. I should have been more thorough, more careful with your wardrobe. Clearly, I failed to show the proper care and attention you deserved. I apologize again, sincerely.

Please give me some time to arrange my affairs, and then I will come to apologize in person and discuss my settlement appropriately.

From, Minseo"

A new kind of tension descended upon the room like a heavy curtain. Stressed sighs filled the air as everyone processed this unexpected development. Questions about Minseo's sudden disappearance began circulating in hushed tones.

Of course she would run from her mistakes, they reasoned. It was only natural for someone to flee when faced with consequences.

They remained completely oblivious to the divine intervention that had orchestrated this outcome. Minseo was alive, nothing too dangerous had happened to her.

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Two Days Earlier

Kang Minseo had been buzzing with excitement as she prepared for her date. After hours of chatting and exchanging jokes on the dating app, she'd finally matched with someone who seemed perfect—tall, funny, attractive, with an easy charm that made her heart flutter. Their conversation had flowed effortlessly, leading to plans for cake and coffee at a cozy café near her apartment.

She'd spent extra time on her appearance that evening, sitting by the large window of the café while touching up her hair and makeup. Her outfit was carefully chosen and well-fitted—ironically, much more attention than she'd ever paid to the garments she'd provided for Yoo Jimin.

"You're Kang Minseo?"

The voice made her look up expectantly. A tall, strikingly attractive woman stood beside her table, radiating the kind of confidence that made Minseo's pulse quicken.

"I'm Cho Haejin. From Tinder—remember my face?" Y/N asked with a warm, teasing smile that perfectly matched the persona she'd crafted.

Creating the fake identity had required meticulous planning. Setting up the Tinder profile, curating photos, developing a believable backstory, then carefully orchestrating their match—it had taken weeks of patient manipulation. But for Jimin, Y/N could go to any lengths.

"Oh! Yes, Cho Haejin! Please, have a seat," Minseo gestured enthusiastically, her head dipping in a small bow of respect—a traditional courtesy that felt almost mockingly polite given what Y/N had planned.

Everything about "Haejin" exceeded Minseo's expectations. Tall, witty, beautiful smile, impeccable fashion sense—Minseo found herself completely captivated. They talked for hours over red velvet cake and iced drinks, but Minseo's desire was building with each laugh they shared.

She wasn't this enthusiastic about Karina's well-being, Y/N noted with cold amusement.

After more flirtatious conversation, Minseo leaned forward with barely contained want. "Do you want to come to my place?"

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The apartment door closed behind them with a soft click. Within moments, they were pressed against each other, Minseo's arms looping around Y/N's neck as their lips met. The stylist tilted her head, deepening the kiss with desperate hunger, while Y/N's strong arms held her close. They stumbled toward the bedroom between breathless laughs, Minseo leading the way with growing urgency.

Heat consumed Minseo's thoughts. She needed skin against skin, needed to strip away the barriers between them. Her fingers fumbled with Y/N's shirt, tugging impatiently at the fabric until a firm hand covered hers, stopping her movements. Their kiss broke.

Minseo looked up into Y/N's eyes, both their lips slightly swollen and parted. "I need you, Haejin," she whispered, breathing heavily, heart racing. "Come on, make me feel good."

Y/N hummed softly, shaking her head while studying Minseo's eager hands. "I could make you feel good in ways you've never experienced, Minseo," she said quietly, reaching into her pocket. Her eyes met Minseo's again. "Like this."

Y/N's hand wrapped around Minseo's throat.

The world shifted violently. Y/N pushed Minseo against the wall, her grip tightening—not enough to kill, but enough to control. A cloth appeared in her other hand, already covering her fingers. She couldn't risk leaving fingerprints when Minseo inevitably went to the police.

"If you make a sound, you won't survive this," Y/N's voice transformed completely, all warmth draining into something venomous and dead. "I need you alive for when Karina and her agency drag you to court. You're going to watch your own fate unfold."

Minseo bit her inner cheek to stifle a sob, panic flooding her system. "Did... did Karina send you?" she managed to whisper, unable to meet Y/N's eyes.

"No."

"Then who are you?"

"Someone who understands that careless, ignorant actions have consequences." Y/N's tone was almost robotic now, completely devoid of emotion.

Tears streamed down Minseo's face as she pressed her eyes shut, trying to block out the terror. Her body shook with the effort of not screaming. "What are you going to do to me?" Her voice cracked. She was too weak to break free from Y/N's hold—the woman was surprisingly strong.

Y/N stepped back slowly, releasing her grip. A flicker of something that might have been sympathy crossed her features. "You're going to write something for me. Maybe learn a lesson and take some time to reflect on your mistakes. Hmm?" She pocketed the cloth and pulled out latex gloves, snapping them on with practiced efficiency.

"Please don't hurt me..." Minseo was seconds away from collapsing, trembling with bone-deep fear.

Suddenly, Y/N's expression shifted completely. The warm, charming smile returned—the same one that had captivated Minseo at the café. "No, I'm not going to hurt you, Minseo! Relax, I can promise this will still be a memorable date!"

The whiplash between personas was more terrifying than any threat.

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Minseo sat on her living room floor, pen trembling in her hand as she carefully wrote each word of the apology letter. Y/N sat across from her in a dining chair, casually holding a pair of fabric scissors—the same ones Minseo used for Karina's costumes.

The irony wasn't lost on either of them.

Y/N supervised every word, ensuring the apology sounded sincere, authentic. The shaking in Minseo's hand created the perfect touch of desperation, the crossed-out words and messy penmanship adding believability.

"Good," Y/N said when Minseo finally set down the pen. "I'm proud of you."

The praise, delivered in that same warm tone she'd used during their "date," made Minseo's skin crawl.

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Night After Failure

The failed meeting had left everyone at SM Entertainment in a state of tense uncertainty. With Minseo's mysterious absence and cryptic apology letter, they could only assume the stylist was on the run, too cowardly to face the consequences of her negligence. If she didn't surface soon, they'd have no choice but to involve the police in finding her.

Jimin sat curled on her couch, legs tucked beneath her, drowning in an oversized hoodie and sweatpants. The television played some mindless reality show that she wasn't really watching—just noise to fill the oppressive silence of her apartment.

"So your stylist ran away, the public is split between ridiculing and defending you..." Aeri's voice drifted from the other end of the couch where she'd sunk deep into the cushions. She was staying the night, having flown into Seoul for the week. "I hope things get better for you soon."

Jimin released a heavy, exhausted sigh, pressing her fingers to her temples. "This is literally the worst month of my life. I've had bad days before, but this is definitely in the top three," she said, her voice hollow with fatigue.

Who wouldn't be exhausted? When your stylist's ignorance and recklessness had humiliated you in front of the entire world, when every mistake felt like another nail in the coffin of your carefully built career.

"I didn't know you ranked your worst life moments," Aeri commented absently, her eyes glued to her phone screen as she scrolled through feeds that undoubtedly contained coverage of Jimin's latest scandal.

A bitter laugh escaped Jimin's lips as she let her head fall back against the couch. "With that whole messy letter showing up too... I guess I'll take it as a sign that she'll eventually come back." Her gaze drifted to the ceiling, blinking slowly as exhaustion weighed down her eyelids.

"Hopefully," Aeri murmured.

Jimin closed her eyes and exhaled deeply, her mind churning through possible solutions. How could she navigate this disaster? How could she return to the public eye without this scandal following her forever? The uncertainty gnawed at her, making sleep feel impossible despite her bone-deep weariness.

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[vorfreudevortex]

Fake It 'Til We Make It

-`♡´- 01. Awkward...

-`♡´- a chaptered smau series featuring: editorial assistant!ino x copy editor!fem!reader

warnings // cursing, mentions of an ex being rough with you, use of y/n (i'm so sorry, i hate it too)

author's notes // i have notes and fun facts after the texts :P

series masterlist // my masterlist // 02

series masterlist // my masterlist // 02

notes & fun facts! //

reader used to be a copy writer for jj&k's women's fashion and lifestyle magazine, "kirei", but recently accepted a promotion to be a copy editor and now works on a broad range of writing, including "binan" which is a men's lifestyle magazine that nanami is in charge of.

nanami is one of the senior editors with his own team, along with gojo.

nanami's team: ino (editorial assistant), reader (copy editor), and yuji (intern)

gojo's team is just him and megum (editorial assistant)

shoko (publisher and ceo of jj&k) and nobara (assistant) are a force to be reckoned with.

ino orders coffee like a 6 year old. can't stand plain black coffee.

gojo has almost been fired like 23 times but is so good at his job that shoko just can't seem to pull the trigger (and gojo knows this).

it's a big office, but these 3 teams are the best and are therefore a lot closer and more casual with each other to help deal with the stressful and fast-paced industry.

shoko and nanami ripped gojo a new one after the meeting for embarrassing the reader in the groupchat :P

ino was sweating BULLETS when he texted you... seems like you were too busy to notice.

taglist // @jayathelostdragon @vesserz @loveyislost

banner from pinterest (help me credit the artist!) // divider by @/kodaswrld <3

© vorfreudevortex // all rights reserved. do not copy, translate, or repost my work.

[hearts4chriss]

𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐬𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝.

𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐄'𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑

Brothers bestfriend! Chris + needy! Nate’s lil sis

prompt: Nate ( ur older brother ) wants to go out for a bit with some of his other friends and he doesn’t trust you enough to stay home by urself without mom and dad since they won’t be there either. So he asks one of his best friend Chris to stay over and watch you, Matt and nick know ur crush on Chris so they pretend they can’t come.

Part 01

contains: masturbation ( no actual sex ), use of y/n ( sorry I have to ) dirty fantasies ( pet names, rough! Chris, dirty talk, degrading, forced head etc just beyond FILTHLY imagination ), use of vibrator on reader, caught by Chris, FORESHADOWING, fantasy will be like this

Nate are you serious I’m not 12! I whine when said he was gonna find a baby sitter for me knowing how much it pisses me off

I’m Nate doe’s little sister I’m 18, we’ve Been close to his bestfriends the sturniolo triplets. So obviously him being my brother naturally I got to know them.

Nick

I clicked with him superrr fast, I love his energy and when I found out he was gay that just made it all the better because I’ve always wanted a gay bestfriend, and we always have sleepovers :)

Matt

Matt’s absolutely adorable I love him he always helps me calm down whenever I’m about to or am having a panic attack, I remember one time during a test I forgot everything and almost had one and he slid me the answers. Love that kid

now there’s a reason I saved Chris for last,

Chris

chris and I know each other just as well if not even more then I do his other two brothers, we haven’t done anything unfortunately. I’ve had a crush on him since middle school.

First I just wanted to kiss him and hold his hand.

Then go to his house and do some more.

Then now, as an 18 year old I wanted him to fuck my Brains out.

I’m around him all the time since we all live in LA and always hanging out, I always see him shirtless and fucking hell it turns me on, I always get lucky since nick and matt found of my attraction to his brother they always snap me or text me pictures of him.

What sucks is I cant have him. It would take my life 1000 times over for me to be able to fuck chris sturniolo, and it sucks because my brother nate does not play that shit.

He strictly said "your not allowed to date any of them" obviously referring to matt and Chris.

Which also doesn't help because my wants and desires a hormonal teenage-adult girl only grow more whenever he comes around, chris is always there.

Now today, nate had to run some errands and nick matt and chris used to watch me when I was younger if my parents couldn't

Buttt, nick and matt "could not come due to personal issues" so. Your guess is right, im gonna be alone with chris for hours.

That thought alone made me soak in my p-

“Y/n! are you listening to me kid?” My older brother chuckles leaning against my doorway of my room as im on my bed watching "The Vampire Diaries".

“Huh? oh yeah im listening matt and nick cant come so chris is because im fucking 11.” I roll my eyes hiding my excitement from him watching me.

“Don't think of any weird shit alright? He's just watching you so don't-“

“Ugh is he here yet? You're annoying me already.” I groan shifting in my sheets and taking a sip from my celsius hearin our door open, they have a key.

“Welp thats chris.” Nate says tilting his head for me to get up.

I get up from the sheets wearing some pink sleep shorts and a white t-shirt and he raises an eyebrow.

“Your wearing THAT? around chris?” Nate chuckles and I flip him off.

“Hey! I heard that!.” Chris yells coming up the stairs sounding offended.

He's now at the top of the steps. oh my fuck he looks so good.

Its around 6ish in LA right now and hes wearing a black tank top and grey fresh love sweats, slight stubble and his hair was a bit messy which I always liked and my eyes immediately drifted to his natural bulge in his pants as him and Nate were talking.

“Just make sure she doesn’t get into any trouble.” Nate puts his arm around me giving me a hug and Chris chuckles.

“Don’t worry bro she’s safe with me.” He says before dapping him up as Nate leaves the house. yeah safer if you were balls deep inside

Oh god Chris sh-shit so-d-deep inside me

Yeah? You feel me deep inside you baby?

bro she’s like zoning out today. Nate chuckled and I snap out of it

Whatever no I wasn’t! Just go!

Soon after it was just me and Chris so we made our way down to the living room

“Where are ur other two clones?” I chuckle getting situated on the couch before turning on a movie saltburn

“they have “personal issues”.” He said rolling his eyes causing a small laugh to fall from my lips.

“So it’s just you and me little one.” A smirk curving on his lips, just enough for my panties to be soaked.

Shut up Chris I’m 18.I mutter trying to watch the movie in peace and he chuckles

the movie went on and it was now, the bathtub scene where jacob elordi ( Felix ) is jerking off.

I peer over to Chris whose eyes are clearly fixated on the screen as my squeeze my thighs together under the blanket feeling all my hormonal thoughts leaking through my panties.

This had nothing to do with the movie, it’s the thought for Chris doing that to himself that had turned me on most. The tension so thick a knife couldn’t even cut through.

“Uhm I-i gotta go to the bathroom”. I nearly choke and I fix my shorts placing the blanket down where I was sitting.

“Don’t take to long I’ll miss you.” He chuckles and that didn’t help.

I go to my room and close the door squeezing my eyes shut.

I had maybe 5 minutes to relieve myself.

I quickly reach into my drawer grabbing my vibrating dildo and the remote for it.

I pull down my shorts and panties and spread my legs letting the tip of the toy get coated in my wetness and I bite my lip slightly feeling the thickness of it.

I turned it on letting out a soft moan slowly inserting it, wishing this was Chris’s dick instead.

I began thrusting the toy in and out of my pussy letting the squelching sounds of arousal grow letting it drip down curling my toes throwing my head on the pillows allowing my mind to drift

I was in Chris’s/my room my head smushed in the pillows as his cock rammed inside me whilst I was on my stomach. His hips slamming against my ass and his hand wrapped around my lower stomach as I cried out his name

Fuck fuckk so d-deep- I whimper into the pillows as he was bringing me to my 4th orgasm, we had switched numerous positions and my legs were quivering in front of him as he laid a hard snack to my ass chucking behind me.

such a fucking slut letting me fuck you like this, imagine if ur brother found out his little sister was getting her pussy pounded by his bestfriend. He laid another harsh smack to my ass and I jolted forward.

stretched this pussy out so good- he groans rubbing my clit to chase both our orgasms.

ngh- o-oh shit- fuck- I gripped the sheets tightly curses of Chris’s name flew out my mouth feeling my eyes water from the angle of his hips thrusting allowing his thick cock to hit every single spot inside me

come on sweetheart cum for me, you have another one in you yeah? He grunted lowly in my ear kissing me sloppily as a string of Saliva parts from our lips each time we kiss moaning into each others mouths.

