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plsdonttakemyname · 1 year

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Characters; Nikolai Gogol

Genre; angst, hurt/comfort, scenario

Warnings; reader has family and friends problems, mental breakdowns, Bad writing. So please don't read it if you're uncomfortable with these. This might not make sense since this is my second time writing an angst , hurt comf and scenarios but I hope you enjoy it <3..

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Knocking at the door of Nikolai's office with a tired look on your face as you walked in. You were greeted by Nikolai, your beloved boyfriend.

"Oh, hello dove. I was expecting to see you there. Would you mind to share a conversation?"

"I just wanna cry." Nikolai's eyes widened abit before speaking again. "Cry away Dove.. It's okay. Let go of your tears and let me hold you close. You know how much I care for you. I'll never leave you alone again." He said and kissed your forehead " Now come here, sit on my lap. I want to kiss you right now" he said with a smile on his face. "I love you so much Kolya, it's just things are getting more and more harder for me y'know.." You were really tired after studying for hours straight without any rest at all. "I know, baby. But don't worry. Everything will be alright. Just stay strong for me alright ?. We have each other, we can make it through anything together.I promise everything will work out just fine". He said as he holds your hand gently "I just I feel like I'm always not good enough, my friends and family doesn't even understand that I'm trying my best to make them happy.." you said as tears started to build up in your eyes.

"I'm trying my best Kolya. I really am. but none of them believed me. I got called a whore, spoiled and ungrateful. I don't know what to do anymore. I just feel like I wanna cry my heart out." You choked out a sob as soon as you finished the sentence "Oh, Dove... That sounds horrible. What happened?.. Tell me everything, please. Don't keep any secrets from me. I'm here for you. Always. And if anyone tries to hurt you or insult you, they won't get away with it. Not ever. Okay? Do you trust me Love?" He says as worries started to build up in his eyes and pulled you into a hug "yes I do trust you.. I'm studying really hard for college. my parents always told me to get off my phone and yelled at me when I'm clearly texting my project teacher about my work.This morning I got into an argument with my parents. They just slapped me because I talked back and I was trying to defend myself." You started crying while Nikolai is hugging you tightly on his lap.

"Oh Dear... You poor thing..That must've been awful. I wish I could protect you from these people who would do such terrible things to you. My love, you deserve better than this. If only..." He looks at the floor with sadness in his eyes "...if only I had done something sooner.." "All of my friends are just using me and talking behind my back I really don't know what to do anymore Kolya.I really don't. It just hurts." Your voice started to crack "I'm sorry Dove.. I should've known better than to think that those thing were worth trusting. They're nothing but troublemakers. They'd use you until you broke down completely. Then they'd laugh at you when you cried. They're disgusting creatures." He said while rubbing circles behind your back trying to calm you down "I wanna cry my feelings out but I'm really scared.." He hugged you tightly "It's okay, my love. Let it all out. Cry as loud as you need to. I'll hold onto you forever. No one else matters but us. Only us." He strokes your hair and gently tucking your hair behind your ear that was covering your face as he continued.

"You're safe with me.Never forget that. M'kay?" Your nodded and your sob slowly turning into small sniffles "Kolya?" You said his name after calming down abit. "Yes? What is it, my love?" He smiled warmly at you "Is there anything else bothering you besides your bullies,being treated badly by others or feeling worthless?" He takes his hands in yours and looks into your eyes lovingly "Tell me everything Dove."

"Am I annoying to you?.." You asked him as he laughs softly "Of course not, my love. Why would you ask such an absurd question? Of course not. You are absolutely adorable. The most beautiful person I have ever met. There isn't another person alive who compares to you. In fact, no other person even comes close besides you , Dos-kun and Sigma. You smiled at his response "I'm sorry for breaking down like this when you're busy... I just can't do this anymore I've been too stressed out lately." He kissed your forehead gently "Don't be sorry, my love. Just remember how much happier we are together. Remember how happy we make each other. And never doubt yourself again. You are perfect." He says and holds you close against him "I promise you will find someone special soon enough." "But...You're special to me and I love you Kolya." You whispered In his ears with a smile on your face now as he blushed at your words "I love you too my Dove. Now come here and give me a hug. Hugging helps calm you down after stressful situations. It makes you feel loved and protected too.. So... He said as he pulls you closer to him "C'mere! Give me a big hug I've missed you so much my love "

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A/n; Hii ! I hope you like this fic :) I'm so sorry if anyone is going through this too. I hope you're all doing okay now <33 Make sure to stay Hydrated and Eat in time, Just a reminder you're all perfect no matter who you are, You're all good enough. Some words can be extremely hurtful sometimes but it's the best to try and ignore them :D I'm always open to talk about it if you're going through a rough time/day :) I love you all mwah <3

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gadriezmannsgirl · 5 months

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So im the anon who asked when you'll publish again cuz I missed it and I just wanna say sorry im so late but i jus saw ur post. BESTIE i dont even know where to begin. so first im gonna say i just read the new fermin fic and it was INCREDIBLE. SO CUTE. AND I LOVED IT. second, i want to give you my complete understanding. of course im not a writer but it takes very little empathy to understand why a lack of engagement would make you demotivated to write. im so sorry and im sure others here too that we dont give u the appreciation u deserve. for me personally, its the fact that im afraid to come off on anon and comment with my account, but i realize even i can give feedback through anon. whenever you are ready to come back, even sporadically, i will talk to u more here because u deserve to hear what we think of the fics u so cutely write for us to enjoy. let me just tell you for now that i have never found someone that does non smut in such a mature way. i cant even explain what i am thinking so bare with me i hope you get this. often i just want to read reality and what a real relationship with these boys are like. that's the stuff that makes me kick my feet and giggle fr. but you are one of the only ones that can do that in a way which is perfectly descriptive and realistic. your fic with Gavi for the fight after he waves a sandwich in your face??? BBG. i cant believe i never told u how much i loved that detail. of course it was a shit thing for his character to do but that is the kind of stuff that realistically happens in a relationship fight and leads to a silent treatment and argument -> discussion -> solution like in ur fic. i was reading it with my mouth covered like damn she got it JUST RIGHT. i legit read ur fics over and over they are so SO good and SO well crafted. i really feel like i am in these stories. and i know it wasn't your intent so please dont feel bad for your well deserved post to my anon note, but i feel so embarrassed that i never gave u the credit u deserve. please dont look at this anon and let it pressure u into writing again because that is nowhere near my intention. i just want to say take your time, relax and also GET READY. cz im gonna talk to u more and more like i should and all ur followers should. te queremos!!!!!!!!!!! i even learned some slang from ur culture clash fics

Hello dear anon! I hope you're doing great! :) First of all, I'm truly glad you liked the fermín fic and thank you for taking your time to write this lovely message, it means a lot💖

Thank you for also understanding my point of view, I don't really want to come off as rude or ungrateful, that's not my intention and it will never be. It's just really hard to come, write for hours, wanting to do something enjoyable for others and not get any feedback (I know it is not mandatory but it would be very nice for me and I can take constructive criticism to improve in new writings), but it's also something that it's going to the point where I reblog any ask game or tell you guys that I'm bored and wanna chat with any of you and only two or three asks pop up in my inbox (And I don't even know if those two-three asks are from the same person😭🤷🏻‍♀️) however when I post that my requests are open, I can assure you that my inbox can be 0 but once I come back +20 asks are in there and it makes me kinda feel like I'm just here to write. write. write. write and write😭

I also understand you, if I wasn't a writer here I would also go to my favorite writers inbox and tell them my thoughts as anon but like you said you're writing on anon, which means I don't know your account (or anyone who writes on anon) you could be also commenting on my post/reblogging/etc and I wouldn't even know it's you! Either way I respect that🙏🏻and I appreciate the fact you'll be on my inbox more often either if it's to rant about your day, talk about a fic or anything, even if I'm not as active with writing as I used to be, you can still sent me an ask and I will gladly answer you!🌻✨

I try my best to do the fics as realistic as possible, obviously I don't know the guys (sadly😭) but I try my best to imagine how they can be outside the pitch and insert that into a real life couple with ups and downs but gurrrllll you even made me go back and read the sandwich fic 😂lol. Anywho, I'm really glad you like my fics and go back to read them again when I'm away for a bit. Slang🇻🇪 is very chevere, hopefully I get to do once again Latina!reader😌 Once again thank you for your message and once more I don't want to be rude or ungrateful. 💜 yu guys too, hope you're having a great day/evening/night!

#gadriezmannsgirl replies #a bit of rant #sorry about it

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toxicanonymity · 10 months

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readmore for those who don't wanna see talk of engagement & motivation etc.

Anonymous asked: hi toxic, small fanfiction writer here 👋. i hope i’m not clogging up your inbox, you seem super kind and i’m just seeking some advice as a writer myself.

i’ve been writing fanfiction for a little over a year now on tumblr. my blog has grown more than i ever expected. before this comes off as ungrateful I’m so thankful for anyone who reads my work. my work comparatively gets few notes (400-500) and people don’t seem to be interested in my series or characters. i see content creators with similar work as me getting people interested and invested in their stories. i don’t want to compare myself to them, but it’s difficult not to wonder if my content is just not good enough. i guess i’m just asking if and how one can stay motivated to keep putting out work if hardly anyone is interested. i posted my writing because i wanted to share my love for my fandom but it just feels like i’m throwing it into a void. is it because i’m new? or does it have to do with the algo? i just don’t know anymore and i feel like quitting. all i look forward to is seeing my two or three commenters leave their comments. it’s the only thing keeping me going. thanks again, big fan hehe

Toxic: Don’t worry about my inbox, it's very stretchy. It's awesome that you have that many readers but especially regular commenters. 🖤 They are the best. Whatever comparison you're making to other writers, is it really comparable?

Probably not. Example: Should I compare my dad's best friend (dbf) stories to other writers' dbfs? In Silence can never be bought, Joel fucks your stepmother in the first chapter and you try to blackmail him. Left in Lincoln is an erotic horror story that’s given people nightmares and recovered repressed memories (but Joel is so sweet with you). I can't expect the same pool of readers as dbfs where the primary conflict is age gap, corruption kink, or will-the-dad-find-out. Shoutout to my dbf readers, i love you badasses.

If it is very comparable, like if you can’t think of anything that differentiates yours from others on the surface: Does it need to be more clear what's unique about yours so people don’t feel like they’re going to be reading the same thing?

I guess my tips would be to keep engaging with readers and write what you really, really want without regard to trends or whether people will like it—stuff you want to see come to life for its own sake. Hopefully that provides another source of motivation. And that can make it even more exciting when people connect with your story.

A little more on this here (a similar ask)

Thank you for reading my blog!! I hope you find motivation to keep writing.

p.s. I'm gonna put this topic in my FAQs. i rarely answer serious asks, so please don't take offense if I don't answer yours, i do read and care.

#meta #toxic ask #engagement

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fkinavocado · 1 year

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Dreea I am so sorry that you are getting mean anons. I hope it is not because of me. I didn't say anything mean, salty or disrespectful I hope my asks didn't bother you, tbh I think people are right there was no need for me to announce that I won't be reading the fic anymore, I should have kept it to myself, however I hope you know that my intention was not to hurt you, I feel so guilty, you don't deserve this treatment. You deserve only good things. Please do not let this make you sad.

