#‘you coming back to me is against all odds and that’s a chance I’ve got to take’
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OC Deep Dive Questionnaire
Thank you for tagging me, @lynzishell! You are the best and I enjoyed reading about Atlas and Asher so much- their warmth and affection were so evident throughout the entire questionnaire! ❤️
For this I chose Sasha and Gideon. If anyone is interested in a different pair, I'd be glad to do it again!
Gideon: Oh, we’ve been invited to do a Deep Dive Questionnaire!
Sasha: No. It’s absurd.
Gideon: We were tagged by Asher and Atlas, though. They’re so nice!
Sasha: Buuh…Fine.
-What common/uncommon fear do they have?
Gideon: Are you scared of anything, Sasha? You have to be one of the most fearless people I know. Who walks into a vampire coven meeting like you did? You are something else.
Sasha: When I was little, my mom took me to a petting zoo and bought me feeding pellets to give to the geese; they all kept crowding me and chasing me around this pond and I thought I was going to die.
Gideon: What did you do?
Sasha: I threw all the pellets at them and jumped into the pond.
Gideon: That’s actually very scary for a young child! Did your mother have to jump in after you?
Sasha: Nooo. The pond was pretty shallow.
Gideon...How old were you?
Sasha: Like 10.
Gideon: PFFFF!
Sasha: Shut up.
Gideon: You’re so dramatic.
Sasha: What about you?
Gideon: I fear... not ever having you by my side.
Sasha: [Turning red and burying his face in Gideon’s chest]
Do they have any pet peeves?
Gideon: Hmm...Probably people who are rude, especially in public. It’s not that hard to hold the door for people or say excuse me, or turn your blinker on before making a turn.
Sasha: OMG, when people sit down at a table and keep talking to each other and when I come over to take their order, they’re like, “Oh, I didn’t get a chance to look at the menu yet.” I’m like- there are FOUR things on the menu. Just order or I will choose your food for you!
Gideon: You also dislike bad tippers.
Sasha: If I get another religious tract as a tip, someone is going to be meeting their lord sooner than they expected.
What are 3 items you can find in their bedroom?
Sasha: We bought a bunch of stuff recently! We got a sofa bed and a fridge... What's one more thing?
Gideon: What about Mrs. Kachky?
Sasha: She goes where I go. She’s the only thing I have left of my mom’s.
Gideon: I'm feeling a little jealous. I think she gets more cuddles than I do...
Sasha: Awww! I’ll let you cuddle her too.
Gideon: [Inhaling deeply] I’m throwing you back into that pond.
What do they notice first in a person?
Gideon: Appearances can be deceiving. I’m more interested in seeing how people treat those they perceive as being beneath them. People often behave badly when they have any kind of power.
Sasha: I was raised in the Spice District! You think we make eye contact with people while walking around here? You keep walking- mind your business.
Gideon: Let’s combine the next two questions because I think they’re related.
On a scale of 1-10, how high is their pain tolerance? And -do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure?
Gideon: I was a soldier when I was mortal and as a vampire, I’ve endured my share of attempts on my unlife: I’ve been stabbed, beaten, and I’ve escaped more than one attempt to burn me into ashes. I assess a situation before fighting. I won’t necessarily run if the odds are stacked heavily against me, but I may try to explore an alternative. I’d say I have a high tolerance. A 9.
Sasha: Me too.
Gideon: [Squinting and shaking his head]
Sasha: Okay, but in my defense that comb snagged my hair really hard- I didn’t expect that. Let’s say a 7.
Gideon: Or a 4... It’s ironic, because you won’t run from a fight. Even if you know you’ll get beaten up. It’s very paradoxical.
Sasha: In Sparta, we die like men!
Gideon: [Rolls his eyes].
Do they come from a big family/are they a family person?
Gideon: My coven is my family, and it is a fairly large one. I think I’ve been somewhat absent and disconnected from them for a while now. I do miss that closeness we shared over the decades.
Sasha: Nope. It was my mom and my dad and me. After she died, I was pretty much on my own. My dad and I haven't spoken in years.
[Gideon reaches for his hand and clasps it tightly.]
Gideon: I'm always here for you, Sasha. You're not alone.
What animal represents them best?
Gideon: [Laughs]
Sasha: PASS!
What is a smell that they dislike?
Sasha: Depending on where you are walking in this city, every once in a while you’ll catch a whiff of weed that’s just skunky-ass bad. Or pee. Or trash water on the sidewalk.
Gideon: Garlic.
Have they broken any bones? if so, how?
Gideon: Oof...I’ve broken a few. I used to ride horses when I was a soldier and had my share of bad falls.
Sasha: I broke my arm falling off a jungle gym. I was in first or second grade. It wasn’t too bad. All my friends drew on my cast and then my arm was super stinky when the cast came off.
How would a stranger likely describe them?
Sasha: Gideon? Sophisticated. And...Suede.
Gideon: Suede?
Sasha: Yeah! You know, someone like super confident and elegant...
Gideon: Did you mean...suave?
Sasha: ...Wut?
Gideon: [Quickly] Sasha is completely and devastatingly adorable and endearing.
Are they a night owl or a morning bird?
Gideon: I don’t need much sleep, but I find myself keeping hours similar to Sasha’s now.
Sasha: I stay up late when I work at the diner.
What is a flavor they hate and a flavor they love?
Sasha: This man loves the flavor of his fancy-pants whiskey.
Gideon: You forgot my favorite one: you.
Sasha: Stop it...And you hated Twizzlers.
Gideon: Why someone would eat a rope of twisted wax is beyond me. You hate fine whiskey- I'll never forget “liquid leather”. But you love junk food, which baffles me. Have some Styrofoam instead- at least it doesn't pretend to be real food.
Sasha: Heh! I got you some Tootsie Rolls and Necco candy... Can't wait to see you try those...
Do they have any hobbies?
Gideon: I love the arts. I frequented the theatre, museums, and concert halls often. I'd love to take Sasha with me sometime.
Sasha: I like walking around the city. There is always something interesting or new to see. Oh, and piling stuff into the hall closet so the contents fall down on Dima when he opens it. He falls for it. Every. Time.
Boom, surprise birthday party! how do they react to surprises?
Sasha and Gideon look at each other: No.
Sasha: Let’s say what we hate about surprise parties at the count of three. Ready? 1...2...3!
Gideon: Surprises.
Sasha: People.
Do they like to wear jewelry? if so, what is their favorite piece?
Gideon: I don’t really wear anything except for my Rolex Daytona.
Sasha: F*ck. How am I supposed to follow that? A few pizza-shaped earrings from Claire’s? They were super cute, though. Oh, and a friendship bracelet Tito made me a couple years ago. It broke off but I still have it somewhere.
Do they have neat or messy handwriting?
Sasha: Have you seen his writing? It’s like he signed the Declaration of Independence. Mine is barely legible.
What are two emotions they feel the most?
Gideon: I sense many of Sasha’s emotions, but I don’t want to put him on the spot.
Sasha: I do feel anxious and upset a lot.
Gideon: My emotions would be frustration and...Hmm...
Sasha: Horniness.
Gideon [Stares in mock surprise as Sasha snickers]
Do they have a favorite fabric?
Gideon: I like linen. It has an elegant simplicity that is timeless.
Sasha: I like flannel.
Gideon: [Playfully] Not suede?
Sasha: Oh, haha, you dick.
What kind of accent do they have?
Sasha: Do I even have an accent?
Gideon: You sound like you’re from San Myshuno. No doubt. What about me?
Sasha: You do have a pretty neutral accent, but every once in a while you’ll sound like you’re from Henford-on-Bagley.
Gideon: Well, it was more likely to hear Simlish from Henford since it is closer to where I hail from.
Sasha, imitating Gideon very hammily: Say, old chap, do you fancy a tipple of liquid leather with some freshly harvested Cheetos? No, wait- Cheeee-tooows!
[Laughing]
Sasha: Heh! I guess that wasn't so bad, after all...
I'm tagging the following storytellers who are wonderful: @agena87, @aurorangen, @eljeebee, @miss-may-i, @aheathen-conceivably, and if anyone else wants to play, please do so. And because I believe in miracles: @damseljamselI and @greighish. @lynzishell, if you wanted to do this for Phoenix and Dawn...here is your chance! I'd totally read it up! I'd tag more folks but I'm feeling a bit off these days and (irrationally- I hope) worried about bothering people. In that vein- this is totally optional! (butifyoudoitiwannareaditall!)
#the sims 4#sims 4 story#sims 4 screenshots#DARKER#sasha#gideon#tag games#Deep Drive OC Questionnaire#these two are doing an interesting dance#luckily gideon can sense sasha's emotions#it eases his mind since sasha is not in a place where he can be vulnerable yet#that sweater is too perfect for sasha
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🎶✨️when u get this u have to put 5 songs u actually listen to, publish. Then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool)🎶✨️
Thank yooou. Five more:
“Against All Odds (Take a Look at Me Now)” by Mariah Carey (live version)
“Somebody to Love” by Queen
“How Can I Keep From Singing” by Eva Cassidy
“Jessie’s Girl” by Rick Springfield
“Dancing in the Dark” by Bruce Springsteen
#tag meme#Fandomfluffandfuck#ask box#I guess I’m in a vintage mood tonight#I’m so obsessed with that Mariah cover#I’ve never heard a singer build the drama of a song so smoothly and well with every verse#… only just realizing how much of a Stucky song that is#‘you coming back to me is against all odds and that’s a chance I’ve got to take’#wow#I hurt myself
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doodoo fart 🦨 would you still love me if I was bald?
Rintaro doesn’t even get a chance to finish the water his sipping before he spits it back out, choking on it as he laughs aloud in front of his teammates.
The entire team turns to look at him, a brow cocked in confusion while he chuckles amongst himself.
Komori is the first to smile and chuckle himself, “something you’d like to share with the group, Suna?”
He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand before shaking his head, never being one to share your discussions with the group. He has an image, okay, and you being an absolute cracked menace is going to bring that image down one day- this, he’s convinced of.
“The better half’s just funny is all,” he says casually, watching his team begins to chatter once again in the locker room. Komori gives him an unconvinced, yet understanding look before letting him back to his phone where he’s finally able to face your
SENT is there something I need to be prepared for when I get home?
doodoo fart 🦨 depends on how you reply
would you
still love me
if i was bald
SENT I feel like this is a trap.
doodoo fart 🦨 you’re the one who leaves me alone all the time
im bound to fuck around when you’re gone.
Once again, Rintaro laughs to himself before he rises to excuse himself from the crowd. The possibility of you being bald is plenty to excite him and his amusement, wondering if you’ve done something unholy to your poor head.
He thinks you’d be hot with no hair. And wash days would just be such a breeze. Maybe there’s some merit to your potential madness.
He presses the small button to FaceTime you, settling up a small distance from the door- you’ve both been known to say some unsavory things, the last thing you need is to give Washio another reason to retire.
The phone rings once, twice, and a third before you answer, your ugly stunning face filling his screen. To his shame, his eyes immediately dart to the scalp of hair that still adorns your head, and he bites his lip as you cackle a victorious cheer.
He’s been duped by your stupid ass.
“I knew you’d take my bait,” you snicker. He laughs as he’s caught red handed, poking his tongue in the corner of his mouth while you laugh. “You think you’re soooo slick, like you aren’t obsessed with me. You aren’t shit, bro.”
“I’ve been letting you hang out with the twins too much,” he snickers, leaning against the brick wall of the stadium. “Though I would’ve scream-laughed if you answered the phone and was completely bald.” You snort and he cards a massive hand through his sweaty hair, “there a reason you triggered a panic response in me at-“ he pauses and looks at the clock in the corner of his phone “15:44 on a Tuesday?”
“Because you’re cute when you’re panicked,” you hum, and he gives you his signature blank stare before chuckling when you laugh. “I mean it! Your pupils go a little dilated, you card your hair until it’s all fluffy, and you get this adorable blush-“
“I got it, you pay attention to me,” he groans, hand scrubbing down his face. “You’re so embarrassing.”
“You love me so much, man.”
“Shut up-“
“Truly living rent free in that noggin.”
“I’m gonna tell Komori on you.”
“Good, he’ll tell you the same thing,” you snort, and Rintaro shakes his head, grinning, as a sign of waving his white flag. “Go back to practice, booger. I’ll bug you later.”
“Promise?” He says, smiling while you give him a fake gag.
“After that, I don’t know.”
“I’ll take those odds.” He chuckles again before murmuring a soft ‘love you’ and hanging up; he pockets his phone and makes his way back into the arena.
Bald or not, and as much as he hates to confess it, he does adore your stupid ass and the antics that come with it.
Ugh.
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Ooh ooh! They (James or Sirius) never really noticed you, but you are pulling off a prank and run to sit with the marauders or something to hide from McGonagall or Filch
thank you for requesting!🖤
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James wasn’t ignorant enough to think him and the boys were the only ones to pull pranks in the school.
But he was aware enough to know that theirs were the most well-known.
People looked forward to their pranks. People anticipated their pranks. People would spend weeks after talking about their pranks and bringing up old legacies and talking about how they would always somehow manage to get away with them. It was what the marauders were known for.
He never went out of his way to ignore other people’s pranks. If someone told him about them, he would listen. If he witnessed them, he would cheer and whoop in celebration. James loved nothing more than a good prank.
But never once in his time in Hogwarts had he ever seen you, let alone see you pull a prank.
It seemed like a normal free period. The group were all hanging outside in the courtyard, enjoying the little sunshine they got up in Scotland. Remus was reading with Sirius lounging with his head on the former’s lap. Lily and Marlene were whispering away, some muggle magazine spread out in front of them. Dorcas and Mary were tucked off to the side, deep in conversation with Frank and Alice, and James sat and basked in the company of his friends, a snitch fiddled between his fingers.
“GET BACK HERE, YA SCOUNDREL!”
James didn’t even get the chance to acknowledge the angry yelling from Filch or the sound of laughter following before he saw a flash in the corner of his eyes. Before he even turned his head, you quickly slid into the seat next to him, panting lightly with a massive grin on your face. And your eyes—there was a glint he knew all too well, one that made his own heart thrum with adrenaline.
“Cover for me,” you whispered to the boy before settling against his side, shoulders brushing and acting as casual as one would, as though you had been sitting next to him for ages.
“You!” Filch grumbled as he hobbled towards the group of students, his bony finger pointed right at you. “Come with me! McGonagall will be hearing about this!”
You looked up at the caretaker. “Hear about what?”
His brows furrowed together. “What you did!”
You blinked at him in confusion. “What did I do? I’ve been sitting here with my friends all day.”
Filch looked around the group with narrowed eyes, suspicion written all over his face as he sneered at the lot.
“It’s true,” James spoke up and threw his arm over your shoulder. “She’s been with us the whole time.”
Filch frowned, grumbling. “I’ll catch you next time.”
“What an odd thing to say to someone who’s done nothing wrong,” you answered with an innocent smile, waving the man off as he scampered off. You waited until you were sure he was out of earshot before you slumped against James. “Thank you for that.”
“Do I wanna know what crime I just became an accomplice in?” James asked, his eyes glued on you and his arm tightening a little around you like he was worried you would run off as quickly as you sat down.
“All in good time, Potter,” you grinned, patting his chest before you scrambled back up on your feet.
James’ brows furrowed together. “Do I at least get your name?”
Your grin only widened. “All in good time, Potter!”
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Natasha (Avengers) x reader (any gender)
Fluff, fluff, and more fluff.

After the traumatizing things she has faced in her life, it’s a surprise to no one that Natasha Romanoff is closed off. What is surprising, however, is how she opens herself to you. Allows herself to become vulnerable, emotional, soft.
In an odd circumstance of events, it’s quiet at Avengers tower.
The only noises you can hear are the sound of your breathing and the slight crunching noise of Natasha’s hair as you brush through it.
It had taken some time to get here. Natasha isn’t vulnerable with just anyone. At the beginning of your relationship, even threading your fingers through her hair was too intimate of an interaction for her. This was difficult for you to understand at first, but you realized eventually that Natasha has never been cared for. Never received without some kind of taking.
Never been soft.
You had started with some experimental things. One day you brought home a head massager, hoping that feeling something scratching her scalp would make her more willing to accept your fingers.
It worked.
You had asked her to give it a chance, and with a forced reluctancy she had obliged. It didn’t take her long to realize that your fingers were magical. Nails scraping along her scalp in the most gratifying way, catching tangles and softly separating them between your digits. You could see her melt into your touch. A mix of satisfaction and warmth rose in your throat that formed a lump there. It was sweet. It was close. Eventually, Natasha came home most days and laid her head right in your lap, awaiting the scalp massage.
After reaching this success, you dove further. You and Natasha had bathed together frequently already, but you were determined to make this soak all about her. You had motioned for her to sit with her back to your chest. You began twirling your fingers in her hair as usual, only stopping to grab the shampoo bottle.
“What are you doing?” She had craned her neck to look at you, confusion in her eyes.
“Washing your hair,” You replied as if it was nothing, no big deal.
She had laughed, sitting up slightly but still keeping her gaze on you. “I can wash my own hair.” You realized that she wasn’t necessarily being standoffish— she really didn’t understand the gesture.
You pulled her back against your chest and returned your fingers to her hair. “I know,” Your voice softened to a whisper, “But I want you to relax. I want to do this for you.” You gently turned her head towards yours. Her eyebrows were knit together and you noticed her swallowing was hard. “Will you let me take care of you?” With tears brimming her eyes, she nodded. As you washed the turmoils of the day out of her hair, tears had flown freely down her cheeks, but she didn’t make a sound. You pretended not to notice. You knew you had to be cautious with her vulnerable side, or it would flee back into hiding.
You both had come a long way since then. Now, Natasha is sitting on the bed in front of you, knees locked into her chest and arms curled around them. Her eyes are puffy. The day had been rough. When she came home, she didn’t hesitate to curl up around you and let everything out. As much as you hated to see her hurt, you couldn’t help but feel so proud of her too.
You work the brush through her hair slow and sweet, making sure to handle any tangle with care.
“You can brush harder, you know.” A soft smile rises to her face, the first one you’ve seen this evening. “I’ve got a tough scalp. No room for being tinder-headed when you’re constantly getting your hair pulled in a fight.” She managed a nostril laugh, but you know she’s exhausted.