“Oh fuck Chris I-“ I curl my toes and yell loudly as I’m about to release on the toy before I look up and see Chris. Was. Watching me.

“Were you playing with yourself?” Chris leans on the doorway of my room his eyes darting to between ny legs as I was thrusting the toy in and out of me and I quickly covered up my cheeks flush with embarrassment.

“Uhm…maybe. Sorry I-I’ll be down in a second-“

Maybe I can help. Chris says closing the door to my room approaching my bed

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[chrissv4mp]

BILLIE EILISH

author's favorite's are marked with 𝜗𝜚

SERIES ::

ONE HELL OF A SUMMER

── warnings. smut, minor injuries, arguments, smoking & drinking.

ONE SHOTS ::

01. BRING THAT OVER HERE : n/a words

── warnings. smut, dom!billie, sub!reader, fingering, praise, begging, pet names(mamas, baby, good girl, pretty girl, etc.), oral, restraints, blindfolds, etc.

02. CANINES : n/a words

── warnings. vulgar language, oc's, short mentions of blood, smut, billie's super needy&whiny!!, bathroom sex, oral, fingering, strap-on usage, multiple orgasms/overstimulation, degradation, praise, hair pulling, choking if u squint..., she's down bad.., power bottom!billie & dom!billie!!

03. HIT ME HARD (AND SOFT) : n/a words

── warnings. smuttttt literally pure filth, restraints, mentions of edging, strap-on usage, degradation, praise, hair pulling, begging, dom!billie, sub!reader, fingering, mommy kink, dacryphilia, overstimulation if u squint, very fluffy aftercare.

04. DON'T FUCK AROUND : 3.6k

── warnings. smut, edging, degradation, humiliation kinda, fingering, strap-on usage, hair pulling, begging, a LOT of begging, dom!billie, she makes fun of youuuu, mean!billie, sub!reader, billie takes a picture (dunno if thats a warning?) etc.

05. LACY BLACK PAIR WITH THE LITTLE BOWS : 4.3k 𝜗𝜚

── warnings. smut, language, spit, oral, fingering, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, crying, mommy kink, degradation, dirty talk, masturbation, strap-on sex, etc.

06. I FEEL MORE AND MORE LIKE I WAS MADE FOR YOU : 1.3k

── warnings. some language, mentions of a long-distance relationship(?), fluff, a little suggestiveness but no smut.

07. SHE CAN'T COMPARE : 6.2k

── warnings. smut, sorta angst(?), strap-on sex, choking, orgasm denial, degradation, squirting, dom/sub dynamics, meandom!billie, brattysub!reader.

08. WHY CAN'T I FIND NO ONE LIKE YOU? : 4.5k 𝜗𝜚

── warnings. smut, cheating, fuckgirl!billie, innocent!reader, cunnilingus, bathroom sex, boyfriend!oc, fingering, hickeys, praise, language, slight manipulative!billie, and drinking.

09. EYES FOR YOU : 2.5k 𝜗𝜚

── warnings. tiny outburst, small argument, jealous!reader, and billie acting like a huge cornball.

10. SOUNDS BETTER : n/a words

── warnings. smut, breeding kink, cum-filled strap, strap in v, subtop!billie × dombottom!reader, nipple play, pet names, use of y/n a few times, fluff.

11. YOU'LL ALWAYS BE A DUMB BLONDE : 3.4k 𝜗𝜚

── warnings. angst, mentions of self-harm, mentions of suicidal ideation, mental health struggles, hate comments, toxic fame, and language.

12. BEFORE YOUR KISSES TURN INTO BRUISES, I'M A WARNING : 5.7k

── warnings. smut, scissoring, fingering, nipple play, fluff, angst, and language.

13. ONE MORE DANCE? n/a words

── warnings. angst & fluff.

14. ONE DOOR DOWN 3.7k 𝜗𝜚

── warnings. smut, use of y/l/n, masturbation, p in v, unprotected sex, subtop!billie, dirty talk, mild praise kink, language.

15. IN THEIR SECOND-HAND SMOKE 2.7k

── warnings. angst, smoking and drinking (mentioned not glamorized), secondhand smoke exposure, language.

16. MISS ME? 6.7k

── warnings. smut, angst, fluff, fingering, g!p (girl penis), p in v, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, car sex, switch!billie × switch!reader, added characters, porn with some sort of plot, language.

MISC. ::

⟶ BILLIE'S SOCIAL MEDIA POSTS . . .

01. christmas instagram post!

02. new years instagram post!

⟶ BILLIE'S HEADCANONS & AU'S . . .

01. producer!reader

02. prince!billie × barista!reader

⟶ BILLIE'S BLURBS . . .

01. in the mirror.

02. think about it.

03. stay quiet.

04. stay quiet v2. 𝜗𝜚

05. oh yeah?

06. november.

07. front row seat. 𝜗𝜚

08. wanna do bad things to you.

09. mess for me.

10. mad at me. 𝜗𝜚

11. from the back.

12. my mama house.

13. vocals.

14. know me. 𝜗𝜚

15. "just friends."

16. in the dark.

17. first time. 𝜗𝜚

18. stupid crush. 𝜗𝜚

19. last time.

20. her day.

21. need you. 𝜗𝜚

22. die alone.

23. games. 𝜗𝜚

24. pass the salt.

25. dress. 𝜗𝜚

26. study sesh.

27. shoot your shot. 𝜗𝜚

28. here with me.

29. loser! 𝜗𝜚

30. tough girl

31. invisible string theory 𝜗𝜚

32. tattoos

⟶ BILLIE'S EXTRAS . . .

01. nsfw alphabet.

02. camera roll while dating billie

── camera roll while dating billie pt2

── camera roll while dating billie pt3

03. videos girlfriend!billie would send you 𝜗𝜚

── videos girlfriend!billie would send you pt2

[misahyochaeng]

Enemies at the Altar (Ennemies à l'Autel)

Jihyo x Fem!Reader.

pairing - park jihyo x fem!reader

— Y/N Beaumont, a renowned model, and Park Jihyo, a driven CEO, have always been on opposite sides of the business world. When their families arrange a marriage to secure their companies’ futures, neither of them is happy about it. Forced to navigate a life together, they struggle with their differences—clashing over everything from decisions to personal boundaries. Yet, in the midst of their tension, something unexpected begins to shift, and they start to question everything they thought they knew about each other.

genre — gxg, angst, non-idol x non-idol, ceo au, 18+, arranged marriage, fluff, smut, enemies to lovers.

status — in progress !!! :P

꒰⁐⁐⁐⁐⁐⁐⁐⁐⁐⁐⁐⁐⁐⁐⁐⁐꒱

01. “C’est la vie’”

02. “L'Amour de Jeunesse”

03. “Mon Amour.”

04. “Un Abri dans l'Orage”

05. ”You’re too sweet for me.”

06. “À Contretemps”

07. “Blurred Lines”

08. “Coming Down”

09. “Back to Black.” (FINALE INTRO)

10. “And As Stated…C’est La Vie.”

11.(POSSIBLE CONTINUATION)

12.(CONTINUATION II)

[its-luna-noel]

in my restless dreams, i see you | various!jjk x reader

01. you look lonely, i can fix that

Vampire lord Ryomen Sukuna gives you the gift of eternal life. It’s not all it’s cracked up to be. vampire lord!sukuna x reader vampire!geto x reader vampire hunter!gojo x reader

warnings: 18+, MDNI, f!reader, vampire!au, smut, drinking, partying, non-con elements, blood drinking, vampire turning, violence & blood, definite dark themes so DD:DNE

word count: 2.0k

chapter: 1/? next chapter

masterlist | link to ao3

notes: hi welcome to the first chapter of restless dreams! this fic is inspired by the album by the same name by Savage Ga$p & KAMAARA. hope you enjoy xx

also quick note on reader: pov is fem!reader, no use of y/n. can be read with any physical characteristics, when i mention pallor that just means a lack of typical color, not necessarily white (only mentioning cause i reject stephanie meyer’s idea that vamps can’t be black/brown). okay thx bye

It’s your twentieth birthday when you’re turned.

Heavy bass thumps loudly through the club as you walk inside, hips swaying just enough to make your pretty little sundress flutter around your thighs. Your heels are just impressive enough to turn eyes towards you as you walk to the bar, heads turning and eyes roaming as you walk past. You flash a charming smile at the bartender and order your favorite drink.

Nobara sighs as she comes up beside you, leaning against the bar. “People are staring,” she tells you.

You offer that same smile, now with a mischievous twist. “That’s the point. I bet I won't have to pay for a single drink tonight.”

She sighs again when the bartender hands you your drink and slides her card across the bar top. “Starting now, I guess. Happy birthday.”

You just grin and take a long drink, tipping your head back and exposing the column of your throat. “Thanks, Nobes.”

A gentle hand comes to your back, and you look over as Maki comes around your shoulder to stand next to Nobara. She’s wearing a small smirk as she examines your face; it’s clear you’ve been pregaming for hours, if not all afternoon. “You ready to get dancing?”

You nod, taking another drink before taking the girls by the hand and leading them to the dance floor.

It’s a busy night; the floor is crowded with groups of friends just like yours dancing together. Flashing lights nearly blind you, but you don’t even care because you’re intoxicated by the smokey air and by the alcohol moving sluggishly through your veins. As soon as you find an open space, you drop your friends’ hands and lift your own into the air, reaching towards the stars as you start moving your hips to the sultry music.

You let the bass guide your movements, let the beat of the music move through your body as you tip your head back to take another sip from your drink. Condensation starts to drip from the side of the glass, and sweat beads on the side of your face, but you’re smiling with your eyes closed because it’s all so euphoric, and as you sing loudly to your favorite songs, you’re sure you’ll live forever.

Because what are your early twenties but immortality?

Nobara and Maki sing along too, and you’re all dancing together, throwing it back against each other’s hips in the sluttiest moves you’ve ever made, and you’re all laughing because you all love each other so deeply.

But that love isn’t what you’re looking for tonight.

And so when Nobara turns to Maki and takes her hips in her hands, grinding playfully against her ass with another boisterous laugh, you grin and shout over the music. “Want something to drink?”

They both nod, grinning back, and you totter off towards the bar, empty glasses propped up in your hands.

You order three more.

While you wait, watching the girls dance together, you feel the shadow of an indomitable presence behind you, and you’re already shivering before you even hear the voice in your ear, before you feel the soft brush of breath against your hair.

“You look lonely.”

You slowly turn, and your eyes widen a little.

Your eyes land first on black markings, thick lines of tattoos on skin that you’re sure might be rude to stare at, but you can’t help it. It’s the first thing you see, and then your drunken mind finally flickers and focuses on scarlet eyes gazing down at you, a dangerous smirk curling lips that are just as dangerous.

You feel like you’re seeing a walking nightmare, an incarnated desire, a realized fantasy. Standing next to you, coming to lean against the bar beside you, which causes him to stoop slightly from his incredible height.

“I can fix that,” he continues, and his smirk seems to only grow. “Can I buy you a drink?”

You blink, coming back to yourself, and shake your head a little. “I just ordered one,” you tell him.

He hums, and the sound rumbles deep in his broad chest. “That’s a shame,” he says, tilting his head as his eyes roam over you, from your face, down the curve of your throat, over your chest, down your belly to your hips, to your legs and feet adorned in heels…

You fight to swallow under the weight of his gaze.

His eyes finally flicker back to yours, and he smirks again. “Pretty girl like you shouldn’t be buying your own drinks,” he continues, and it feels like he’s chastising you, like he’s disappointed in you. You flush a little at his tone; you’ve never been spoken to like that, like you’re a misbehaving little puppy, and it sends heat through your body.

You stammer a response. “I-it’s going on my friend’s tab.”

He chuckles, a low sultry noise. “Ah, I see. And what’s the occasion?”

Under his scrutinizing gaze, you can’t help but answer. “It’s my birthday.”

His eyes light up a little, and his smirk widens into a full-blown grin. “Your birthday, huh? Well, then, I have to buy you a drink now. Can’t let the birthday girl go without a little gift, eh? How’s that sound, pretty girl; let me buy you your next drink?”

You couldn’t argue if you wanted to; you’re pliant under his dangerous gaze. You just nod obediently, watching his smile grow. “That’s a good girl,” he tells you.

You flush deeply at his words.

The bartender slides three drinks your way, and you wrap your hands around your glass, tipping it back and finishing it quickly. Then you grab the other two and nod your head towards your friends. “Let me give them these,” you say, hoping he won’t be gone when you come back.

He seems to see the question in your eyes; he smirks again. “I’ll be here,” he says.

So you hurry away, and try not to slosh the drinks all over you as you walk towards Nobara and Maki, still on the dance floor.

The girls are watching you closely, curiously, cautiously. You hand them your drinks, giving them a very particular look that they could recognize as excitement, and you mouth oh my god, he’s so hot, and neither of them can argue, because goddamn you caught a good one.

So they just offer smiles and mouth back go get him.

And so, once they take their drinks from your hands, you flutter back towards the bar, returning to the stranger’s side.

He offers a slow, lazy smile, gesturing to the bartender. “Order what you want,” he says, voice sending another shiver down your spine, because you can tell exactly what he’s thinking about doing to you if you stay in his presence.

But he’s just as intoxicating as the ethanol in your system, and so you stay, giggling and ordering yet another drink.

He continues to examine you with that heavy gaze, those dangerous eyes. “What’s your name?” he asks, eyes unabashedly roaming over your face, your throat, again.

You take it as a compliment. You tell him your name, and he hums and repeats it, and you have to hold back another giggle; it sounds so good coming from between his lips.

You want to hear it over and over again.

“Sukuna,” he introduces himself, and even just his name sends a shiver through you, because you can already feel the power he has over you. Then he says, “Dance with me.” It doesn’t sound like a question.

You nod anyway. “Okay,” You say, and once you finish your drink, you offer him your hand.

He takes it and guides you to the dance floor, his steps slow and measured, so confident it practically makes your knees shake. His hand is firm and surprisingly cool around yours, and when he’s got you back on the dance floor, he grabs your hip and pulls you back against his body.

His muscles are hard against your back, and his arousal is hard against your ass.

His large hand on your hip roams slowly, sensually, across your belly, tangling in your dress to feel the soft heat of you through the fabric. Then he moves back to your hip, gripping the flesh around bone to hold you in place as he starts to grind against you, his movements confident and practiced.

Your breath catches in your throat, and you press your ass back against him, swaying your hips against his. You feel his fingers tighten on your hip, and you know he’s just as affected by you as you are by him.

He dips his head to press a slowly, open-mouthed kiss to the side of your throat. Your lashes flutter as your eyes fall shut, and you tip your head out of the way for him, and you can feel him smile against your skin as he kisses lower, then lower.

He reaches the spot above your pulse, and he inhales slowly, breathing in the scent of you, your perfume, your sweat. You shiver as his breath fans across your skin, sending goosebumps rising along your skin. He chuckles quietly and moves another inch lower, moving towards the spot where your neck meets your shoulder.

“So pretty,” he murmurs into your skin, nuzzling into the curve there.