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this got long ☠️

hun, please don't feel responsible for others' penchant for drama. i understand where you come from and i respect everyone's decision because at the end of the day you should only read what you want to! lord knows i gave up reading lots of fics mid way. but the way some have come for me using "constructive criticism" as a guise for hateful passive-aggressive comments is typical for tumblr unfortunately. some ppl really just love going on anon and being mean for no reason

i'm not gonna change a damn thing abt the storyline of the fic that i'm writing. that was never debatable. when you offer constructive criticism (and i'm gonna be addressing this in general, not to 🍟 anon) it shouldn't be about where the story is heading because the creative process belongs to the writer alone. the other things some anons brought up i'd down right answered multiple times already- which- shouldn't even have to be addressed if i'm being honest- like, will the whole trial thing ever come to a conclusion- i must've answered that tons of time by now, and of course it will! like of course i wasn't gonna drop a major part of the story without bringing it to a conclusion, i am deliberately putting it off, and now that we're reading harry's pov is when everything will come to light

i know it's taking long because i don't update super frequently (even though some have had the audacity to question how i have time to come here and post fics if i'm a doctor ☠️). which is why it seems like it's taking forever. but if you're reading it in one sitting it actually has a linearity. that's the thing with WIPS- if you know you haven't got the patience for it, please only read completed works and stop bullying the writer! i have fics i've been waiting on updates for literal YEARS

anyway- i wanna wrap this subject up, wasn't gonna answer because i just didn't wanna bring it up again, i'm beyond fed up. and hurt because some people really are beyond ungrateful and have really sent me obnoxious things, along the lines of "you demand 500 notes on your chapters to update but you don't give people what they want" like-- i'm just speechless. people really feel entitled to come on tumblr dot com and be handed out completely free quality content and on top of that the writer should he writing the story they expect, otherwise off with their head. like. maybe write your own fics then???! and 500 notes is just a way to encourage ppl to interact with the fic. i've seen someone make a comment about posting fics for notes, and that's absolutely not what this is about (and they're a writer too, so i was unpleasantly surprised to say the least...)

again, 🍟 anon i am not at all upset with you, i'm sad you'll not be reading and giving up on the story because i think you're wrong to do so obviously, but i can't force anyone to have faith in the process

to anyone saying i don't accept negative feedback, i urge you to really analyze what has been going on. so many ppl called those anons out on it- like if you're not gonna pay attention to the story and what i reply to other anons, of course i'm gonna be defensive if you're down right wrong. if i wanted to, i could've easily just ignored any and every negative comment i've gotten. for the sake of transparency i posted those, and instead, some anons took that as a window of opportunity to come spill some hate in my inbox which i will not tolerate, because i can see clearly who sets out with good intentions and who is just after some hateful drama

and with this i'm closing up this subject

#ask #🍟 anon

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avaveevo · 1 month

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This Is The Thanks I Get?! (Jax Version) (feat. Daizy)

DAIZY (spoken) Well, if you don't mind me asking… I had a chat with Pomni and she thinks You're the traitor

JAX (spoken) Me? The traitor? I'm offended! Why would someone as kind-hearted as me Be a traitor?

DAIZY (spoken) Uh… Well, I wouldn't call you… Wait, why is there music?

JAX (sung) I can't help it if mirrors love my face It's genetics! Yeah, I got these genes from outer space Peep the name, I'm magnificent I put the "I" in "omnipotent" I'm passionate, I'm not petulant Someone praise me for my benevolence

(spoken) Hey, you, look

DAIZY (spoken) Oh, sorry

JAX (sung) I'd give the clothes off the people's back If you really needed that I'd be the first one to volunteer

(spoken) Sup, pal?

(sung) If your home were to crumble Or if you were in trouble I let you live here for free And I don't even charge you rent I clean up all your messes And I'm always there when you need to vent I give and give and give and give You'd think they'd all be content And all I really want is just a little respect And this is the thanks I get? This is the thanks I get? And this is the thanks I get? And this is the thanks I get?

DAIZY (spoken) Well, actually, if you take a look…

JAX (sung) "You're so brilliant" Ah, that's the least you could say There's more, admit it "You're cute and strong and bold and brave, " thanks See this circus? I helped build it up And you still complain? Ungrateful much? Mm, are you sure that you're not the prob? I'd love to see you try and do my job, oh-ho! I helped out fourteen NPCs last year Come on, that's a high percent And now you're questioning your buddy? The disrespect I just underwent You know I always got your back Yeah, really though, it's no sweat Since the day you were born and the day that we met And this is the thanks I get? This is the thanks I get? And this is the thanks I get? And this is the thanks I get?

DAIZY (spoken) I know, but if you… Wait, where'd you get that?

JAX (sung) I didn't wanna do this I swore I'd never do this But I'm hypnotized by how these pages flip 'Cause I refuse to have my power stripped A potion, a spell, a summon, a curse? Anything to make that light reverse To this book, I don't wanna be tethered, but Desperate times call for desperate measures

(spoken) Wait Where was I?

DAIZY (spoken) Um…

JAX (spoken) Hold on I remember now

(sung) There's a traitor in this place And still I remain unbent Come out now, explain yourself I'm sure it's all just an accident Well, whoever finds them first Now, that's my trust well earned Honestly, keeping you safe should be worth every cent And this is the thanks I get? This is the thanks I get? And this is the thanks I get? This is the thanks I get? Oh, this is the thanks I get?

(spoken) Seriously, THIS is the thanks I get? Please

#the amazing digital circus

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beedreamscape · 8 months

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The Locked Tomb AU

Laerryn the First, Saint of Love, Fourth Saint to Serve the King Undying.

Patia the First, Saint of ___, Seventh Saint to Serve the King Undying

Zerxus Ogdoad Cavalier Primary

"I've become the emperor's mouth, his herald you could say."

"That's an ironic title."

"Plenty of ironies in war."

"I wouldn't flaunt that title around if I were you. You wouldn't believe where the emperor's mouth been."

"You would know."

"So would you," she says with an of a question yet not fully committing.

"I've been here only seven? eight? years of the Emperor's stay at the Erebos. He makes sure I'm always busy. But... rumors fly when you're enclosed in a station such a this. I hope I come out as ungrateful but I often miss life back in the house."

"Our latest saint hails from the house of the third. Ianthe the First, Princess of Ida."

I've met the Princess. I'm only familiar with her parents, she was far from born when I left the third.

No country for old men.

I'm sorry.

Something J-- the Emperor says.

Any from the fourth?

Died by Cytherea's hands I'm afraid.

The Saint of Hope?

Haven't you heard of what happened?

Of the massacre yes, not many details beyond it.

Don't dare open your mouth about it to anyone else, you hear me?

Alright! I won't dare.

Lest you wanna face the King Undying's fury... I had no idea he hadn't disclosed this...

I understand why he wouldn't, it doesn't paint him in the best light to have one of his fists turn against him.

Of course. Now, done with it. And if that little comment was an attempt to harm my ego, know I'm a member of the First House first and foremost.

Yes, yes.

John comes from a corner, cape flowing over his shoulders behind him. "There you are, my sacred hand!"

"My Kindly Prince," says Loquatius with bow much more gracious and subtle than that of the other cohort members. He never bent too far, never took anything too seriously, never kissed the Kindly Arse.

And for that John looks grateful, at least from what his face gives.

"Loquatius, how pleasant! I haven't seen you in weeks."

"I was sent to the 9th base with Captain Linton to gather reports. They're moving quickly."

"Yes, yes." He drums the tablet in his arms with his nails. "I'm yet to read through those," he turns sharply towards Laerryn, "I've been rudely interrupted."

She gives a tiny smirk. "Her approach might be direct but I promised I'd back her up after you left again."

He puffs. "Joy doesn't need backing up to do whatever she pleases."

"Which is exactly why I do it anyway. You can't say she isn't effective."

"She's always effective."

He cups a hand over Loquatius cheek, the place he healed with his own hands and spit into a seamless continuation. Seamless were it not for the discoloration, like a stroke of white paint was brushed over one quarter of his face --- blank pupils, bone white skin, cloud white hair. He'd resemble a younger Augustine was not for it.

He smiles at his emperor. "My lord."

"You're valuable, Loquatius, never forget that."

"Yes, thank you."

Just as swiftly he retrieves and wraps an arm around Laerryn's waist, pulling her away.

"Come on, let's go before M causes a ruckus."

"Mercy! I'm always more concerned about you."

She's quite the steady thing.

And Laerryn sighs audibly paired with an orbital eyeroll.

Isn't the Erebos up to your standards?

Stop referencing the space station as a person.

I'll refer the Erebos as I please.

And why she? Does its structure refer any femininity? Does it look breedable?

I know you lost all sense of reverence five thousand years ago---

Before that.

---but I still, I expect your respect before my subjects.

Loquatius knows my attitude towards you, it'd be stranger if I were to act all reverential and lovey dovey.

Laerryn, he speaks.

He doesn't speak about me. And he knows better than to taint your reputation.

Yet you don't. You are my hand, my gestures before the Cohort, the Nine Houses, and me.

I know exactly what's my position as your hand and jerking you off isn't one of them.

What is it with you? You're acting abnormally indecent.

It's the energy I've gathered from this place.

Are you jealous?

She makes a noise that would've sound a lot more natural coming from Mercymorn's mouth.

Jealousy. You could've spent another one hundred full years fucking the entire fleet twice and once more for all I care, but we've been waiting for you over the river and it's growing stale and lonely and dangerous.

Breathe, dear.

I forgot something.

Three decades of running frrom number seven and now our line of defense has grown thin.

That's what I've been preparing Harrow and Ianthe for.

I'll have to teach half a myriad worth of knowledge into months.

I don't know anyone more capable of it.

Laerryn!

I'll be back in a blink.

Her steps are quick but as soon as she's out of view she runs, careless of any eyes watching. All she needs to do is follow the beat of his heart, the slide of muscle and pericardium, the hum his soul produces inside the sponged core of his bones, the mechanics of his every move, the warmth of his necromancy.

He's on the corridors still when she finds him. He freezes in place, his only gesture that of opening his arms as she runs to him and collapses against his chest.

The kiss is desperately quick, trying to quench in 30 seconds the thirst of a whole decade, a whole century, a lifetime. He holds her very very tightly as if he could merge their bodies into one concision, make her stay at least once, at least a little while longer, and she holds his face as if she could pull his head right off his spine --- and he knows she can with the right pull and the right angle.

He's that confident in her abilities, he's that confident she won't stay.

She rests her forehead on his for the briefest moment before one last kiss and steps away.

"See you... someday."

"Someday, my saint." He takes her hands carefully, his are shaking. He kisses both of her knuckles. "Don't die."

"I'll try. Been doing it for a myriad."

"I'll be waiting for you."

She nods and turns away.

Without turning towards her, the Emperor says: "I can feel your heart racing."

She sighs. "I know."

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xii-06 · 3 years

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ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ'ꜱ ᴀʙʏꜱꜱ

pairing: eren yeager x fem!reader (nsfw)

contents / warnings: monster kink (only the oral part), master/slave kink, size kink, spitting, oral sex (female receiving), breeding kink, unestablished relationship, dirty talk, degradation, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, uprotected sex, creampie, mating press, slight angst, canon verse

word count: 2.4k

summary: you boldly join the yeagerists so you can reconnect with the man who leads them, swearing to yourself you would love every part of eren yeager this time around. but he has to make sure of that—that you will follow a devil like him to hell.

author's note: please ignore this if you're not into it or if it makes you uncomfortable. i'm not even a monster fucker but i'm having a weird eren brainrot rn.

no age in bio = blocked. reblogs and comments will be very much appreciated ♡

"floch, i'm a little scared."

you are not scared of eren himself, you are scared of how he might treat you now. after all, the young man grew distant even from his closest friends. however, you finally build the courage to talk to him, to tell him how you feel. you trust him—you know he'll save the world. you know he'll save you.

floch rolls his eyes in slight irritation, "no backing out now. he said he is willing to talk to you so stop being ungrateful if you still wanna see him." he mutters.

you are just thinking out loud to feel less nervous, there is no point in arguing with eren's most loyal supporter. you follow him obediently and it is already dark when you reach your destination—a wide, grassy area not far off the mountains. the object of your affection is waiting there near a bonfire without his black hooded cardigan on.

eren is unable to hide his small grin. so you really did come. "well, look what we have here." he scoffs, those cold green eyes meet yours before staring at the rest of your body like you are some prey he would indulge in later.

you can only say his name under your breath. you are speechless. that treacherous, yet captivating grin brings you anticipation.

his expression falls when he gazes back at the flickering bonfire. "floch," he begins with a dull tone, "i'll see you and the others tomorrow. gotta make up my mind tonight."

the redhead nods politely. "understood." floch walks away from the scene, both you and eren watching him disappear in the darkness of distance.

"come, (y/n)." eren beckons his index finger and you do what he says. "i find this situation rather unexpected, you know?"

"i'm not looking for trouble." you assure instantly after you sit down beside him. "i'm... here to join you. i did it out of my own free will..." you are catching glimpses of eren's features as you speak; his large hands, tanned skin, long hair tied in a messy bun, collarbones peeking through his ash-colored shirt. his eyes appear more unsympathetic but they remain expressive. for a fleeting moment, you feel enaptured by the sight of such powerful man.

eren forces you closer to him by grabbing your chin. "and why is that? i want you to tell me." he questions in an enticing manner. with the way you stutter and the growing hopelessness in your voice, it is quite obvious to him now— but he has to hear it from you.

your cheeks heat up and your heart races. still, you do your best to answer him openly. "b-because i admire you, eren. i believe in you just like a lot of eldians out there. i want to help you and i want to help them by your side." you admit.