“I know,” you start, not changing the pace of your brushing, “but why would I? We aren’t in a rush. I’d rather take my time and be gentle.” You pause, contemplating you next words carefully.
“You’ve been hurt enough. Let me be soft. Let me take care of you.” You feel her stiffen as you say the words and suddenly become afraid you pushed her too far. Before your worries can continue, she spins around and carefully touches your face, pulling you in for a kiss. She tastes like tears and liquor, but it’s a combination you could indulge on forever.
She pulls away, eyes flickering between yours nervously. Her lower lip is caught between her teeth and you can feel the tremble of her fingers against your cheeks. She takes a deep, shaky breath.
“I love you.”
The words echo in your ears like a sweet song, caressing your eardrums before floating down and attaching themselves to your heart. God, of course you love her. You always have.
You wrap your arms around her neck and pull her into a deep kiss, your lips exchanging words that the human language has yet to learn. Tears flow from both of your eyes as you grab onto each other, pulling as close as you can and yet it’s never close enough.
You have a slow and agonizing part from her lips after a moment’s gone by. You run your fingers through her hair as you gaze at her. She’s smiling. Brighter than you’ve ever seen before. The thought that you are the cause of that smile is almost too much for you to bear. You feel like weeping.
“I love you too, Nat. Every part of you.”
You watch the walls she had build come crumbling down as you look into her eyes. You don’t know where the future would lead or how often this level of vulnerability would happen. But you do know one thing.
There is nothing you wouldn’t do, no lengths you wouldn’t go to, to make Natasha Romanoff feel loved.
#natasha romanoff#marvel#the avengers#natasha romanoff x reader#natasha marvel#natasha x reader#black widow#black widow x reader#avengers x reader
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Fight Night | CHAPTER 3 | MMA Fighter!Sukuna x Reader
“I’ve got a fight coming up, so I’ve got to stay clean for the tests over the next 6 months,” there’s a tinge of annoyance in his face, the closest to pouting you think a man like Sukuna can get, “so you’d better have fun tonight.”
You don’t know what to say. You had fun every night with him, and while it had occurred to you that this was definitely not a permanent arrangement you’d thought you just wouldn’t hear from him again one day. You aren’t sure if you’d have preferred that to having an actual warning for this last hurrah, and being told about it as it’s happening. Having Sukuna’s eyes scanning your reaction during the few seconds you have to process it leaves an odd feeling in your stomach, something he’s quick to distract from as he goes back to kissing your neck, hands travelling further up your legs, pushing them apart gently.
He has a last word on the matter, whispering into your ear as his palm meets your pussy and he hums happily at discovering you’d decided to forego panties.
“I know I will.”
Its your last night with Sukuna, and all you can do is make the most of it.
Warnings: drinking, drug use, public sex, rough sex, vaginal sex, hand jobs, spitting, creampie, fingering, exhibitionism, sex under the influence, fem bodied reader, fuck buddy situation, overstimulation, forced orgasm
Notes: I’m really happy with this chapter, I hope you guys support and enjoy!
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
Time had passed strangely in the two months since you met Ryomen ‘The King’ Sukuna. It felt like it had flown, like you’d only just met him, but at the same time you felt like it had taken a couple of years off your life. He went hard every single time, and so did you, but at the very least you would have some stories to tell.
You’re no longer unsure like you had been the first time you arrived at the VIP section unaccompanied by Uraume. You’re expected, so you say your name and the man steps aside quickly, welcoming you warmly as if you had the same name worth brown nosing like Sukuna did. It’s weird having a taste of his power just by proximity, but it explains the loyalty of the people around him even further. You don’t let it get to your head though, always acutely aware of the way you got here, always aware of how easy it would be for someone else to get here in your place.
Right now isn’t the time for those thoughts though, nor the time for thoughts of how Sukuna never communicated in the days between telling you where to be and when, nor the time for thoughts of how that fact gave you a little pit in your stomach.
No, now was the time to make some memories on Sukuna’s dime, and on his cock.
Walking into the lounge, he’s as handsome as ever, shirt rolled up and further exposing his already unconcealable tattoos. His hair is a much more saturated shade of that peachy hue that managed to seem intimidating on him despite the otherwise pretty nature of such a colour. His thickly muscled thighs seem to be straining much harder than usual against his slacks and when you catch his eye he stretches his legs out as he lies back in his chair. Familiar faces say hello to you as you pass and you nod back in lieu of more lengthy pleasantries as the call of his lap beckons you.
He stops you in your tracks with two raised fingers before you have a chance to take your spot. He looks you up and down, appraising you for a moment through heavy lids before licking his lips and smiling. “All that, for me?”
You roll your eyes, opting to sit on the arm of his chair instead of his legs since he was starting up with you already. He won’t have it though, grabbing you by the hips and sliding you onto his lap as he locks in on your neck, kissing along the exact spots his lips had been the last time you’d seen each other the previous weekend.
“All this for a drink.” you finally reply, leaning away from his kisses and towards the table in front of his chair where your drink was awaiting, having been ordered by Uraume as soon as they spotted you speaking with the bouncer.
You lick your lips after sipping the lethal but necessary combination of Red Bull and vodka, having finally admitted to Sukuna only last week that you didn’t actually care for the taste of the Dom Perignom he’d kept on ice for your arrival at the beginning of each night out after the first. When you’d told him you’d just asked for something expensive to piss him off a little he’d had a good laugh at that.
A smile finds its way to your lips when you recall the danger in his voice when he’d told you that you didn’t want to try too hard to piss him off. ’But,’ he’d said, ’my pockets are deep when it comes to having a good time.’
The ’for a price’ part of that went unsaid. Lucky for you the price was something you were more than willing to pay.
Your reminiscing is interrupted and you nearly spill your drink as he hooks an arm around your waist, pressing your side back into him to remove any distance you’d momentarily created. He’s wasting even less time than usual, already renewing the marks on your neck with lips and tongue and teeth. You take a slow sip, tangling your other hand in his hair and tugging lightly.
He steals your lips before you have a chance to take another drink, and something on his tongue is bitter, giving you a hint at what would be helping this night along. His kiss is hot, hands squeezing at your thighs, cock already hard underneath you, and when he pulls back there’s a dangerous look in his eyes.
“I’ve got a fight coming up, so I’ve got to stay clean for the tests over the next 6 months,” there’s a tinge of annoyance in his face, the closest to pouting you think a man like Sukuna can get, “so you’d better have fun tonight.”
You don’t know what to say. You had fun every night with him, and while it had occurred to you that this was definitely not a permanent arrangement you’d thought you just wouldn’t hear from him again one day. You aren’t sure if you’d have preferred that to having an actual warning for this last hurrah, and being told about it as it’s happening. Having Sukuna’s eyes scanning your reaction during the few seconds you have to process it leaves an odd feeling in your stomach, something he’s quick to distract from as he goes back to kissing your neck, hands travelling further up your legs, pushing them apart gently.
He has a last word on the matter, whispering into your ear as his palm meets your pussy and he hums happily at discovering you’d decided to forego panties.
“I know I will.”
A stop for food is a required occurrence on these nights. You were grateful for it, honestly, but shocked the first time Sukuna had shouted the name of a place to his entourage as you filtered from one club and into smaller groups to take separate cars to your destination. You had been beginning to think he wasn’t human with the way he tanked line after line and drink after drink. But you’d always find yourself reminded that he was indeed human as you pulled up to some dive or greasy burger place at some point in the evening.
Tonight is no different, with your odd crowd settled into the hard metal outdoor seating, eating your fast food. Strangers filter in and out of the door behind you, also soaking up the copious amounts of alcohol and drugs in their stomachs during the pit stop. The night air and lack of sweaty people pushing against you doesn’t feel like too much of an oddity though, with the rhythmic reggaeton blasting from someone’s car in the parking lot reminiscent of the vibe of the club you had just been at before.
Sukuna is pounding his second cheeseburger and complaining, as he always does, that it ’isn’t even real food’.
“Yeah, is that why you look like you’re about to lick the wrapper?” You ask, playing with the straw of your Sprite. This middle-of-the-night break was never enough to sober up, just enough to make it through the rest of it. On occasion you wouldn’t even stop long enough to sit somewhere, instead watching as Sukuna ate in the back of his hired car, acting like he’d been starved for months. You figured that it probably did taste especially decadent compared to whatever diet he was forced to adopt for training.
“If you have any suggestions of where I can get a clean meal at midnight without cooking it myself, I’m all ears?” He pulls your drink from your hands, finishing half of it with a hiss as if he hadn’t been putting far worse things in his body every night you’d been with him.
“Of course you don’t cook.”
He raises his brows at you, only slightly more perturbed than amused that you were implying there were things he couldn’t do. “I don’t need to cook, that’s what Uraume is for.”
Uraume blushes at being referred to in a way that could even be slightly construed as favourable and you’re shocked to find out that they had actually been his cook all this time. Why their duties also included waiting on Sukuna hand and foot you did not know.
“If you say so…” you turn your attention to your phone, checking messages, assuring friends you were both alive and conscious, waiting for the next round to begin as you get what might be your only moment of rest from Sukuna’s very much welcome but very much relentless onslaught.
As you respond to one person, then move to respond to the next, Sukuna glances down at your screen, obviously picking out the emojis listed above the preview of his last text to you. He sneers and gestures to your screen.
“What the fuck is that?”
“This?” You wave your thumb over his messages, and he points to the name you’d given him, drawing a shrug from you. “I mean, you’re ‘The King’ or whatever.”
“And the monster thing?”
“Yeah, that’s you.”
His brows raise higher, as he tilts his head forward and gives you a look as if he were silently reprimanding you for your choice of name for him. You have to laugh, as much as he bantered with you through the night, there were occasionally moments like this that would remind you he’d gone far too long having his boots licked. Particularly if a few emojis in place of his name seemed to bother him.
Then, something changes in that look. It has your hairs standing on end and your pussy stirring.
“You want me to show you how much of a monster I can be?”
He doesn’t need you to answer that as he stands, grabbing you by the wrist to pull you up with him. He starts dragging you into the restaurant, calling over his shoulder to the group as he does, “We’re leaving in 15.”
He pulls you through the bustling restaurant, past booths packed with people in various states of inebriation, some laughing, some singing, some making out. He drags you past the counter separating the hungry crowd from the overworked employees, rushing to stuff burgers into bags as numbers were shouted out. He guides you right into the bathroom, into a stall, and has your back pressed against the now shut and locked door before you know it.
You knew you were going to get it from the way he holds you captive by your upper arms, teeth clashing with yours as you open your mouth wide to accept his kiss. He’s moving fast, almost too fast for your body to catch up. It doesn’t need to though, as he only releases you long enough to undo his belt and pants and have his cock out and ready. Then you’re back in his grasp as he hoists you up and you’re held firmly by his hands on your ass as he lines himself up. You wrap your arms around his neck, trying to rock your hips into him despite the precarious position.
The head is slipping through your wetness, gathering slick as it catches at your entrance, but slides past where he wants it nestled again. The heat of it against your tender clit only gets you wetter, groaning and enjoying that alone until his eyes are snapping up from your pussy to lock with yours.
His glare tells you all you need to know, that you won’t be cumming on that cock without him, not right now. He pins you against the stall with his body, moving one hand from your ass to line himself up properly, rocking up to his toes to fill you without a care for stretching your tight pussy far too fast. He keeps you pressed there as his hips snap against yours, putting a hand on the top of the stall to fuck you harder. Your moans are high pitched, breathy, carried by the air being squeezed from you with each harsh thrust. Sukuna has his body pressed so firmly against you that you can barely get any air in and it’s all making your head spin, heat pooling in your stomach already.
The fluorescent lights are blinding, and as you look at Sukuna with his clenched teeth, curled lip, and intense stare you wonder if he always looked quite so crazed as he fucks you. Or if it had always been hidden in the dim lighting of all the clubs and cars you’d fucked in. Every so often his lids get heavy, and his glare slips as he watches your face while you unravel completely, and you wonder if he’s close, but then he’s snapping back into that scowl.
You tighten your arms and legs around him as he brings his other hand up to grip at the stall too, hanging on as he fucks you so hard your eyes are rolling back in your head. Then, he stops. Before you have time to process anything his voice is in your ear, in your head, pulling you from the depths.
“What’s my name?”
“What?”
His hips snap hard enough against yours that you’re left gasping for air. You can’t even respond and even when he returns to his previous punishing pace you feel like you’re going to fall apart any second.
“Say my fucking name.”
“S-sukuna.” He’s fucking you so hard your voice is shaking.
“All of it.”
“Ryomen Sukuna.”
“Louder.”
You want to be worried about getting kicked out of this place, but have to just trust the crowd outside this bathroom was too loud and too rowdy for you getting your guts rearranged to be noticed. Sukuna doesn’t appreciate the hesitation though, leaning back enough to put some space between your chests, forcing you to cling to him tighter as he uses your body weight to have you bouncing into his punishing thrusts even harder.
“Louder.”
“Ryomen Sukuna!” Your volume surprises even you as you’re now able to shout and moan with abandon with his weight no longer constricting your body.
It has his cock throbbing inside of you as you hold on tight, hands clawing at his back as he fucks you till you’re tensing around him, blinding heat ripping through you as you cream on his cock. Your senses are scrambled, ears ringing, eyes screwed shut, pussy pulsing so hard you’re barely aware of Sukuna pumping you full of his cum.
His thrusts slow as he presses you back against the stall door, hands settling back onto your ass to hold you tight. He’s back to giving you those slow, languid kisses you’d come to know so well - tongue deep in your mouth, teeth bared, nose sliding across yours as he presses his everything against you. He speaks low into your mouth as you start to clench on him again, this time in discomfort, arching and pushing at him so he’ll put you down before you teeter too far into overstimulation. He doesn’t release you though, instead increasing his thrusts even as you start to squirm and whine on his cock as the feeling is so intense it almost hurts.
“You won’t forget it.”
If he expects a response to that, he won’t get it. Your attempts to push off of him only help his long deep strokes as he fucks you through that intensity and straight into another orgasm that has you clawing at his back, shoving turned to pulling him closer, whines of discomfort turned to moans of pleasure. He was right, you didn’t need to tell him that, though. Not while you were cumming again, this time on his slowly softening cock.
He’s true to his word of taking 15 minutes as he lowers you down onto your shaky legs, and holds you upright against his side on the way back out to where the rest of your night awaits.
It’s not lost on you that you’re ending the night in the same club you’d first met Sukuna in. You wonder if it’s intentional. Then, you decide not to think about it, clenching around the fingers idly thrusting into you, stirring up the last dregs of cum that hadn’t yet slipped out. Sukuna is ordering the last drinks before the bar stops serving and the man working the VIP lounge pretends not to notice how you’re slouched against Sukuna, catching your breath after another rough fuck on the very same couch you’d had your first with him on. He finishes his order as he rubs his fingers along your walls as he so often loved to do while you twitch and pant and come back into your body.
Once the server leaves, he pulls his fingers out of you, settling his sticky hand on your waist instead. He wiggles his nose, sniffling and swallowing the drip in the back of his throat. It was late now, or early, and you’d decided you were on alcohol only for the last of it since the sun would be up soon and that only meant you’d be heading home. It meant you were slowing down, of course, but you knew it was time for that anyway. You sigh and let your head lull back, resting it half on Sukuna’s shoulder and half on the back of the couch as you watch him watching the room.
It was weird that you’d gotten so used to his face tattoos. It was weird that you’d gotten so used to anything about him, actually. The size and the strength. The swollen cartilage of his ears and scarring of his brows from years of fighting. The piercings, the hair… and the surprising softness of his lips, his thick straight lashes. It has you smiling, giving yourself a little mocking laugh at how you were actually looking at this giant monster of a man and thinking he looked pretty.
He looks at you, catching your smile, and smiles back. “I’ve fought men for laughing like that.”
You roll your eyes, both annoyed and glad that he had ruined that little private moment with yourself. “Well good thing I wasn’t laughing at you then, cornball.”
He loves doing that, reminding you of who or what he is, like you don’t know. Like you haven’t experienced his strength firsthand. Not like that though. No, his touches for you were hungry, aggressive even, but always with a little hidden reminder that you had won his favour. As the server returns with shots and bottles you allow yourself to think to yourself, just for a moment, that you’d like to keep that favour.
Only for a moment though, because you knew the score. Always had. You two had these nights out, and that was it. And now that they were gone, presumably so were you. You always got that same pit in your stomach when you found yourself wondering how many other people got these wild little months in between fights with him, or if you were even the only one during all of it. You were bouncing on his cock within an hour of meeting him, and you’d done worse since, so you had to assume the worst. You had to assume he probably wouldn’t be bothered to reach out to you once he was back to fucking around after his next fight.
Despite your attempts to bury them, those same thoughts flash in your mind again, once the club is closing and Sukuna’s hand is tightening on your thigh while you settle in for the drive home. You take a breath in, then release it, letting your worries go with it. You weren’t assuming the worst, you were being realistic. And you decide that the best thing you can do for yourself right now is get off on Ryomen ‘The King’ Sukuna one last time as a proper goodbye.
It’s a big ask of your body. You were always worn out by this point of the night, but Sukuna had gone all out this time, spending a little less time dancing and drinking and railing lines and more time railing you. It had made you realise that he might have been holding back just how insatiable he was before, something that was nearly incomprehensible with the way he’d leave you wincing every time you moved for days.
Still, you push past the soreness that had settled in already, and there’s barely any time between you climbing onto his lap like a needy little thing and him working his fingers back into your familiar heat. The hum of electricity over your skin has it feeling just as good as the first time and you can’t be bothered to worry about what the driver can see, not anymore. You’re straddling him, head pressed against the roof of the car, holding onto his shoulders to keep from sliding around as the driver makes his way back to your home.
“One more for the road, then?”
It was a bit late to ask now, with you panting into his mouth, trying to keep your tired body balanced on his legs. You don’t know how you’re still taking him after everything tonight, even just his thick fingers, but you know you won’t regret it tomorrow when you can barely move. You never do.