You tip your head back against his shoulder and close your eyes, hips still moving against his to the music. Your head feels light and airy, like you’re floating, and you know you’ve gotten too drunk, that you’ve put yourself in a dangerous position, but you can’t even bring yourself to care, because he dances so well against you. His hands move everywhere you want them, coming up to palm your breast through your dress, long fingers dragging down the neckline so he can catch a glimpse of your lacy bra.

He grunts against your neck, squeezing and massaging the soft tissue. “Pretty,” he says, and for some reason the word sounds like Mine.

You wouldn’t even mind if that’s what he meant.

It’s oppressively hot in the club, especially with him touching you like this, his palm now sliding back down your body to play with the skirt covering your upper thighs, like he wants to lift it up right there and take you in front of everyone. You’re not even sure if you’d stop him, if you’d want him to stop, his aura is just that overpowering, convincing, dominating. But he doesn’t; he just tugs the fabric back and forth, watching how it clings to your body.

You’re sweating, but his touch, his breath, his tongue are all much cooler than you would’ve expected.

That cool tongue brushes against your pulse point, and he finally lets out a small groan. “Damn,” he breathes against your neck. “Taste so good.”

You whimper softly, grinding back against him harder, movements needy and desperate.

He chuckles, the hand that’s been holding you still by the hip finally trailing up your body. His palm runs over your neck, gripping gently as he tips your head to the side. “You wanna leave, little girl?” he asks you, voice low, rumbling beneath the loud rhythm of the bass.

You nod, moaning softly as his lips press against your neck again. “Please,” you whisper.

He just chuckles again, noise pleased but slightly derisive. “Alright,” he says, and he pulls away, letting his hands drop from your body as he instead grabs your hand and starts to lead you off the dance floor. “Let’s go, then.”

You turn over your shoulder, catching Nobara’s eye, and flash a big smile and a thumbs up. Then you face forward again and follow obediently into the night.

thanks for reading! -luna xx next chapter

[resurrectionist3]

Timex

Daniel Cleaver x fem!Reader (18+)

✒️ - 12/25/2024 🔏 - 01/08/2025

⏳ - 5,563 words

⚠️CW - 18+ NSFW, oral stimulation (p in mouth), no p in v (yet), general smut, Daniel Cleaver and his sliminess (his presence deserves a warning)

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📜 - A fairly new hire is getting ready for a very important meeting at her job as the co editor in chief at Pemberley Press. To her surprise, she seems to have lost her favorite wristwatch.

At work, she manages to find it ... on the desk of her most insufferable colleague.

Author's Note - First fan fiction posted to Tumblr, I cannot believe it's for this man. It is actually inspired by the fact that I lost my favorite watch just before Christmas - don't ask how my brain decided to write a fan fiction because of it. I did manage to find it while I wrote this so, that's a win for me. Yes, Frankie is inspired by Francis Abernathy from The Secret History. And yes, the presence of an author named Miles Finch does indeed imply that this fan fiction and this version of Daniel Cleaver do exist in the same universe as the 2003 Christmas comedy film, Elf, starring Will Ferrel. Our beloved Mr. Reed will be here soon, I promise. But I fear I must get this freak out of my system before I can focus on the other one.

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“Chilly morning in London today, with a high of 4 degrees and a low of -1° tonight! Expect light flurries this evening with-” The cheerful English news reporter said in his routine chatter about the weather forecast. I poured out a decent serving of cat food for my sweet Argo and sat down to my own breakfast. Turning down the television volume and opening my work notebook, I reviewed the notes from the previous day regarding today’s very important meeting, with a very important author. 

I furrowed my brows as I read the author’s scribbled name, Miles Finch, trying to remember where else I had heard of him outside of work. 

My eyes drifted lower on the page to a different name that I had written down - one that made my heart race and my cheeks blush. Daniel Cleaver, my insufferably attractive colleague and co-editor in chief at Pemberley Press. Our boss, Mr. Fitzherbert, thought it would be some wonderful idea for us to work together preparing for this meeting; the loyal employee of several years teaching the new hire ‘all the way from Boston, Massachusetts’. Weeks spent working a little too closely with Daniel, all leading up to today. To be completely honest, it took its toll on me. One can only take so much of him and his arrogance. 

And his smile … his eyes … his voice … his-

“Ugh,” I caught my mind wandering and stopped, nearly choking on my morning coffee. “Enough of that, (y/n).” I said to myself as I stood from the table. 

I carefully chose a CD to play while I got dressed, settling on one burned by my friend back home. The first song, some obscure 80s pop tune, filled my room as I made my way to the closet. 

“Miniskirt and blouse,” I pondered out loud, pulling the outfit from the rack. “Or, black suit dress?”

Eyeing both choices, I tried to decide which outfit would warrant the best response during the meeting. I looked again at the miniskirt momentarily, blushing as I recalled the … effect it seemed to have on my intolerable associate when I last wore it. 

The way Daniel eyed me that entire day was undeniable. I had been rather used to his stares after 6 months of working with him, but that was different. The way he bit his lip as those icy blue eyes wandered to places they definitely shouldn’t…

“No,” I said quickly, dropping the skirt onto my bed. “Absolutely no distractions today. Suit dress it is.”

After finishing my outfit and makeup, I only had a few minutes before I had to leave. I gathered my things, listing off everything important: ‘notebook, car keys, bag, coat, scarf…’

I prattled off  my belongings in my head as I stopped at my vanity one last time. ‘Necklace, rings, wristwatch-’ I named each item as I put it on, but-

‘Wristwatch…?’  I froze mid-list as I realized my favorite watch was nowhere in sight. I opened every drawer, brows furrowed as I searched all over the apartment. I thought of anywhere it could possibly be, and yet, still nothing. 

I stopped and sighed at the new mess I had made in my hunt. Clothes and jewelry strewn over my unmade bed after my unceremonious rummage around. 

‘I wore it yesterday.. I remember that,’  I thought to myself, stood amongst the disarray. ‘Then.. where did it go afterwards?' 

Figuring it would be easily found on my desk at work,  I relented. I took all my things and left the apartment, throwing on my scarf and coat once inside the elevator. 

In the car, my mind drifted back to the watch. After earning this perfect job at Pemberley, I bought anything I wanted. Expensive jewelry, designer clothes, a new car - even my fancy apartment in London after relocating. I could probably buy 7 of the same basic black and gold Timex watch, but this one was special to me. 

“I’m being quite honest, Frankie, I can't find it anywhere,” I sigh over the phone to my best friend. “I looked all over my apartment, all over my work desk, even asked our security guard if he’d seen it. I fear it’s gone.” I slouched a little in my desk chair as I came to my upsetting realization. 

“Please, (y/n), it’s not that serious. It’s a small thing, I’ll buy you a new one if you like.” Frankie said, his voice as cool and unconcerned as always. Franklin Arkwright; assistant to the CEO of our partner publishing company back home in Boston. He was my oldest friend, and the one who managed to get me the job at Pemberley in the first place. 

I stood from my chair and paced about my office, the phone cord pulling as I walked around my desk. “It’s not just a small thing, Frankie. You know how much I love that watch, and I don't enjoy losing my belongings.” My hand went to my (y/hc) hair as I sighed again. I turned around, going to the opposite side of the room when I accidentally locked eyes with him. 

Daniel Cleaver’s office sat inconveniently right beside mine, both spaces walled completely with floor to ceiling glass (I preferred more privacy myself, but the sleek and modern look was just so in these days).

My heart quickened for a moment, sending a strange pulse through my chest as his blue eyes met mine, a smirk appearing on his face. I managed a smile back as he waved, still talking to whoever was on his own phone. He eyed me up and down as he always did, his gaze lingering on my choice of dress; the dress that I suddenly realized had such a low neckline. 

I scoffed and looked away from his irritating stares, my eyes moving to his desk instead. Frankie continued on in my ear about something his mother had said as I scanned the organized mess of Daniel’s workspace. Stacked papers and folders, pens and pencils, a paper coffee cup, my watch, a stapler-

My watch?

My eyes widened at the undeniable sight of my wristwatch sitting on the desk of none other than Daniel fucking Cleaver. The black leather wristband and gold rimmed clock face was recognizable even from where I stood. I looked back up to him as he paced about his own office, talking away on his phone. He seemed either unaware that it was there, or he at least didn't care. 

'How on earth did it get there?’ I thought to myself as I wracked my brain, finally remembering yesterday’s encounter. 

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In the meeting room, Daniel leaned against the long table as I went over my checklist for a final time. “Right, the presentation is finished, I wrote up my little spiel. Do you have yours ready, Cleaver?” I asked and instantly rolled my eyes as I caught him staring where he shouldn’t. Again. 

“Yes, yes, (y/ln), I’ll get on that straight away,” He said briskly, reluctantly meeting my eyes. I could tell he was very distracted, and likely hadn’t heard a word that I said. 

“Daniel, please just know that if you fuck up this meeting and make a fool of me, I will have your head for it.” I said in a casual voice, returning to my written list.

“Noted. Thank you, (y/ln)” Daniel responded coolly. I caught his eyes wandering again and shot him a glare. Perhaps he felt bad for not listening to me, or more than likely, he was trying to play off his stares as he leaned off the table and walked closer. 

“You know, (y/n), I never noticed how nice your watch is,” He said, tilting his head as he looked at the clock on my wrist. “I think I like it.”

 I furrowed my brows at his out-of-place comment and looked at him skeptically. “Well, I do wear it everyday, Daniel. How have you not mentioned it before?” Daniel just shrugged in response, eyes still on my wrist. 

“The gold suits you quite nicely,” He said pensively, almost as if he didn’t mean to say it out loud. Daniel gently reached out for my hand, and asked for a closer look. Confused, I set down my notebook and pen, taking the watch from my wrist. Our hands brushed momentarily as I set the watch in his palm, making my heart skip annoyingly. As he examined it, I went back to my list and finished going over everything for tomorrow. 

Before I could say another word to Daniel, Mr. Fitzherbert had entered and asked for me. The last thing I remembered was taking my notebook and pen, and hurrying out - leaving my favorite watch with Daniel. Fucking. Cleaver. 

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“(y/n)...? (Y/N)??” Frankie repeated over the phone, taking me out of my memory. “Are you still there, babe?” 

I let out a laugh and took a breath as I realized I was still on the phone with him. “Y-yea, I’m still here, Frankie.. But I think I should go. I, uhm, I found my watch.”

Without another word, I said goodbye and hung up the phone. Daniel had also finished his own phone call and was standing by the window, reading some documents. I closed my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose as I contemplated actually going over there. After all, it IS just a watch. But, it was still my favorite one. 

I readjusted my dress and made my way to Daniel’s office, entering politely. “Afternoon, Mr. Cleaver,” I said with the nicest smile I could manage. “Today’s the day! Big meeting with Miles Finch. I hope you’re ready!” 

Daniel flashed me a smile - that terribly charming smile of his. “Good afternoon to you, Miss (y/ln). To what do I owe this lovely intrusion?” 

From the look he gave me I could tell, he knew what I was there for.  My eyes went from him to my watch, sat right on his desk beside his computer, almost displayed like some kind of trophy. I lost my fake smile and relaxed, crossing my arms. “I’m here to see if you're prepared. And to take my watch back; I’ve been looking for it all morning.” 

Daniel looked confused and taken aback by my statement. “Your watch..? (y/ln), you must be barking, I don’t have your watch.” 

I narrowed my eyes at him and walked towards his desk. I wasn’t in any mood for his games today. “Yes, Daniel. This watch, it’s mine.” I reached out to take it, just as he bent over the desk and picked it up himself. 

“Oh, this watch? Odd, what is it doing here? Are you sure it’s yours?” Daniel said while he examined it just like he did the day prior. I rolled my eyes at him and his antics. 

“Yesterday.. The meeting room? You asked to see it and then I had to go.” I recalled briefly, still irritated with his little act. “I really have been looking for it all morning, I’ve been worried half to death.” 

Daniel’s eyes widened in fake shock. “Half to death? God, (y/ln), it’s just a watch,” He said, turning it over in his hands. “Why do you wear it everyday? It's a bit worse for wear, isn't it? Scratches in the glass here, creasing in the wristband. And, oh dear, is that a crack? Surely, they pay you enough to buy a nicer one.” 

I glared at him from the other side of his desk and huffed in anger. “It’s very special to me, Daniel. My dear friend, Frankie, gave it to me before I left home to move here. It used to belong to him; he knew I loved it so much,” I stopped myself and sighed. Something told me that it was futile to try and explain the emotional value of a wristwatch to someone like Daniel Cleaver. “It’s .. sentimental. Perhaps you’d understand if you had friends of your own, now I’d like to have it back please.” 

The emphasis on my statement didn't seem to matter as Daniel just smiled to himself and looked back at my watch. “How dare you presume to know the status of my personal friendships,” He said after taking a gasp of fake offence. 

I held my hand out for him to give the watch back, a silent plea for him to end this ridiculous nonsense. But to my confusion and irritation, instead of offering it back, he pulled back his sleeve and put it on. “You know, I think I'll hold onto it for you. Just for today, what do you think, (y/ln)?” 

It was my turn to be taken aback now. “What, no- Cleaver, just give it to me,” I said, my already thin patience running thinner. “This isn’t grade school, what are we, confiscating each other’s belongings now..?” 

Daniel said nothing as he walked around his desk and stopped in front of me - a little too close for a colleague. “You can come back and collect it at the end of the day. Stay later tonight.. If you want it back, then you’ll know where to find me, hmm?” He said, his voice patronizing. Yet, quiet and … suggestive. He was so close, I could smell his cologne - a familiar fragrance from Jo Malone. He lifted his hand and I held my breath, ready for him to do something deranged, like brush back my hair or caress my cheek. Hell, he was close enough to lean in for a kiss.

 Instead, he looked over my shoulder at my watch on his wrist to check the time. “Well look at that.. It’s time to meet Miles Finch,” Daniel said with a quick smile as he stepped back to his desk to pick up some documents. According to the clock on his wall, he was right - ten minutes until 3pm. A few people from different departments even walked by Daniel’s office and into the elevator, clearly on their way to the meeting room. 

Daniel walked past me quickly and I followed behind to retrieve my own things from my office, just as he stopped and turned back.

“Hot dress, by the way, (y/ln),” He started, making my cheeks blush red. “With a neckline that low, I’m sure you won’t even need your notes in order to convince them.”

I gasped and tried to interject as he made his way out to the elevator. 

The meeting came and went, ending on a high note with Miles Finch agreeing to our proposed contract for his upcoming book series. It was truly a triumph; after weeks of hard work and preparation, it actually paid off. The entire meeting room filed out, talking happily and shaking hands with one another with a few minutes to spare before the end of the work day. I was approached numerous times by colleagues and representatives visiting from our New York location, congratulating me and Daniel on a job well done. As the building slowly emptied, I retreated back to my office and opened my computer to start on some extra work. I hadn’t forgotten about what Daniel said. And I certainly hadn't forgotten about my damned wristwatch. 

There were five separate invitations to go out for drinks with everyone from the meeting. And I really did wish to attend. Perhaps for a chance to earn a spot within Miles Finch’s good graces (he was said to be a difficult man to please), but I declined every single one. “Such hard workers, you and Mr. Cleaver are. You make an excellent team, I’m quite glad to have hired you.” Mr. Fitzherbert said when he heard that Daniel and I wished to stay late to ‘get ahead’ on the next big project. 

‘Oh yes,’ I thought to myself. ‘I'm sure we’ll be working very hard tonight.’ It was the only thought I had in my mind as the boss praised us. Checking my email for a final time before I got to work, I noticed a new message. The sender’s name made me sigh and curse as I clicked it open. 