"you said we cannot walk in the same path, didn't you?" he asks.

"it's my fault. we lose a lot of people every time we fight for survival inside the walls. i was scared to lose you, so i tried to throw out my attachment. i'm sorry i became distant." you continue.

"i don't want to be scared anymore," you hold onto his arm desperately. "please, i'll do anything."

eren arches an eyebrow. shit. you amuse him a lot. he suddenly remembers when you hugged him tight back then, you two were only trainees and he helped you treat your wound. he assumed it will be the last time because your friendship seems to have died down throughout the years. it might be your inner despair that led you back to him.

things have changed, he has grown and so do you. maybe in different ways though one thing is for sure—the sentiment between you and eren never did. seeing you doe-eyed and ready to submit for acceptance excites him. at long last, you will be able to shatter your fears together.

but you must accept him too.

"anything." he repeats the word like it is an order as he glides his calloused thumb over your lips. "open your mouth, whore."

you comply. eren removes his finger from your lips and uses his hand to press the hollow of your cheeks instead. his spit shoots perfectly inside your mouth, making you let out a quiet whimper.

he captures your lips in an open-mouthed kiss, your moist tongues swirling against each other. your knees suddenly feel weak from the passionate contact. you longed for this moment. you thought you'd never be close to eren again, yet he brought you closer to him. much closer.

eren releases your lips and starts leaving gentle, but wet kisses on your neck while his hands roam around your body. your arms are around him while you savor the pleasure he's giving you.

he unbuttons your white shirt then unhooks your bra. he lowers his head a little and smirks against the skin of your breast, "is this what freedom is to you?" he fondles it sensually as he licks the nipple of the other one.

"eren- aah!" your are interrupted by your own lewd whimper when he sucks on your nipple, harshly. your breath hitches at how his mouth is engulfing your delicate buds.

"master." he corrects you.

you whisper the title. eren unfastens the buckle of your belt next, unzipping your pants and pulling it low enough for his fingers to reach your clothed pussy. he rub it in slow circles for a few minutes until you get wetter, listening to your soft moans.

he gives you a quick but indelicate peck then asks, "will you catch a bullet for me? betray your friends, comrades, and superiors? will you accept that i've become the devil they fear?"

you nod foolishly. you will. you're here to be sinful for him, for the man you love and desire. "i will... i promise..."

eren chuckles at your stupefied look. you stare at the blood dribbling down his right hand's index finger until he strokes your cheek, careful not to smear it upon your skin. this time his other hand has already slunk into your panties, toying faster with your pussy—two fingers inside you and thumb rubbing your sensitive clit. "or how about i make you this devil's little fucktoy?"

his words and the movements of his fingers make you squirm, so you hold onto his sleeves to support your balance.

"yes master," you gasp eagerly, "i'm only yours."

"good girl." he whispers in response and pulls his fingers out of your pussy. "you've always acted tough to the point of cutting me dead. it's funny seeing you desperate. you truly are pathetic, y/n." he says as he shakes your slick off his fingers.

"you're gonna cum so hard, you wouldn't know what to do." he threatens. "wait there." eren stands up and casually withdraws from you while he takes off his own shirt.

you already know what's about to happen. no way. you have seen this devil assault equally large enemies and destroy structures built from stone. how is he going to do that?

once he's far enough, an irradiant yellow lightning surfaces from him to the dark skies, briefly illuminating the place and quaking the ground due to its impact.

it's your first time to see eren's titan up close, standing 15 meters tall in front of you. you are taken aback by his sunken eyes and his visible jagged teeth. you can also hear his guttural breaths through the night's silence.

but this is eren no matter what he appears to be—whether he manifests a seductive man or a vicious monster, this is still eren. the devil before you is just another part of his fate and he wants you to accept it.

you inhale to calm your agitation and slip off your panties, leaving yourself only with black socks on. "it's okay. i trust you..." you pant, still not over the pleasure he gave you earlier. god, you were about to cum. you want more, and being lasciviously exposed to eren excites you further.

eren is surprised that you didn't run, a part of him was expecting you to. he gets down on one knee and lends you his hands, gesturing you to hop onto them and you carefully do so. despite his vague facial expression, you can tell that he's trying to be as gentle as possible. of course, it's not quite fun to be rough with you in his titan form. a wrong move can injure you.

he lifts his hands and brings them close to his mouth. overwhelmed by the vast size difference, you shut your eyes while waiting for his next move.

you let out a shriek when he lightly flits the tip of his tongue on your pussy. he is being careful and barely starting but fuck, it's already too much. your back arches when he goes faster, loudly moaning at the sensation of his warm and enormous tongue brushing past your dripping folds.

"master!" you heave intoxicated sighs before spurting your first climax, yet eren doesn't stop. his movement only quickens, turning those sighs into whimpers until he rips another orgasm from you—one after another as if he is starved beast. indeed, he is.

you're a shaking mess, your overstimulated clit pulsating. eren takes the opportunity to plunge the tip of his tongue in your tight hole and starts fucking you with it. "w-wait! no more... 's too much!" you sob. even your squirming is no use, he can keep you in place just by his hefty tongue.

eren's low growl startles you to behave and stay still, but it didn't keep you from moaning loudly at the vibrations it sends to your sensitive walls. you thought you're already numb until eren makes you cum hard again, your cunt clenching around his tongue as you release. fuck, fuck. he's toying with the right spots and it hurts so good, not to mention his body feels hotter.

as for eren, he's tempted to kiss and fuck you when you're trembling. he cannot exactly taste you in his titan form but he's still connected to it by flesh, and their blood pump with the same eagerness.

his cock is painfully hard right now, he has to cum and you have to watch him do it. he can't have you passing out like this so he shouldn't overdo the foreplay.

eren licks up from your stomach to your breasts a few times before putting you down. the titan kneels once more and he emerges through its nape, having a smug look on his face while he stares at your worn-out form lying on the ground. your breasts, stomach, thighs and pussy are now covered in your cum and his titan's drool.

he descends and walks towards you to wipe your tears with much endearment. "you took that so well." he coos. his bun is lost, leaving his hair messy and some of it sticking on his clammy skin.

eren unzips his pants then draws his erected cock out. "now i want you to take this and make me feel good. my sweet doll can do that, right?" he says as he taps it on warm your cheek, smudging his precum on you.

you respond with a weak nod. you merely caught the question and unable to fathom everything else. "want your dick, master..."

he cannot hold back any longer, he yearns to be inside you tonight. you're so wet thanks to his titan, there's no need for you to suck his cock off for it to fit in. maybe some other time.

delighted, eren kisses you fervidly. he slightly shifts backwards and positions himself between your legs. "fuck, baby– you're sopping," he pants in excitement.

the brunette grasps both of your wrists using one hand and presses your bodies a little closer to prevent you from flailing away.

"eren, put it in now," you absent-mindedly whine in impatience then earn a hard slap on your pussy, which somehow brings you back to your senses.

he slaps it yet again. "who?"

"aah! m-master! please, i need your cock. 'm sorry, 'm sorry, master," you beg helplessly.

those pleas have eren's cock twitching, beads of sweat gathering on his forehead as he slowly pushes himself into your pussy.

you moan softly in relief and satisfaction. his cock is massive but your wetness makes the stretch less painful. before you know it, he's already pounding his sturdy hips.

"you call yourself free but you're spreading your legs like some stupid bitch." he sneers, parting your legs wider.

eren loves it because you've always been his. he wants to steal your freedom. he wants to enslave you and he is going to—

in a way that will drive you crazy and leave you begging for more.

"that's the real reason why you came here, right? to be fucked like a slut you are?" his thumb strokes over your clit while he continues to ram against your clenching walls.

"yes... mmh-" you mewl and refrain yourself from moaning too loud by biting your lower lip.

"fuck, i'll make you bear my child for the future of new eldian empire." he rasps. "i'm gonna breed this tight pussy of yours." you can tell that he's about to climax as he tightens his grip on your wrists. "because the truth is you're not free, y/n. you're a fuckin' slave for my cock. ah... say it."

"i-i'm a slave for my master's cock! ahh! fuck... more, please! 'm gonna cum!" you wrap your legs around his waist and buried your face on the crook of his neck. fire pools in your abdomen, eventually driving you to another wave of pleasure.

he leans in and smirks at your incoherent muffling. "i want you to milk it dry."

"gonna take your hot cum inside my slutty pussy," you manage to say, "wanna have your baby, master... please, please..."

eren chuckles half-heartedly. if he gets you pregnant, he's gonna leave you to take care of the child alone. you really are a good girl. "shit, so tight for me, yeah? ngh... i'm cumming, y/n, fuck," the long-haired brunette grunts, his movements becoming more sloppy.

you embrace his toned rear while he empties himself into your abused cunt, feeling his warm load overflow. eren gathers his gushing cum with his thick fingers then shoves it back inside you. "well, guess you're in. i'm gonna fill you up again tomorrow."

he holds you in his arms and tucks some of your hair behind your ear. you lie there in comfortable tranquility. only the crickets' noise, evening breeze and shallow breaths can be heard—unable to think of anything but eren's warmth that washes all over your body. perhaps you are both selfish. you for leaving the rest of what you have behind, and eren for letting you follow him to this dark path.

beyond everything, time passes. you don't want to lose your remaining moments with eren. you wouldn't mind falling with the devil tonight, if that's what will make you believe in the future and keep you moving forward—

even without him.

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claynine · 3 years

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Baby Owls

Bokuto x DomF!Reader x Akaashi

cw: degradation, pegging, kissing (male & male), bdsm

"You should have stopped him-" you spat making the two boys flinch.

"I tried, but you know how he is" Akaashi tried to defend himself.

"Hey!" Bokuto glared at him as you turned around towards them.

"Why?" You asked.

Silence.

"I see, you two wanna be brats today? Fine"

Bokuto whimpered as his pout appeared again for a second before pleasure once again filled him. Akaashi glanced over at his partner with a furrowed eyebrows, if it wasn't for him he wouldn't be in trouble.

"Go to the hotel room, now, i'll meet you in a few" you said.

They nodded and went up the elevator. Once inside Akaashi smacked Bokuto in the head.

"You idiot," he said ignoring his partners whine "She's mad at me because of your brattyness"

"Well I'm sorry" he cleary said sarcastically "I was just as needy as you!"

"But I know how to control myself and not grab a vibrator without permission!"

"Well- ah!" He hunched over in pleasure as a orgasm neared "F-fuck... i'm-"

Akaashi couldn't deny it, he was horny too. The urge to grab a vibrator alongside Bokuto was tempting but he knew better than disobey your simple order: "No vibrators while out on a trip with the team".

It was a small vacation of a week to relax before some big games coming up. A week, seven days, and Bokuto broke the rule after two days.

"I'm gonna- mhf!" Akaashi's lips met with Bokuto's in a steamy kiss, the latter cumming hard as his moans were swallowed by his partner.

"If she punishes me," Akaashi said as he parted away, the silver haired reaching over to get more but getting denied "It's your fault"

"Akaashi-" he moaned looking for more friction but the doors opened and they stepped out of the elevator before entering the room.

A few minutes later you entered, taking off your jacket as you were met with your two boys kissing eachother, not bothering or not hearing your entrance.

"Such brats," you spoke making them part and look at you lustfully "What should I do to you two?"

"Fuck me please-" Bokuto stood up on wobbly legs towards you as he hugged your arm "With that- big, big strap you have"

You hummed as you thought, ah, there's an idea.

"Both of you, bed, now" they obeyed as you grabbed the items from your bagpack.

Some rope, the big strap and some lube. You waited until they were undressed as you lubed the strap up, walking to Bokuto who only stared at the strap.

"Arms up," he obeyed, intranced by the mere sight of your plastic dick.

He only said "eh?" As you tied his hands to the headboard tightly, his eyes wide and confused.

"Come 'ere Akaashi," you ordered, he obeyed "On all four on top of Bokuto" once again he obeyed

You carassed his cheeks as you lubed up his entrance, a soft sigh left his mouth. The tip of the strap pocking his hole as it started gettinf swallowed by it. Akaashi's hips moving back looking for more friction.

"You know, you two are ungrateful," you spat as you picked up the pace.

Bokuto's eyes were stuck to Akaashi's face on top of his own. Eyes filled with lust and envy as his partners face was filled with pleasure.

"Please-" he was cutoff by you.