The thrum of pain is much duller than the throbbing of your clit as you ride his fingers, and he curls them just right to have you seeing stars. You rest your tired head on his shoulder, unrestrained moans joining the sloppy squelch of his fingers fucking your sore, stretched out hole. Just as you’re moments from being completely lost in another orgasm, you feel his other hand move from your hip and hear the familiar sound of his zipper. You can barely keep your eyes open as you look down at him releasing his cock, shaking your head hurriedly without lifting it from his shoulder.
“‘m too sore…” it’s more of a pathetic sounding whine than you’d like, but he was making you feel so good even with the sting of your abused pussy and you were well past the point of faking composure with him.
It only makes his cock throb in his grasp. “Then use your hands.”
That, you can manage. Though it’s not exactly easy for you to sit up with how much your body was screaming at you to just lie down and pass out already. You’re nothing if not persistent though, as you grip his cock with one hand. Then, assessing just how small your hand looks holding it, you decide to grip it with two. You’d become very familiar with it by now. Its girth, its bulging veins, the little silver piercings running up the shaft… but it was something else seeing it in the light of the rising sun. You aren’t dwelling on that for long as Sukuna tenses and has it throbbing in your hands.
“Spit on it.”
You purse your lips, gathering your spit in the front of your mouth, but before you do he clarifies his order.
“Nice and slow.”
You follow without a second thought, letting the spit slowly drip from your mouth where it lands on the angry red tip of his cock and slides down.
“Again.”
Something about Sukuna puts you in the mood for following orders, so you do just that, opening your mouth and letting it fall directly from your tongue. He groans, pressing his thumb to your tongue, sliding it over until you have more drool falling from your mouth, down your chin, and onto his cock below as you look into his hungry eyes.
“It’s a shame you’re too scared to suck my cock.”
Too scared. Were it earlier in the night, when you weren’t so worn out you’d take that as challenge enough to shut him up about it, but at this point all you can do is tread water. Instead you close your lips around his thumb, sucking that instead. His cock throbs again in your hands, reminding you to get to work as you start stroking him, swirling your fingers over the head each time your hands can reach.
His thumb pressing down on your tongue hard enough to pull your mouth back open is all the warning you get as your moans are loud and loose as he starts finger fucking your pussy again. You struggle to keep up, arms burning as you try to work him as hard and fast as he was working you. As heat builds in your stomach it only gets harder, but you persist even as you start to rock into his touch, eyes shut and mouth still open and drooling around his thumb and down his hand.
“S-sukunaaaa…” you don’t care how you sound, lisping out his name the best you can as your pussy flutters around his fingers.
Suddenly, he pulls his fingers out of you, gripping both of your hips tightly. You don’t even think about the pain of it at this point, you’d been adorned with those bruises from the first night you’d met him. You’re more focused on the loss of contact, your orgasm slipping away even as you continue pumping his cock.
He leans up, purring into your ear, “Gonna cum soon…”
There’s a question in there but you’re too fucked up to to decipher it so he presses you further.
“Sure you don’t want it?”
You whine outright, squirming on his lap, “I’m so sore.”
“Are you going to waste it then?”
His cock is throbbing in your hands, and your pussy is throbbing even as the cold air hits it, exacerbating the sting. Still, you want his cock, you want his cum, and you want one last orgasm with him splitting you open wide, so you lean forward, head pressed uncomfortably into the roof of the car, and slide yourself onto him. You don’t need the help anymore, but his hands are still locked onto your hips, guiding you, dealing you short thrusts upwards even as you try to slowly sink down.
When he’s buried deep your stomach clenches, letting out a shaky breath as you try to collect yourself enough to do more than rock your swollen heat on top of him. It feels like it’s going to drive you crazy with the way its warmth soothes the sting even as the girth worsens it. The stopping, starting, and turning of the car you’re in doesn't help anything, forcing you to counterbalance to have any hope of riding the length you’d never quite managed to grow accustomed to.
You’re exhausted, and if you’re being honest with yourself you were ready to crash about an hour ago. Lucky for you Sukuna’s strength and stamina are seemingly entirely unaffected by the drinks, the drugs, and the hours of dancing. He’s taking over easily, thrusting up into you and your heavy limbs are almost a help at this point, keeping you in place even when the power of his thrusts threatens to have you bouncing up towards the roof of the cramped car.
Once your breath is hitching and you’re almost hiccuping with each desperate inhale, he slides one hand up your back, pulling you up by the back of your neck so he can watch you unravel. You know that’s what he wants, to watch you mindlessly taking him, completely unaware of what you looked or sounded like in your desperate climb to orgasm, so you press your head back into the roof of the car. He lays his head back against the headrest, watching you, teeth bared in a pleased smile as you stick your tongue past your wet lips - begging him for a kiss in your own way since you were far past words.
He pulls you down, and the kiss is surprisingly light, surprisingly quick, the tip of his tongue only lightly brushing yours. Then his grip tightens on both your hip and your neck as he pushes into those harsh thrusts, hips snapping, teeth clenched as he looks up at you.
“Cum on my cock.”
His words are the last push over your peak before you’re digging your hands into his shoulders, moaning his name as you cum on top of him clenching and gasping and sighing. He doesn’t leave your pussy taking too many more hard thrusts than you can handle before he’s pulling you down onto him, giving you those final deep thrusts while buried to the hilt before he’s filling you.
You relax into him, head resting on his shoulder, jumping lightly when his cock twitches inside of you. Eventually, it softens, and you look out the window behind, recognizing where you are, and sliding off of him. You don’t speak for the last few short minutes of the drive home, because you don’t know what to say at this point. It feels like you might ruin something if you do, so you enjoy the silence, slumped into Sukuna’s side as you had been many times before.
Like any other time before, you arrive, the driver helps you out, and he makes sure you get to your front door.
You turn and look out at Sukuna, just as you had the first night he took you home. His window is down, his arm resting on the door, watching you standing there in the doorway. You don’t know what to do, or how to end the night exactly. That final fuck hadn’t felt final enough, so you just wave, as silly as it feels. Sukuna smiles, and you can tell from the way that his head tilts back that he’s done that little amused chuckle you’d earned from him so many times. He raises two fingers slightly, without lifting his hand from where it was.
You thank the driver, you close your door, you lock it.
And decide that’s enough.
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CHAPTER 4
#reminder minors and ageless blogs get blocked#there is more but this could be read as the last chapter and I’ll see how it goes#my writing#jjk fanfic#jjk smut#sukuna#sukuna x reader#ryomen sukuna x reader#self insert#reader insert
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@jegulus-microfic february 18 / pet / 1343 words / part 1 / the one where regulus finally runs into james again <3
It’s been a whole week since Regulus’ first run in with James. Bombardment is more like it. Thing is, whatever you want to call it, Regulus has not stopped thinking about the other man, no matter how hard he tries.
And try he did.
Distracting himself with upcoming assignments, taking extra time to plan out the rest of his week, meticulous as ever. He’s even made it a habit to seek out Barty, Evan, or Pandora to fill up his time even more. Needless to say, he’s done everything in his power to get the mental image of James out of his head.
Problem is, no matter how hard Regulus tries, he fails time and time again because one minute he’ll be reading over a paragraph in his textbook, the next he’s daydreaming about pearly white teeth, glaring in the sun because James has that kind of smile. Ultimately, it turns into a thought of unruly curls and stupid glasses and even more stupid tan skin that Regulus wants to reach out and touch.
Regulus is a creature of habit, so no matter how many times he walked the same path, he never ran into James again. Which is also why it makes things extremely odd when he’s padding down to the shared kitchen in the dorm space to make a late-night studying snack. He’s not one to emerge from the depths of his room or set foot in the shared kitchen.
But tonight is a little different, and boy does it get Regulus exactly what he wants.
Lo and behold, James is standing in front of the stove, stirring something that appears to be soup in a pot, humming casually, unaware that Regulus has entered the room. Regulus didn’t even know James lived in the same dorm building as him. Had he, lots of trouble might have been saved. But now that he knows, oh he knows this is going to be a terrible, terrible problem to have.
As stealthily as possible, Regulus swivels on his heel, appetite having gone completely out the window with his mind elsewhere. He doesn’t get very far before an undeniably sleepy, rough voice comes from behind him.
“Regulus, right?” Regulus stops dead in his tracks, slowly pivoting around to face James once more.
“Jimmy, right?” Regulus mocks, cocking his chin just right. He’s playing a game here, he can’t let James have the upperhand.
That seems to tickle James pink because he’s grinning like a maniac, even with half-lidded eyes full of sleep, looking comical behind the wire-rimmed glasses.
“I’ll give you a second chance, love. Not Jimmy.”
Regulus doesn’t miss the way his breath gets caught in his throat when the word love slips from James’ mouth. He does his best to ignore the fluttering of wings inside the pit of his stomach. Expression schooled, Regulus lets out an exasperated huff.
“You think everyone just remembers you like that?” Regulus asks.
Cheekily, “‘Course they do. It’s the charm.”
“Should’ve pegged you for the type,” Regulus mumbles under his breath.
“If you’ve got something to say, Regulus, you can say it directly to me.”
“Should’ve pegged you for the type, James,” Regulus repeats, louder this time, expression unwavering.
“Oh, so you do remember my name?” James inquires, cocking a brow as he moves the pot from the hot burner.
“It’s the charm,” Regulus mocks again in a teasing manner.
That earns him a laugh, right from the center of James’ chest. Heavy lidded eyes going wide and wild. Laughing with earnestness, and it’s the most rewarding Regulus has felt in the past week. Forget finishing assignments and feeling accomplished, this is a whole new kind of rewarding.
“You know,” James muses, glancing over at Regulus, “all those comments on that video with you like to point out that we had undeniable chemistry.”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Regulus throws back, but his actions take away from the bite as he hunkers back against the doorway into the kitchen.
“Love, I’ve got eyes. I’m not all that stupid, either. You’ve been thinking about me, have you? Thinking about the next time you’ll see me? And you know what, Regulus? I’ve seen you plenty, but have you ever thought that it’s odd you’ve never seen me?”
“Now you just sound like a fucking stalker.”
“Ooh, baby’s got a mouth on him.”
“I’m no one’s baby,” Regulus hisses, his cheeks turning an ungodly pink color. “No pet names.”
“Bet you’d like to be mine,” James taunts, and Regulus almost—almost—takes the bait.
“Fuck off.”
It only makes James grin more, satisfied with his half-win. He’s too busy pouring soup into a ceramic bowl, humming occasionally to some random tune, and then it hits Regulus, like a ton of bricks.
“Is that Chopin?”
James freezes, turning slowly to Regulus with the bowl in his hands. “And what would you do if I said it was?”
“I’d say you’re a little obsessed with me, lover boy,” Regulus comments, the corner of his mouth turning up.
Another one of those cheeky grins, and Regulus wants to punch James straight in the nose.
“It’s undeniable Regulus.” James clicks his tongue, picking up his bowl to cradle it in his hands. “You’re pretty.”
“Oh,” is all Regulus musters up, embarrassed how quick his cheeks go up into flames. He shifts on his feet, suddenly unaware of why he’s even in the shared kitchen anyway, appetite long gone.
“Did you even know that I live here? Hm? Been right in front of you all along, love,” James comments, swirling a spoon around his bowl.
Regulus scoffs. “Yeah, of course. I just avoid you.”
“Don’t lie to me, Regulus.”
The intense gaze coming from James makes Regulus squirm. Because he is, in fact, a big ole liar. He didn’t know anything. Yes, he’s secretly been hoping to run into James again. How can he help himself?
“No,” Regulus finds himself whispering.
“And before you go calling me a stalker again, I’ll inform you that I did know you live here, too. Only from seeing you in passing. Brief glimpses.”
“I don’t think that’s going to break your stalker allegations, James.”
“Say it again.”
“Excuse me?”
“Say my name, Regulus.”
Another, “Oh.”
Regulus blinks, before cocking his head to the side to see just how far he could push it. “James.”
A tongue pokes out from behind those pearly white teeth, teasing Regulus. James looks far too giddy for his own good. He’s got bright eyes and a mouth that Regulus wants to feel against his own. So he pushes it more, taking a bold step closer towards the other man.
“What are you doing here?” James asks, still casually swirling the spoon around the bowl. He’s yet to take a bite.
“Could ask you the same thing.” Another step closer.
“Making food.” James raises his bowl. “Obviously. That brings us back to the real question, what are you doing here?”
Regulus blinks again before he narrows his eyes in retaliation. “Making food. Obviously.”
“By all means, the kitchen is yours.” Without warning, James goes to make his exit, not wasting another second.
No, no, no.
Not again. Not this time.
“Wait,” Regulus’ voice comes out in a hurry, making James stop right in his tracks. He turns over his shoulder and cocks a brow. “Will I see you again?”
“221.”
“I—what?”
A wide grin. “My room. 221. Don’t be a stranger, baby.”
With that, James waltzes right out of the kitchen, leaving behind a rosy-cheeked Regulus. He fumbles for a moment, utterly baffled by this James man. The silence weighs heavy on Regulus’ shoulders as he lets time pass.
Having given up on getting a late night snack, Regulus leaves the kitchen. His ascent up the stairs is slow, lingering on the second floor for more time than needed. He waits and waits and waits. Gives it a good minute before saying fuck it.
It’s nobody’s business if Regulus makes a pit stop on his way back to his room that night. Room 221 to be exact.
#jegulus microfic#jegulus#james potter#regulus black#james x regulus#han's microfics#do i turn this into a whole series hmmmmm
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Moves & Countermoves (Part 4)
Summary: No one ever wins the games, even fourteen years later, Y/N is still playing.
Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
Caesar’s audience goes wild over Katniss. The volunteering, the dry humor and the dress to top it off. It’s more than her mentors hoped for; huddled at the viewing screen, on the twelfth floor. The people will remember her.
“How’d I do?” Katniss asks, immediately upon return.
“You were wonderful,” Effie rejoices.
The brunette looks to Y/N, tucked up under Haymitch’s arm. “Better than anything Haymitch could have scripted for you.”
He wrestles Y/N closer in retaliation. “Nice work, sweetheart.”
Katniss hasn’t known them for a particularly long time, but it is odd to find them so entangled without cause. Is something wrong? She has no more than a moment to ponder; now Peeta is in the hot seat.
“So Peeta, tell me, is there a special girl back home?” The master of ceremonies grins.
“There is this one girl who I’ve had a crush on forever.” He admits with the crowd now wrapped around his finger.
“Well, surely if you win she’ll have to go out with you.” Caesar laughs.
“No, I don’t think winning’s gonna help me at all.” His easy smile is lost, now solemn in this confession.
“And why is that?”
“Because she came here with me.”
Haymitch huffs a laugh, “kid’s got a knack for this.”
“Well that’s bad luck, isn’t it?” Caesar laments.
“Yeah, it is.” Peeta lowers his gaze. Earning him a few sympathetic sighs.
“And I wish you all the best of luck. Peeta Mellark!”
The audience cheers him off stage. Sending an unsuspecting baker’s boy into the elevator to meet the fuming girl on fire.
“She’s gonna kill him.” Y/N warns Haymitch, in a whisper.
“Relax, he’s helping her.”
“I don’t think she sees it that way.” Y/N knows Katniss well enough by now.
Her fears are confirmed when Katniss clamps her hand around Peeta’s shoulder and shoves him up against the wall. “What the hell was that?”
“Ahhh!” Effie squeals at the sight. These people are savages.
“You don’t talk to me, then you say you have a crush on me? You say you wanna train alone? Is that how you wanna play? Huh?” Katniss seethes, keeping her partner pinned there.
Peeta does not fight, makes no move to free himself.
“Stop it,” Haymitch shouts. Watching Y/N peel Katniss off of Peeta.
“Let’s start right now!”
“Stop it!” Haymitch repeats. Taking Katniss by the arm so Y/N can check on Peeta.
“You ok?” She gives the boy a once over.
“Yeah,” he breathes out, still in shock.
“He did you a favor,” Haymitch explains. Strategically speaking, she should be thanking him.
“He made me look weak.”
“He made you look desirable. Which in your case, can’t hurt, sweetheart.”
“He’s right, Katniss,” Cinna steps in.
“Of course I’m right.” Only been doing this twenty-four damn years. “Now, we can sell the star crossed lovers from district twelve.” Haymitch reasons.
“We are not star crossed lovers!” Katniss lunges for Peeta again.
“It’s a television show!” Haymitch snaps. Feeling Y/N’s hand on his back, steadying him. “Being in love with that boy might just get you sponsors; which could save your damn life.”
“Let’s get to bed, hmm?” Y/N pats Peeta gently on the cheek. “Tomorrow is a big day.” She steps around her husband to give Katniss the same treatment.
“Good idea,” Haymitch decides. These kids will be the death of him. “Maybe we can deliver you both in one piece.”
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“You stay away from the cornucopia, it’s a bloodbath. Look for allies, water and high ground; remember what I taught you. They’ll show the fallen tributes in the sky each night, incase you lose count of the cannon.”
Peeta nods, hands clasped in Y/N’s as they approach ground level. Katniss is with Haymitch, in the adjacent elevator, receiving similar wisdom.
“If there’s no water, that’s where sponsors come in. We’ll send it as soon as we can.” Y/N tells him. Cover all your bases, this is your last chance.
“What about Katniss?”
“Same goes for Katniss, whatever you need, I’ll do my best to get.”
“I asked Haymitch to throw my sponsor’s money to Katniss.” Peeta tells his mentor. “Save her, for her sister.”
“You have people rooting for you too,” she says pointedly. “Never forget that. If you change your mind about the sponsors just say so.”
The doors open into the scorching sun near the launch pad.
Peeta steps out, still hanging loosely from one of Y/N’s hands. “I guess this is goodbye.”
“Bring it in,” her arms open wide.
“Thank you, for everything.” Peeta hugs her, in parting.
“You’re welcome.” Y/N returns the embrace, just as tightly.
“I’m gonna make you proud.”
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“And that Claudius, is the familiar sound of cannon, symbolizing the end of another fallen tribute.” Caesar narrates.
Eight down in the blood bath.
Haymitch takes a steadying breath, the children beside them in the viewing room run about. Brother chasing sister with a toy sword while the parents look on and laugh.
Y/N is deep in conversation with Cashmere, paying them no mind. Pointing to the screen on occasion as they whisper amongst themselves.
The boy trips over his little sister, falling sword first against Cashmere’s back.
The blonde smiles, turning the plastic blade away, “you got me.”