 ‘45 minutes, floor will be empty. 

50 minutes, after George does his rounds, you know what to do.

-DC’

The wall clock ticked away at an agonizingly slow pace. A few times, I even caught myself instinctually turning my wrist to check the time, and cursing under my breath when I found nothing there. When the time finally arrived, George, the security guard walked casually past my glass-walled office. We exchanged polite waves and I watched him walk through the room and out, heading for the stairwell. I recognized my moment, and turned off my computer. I took my things as if I were ready to leave: packed my notebook and pen into my bag, gathered up my coat and scarf, and made the dreadful walk of shame to Daniel’s office door. I felt his eyes on me as I hesitated outside, wondering again if this was all really worth it. I knew I wasn’t just going to walk in, collect my trinket, and go. It would never be that easy with Daniel. 

“About time, (y/ln), took you long enough to finally open the door. Having second thoughts?” Daniel said, without looking up from his computer screen. 

“Actually, yes,” I confessed, putting my belongings down on the chair by the door. “Am I going to regret coming in here, Cleaver..?” I gave him a sincere look of worry. His expression visibly softened as he stood from his desk and walked over. He stopped in front of me, just like he had done earlier. Except this time, there was no one around to see us. No one to watch him do something deranged… like brushing back my hair, or caressing my cheek. Or..

“Daniel,” I whispered, pulling away when he leaned in. My hand went to his chest, ghosting against the bare skin where his dress shirt was left unbuttoned. “Please - don’t risk our positions, or our jobs, for this silliness.” Daniel responded with a soft smile as his hand went to my cheek, caressing it gently. 

“It’s only a problem if we’re caught, (y/n).” Daniel began, his other hand trailing slowly up my side and to my waist. He pulled me against him and I stumbled a little, falling against Daniel’s chest and fully into his arms - right where he wanted me. “And if we are, which we won’t be, I’ll take the blame. It’s my idea after all. I’ll risk my position and my job… not yours.”

Somehow, Daniel’s own version of a sacrifice was endearing enough to make me blush furiously. I opened my mouth to protest, just to be met with his thumb gliding gently over my bottom lip. “It’s alright, (y/n),” He whispered with an amused smile on his face. He winked and I couldn't help but return the smile. Daniel backed away briefly, pulling me by the arm to his desk where I settled against it. He resumed his place in front of me, pulling me back into his embrace. “I’ve got it all figured out… and I've got you.”

I felt myself physically relax at Daniel’s words - more relaxed than I’ve ever felt while being with him. I raised my eyebrows at his statement, sighing against his lips. “You always have everything figured out, don't you Daniel?” Before he could give me one of his clever responses, I closed the gap between us and pressed my lips to his. Just to shut him up. 

His hand settled on my hip, keeping me pinned against his desk. I let my own hands move up his chest, and over his shoulders. One hand rest on the back of his neck, while the other went up into his hair, getting tangled in his dark locks. He let out a moan against my lips, and I couldn't help my mischievous smile.

“Excuse my enthusiasm, (y/n),” Daniel began, pulling away only enough to form words. “But I have been fucking dying to get you like this since the day I met you.” It was my turn to be amused now. I smiled and bit my bottom lip, delighted to see him this flustered. “Oh, I can tell, Daniel,” The feeling of his growing erection against me was enough to know that he was serious. I let my hands fall from their work in his hair, dropping one to his shoulder and the other to the desk behind me. It rested beside Daniel’s left hand, my fingers ghosting over his. “To make a confession of my own, I’ve always found you rather attractive - hot as fuck, even. But your insufferable arrogance was often far to much for me to bear.” 

Daniel laughed against my neck as he dipped down to kiss the sensitive skin there, earning a breathy moan from me. I moved my hand from the desktop, gliding over his hand and to his wrist, where I felt the undeniable outline of my watch. I quickly moved my hand up, tightening around his forearm as he nipped at my neck, hoping he wouldn’t get suspicious. “Daniel…” I moaned to him, making him hold my waist tighter in response. My other hand slid off his shoulder and down his back to distract him while I began to remove my watch from his wrist. 

‘Almost…’ I thought and let out a sigh when I felt the leather strap slide from the small buckle. Daniel bit into my neck harder than he had before, and I gasped sharply. He paused, bringing his quest to cover me in love bites to a close. “Don’t stop, please,” I pleaded, nearly whining for him. Not only was I close to finally getting my watch back, but the physical contact actually felt too good to lose. I felt Daniel smirk against my lips as he pulled away from me completely, my hand drifting off his shoulder and lingering outstretched for him. 

“You almost had me, (y/n),” Daniel said while he fastened my watch back onto his wrist. “Don’t make me restrain you, (y/ln). Play fairly and you’ll get what you came here for.” 

I roll my eyes and groan, crossing my arms in front of me. “Fine, Daniel. What must I do to get my precious watch back?” Daniel put a hand to his heart and gasped. 

“You wound me, (y/n), honestly,” He paced to the side of the desk, leaning on it bringing our faces inches apart once again. “I had hoped that what you wanted from me wasn't just your watch.” 

“Daniel-” I scolded, as if he were a child. He was surely acting like one. He just laughed and held up his hands in surrender after taking a step away. “Alright, (y/ln), alright. I need you to do something for me. A favor, I suppose.” His voice dropped in volume as he finished. I chewed the inside of my lip, eyeing him cautiously. 

“Like what? Take over a project for you? Cover for you while you run off to some broom closet or storage room with one of the interns?” Daniel approached me with that damned smile on his face again. The one that first made my heart race. The one that could convince me to do anything. 

“Bold of you to assume I’d be running off with anyone other than you, (y/ln). But no, nothing like that,” He paused, seemingly thinking. His tongue traced his bottom lip as his eyes scanned over my face while his hand absentmindedly rubbed my thigh beneath my skirt. “Well, you are quite good with this mouth of yours.” 

My eyes widened and my lips parted in my shock. ‘Oh, surely not.’ 

“I don’t suppose you mean I have a chance of talking my way out of this?” I asked, trying desperately to avoid what I knew he was implying. Daniel shook his head, still enamored by me as he resumed his kissing along my jaw and down my neck. “Come now, (y/n), don’t play innocent. It’s a poor act, and it doesn't look good on you.” 

He kisses and roughly nips at a spot just below my jaw, making me crane my head back and sigh. He pulled away again and looked at me. I had never seen his blue eyes look so dark. 

‘No. No. No way. Tell him no, say-’

“Fine,” I nodded to Daniel’s desk chair, telling him to sit as I pulled my hair back. I bit my lip to hide a smile as he scrambled to take his seat. I stole a pen off his desk and stuck it into my makeshift updo, securing it in place. 

I left my spot on the front of the desk, rounding it to stand between Daniel’s legs. The outline of his cock was apparent even through his dark trousers as I lowered myself down between his legs. The only sounds for a moment were heavy breaths and Daniel’s zipper sliding down. He shifted in his seat, pushing his trousers down slightly. I took a breath and paused when I slid my fingers around the waistband of his underwear. I hesitated for a moment, making Daniel hum in amusement from above me. I looked up at him, eyes locked with his. 

“You’re really doing this, (y/n)?” He said, surely meaning to challenge me. His arm was propped by his elbow on the armrest of the desk chair. My Timex watch sat, still fastened to Daniel’s wrist, looking almost like it was meant to be there. The gold hardware glinted in the low lights in the office and I felt my chest tighten at the thought of Daniel Fucking Cleaver keeping one of my most treasured possessions forever. “Of course I am,” I say, settling onto my knees and slowly letting my hands slide under Daniel’s dress shirt, up and down the sides of his torso. “I want my fucking watch back.”

Daniel nodded and readjusted himself in his seat, leaning back like a king on his throne. “Go on then Miss (y/ln). Use that pretty mouth of yours… take what you came here for.” I smiled back and rolled my eyes, letting my gaze settle on Daniel and his endearing grin. “Yes, right away, Mr. Cleaver.”

I slid my fingers into his waistband again and pulled them, no hesitation this time. My eyes widened a bit when his cock sprang free from its constraints. He was admittedly very large. Daniel let out a groan as I took him in hand and licked his tip playfully. I continued my teasing, enjoying the sounds of Daniel nearly whimpering. 

“O-ohhh, (y/n).. enough of that, please.” He begged, dropping his left hand to my face. Daniel held my chin up with one, and with the other began to stroke his cock, positioning it in front of my mouth. “No more teasing if you want your watch back.” I nodded obediently, which pleased him. 

“Now, (y/n), if you’d be so kind, just- ohhh, fuck,” Happy to quiet him, I took him into my mouth, going as deep as I comfortably could. I breathed slowly and deliberately, ensuring that I didn’t choke too severely. 

I felt Daniel’s hand snake around to the back my neck and hold me, tangling into the hair at the base. I moaned as he began to guide my head back and forth; slowly and gently. I shut my eyes for a moment, focusing on my breathing again. He was so much … more than what I had experienced in the past, and I was not accustomed to it. 

I felt Daniel move his hand from my chin and I opened my eyes slowly. His head was thrown back in ecstasy, his groans and whispers filling his office space. I pulled off his cock and trailed my tongue along the length of it, earning a hiss and a long moan of my name. I looked up again, hoping to catch his gaze and instead was met with the clockface of my watch on his wrist as his hand held the base of his cock. I stared at it before me, as I closed my lips around him again. 

‘He’s doing it on purpose, surely,’ I thought as his moans became a bit louder. 

“(y/n), fuck. I’m close, darling, so close-” Daniel groaned, his hold tightening on the back of my neck. I hummed and hollowed my cheeks as I took him, enjoying the sounds of his cries. 

I glanced up through my eyelashes and watched as he reached his climax, finishing into my mouth. I shut my eyes, swallowing what I could as Daniel’s hold on my neck loosened completely and his hand fell while he relaxed. 

“God, you are good Miss (y/ln). Fuck,” He groaned, fixing his clothes and redressing. I paused and patted his thigh gently, while I turned and spit the rest of his cum into the wastebin beneath his desk. Daniel watched as I casually stood and wiped at my mouth, rubbing off what remained of my lipstick. “Too much for you, darling?” He said, making me roll my eyes. I leaned forward, resting my hands on the chair’s armrests. My lips grazed Daniel’s tauntingly as I let my tongue glide over his bottom lip. “Is there anything else you require of me, Mr. Cleaver?” I asked with the best demure voice I could manage. 

Daniel groaned again, seemingly close to giving into me. “(y/n), darling…” He whispered, holding my face gently. “I thought I told you the innocent act isn’t your thing. Besides, as badly as I need to bend you over and fuck you on this desk, George’s next round is going to start soon and I’m confident that you don’t want him to find us like that.”

I stood and let him stand from his chair. “How do you know the security guard’s patrolling routine so well?” 

Daniel grinned. “My sweet, (y/n), why do you think?”

I didn’t give him an answer. Instead I scoffed at him and fixed the collar of my dress, crossing the room to pick up my belongings. “Oh, now I’ve earned the silent treatment have I?” Daniel leaned against his desk, watching me put on my scarf and coat. I failed to hide a smile when I watched him attempt to seem as though he wasn’t crying my name a moment ago. I crossed the room again, back over to Daniel and extended my hand wordlessly. He rolled his eyes and sighed, carefully removing the watch on his wrist. 

He lowered it into my palm and I nodded. “Thank y-,”

“On second thought,” Daniel began, cutting me off and pulling my watch away again. “I think I’ll hold onto it a little bit longer. Just until tomorrow evening, that alright, (y/ln)?”

My cheeks went warm while I watched him put the watch into his pocket and put on his own coat. I huffed, admittedly like a child, and crossed my arms. “Oh, was I not good enough?” I asked, a little too loudly. He shook his head. 

“Oh no, darling, you were wonderful. Too good for me to let this little game end right now. What do you say to … The Ritz? Tomorrow evening?” Daniel took his own things and walked to the door of his office. “I do owe you after all. I fear I’ve robbed you of a lovely night of drinks with our colleagues.”

I followed him out of the room and over to the elevator, waiting for the doors to open. “I'd say I've never been,” I confessed. “You do know you can ask me out to dinner without holding my wristwatch hostage, right?”

Daniel shrugged, sliding his arm around my waist as we watched the numbers of the floors descend. “Sure, but this is just more fun,” He leaned down, his lips grazing against my ear as he whispered, making my chest tighten. “It’s like getting back at you for those revealing outfits you’ve been wearing here - especially that little miniskirt you have.” I shivered as his fingers made gentle circles on my waist. 

He lifted his head, and stood up straight just in time for the doors to open again. George was indeed on his second round of the empty building, having left the other security guard at the front desk. We waved goodbye and were met with a cold wind beyond the front doors of Pemberley Press, the flurries mentioned on the news this morning already making their appearance. I paused to button up my coat, as Daniel examined my Timex watch yet again. 

“You know, (y/ln), I really do think this watch suits me nearly as well as it suits you.” He said, putting it back into the pocket of his trousers. I rolled my eyes and faced him. “Oh sure. Perhaps once we’re all done here you can get one of your OWN.” I heard Daniel’s laugh echoing behind me as I walked away from him. As I reached my car, I got inside and started it up wondering how on earth I was going to explain this situation to Frankie when I called him on the phone at my apartment.

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I hope you all enjoyed!! Potentially scheming a Part II at some point, but please let me know what you think!

[cozmicwonder]

Eyes on You

Warnings⚠️(18+ but you know good and well um you don’t care😉) p in v, oral-f receiving-, choking, slapping, nipple play. (Ngl this is my third time writing smut so I’m b it sure if it’ll be good😫 lmk what you think. I like constructive criticism.)

Summary- Your dreams of meeting the one and only Ken Sato comes true after the giants are accepted for a photo shoot. Partnership quickly spirals into Lust.

Being one of the top models in Japan wasn’t an easy title to hold. The pressure was always on no matter how great you were. Sure you never messed up and never planned too, but that was the stressful part. You had people looking up to you, you couldn’t mess up now. All eyes were on you. All eyes except one. Ken Sato.

You’d always see him on TV. The first time you saw him you were like a starstruck teenager all over again. You always tried to watch as many of his games as you could on TV. You even managed to make time to go to one of his games. He’s the reason you even bothered to learn about baseball. Before you found out about him you didn’t even care about sports. The thought of meeting him had quickly turned into the thought of being with him.

You’d be lying if you said your late nights didn’t end with your fingers between your thighs and thoughts of him in your head. God, you were obsessed. You couldn’t get him out of your head. You had it bad. Luckily the agency you worked with was hired to take photos of the Giants team for a sporting magazine. You didn’t know who to thank. Your agency accepting the job or the giants being good enough to make it into a magazine.

Saying you were excited was an understatement. You were ecstatic, but you had to keep it professional. The shoot was later this afternoon. You and a few other models have a chance to take a few shots with the giant players. This was your chance to talk to him! Maybe ask him out on a date..or something fun!

You were freaking out. Hoping you didn’t make a fool of yourself as a first impression. You were walking with your best friend Liza to work to get ready for the shoot. She was a photographer and you were a model. You two were so excited to be accepted into the same workplace. “Dude I can’t believe the giants are going to be here today” you squeal out while jumping lightly. Liza looks and you and chuckles.