"I always give you everything, whenever you want it," your voice filled with anger and venom "All I ask is for seven days, and you can't give me that?-"

With a hard, strong thrust Akaashi moaned loudly while shaking and collapsing on top of Bokuto's chest. Your hips still moving after he came.

"Ah! I didn't- do- mh!- anything!-" he tried to get up but your hard and fast thrust sent him into submission in a second "I tried- ahaaaa!"

"I don't care, look at you," you said "look at him," you told Bokuto "Look at the way his ass takes my dick, better than you could, hah?"

Bokuto whined, tears glossing his eyes as his hair drooped. A wave of fear yet pleasure drowning him.

"You couldn't be without my dick for seven days, huh?" You spat, words making him moan instinctively "You fucking slut"

A loud moan broke through Akaashi's ones as Bokuto came. Embarrasment filling him up, his eyes rolled away as your words made him feel so good, so bad, so slutty, so fucking amazing.

"Only a brat like you could cum from my words," you stopped as Akaashi moaned again while cumming.

His hips fell on top of his partner as their dicks were stuck to eachother, the feeling torturing them both. You lifted Bokuto's legs and thrusted into him at once.

"Ah!" He moaned throwing his head back in pleasure, hands fisting up in his restraints.

"Now, let's see," you said, ears blessed by his moans.

Akaashi was angry too, it felt good, amazing but it was still a punishment. He was surely not gonna walk tomorrow, at least not straight. His legs were weak, he wanted revenge.

His mouth, teeth and tongue meet with Bokuto's nipples as he started eating away. Sucking the small pink buds eager to destroy him too. Bokuto was in hell and in heaven at the same time.

Your thrusts; perfectly timed, fast and rough, just like he liked it. And Akaashi's work on his nipples, leaving them red and swollen. He cried out in pleasure, pain and humilliation.

"Next time," you said kissing Akaashi's back, "Don't be some brats, be what you really are, hm? My little baby owls"

It was gonna be a long night, for the three of you.

#haikyu x reader #haikyuu!!#dom reader #bokuto x reader #akaashi x reader #sub haikyuu

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whumpasaurus101 · 2 years

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HEYYY THIS IS RANDOM BUT IVE BEEN READING THROUGH SOME OF YOURS DRABBLES AND IF YOUR ABLE CSN YOU CONTINUE THE DRABLLE WHERE JACK RAN AWAY AND HID IN ASHERS ROOM AFTER DRUGGING ALICIS IM DYING TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENEDDDDDDD 😌😌😌

EEE THANK YOU ANONN!!! HERE YA GOO!!!!

Part one is here!!!

When Rodger managed to open Asher’s room’s door, he saw Jack curled up in the far corner, hands over his ears, “Get up,” Rodger spat. Jack sobbed but managed to lift himself up, rubbing his eyes with the back of his palms. “I never knew you had the balls, Jack. I’ll be honest, I'm impressed!!! Annoyed most definitely, but impressed! Asher seems to be really rubbing off on you.” Jack gulped.

In the hall, Asher slowly brought himself up to his feet lack spots filled his vision, he quickly reached out and held onto the wall to steady himself. He let out a few breaths before slowly walking into the room, “R-Rodger, stop!” Rodger turned around, arms folded, “Well, speak of the devil.”

Asher clenched his jaw, “Leave him alone.”

“Too late! Alicia’s on her way over- oh, and she’s livid, might I add. So, Jack, what did you seriously think would happen?”

Jack opened his mouth but Asher cut him off, “Jack, you don't need to tell him anything, you-” Rodger quickly punched him, sending Asher stumbling back a few steps. “You, shut it.”

“I….I wanted to r-run away,” Jack sobbed. “Remember what happened last time you tried to run away?” Rodger asked with a smirk. Jack fell to his knees, sobbing, “I'm sorry!!! I didn't- didn't mean to!!!!”

“You're an ungrateful twat, you know that? Alicia saved you and loved you. And what do you do in return? You fucking drug her and attempt to run away!”

This made Jack sob harder.

“Rodger, leave Jack the fuck alone!” Asher growled. Rodger yanked him close by the hair, forcing his head back and forcing eye contact, “Tell me Asher, why do you care about him so much, hm? You wanna tell me somethin’?”

Jack scrambled over to Asher, “Ash?!” Asher clutched his side with a groan, “‘m okay. Jack, you need to get out, I don't want Alicia to kill you,” He whimpered. “Come with me,” Jack whispered.

Asher grit his teeth as Rodger’s grip tightened. Suddenly there was a harsh knock on the front door. “Saved by the fucking knock,” Rodger growled, shoving Asher to the ground and storming off to answer it.

Asher looked up at him. He went to say something but was cut off by the clacking of Alicia’s high heels. “Hm. Cute,” Alicia remarked, voice nothing but cold. “Asher, step aside.” Jack took a few steps backwards. Asher tried to slowly sit up, “Well,” He grit through a clenched jaw, “Did you enjoy your rest, sleeping beauty?” He laughed.

Alicia let out a frustrated growl as she stomped the heel of her high heel down onto Asher’s hand, grinding it against his hand. Asher cursed and squirmed until the pressure was finally lifter. He clutched his hand to his chest as he rubbed the sore spot.

“I’m not in the mood for jokes,” She growled. Her piercing eyes met Jack who immediately started sobbing again. He crumped to his kneed, “Ma’am, I'm s-s-so sorry, pl-please forgive me!!!! I do-don't know wh-why-why I did i-i-it!!! I was s-so so bad, I'm sorry… please forgive me, I’ll do anything!!!!!”

Alicia gently traced along his cheek with her sharp, claw-like nail. Jak didn't flinch. Her finger came under his chin and she gently raised his head, forcing Jack’s eyes to meet her own. “You were bold.” None of her sweetness remained in her voice.

“I was! I-I’m s-so sorry! I was u-ungrateful and I-I-I-” Alicia placed her thumb over Jack’s lips to stop him from talking. Alicia clenched her jaw hard, feeling the ache of her teeth. “I’m so disappointed in you,” She growled, “You need to earn back all my trust. You need to earn back everything. Do you understand me?”

Jack sobbed and nodded quickly.

“Good, now get into the car, we’re going home.”

“That's it?” Rodger scoffed, making Alicia look at him, “Hm?”

“I mean, if it was Asher, I’d beat the bloody shit out of him for what he did.”

Asher clenched his jaw, trying to hide his anger.

“Oh trust me. He’s not getting away with it that easily. It's a slow process but he’ll learn. He’ll learn to realize that he is mine. And only mine.”

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bruhstories · 3 years

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switch

summary: you and yuji have been together for three years now, but on your anniversary night, you allow your own demons to come to the surface. pairing: ryomen sukuna x female!reader (itadori yuji x female!reader, too, i guess?) | aged up characters word count: 3.5k warning & content: cheating?? (is it cheating if it's technically the same body?), unprotected sex, creampie, slight dacryphillia, vaginal fingering, blackmail, reader is kind of an asshole? (can you blame her tho, sukuna is such a daddy ugh), bit of overstimulation, slight dumbification (if you squint)

a/n: i'm back, and i can tell my writing skill is getting rusty. i took a break and it's obvious with this fic, but i need to get my head back in the game. it is what it is.

Yuji was a great boyfriend. In all honesty, he was every woman and man's dream — funny, charming, attentive and, most importantly, caring. He cared about you so much that he always made sure to control his own personal demon. You knew about Sukuna, Yuji told you after a few dates, and you were well versed in Jujutsu Sorcery, enough to know that he was not someone you could mess with. But you didn't want to give up on Yuji, and stuck with him through thick and thin. After almost three years of the beautiful and fun relationship you two had, he asked you to move in with him since you were both adults now, and you gladly accepted, because after so much time, you came to love him, despite seeing Sukuna's outbursts during fights. That thing, that monster, was beyond terrifying, but you trusted Yuji with all your heart, and that was all that mattered.

Or maybe you were unhinged, maybe you wanted Sukuna to come to the surface. Maybe, deep down in your heart, you fell in love with the switch, with the raging, brutal frenzies that you happened to witness on the rare occasions when Yuji couldn’t control the King of Curses. Maybe you weren’t meant to be a Jujutsu Sorcerer, because, as opposed to your optimistic and good-natured boyfriend, you never hesitate to kill – human or curse. Sometimes it felt as if your curiosity surpassed your love for Yuji, and that was a horrendous thought. Surely, that can’t be the real you, right?

Today is your three-year anniversary, and naturally, you want to surprise your boyfriend, so when you come home from a mission, you stop by his favourite ramen restaurant, picking up something to eat, maybe even some dessert. You tiptoe inside when you notice Yuji napping on the couch, and after silently setting up the table, careful not to wake him up, you quickly change into something... nicer. Yuji doesn't really enjoy it when you show some skin, which sucks because you want him to show you off. Nevertheless, you respect him, but tonight is special, surely it wouldn't hurt if you wear a shorter skirt. And a low-cut blouse. And heels. Fuck it, you think, adding a pair of thigh high socks as well, maybe that would rile him up. As much as you loved him, Yuji was too gentle. You liked that about him, truly, but sometimes you just need him to give you a good fuck, which was impossible, no matter how much you begged him to do it. You watch your reflection in the mirror from head to toe, proud of your skimpy outfit, but you can't help but wonder if he might be upset at your choice of attire. Even if he prefers it when you're dressed in pastels, that's not you, the real you. "You look good enough to eat." Yuji's voice breaks your trance and you turn on your heels to look at him. He stands in the doorway of the bedroom, arms folded across his chest, but there's a strange aura around him, and you can't exactly see his face through the dim lights. "You like it?" Your ears perk up, happy that he's not bothered by the clothes. "I do. You should dress like that more often." He sneers, stepping closer to you. "Alright, what kind of prank are you pulling now, Yuji? You never liked these kinds of clothes." You lower your head, your luscious lips turning into a pout. His calloused fingertips grip your chin, turning your head to face the mirror, and that's when you see the black markings on his face. Fear paralyses your entire body, eyes widening in panic and anxiety. "He might not like them, but I do." His voice is lower than Yuji's, calm yet obscenely dangerous. "I- you-" The words get caught in your throat, and you can't take your eyes off of his reflection. You know for a fact there's absolutely nothing you can do to defend yourself from Sukuna without hurting Yuji, and that thought makes you feel incredibly small and downright pathetic. "Little lamb, do you have any idea how hard it's been for me to watch this ungrateful brat take you for granted?" His hand is still leaving imprints on your chin and cheek, the other travelling down your back. "To watch you lose yourself for him, of all people?" "You don't know me!" Lips open without a thought, and you regret every syllable that came out of your mouth. "Oh, but I do." Yuji, no, Sukuna sneers, that same hand that was once on your back is now on your abdomen, painstakingly slowly creeping under your blouse. "Everything he sees, I see. Everything he smells, I smell. What he hears, I hear. But I just couldn't touch what's mine. Until now." You feel him pinching your nipple, and you're ashamed to admit how good his skin feels against yours, his hot breath fanning over your nape. "'M not yours." You grit your teeth, manicured fingernails digging into the plush of your thighs to keep your composure. "There's one thing I can smell that he can't. Wanna know what that is, sweet dove?" He whispers in your ear, and it's dotting your skin with goosebumps. "Enlighten me." "Your arousal." "You're bluffing." Is all you manage to say before Sukuna spins you around, pinning you against the mirror. "Let's see, shall we? I bet you're dripping," he shoves one of your legs to the side with his knee, and you don't stop him, "I bet you you've fantasised about this, late at night, when this brat can't please you. He's well endowed, though, it's a shame he can't use his dick." "S-stop it, please. I love him." "Pardon me if I doubt that." "Please, sir..." Sir? How should you call him? Demon? Cursed spirit? Monster? "How about master?" Sukuna barks back, as if reading your mind sarcasm dripping