The kids giggle and run off, leaving the parents to apologize. “We are so terribly sorry.”
“No worries.” The blonde is not here to mentor and doesn’t want to draw anymore attention. Excusing herself after a moment.
“Everything ok?” Haymitch asks.
Y/N nods, eyes trained on the monitor.
Haymitch knows better than to push for information she isn’t ready to give. Instead he focuses on the positive, Katniss and Peeta are still alive.
The boy forming an alliance with the careers. Stupid…smart if it doesn’t get him killed. The girl forging a path away from the excitement, she wants to go it alone. Stupid of a different variety.
In the games you pick your poison.
Part 5
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Bluebell
⟡ Contains: Dottore x Gn!Reader, Sfw, Angst to set the scene, Fluff otherwise, Dottore has amnesia, Reader is married to Dottore
You and Dottore had always been the envy of Snezhnaya, your relationship being quite the popular topic among its citizens. Everyone in the Fatui, from Cicin Mages to the Harbingers themselves, knew about your marriage. It was impossible to be out of the loop, as gossip spread like wildfire in the headquarters. Even if one were to live under a rock, the way Dottore looked at you with pure and unmistakable adoration was a dead giveaway.
For approximately a year, things were peaceful. You spent every day by Dottore’s side, and every night in his embrace. Until one fateful day, when one of Dottore’s experiments failed, and awfully so. The explosion could even be heard from the offices on the upper levels. You also worked in the headquarters, and your heart lurched in fear when you heard the loud bang.
Running down the stairs leading towards his lab, you could feel the panic setting in. There was nothing you could do to help, as Dottore never let you into his lab in fear of something happening to you. Your eyes began tearing up as you saw the walls of his lab completely collapsed, and your blue-haired husband trapped under the rubble. In the past, Dottore had made it very clear to his assistants that, in case of an emergency, they were to hold you back. They honored his request, and you could only watch in horror as the medical staff rushed in to save him, struggling against the arms keeping you from your beloved husband.
In the aftermath of the explosion, Dottore was rushed to the nearby hospital. You sat anxiously in the waiting room, tears streaming down your face. Your heart was beating faster than ever before as you silently prayed to the Tsaritsa to spare his life. Eventually, after what felt like hours, you were given permission to visit Dottore.
When you walked into Dottore’s hospital room, he was asleep on the bed, his chest and the top of his head mostly bandaged up. It pained you to see your husband like that, and as you sat down next to him, he began to slowly open his eyes.
"Darling?" You asked tentatively before reaching out and stroking his cheek.
Dottore looked up at you, his red eyes filled with confusion. "Sorry, who are you?"
Your worst nightmare had come true.
The months following the incident had been difficult; however, you were relieved to find that Dottore’s affection for you hadn’t disappeared. The hospital staff had informed you that there was indeed a small chance for him to regain some—if not all—of his memories. That possibility was like the light at the end of the tunnel for you, and no matter how long it would take, you vowed to help Dottore remember your past together. You swore to stay by him in sickness and in health, after all.
One night, as you lay in bed together, Dottore turned over to face you. "Love?"
"Yes darling? What is it?" You asked, a little worried that something might be wrong.
"I’m sorry that I can’t remember anything right now; it must really hurt you. My memories—they’re all so hazy. But I do recall how I felt, and I want you to understand that my feelings haven’t changed a bit." Dottore said, a comforting look in his eyes.
You smiled at him. "Dottore, you’ve reminded me of that nearly every night since you got back from the hospital. Don’t worry; I know you still love me, and I’m very glad to have you in my life."
"I know I’ve told you many times, but I feel like I need to assure you, or else you may fret about it." Dottore spoke softly, reaching out to stroke your hair.
"Love, I won’t. What’s most important right now is that you get a good night’s sleep. Tell you what, I’ll take you to where we first met tomorrow morning; maybe it’ll help your memory a little."
Dottore smiled at your words and nodded. "That’d be great." He paused for a second before hesitantly asking, ".. may I hold you?"
Something about his strangely shy tone evoked an odd feeling in your chest. Even after all the years you spent together with him, he still found new ways to stir the butterflies in your stomach. Without even answering his question, you wrapped your arms around his body, burying your face into the crook of his neck.
Dottore gently put a hand on the top of your head, calmly stroking your hair. The warmth of your husband’s skin and the rhythm of his heart made you slowly drift off to sleep. No matter how difficult things got, you’d always have him.
When you woke up in the morning, Dottore was still sleeping soundly next to you, a peaceful look on his face. Your eyes fell to the scars on his chest left by the accident, a constant reminder of the time you nearly lost him. Despite all of Dottore’s strength as the Second of the Fatui Harbingers, one mistake could have ended his life.
Your mind began to race at the possibilities of what could have happened if even one little factor had been changed. Would he not be lying next to you right now if he’d been even a foot closer to the explosion?
Unconsciously, you reached out to touch those rough patches on his skin, accidentally rousing him from his sleep. Your breathing was a little shallow as your brain spiraled. Despite just waking up, Dottore instantly recognized your distress and pulled you into his arms.
"Darling, can you breathe deeply for me? Hyperventilating will only make you feel worse." Dottore said softly as he stroked your back, trying to soothe your anxiety.
After about a minute, your breathing slowed down with much encouragement from Dottore. His gentle words and touch grounded you; he was here, not back in the accident. And he never would be, because things were okay now.
"I’m sorry for waking you, Love. I was just overthinking again; that’s all." You spoke quietly, with a tinge of guilt in your voice.
Picking up on it, Dottore began to reassure you. "It’s not your fault for being anxious, [Name]. What happened back then was very traumatic for you; it’d leave a lasting impact on anyone. So don’t apologize to me for anything; you don’t need to. Plus, I don’t need to sleep in any longer than I did; if you’re feeling that way again, please don’t hesitate to ask me for help, even if I’m asleep."
Dottore knew exactly what to say to calm your mind; he always had. Cuddling up next to him once more, you breathed in his scent as he brushed through your hair with his fingers.
"We should get ready soon, darling. I promised to take you to where we first met, after all."
"Don’t feel obligated to; if you’d prefer to stay at home today, that’s fine." Dottore said as he continued to run his fingers through your hair.
"I want to go as well, Dottore. My offer to take you still stands." You assured him as you began to get out of bed.
Once you two had gotten ready, you led Dottore out of the house. Due to losing his memories, Dottore was unfamiliar with the streets he once knew so well, so you had to show him the way.
After a short stroll through the main city of Snezhnaya, you stopped at a large building made from grey stone bricks of varying lengths and shades.
Reading the sign on the front of it, Dottore asked, "We met at the library?"
"Yeah, we did. It was by pure coincidence that I even talked to you in the first place." You replied with a soft smile on your face. It had been so long since that day, and oh, how things had changed.
Hand in hand, you brought Dottore into the library and up the stairs to the second floor. You led him over to a small reading corner surrounded by large windows, which contained a singular round wooden table with two plush chairs on either side. A strong sense of deja vu washed over Dottore as he walked closer to the room.
You motioned for him to sit down, then took your own place next to the table. You gazed fondly around the room for a brief moment, before resting your eyes on your husband, who sat in front of you.
"I was sitting in this very chair when we had our first conversation." You paused, thinking back on that day. "You know, I was scared of you at first."
"You were... scared of me? Why?" Dottore asked with a confused look on his face.
You chuckled. "Darling, have you forgotten you’re ranked second out of the Eleven Fatui Harbingers? Of course I was terrified."
"[Name], I’ve been reminded of what my title entails, but nothing of the reputation it holds." Dottore explained. "What exactly do you mean?"
"Let’s just say... You were a very intimidating man back then. Everyone who didn’t know you properly fled in terror when they saw you."
"Really? Have people changed how they view me since the accident?"
"Not exactly; you’ve kept your status and title, after all. That’s what people are afraid of."
Dottore thought that over for a minute, then hesitantly asked, "Love, was I wrong to you in the past?"
Surprised by his words, you responded, "Archons no, what would make you think that?"
"You kept saying how frightening I was back then—and how I apparently still am. I can’t help but worry that I did something awful to you."
You reached out to gently stroke Dottore’s cheek, assuring him. "Oh, darling, I’m sorry I didn’t make it more clear. I don’t think you’re any of those things. Sure, back when we first met, I was scared by your title like everyone else. But as we got acquainted, I saw a different side of you, one which was nothing like the man the public viewed you as."
"I’m glad." Dottore paused, before asking, "Could you possibly tell me about the day we met, since we’re here?"
"Of course, I’d be happy to." You continued, "It was a particularly gloomy day, and a heavy blanket of snow covered the ground—the amount being more than it usually was. Despite all of that, I couldn’t stand being inside; I instead decided to go out into the storm. Many of the buildings and stores in the city were closed, but the library wasn’t."
"Oh dear, I hope you didn’t freeze to death; Snezhnaya is already a harsh place as it is." Dottore said softly.
"You worry too much, my love. I was perfectly fine." You replied, assuring him.
"Alright, I’m simply making sure. Isn’t that what a husband ought to do?"
"Darling, that happened six years ago." You chuckled, but you could feel your heart fluttering at his concern.
"Well, I’m still going to express my worry regardless of how much time has passed, and that’s final." Dottore smiled at you, before saying, "anyway, please go on. I’d love to hear the rest of the story."
That smile of his only made your heart beat faster. "As I said, the library wasn’t closed, so I decided to head over to warm up inside. After all, I went there a lot back then to relax. Coincidentally, when I climbed up the stairs, you were there, sitting in my usual spot.
"When I saw the Second Harbinger himself seated in that chair, I really did consider turning around and walking all the way back to my apartment through the deep snow. However, hearing my footsteps, you looked up from your book towards me. Once you’d sensed my presence, I figured there was no turning back. After all, it would’ve been highly disrespectful to run the opposite way when you looked at me.
"So, despite my shaking legs, I made my way over and sat down across from you. Despite having your mask on, I knew you were looking directly at me. Though terrified, I attempted to make small talk to fill the silence. That small talk turned into a full conversation, and then another, and another; we barely realized how late it was, and we were only alerted to the time when it had gotten quite dark outside. You gently took my hand in yours and walked me home to make sure I was safe, only bidding me farewell when I was at my door."
Dottore silently listened to your story, smiling softly as you finished telling it. "I wish I could remember that day; it sounded like it was a truly lovely one."
Noticing the slight falter in Dottore’s smile as he said that, you gave him a quick kiss. "It’s okay, darling. Don’t fret; we’ll make many more beautiful memories together in the future. Anywhere you want to go, I’ll take you."
Without another word, Dottore stood up and pulled you into his arms, fully picking you up off the ground.
"I—wha—what are you doing?" You stuttered, quite flustered as well as a little confused.
"Taking you home, like I did back then." He simply said.
"Darling, you held my hand to lead me back to my apartment. You didn’t carry me!" You replied, chuckling.
Dottore continued walking, his grip on you firm yet comfortable. "Hm, well, I prefer it this way. So I will have it this way."
You sighed, nuzzling closer to him. "You’ve always been like this, and I love you for it."
That night, you couldn’t bear to leave Dottore’s embrace for even a second. Comforted by his scent and the warmth of his skin, you drifted off peacefully. For a moment, it was easy to forget that the accident had ever happened. He still held you the exact same way as he used to, after all. Some things truly never change.
When Dottore woke up the next morning, he noticed that you weren’t cuddled up next to him as you usually were. "[Name]..? Where—"
"I’m right here, darling. Don’t worry." Just then, you walked into the room, holding a mug in both hands.
Dottore looked at you as you sat down on the bed next to him, his tone still a little sleepy. "What’s in the mug?"
"It’s coffee; you’ll like it. I swear." You said, offering it to him.
Dottore hesitated, unsure. "I don’t want to take something you made for yourself."
"No, no. Darling, I made it for you." You chuckled, smiling at him.
"You did?" Dottore looked a little surprised. "You’re too sweet, darling. Are you suggesting I drink it because I liked it back then?" Dottore took the cup, staring at its contents.
"You’re right, my love. It used to be your favorite."
The drink was as dark as the abyss, and smelled quite strongly. Dottore put the mug to his lips, and tentatively took a sip. Instantly, his eyes lit up, and he drank nearly half the cup.
Dottore’s expression made your heart skip a beat. He looked so happy to be experiencing his drink of choice for the first time again.
Dottore then downed the rest of the cup, and looked up at you with a sparkle in his deep red eyes. "Darling, could you make me another? Or, even better, teach me how to make such a lovely drink?"
"Love, if I teach you, you’ll make yourself crazy. Too much caffeine can give you anxiety. However, I'm sure another cup won’t hurt you." You smiled at him, and then walked out of the room to brew him another drink.
Day after day, Dottore woke up with you in his arms, and each morning, you made him coffee for him to have with breakfast. Life had been very lovely, but there had been little to no progress in recovering any of Dottore’s memories.
Even so, you refused to give up.
One evening, when Dottore had gotten back from work, you seemed quite eager to show him something.
"Darling, quick, follow me!" You said, grabbing his hand and pulling him upstairs.
Although Dottore was a little dazed at your enthusiasm, he followed you to the second floor of the house. "What is it, my love? Do you have something to show me?"
You dragged him over to a window in the bedroom and began to unlock it. Once you were done, you pushed it open and began to climb out onto the roof, leading Dottore along with you.
"[Name], are you sure this is safe? I wouldn’t want you to get hurt." Dottore said as he carefully stepped out, holding onto you tightly.
"Actually, coming up here was your idea in the first place. Back then, at least." You replied, sitting down on the roof, dangling your legs over the edge.
Dottore sat down next to you. "Even so, you need to be careful, darling."
Ignoring his words, you nudged him and pointed up at the sky. "Look."
As the sun began to set, the clouds were dusted with a beautiful pink color, painting a stunning picture. Dottore was not particularly intrigued by beautiful landscapes, but even he was enamored by such a scene. Especially if his beloved was watching it with him.
While Dottore was gazing at the sky, you pulled a small bunch of bluebell flowers out of a pocket in your coat, and extended your arm to offer the gift to him.
Noticing the sweet smell, he looked down and saw the pretty blue blossoms in your hand.
"..Are these for me..?" Dottore spoke, a blush rising in his cheeks.
You nodded, smiling gently. "They are. Back then, you loved to give me bluebells on any occasion you could."
Dottore closed his eyes and put the flowers to his nose, breathing in the scent. Suddenly, his eyes shot open, and he turned to face you. "Darling? Did I.. did I ask you to marry me up here?"
You looked at him in surprise. "Y—you remember?"
Dottore’s deep red eyes were shining with happy tears. "I do! I remember!"
Dottore wrapped his arms around you, and kissed you deeply. Draping your arms around his neck, you reciprocated his passion, letting yourself melt into his embrace.
Unexpectedly, Dottore pinned you down, and pushed your head to one side. Softly, he began to bite your neck all over, sending a shiver of pleasure down your spine. Oh Archons, he knew how to drive you crazy.
"Darling, didn’t you say to be careful? Aren’t you afraid we might fall?" You teased, a little out of breath.
Pausing for a moment, Dottore replied, "I would never allow you to fall."
Dottore moved his face away from your neck, instead pressing his lips to yours once more. He tilted your chin up as he fervently kissed you over and over, pouring all his love into the act.
The sun had long ago set when you two finally climbed back through the window.
In bed, Dottore pulled you into his arms, and whispered in your ear, "Sweet dreams, my lovely Bluebell."
"Found a new petname for me, huh?"
"Indeed, it suits you. You’re sweet-smelling, pretty, and you help me get my memories back." Dottore said softly.
You chuckled. "Where in the world did you ever learn to be this charming?"
Yet again, you spent the rest of the night cuddled up next to him, sleeping soundly. His body next to yours was something you were forever grateful for, and you hoped you’d never have to sleep alone again, like you did when he was being treated all those months ago.
You slept, knowing there was hope. Maybe, one day in the future, Dottore would truly recall all those years you spent together. But for now, one memory is enough.
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Call Me Luna
(Stray Kids x Reader)
Chapter 2
2,355 Words
A/N: Y’all have no idea how hard I fought for my life against Tumblr to post this. Hope you guys enjoy, lmk what you think!💞
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Honestly, you had never intended to sign on for a job with a big company, especially one that was just starting out with an omegan caretaker program. It was just easier to settle down with a nice rich pack where your clients already had cooks and cleaners and you mostly just had to listen to the members complain about each other and settle minor disputes. That was how the last pack you worked for operated.
But, you applied anyway. You were a fan of several of the bands and it was no big deal if they rejected you, which was pretty likely. If they only had one caretaker per band and a couple hundred truly qualified candidates, the odds weren’t 100% in your favor, especially because you didn’t grow up in Korea. Still, it would be an interesting story to tell people.
Even if there was a 99.99% chance they were rejecting you, it still took you some time to muster up the courage to open the email from JYPE.
When you finally managed to do so, you were sitting in your bed with your laptop in front of you. Just in case you took the news worse than you thought, you opened up a tab for how to start a new life.
Nothing bad was going to happen, you reminded yourself, the email either says yes or no, they aren’t going to come beat you up if they reject you.
Sucking in a deep breath and closing your eyes, you clicked on the email. Giving yourself a few seconds to enjoy this moment before your heart broke just a little, you finally opened your eyes.
“Dear Ms. L/N Y/N, we were quite impressed with your blah blah blah yada yada yada…” Glossing over all the formalities, your eyes skipped to the important part.
“After careful consideration, we’ve decided to accept you as an omegan caretaker for one of our bands.”
Wait.
Shit.
Shit.
What?
They wanted you as the omegan caretaker of one of their bands? Choosing not to trust your eyes, you read over that sentence five more times before collapsing backwards onto your bed, exhaling harshly.
You sat back up to read the rest of the email and see if they specified which band. Maybe it was a completely made up band just for a prank or something.
“Unfortunately we are not at liberty to tell you which band you will be working with just yet, for safety and privacy reasons. You will be told your assignment once you meet with us in person.”
Shit, you thought, I guess I’ve got to pack.
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You weren’t sure whether it was better or worse they didn’t tell you which band you were assigned to.
For the entire duration of the flight, you were wondering which group it would be and what you knew about each one. You couldn’t think of anything else and you couldn’t go to sleep or anything, no matter what you tried. However, if you had known who it was, your mind would have done the same, only it would have been freaking out about certain members and what each person was like and what they needed from you.