“Yeah, I know right! But unfortunately for me, I have another group to work with so I can’t be there” she frowned. I look at her sympathetically. “Oh yeah right..so sorry Liza..I’ll be sure to get an autograph from one of them.” You smile her way hoping what you said would cheer her up, and it did. “Thanks y/n. You’re the best.” She holds you tightly in her arms. You hug her back and let go. “I know, it’s what I do.” You say flicking your hair dramatically as you joked.

Your act received a laugh and a slap on the arm from Liza. “Yeah whatever,” she says as she rolls her eyes. You guys continued to joke as you walked and you two didn’t realize that you made it to your place of work. The thing that took you out of your little world was the flashes of cameras and loud voices begging for attention. Your face was curious and confused. ‘Why are the paparazzi here already? The Giants don’t get here till 3:45’. You look at your watch and it read 3:00 pm in big white numbers.

‘Why are they here so early?’ You questioned yourself. Thinking of different possibilities for the situation. “Hey I think we should walk faster if we want to beat the paparazzi to the door” you spoke quickly and quickened your pace. Although you were in heels you could run like hell If the time called for it. So here you were at 3:01 pm running in pitch black stilettos to the door of the agency with Liza right behind you.

You closed your eyes for a split second chanting ‘please don’t break please don’t break’ and the next thing you knew you were on the ground after hitting something that felt warm and strong. You didn’t dare open your eyes, not ready to bear the embarrassment of the incident. “Hey, are you ok?” Someone in front of you spoke softly. Fear settled in the pit of your stomach. ‘Oh god no! It couldn’t be!’ You slowly open your eyes to reveal your worst nightmare. Ken Sato standing above you. I mean under a different circumstance this would be great! But not now, especially after bumping into him is awful.

He held a hand for you to grab and you took it. “IMSOSOSOOOOOSORRYFORBUMPINGINTOYOUIWASNTLOOKINGATWHEREIWASGOINGSORRY!!” You quickly stuttered out your words, bowed several times, and bolted for the door. Your face was beet red with embarrassment. You didn’t stop running until you were in the ladies' room.

You could of started crying from how embarrassed you were. You walked to the sink and placed your purse on the countertop. You run your hands over your face and take deep breaths to calm yourself down. “Wonderful first impression that was y/n” you mocked yourself quietly. Your heartbeat slowed and your breathing steadied. You let out a sigh followed by a groan. You wanted to scream and disappear.

You grabbed your purse and left the bathroom to the dressing rooms to get ready for the shoot. The briefing was short and simple. Pick a numbered jersey to match the player and come up with pose ideas. ‘They’ll follow your lead’ Mr. Ito’s words replayed in your head. You had to make sure you got lucky number 7.

As soon as you made it to the dressing room you went straight to the rack for your specific shoot. You greet most of the makeup artists and hair stylists as you make your way to the rack. As you get closer you notice someone already there. You silently prayed they didn’t take number 7 or you might’ve broken down and trashed the place.

When you got close enough you realized it was Lexie. She never really cared about anything. She was the ‘I just do what I gotta do so I can go home’ type of gal. You sighed, relieved you still had a strong chance of getting what you wanted. You had waited about a minute behind her. Not that you were checking your watch every few seconds or anything. As soon as she walked off you got straight to work to find number seven. The only sound you could hear was the sound of a metal hanger sliding on a metal rod.

You went from left to right since it had to be in number order. If it wasn't, someone was going to get a stern talking too. I giant stupid smile plastered on your face as your eyes laid on a big number 7. “Yes yes yes!” You said a little loud. Your outburst got you a few looks but you didn’t care at the moment.

You practically ran into a changing room. As you were about to change you realized you didn’t have any pants to change into. You ran back out jersey in hand and went to pick a pair of bottoms. Browsing the options you settled with a thigh-high plain black schoolgirl skirt. You rushed back into the changing rooms and decided to grab a pair of heels on your way out.

You unclothed yourself starting with your jeans and slid up the skirt. You then pulled your shirt over your head, hair falling along your arms. You didn’t want to fully button up the shirt so you left a few buttons unbuttoned near the end of the shirt to leave an opening to show some of your stomach.

You stare at yourself in the mirror trying to figure out what’s missing…a baseball cap could do the trick but what else..? You thought to yourself. ‘Oh yes! A chain dangling from the side will definitely look good! But I need to match Mr .Sato. Hmmm…I could get one for him, yes there we go! Problem solved.’

You grab your clothes and leave the dressing room. Before you head to get accessories you need to go to your locker. You walk a nice distance from the dressing room to the back area where the lockers are located. You do the code on the lock for your locker and open it, placing your things inside. You checked your watch for the time. ‘3:27 perfect! Enough time to finish getting ready’ You close your locker and make your way back to get accessories and a pair of shoes.

As you made your way back you heard loud frivolous laughter. It startled you a little, nearly jumping out of your socks when a loud voice boomed through the hall. You decided to get closer to get a better hear to see who it was. It was coming from the male bathrooms. You decided a minute or two of listening wouldn’t hurt.

As the laughter died down a new conversation started. “Hey did you guys see that girl that bumped into Ken?” One voice spoke sounding excited. The voice is kind of high-pitched. “Hell yeah dude she’s a total babe” one other voice spoke up deeper this time. The comment made you smile a little. Something in your heart was hoping to hear something from Ken Sato himself.

“Yo dude, what’s up? What’s with the furrowed brow?” This voice came with a slapping sound. Wonder what happened. “It’s nothing” it was Ken’s voice. Your heart fluttered at the sound of his voice. “C’mon dude you gotta agree she’s a total babe!” The same deep voice from earlier spoke again.

“Yeah, she’s fine or whatever” he was dismissive and his voice sounded slightly..irritated? The words were like a knife in the back. You almost teared up, but the sounds of people shuffling and walking stopped you and you sped walked away to not suspect anyone of any noise.

You made it back to the main area to get shoes and accessories. It was your favorite part about the place. Minus working with your best friend. Getting accessories and shoes was like shopping it was set up like a store and everything. The walls were decorated with shelves and shoes. The main floor area was decorated with racks and countertops of accessories.

You greeted Shelly when you walked in, she was a sweetheart. You went to the far right corner In search of a black cap. You browsed for a few moments before your eyes fell on a cap that would do the outfit justice. You then head toward a rack that has countless pant chains dangling from them. You found one you really liked but it didn’t have one that matched. So you tried again.

You then found a silver chain that had a few clear jewels on it and jewels as clips at each end. You found a similar one to match it was silver and had jewels at each end as clips. You smiled at yourself at the thought of matching with the Ken Sato. ‘All that’s left is a pair of heels. What kind though..’ you pondered on the thought while staring into space.

‘A chunky platform heel would work.’ You made your way to the shoe wall and browsed for your vision. You decided on a pair of Black chunky platform heels with a thick leg and a strap around the ankle. ‘Time to cash out’ you made sure you had everything you needed and headed for the register.

“Hey, Shelly!” You smiled as you placed your things on the countertop. “Hello y/n, is this all for today?” She asked scanning everything. “Yup! I’m so excited for my shoot today! These are the final touches I need then I’m done”. You decided to check the time. ‘3:38. OK enough time to add accessories’. “Oh yeah you’re working with the Giants today right?” She asked, looking excited as well. You nod rapidly. “Ok, we’ll just type in your name and Id number and make sure you return the items at the end of your shift. Have fun!” You finish typing and grab your things “Will do! Bye!” You say happily and walk out and sit at a nearby bench.

You take off your socks and put on your new heels. You clip them close and fix your hair into a ponytail that’ll stick out the back of the baseball cap. Lastly, the chain. You decide on the left to hold the chain. You put your socks in the bag, grab out the nearly identical chain and head to the picture-taking area. ‘Luckily I did my makeup before this or I’d be totally screwed.’

As you approached you saw the group of girls you were working with today huddled by Mr. Ito. You quickly slid into the group to not miss anything, luckily it seemed he’d just started. “Good afternoon ladies. Today's shoot is a big one so make sure you put in as much effort as you can and do your best. Whatever number you have on your jersey is the player you’ll be working with today. They are going in numerical order number one starting here behind us down to the left. Have fun ladies.” Mr. Ito sent us off with a wave of a hand and the girls flooded the area looking for their partner.

As you followed the many individual white backgrounds you made it to lucky number seven. Your body suddenly felt hot and sweaty and your heart began to race. As you approach, He looks to be in deep thought staring down at the ground. “Uh, Mr.Sato?” you managed to make yourself speak. You now stood in front of him. His head snapped up from his view of the ground. “Uh yes?” He spoke, sounding slightly spooked. You held a hand out for him to grab. “I’m y/n. I’ll be the model working with you today.” You gave a gentle wide smile. “It’s nice to meet you”. He studied your hand momentarily before grabbing it and shaking it gently.

“Nice to meet you too.” He returned the smile. ‘Ugh, he doesn’t know what that smile does to me’. You bite your inner cheek to stop you from biting your lip. “I brought you a pant chain so we could match since I have one.” You hold up the chain. “I hope you don’t mind. It’s totally fine if you don’t want to wear it. I can Just ta-” Your rambling is cut off by him grabbing the chain and putting his hand up to dismiss your rambling.

‘It’s alright I don’t mind. But might I say you have some pretty good taste in accessories…” He says inspecting the item. You felt warm and bubbly inside. Your cheeks felt hot like fire, and you were sure they were bright red. “Thank you” you smile sheepishly as you watch carefully as his fingers play with the buckle of the chains to clip them onto his pants.

Images of late nights with your fingers between your legs wishing they were his popped in your head as you watched. His hand flexed, and it made your knees weak. You were staring so hard you didn’t realize he had finished putting it on. Him clearing his throat brought you back to reality. You mentally slapped yourself for getting caught. “Sorry,” you say sheepishly. He chuckled. He chuckled. ‘God, his voice is attractive, he’s attractive. GAH I need him so baaaddd’.

“It’s alright. Mr. Ito said you guys would be in charge of the poses we do and props used-” ‘You can use me as a prop if you know what I mean.”. “Yes we were tasked to pick out multiple poses to try for the shoot. Only the best will make it into the magazine.” You speak with sudden annoyedness. “Kind of sucks that the fun ones never make it in.” You say and sigh.

This sparked a chuckle from him. “Yeah, I guess you’re right..Now what's first?” He asked clapping his hands together. “So for the first one I was thinking we could capture the back of the Jerseys.” he looked confused. “So like our backs are facing the camera and our thumbs are pointing towards the number on the back of the jersey.” He nods in agreement.

“Then I was thinking we could do something with the baseball bat. So where I’m standing in front of you with my hands on the bat. Afterward, we could do some back-to-back shots and solo pictures. Or even pictures with a Large number seven.” You shrug as your ideas pile out. He nods in agreement with the ideas. “Yeah, it sounds good to me.” He smiles and positions himself right of the middle of the background and turns around. You follow him but move to the left more and point your thumbs to your back, turning around.

You heard the flashes of the camera quite a bit before they stopped. “Ok now let me grab the bat and You figure out what face you wanna make. You made your way to the basket with baseball bats in it and you could swear you felt a pair of eyes on you the whole time. You make your way back and stand in front of him. You flip the bat upside down and place your forearms on it. Almost leaning on it. You bend over with your ass nearly touching Ken. “Is this alright?” You question not turning around. You waited a few seconds and didn’t get a response. You were about to turn your head when you felt slender fingers on your waist pulling you back so you were now currently touching Ken freaking Sato.

You put a smile on your face and a few smirks as the photos were being taken. Though your face displayed a calm professional look you were burning hot. By the end of it you could have sworn you felt something poking your ass. As the shoot progressed you felt lingering gazes from Ken, long touches, and the eye contact got longer. You’d be out of your mind if you said it wasn’t turning you on.

By the end of the shoot, you were hot and bothered. “It looks like we’re all done!” You turn around to face Ken. “This was fun.” You smile at him and all you get in return is a small nod. It disappointed you to say the least. ‘Did he not like having to partner up with me? Maybe it was the girly chain I gave him, it could’ve been the poses.’ You were so lost in thought you didn’t realize you were staring.

When you came back to you realize Ken was staring at you intensely and he had some kind of glint in his eye. You try to rub your legs together discreetly. Partially because you felt like you wanted to disappear with his intense gaze on you. You could tell he knew what you were doing from the way his eyes flicked down and then back up. You really wished you could roll up into a ball and pretend you didn’t exist.

“Do you think you could show me where the bathroom is?” His words broke the deep silence. You blinked a few times, the words sinking in. “Oh..uh yeah, Of course. Follow me.” You turn on your heel and begin walking away. The walk there is dead silent. You never understood the term you could hear a pin drop, until today. You felt his eyes all over you. It made you shiver.

As you two were walking you nearly passed a family bathroom. As you were about to pass it you felt a hand grab yours and pull you into the bathroom. As you were pulled in you were pushed against the door. Lo and behold Ken Sato stood in front of you. You felt him lean in and then heard the door lock. Your heart was racing at this point and your face felt hot once more.

Ken put an arm above your head and rested it on the door. His other hand was used to grab your chin and tilt it upward to see his face directly. He leaned in for a kiss. Your eyes were bolted wide open in shock. ‘Is this really happening, please be real please be real’. Your eyes slowly fluttered close as you returned the kiss.

The kiss started slow and passionate but quickly turned heated full of lust. His lips felt soft on yours and tasted like.. Cherries? Your tongues danced against each other as they both fought for dominance. Ken’s tongue came out on top. You both separated to catch some air. “You know,” He said in between breaths. “I’ve had my eye out for you for a while now”. He spoke while he trailed kisses down your neck. His tongue moved smoothly down your neck as he littered it with hickeys. Sucking and biting on your skin red marks began to appear across your neck and collarbone.

Soft murmurs of delight fell from your lips. “That’s funny because…I’ve had my eye on you for quite a while now too.” You laugh softly but it is quickly replaced by a pleasurable wince. His hands found their way into your shirt and under your bra. He lifted the bra up enough for your boobs to fall out into his hands. His fingers pinched and pulled at your already hard nipples. Quiet moans were pulled from your throat.

He chuckled at your comment. “Yeah? That so?” His voice sounded low and breathy. It made your knees weak. “Mmm yeah,” You say mildly out of breath. His mouth latched onto your right nipple. His tongue swirled around the nub and nibbled on it while his left hand toyed with your free nipple. Your moans got louder at the new sensation.

After sucking on your nipple for a time that satisfied him. He let go of your nipple with a pop. His hands traced your waist down to your hips and snuck behind to grab your ass. He gave it a firm squeeze and a nice slap. This received a surprised gasp from you. His hands then fell to your thighs as he fell to his knees.

He lifted one of your legs over his shoulder giving him a better view of your sex. He began to kiss your inner thigh. Repeating the same process he did on your neck until he stopped. You watched him in anticipation. “What’s this?” he says, bringing a hand up and tracing the now visible tattoo that read eat me. “Tsk tsk tsk, never would’ve thought you of all people would have something like this.” He looked up at you. “But if I may?” He asked with a raised brow.

It made you a hell of a lot wetter than what you would like to admit. “Yes,” You said quicker than you’d like to. He chuckled at your fast response. “No worries sweetheart, I’m not going anywhere.”. He moved your leg out further to get better access between your thighs. He ran a thumb down the center of your panties, “My…Someone’s excited”. You internally died.