down his tongue. You can't stifle a moan when his teeth sink in the crook of your neck, and you know damn well that you want this, and that every word he uttered so far was correct. You have thought about Yuji switching with Sukuna, wondered how he would fuck you, make you chant his name, but you never told your boyfriend, you couldn't. It's sinful, disgraceful and disgusting. Instinctively, you grind up his thigh, tears of shame and lust pooling at your eyes when you slowly give in to the temptation. He's already bruised your skin, one hand toying with your tits, the other lifting your skirt up. It's too late to fight him, because you never wanted to fight him in the first place. You deepest, darkest wish is finally coming to life. "That's better." Sukuna licks his lips, and your half-lidded, glossy eyes land on his tongue. "Please, m-may I kiss you?" Eyes dart away, cheeks burning with desire and embarrassment. "How polite of you to ask." He coos at you mockingly, his face inching closer to yours before absolutely crushing your lips under his. You don't hesitate to partly open your mouth, allowing his tongue to slip between your lips. Fuck, he kisses you so good that your knees give in, and all you can think is that if he's such a good kisser, he's definitely going to fuck you dumb. And you want that more than anything. When he pulls away, you lick your lips, still tasting him on your tongue, and he tastes so much better than Yuji — sweet and addictive. "I really wanted to take my time with you, after all, I waited three long years for this. But you're such an eager little slut, aren't you?" "I'm n-not a slut-" You try to protest, but you can't fool him, especially not when he's pushing your panties to the side, fingers grazing over your slit. "You are a slut. You merely buried that side of you for a pathetic little boy who can't handle a real woman." Sukuna's index finger gently brushes against your clit, enough to have you weak and needy. "Don't worry, Y/N, you don't have to hide from me. You can show me what you really want." It hurts to know that Yuji probably sees and hears everything, that he will probably break up with you after this, but you're too far gone to care about his feelings when finally someone is paying attention to yours. Your hand travels up his thigh, palming his already hard cock, and the way he groans, throwing his head back is satisfying enough for you. It hurts to think that Yuji never appreciates this side of you, and it's more painful when you consider this to be cheating — it's still his body, technically, but it's not your loving boyfriend, and you're perfectly fine with that. He slips a finger between your folds, a quiet moan escaping your lips, and Sukuna knows you won't dare say no to him, or try to reason with him. He adds another finger, but he absolutely does not move them an inch, instead you automatically fuck yourself on his hand, gripping one of his shoulders for support. "That's a good whore." Sukuna praises you, tongue lapping at your collarbone, making you delirious with lust. "You want my cock? Want me to fuck your aching cunt?" It's impossible to refuse his proposition, instead you buck your hips, your fingers gripping his t-shirt and you know you might tear it if you keep this up. "Yes..." You answer him, voice soft and quiet. "Yes what?" "P-please... Yes, please!" "Much better. Get on the bed." Sukuna commands and you obey, skirt dangerously hiked up. You proceed to take it off, but he slaps your hands away, too impatient for such formalities. He did wait a long time for this, you understand that, and so you lay on your back, blouse unbuttoned, panties on the floor and legs wide open for him to take you. Oh, and he adores this sight, how you willingly give yourself to him, your dainty fingers spreading your juices around your cunt, eager to be filled. In those three years of being with Yuji, you got used to his cock, but seeing it now seems like it's the first time. Precum leaks from the blushing tip and your mouth begins to water just by looking at him, and

this pleases Sukuna greatly. "Tell me what you want." He climbs on top of you, hands resting next to you as your fingernails graze over his chest. "I don't wanna say it..." You avert your gaze, a crumb of dignity left in you because you know Yuji hears everything. "Oh, you don't?" He quirks a brow, brown irises bearing a hint of red. "Then you won't mind me killing the brat." This garners your attention, and you feel stupid because of course he would blackmail you. Do you care? No. Do you want Yuji to think you care? Yes. "Please don't hurt him." You look back at Sukuna, tears pricking your eyes. "Why shouldn't I? We both know he doesn't deserve you." "You're wrong, I love-" "This isn't about you loving him, it's about you renouncing your true nature." His hand finds its way on your neck, fingers wrapping around it. "How many times have you begged him to choke you and he refused? How many times did you ask him to fuck you harder and he said no? You're a filthy slut, Y/N, and it's time you got what you deserve." The lack of air has your pussy clenching around nothing, and you hate him so much for being right. Yuji could never give you what you want, but Sukuna can, and it's an opportunity you can't pass. "Now, I'll say this one last time — tell me what you want." He releases the grip on your neck. "Y-you! I want you to fuck me, please, fuck me good, make me yours!" The tears that roll down your cheeks ruin your makeup, mascara mixed with eyeshadow smeared under your eyes. The tip of his cock pushes past your folds, and inch by inch he bottoms out. It feels bigger than before, stretching you open in a beautiful blend of pain and pleasure, your lips forming an O as your eyes roll back. "He doesn't deserve your tears. But I do. Cry for me." Sukuna sneers, his broad frame hovering above you and you feel so small and vulnerable. Yet again you obey, allowing more salty droplets to run down your face as you wrap your legs around his waist, feeling him go deeper. "Fuck, 's big! Oh, god-" Sukuna's palm meets your cheek, a sharp, stinging pain bringing your eyes on him. "Focus, whore. Not god, not the brat, me." He grunts, hips rocking back and forth harder and faster. "Who do you belong to?" You don't want to say it, what would Yuji think of you? He's probably already disgusted, contemplating breaking up with you once he regains control of his body. Another slap pulls you out of your thoughts and you buck your hips against his. "Answer me." "I b-belong to you! You!" "That's right, you're mine. Don't worry your pretty head, little lamb, Yuji won't be coming back any time soon." He grunts with every thrust, and his reassurance is somewhat comforting, because, god, he fucks you so good, you would kill for another opportunity like this. His teeth sink into your shoulder, fingers bruising your skin and you're delighted that he's marking you. All that matters is that you're his, chanting his name over and over again, praying to your new god, and Sukuna is beyond pleased with his work of art. When he pulls out of you, you almost cry, because it feels like a part of you is missing, but he's a merciful god, he won't let his newly devoted subject famished. Flipping you over as if you're made of feathers, he thrusts back into your aching cunt, and you yelp at the feeling of being overpowered by him. Sukuna's stamina is off the charts, because while your legs begin to feel numb, he's fucking into you with such force and intensity that the damn bed slides on the floor. It's raw, the way he's defiling your cunt, and it's sending your brain into overdrive. Your spongy walls clench around his cock, and while he doesn't say anything, the simple fact that he's going deeper and harder makes you feel special. Squirming and thrashing under him, you're desperate for some form of validation, and so you lift your ass up, pushing it back against his hips with a delightful moan escaping your lips. Sukuna takes notice of your sudden change of posture, and the way you curve your spine to try and get a look at him is adorable. "You want something,

pet?" He barely spares you a glance, and his indifference makes your pussy flutter. Your incoherent sentence almost makes him laugh, words such as good and please distinguishable between the other stutters. "Use your fucking words." A slap over your firm ass makes you yelp and jolt up. "A-am I good enough f-for you?" The question takes him by surprise, but he doesn't stop to think. Instead, he digs his sharp talons into the plush of your hips, overjoyed by your eagerness to please him. "You could do better." Sukuna teases you, but you take it personally, sadness and determination coiling inside of your heart. By this point, you don't even remember your boyfriend's name, too high on pleasure to even care. "'M sorry! P-please, I wanna be good!" You throw your head back and he wraps an arm around your neck, pressing his chest against your back. "If you wanna make me happy, you best forget about Itadori." "W-who?" "Your– never mind." Sharp canines flashed in his smirk, Sukuna tilts your head enough for you to catch a glimpse of his eyes. They're dark and vicious, and any sane person would be repulsed by them, but not you. No, you drown in them, completely absorbed by the hatred hiding behind them. The more you stare into his orbs, the closer you are to your climax. And he knows it. "Fuck fuck fuck!" "That's right, little lamb, let go of all that is moral and human." "Don't stop- oh, god, please don't s-stop!" In your frenzy, in his frantic pace, Sukuna's close, too. It would have taken any other woman hours to please him due to his insatiable nature, but you — your cunt clenching around his cock for dear life milks him dry, and inch by inch he pulls out, watching the hot liquid dripping down your trembling thighs. Art, he thinks, this is what art is — your face buried in the pillows, ass up, and his seed spilling out of your sore cunt. You come down from your haze, slowly but surely, and the realisation of what just happened begins to hit you. You want to regret everything, to feel a shred of shame, but there isn't any left. After this night, Sukuna irrevocably owns you, and you wouldn't have it any other way. He lays on the bed, lazily watching you stumble in the bathroom to clean yourself up, but with his guard up in case you want to try anything stupid. Yet when you don't come back, Sukuna wonders if you ran away out the window, which makes him laugh to himself because he could find you anywhere if he wanted to. So, he drags his feet across the room, finding you on the edge of the bathtub, watching the water pool inside with a blank stare. When you feel his presence, you get up and tug at the hem of his shirt. The man flinches, until he remembers that you are harmless and exhausted, and you don't look like you even want to put up a fight, so he allows you to take his shirt off. "Is this for me?" He points at the tub, brow quirked and a mischievous smile on his lips. "Yes." "Are you gonna clean me up?" "Yes." You sigh, wondering if you truly ever loved Yuji, wondering why you didn't even try to fight for him. "Do you want your boyfriend back?" Oh, how you dreaded this question. You cringe at the words, and don't reply. Silence is also an answer, but he's cruel. "I need to hear it." "He will also hear it." Of course he will, that's the whole point of humiliation. Sukuna steps in the tub, dipping himself in the hot water, a hand extended towards you. "Join me." You hesitate to take his hand, lips pursed and eyes narrowed at the man who looks so serene that it amazes you how brutal he was before. "I won't ask again." Complying, and not wanting to anger him, you don't waste another moment to get in the tub, back against his chest. "Can I ask you a question?" "You just did, sweet dove." "Fine, I’ll shut up." "Now, now, don't give me that attitude, or else I'll have to put you in your place. And you won't like it." His nails are pressed onto your jugular, and you know those things can cut, your hips are still bleeding. "Ask away." He lets his hands fall on your shoulders and you exhale the breath that was caught in your

throat. "Why didn't you kill me? Why don't you kill me?" "I need a pet." "Oh." Your disappointment makes Sukuna burst into laughter. What did you expect? A confession of love? "Oh?" He mocks you, tracing circles on your skin with his talons. "Don't worry, I take good care of my pets. Especially if they're loyal and obedient." His hands travel down your body, one pulling your knee to the side, the other moving up your thigh. "You are loyal and obedient, yes?" "Please, no more-" The rest of the sentence dies before you can utter it when his fingers ghost over your swollen clit. "Answer me, Y/N." "I can't come again!" "You can, and you will, because I want you to. Now answer the fucking question." Sukuna toys with you, only pushing his index finger one knuckle deep between your folds before pulling it out, and somehow you can't feel the sharpness of his nails. "Will you serve and obey me, not once questioning my authority?" He pushes the finger back in, curling it upwards and you don't fail to clench your walls once more. "Oh, f-fuck, I will, I will! But please, I can't–" When he rubs your clit, you are done for. You didn't think you could reach another climax, but those circles he's rubbing with enough pressure to both give you pleasure and pain have you melting in his arms. "Swear it, then. Make a pact with me. I can give you anything in return, maybe even the brat." "I s-swear it, S-Sukuna! I swear my loyalty to you!" You hiss between your gritted teeth, hips rolling in synchronicity with his hand. "And in return, what do you want?" "I want you! Oh, god, I only want you!" "Clever girl." The man decides to give you what you want, and with a quickened pace, you squeeze your thighs together, coming undone on his fingers. "I'm going to enjoy your company." Embracing your true nature is your salvation, and damnation. Your boyfriend is never coming back, Sukuna simply won't allow it, and from this moment on, your memories of Yuji begin to fade away, like a bad dream, because you simply must serve your beloved master, your merciful and devastatingly powerful god. That's who you really are.

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Painkiller - 2

Here is the second part of Painkiller. Enjoy and let me know what you think!

You can find the first part here: Nashi's Masterlist

Pairing: Henry Cavill x OFC (Ella) Summary: Boy meets girl...in this Chapter they get to know each other a little better Warnings: Mentioning of body issues (slim OFC), smut in upcoming chapters but not yet Unbeta'ed. English is not my first language, so there might be mistakes/bad grammar/wrong spelling Credits: I took the pictures for the moodboard from Pinterest, for Katie I chose a pic of the lovely Nicola Coughlan. The "back pic" is from Pinterest too. If I violate any kind of copyright, please let me know.

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Here we go!

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Ping!

Ella froze when she heard the tone of her WhatsApp notifications. It was almost noon and though she'd never admit it, she'd been waiting to hear from Henry since the moment she'd opened her eyes in the morning. Hoping it was him, she took her phone and read the message.

Hello, Ella. This is Henry...the guy with the hard blow from the party last night.

Did he really think he had to remind her of who he was? That was damn cute.

I hope you're feeling better. I know I sound like a broken record but I can't say it often enough. I'm really, really sorry for hurting you.