Secondary gender dynamics were a bit of a controversial subject in the kpop industry. Some companies made their fans aware of their idols’ classification, even some talking about it freely in interviews.
However, JYPE kept most of that information private. Of course, there were guesses made by the fans, and sometimes stalkers who tried their best to uncover their bias’ secondary gender.
You didn’t want to make assumptions, but you did know that most groups had alphas as their leaders, a bit of an out-dated custom but as long as the group dynamic worked and everyone got along with each other, it was above your pay grade.
Also, something you would have to adapt to would be if you were assigned to a boy group or a girl group. The difference didn’t matter much to you personally, but in the industry, there were certain things you had to consider.
After a while of all this swirling around in your mind, even some of it getting jotted down in your Notes app, you were startled from your thoughts by the pilot’s voice, telling you that you would be landing soon.
Honestly, after that, you kind of forgot the rest, it all happened so fast.
You arrived at night and found a person with a sign reading your name. You walked up and introduced yourself. They had a car and you got in.
At some point, you had tried to get out information regarding the group you had been assigned to, but apparently “once you meet with us in person” did not extend to your driver.
You were taken to a nice hotel that had been paid for by the company and told to rest. There would be a meeting at the company in the morning.
Just like on the plane, you knew you wouldn’t be able to sleep, so you took your time getting ready.
There was a huge shower and a nice tub, so you decided, ‘screw it, I’m doing both’.
You washed yourself with soap that highlighted your natural omega scent and when you dried off, you lotioned everywhere.
After taking a tentative sniff of the hotel body wash, you were glad you brought your own. Evidently, all the money that the hotel got from its rich guests didn’t go into shower products.
You washed your face until you had practically rubbed a layer of skin off and then spent far too long picking an outfit.
Despite the limited space in your suitcases, you finally managed to find one you deemed adequate.
Checking yourself over in the mirror, you couldn’t help a little shiver of excitement.
Holy shit they want me. Me! MEEEEEEE!!!
Unfortunately, the excitement quickly turned into anxiety.
Fuck, what if they don’t? What if they look at me and say “oh shit she was actually supposed to go into the ‘never ever ever pile’”? Or worse. They know it’s you and they’re expecting you to be amazing and then you’re going to somehow set the building on fire.
You flopped backwards onto the way-too-big-for-any-one-person bed and just decided to space out to some music.
While you weren’t actually in the music business, it was cool that your new job had led you somewhere more . . . music-adjacent.
After listening to one or two songs and washing away your thoughts, your alarm went off, telling you it was time to go down to the lobby where another car would be waiting for you.
It was a short drive to the company and for the most part, you had managed to keep your sanity in check. However, once you saw the signs outside the building, your heartbeat skyrocketed.
Is this meeting with the managers or just the band? Maybe it will just be with managers or a special team for organizing the caretakers. Would you get to meet the other caretakers? That could be fun, getting to share tips and exchanging stories about awful clients.
That thought calmed you partially, but most of your brain was consumed with just one concern: god, I hope the band likes me.
You were ushered through the door and a pretty beta who introduced herself as Jisu took you to an elevator and up to the conference room where your meeting would take place.
They had given you a pastel yellow lanyard that said ‘CARETAKER’ and when you looked around the room, you could see that most of the people in the room had one as well.
After telling you to sit anywhere, Jisu left the room, presumably to greet and guide someone else.
You smiled at the people in the room, there were three other caretakers sitting at a table and two people who stood up looking down at clipboards. All of the caretakers were omegas, along with one of the clipboard people, but the other was a beta. One of the caretakers, a dark-skinned woman who looked to be just a couple years older than you, smiled back kindly and you elected to sit next to her. Her scent was like sweet wild berries.
She leaned over and whispered, “So, first time in Korea?” You couldn’t place her accent, but you wanted to hear more of it.
You turned to her and nodded. “Yes, but I’ve studied the language and culture so hopefully I’ll be able to adjust quickly.”
“Yes, but you can only learn so much without actually being here. It’s very different from my home,” she mused.
About to ask her where she was from, you were interrupted by Jisu escorting another person with a yellow badge into the room. Immediately after, a beta man in a suit came in with a bunch of files and sat down in the front of the room with his hands folded in front of him.
“Greetings, I am Park Kwang-sun and I will be overseeing all of the omegan caretaker operations. Today, we will train you on what the company expects from you as well as how to deal with any problems that will arise. Mostly, we will focus on what you can do in public and on camera versus what you can do in private. We should end at around lunchtime and then, after a break, you will receive the assignments regarding which band you will be tending to.”
You could feel the air go a little sharper, with every caretaker in the room anticipating which client they will get.
Kwang-sun continued on. “After that, you will meet with one of the managers of that band to discuss specifics and then the cars will take you back.”
Okay. Okay, no actual meeting the band today. That was fine. That way you could study up on the members and decide the best way to interact with them.
You settled in for a couple hours of watching a slideshow, telling you mostly that you couldn’t curse, reveal private information, or do anything inappropriate on camera or in public. It was a bit obvious and therefore a bit boring, but seeing a serious, professional man in a suit and perfect haircut stand with a slide behind him displaying every curse word you could think of, in English and Korean, did bring you some amusement.
Kwang-sun explained that since they were just starting out with an omegan caretaker program, along with the rest of the kpop industry, your role could be negotiated into what you felt was best for the band. If you just wanted to take care of them in private, or if you wanted to be with them 100% of the time, you could bring that up with the band and their managers and they would figure out the best way to adapt.
When it was time for break, they brought up meals from the cafeteria that were actually pretty good and you got to know a little about the other caretakers.
The dark-skinned woman was named Saira and she was born in India but studied in Paris. There was another woman, lighter-skinned but with striking purple lipstick named Millie, who was born and studied in London. The curly-haired man sitting next to Millie introduced himself as Justin, and he was from Cairo. The man who came in after you said his name was Jae and he was from Busan but studied in New York.
The company must have been serious about finding the best people for the job since these people came from all over. You felt slightly intimidated and definitely under qualified.
You were evidently the youngest there, then Justin, Millie, Saira, and finally Jae, though you and Jae were only a couple years apart.
You learned that Millie had always wanted to be a caretaker, inspired by the one that her pack had when she was young. Jae was originally planning to become a doctor and had even completed a year of pre-med, but decided to focus more on mental health. After growing up in a pack mostly made up of omegas, Saira studied pack dynamics with a focus on alphas in order to round out what she didn’t know from her own experience. Justin had been a mechanic and had planned on going to law school before he signed up for a part-time caretaker initiation program with his friend and discovered his calling.
It was nice to learn about the other caretakers and their experiences, but your thoughts were mostly occupied with which group you would be assigned to.
After seemingly ages, Kwang-sun came back with five files under his arm. Checking the names, he handed one out to each of you.
Huh. It looked so plain for something that was going to change your life. Just a manila folder with your name in black, bolded ink. You looked around to your fellow caretakers. No one had looked inside their files yet, awaiting instructions to do so. However, Jae and Saira, as the oldest, seemed to be much more composed than Justin and Millie who each had wide eyes mirroring your own.
Back at the front of the room, Kwang-sun had grabbed a clipboard from one of the two others in the room, neither of them had said anything for the entire time so you really didn’t know what they were here for.
Kwang-sun looked up with a smile. “Now, for what I’m sure you’ve all been waiting for. Here are your assignments: Jae you will be working with TWICE.”
A silent nod was all the acknowledgement Jae gave.
“Saira, you will be working with NMIXX.”
In response, she gave a thoughtful “hmm” but nothing more.
“Millie, you will be working with Xdinary Heroes.”
Her jaw dropped slightly but she took a deep breath and nodded like Jae.
“Justin, you will be working with ITZY.”
He let out a sharp exhale that sounded a bit like a laugh.
“And Y/N, you will be working with Stray Kids.”
You felt ice and fire fighting in your veins.
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Messy
Part 2/2
Characters: Reader x Baekhyun
Genre: Enemies(ish) to lovers, roommates, smut
WC: 7k
Tag List: @sulkygyu @ltamiee @archernarbeta
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It was when you woke up the next morning and replayed it all in your head that you realized how odd it all felt. Baekhyun was still asleep next to you and you couldn’t help but admire his sleeping face. He looked so peaceful like this, and it was cute how his face even looked a little swollen. He was such a pretty man. Even with that stupid red and black mullet framing his face, he still looked amazing.
You couldn’t get over the fact that you’d held onto him like you did, even though it was only because you were scared. And what were you supposed to do now? Get up and leave before he wakes up? Stay there and wait? Would he want to talk about it? You hoped he wouldn’t. But then when would you clarify that it was all only because you were scared? He definitely needed to know that you never would have done that under normal circumstances.
Before you could dwell on it any further you felt him moving, turning until he was facing you, a tired look on his face as he slowly sat up.
“Good morning.” He mumbled, voice deep and rough from just having woken up. “Did you sleep okay?”
You already felt yourself reddening as you nodded back at him.
“You know I don’t think I’ve ever met someone who’s that huge of a baby about thunderstorms, that was really something.”
Immediately a frown pulled at your lips and you let out a sound of disagreement, picking up the nearest pillow and launching it in his direction.
“Can you not go even one day without being a menace?” You groaned. “They’re just scary, it’s like being in a real life horror movie constantly waiting for the next jump scare. I hate it.”
“Yeah I could tell.” He giggled. “Are there any more irrational fears of yours I should know about? Need me to check the closet for monsters? Or under the bed?”
You groaned and pulled the blanket back over yourself. “I’m not that much of a wimp, it usually takes a lot more to scare me.”
“Yeah?” You heard him say and him and his phone flashlight were invading your space beneath his blanket.
Before you had any time to think his face was directly before yours, beneath his blankets, illuminated only by the faint glow of his phone somewhere among the mess of bedding. Your eyes were wide, unsure what he was doing or why. His face was serious, scanning yours intently. You were glad that the dim light hid most of the redness on your cheeks, but he didn’t need to see it to tell how flustered you were. Your lips were parted slightly, trying to find something to say, to question what he was doing, but nothing would come out. You watched as his eyes moved down to your lips, moving into a small smirk as he took in just how affected you were by it all already.
His eyes moved back up, locking with yours, and a loud clap had you screeching and falling back as Baekhyun burst into laughter.
This time you wouldn’t admit defeat so easily and you grabbed the closest pillow, a nice dense memory foam one, and whipped it across the air in front of you, landing square at the side of Baekhyun’s face.
You heard him grunt and brace himself against the mattress, but before you could celebrate your hit you were being struck yourself, the soft mass pushing you down to your side. You got a hold of yourself quickly and went back to offensive mode, trying to land another hit but Baekhyun was clever and dodged every swing of your (his) pillow.
You gave yourself a brief break to catch your breath between swings but Baekhyun quickly took the chance to land another hit, making you fall onto your back. You saw him getting close and started swinging again, but your movements were brought to a halt when he caught your wrist in one hand, holding it still. Baekhyun was giggling to himself like a madman, so amused by your struggling and fighting him, and you couldn’t help but smile as well.
With your free hand you reached and grabbed until you found something and when you landed a perfect hit, catching Baekhyin completely off guard, you let out a triumphant laugh. However, before you could even sit up fully to celebrate, Baekhyun’s hands covered both of your wrists, pinning them to the bed on either side of your pillow. You struggled for a moment, still giggling, squeezing your eyes shut and trying to escape his grip but he wasn’t going to let you go.
When you slowly opened your eyes Baekhyun was hovering directly over you, and you became all too aware of the situation you were in. You were already panting just from the pillow fight, but now your heart raced as well as you looked up at him, grinning down at you, hands firmly intertwined with yours as he continued to hold you down. He watched as your eyes opened and your face shifted, smile falling as you realized the position you were in. Baekhyun was on top of you, hovering over you, pinning you down to his bed. The room felt like it was becoming hotter with every passing second as you stared up at him helplessly.
“I win.” He whispered.
You scoffed, trying to act unaffected, but you knew he would see right through you. When you felt his grip on you loosen you sat up, turning away from him and pouting.
“You play dirty.”
“You’re just saying that ‘cause you lost.” He responded with a grin.
You narrowed your eyes at him, throwing one last pillow in his direction before finally getting up out of his bed. He was still chuckling to himself as you left his room for your own.
The bowl on your bed had a decent amount of water in it and you knew it would be a pain to get it fixed and clean your sheets. You had quite an annoying day ahead of you.
Once you’d finished getting ready and called the landlord, you made your way to the kitchen, surprised to see Baekhyun apparently already cooking something. To your surprise he had actually made breakfast for both of you, and as you walked into the kitchen a plate of food was shoved into your hands and Baekhyun was motioning for you to sit down with him. You let out a little sigh, but sat down with him nonetheless.
“What did the landlord say?” He eventually asked.
You let out a short dry laugh, rolling your eyes. “That he would ‘try and get around to it soon.’”
Baekhyun made a face, clearly displeased by what you’d said but the drama of it brought a smile to your lips. The two of you went on to make fun of the mean old man, and in no time Baekhyun had you laughing so hard you felt tears in your eyes.
He was having a great time as well, happily grinning at how easy it was to amuse you, and seeing him enjoying himself too made you feel wonderful. However what struck you the most about his behavior that morning was how he looked at you when neither of you were talking or laughing. Just seeing that frustratingly perfect face with a genuine smile, a smile reserved just for you, one that didn’t come from teasing or making fun of you, but just having fun together.
Despite the cool fuckboy persona he was starting to appear much more warm and soft to you. He was again wearing his glasses and combined with the oversized t-shirt and sweats he wore he really did look cute.
He was bringing the dishes to the kitchen when you asked him, “How come you never wear your glasses outside?”
You heard a small exhale of a laugh leave him before answering. “They look pretty stupid don’t you think?”
You frowned. “I like them.”
He looked at you with one eyebrow raised.
“I’m serious! They make you look less, I don’t know, douchey?”
At that he scoffed, a hand coming up to his face as he looked at you with fake shock and grief.
“Douchey? You think I look douchey??”
You were happily giggling at his reaction. “Are you kidding? With that hair and those stupid flamboyant outfits you always wear? Half the time you look like someone who would try to sell cheap cocaine on a cruise or something.”
“I look like a cheap drug dealer now? And the glasses are supposed to help with that?!”
The bewildered look on his face only served to satisfy you more as you shrugged at his question.
“When you’re dressed like a normal person and have the glasses on you’re almost kind of cute sometimes.” The words flew out of your mouth before you could stop them.
“Cute?”
Fuck. That wasn’t supposed to come out, not out loud at least. Sure, deep down you’d thought so for a while, but saying it straight to his face was downright mortifying. The last thing you needed was more reason for Baekhyun to tease you.
But that ship had long sailed when he saw the immediate look of regret on your face after you said it. The previous argument was long forgotten as he took in what you’d said, and how flustered you were about it now that he called you out. Your face had gone bright red, eyes wide as you stumbled over your words trying to make some sort of excuse for why you’d said it and failing horribly.
He really wouldn’t have thought twice about it if you hadn’t reacted the way you did, but seeing how you immediately seemed to freak out, he easily put two and two together. To say that it pleased him would be an understatement.
“You’re not falling for me now are you?” He taunted, a wicked grin on his lips and a mischievous look in his eyes.
You were too flabbergasted to even respond. Baekhyun noticed this too of course, and took good note of it.
“What is it? Hm? I’m right, aren't I?”
That was your last straw, and you got up to go to your room. “You’re crazy” was all you got out before closing the door.
Finally alone, you could properly begin to lose your mind. Why the fuck had you said that. You knew he’d never let it go, that was exactly why you so strongly opposed any sort of flirting when it came to him. For him to know just how much he got under your skin, and how you felt more and more drawn to him despite your best efforts, was your personal hell.
Baekhyun just stayed sitting at the table, chuckling to himself at how flustered you’d become. He wondered, if it would really be that bad an idea to try and start something with you. Of course he found you attractive, even more so than most of the girls he’d take home, but until recently it didn’t even seem like a possibility. But now, he thought, now things were different. It was pretty clear - you had a thing for him. But being roommates still complicated things.
A few days later your birthday came, which you’d been looking forward to since leaving home for the semester. It would be the first time having your family visit you there, and they promised you a nice dinner and upcoming weekend together. You didn’t have the perfect family by any means, and in fact things often weren’t so great with them, but you were still excited to see them after being apart so long.
You’d made this clear to Baekhyun, who promised to stay out of your hair while they were visiting. Not only to give you more time for your family, but so they wouldn’t raise any questions about you living with a guy. You knew how your family liked to make a big deal of those types of things.
Your birthday fell on a Friday, and they were flying in that afternoon to spend the weekend in town. All day you ran around the apartment, making sure it was spotless for when they arrived. Baekhyun was still home, but he had his own plans to go out later and crash with some friends.
When it started getting a little later in the day, you wondered why they hadn’t texted you yet, about their flight or your birthday or anything. It wasn’t like they were the types to constantly text anyway, but it was still odd.
At 4pm, when their flight was supposed to land and you still hadn’t heard anything, you decided to call. For all you knew they still needed you to pick them up from the airport. However when your mother picked up, your worries were only confirmed.
She greeted you with a “sorry sweetie” and you knew they weren’t coming. They’d missed their flight, and not even for any good reason, they just didn’t plan ahead, at all. Rebooking costs money, so they called the whole thing off.
“We didn’t want to bother you about it” She’d said on the phone. “You can just go out with your friends now, I’m sure you’re already doing that anyway!”
You told her you would, and that it was alright, and then you hung up and changed out of your nice clothes into sweats. She didn’t need to know that you still hadn’t made any new friends at college.
What a birthday, you thought, as you made your way to the kitchen to make your own dinner, instead of eating out at your favorite restaurant. Too upset and lazy to cook, you ended up just grabbing a tub of ice cream.
Baekhyun was rummaging around in his room, getting his things together for his weekend out as you plopped yourself down on the couch, turning on your favorite movie. You thought about telling him that he didn’t need to leave anymore, but he’d seemed pretty excited to get out for the weekend, so you let him be.
What you didn’t expect was how he looked at you when he realized you weren’t going anywhere, eyes full of concern. As soon as he came out into the living room where you were curled up on the sofa, he asked what happened.
“They’re not coming anymore.” You said simply.