He moved your panties to the side and ran a finger down your slit. A trail of your arousal followed. Retracting the finger he licked his finger clean. He let out a sound of satisfaction. He grabbed the waistband of your underwear and pulled them down pulling them down one of your legs so they dangled over the other. He wasted no time stuffing his face between your legs.

He licked a stride between your folds with a flat tongue gathering all of your slick. His tongue retracted and did the same motion twice more. Your head is now up against the door and your mouth is agap. His pace is agonizingly slow. He began sucking on your clit which made your moaning louder. You put your hands in his hair. His hair is unsurprisingly soft, silky, and smooth.

You pushed his face into your cunt for further satisfaction. As he continued to suck on your clit you felt something penetrate your hole. It was his fingers. ‘I knew those slender fingers wouldn’t disappoint.’. ‘Mmm fuck!” you spoke out, dragging the word out. His eyes remained on you taking in the way your eyebrows furrowed and your eyes sealing shut. The way your hands gripped his hair made him feel like his pants had just shrunk.

This is even better than what you imagined on your late nights alone. The pace of his fingers quickened and your walls clenched around them. Your thighs clamped around his head when he hit the right spot. “Ahh~! Mm right there” you moan out loudly. “Shh sweetheart don’t want us getting caught do you?”. The thought of someone catching you made you wetter. “Mm, but I guess you’d like that huh? Dirty girl”. He let out a chuckle. The vibrations go straight to your heat.

It felt as though a tight knot had formed in your stomach itching to be untied. Your grip on his hair got tighter as you grinded on his face chasing your release. You felt his tongue flicking and sucking on your clit faster. No head you ever got felt this good. Your breaths shortened and got higher. You let out a loud moan before you reached your climax. Your cum and arousal are being caught by Ken’s tongue. Your rock-solid grip on his hair loosened and your breathing began to steady.

You took a few deep breaths. As he pulled away his chin was shining in the light from your juices. “I just wanna stay between here for hours. Gah, you taste so good.”. He said licking his lips, removing your leg from his shoulder, and standing up tall.

You’re standing against the door with your chest heaving while Ken Sato stands above you. You’ve finally come back, to and see Ken just staring at you. “What is there something on my face?” You question while patting your face in search of the unknown article. He laughs “You’re leaned up against a door with no panties on and that’s what you’re worried about?” He raises a brow at you.

You smile, “I mean yeah, I can’t be getting fucked by the Ken Sato and looking a hot mess.” You laugh. He hums “If I didn’t know any better I’d say you’ve been thinking a lot about this” He puts a hand to his chin. You look away, “Whaaat noo”. He doesn’t seem convinced but he drops it. “Well I know just the thing to get your mind off it” he smirks, grabs your hand and brings you to the countertop. He pushes you against it and pulls your head back gently so you can face yourself in the mirror.

“I want your eyes on the mirror at all times ok? You can do that for me sweetheart can’t you?” He asks whilst unzipping his pants. “Hell yeah, I can” You pride yourself in the way you could keep eye contact with certain things. Let’s just say you always won a staring contest. “You sound pretty sure..Better not disappoint.” He leaned against you and whispered in your ear.

He lifted your skirt up and grabbed his cock running it up and down your folds, gathering your slick before lining himself up and slowly pushing in. You wince at the burning stretch. From what you felt he wasn’t very thick, about a little over average but he sure was long. You shut your eyes tight, the stretch feeling to be too much. Your eyes opened just as fast as they closed when you felt a harsh slap on your ass.

“Thought you said you could keep your eyes on the mirror…Fuuck.” His head fell back as he bottomed out. The look on his face made you clench around him. “If you keep wrapping around me like that I’ll cum before I even start.” he began moving slowly, each slow thrust made you yearn for more. His pace began to quicken and the sound of skin on skin was now very audible.

You regret being cocky when you said you could keep your eyes on the mirror. He was hitting all the right places and the view from the mirror wasn’t helping. The pussy drunk look on his face mixed with his toned flexed arms made you want to come undone right then and there. Moans spilled out like a prayer. He let out a few grunts and moans here and there. His hands were tight on your hips, sure to leave a bruise or two.

“You know, that little stunt you pulled out there back at the shoot. Fuck…It was a real dirty move.” He says slowly trying to keep concentration on the rhythm of the thrust. He brought a hand up to your neck and gripped it tight but light enough so you could breathe. His thrust got harsher pounding you down on his cock. Your eyes rolled back into your head when he hit your g-spot, your gummy walls clamping down on him once more.

“Ahh, YES, fuck! Right there…Keep going” you managed to get out. You moved a hand up onto the mirror for more stabilization, the grip on the sink wasn’t enough. The fucked out look on yours and his face was embedded into your head, never to be forgotten. “Yeah, right there sweetheart? What do ya say, hm?” his voice was degrading. You lock eyes with him in the mirror “Mmm please, ahhh~ please keep going.” Your voice was desperate and whiny.

“Since you’ve asked so nicely” he continuously rams into the same spongy spot, rearranging your guts. Another hand left your side and went in between your thighs rubbing and pinching your clit. You were seeing stars at this point. Trying your best to keep your eyes on the now slightly foggy mirror. The same knotted feeling from earlier came back in the pit of your stomach.

“Ah! Ken, m’cuming!” you say mouth a jar and head fogged. “Yeah? C’mon sweets give it to me. I know you can” his words push you over the edge and the coil in your stomach snaps. Your breathing is heavy as your chest rises and falls. The thrust continues as Ken fucks you through your orgasm and chases after his release. The continued stimulation on your clit plus the thrusting becomes too much for your overstimulated body. “Ah ah! Ken mmm s-slow down”. His pace doesn’t let down. “S’too much” Your fingers are bent in on the mirror giving up on trying to stay focused on it.

Your head is hanging low between your shoulders. “Mmm, fuck. I know you can take it sweetheart…mm, ah. You’re doing so…so fucking good.” he whines in the last few words. The rhythm of the thrust begins to falter as his climax approaches. His pace finally lets down as he finishes inside. After he finishes he stays in and continues to toy with your clit determined to give you a third orgasm. You clench down on him. “C’mon sweetheart, give it to me,” he says, voice demanding.

The coil breaks again and you squirt everywhere. Ken continues flicking your clit stimulating you through your orgasm. Your breathing is raspy. “Fuuuck, I haven’t been fucked that good like ever.” You say laughing at your own comment and removing your hand from the mirror. “I can’t believe you came inside. You better hope I don’t end up pregnant. I don’t want to be involved in a scandal.” You say looking at him in the mirror. He pulls out and slaps your ass.

He smirks, “I wouldn’t mind having a mini-me around.”

[astra-ravana]

Basic Numerology

Every letter of the alphabet holds a numerical weight. These numbers each vibrate with a different frequency and affect our energies and lives in different ways. The value of each letter is:

1: A, J, S

2: B, K, T

3: C, L, U

4: D, M, V

5: E, N, W

6: F, O, X

7: G, P, Y

8: H, Q, Z

9: I, R

Each person has their own set of numerical frequencies which influence our lives in various ways. The most significant influences are as follows:

Life Path Number-

Arguably the most important numbers in your personal numerology. Represents one's path in life, their greatest lessons, and their greatest areas for opportunity and growth. This number is calculated using only your date of birth.

Example: A birthday of January 1st, 1999 would equate to: 01/01/1999= 0+1+0+1+1+9+9+9=30 =3+0=3. So the life path number is 3.

Note: Never reduce the numbers 11, 22, or 33. These are master numbers.

Soul Number-

Your soul number reflects your innermost thoughts, habits, and instinctual reactions. It is also representative of your talents, innermost desires, and the subconscious. Similar to the Moon placement of astrology. To calculate your soul number add together the values of all the vowels in your full birth name.

Example: Ann Marie Smith, vowels and values are- A(1), A(1), I(9), E(5), I(9), so 1+1+9+5+9=25=2+5=7. The soul number is 7.

Personality Number-

The personality number is like your book's cover or mask and reveals insights into your social persona and how we present ourselves to others. It can be calculated by adding together the value of all the consonants in your full birth name.

Example: John Allen Dover, consonants and values are- J(1), H(8), N(5), L (3), L(3), N(5), D(4), V(4), R(9), so 1+8+5+3+3+5+4+4+9=42=4+2=6. In this case the personality number is a 6.

Destiny Number-

Destiny numbers can help reveal our life's purpose, our reason to keep going, even our greatest goals and desires. To calculate this valuable number, add the values of all the letters in your full birth name.

Example: Tasha Lynn Cole, values of letters are- T(2), A(1), S(1), H(8), A(1), L(3), Y(7), N(5), N(5), C(3), O(6), L(3), E(5), which becomes 2+1+1+8+1+3+7+5+5+3+6+3+5=50=5+0=5. So this destiny number is 5.

Name Numbers-

You can also calculate the numerological value of your preferred name, nickname, witch name, alias, etc. This will reveal the hidden power behind the chosen name as well as that aspect of yourself.

Example: Astra Ravana, values of the letters are- A(1), S(1), T(2), R(9), A(1), R(9), A(1), V(4), A(1), N(5), A(1), this becomes 1+1+2+9+1+9+1+4+1+5+1=35=3+5=8. So the name's number is 8.

Number Meanings

1

Element: Fire

Planet: Mercury/Sun

Color: Orange/black

Positive Traits: Leadership, intelligence, courage, creative, positive, independent, focused, drive, confidence

Negative Traits: Stubborn, selfish, tactless, egotistical

Keywords: New beginnings, innovation, manifestation

2

Element: Water

Planet: Moon

Color: Green/pink

Positive Traits: Patient, tolerant, agreeable, diplomatic, charming, supportive, nurturing

Negative Traits: Shy, unmotivated, oversensitive

Keywords: Trust, harmony, partnership, balance

3

Element: Fire

Planet: Mars/Jupiter/Mercury

Color: Red

Positive Traits: Popular, friendly, passionate, artistic, versatile, strong, hardworker

Negative Traits: Self centered, critical, vain

Keywords: Abundance, adventure, raising consciousness level

4

Element: Earth

Planet: Mercury/Uranus

Color: Blue/magenta

Positive Traits: Proud, reliable, dedicated, loyal, patient, down-to-earth

Negative Traits: Stubborn, jealous, stingy, extremists, disruptive

Keywords: Trust, inner wisdom, practicality, guardians, stability

5

Element: Air

Planet: Jupiter/Mercury

Color: Yellow

Positive Traits: Adventurous, dramatic, passionate, free-thinking, intelligent, humorous

Negative Traits: Unreliable, greedy, envious

Keywords: Change, life lessons, adaptability, resourcefulness

6

Element: Earth

Planet: Venus

Color: Grey/light blue

Positive Traits: Peacemaker, charming, artistic, loyal, intelligent, kind

Negative Traits: Selfish, picky, nagging, brooding

Keywords: Love, home, family, temperance, balance, equalibrium

7

Element: Water

Planet: Saturn/Neptune

Color: White/silver

Positive Traits: Mystical, thoughtful, intuitive, quiet, analytical, spiritual, philosophical

Negative Traits: Shy, moody, critical

Keywords: Psychic abilities, introspection, learning, spiritual awakening

8

Element: Earth

Planet: Uranus/Saturn

Color: Teal

Positive Traits: Power and fortune, wise, charitable, brave, confident, successful

Negative Traits: Egotistical, materialistic, depressed

Keywords: Struggle/delay, research, wealth, infinite possibilities

9

Element: Fire

Planet: Mars/Pluto

Color: Purple

Positive Traits: Pioneering, adventurous, inspirational, curious, emotionally intelligent,  heroic

Negative Traits: Unconcerned, lost in thought, self-pittying, guarded

Keywords: Courage, energy, major events, conclusions, prosperity, rewards

Master Numbers

Less is known in regard to the (sometimes controversial) master numbers, but the following information is what is generally agreed upon.

11

Positive Traits: Psychic, intuitive, visionary, deep thinker, powerful, influential a

Negative Traits: Perfectionist, impatient, reactive

Keywords: Gifts, answered prayers, wishes, good luck, aligned karma, synchronicities, serendipity, enlightenment, validation of beliefs

22

Positive Traits: Master manifester, lucky, practical, creative, innovative, talented, dynamic, successful

Negative Traits: Materialistic, workaholic, stubborn

Keywords: Ideas, creative vision, new projects, home/where you belong, influential conversation, growth, good choices, manifestation

33

Positive Traits: Compassionate, determined, courageous, altruistic, generous, wise, brilliant, kind

Negative Traits: Moody, picky, critical

Keywords: Deep spiritual knowledge, the occult, the beauty in life, self-love/care, perfection, peace, significant improvement, Spirit's support

[sleepiebvnnnie]

P l a y b a c k

sweet – cigarettes after sex

01 : 00 ━━●───── 04 : 53

rating : fluff , drabble

word count : 218

ft . '09 tom kaulitz · intended male reader )

parental advisory : none

a / n : im so sorry . . . ive been super unmotivated , especially with school . but i will try to get the motivation to write more !

The camera clicks , the red dot blinking every few seconds . The video starts playing , it ’ s just ( m / n ) laughing at something , maybe a joke ? There was no context given . The video cut again , blacking out before tuning into another clip .

This time ( m / n ) had a more serious look, well it wasn ’ t totally serious , but more of a tired expression . “ I don ’ t want to work today , ” ( m / n ) whined though it came out more like a groan . It wasn’t obvious who he was directing his words to. The staff behind the camera ? Or the person whose hand was running through his hair ! ?

A “ mhm . . ” was picked up through the microphone before the room went quiet . The only thing accompanied was talking voices in the background that washed out in the end . 

( m / n ) exhaled a soft sigh before turning to lay on his side , hands coming up to let his head rest on them. “ ‘ m soo tired , ” he would mumble , making his sentence a tad exaggerated . “ i wanna go home .. “ was added on . 

The mysterious figure spoke up once again , “ you’re not the only one wishing that . “ Their hand running through ( m / n ) ’ s hair a second time . 

The screen panned out , capturing this unknown figure . Tom Kaulitz, and right as it focused, the camera blacked out. Fin.

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[glassofspoiledmilk]

omg I was trying to send in a request but I'm not sure if it went through cuz my internet cut off😭😭 hope you're doing well though！

originally was asking for a Yuri Plisetsky x Reader🥲 s/o that's really enamored by him, blushes n gushes over him！would love to cling onto him all the time, but refrains from dumping too much physical affection :p sorry if the first one went through but I couldn't tell 😭

First kiss

“If you kiss me, will it be just like I dreamed it?”

WC: 0.9k

Synopsis: You and Yuri have been dating for a while, while you love physical affection…he seems to be a little hesitant. This refrained you from kissing him, but he decides to change that.

“Hey Yuri, would you wanna go out tonight?” I ask as I wipe the snow off my blade, a smile plastered on my face.

“Sure, I’ll have to check with Lilia though, you know how much of a bitch she can be” He scoffs as he unties his laces.

“Awe cmon you know it’s just cause she cares!” I say as I ruffles his hair lightly.

His faces blushes a sweet shade of pink.

“Yea I guess..” He says, averting my gaze.

I let out a slight laugh.

Yuri had never been too big on physical affection. He always gets incredibly embarrassed at the smallest things, like if I hold his hand or move a piece of hair out of his face.

However, this has stopped me from doing anything more than just hand holding, specifically kissing. I’ve always wanted to kiss him, but judging by the way he gets embarrassed, and the numerous amounts of time he’s told me about his dislike for physical affection, I’ve refrained from doing so.