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Hey Henry. Thanks for checking on me. I'm much better, no headache anymore. No harm done, so I can easily forgive you.

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He answered immediately.

That's a big relief! Has your brother already examined the bruise? Are you sure it's not a concussion and nothing's broken?

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Yes, Alex stopped by on his way to work. I'm fine, just have to take it slow for the rest of the weekend. That's it. It looks much worse than it actually is.

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Meaning I gave you a huge shiner?

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Yeah... It's quite impressive. Wanna see?

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Absolutely! Videocall?

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Sure!

Videocall! Ella didn't see that coming. She had planned to send him a selfie. Video Call...before she was able to get into a panic her phone rang and she touched the green button to take the call, her heart racing like crazy. Henry's ridiculously handsome face with the friendly blue eyes and this very pretty nose, appeared on the screen instantly. She smiled at him sheepishly, suddenly very aware of the fact that she looked like shit with her bruise, without any makeup and with uncombed hair.

"Gosh, Ella....that looks bad. I can't believe you didn't pass out after that hit." he said horrified and ashamed at the sight of her bruised eye. His beautiful deep voice sounded hollow through the speakers of her phone. "Yeah...I know. But I'm the youngest of four. I'm able to take a lot of knocks." She laughed. "I feel terrible about this." he said, sounding serious. "Please don't, Henry. It was an accident and I'm fine. I can cross off 'having a black eye' from my bucket list now. So I guess I have to thank you for this." She winked into the camera. Henry chuckled. "You're welcome. And to be honest...it suits you, the dark blue and violet match your beautiful green eyes perfectly and you're still incredibly pretty." "Oh...thanks." His words took her by surprise and she knew she was blushing which made her feel self-conscious. Her short answer to his compliment was followed by a long pause and Henry wondered if he had been too straightforward or too awkward. He wished he was just half as good at flirting as everyone considered him to be. "What about your back?" Ella said hastily to keep the conversation going. "My back is fine." "Really? You can be honest with me." "Really. I swear. Only a light red trace. It hardly hurts, it's really nothing serious. I can send you a back pic later." Henry grinned. Ella almost choked on the tea she was just sipping. Back pic - dick pic. The association hit her hard and of course she blushed like a shy wallflower. Again. It had always been like this. Her pale skin turned red for the most trivial reasons. Even at school when the teachers called on her she used to blush. And there was nothing she could do about it. She hated it. Coughing she gave Henry a funny look and he cursed internally for obviously making her feel uncomfortable with his stupid remark. Back pic, really, dumbass?

"Umm...yeah...why not. But maybe you still should put some ointment for burns on it." "Well...this is going to be a problem. I'm not that flexible. I doubt I can reach that area of my back and Kal won't be able to help." Henry replied, smiling. "Kal?" Ella was irritated. Who's Kal? His boyfriend? Oh my god. Is he gay? Am I making a complete fool of myself? "My dog. He's a clever boy but he can't do that." Henry laughed. "Oh. I see..." Ella let out a relieved snort. "Maybe your girlfriend can help you." She knew her attempt to find out if he was single was both obvious and pathetic. "I don't have a girlfriend." He said calmly, looking directly into the camera. "If I had, I wouldn't be chatting with you, clumsily trying to flirt, making you feel uncomfortable." He added with a shy, apologetic smile. Flirt? Ella was speechless for a moment. She started fiddling with her fingers, nervous all of the sudden. Good heavens...Henry Cavill is trying to flirt with me. "That's good to know. And you're not making me uncomfortable. On the contrary." she said softly, smiling back at him.

Henry didn't really know how to go on with the conversation but he didn't want their chat to end so soon either so he tried to change the subject. "That's an impressive pile of books there right behind you." "Yeah...when you take work home with you...you know how it is." Ella grinned, turning around, giving the book on top a gentle tap. "Work? What do you do for a living?" "My sister and I run a little bookstore-cafe." "What's that? A bookstore and a cafe at the same time?" "Yeah, exactly. Like an ordinary bookstore but we also sell coffee, tea, cake, muffins and sandwiches and stuff." "Wow, that's cool. Downtown London?" "No. On the outskirts. In Uxbridge." "Is that where you live?" "Yes, I live in the flat above the store. What about you? Notting Hill? Belgravia?" "Kensington." Henry said laughing. "Of course." she joined in with a smirk. "Must be nice living there. Quite fancy I guess. Tell me all about it." And that's what he did.

Their easy going and very funny chat was interrupted by a ring at Ella's door a few minutes later. Ella made a face, giving Henry an apologetic look. "That must be Katie, my sister. I told her what happened and she promised to supply me with some food. I hope for pizza and ice cream but I bet it's broth and fruits." She rolled her eyes. Henry's rumbling laugh echoed through the speakers. "Well, I better say good bye then, before her sisterly revenge hits me." A second and a third impatient ring. "Yeah. We better say goodbye. It was really good to talk to you Henry. Thanks for checking on me. And thanks for trying to flirt with me." She gave him a sweet wink and managed to blush only a little, her cheeks turning light pink. "You're welcome, Ella. It was my pleasure." "Bye." she said and the screen of his phone turned black.

It was my pleasure? What's wrong with you, Cavill? Henry asked himself after the end of the call. He let his head sink down on the table top of his desk. You're welcome? That really sounded smug as fuck. Not smooth, not witty....just smug and arrogant. Like he was doing her a favour by flirting with her. Your compensation for a huge black eye? Henry Cavill being socially awkward, trying to flirt clumsily for 15 minutes straight. Jackpot. You're welcome!

"I'm an idiot, Buddy." He said, sighing, turning to Kal. "I didn't even manage to ask her out on a date."

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When Ella opened the door her sister swept into the room with all the vigour that was so typical for her. With her 31 years of age Katie was only 14 months older than Ella and she was the exact opposite to her. Where Ella was tall and lean, Katie was short and voluptuous. Well, Katie herself called it fat but Ella had always considered her sisters curvy bodily features pretty and enviable. She had the boobs and the butt Ella had prayed for throughout her puberty. She'd waited in vain for some curves to grow. She hardly needed an A cup and her hips were anything but round. "Don't be ungrateful." her sister said whenever Ella raised the topic. "You can eat as much as you want without gaining weight, you don't need a bra and you'll never have saggy boobs. And your ass is crisp like an apple. I would kill for a body like yours." It was hard to see it that way for Ella, when she had been called a twig and worse throughout her schooldays. "You have to eat, Darling, if you ever want to find a husband. You're thin as a rake." her late grandmother used to say with a deep sigh whenever she saw her granddaughter. The problem was, Ella did eat. A lot actually, but she never gained weight, though she really wanted to. Her ex Craig used to call her Twiggy and she'd hated it.

"Why did it take you so long to open the door?" Katie asked, placing a big bag on the kitchen table, running a hand over her round belly. She was six months pregnant with her first child. She turned around with a worried look on her doll-like face, that was framed by wavy, blonde hair. Katie had the same big green eyes like her sister but her face was heart-shaped with a sweet little nose and plump lips. A stark contrast to Ella's oval features with the grecian nose and the wide mouth. "Are you really ok? Alex said you'll be fine but you look a little flushed." "No, no...I'm good. I was just on a video call with Henry when you ringed." "Henry Cavill, huh?" Katie wiggled her eyebrows. "Yes. Can you believe it?" Ella giggled, feeling like a schoolgirl. "Hardly. I mean, how did you -Isabella Marianne Jacobs- manage to get into a close combat with Superman. Literally." "I really don't know. I went to this party with Jax and I sit at the bar hoping to maybe catch a little glimpse of Geralt of Rivia and the next thing I know is I almost get knocked out and the guy who makes me see stars is Henry fucking Cavill in person."

Katie laughed out loud, shaking her head in disbelief. She started unpacking the bag, placing various boxes on the table. "I made you some broth and here are some apples and pears and some oat cookies." "Broth, Katie? Really? I'm not sick." "A nice, tasty vegetable broth is good for anything." "Yeah...sure." Ella made a face. "But I was hoping for some food for the nerves. Chocolate, crisps, ice cream and lasagna or pizza for example." "Why?" Katie grinned. "What's wrong with your nerves? Did your little chat with Henry shake you up?" "Very funny." "Why did he call you in the first place?" "He wanted to make sure I survived his punch. He's really a decent and nice man." "And the simple question if you're okay, left you so flushed?" Once again she was an open book to her big sister. "He flirted with me, Katie!" Ella blurted out, turning tomato red. "Oh my god. How? What did he say? Spill it."

Ella gave her sister a little summary of their conversation, including all the details. Katie was not only her sister, she was her best friend besides Jax and there was no need to leave something aside. "Awww...this is so romantic." "Romantic? I don't know...maybe he was just trying to make me feel better. He has a reputation to lose." Ella was sceptical. "Nonsense! If it was an act he would have been much smoother, don't you think? After all he's an actor. He knows how to pretend a flirt." "And you really think a man like him isn't a smooth flirt in real life?" "Well, he obviously is not. Even famous people can be shy or insecure, Ella." "Yeah, sure..." "Do you think he's really going to send you that....back pic?" Katie grinned. "I hope so." Ella answered sniggering. They kept talking about Henry for a full hour, giggling and laughing. Ella felt like a teenager again, drooling over her newest crush.

After her sister had left, Ella was sitting on her couch, eating her broth, thinking about Henry. Was it really possible that he was interested in her? And maybe even more important, was she seriously interested in him? Sure, he was incredibly handsome and attractive with an interesting personality. Of course it was flattering that he flirted with her and of course it boosted her ego. But what if he'd really ask her out. Would she say yes? Was she ready?

She hadn't dated anyone since she and Craig had decided to split up and go separate ways a year ago and she wasn't sure if she was okay with getting emotionally involved with somebody again.

A few months ago she had kind of a fling with Jackson's older brother Hunter. It was something she used to call friends with benefits, Hunter preferred the term fuck buddies, Jax called it booty calls. Whatever it was, it was strictly physical and it had come to an end when Hunter had to move to Berlin for a job. She was sad when he had to leave because the sex really had been great. He had shown her a side of physical love she'd never known before. Her sex life with Craig had been okay. Not more, not less. The usual stuff, mostly vanilla and it had been satisfying, she'd never asked for more. But Hunter was anything but Vanilla. He had awoken this naughty, dark side of Ella, taking her sexuality to the next level.

The sound of an incoming WhatsApp message interrupted her thoughts. She took her phone and saw it was a text from Henry. Her heart skipped a beat when she started reading.

Hey Ella, here's the promised piece of evidence.

Ella gasped when she saw the picture of Henry's bare back that was taken in front of a mirror. This man was built like a greek god. But he was right, there was only a light burn along his spine. A light red trace that didn't look too bad.

Thanks. Looks good. That's a relief.

Just seconds after she'd sent her answer her mobile rang. Henry. Now her heart started racing.

"Hello?" "Hey, it's Henry again." "Yeah, I know. Hi." Ella was glad it wasn't a video call this time because -of course- she was blushing again just for the sound of his voice. "What's up?" "Well, I just wanted to say how much I enjoyed our chat earlier. And I was thinking and wondering if you might want to talk to me again and if you maybe even want to see me again...all of me. Not only my back. And...yeah...what I'm trying to ask is if you would go out with me. On a date." "Um...yes...sure. That would be nice." Ella said without hesitation. Seemingly her brain had erased all doubts about dating someone from her mind successfully. "Really? Okay. Great! So what about dinner on Saturday? Gonna pick you up at seven?" "Saturday it is." Ella said. "Where do we go?" "What about Italian?" Henry suggested. "Oh yes. I love Italian food. There are a few good restaurants here in Uxbridge." Henry hesitated for a moment. "I'd rather take you to a place I know in Notting Hill. It's really nice and cosy." "Ok. Great. Do I have to dress up?" "Well it's not the Ritz. It's sophisticated but not too fancy. You're going to like it." "Good. I'm gonna text you my address."

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hazbbyhaz · 3 years

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sleepless || harry styles

six

pairing: Harry Styles x OC

synopsis: getting back into everyday life

disclaimer: slander of ones self, child abuse

I want to be with you, it is as simple and as complicated as that.

- charles bukowski

After finishing her tea, Avery told Harry that she was tired and made her exit. The way home had been cold and rainy, upon arriving back to her flat she realized that it wasn't much better. She walked into the kitchen in search of more tea. Coming up empty-handed, she decided to brew a pot of coffee. That would keep her awake, at least.