“What? But it’s your birthday.”
“Yeah.”
“So you’re gonna sit at home alone and eat an entire tub of ice cream when you should be out having the time of your life?”
“Pretty much.”
Baekhyun frowned. He could tell that you were upset, really upset. He’d seen you cry that one time you yelled at him, but this felt different. He couldn’t see any tears but you just looked… empty, and he knew that was somehow much worse.
“Have fun with your friends later.” You eventually let out quietly, standing up and grabbing your ice cream to hide out in your room for the rest of the evening.
“But if you’re not-”
“Baekhyun, please, just go.”
He could hear how defeated you were, and he knew he wasn’t going anywhere, not when you were alone like this on your birthday. He’d been looking forward to spending the weekend with his buddies, sure, but they could wait.
Rather than arguing, he just walked into the kitchen, grabbed a bottle of liquor, and poured two shots. After downing them both, he poured two more and brought them to you.
“It seems I can’t drive so I guess I’ll have to stay in tonight.” He said before setting both small glasses on the coffee table, sitting down and pulling you onto the couch with him.
You sighed, ignoring both glasses for the time being. “What are you doing?”
He didn’t answer your question, instead grabbing your ice cream and putting it back in the freezer.
“Hey! I was-”
“What’s that restaurant you were gonna go to?”
“Huh?”
“You mentioned something about how you were gonna go to dinner at your favorite restaurant tonight.”
“Yeah, well, not anymore.” You mumbled.
“The name, y/n. Just tell me what the place is called.”
You did, and he sat back down next to you, pulling up a delivery app on his phone.
“Come on, you really don’t have to do this, just have your friends come get you or something.”
“Already told them I wasn’t gonna make it. What do you wanna order?”
He wasn’t taking no for an answer, clearly, and you groaned. As nice as it was, spending your birthday with him wasn’t exactly what you’d imagined either, but it was still better than sulking all evening by yourself. Unfortunately though, just the idea of that, and how depressing it was, was enough to have you start choking up.
“Baekhyun, I- I think I just wanna be alone.” You tried to sound strong, but the shakiness in your voice was unmistakable, you were gonna cry.
It’s not that you actually wanted him gone, you just didn’t want to have to sit with the fact that he was the only person who was there for you at that moment. But Baekhyun saw the way your eyes glazed over as tears threatened to spill.
“Bullshit.” He said, grabbing the two shot glasses and holding them up to you, staring you straight in the eyes as he spoke. “You’re gonna drink these, I’m gonna order you your favorite meal, and we’ll have a nice evening together here at home, okay?”
“But-”
“No buts.”
His eyes were still fixed on your own when you glanced down at the two shot glasses in his hands.
It was either this or crying alone so you grabbed both glasses, quickly downing one after the other, grimacing at the lingering burn.
“See, isn’t that better.”
“Tastes like shit.”
“It’s vodka.” He chuckled.
It got quiet and he was still sitting next to you, looking at you with concern, and you couldn’t hold it in any longer. That was when it really hit you, that you weren’t spending your birthday with your family, or any friends, just him. At the first sob the flood gates seemed to shatter, and you let it all go, crying freely.
He wasted no time pulling you in, giving you a shoulder to cry on. As he rubbed your back, trying to comfort you, you tried to piece together how you’d gotten there.
“Why are you doing this?” You asked to the best of your abilities, still crying.
“You deserve better than to be left alone on your birthday, and I still owe you for how much of an ass I’ve been to you.” He replied softly, doing his best to try and comfort you. He waited, staying just like that until he could tell the tears were starting to slow down.
“What happened?” He finally asked. “Why couldn’t they make it?”
You took a deep breath before answering him. “They missed their flight, they were already running late, and they didn’t take into account how long security can take.”
“That’s it?”
You just shrugged. “I shouldn’t have gotten my hopes up, they’ve never been very reliable.”
Baekhyun didn’t want to overstep, but the more you said the more concerned he became.
“They’re your family, you should be able to count on them to show up for your birthday.”
All you could do was sigh, you knew he was right of course, but that was just the way things were in your family.
“They completely forgot about it a few times when I was growing up.”
“That’s awful.”
“Yeah well you’d think I’d be used to it by now.”
Baekhyun still didn’t like what you were telling him and he couldn’t help but worry, but he didn’t want you to spend your birthday sulking either so he changed the subject.
“You never told me what you wanted to order.”
“You really don’t have to, that place is kind of expensive and I wouldn’t want you to-”
“Y/n.” He interrupted, smiling, still trying to lighten the mood. “Just tell me what to order or I’ll pick the most expensive thing on the menu for you.”
“Okay, okay, fine, but next weekend I’m ordering in for us.”
Baekhyun agreed and soon the food was on its way, and you both tuned back into the movie you’d put on. It arrived soon enough and as you both started eating, you became too engrossed in conversation to pay any attention to the TV. The alcohol definitely helped you both let loose a little, and any filter you usually had around him flew out the door. Talking to him like this was easy, and eventually you even started bringing up your ex, someone you’d never mentioned to anyone after the breakup.
“What happened?” Baekhyun eventually asked you.
You took a second to gather your thoughts before responding, knowing that saying it out loud would bring back some of the pain.
“I still don’t know, and that’s what sucks. It was all going great, and then all the sudden it just wasn’t. I asked him, but I could tell he always just made excuses. It drove me insane, constantly wondering what I did wrong, and I still think about it. I never got closure. I really don’t wanna go through that again, that’s why I’ve never had guys over or anything.”
Baekhyun stared for a second, and you could almost see the gears turning in his head.
“What a pussy.”
You almost choked on your drink as he said it.
“I mean, if you’re gonna leave someone, at least tell them why so they can move on. If I had to guess he probably knew he did something shitty and just didn’t wanna own up to it. At least I tell the girls I sleep with upfront that it’s a one night thing.”
“What a saint you are.” You rolled your eyes. Baekhyun definitely was not the sensitive type, but you still somehow appreciated his words.
“I’m serious! People just have to be honest with each other.”
“I guess that’s true.”
It got silent for a minute, and you were about to turn your attention back to the movie when he spoke up again.
“I’m sorry by the way.”
“What for?”
“Making fun of you, for not getting laid, I didn’t know you’d been through all that and that was shitty of me.”
You just shrugged. “You couldn’t have known.”
“Still, I shouldn’t have taunted you about it the way I did, that was cruel.”
Thinking back on it, you remembered just how much his words had played with your head. Of course sleeping with him was off the table, but how he’d mentioned it had been so nonchalant, you couldn’t help but feel like he might’ve actually meant it. That idea in itself made your skin heat up.
“Did you actually mean everything you said?”
“What do you mean, “everything?”
“The part at the end on that day I made us pasta.” You whispered.
Baekhyun failed to fight back a grin. “I don’t think I remember, what exactly was it that I said?“
Of course that was a lie, the smug look on his face was more than enough to give it away.
“Oh fuck off you know what I’m talking about.”
“Ok fine maybe I do vaguely remember something from that night.”
“Oh yeah?”
“I don’t lie. I may word things a bit crudely to get a rise out of you, but that doesn’t mean it’s not true.”
You swallowed. With the alcohol helping a fair amount to get the words out, you finally asked. “So you’ve thought about sleeping with me?”
Baekhyun simply shrugged and nodded. You kept looking at him, waiting for him to elaborate.
“We live together, so it always seemed like a bad idea, but sure I’ve thought about it.”
Baekhyun hadn’t been expecting this at all. Even when he apologized for his taunting you, he wasn’t trying to bring up sex or anything. As far as he’d been concerned, that was still off limits, but the more you talked he realized that maybe things were changing.
“How often?”
“How often do I think about fucking you?”
“Mhm.” You barely hum in agreement.
Before answering you he began to move closer, until his thigh was pressed against yours and his face was close enough to feel the warmth of his breath. You were getting dizzy.
“You really wanna know?” Baekhyun knew that if he was gonna be honest, he had to accept the consequences.
Words wouldn’t form, so you just gave him a small nod.
“Every day, since I moved in.”
Despite the surprise evident on your face, you didn’t back away from him. Baekhyun knew that this was his chance, and he took it.
His lips met yours with force, finally allowing himself to press his body against your own. The way Baekhyun's hand moved to hold your jaw, keeping your lips connected, was enough to have you gasping for air. It felt like a switch had flipped, and all your pent up desire for him was finally let loose. There was no more holding back.
This was so, so, wrong. But fuck, did it feel good.
He grinned when you pulled away to get rid of your shirt, before climbing onto his lap. As you leaned back in to find his lips again, his hands placed themselves firmly on your ass, pushing you further against him.
You whined when Baekhyun pulled away, eyes meeting your own. “How often do you think about fucking me?” He said it in the same annoying, taunting tone you’d gotten so accustomed to, but this time, for the first time, it just made you want to wrap yourself around him even more.
“Every time I touch myself.” You replied, already far too turned on to be bashful.
“Fuck..” The low groan that escaped him told you just how much he appreciated your answer to his question.
His lips began to leave marks along your jaw, until you felt his tongue just under your ear, and then he was standing up, your legs wrapping around his hips. He walked you through the apartment, until he was sitting down again on his bed.
“How do you picture me fucking you?”
His breath against your ear made you shiver, and you took a deep breath to steady yourself.
“First, with your mouth, until you can’t take it anymore and once you’re inside, you don’t hold back.”
Baekhyun leaned back just enough to meet your eyes, narrowing them at you. “until I can’t take it anymore?”
One second you were perched on his lap, and the next you were pinned underneath him, unable to do anything but stare back up at him. “I think you’re underestimating me baby.”
You weren’t sure what came over you, but you found yourself smirking right back at him. “Then prove it.”
Not even a second later, his fingers had your bra falling from your shoulders, and his mouth latched on to the sensitive skin hidden beneath. The other hand quickly reached the waistband of your sweats, pushing beneath and pulling a gasp from you as his hand settled between your thighs.
“Aww, you’re already so wet for me.” He mumbled into the skin of your chest as his fingers found the wet spot in your underwear.
“Can you shut up and touch me already.” His teasing, as vexing as it was, could wait. You just needed his hands on you.
But Baekhyun wasn’t having any of it. His hand disappeared from between your legs and instead moved to your bare chest, as well as his mouth.
“What was that, baby?” He mumbled into the soft skin, kissing and pinching your nipples, further amplifying the need for him elsewhere.
“Fuck, Byun, just get on with it, please.”
With that, he pulled away completely.
“You want me to show you great sex?” He questioned, propped up on his arms, gazing down at you.
“Yes,” you answered quietly.
“Then be patient, the longer you can be patient, the better it’ll feel when I finally let you have it, isn’t that right baby?”
“You’re mean.” You pouted, you knew he was right, but you didn’t know how much more of this you could take.
“I’m not mean, I just want to make you feel good.”
You were about to make another bratty comment but the words got lost when you finally felt his fingers wander to the waistband of your underwear. You held your breath as he pulled them down and off your legs along with your sweats, and finally, the tip of his finger was on your clit.
At first it was barely there, still leaving you whining for more, arching to push yourself further into his hand. Baekhyun continued like that for a while, enjoying how easily he could make your body squirm underneath him, bare chest flushed pink, begging for more.
You nearly cried with joy when he started kissing down your body, until his fingers were replaced with his mouth, messily licking and sucking at your swollen clit. The pressure was finally enough to have your stomach tightening, and you knew if he kept it up, you would finally get the release you so craved.
This time Baekhyun didn’t relent, and you felt your mind fill with a thick haze, nothing but pleasure filling your nerves. He was talented, without a doubt, as his tongue brought you closer and closer to bliss.
When he felt your thighs begin to shake, he took it as his cue to push one finger inside, pumping into you slowly as his mouth continued its attention on your clit.
It was absolutely divine, but somehow still not enough, you felt so close, but he was going just barely too slow, licking and sucking barely too soft to set you off, leaving you right on the edge.
“Do you want to come?” He asked, barely lifting his face from your pussy.
“Yes, fuck, yes.”
Finally, he gave you what you needed. He added another finger, pressing into you over and over, sucking feverishly on your sensitive nub, and all at once, you fell.
A loud whine filled the room, and your body shook as Baekhyun pulled you through your first orgasm of the night. Mind blank, sweating, and panting, you lay there, enjoying every ripple of pleasure that rang through you as your high took hold.
His face and hand only left when you started to twitch, overstimulation making you sensitive.
Baekhyun sat up and felt himself throbbing at the sight of you, completely fucked out. He was far from done with you.
“Good?” He asked, but he knew didn’t need to. He just wanted to hear you say it.
“Mhm, so fucking good.”
“You want more?”
Smiling at him, you nodded. Baekhyun finally got up to remove his own clothes, and you watched as more and more of his smooth sunkissed skin came into view. You’d seen him shirtless before, and you could assume from the volume of his overnight guests that he was probably pretty big, but when he joined you on the bed, completely bare, you still felt short of breath. He wasted no time positioning himself between your thighs, and the heat and weight of him above you made you even needier.
This was somehow so much better than what you imagined when you were alone. The need for him was almost unbearable, and you didn’t even want to think about the mess you were probably making, just from how wet he made you.
Baekhyun on the other hand, was obsessed, gathering as much as he could on his fingers, before pushing them into his mouth.
“You taste so good when you cum.” He whispered, and his mouth was on yours, tongues dancing with an impatient urgency.
“Are you gonna fuck me now?”
You could feel how hard he was, and you knew you were more than ready yourself.
“What happened to being patient?” He was smiling sweetly at you as he said it, but your heart still dropped. His hard cock was already between your thighs, so close to where you needed him, but he didn’t move.
“Fuck being patient, I just need you inside me.”
Finally, his cock slid between your folds, but he only nudged his tip against your clit.
Baekhyun could’ve gone on like that for hours, intoxicated by the view of you beneath him. Your heavy panting, whining, and begging him, while you arched and squirmed, trying anything to get more contact.
“Be a good girl and wait just a little longer, and I’ll give you what you want.”
All you could get out was a small moan of disapproval, but you didn’t dare talk back.
He kept on teasing you, sliding his tip up and down your clit, slowly enough that it only made you need him more. It was torturous.
“Think you’re ready for me?”
“Fuck, yes.”
“What’s the magic word?”
“Please?”
He grinned, “good girl.”
He put one hand on your waist, and the other on his length, and finally, you felt him push inside.
As much as you’d needed him, the stretch was still overwhelming. He was big, and it had been a while for you, so he started slow. He could see how your eyes squeezed shut, powering through the initial discomfort, until his hips were flush with yours, completely inside you.
As much as he’d taunted you, Baekhyun was having trouble holding himself back now. He knew you needed time to get used to his size, but going slow felt almost impossible. He leaned up, watching as he pulled out, before taking his time pushing back in, groaning at the sight of his cock disappearing inside your pussy.
He stayed like that, rolling his hips into you at a leisurely pace, eyes flickering between your flushed face and his length as he pumped into you. With every thrust you felt him hit your sweet spot, your moans letting him know how incredible he made you feel.
Just as you were getting used to his size, he pulled out completely, pressing one hand to your lower belly.
He pushed inside again slowly, and the added pressure of his hand was divine. Baekhyun could feel himself filling you up under his palm, groaning with satisfaction, and finally he picked up the pace, unable to hold back any longer.
The added pressure of his hand combined with his punishing thrusts rendered you completely mindless, every thought unrelated to him and how amazing his cock felt quickly vanishing. You lay there as he pounded you, and in no time a burning hot pressure took you over, unlike anything you’d felt before. His size and his hand on your belly made him hit your sweet spot harder than anything you’d felt before, and all at once, it pushed you into euphoria.
If you didn’t know any better you would’ve thought you’d just died and went to heaven. The orgasm he pulled from you was beyond overwhelming, and you couldn’t even register how loud you cried out his name, and how much liquid was suddenly on his bed, and between your thighs.
Baekhyun kept pounding you through it, moaning at the way you squeezed him and gushed all over his cock when you came. Of course this was what he’d been aiming for, but he was still impressed when he got to see the way your eyes fluttered and body twitched in reaction to his torment.
“Fuck, fuck, slow down.” You eventually gasped, barely getting the words out. Finally he pulled out, wet cock slapping lewdly against his abs.
When you finally found the energy to open your eyes and look at him, you were shocked to see his midsection completely wet, along with the sheets between your thighs.
Baekhyun saw the look on your face, and before you could say anything his hand was on your jaw and his lips were moving against your own. The kiss was dirty and sloppy and absolutely perfect and when he’d finally had enough, he pulled away just enough to speak.
“That was so hot you have no fucking idea.”
All that would come out of you was a sound somewhere between a whine and a moan, knowing by the sight of his very much still hard cock, that this wasn’t the end yet.
For a good few minutes Baekhyun just stared, entranced by the sight of you like this, and all because of him.
“Nobody can fuck you like I can, right baby?”
A lazy nod was all you could muster up in response. He was already the best you’d ever had, and he wasn’t even done with you. Your words of confirmation had his heart rate picking up for a moment, a feeling he wasn’t at all used to.
“Think you can handle more?”
“Fuck, yes.”
He smiled down at you, and next thing he was standing, pulling you towards him at the edge of his bed, where he stood between your parted legs.
When he started with the same torturous teasing from earlier, running the head of his cock between your folds, without giving you what he knew you wanted, you almost cried. Baekhyun saw the way your lip quivered with how badly you needed him, and the shocks that ran through you when he would nudge against your clit.
You knew you were utterly pitiful, completely at his mercy, and you didn’t try to fight it. No amount of begging would make him give in, if anything he would take more time, just to hear you whine his name even more. Baekhyun was addicted, basking in the feeling, never wanting it to end, but even he lost his patience.
The tears finally spilled over when you felt him push forward, filling you to the brim once again. They continued to fall as he started to move, the satisfaction of finally being fucked by him again letting everything go.
He moved your legs to his shoulders, getting an even better angle, and his own restraint went out the window. His thrusts got even more punishing, leaving you with little to do aside from call out his name, and nearly tear his sheets with how hard you gripped them.
Baekhyun couldn’t remember ever feeling this crazy, this entranced by a girl. The way you took him, hugging his cock tightly and moaning his name, felt like his own personal brand of drug.
“Who does your pussy belong to?”
“Y-you.”
“Say it again.”