“Where would you wanna go? I think there’s a new Italian place nearby, but I’ll have to check” I add as I throw my skates into my bag.

“Sure, sounds nice” he replies, a faint blush still lingering on his cheeks.

“Wear something cute ok?~” I wink as I get up to leave.

“Yea yea…” he says, looking away with a much redder blush than before.

“Love you, bye!” I add as I start on my way out the door.

“Love you too..” he grumbles, trying hard to fight off a smile.

I walk down the surprisingly warm streets of St. Petersburg. Spring was setting in, and days were getting longer, the perfect date night setting might I add.

I push open the door to my house and walk up to my bedroom.

I tiredly plop down on my bed and change out of my sweaty practice clothes.

After throwing on a comfortable pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt, I looked in my closet for something nice.

Even if he wasn’t able to go out tonight, I still wanted to be prepared.

I decided on a white and blue floral dress to match the spring aesthetic, along with a cute pair of white heels. As I lay the outfit out on my bed I get a notification from my phone.

I quickly pull it out of my pocket, and see a text from Yuri.

“Hey, Lilia’s ok with me going out, what time were you thinking?” It read.

“Maybe 5:00?” I replied.

“See you then” he responds.

I shut off my phone and smile to myself excitedly.

Before it know it, it’s 4:00.

I hop into the shower and quickly wash my hair before stepping into the dress I picked out earlier. I carefully applied my makeup and curled my hair before placing on my heels and walking out the door.

“Bye mom, I love you!” I yell as I step outside.

The walk to the restaurant was a short one, only a bit further than the ice rink.

The time was 5:01, and as I approached the restaurant I saw Yuri standing outside in a white button down, and black dress pants.

“Well don’t you look gorgeous!” I say, greeting him.

He smiles slightly.

“Could say the same for you” he says blushing, a slight nervous tone in his voice.

We step inside and are greeted by the hostess.

“Table for two please” I say with a smile.

She brings us to a table in the corner of the restaurant, next to a big window.

“Did you have to convince Lilia to let you come?” I ask as I sit down.

“Only a little, but I promised to do extra conditioning tomorrow so she let me go” he replies.

“She’s really that strict with you?” I laugh.

“Yea, she acts like she’s my mom” he rolls his eyes.

The waiter comes over and we order our drinks, I got soda, he got apple juice.

“Apple juice, how classy” I chuckle.

“And soda’s more appropriate?” He laughs.

“Touché” I smile.

There’s a beat of silence before Yuri speaks.

“You know, you look very…nice tonight” he says averting my gaze.

“Awe, thanks. You look exceptionally handsome tonight yourself” I smile, slightly shocked.

It wasn’t often Yuri gave sweet compliments like that, but when he does, he means it.

“Thanks..” he smiles, the familiar blush plastered on his face.

“You don’t usually say stuff like that, what’s up?” I ask with a smile.

“I-I don’t know…I guess I’m just happy to be with you…that’s all” he says genuinely.

I smile and brush a stray piece of hair behind his ear.

“I’m happy to be with you too Yuri~” I smile, still leaning forward.

There was a comforting silence, one where we could just look into each others eyes and understand what the other was saying without any words.

I felt his hand move hesitantly on the table, and then up to my face.

Before I knew it, he had pulled me in and kissed me.

I was caught off guard, but when I realized what was happening, I happily returned the action.

It was sweet and warm, and god I didn’t want it to end.

When he pulled away, I looked at him.

His eyes were wide, cheeks a fiery shade of red, and a lovesick look all over his face.

“Thank you..” I smile gently.

“No problem…” he replies with a slight smile.

And even though Yuri doesn’t show his emotions up front, you could tell he was happy.

A/N: I’m back! (Hopefully 😭) thank you anon for requesting 💞. I might start writing some criminal minds stuff so if any of you guys have any requests let me know! But other than that, happy reading!

[lcvekatsuki]

. . c h a p t e r 01 . . .

“struggling to find my way”

The bus ride was shakey and bumpy as it swayed across the city of Musutafu, Japan. My hands clung tightly to the metal bar that was above my head. I could hear the beats of my heart pumping through my ribs.

I was going to the best police department in the world, UAPD ( U.A police department) it would be an understatement if I said I was nervous. I looked out the window seeing the sun beaming against the city’s tall scrapers. People bustling around and walking trying to find their purpose.

I always had a thing of wanting to help people or maybe even save them? But there was always one person in your life, you can’t save.

My phone rang from out of my purse, picking it up I see the caller id.

Akio.

My brother who’s been on the run for two years and I helped him. Even if I wanted to I couldn’t say no, he was my . . . Brother. But now im stuck in a rabbit hole because of him.

I swiped answer on the phone and lifted the phone to my ear. “Akio you know you can’t call me on this phone, they’ll track you and they will find your location.” I whispered my face filled with disdain.

If anyone knew about this, I could go to jail and I would lose my opportunity to be a cop.

“Sis c’mon , they probably forgot about me. It’s been two years, and relax this is a burner phone.” He chuckled causing me to glare.

It confuses me how calm he could be in this situation , he is a run away criminal. I took a deep breath and looked at the phone. “Okay, okay, just stay safe and stay indoors. I’m going to pay your rent and send you the money next week, kay?” I questioned leaning my head back further into the seat.

Since he was a criminal , he was also flat out broke and couldn’t get a job because it would alert all the high end police. Posters with his face were everywhere , so I took it of myself to pay his rent and give him money.

Which meant I had to work triple jobs, and it barely covered my small apartment as well. Thats why I want to become a police officer, it pays well and im doing something I love.

Greedy I know.

“Got it baby sis, thanks a lot for everything . Love ya !” He chimed causing a tiny smile to form on my lips. Waving goodbye to him , I close the video chat call.

The bus made an abrupt stop and i knew was my stop. I could see the UAPD’s huge building in the distance. Sliding my phone in my purse I walk out the bus.

Clutching it tightly my sneakers kissed the concrete as I walked towards the large building. Remeber when I said it was huge , yeah it’s bigger than that.

I breathed in and out as I looked at the large sign ontop that said UA police department. Opening the glass doors, collecting eyes from people waiting in the building. I lifted my ID that hung around my neck, letting them know that I now work here.

Entering the elevator, I was about to press floor number 2 until a girl with pink frizzy Afro hair and beautiful brown carmel skin ran to it sliding in . (yes i imagine mina black when its quirkless , im sorry if you don’t . just imagine something else)

She huffed and breathed loudly with her hands on her knees. “H…h..hi im Ashido Mi…Mina.” She managed to say lifting her hand up.

I was hesitant but I lifted my hand up to hers giving it a firm shake. “L/n Y/n.” I firmly said as I glanced at the necklace that hanged around her neck , a detective badge.

Mina giggled as she saw where my eyes landed. “Sometimes I don’t even know how I landed the job.” She teased. “Also , are you new ? I never saw you around.”

I nodded my head softly, pressing my palms together as the elevator started to move. “I’m a rookie in training… this is um, my first day on the job.” I sighed as I was token surprised my Mina’s arm being wrapped around me.

She squealed as she held my so tight I felt like my circulation was cutting off. “You’re such a cutie Y/n ! Oh wait I can call you by your first name right?” She questioned as her big brown eyes looked at me , batting her long eyelashes.

Mina seemed very nice, at the academy I had 2 friends. But they weren’t like Mina, Asuka and Kyoko would always make nasty comments on how I didn’t deserve to be at the academy.

And they were right.

“Um , yeah you can. Can… I call you also by your first name?” I squeak out nervously, maybe I was misinterpreting everything maybe she didn’t want to be my friend-

My legs felt like they were being lifted off the floor as Mina picked me up and spun me around, causing me to let out a little snort.

“Ofcourse you can girl ! We’re deft going to be best friends.” She giggled as she put me down , the elevator dinged and the doors opened. We both walked into room 1-A , it was surprising that we were both in the same zone.

Mina then paused as she face palmed. “Oh shit , I forgot my phone downstairs I’ll be back Y/n.” She yelled already taking off.

I couldn’t help but giggle quietly as I opened the glass door , the room was almost full with some seats empty . there were different officers from different branches present in the room , I could see from their tags around their neck.

I pursed my lips as I walk toward the back , sitting in an empty chair that was two seats away from a guy with an electric bolt in his yellow hair . Murmuring was present but I ignored it , already used to it , I plugged my AirPods in my ear as I waited for everything to start .

A few minutes passed by an empty chairs soon to be filling up . a large figure with red pretty hair sat next to me , I would steal glances at him admiring his hair .

I wonder if it’s soft or not .

Our eyes caught each others and he was about to speak to me until a loud voice and looming figure was in front of me. “The fuck are you doing in my seat?” Bakugou hissed , his crimson eyes looked down at me like I was the most disgusting thing he ever saw .

And that’s when it clicked , it was THE sergeant Bakugou Katsuki . The prodigy of the police academy , everyone knew his name . His remarkable marks on every test , outstanding skills, am-

“Do you fucking hear me you deaf extra?” He spat in my face , his eyes were scrunched like he was threatening me . I looked around and saw everyone was staring at me , I swallowed hardly , and gathered my stuff with a trembling hand and quickly walked upfront .

I could fear a tear forming from my eyes and racing down my skin . Why am I crying ? Why can’t I stop ? I quickly wiped the tear away as I lowered my head .

Soon the room was packed and chairs were filled , a commanding figure with bags under his eyes and black messy long hair . I could already tell it was Commander Shota Aizawa. He was the one who hand-picked me to join UAPD.

“Settle down and listen up , we have fresh blood joining us today . ” he crossed his arms with a slight smirk as he looked at me .

“Introduce yourself , rookie . ”

[bubbblesss000]

~Forget me not~

SERIES MASTERLIST // BLOG MASTERLIST

She's a ghost of a love long lost-his wife, his home, and now a stranger. Between distant horizons and dangerous hunts, Ging Freecs returns to her side, again and again, chasing a memory that may never come back.

an Ging Freecs x reader fanfiction

~01~ The beginning

The dust swirled around her worn leather boots, coating everything in a fine, ochre film. Y/N coughed, pulling her bandana higher over her nose. The air in the crumbling ruins was thick with the scent of decay and forgotten things. This was her first independent expedition as a licensed Ruins Hunter. And frankly, it was a bit underwhelming.

The map, acquired from a dubious source in Yorknew City's black market, promised untold riches and historical significance. So far, all Y/N had found were crumbling walls, bat droppings, and enough spiders to populate a small country. She was 15, newly minted as a Hunter, and already questioning her life choices.

A sudden crash echoed from deeper within the structure, followed by a low whistle. Y/N's hand instinctively went to the rusty machete strapped to her thigh. Has someone else found this forgotten place? A rival treasure hunter? Or worse, a territorial beast?

She cautiously moved toward the sound, navigating the treacherous terrain of fallen stones and overgrown vines. Peeking around a shattered archway, she saw him.

He was leaning against a crumbling pillar, kicking at a loose stone with his worn boot. He was about her age, maybe a little older. His unruly, spiky hair defied gravity, and his clothes looked like they had seen better decades. He held a tattered map in his hand, creasing his brow in concentration. Y/N recognized him instantly. Ging Freecss. A prodigy, whispered about in Hunter circles.

He looked up, startled, his dark eyes meeting hers. "Oh, hey," he said, a lazy grin spreading across his face. "Didn't see you there."

Y/N lowered her machete, feeling a blush creep up her neck. "Ging Freecss?" she asked, the words coming out a little breathless.

"Yep," he replied, popping the 'p'. "And you are...?"

"Y/N," she mumbled, then cleared her throat. "Just, uh, Y/N."

"So, Y/N," Ging said, pushing off the pillar. "What brings you to this delightful pile of rubble?"

"The map," she said, holding up her own tattered version. "Said there were… valuables."

Ging chuckled. "Yeah, the map's a bit optimistic. I haven't found anything more valuable than a particularly well-preserved cockroach."

Y/N's shoulders slumped. Great. Not only was the ruin a bust, but Ging Freecss was here too. Her chances of finding anything now were practically zero.

"But," Ging continued, his eyes twinkling, "that doesn't mean it's a complete loss. There are some interesting structural features. See how this archway is constructed? The keystone placement is remarkably advanced for this region." He launched into an explanation of the architectural intricacies of the ruin, using hand gestures and pointing out subtle details Y/N had completely missed.

She listened, surprised by his enthusiasm. He wasn't just looking for treasure; he was genuinely fascinated by the ruin itself. As he spoke, she noticed things she hadn't before – the intricate carvings hidden beneath layers of grime, the way the sunlight filtered through the shattered roof, highlighting the layers of history etched into the stone.

"So," Ging said, finally pausing for breath. "Interested in exploring the rest of this place together? Two sets of eyes are better than one."Y/N hesitated. Working with Ging Freecss? It was intimidating. But she couldn't deny the allure of learning from him. "Okay," she said, a small smile playing on her lips. "Let's do it."

Together, they navigated the labyrinthine ruins. Ging, with his uncanny intuition, pointed out hidden passages and crumbling staircases. Y/N, with her meticulous attention to detail, unearthed small artifacts – fragments of pottery, rusted tools, and even a surprisingly intact, if slightly dusty, tapestry.

As the sun began to dip below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple, they reached the central chamber of the ruin. It was larger than the others, and in the center stood a crumbling altar.

"This is it," Ging said, a hint of excitement in his voice. "I think this is where the main event happened."

They carefully examined the altar, brushing away layers of dust and debris. Beneath it, they found it. A small, intricately carved wooden box, sealed with ancient wax.

Ging carefully broke the seal. Inside, nestled on a bed of faded velvet, was a single, smooth, grey stone. It didn't gleam, it didn't sparkle, but it pulsed with a faint, almost imperceptible energy.

"Not exactly gold," Y/N said, a little disappointed.

Ging picked up the stone, turning it over in his hand. "This isn't about the money, Y/N," he said, his voice soft. "This is about the story. About understanding the people who came before us. This stone… It's a piece of their history. And now, it's a piece of ours."

He looked at her, a genuine smile on his face. "Besides," he added, winking. "I bet some collector would pay a small fortune for it." The glint in his eye told Y/N he was only half-joking.

As they emerged from the ancient ruins, they discovered that the sun had vanished beneath the horizon, casting the sky in a deep, inky black. “We should probably find a place to lay down our tents,” Y/N suggested, a playful glint in their eyes. “Unless, of course, you’d prefer to share your space with all the bugs we encountered in there.” A soft laugh escaped their lips, echoing into the encroaching darkness. Ging chuckled, the sound warm against the chill of the evening air. “I think I’ll take my chances with the bugs,” he replied, glancing back toward the shadowy outline of the ruins. “Besides, it’s not every day you unearth a piece of history. I’d rather sleep under the stars with a good story than in a stuffy tent.”

Y/N smiled, feeling a rush of camaraderie that surged between them like an electric current. “Fair enough,” they said, their eyes sparkling with mischief as they scanned the area for a suitable spot. They found a small clearing just beyond the trees, where a few soft blades of grass broke through the rocky ground.

As they spread out their sleeping bags, Y/N couldn’t shake off an unsettling feeling that lingered in their chest. “Do you think… do you think we should have left it there?” They glanced at Ging, who was now inspecting the stone more closely.

“Left what? The stone?” he asked playfully, raising an eyebrow.