In the corner of her living room sat an old piano, she had bought it a couple of years prior at a flea market. The thing worn and very out of tune, but adorned with a wonderful message written in metallic silver sharpie. “Girls just wanna have fun.” she wandered over to it, taking a seat on the small bench, letting her fingers wander over the unfamiliar keys. She understood them just as much as she would a foreign language.

Her long, fragile fingers pressed down on the white stripes, the atrocious sound it makes sends a shiver down her spine. Closing the lid of the piano and setting her mug on top, she contemplated what else to do. The main goal was to stay awake, as it always was. Everything that she did from the moment she came home to the moment she went back to work was focused on just that. Anything she could do to take her mind off of that would happily suffice.

So, for the next half an hour she read a book, made another pot of coffee, sat down to compile a list for the grocery, started a bad french movie, drew several small doodles on her grocery list, and eventually made her way out to he balcony to see if her neighbor's cat was in sight.

At 1:30 am she went back inside due to the cold air. Once settled, she was greeted by a deafening silence. It isn't unfamiliar. All her nights went like this. She wasn't living her life, just waiting for the time to pass. Sometimes she would stand inside of her tiny bathroom, look into the mirror for a good while and take in her appearance. The bags under her eyes, the sunken face, and the slumped shoulders,

On rare occasions, she would fall asleep. This was almost always met with her waking up in a panic. Nonstop tears and shakes. Always alone. Always.

Tonight Avery was again standing in the bathroom. She thought about the party while she brushed her teeth. You were dumb. You were acting stupid and weird and everyone must have thought you were crazy. Everyone.

She opened her bedroom door, crawled underneath the sheets of her bed, and fell asleep with a racing heart.

“Mummy! I painted you something!” I exclaimed, running into the kitchen. The piece of paper in my wand-waving around like a flag. Mummy was standing there, her eyebrows knit together, and a stern expression on her face. That look alone made me stop in my tracks.

“What did I tell you, Avery? Huh?! What did I tell you!” She yells, looking down at me. I lower my gaze, hiding my paining behind my back.

“Not to run in the house.'' I whisper apologetically, looking anywhere but her. Mommy's hand connects with my cheek and I fall backward, the painting falling to the floor. Tears fill my eyes as she slaps me for a second time. “I’m sorry, Mommy… I didn't mean to make you mad”

She kneels in front of me, making sure that we are on a small level. I think that she might even want to hug me. Say that she is sorry and that she didn't mean to hit me, and ask if I am okay. As I step forward with outstretched arms she grabs my hair, pulling me closer. “You know what you are? An ungrateful brat. And that's all you will ever be.”

Avery shakes the whipped cream container for the second time, the disapproving gaze of the customer in front of her beyond prominent. At last, a bit of whipped cream topped the caramel frappuccino with cinnamon, almond milk, and sprinkles.

“That will make 3 pounds, please.”

The girl placed 3 pounds on the counter, took her coffee, and left without saying another word. She joined her boyfriend who was waiting patiently outside for her. As soon as the door closes, Avery lifts the curtain that leads to the back of the shop. “Tom! I think we're out of whipped cream!”

An annoyed grunt is the only answer she receives before Tom makes his way to the front of the shop. “Again? Maybe we should stop selling those damn frappuccinos.”

“Any new job offers?’” Avery asks, wiping her hands on one of the nearby dish towels. A look at the clock reminded her that her break would start in just a couple of minutes.

‘Not really,” Top sights, leaning against the counter, his gaze fixed on the big window, overlooking the street. “Maybe I should make the salary a bit higher, but I don't have that kind of money. It's hard enough for me to even pay you, but we really could use the extra help around here. I'm telling you, the very next person who puts in an application will get the job. You will get a bit of a break around here too. Do you think you could run out and get some more whipped cream? The next delivery doesn't come till Friday.” He reaches into his pocket, pulling out five pounds.

“Sure,” Avery is already on her way out of the shop. “I got it covered.” Tom gives her a thankful smile, putting the money back into his pocket.

“You're a real one, Avery.”

Avery was never very fond of receiving compliments. They always made her feel very uncomfortable and she never knew how to react to them. Genuine smiles or a grateful glance meant a lot more to her. It made her feel all warm and fuzzy. Words were too easy. Everyone could say something without meaning it.

She scurried across the street to the nearest Tesco to get three more containers of whipped cream. After paying and a highly uncomfortable small talk with the cashier, she made her way to her favorite bagel place. While making her way there, she decided that four things made her life bearable. Tea, the neighbor’s cat, genuine smiles, and bagels. There wasn't much more to it.

She went with her usual bagel order accompanied by a black tea, finding a nice spot towards the back of the shop to sit, the three containers of whipped cream sat close beside her. Her eyes ran over the pages of the book she had brought with her, but she just couldn't seem to concentrate. Her eyes simply just float past each word, not truly reading. The nightmare from last night was still at the forefront of her mind, weighing her down today. She regretted going to bed at all. It always bought this with it. You couldn't have one without the other.

“What's got you looking so miserable?” A voice suddenly asked. Avery jumped back, nearly losing her grip on the book. Harry stood looking down at her. His silhouette blocked the sunlight flowing in from a nearby window, so she couldn't quite make out his features. “I’m sorry, I didn't want to scare you.”

“It's okay,” She breathed out. “Hi, Harry.”

He smiled at her before placing the coffee in his hands, of which she hadn't noticed before, down on the table, taking a seat across from her. “You look tired.”

She always looked tired. He must have noticed. Everyone noticed. “You're very charming, you know that?”

“I get that quite a lot.” They sat in silence for a while, Harry sipping his coffee, occasionally settling his gaze on Avery. She completely gave up on trying to read her book and focused her attention on her bagel and tea. The afternoon sun lit up the shop, every table in front of them being illuminated in a warm glow.

Avery enjoyed the silence and Harry didn't seem to mind it either. She still didn't understand the stranger she had met and kept on meeting, but it was nice. It was different having a person around, like having a friend. “Do you wanna go out tonight?”

“What?”

“My friends and I are going out tonight and I thought you might want to accompany us,” Harry explained, his eyes not leaving her. He was worried. About what? She had no clue, but he wasn't very good at hiding it. Not at all.

“Wouldn't that make me even more tired?” Avery questioned, referring to his statement from earlier.

“I'll give you some energy.”

“How does that even work?”

“You will have to come to find out.” He smiled but it didn't quite reach his eyes. Avery agreed to go out with him and his friends, also agreeing to meet him at her flat. Avery left first, leaving Harry to sit a bit longer at the table. As she walked away, the warm glow of the sun hitting her face in the perfect way, Harry wasn't sure he had ever met someone more lonely.

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Inception - Chapter One

Description: As an omega, Hongjoong was always treated wrongly in his pack. So when he is forced to be with an alpha who wasn't his mate he runs away. With little to no idea on where to go. With a small hope of finding his mate.

Character: ATEEZ, EXO, THEBOYZ, etc

Pairing: Ateez x Hongjoong, Hongjoong centric

Warning: Mentions of blood, violence, etc

Hongjoong runs out of his pack territory in his wolf form, running inside the deep dark forest. Three alphas followed him, chasing him in their wolf form. All he knew was that he had to run. All his life after his parent's death, he was treated badly by his uncle who had took over the pack Hongjoong's father used to lead. As an omega Hongjoong was treated unfairly by others especially after his parents passed away. He was not allowed to run along with others, he was not allowed to go out to find his mate, he was treated like some toy by the alphas in his pack.

Earlier when Hongjoong found out that his uncle was set on marrying him off to an alpha name Lee Seungwoo he just knew that he had to run away. He didn't wanted to be tied down to someone who wasn't his mate. The thought had his inner wolf reeling back. The alphas growled as they bared their sharp cannies at him. They had been chasing him for a long time. Hongjoong wonders why they are even bothering to do so. It was not like he was a prized possession in the pack. Hongjoong feels it when he sets foot into another pack's territory. The way the whole atmosphere seem to change. His paws were aching. His whole body was aching. He snarled at the alpha who tried to leap over at him but missed to do so. He was about to collapse. After all he was an omega. His wolf form nor his human form was not made to run this. He had never ran this much in his entire life. He felt dizzy. He felt as if he would crumble down anytime like a broken clay figure.

Suddenly he gets pushed down on the ground making him whimper. One of the alpha who was chasing him was over him. Pinning his body down on the ground and snapping it's jaw at him. Hongjoong growled and snapped back trying to get away. The alpha growled as it bit down on his scruff. Hongjoong howled in pain as the skin breaks causing blood to flow out little by little, the fur around the bitten area covered in blood. The pain and exhaustion forced his body to change into his human form without his will. The three alphas also turned back into their human form.

"You ungrateful bitch. Trying to run away fron the pack. You are going to fucking die once we get you back to the pack." One of the alpha named Kim Namsoon said grabbing hongjoong's wrist roughly pulling him up. "N-no leave me. I hate you all. You all are monsters." Hongjoong cries out. The alpha had a tight grip around his wrist. He was sure a nasty bruise was going to appear later. Namsoon started to drag him back towards where they came from. "What do you think you are doing?" A voice spoke up from behind them making everyone stop in their tracks. Hongjoong looked back. Different scents hitting him all at once. All pleasant. If he was in a different circumstances Hongjoong is sure he would have purred contently at the scents.

His eyes flicker over seven alpha who stood there with a cold emotionless face. 'Mates.' his wold purred at the sights. Hongjoong's eyes widened. He had seven mates? Was that possible? Or was his wolf just losing its sense? He couldn't help the whine that came out as he tried to escape the alpha's grip. "Ah Park Seonghwa. Long time no see huh. I am sorry for coming into your territory uninvited. But this little bitch here tried to run away. And you see we couldn't let that happen. Especially when he had been promised to be married off to Seungwoo." The alpha spoke up not really caring about the situation.

The alpha, Seonghwa, looks at Hongjoong. Their eyes meeting. "I don't think he wants to go back." He says with a frown. "It doesn't really matter what he wants or not." Namsoon grumbles. "Well it matters when we are talking about my mate. Our mate." Seonghwa says barely holding himself back from ripping Namsoon and the other two alphas into pieces. "Your mate? Ha! You wouldn't want him. He is just a weak and useless omega." Namsoon scoffed.

Hongjoong noticed that Namsoon wasn't holding his wrist too tight at that moment. Distracted by the alpha Seonghwa. He took the advantage of it as he pushed Namsoon away, hard, causing the alpha to stumble back as he ran towards his seven alphas. A guy with blonde hair pulled Hongjoong close. His touch so gentle and soft Hongjoong felt like melting. "Get back here you bitch." Namsoon growled but Seonghwa steps up. "I am not letting you take our mate." He growls. His eyes flashing ocean blue making Namsoon back up a little. After all Park Seonghwa and his pack member was not something to be messed with. "You can't do this." Namsoon growled as he changed into his wolf form willing to fight. Seonghwa turns his head a bit. "Yeosang get him back to the pack house. Mingi go with Yeosang." He says.

The man with blonde hair who was holding Hongjoong nodded as he picked hongjoong up immediately. As if the omega weighed nothing as he ran towards what Hongjoong assumed were the pack house. Another tall alpha with a sharp feature followed him and Yeosang. Hongjoong hears a loud growl at the back making him whimper. He doesn't bother looking back to afraid to see what was going on. After a while of running they reached a large beautiful house which left Hongjoong in awe. The house looked large but gave off a cozy feeling. The tall alpha opened the door letting Yeosang walk in with Hongjoong in his arms. "Thanks Mingi." Yeosang mumbled. He sets Hongjoong down on the living room couch. "Mingi get my first aid kit and some clothes from wooyung's closet." Yeosang said. Mingi nodded walking upstairs.

"Hey are you in pain?" Yeosang asked Hongjoong in a soft tone. Hongjoong shooked his head 'no' looking a bit nervous. "You don't have to be nervous. We are not going to hurt you okay." Yeosang said in an assuring voice. Mingi came back down fast handing the first aid kit to yeosang. The older open it taking out some alcohol cotten swabs. "This is going to sting okay. Stay still. You can squeeze Mingi's hand if you want to." Yeosang says. Mingi quickly held Hongjoong's hands. His heart beating erratically. His wolf purring in satisfaction. Finally seeing and meeting its mate. Yeosang wiped the blood away from the area on his neck where he was bitten. Slowly dabbing the swab over the wound causing Hongjoong to flinch gripping on Mingi's hand. After he was done, Yeosang quickly put on a cream on the wound which was to avoid infection and scarring. "There done you are good." Yeosang says with a smile. Mingi then help Hongjoong get dressed up. A soft white shirt paired with some comfortable pants. "Will they be okay?" Hongjoong asks in a small voice looking around nervously.