“You, Baekhyun, fuck.”
One slender hand moved to let his thumb play with your clit, and you were gone. You saw white and your ears rang as you came one final time, almost screaming at the intensity of it.
Baekhyun was losing control, thrusts becoming less and less consistent, until the sight of you coming and the feeling of your pussy squeezing him sent him into the abyss soon after. You felt him shudder as he came, breathing rapidly, gasping to catch his breath.
You were still floating on your own little cloud of post orgasmic bliss, legs hanging off the edge of the bed, body completely limp, when you felt him collapse onto the bed next to you. He pulled you up the bed and towards him, bringing you to him for a deep and needy kiss.
It wasn’t until then that Baekhyun played back what he’d said to you, how possessive he’d become. It was a new feeling, but he didn’t dislike it at all, it was comforting. To hear your praise for him, your need and desire for him, and only him, made his head spin.
“I think I really like you, Y/N.”
“Huh?”
“I think, I want to be the only person who gets to sleep with you.”
Your face was close enough to his to feel his breath on your lips, and his eyes never left your own as he said it.
“Like, my boyfriend?”
He nodded, “if you’ll let me.”
Baekhyun, your roommate who pissed you off so incredibly badly in the past, was now asking to be your boyfriend.
“You really mean that?”
“Why would I say it if I didn’t? I know we’re roommates and I wasn’t always good to you, but I like you, and I want to see where this takes us, if you feel the same way.”
Your mind still wasn’t completely cleared after the intense pleasure he’d provided you, but you also knew that this couldn’t be the last time you slept together, it was too good to just walk away from. You wanted, needed, to feel it again, and again, and you realized you did genuinely care for him. After all, he’d been there for you when nobody else was.
His smile when you nodded in agreement lit up the whole room, and you felt it on his lips when he kissed you again.
“If you’re gonna be my boyfriend, you’ll have to get rid of that ridiculous hair though.”
He rolled his eyes, but still agreed. “For you, I’ll do it. No way I could say no to my beautiful girlfriend on her birthday.”
You giggled, and he kept kissing you, and you looked forward to many many more nights like this with him. Baekhyun, your annoying, gorgeous, wonderful lover.
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Sneaking Around.
Geto x blackF!Reader
please this is such an odd scenario but yet i sorta like it
summary ~ things that aren’t yours are so much fun to use.
warnings ~ secret sex, revenge sex, ass eating, pussy eating, cream pies, etc…
ah, the day everyone loves. be it the food or being around family, everyone loved this holiday. but, she didn’t. she loved her family like no other, but she hated her family when her sister was around. her sister would tease her and would one up her whenever she got the chance, and this holiday would not end up like that. and to top it off, her family would treat her older sister like a queen, catering to her every needs and praising her like one. and whenever y/n was around, the treated her like a maid; also making her cater to her sister’s every need.
however, that all changed when she got older and moved out. she matured and began to stick up for herself, rarely visiting her parents when her sister was in town; only seeing her on holidays. y/n was in her parent’s bedroom, checking herself out in the mirror; taking pictures, when she heard he sister’s annoying voice echo throughout the house. with the sigh and one last look at her outfit, before heading downstairs to greet her sister.
“you look like you’re about to pop! i can’t wait to meet my grandchild. y/n come greet your sister” their mother spoke, moving out the way so her pregnant sister could be in view. sucking in her breath and pushing away her emotions, she spoke “hello sister. you look beautiful.” her older sister smiled and rubbed her belly, “thank you. you look a little plump there. don’t tell me you’re pregnant too?” her parents chuckled and y/n fake smiled, but before she could say something in response, her sister’s fiancé walked into the house.
“it’s so good to see you again geto! you look as handsome as ever. it’s nice to see one of our children with someone” their mother took another jab at y/n, which resulted in an eye roll from her. “im gonna finish the food. wouldn’t want you burning it like last time” y/n faked another smile, walking away without a response. from the corner of her eye she could see geto looking at her, before she looked away.
once she entered the huge kitchen she quickly turned on their oven, warming up the meats, the mac and cheese and the yams. as she turned on the stove to heat up the collard greens, she felt a pair of hands around her waist and the smell of his cologne entered her nostrils. “geto, someone could walk in and see you—oh I’ve missed you too~” she felt his boner poking her butt and she smiled. the two have been sneaking around her sister’s back, fooling around with each other whenever she wasn’t around. they never fucked, only giving each other head, but this time y/n had something else in mind.
“you know what, let them catch us. i don’t mind, just fuck me” y/n pressed her ass against him, rotating her hips to tease his boner. she didn’t care about ruining her relationship with her sister, she hardly liked her anyway’s. in reality she really wanted to be fucked, hard, and she knew he was going to do that. geto wasted no time and hiked up her orange knit dress, revealing her plump ass to his face. her black thong was being swallowed by her cheeks and the sight made his dick harden even more. sliding the thin fabric aside, geto grabbed her hips and pushed his face in between her cheeks; slobbering down on her wet cunt, earning a moan from her lips.
to stop the moans from her lips becoming too loud, she bit her lips and continued to heat up her greens. “A shame you aren’t married yet, your cooking is amazing. One of your redeeming qualities” Her mother’s voice startled her, causing her to look from the pot and her over to the older woman standing behind the island. Her eyes widened and she tried to push Geto away, but he stayed in between her legs; not caring if they get caught. “Th-thanks m-mom…I’m going to put the cornbread in the oven, dinner should be ready soon” As she tried her best to speak to her mom, Geto swirled his tongue around her clit, sending her in a frenzy.
before y/n’s mother got the chance to ask any questions, her husband’s voice gained her attention; something about their grandbaby kicking. once the coast was clear, y/n bent down slightly and let out as moan and creamed all over his fingers and lips; which geto was happy to lick up. “stick it in, hurry up!” she begged him, no longer interested in foreplay; she wanted the real deal.
he stood up and pulled his cock through his zipper hole, his thickness standing at attention before he pushed his mushroom tip at her slick entrance. using one hand to brace her self and the other to muffle her moans. he bit his bottom lip and furrowed his brows as the sensation, she was nothing like his fiancé.
he wanted nothing to do with y/n’s sister. he only stayed with her because of their unborn child, in reality the woman he wanted was the one whom he was inside right now. “shit, you’re so tight for me ma” he had been around y/n so much he was evening picking up her vocab, some might say he was in love with her. but did she feel the same?
he was so deep into a trance that he didn’t even notice his soon to be mother-standing a few feet away from the kitchen’s island, until her voice startled him. “geto? what are you doing there? did that good for nothing y/n leave you here to finish this dinner?” her mother started to move towards the entrance, but he quickly stopped her while slowing down his strokes. “she went to the restroom for a bit, she asked me to watch the food while she was gone” his infamous smile was very convincing towards the older woman and she smiled right back at him. ‘such a handsome young man’ she thought before waving goodbye to him and heading back to her pregnant daughter.
looking back down at what he was doing, his dick got harder at the sight of her fat ass smothering his dick. “shit~! this wet ass pussy gonna get us in trouble ma’. let’s wrap this up before they catch on” geto grabbed one of her cheeks and put his other hand on her waist and proceeded to give her some long and deep strokes; which she hoped they didn’t hear.
her wetness creating friction against his pelvis was like music to his ears, which cause him to go deeper inside of her wet cunt. his tip was kissing her cervix with each stroke and y/n couldn’t take it anymore, she needed him to fill her up. “fuck geto~ cum inside me please. I want to be full of your cum!” he smirked and licked his lips, he planned on doing that from the beginning. as the two of them climaxed, y/n’s mother voice rang throughout their ears.
“oh my god! her water broke! im going to be a grandma! geto and y/n meet us at the hospital.” her voice trailed out as the door slammed behind them, which signified they all had left. when the coast was clear, he pulled out of her, his thick load pooling out of her cunt.
“go see your baby be born and when thats finished, stop by my place so we can finish what we started” she reached around and dipped her fingers into her slippery cunt, before pulling them out and licking her cream coated fingers.
who knew sneaking around would be so much fun?
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I think you are a wonderful writer! You're slight dips into the spicy side of fics were a good showcase of what could come :)
So i know you just gave us the protective posse. And protective omi around others vying for her attention but what about both of our slytherin bois being protective. She got a lot of attention after fifth year, and being so close to those two. I feel like she's got her hands full.
I love you!! Feeling really crap about my writing as of late but little comments like this really help me! Thank you!! 💕
Medusa’s Vipers
I have the weirdest need for the boys to be protective lately. Send help. I would constantly put myself in danger if it meant these bois were there to help me.
I’m naming the Slytherin bully guy from beasts class Daniel because it makes writing easier and also everyone knew a Daniel who was a bit of a bully. Unless anyone knows his name in which case please tell me!
Also I’m including a made up spell. Don’t hate me!! It’s like Muffliato but for eyesight so Ocliato? I thought it was cute…
Warning - I mention some implied sexual assault. Nothing too graphic but just in case. I’ll section it off with ——————— mentions of blood too.
Word Count - 1689
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“See you later boys” Eve chirped, her hand lingering on Ominis’ shoulder for just a second before waving to Sebastian. She skipped over to Poppy and Imelda who waited at the end of the Slytherin Table for her before they all left for their monthly ‘Girls Night’
“Tsk, she really does have you wrapped around her little finger doesn’t she?” The uppity Slytherin boy sneered. No one really knew what his problem was, but he seemed to pick fights with everyone who fell into his line of sight. Ominis sighed.
Wonderful
They ignored his taunts, well aware that if they bite, he’s won.
“Or is it the other way around? Is she wrapped around yours? Do you share her or-“
“Watch it, Daniel” Sebastian spat
“Don’t…he’s not worth it. Not worth anything from what I’ve heard. How’s your fathers business again?” Ominis said casually, leaning on his palm. The boy gulped. How does he know about that?
“She’s wasted on you, you know?” Daniel turned his nose up, firing towards the Blind Slytherin. “Someone so pretty shouldn’t be pining over someone who can’t even appreciate her beauty” Ominis’ jaw visibly tensed. He couldn’t hide that not being able to ever see her pained him.
“You know…” Daniel shuffled his chair along the floor sending ear piercing screeches as the legs scraped against stone “…she has this wonderful little trick she does with her mouth. Whenever she’s concentrating really hard…she’ll nibble along the end of her pencil…”
Ominis took in a deep calming breath…not that it did anything…
“…I bet you can hear it…” He whispered directly into Ominis’ ear. His fingers tightened around his wand under the table. Sebastian’s eyes flickered over the visage of his best friend. His usual calm and collected appearance cracked slightly, the narrowing of Ominis’ one eye the only indication he was about to snap.
“And I bet you’ve seen it, Sallow” Daniel continued on chipper as anything, as though he were discussing the latest quidditch happenings.
“Ignore him” Sebastian said, though was content to ignore his own advice. “He’s just bitter the only company he can seem to keep is Astoria…how is that Rancid Ravenclaw anyway?”
“Shut it, Sallow. If we’re talking bitter, then you’re it’s poster child. Don’t think I didn’t notice her sudden shift from you to Ominis” he leaned back in his chair folding his arms across his chest “What’s it like playing second fiddle to your blind best friend?”
“And I suppose you think you stand a chance with her?” Sebastian snorted “Please…that gippy Mooncalf Howin keeps has better odds”
“Well she does seem to be a bit of a slut for Slytherins…”
“What did you just say?” Sebastian rose from his chair looming over the now smug Slytherin.
“First you, then Ominis, now she’s off dallying with Reyes. Maybe I just remind her what house I’m in and she won’t be able to keep her hands off me.” Daniel also rose from his chair and before Sebastian took another step toward him, Ominis gripped his wrist yanking him back down.
Sebastian looked over at Ominis. He could tell for the twisted smile on his face that Ominis was gone…
“Ocliato”
Daniels smug features fell away as his eyes darted around desperately. He stumbled backwards and tripped over his chair landing in it with a started yelp.
“W-What did you do?”
“Oh me? I just thought I’d even the playing field” Ominis murmured, twisting the tip of his wand into his hand playfully “Why don’t you show me how it’s done then Daniel? Just try and talk to her and see what happens…Maybe I won’t stop with just taking your sight…”
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“You should’ve let me hit him?” Sebastian sulked pacing in front of one of the large fireplaces in the Slytherin Common Room.
“What would’ve been the point?” Ominis retorted sitting back lazily against the large comfortable chairs. The incident with Daniel only happened that morning and yet Sebastian still harped on about what they could’ve done differently. “Pretty certain he gets off on it, the amount of beatings he’s taken”
“I can guarantee he wouldn’t have enjoyed it” Sebastian muttered darkly
“And I can guarantee he won’t enjoy being blind for a few days”
“Days?!” Sebastian halted his pacing to stare over at Ominis “Remember how you droned on at me about Dark Magic? That may not be considered ‘Dark Magic’ but that’s pretty cruel…”
“Oh how terrible for him to not be blessed with sight for a while” It was his turn to sulk now, folding his arms across his chest and moping against the backrest.
“I’m not saying I don’t approve” Sebastian smirked.
They’re ‘Daniel Debate’ was cut short by Evelyn hurriedly stomping down the spiral staircase and making a b-line for the girls dorms.
“Evelyn? Are you okay?” Ominis called, immediately recognising her footing and her familiar scent the moment she entered the room.
Her head snapped over to the pair and she sighed, veering off course towards Sebastian.
Oh…she’d heard about Daniel
Before Sebastian could get a proper reading on her expression she came crashing into his chest. What little he did see did not bode well.
Red eyes.
Blotchy skin.
And now she was against him he could feel her tiny sobs throughout her whole body. Her arms clung round his waist, fingers digging desperately into his back.
“What’s going on?” Ominis said flatly, suddenly appearing next her. His hand hovered protectively at her waist and Sebastian watched as she flinched away from it.
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“What happened?” Sebastian pulled her from him, taking her ruddied face in his hands. She could see his eyes darting all over her, settling between her eyes. The movement made her feel dizzy, trying to keep up and make eye contact.
“I…” Evelyn started weakly.
“I don’t think I’ve ever heard her cry…” Ominis said softly, almost to himself.
“…since Ranrok…everyone has been trying to thank me. People have bought me gifts and all sorts. Little tokens of appreciation.
“And he’d been so nice to me in the past. He’d bought me some flowers said they were from his parents for saving their son. And he offered to help me put my books back…
“Then he held my waist whilst I leant up to put a book away…and…he…touched…”
Her voice cracked as she stopped speaking, covering her face in what looked like…embarrassment?
No. That wouldn’t do.
The red bloom of her skin angered Sebastian more than he thought it would. He’d only ever known Evelyn as this strong, independent witch who’d surpassed him in every way in less than a year.
Now she was a shell. It almost felt…wrong.
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“What happened?” Sebastian repeated with urgency.
“Forget that…Who was it?” Ominis growled
“Ravenclaw in our Herbology class…’S’ something…” she mumbled
“Samuel Graves…” Ominis said flatly
“On it…” Sebastian grunted and released Evelyn before making for the staircase.
“Where are you going? What are you doing?” Evelyn panted desperately her eyes wide with fear. She was perfectly aware of what Sebastian was capable of.
“I’m making a trip to Ravenclaw Tower. Amit owes me a favour”
“Ominis, stop him!” She turned to the blind Slytherin pleadingly. She was met with a simple shrug “Sebastian, don’t. I…I was being friendly he probably didn’t mean anything by it or-“
“No!” Sebastian snarled “Did he make you uncomfortable?”
Evelyn opened her mouth to protest but she choked on the ghost of a sob…and reluctantly nodded.
“That’s all I need to know”
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When Sebastian returned to the Dungeons, it was well past curfew. Ominis and Evelyn sat in the stained glass alcoves waiting for him, Ominis calmly drinking tea whilst Evelyns own cup had gone cold on the floor by her feet.
“I may or may not need you to talk to Black” Sebastian said upon seeing the Blonde Slytherin nod in his direction
“What did you d-“ Evelyn scrambled to her feet before halting her approach.
Wand drawn and covered head to toe in blood. It wasn’t the first time she’d seen him like it…but it was the first time she knew it was a students blood on his robes.
“I’ll need to talk to Black anyway…he will not be staying in this school. I can assure you of that” Ominis said casually, his power and influence still coming as a shock to Evelyn.
“Sebastian…” she breathed “…what…did you do?”
He shrugged
“What I had to”
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Roughly a week later, Daniel got his eye-sight back. He meekly made his way through the halls, trying to ignore the smirks and comments as he went.
“Oh Daniel there you are” Sebastian’s fingers wrapped around the nape of his neck. From the outside, the tone of his voice and his hand to his neck seemed…rather friendly. But the subtle way Sebastian dragged him backwards and flexed his fingers into his skin informed Daniel…this was anything but...
“Nice to see you again” Ominis’ haughty tone only adding to impending sense of danger.
“What do you two want? I haven’t gone anywhere near her” Daniel spat weakly
“Oh, we know” Sebastian grinned “Won’t you join us for a walk around the courtyard”
“I have Charms I need to-“
“It wasn’t a request I’m afraid” Ominis chirped smugly and Sebastian dragged him by the neck along with them, a wicked smile pulling at his lips.
Upon entering the courtyard, all three were greeted with the high pitched and desperate screams of the Ravenclaw, Samuel Graves. He kicked and screamed as several ministry officials physically dragged him away. He was putting up quite a fight, considering his face, arm and opposite hand were all bandaged up still.
“Such a shame…” Ominis spoke almost disinterestedly, as Sebastian pushed Daniel forward. “Turns out our good friend Samuel has been dabbling in the Dark Arts”
Sebastian chuckled darkly, arms folded and watching with glee as the Ravenclaw got bundled into the back of a carriage, heading straight for Azkaban.
“See Daniel…” Ominis leant down to whisper in his ear “…that could be you. Easily. So I suggest you continue to keep away from Eve”
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Saw you asked for some plot, I need some too actually lmaoo but I'm gonna try and make my brain work... First what I need is some character x Male Reader, with Ominis preferably, Sebastian eventually.
As for the plot... Hum... It's gonna be a bit cliche but (Gryffindor?) Reader who's a beautiful boy, charismatic, with all girls at his feet notices Ominis one day, the mysterious and intriguing Slytherin. From this day, he will always try to search for him everywhere he goes and watch him from afar as he talks with his group of people. Then, the day him and Ominis finally interact, the charismatic Gryffindor suddenly turns into a shy one, a blushing mess even, and it's gonna be like that everytime.