“The stone,” Y/N replied earnestly. “What if it’s cursed or something? It’s ancient; who knows what kind of power it holds?”

Ging shrugged, his expression shifting to one of contemplation. “Maybe it is cursed. Or maybe it’s just waiting for someone to uncover its secrets.” He set the stone down on a flat rock beside him and looked up at Y/N with earnest eyes. “Think about it—every artifact has its own story, its own purpose. We’re part of that now.”

The wind rustled through the trees, carrying with it whispers from ages past that seemed to echo around them. Y/N took a deep breath and settled onto their sleeping bag, allowing themselves to relax into the moment despite their lingering doubts.

“Alright then,” they said softly, feigning bravado as they turned to face Ging. “If this stone does unleash some ancient evil upon us in our sleep, I’m blaming you.”

Ging laughed again, his spirit infectious as he leaned back on his elbows beneath the expansive sky dotted with stars. “You know what? If anything happens tonight—if we wake up and find ourselves surrounded by ghostly figures or trapped in some epic quest—I promise to take full responsibility.” His voice dropped conspiratorially low. “And I’ll even let you pick our escape route.”

Y/N rolled their eyes but couldn’t help but smile at his enthusiasm. As darkness enveloped them further and crickets began their nightly symphony, they felt an odd sense of comfort despite uncertainty swirling around them like mist.

With one last glance at the grey stone resting peacefully under starlight—a silent sentinel holding mysteries untold—they closed their eyes and let sleep wash over them like a gentle tide.

. 

Y/N stepped back, surveying the partially restored temple. Weeks of relentless work had finally started to pay off. Carvings, once obscured by centuries of grime and overgrowth, now depicted fantastical creatures and long-forgotten stories. She was exhausted, covered head-to-toe in dirt, but a surge of satisfaction coursed through her.

"Not bad, huh?" Ging Freecss's voice startled her. He leaned against one of the newly erected pillars, a mischievous glint in his amber eyes. He, too, was covered in dirt, but somehow managed to look effortlessly cool.

Y/N nodded, a genuine smile gracing her lips. "It's incredible, Ging. We actually did it."

Ging pushed off the pillar and clapped her on the shoulder, a gesture that sent a small puff of dust into the air. “Incredible? You mean astonishing! This place is practically alive again.” He stepped closer, brushing his fingers over one of the carvings—a dragon coiled around a tree, its scales glinting in the fading sunlight. “It’s like they’re telling us their stories, don’t you think?” Y/N followed his gaze, her heart swelling with pride as she admired their handiwork. “I can almost hear them whispering,” she said softly, her voice filled with wonder. The air was thick with history, and each carving felt like a forgotten memory being resurrected.

"We did. Now, about that reward..." He rubbed his stomach theatrically. "I'm starving. How about we hit up that diner we saw on the way here?"

Y/N's stomach rumbled in agreement. A diner sounded like heaven after weeks of hard labor and questionable rations. "Sounds perfect."

The diner was a small, unassuming place, a beacon of warm light in the gathering dusk. The aroma of frying meat and freshly brewed coffee hung heavy in the air. They slid into a booth, the worn vinyl cool against their skin. A waitress, her hair pulled back in a tight bun, slapped down two greasy menus.

They ordered massive burgers and fries, and for a few blissful minutes, silence reigned as they devoured their food. As they chewed, the world outside the diner faded into a blur of headlights and shadows, the hum of conversation around them creating a cocoon of intimacy. Each bite was a revelation—juicy patties oozing with melted cheese, crisp lettuce crunching under their teeth, and the fries, golden and perfectly salted, were an irresistible companion. Laughter erupted from a nearby table where a group of friends celebrated something unseen, their joy infectious. Finally, with a contented sigh, Ging leaned back in his booth.

"So," Y/N began, wiping a dab of ketchup from her cheek. "Are you going to finally tell me something about yourself besides the fact that you're a brilliant, but infuriatingly vague, ruins-restoration expert?"

Ging chuckled. "Brilliant? I like the sound of that." He took a long sip of his soda, his eyes twinkling. "Where do I even begin?"

Y/N shrugged. "Anywhere. You've been a complete enigma since we met. I know you're a Hunter, obviously, but that's about it."

Ging ran a hand through his spiky hair, a rare moment of introspection clouding his usually carefree expression. "Alright, alright. Fire away."

He talked for a long time. He spoke of Whale Island, the place he called home, a small, secluded place teeming with wildlife. He spoke of his adventurous spirit, his insatiable curiosity about the world and its hidden secrets. He told her about leaving home, driven by an unyielding thirst for knowledge and a desire to explore the unknown.

He told her about the Hunter Exam, the challenges he faced, the friendships he forged. He spoke of the Nen, the aura that flowed through all living things, and the incredible power it granted those who could harness it. He described his own Nen ability, its complexity and his constant struggle to master it.

He didn't mention his family, Y/N had been curious about that, but she didn't press him. It was clear he was choosing what to reveal.

He spoke of his travels, the ancient ruins he'd explored, the dangerous wildlife he'd encountered, the people he'd met, each one adding another layer to his already complex understanding of the world. He talked about the thrill of discovery, the rush of adrenaline, the satisfaction of uncovering forgotten truths.

Y/N listened intently, captivated by his stories. It was a glimpse into a world she had only dreamt of, a world of adventure, danger, and endless possibilities. She found herself drawn to his passion, his unwavering curiosity, his genuine desire to understand the world and its mysteries.

As he spoke, Y/N realized that beneath the cocky exterior and the infuriating vagueness lay a deeply intelligent and complex individual. He was a man driven by a force that few could comprehend, a force that propelled him forward, always seeking the next challenge, the next mystery, the next adventure.

The diner around them slowly emptied, the waitress wiping down tables and turning off the lights one by one. The only sound was Ging's voice, weaving tales of distant lands and forgotten lore.

Finally, he stopped, a faint blush creeping up his neck. "Wow," he said, sheepishly. "Didn't realize I was rambling on so much."

Y/N smiled. "It was amazing, Ging. Thank you for sharing."

He met her gaze, his amber eyes filled with a mix of gratitude and something else, something she couldn't quite decipher. "No problem," he said, his voice softer than she'd ever heard it. "Maybe... maybe we can travel together, I’m thinking of hitting the dark continent."

Y/N's heart skipped a beat. "Sounds good to me”

Ging's eyes sparkled with a mix of excitement and mischief. “Really? You’d actually want to join me on such a wild adventure?”

“Why not?” Y/N replied, her pulse quickening at the thought. “I’ve always wanted to see the world. The dark continent sounds... exhilarating.”

The neon lights of the diner bled onto the dusty road as Ging Freecss and Y/N stepped out, the humid air clinging to them like a second skin. Y/N adjusted the strap of her worn backpack, the silence stretching between them after their shared late-night meal. At fifteen, they were both chasing something just beyond the horizon, a thirst for adventure that hummed beneath their skin.

Ging shoved his hands into his pockets, his gaze fixed on the distant, jagged peaks. "So," he began, his voice casual, "where do we start?"

Y/N shrugged, kicking a loose pebble with the toe of her boot. Her own dreams were vast, fuelled by stories of legendary artifacts and untold fortunes. Ging hummed in acknowledgement. As he looked at Y/N, something flickered in his mind.

He'd been traveling alone for so long, the solitude a constant companion. He was used to picking up information, discarding companions, and moving on. But Y/N...she was different. He saw a spark in her eyes, a boldness that mirrored his own.

[meguemii]

Hardly Friends.

01. Hurry up.

Pairings- Megumi x Reader, Slight Nobara x Yuji (mostly platonic) Yuta x Reader (fwb situation— brief mention in a few chapters)

Synopsis- Megumi and Y/N used to be inseparable as children and just started drifting apart when they start high school they meet again in college. But you are roommates with each others best friends. Nobara drags Y/N to a party one night without knowing Yuji had asked Megumi too, they start their journey to regain their lost friendship on a two week trip.

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Master List.

“Nobara I told you, I’m not gonna go to one of those annoying parties you and Yuji always go to!” you groaned into your phone as you put it on your vanity so you have a better view on facetime. “Y/N I just don’t understand why you don’t wanna go out? school is out for the next two months! we have the entire summer to be doing this kinda stuff!” She argued as she rolled her eyes at you.

“You know I’d rather sit around on my ass all day and watch stupid rom coms while making cringe pinterest boards.” you rolled your eyes in return. “Yeah whatever I don’t care, I’m picking you up at 9. so be ready at your door by 8:55.” She said flatly. “Nobara I’m not go-” you were cut off as she hung up the facetime. Groaning in annoyance seeing as how she got the last word. It was 6:46 now, you had about two hours to get ready to make yourself decent. Deciding to hop in the shower, fully exfoliating and shaving just incase.

You wrapped a towel around yourself as you stepped out of your shower and checked your phone quickly sending Nobara a quick text asking what to wear ‘get dressed up but still keep it lowk casual’ That’s easy. You can do that. Putting your phone on charge, blow drying your hair and putting on parachute pants, a cropped long sleeve black shirt and putting your hair back into a tight spiky bun and calling it a look you’re ready. Grabbing your phone to check the time and your battery percentage, it was at 73% and it was now 8:45. You had about 15 minutes before Nobara got here.

Walking out into the shared living room Yuji is in the kitchen putting booze into a cooler, “Hi yuu.” you greeted him. “Oh hey Y/N! You going out?” he asks looking you up and down. Almost playfully judging you for getting ready at this hour. “Yeah Nobara invited me to a party, I’m assuming it’s at Maki’s place.” you tell him as you plop down onto an island chair and rest your head in your palms. “Oh sick! Megumi and I are going to Maki’s tonight!” He said gleefully.

You’re and Yuji’s phone ding at the same time indicating your rides here and in sync you both say “___’s Here.” both of you giggled and put your shoes on at the door and you open it “ladies first!” you smirk at Yuji as he beams a smile and tips his imaginary hat. “why thank you m’lady” and you both giggle again while making your way down to the parking garage.

Nobara and Megumi took their own cars so you and Yuji say your goodbyes and get in the others car. “Are they going to Maki’s too?” Nobara asks as she pulls out of the parking garage. “Yeah, Yuji said they were. Also you look so cute! hello?!!” you gush at Nobara. “Stop” she over annunciates the ‘p’. “you’re such a cutie patootie Y/N.” humming in response you grab Nobara’s phone and put music on as you guys make your way to Maki’s.

Muffled music could be heard as You and Nobara made your way up to Maki’s home, pink and purple flashing lights could be seen through the windows and bodies all huddled around. Yuta’s car was parked outside the door and you smiled to yourself. You and Nobara made your way inside and was greeted with a sloshed Inumaki and Maki who greeted you both. “Y/N! I’m surprised to see you! Did Nobara drag you out?!” she yelled over the music and you laughed at her. “Yeah, she did! You think I’d be here voluntarily? No offense!” you yelled back. “Non taken! Glad to see you though!” She smiled and walked off to greet more people.

“I’m gonna go find Yuji! Are you going to be okay?” Nobara asked. “Yeah, I’ll be okay! I’m going to go find Yuta.” you replied and she just winked and walked off. Making your way through the home you have to shove past the crowds of people while you see Megumi sitting on the couch with some girl in his lap, nothing out of the ordinary for him. Not giving it a second thought you make your way into the kitchen to get a drink and there he is.

His face lit up as he made eye contact with you and walked over, “Y/N! You’re here! when’s the last time you came to one of these parties? I haven’t seen you in so long!” he asked as he slung an arm over your shoulder and took a sip from the red solo cup he was holding in the other hand. “Yeah it’s been a while, I haven’t been to one of these since.” you smiled leaning into him. “Where are my manners? Did you want something to drink?” he asked leading you towards to counter full of bottles and coolers full of different alcohols. “Yeah, I’ll take a shot of tequila” and he immediately pours you a shot and hands it to you. Throwing it back your face contorted in a gross manor and you put the shot glass down. “God I don’t know how you do that” he chuckled. Putting his arm back around your shoulder you walked back out into the living room to be met with crowds of people.

You two find a spot to sit on the couch, only room for one but that wasn’t a problem. You just sat on Yuta’s lap, simple conversation. You see a lot of your friends but they either just smile and wave or come and greet you with simple “Hey! haven’t seen you in so long” or “Hey Y/N, how’ve you been?”. Nothing really that caught your interest until you met a certain someone’s gaze. Megumi just looked at you and Yuta silently asking what was going on between you two. Not like he knew you two hooked up from time to time, not that it was his business. You waved your hand off as he just scoffed to himself and turned away to talk with someone else.

“You wanna go upstairs? I’m spending the night here, I got Inumaki’s room tonight.” He whispered in your ear as he rubbed circles on your back. “Thought you would never ask.” you giggled

Suddenly it was about 2:30am as you laid under the sheets with Yuta, checking your phone you had a few texts from Yuji and Nobara. 2 hours ago from Nobara ‘Hey, I’m leaving now. I’m assuming you’re with Yuta. Just wanted to let you know where i am’ and a text from Yuji, ‘Hey, I’m home and you clearly aren’t. wya?’ and there was another that read ‘I asked Nobara and she said you’re probably with Yuta. I’m going to sleep because I feel like shit. Call me if you need me.’ sighing you turn to look at Yuta who is scrolling on his phone. “Hey yu?” looking up at him, he smiles and looks down. “what’s up?” he asks. “I should probably get going” you say as you get up and start putting your clothes back on. “I would drive you home but I don’t think I’m safe to drive on the roads” he says apologetically. Waving your hands you say “nono don’t worry, I wouldn’t ask you to! I’m just gonna call Nobara to come get me.” as you dial her number and it rings a few times before she picks up. “hello?” a groggy voice comes through the phone and you sigh. “Sorry if I woke you up, can you come get me?” you say into the phone in a hushed voice. “I’m sorry girl, I’m too tired to drive right now. I’ll ask Megumi to come get you.” she says as she hangs up before you can protest once again. Sighing you sit back down and just talk to Yuta while you wait.

Heading a car pull into the driveway you check the window and it’s Megumi’s car. Receiving a text from someone under the contact name ‘Gumi’ you let out a soft chuckle. It’s been so long since you two had texted. The text was a simple ‘Hurry up.’ And that’s your que to go, saying your goodbyes to Yuta. Making your way downstairs and out the door you knock on his window to signal him to unlock the door, hearing a click you get in. “Thank’s for coming to get me.” he nodded and a quick hum in acknowledgment. There wasn’t any music and it was painfully awkward. You hadn’t been one on one with this guy since you were like 14. He finally broke the silence and asked “So you and Yuta?” he glances at you with a cocked brow. You looked up from your lap being snapped out of your trance. “It’s not like that, we just hook up sometimes” and he says a quick “gotcha”.

Arriving back to your building you bid a quick goodbye and thank him again. He waits for you to open the door to the lobby before leaving. Walking past the front desk women who give you a small smile and nod, you make your way to the stairs because you’re afraid of you took the elevator you’d vomit everywhere. Finally getting to your apartment you lock the door behind you, make your way to your room and jump into your bed, not bothering to change and you pass out. You last thought being ‘It’s going to be a long summer’.

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This doesn’t seem like a lot but like it does? This fic is heavily inspired by something I read two-ish years ago but I can’t remember where [sobs]

I hope the first chapter was good, it was in fact proof read but at 2am so do not hold me accountable for anything BECAUSE I AM SO TIRED. no but fr i hope this was good