And then ig I'll let you write the rest ? If you need more guidance I still have some ideas in my head (ig I'm just too lazy to write then if I can come up with these k!ll me ;-;)
Hello! Thank you so much! I hope my writing lives up to what you hope for 🥲 I have a lot to write for this one so it'll be in a few parts!
Before Us - Ominis Gaunt [Part 1]
Pairing: Ominis Gaunt x Gryffindor Masc!Reader
Themes: Fluff for this one
A/N: Is this edited? Not at all. I hope it's still good compared to my other one haha. Anyways love you all enjoy!
Part 2, Part 3,and Part 4 are linked :)
Starting at Hogwarts as a fifth-year isn’t exactly the most ideal situation. Neither was walking late into the Sorting Ceremony late. You’re used to having eyes on you but not like this. Ever since that day you’ve had a growing entourage of girls joining you wherever you went. You got chocolates, letters, and plenty of requests to smell an Amortentia potion. You learned quickly not to fall for that one. Despite all of this, it was nice. They may have loved you for your looks, but you kept them around with your personality. Whole package, you know? A few months pass and you’re standing in Central Hall with a few girls from Ravenclaw house. You’re holding three new bags of candy from Honeyduke’s when you notice a Slytherin boy you hadn’t seen before. Your eyes followed him as he walked by. He seemed to be using his wand to guide him through the castle. Odd, you think. What could he possibly need that for?
“Who is that?” You ask, turning back to your group. One of the girls looks to where you were referencing. “Oh, that’s Ominis. He’s friends with Sebastian,” she states, turning back to the conversation. You watch him as he leaves, perplexed. What spell is he performing with his wand? Why was it blinking? Needing answers, you told yourself you’d speak to him no matter what. Over the next few weeks you try to interact with him multiple times, every time being thwarted by Sebastian. Finally, one day after Herbology you spot him alone. This was your chance. You confidently walk up to him and as he turns in your direction you freeze. “Sebastian?” he asks, grabbing his wand. Suddenly you can’t speak. What is going on? “Uh…um…no I’m um (Y/N),” you manage to sputter out. Ominis looks confused but you take a step closer. You can feel sweat beading on your palms. This boy is incredibly pretty. “I know you,” he replies. “You’re the new fifth-year. Gryffindor if I remember correctly.” You nod, struggling to respond. You feel your cheeks burning. “Um, Ominis, I wanted to, er, ask you something.” He stands and turns toward you, his wand blinking. “What is it?” Suddenly the idea of asking him is terrifying. You muster out a quick apology and quickly walk off, leaving Ominis in the greenhouse.
You spend the beginning of Defense Against the Dark Arts speaking with Sebastian. You didn’t realize Ominis was in your class until you saw the blinking wand in the corner of your eye. You look over and immediately feel nervous. Sebastian takes notice and laughs. “He’s harmless. Bit too strict on certain spells in my opinion but harmless nonetheless.” You look back at Sebastian. “I’ve been trying to figure it out but I can’t seem to bring myself to ask him to his face. I’ve seen him use his wand to navigate the castle.” He nods in acknowledgement. “He does. No idea how though. Ominis was born blind, and no spell could reverse it. His wand seems almost sentient.” You look back at Ominis and decide todays the day you’ll talk to him, without panicking like last time. You say goodbye to Sebastian and make your way over to Ominis. “Mind if I sit here?” you say to him, rubbing your hand over your arm. Ominis sits up when he hears you. “Alright,” he says as he turns away from you ever so slightly. “I apologize for what happened in Herbology,” you say quietly. “I’m not sure what came over me.” He turns back towards you and you notice his beauty marks. They remind you of a constellation. You sit for a moment, staring, as you think just how beautiful this boy actually is when-
“Mr. (Y/LN)!” You look up to see Professor Hecat facing you from the front of the classroom. You hear Sebastian and Poppy snort out a laugh. “It would be good of you to pay more attention to my lesson than to Mr. Gaunt if you want to pass your N.E.W.T.S this year.” You turn a bright shade of red and look down at your lap. “Sorry, Professor,” you say, completely embarrassed. You continue class without looking at Ominis, completely embarrassed. You’ve never been this distracted by somebody…
Later, in the Great Hall, Sebastian walks up to you at the Gryffindor table. “Hey (Y/N), I have an idea I think you’ll love,” he says, grinning. You laugh a little, thinking this has to be an insane plan whatever it is. “What is it, Sebastian?” you say through a chuckle. “Have you been to the Forbidden Forest yet?” You stare up at him for a few seconds. “I thought you said it was forbidden. Hence the name.” He smiles and nods, putting his hands on his hips. “Exactly. But when has that ever stopped us?”
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meeting mitsuya
mitsuya x reader one shot sfw
it was a dreary tuesday afternoon. the shop was empty; you’d had only two customers all day. you liked the quiet days like these. that’s why you started working at mood fabrics- it was quiet.
on slow days like today, you’d play your playlist over the speaker system. it was an odd collection of obscure british grunge mixed with classical, hyper pop, taylor swift, and sad indie songs. it all worked together, in your mind.
you sat at the front counter, crocheting your latest sweater. it was a bit ironic-you worked at a fabric store, but you much preferred working with yarn. you could never manage to sew in a straight line.
who would ride a motorcycle in the rain, you thought, hearing the loud engine coming down the street. you looked up at the bike approached, watching as it pulled against the yellow curb right in front of the store. your eyes traveled back down to your crochet. it was quite typical-people would park in front of the store to go someplace nearby. you secretly enjoyed watching their cars get towed.
the bell above the door rang. you looked up only to see the biker pull off his white helmet, a purple mullet falling into place on his head. his face wore a bored expression, a small frown on his lips.
you didn’t get the chance to say anything, he was already headed for the back. you stayed sitting at the counter, scanning the aisles for his purple hair, his black jacket, the sound of his heavy boots.
it didn’t take long for him to find what he was looking for. he was on his way back up to the counter before you could fully register what was going on. it wasn’t often you got men in the store, much less biker men with leather jackets and a knife hooked on his back pocket.
“two yards of each, please,” he said, placing two bolts of fabric down on the counter.
“did you find everything all right?” you ask, laying his fabric out. it was a pink paisley pattern.
“yeah. where’s rob?” he asks, glancing around the store.
“um, he only works mornings. do you need something? i can take a message or…”
“oh,” the man frowned, “it’s fine. i usually come by before school but i was running late today,” the man laughs lightly.
“you’re a student?” you ask, folding his first fabric. the white markings on his black jacket seem familiar.
“no, uh, i was taking my sisters to school. this fabric is actually for dresses for them.”
“you sew dresses for your sisters?” you ask.
“yeah,” he smiles, “they always bug me to make ‘em stuff.”
“that’s sweet.” you’re confused by him. he rides a motorcycle, yet he’s making frilly dresses for his sister. thick rings complement his black nails, but contrast his fuzzy cardigan.
he nods, hands in his pockets.
you cut his last fabric in silence, folding it and sliding it into the bag.
“i like the music,” he notes. “it’s an interesting mix.”
you look up, “thank you.” ‘back to the old house’ plays over the speaker.
“i like the mix of morrissey and taylor swift. it works, somehow,” he says.
you pause, looking at him. “that’s what i’ve always said.”
the man laughs, his lilac eyes squinting. it makes your stomach twist.
“your total is 30 dollars,” you say, placing his last yard of fabric in his bag.
the expression on the man’s face shifts, “thirty for six yards? that’s not right.”
“you got a discount,” you smile.
the man raises an eyebrow.
“employee discount,” you explain. “i never use it so…” you hand him the bag.
“maybe i should start coming in the afternoons,” the man smiles, “you’re way better than rob. plus, i have to come back and hear more than two songs of your playlist.”
you laugh, your cheeks slightly warming.
“y/n,” he says, reading your name tag, “i’ll see you later.”
the man placed his helmet over his purple hair and walked out the door. you watched as he placed his bag of fabric under the seat of his bike. he was on his bike speeding away before the engine had fully started.
you finally let the smile you’d been trying to hide break free. you giggled softly and looked down at the money he handed you. you hadn’t even checked to make sure it was the right amount. something about that man made you not want to look away.
that was the day you met takashi mitsuya, and since then, you’ve never stopped looking.
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Against All Odds pt. 2 (Joel Miller x fem! Reader)
Word Count: 2154
Warnings: mentions of suicide/self harm, PLEASE do not read if these are triggering for you
General Warnings for later on: The main story will have an age gap between Joel and the reader (Reader will be 25 once we get to the main storyline), this will also be your warning that it will eventually be an x pregnant reader (if that's not your jam, I'm sorry) there is also going to be more graphic/trigger parts later on so please always to be sure to read the warnings BEFORE reading. This story will also be 18+ and TO BE ON THE TAGLIST YOU CAN NOT BE AN AGELESS BLOG (i do actually check that) also there first hand full of parts are all prologue so Joel won't actually be in it for a bit
A/n after this there is going to be a few year time jump to get into the good stuff
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“This is insane, Joel.” I said after we climbed out of the window of the museum.
The only way to go from here is some sketchy-looking scaffolding. It went over the breezeway of the two buildings.
“It’s fine. Tess and I have crossed it dozens of times.”
I looked at it again, still unsure.
“I mean you can always head back, sweetheart.” He teased slightly, knowing there was no way in hell I’d walk back to the QZ alone.
“Fine… you go first.” I said.
I watched as he went across and then turned to watch me.
“Just keep your eyes on me, okay?”
I nodded and stepped up onto the plank of wood. My legs were a little shaky but I took one step, and then another, and another. Eventually, I made it across.
“Alright now, come here.” he nodded for me to follow him.
He brought me to the edge of the building. From there I could see all of what used to be the whole city of Boston. It was bigger than what I could remember it being when we first came here.
“See that building with the dome?” He asked.
“Yeah.”
“That would have been Massachusetts State House.”
“Because Boston was the capital of Massachusetts, right?” I asked.
Since I had never really gotten the opportunity to go to a real school, and school after the breakout consisted more of basic knowledge and how to survive, I never got the chance to learn things like the state capitols.
“Yup, every state had a building like that too. If you ask me, Texas had the best, it was beautiful. But I may be a bit biased.”
I laughed along with him.
“We need to get going.” Tess said from where she stood.
Joel nodded then gestured to an old, rusty, slightly mangled ladder in front of us, “After you.”
I sighed, of course, there were more sketchy routes to take to our destination. Regardless I walked over and swung my leg out onto the rungs and began climbing down as Joel and then Tess followed behind me.
When we got back down to the ground Tess led the way down the streets. We turned onto another one and the capitol building was straight ahead of us. As we got closer and passed more buildings and abandoned cars Joel watched me as I looked all around me taking it all in. When we finally made it to the building Joel let go of my hand that he had been holding since we got off the ladder and grabbed his gun. I took that as my cue to grab my knife as well and undo the top of my gun holster to have it ready.
Tess once again led the way into the building, luckily there was no welcome party for us there. Once we made it through there we crossed a bit more land until we made it into a wooded area, and then into forested land. As we got closer to the trees though, I froze dead in my tracks. Memories began flooding my mind again.
“Hey,” Joel said gently as he stepped in front of me, “You’re going to be okay. I am not going to let anything happen to you. Alright? I’ve got you.” He squeezed my hands as if to confirm what he had just said.
“What’s the issue? We need to keep moving before it gets too dark.” Tess said from about 10 yards ahead of us.
“Give us just a second.” Joel said back before turning to me, “You gonna be okay?”
I slowly nodded, “Don’t let go of my hand.”
“I won’t.”
We continued walking. I wasn’t too sure how far we had gone but it had gotten dark so we found a place to rest for the night. Then the next morning we continued traveling. Then we finally saw it.
“Holy shit! He built all of that?!” I said.
Joel laughed at my reaction as we got closer and closer to the fence. When we got right up to it, I let go of Joel’s hand as he went to the keypad and opened it. We walked in, it didn’t take us long to be greeted by who I could only assume was Bill and Frank.
Soon enough we were all sitting at a table eating together. It was some of the best food I had ever had. Then Frank brought out a bottle of wine. Real wine. The cork was still in it and everything. I had only had the homemade stuff.
He poured some for Tess and Joel before stopping at me.
"How old are you?"
"21…"
"21? Damn you're just baby aren't ya!" Bill chimed in.
I laughed off his comment, “I mean age just how long you've been here, doesn't really mean much more than that."
Truthfully, I was insecure about my age sometimes. Joel and I had met right after I had turned 20. He told me how old he was but that didn’t bother me at the time… but then again I wasn’t really planning on falling in love with him.
"Oh come on, you probably don't even remember the breakout. You were what, four?" Tess asked.
I stiffened up in my chair, "Five actually-"
"Still no one remembers life that early. You've only ever known the QZs."
"I was wearing a pink dress." I mumbled.
"What?" Joel asked.
"I said, I was wearing a pink dress. My knees were scraped up from falling off my bike earlier that week, I still have the faint scar from picking at the one on my left knee..." I began to recite the details of September 26th, 2003, "We had a creek on the back of our property that my 6 older brothers played at. I was never allowed down there because the current was too strong. But it had been a dry summer and the water level was low. My youngest brother, Alan, who was still 8 years old than me had asked if I could go to the creek and play with them. Just until Ma got home. Pa gave in and allowed me to go. We spent the whole afternoon playing hide and seek, splashing in the water, climbing trees and just having fun.”
“As the sun set we headed back for the house. We ate dinner. I took my bath and went to bed. I wasn't sure how long I was asleep but the next thing I knew my oldest brother, Scott was scooping me up out of bed, grabbing my teddy for me, and running us out to the van. I remembered crying. Scott was holding me in his lap as our dad sped out of the driveway and down the street. I just remember crying and panicking. I didn’t see Ma with us.”
“For the longest time, I pressed the memory down. Refusing to let it resurface. But eventually, as I got older I realized what I had seen before we were out of the house. At first, I thought maybe it just looked like Ma, there was no way it could be her... but I know now that it was her... what was left of her anyways. She was hunched over my brother Alan…”
I stopped and took a deep breath and wiped my eyes. The image was too much for me to explain.
"Beside her laid Roy and Marc lifeless... and that was just the first day of the outbreak. In 2008 I watched Chris take his last breaths as I scrambled to try and cut him down from the noose he made himself. Up until his last days, my father blamed me for that. If only I had been quicker to cut him down then maybe he would still be here. Seven years ago Zeak got offed… he missed a deadline or something. Got shoved off a building. You remember that story of the poor country boy who got too big for his britches? Yesh that was my brother.”
“Shit 4 years ago I was holding Scott as he bled to death in my arms after getting shot by Fire Flies. A year ago I helped Joel throw my father into the burn pits… so yeah, Tess, I may be young, but that doesn't mean that I haven't seen some shit. My age doesn't discredit what I've been through. I may not have lost a husband or a wife or a child, but I still lost family, just like you. I don't discredit you, so don't you dare do it to me!"
I stood abruptly as I finished speaking, causing the chair I was sitting in the fall over.
"Excuse me." I snapped before storming off.
3rd person PoV
"I'm not trying to discredit her experiences, I'm just saying she's young and inexperienced in some things. Her little outburst and storming off proves that." Tess said.
"Tess. Stop it." Joel said sternly.
"Seriously? You're gonna defend her?"
"You have been kinda harsh on her." Frank said.
"I'm going to go check on her." Joel said, wiping his mouth before standing up.
He found her sitting with her back against the back of the house, wiping the tears from her eyes still.
"Hey, you okay?" He asked gently.
"I'm sorry. I know crying like a baby back here probably isn't helping my case right now. Don't worry I won't come back out here with y'all ever again. Not until I'm older and more experienced." She said bitterly.
Joel took a seat beside her.
"There's nothing to be sorry for, sweetheart. Tess laid into you for no reason... I had no idea you went through all that..."
"I haven't talked about it for a reason. It hurts. Like I know everybody lost something when the outbreak happened. And everyone knows that there are people who have lost everything. But knowing that those people are out there and actually being the one that it happened to are two completely different things. You know?"
Joel nodded and took a deep breath before letting it out. When he exhaled it was clearly shaky.
"I had a daughter..."
Yn turned to him with wide eyes and he nodded, not looking at her as he continued.
"Her name was Sarah... I lost her the day of the outbreak..."
It made sense now. Yn knew that Joel's birthday was the same day as the outbreak. She figured that that was the reason why he never wanted to celebrate. But now she understood it was more than that.
"She wasn't even infected. Or killed by an infected... she had hurt her ankle... I was carrying her. We were trying to get to safety, we were stopped, by a military man. I tried to tell him that we weren't sick... he fired at us... she died in my arms..."
"Joel... I had no idea..." she was at a loss for words.
"How could you of known? I don't talk about it for the same reason you don't talk about your brothers. It hurts. I lost my baby girl... I tried to join her... that's how I got this." He point to the scar on his temple, "I flinched when I pulled the trigger."
He looked down at his lap as if he were ashamed of his admission.
"Hey, it's okay..." she grabbed his hand and gave it a squeeze, "I've tried to join my brothers more than once. I got close. Passed out a few times. Every time I woke up, bandaged up. My brothers or father always kept me here... I was planning to do it one last time, get it over with the day my dad got tossed into the burn pit... but I met you..."
“Maybe it was the universe or some shit keeping us here because we were supposed to meet.” He said only half joking.
“You don’t believe in that bullshit.” She laughed.
“No, I don’t.” He admitted, “But I am glad you stuck around.”
“You too.”
1st Person PoV
Later that day Frank was showing me around his garden and allowing me to take back a few things with us.
“So you and Joel?” He asked out of the blue.
“So me and Joel, what?”
“How long have you been together?”
I laughed at his question, “We’re not together.”
“Oh really?”
“Well, not technically… I honestly don’t know what we are…”
“You care for him, do you not?”
I nodded.
“I thought so… and boy the way he looks at you… he’s got it bad.” He said smiling to himself.
I looked over my shoulder to see Joel talking the Bill by the side of the house. And for the first time ever I allowed myself to truly think about a future with him. I wasn’t too sure what it would look like, but I knew I loved him and I wanted to be with him.
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