Yeosang quickly understood that he was talking about Seonghwa and others who stayed back. "They will be back soon. Don't worry. They will come back. They can handle themselves. So what is your name?" Yeosang asked. "Kim Hongjoong." Hongjoong says shyly. "That's a cute name. I am Yeosang and this is Mingi. You must know Seonghwa already. And we will introduce others to you later okay. For now you should rest while I make something for you to eat." Yeosang says patting Hongjoong's head gently.

"Hey Mingi get him upstairs in your room. He needs some rest." Yeosang said. "Let's go up! I will show you something!" Mingi said in an excited voice. Hongjoong giggles at how cute Mingi looks. The taller picks him up without a warning making him yelp. "Mingi be careful you giant wolf." Yeosang screeched in fear that Mingi might drop Hongjoong. Mingi just stuck his tongue out mockingly as he ran upstairs leaving Yeosang to shake his head with a sigh.

Mingi leads Hongjoong into a room. A large bed was in the middle of the room. But what really caught Hongjoong's eyes were the beautiful and soft plushies and dolls on the bed. "This is San's room. He collects plushies. You like it?" Mingi asks excitedly. Hongjoong nods. "They are cute and pretty." He says in wonder. "Come on get on the bed you can cuddle the plushies! I am sure San won't mind." Mingi says giggling. Hongjoong hesitated a bit but gave in. Who could say 'no' to cute and soft plushies and a soft looking bed. Mingi sets him down on the bed, givibg hin a plushie. "This is Shiber! San's favorite." Mingi states. "You should sleep. You must be tired. Just shout if you need something okay." Mingi says as he turns around about to walk away.

"Don't go. Don't wanna be alone." Hongjoong's voice stops Mingi on his way. He turns back around looking at Hongjoong who was looking at him. "Can you... stay. Sleep with me. Please." Hongjoong says shyly. His cheeks turning pink. Mingi gives him a gummy bear smile. "If that is what you want." He says as he joined Hongjoong on the bed pulling the omega close to him. "I am happy to find you and others... I thought I will never find my mate." Hongjoong says suddenly as he laid his head on Mingi's chest. Hugging his alpha close. Scared that it was all just a dream. That he will wake up and he will be back to that digusting pack house.

Mingi hugs the omega closer. "I am glad you found us too. From now on we are here for you. You have us." he says. Hongjoong doesn't say anything. His body relaxes as he breathes in the calming scent of one of his mate. And soon he is out like a light bulb. Falling asleep fast. He will think about other things later. He just needs some sleep and some time to stay in his alpha's arms.

[Inception Masterlist]

Hello guys! I hope you all can support this book! I am so soft for Hongjoong and he is that one boy who can shipped with everyone in the group! I felt the need to write something like this! I am not that great but I am trying to write as good as I can.

Please don't forget to like and reblog this hehe. I will try to update again soon. Don't forget to stream Thanxx Or Inception MV. And vote for Ateez on voting apps. Love you all. Bye bye 💞💞

#ateez jongho #ateez wooyoung #ateez san #ateez yeosang #ateez mingi #ateez yunho #ateez seonghwa #ateez hongjoong #werewolf au #ateez werewolf au #ateez fluff #ateez angst #ateez fantasy au #ateez funny #ateez fanfic

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moonprincemulti · 4 years

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hngdgs, helo.Can I please have a Changlix (skz) + bottom binnie + angst with a happy ending + where binnie has a boyfie that verbally abuses him ( like, he insult bin, a lot but don't include that if you don't wanna)and Felix gets real upset and goes radio silent when he finds out bin has a boyfriend because the only reason he started talking to bin was because he liked him and wanted to get to know him better + have some love 💕

∘₊✧─ Words can Hurt or Heal ─✧₊∘

- 22 Aug 2020

- a request from the one who inspired me to do this akdjsk I'm nErVouS 😱

- I hope I did what you wanted, I hope I understood the request.. I kind of wrote half a book for you I think lol 🙈

- thanks for the love, have some love back! 💕💕

- trigger!warning for name calling, insults, curse words

Felix had had his eyes on a boy for quite some time now. They first met in a cafe, as both were studying there during exam time. Their daily schedules seemed to overlap right at that point, so day after day, Felix had watched the boy from a distance, until he eventually had enough courage to ask to join him. From that day forward, their study sessions were slightly less productive, but they both liked having company.

Felix always tried his best to be on time, and even made sure to alter his own schedule so that he could study with his new friend. Until now, Felix only knew the name, age and major of the other boy, and some of his likes and dislikes. For the rest, the boy was still a mysterious and quiet person.

But Felix was set on discovering more about his friend Changbin, wanting to get to know him better. Felix didn't want to admit, that all of this was because his heart made a little flutter everytime he saw Changbin smile, but he slowly had to accept the fact that he was developing a crush on him.

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Felix entered the cafe, his gaze immediately travelling to the usual spot. He hesitated slightly with walking over, seeing Changbin with another guy. The guy was looming over the smaller boy, and from his facial expression and body language, it was clear that something was wrong. Felix stayed in his spot, watching the male talk to Changbin. Was he scolding him? He didn't look friendly, and Felix hated how fake Changbin's smile looked.

As the male stood up straight, he said one last thing, making Felix ball his fists as he saw Changbin's reaction. Who was this male that dared to make Changbin's expression show hints of fear? Felix took a deep breath, trying to stay calm as the male walked past him, exiting the cafe. Felix glanced back, watching the male disappear in the street. He then walked over to Changbin, sitting down across of him.

"Hey. Who was that?" Changbin looked up, smiling slightly, trying to look unbothered. "Just a friend.. Nothing to worry about." Felix wanted to say something, but Changbin had already put some books on the table. "Let's start with mathematics this time. Get the hard things out of the way." Changbin looked at Felix, seeing his questioning expression. "It's nothing. Don't worry. Just a friend." Changbin tried to smile again, hoping to play it off right.

"You sure?" Felix raised an eyebrow, grabbing his books from his bags, without letting his eyes look away from Changbin. "Yes, I'm sure. Now, shall we start?" Felix nodded and opened his books. They started studying, helping eachother out with some equations or incomprehensible scribbles from their teachers. Felix noticed Changbin's focus was different than usual, but he decided to just let it go. He didn't want to break Changbin's trust, so he hoped that this was something they could maybe talk about later.

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As they finished their study session, they both grabbed a coffee to go before stepping out of the cafe. Felix made a joke, at which Changbin laughed loudly. He had seemed to forgotten about the situation earlier, and Felix was glad to be able to make him smile genuinly again. Unfortunately, Changbin's smile disappeared quickly as someone called out to him. "Hey fattie!"

Changbin stopped walking, and Felix could literally see the extreme change in Chagbin's expression. Felix stopped as well, looking around to see who called out to them. Felix wasn't surprised as he saw the male from earlier walking in their direction. "Who told you to study so long? Huh, you big fat nerd." The male smiled at Changbin, as if his words hadn't been any kind of insult. Changbin smiled back fakely, chuckling softly. "Nobody but.. I just want to pass my exams."

Felix watched the male wrap one arm around Changbin's smaller frame, and Changbin seemed uncomfortable. Felix cleared his throat and took a deep breath. "Well, hello to you too. I think we haven't met before." Felix looked at the male with a stern expression. "Yes, indeed we haven't. Who are you again? Were you hanging out with this little know-it-all?" Felix nodded, disliking the way the male spoke about Changbin.

"Yes, I did. We study together every day. I'm Felix. And.. who are you?" The male chuckled and smiled, looking at Changbin. "You didn't tell him about me? Oh you idiot, did you forget? I thought you were smarter than that." The male then looked at Felix with a cocky smile. "I'm his boyfriend ofcourse. Who else should I be?" Felix blinked a few times, perplexed at this information. This rude male was Changbin's partner?

Changbin took a deep breath and looked at the taller male, nudging him softly. "Let's just go. You wanted to take me out for dinner tonight, right?" "Yes indeed. If you behave yourself this time. I don't want to see that childish behaviour again, understood?" Changbin nodded, fakely smiling again. "Yeah. No more childish behaviour."

Felix felt his blood boil at the way the two interacted. You couldn't call this a healthy relationship... "See you, Felix." Changbin waved at Felix, Felix smiling and waving back. "Come on you idiot. Let's go for dinner." With that, Changbin's boyfriend spun him around, harshly pulling him along. Felix watched them walk off, astounded at how Changbin let the taller male rule over him like that. He sighed and looked down, feeling a stinging pain in his chest. Maybe Changbin was happy like this..

Days passed by, and soon weeks passed by, Changbin being disappointed as Felix didn't show up to their study sessions anymore. On one side he was sad to have lost a friend, but on the other side it meant he wouldn't have to hide his bruises and pain. Changbin tried to figure out why Felix had gone radio silent like this. Was it because of his boyfriend? His boyfriend meant it well, right? Those names were just for fun, even if they might hurt Changbin. It was all just a joke.. right?

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One evening, Changbin and his boyfriend went out to watch a movie. Changbin was excited, bouncing happily as they waited for their tickets. He felt a hit from his boyfriend against his arm, and he felt a stare that told him to be quiet and act normal. Changbin quickly dropped his happiness and stood there, silent and without moving, until the arm around his waist guided him towards the snack counter. Changbin looked at all the snacks available, but the harsh squeeze in his side let him know that he could only get what his boyfriend chose for him.

As they sat down in their seats, Changbin sighed slightly. He regretted this action almost immediately, as he heard a disapproving sound from his partner. "What now? I take you to the movies and buy you snacks and you're still upset? Geez, you're such an ungrateful bitch." "No no, I didn't mean it like that." Changbin looked at his partner, who just shook his head in disappointment. Changbin looked down and grabbed his phone, searching through his contacts. He glanced sideways to see if he wasn't watched, before sending Felix a text.

'Felix.. can you please meet me outside of the cinema? I'm sorry for everything. I don't want this anymore..'

Changbin quickly sent the text, putting his phone away as the movie started. He looked at the screen, letting his partner hand him some popcorn before trying to enjoy the movie. But the words kept coming back in his mind. Idiot.. fattie.. ungrateful bitch.. Changbin balled his fist, the scrunching sound of crushed popcorn being loud enough to be heard by his partner. Changbin flinched, but before his boyfriend could even begin to say anything, Changbin had ran out of the room.

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Changbin was in tears as he sat down on the steps in front of the cinema. He hid his face in his hands, his whole body trembling from fear. He hated standing up against his partner like this, as he knew what the result would be. He would get scolded, maybe even punished. Changbin let out a sound of straight up fear, his watery eyes looking around for a place to hide. He hadn't noticed the figure running towards him, wiping his tears to try and see better.

Changbin flinched as he felt two arms wrap around him, but was quickly soothed by a familiar voice. "Shh.. it's okay. It's me. It's Felix." Changbin whimpered softly, hiding his face in Felix's shoulder. Felix stroked over Changbin's back, looking around for Changbin's partner. What the hell did that guy do now to make Changbin this upset? Felix saw the door of the cinema open, the tall male walking out. "Yah! You bitch! You can't just run away like that!"

Changbin made himself even smaller in Felix's embrace. Felix took a deep breath and glared at the male. "What did you call him? Do you think it's normal to keep calling him names like that?!" The male looked at Felix, furious at them. "Get away from him you filthy foreigner! I'm his boyfriend. He should listen to me." Felix gasped and let go of Changbin, standing in front of him protectively. "You called me a what?" "A filthy foreigner! Now get out of the way." "Never."

Felix blocked an attempt of the taller male to push him away. The male huffed and glared at Felix. "What are you gonna do? Steal him? Go ahead! You won't be his boyfriend." "As if you are such a good boyfriend. Do you see what you're doing to him?" "Oh come on, he's just a crybaby about this stuff." Felix crossed his arms. "No, your toxic behaviour is striking fear into his very soul. Get away from him or I'll call the cops." "You won't do that.”

Felix smirked and grabbed his phone, ready to call the emergency number. He saw a hint of surprise and disbelief in the taller male. "Wha- No no. Just, forget it. Just run away, Changbin. I'll find you again. You'll pay for this." Changbin was still sobbing, leaning against Felix's legs. Felix raised his phone to his ear, the taller male freaking out more. "Stop! Stop already geez! I'm gone!" The male began walking off. "See, I'm gone. You can stop calling now."

Felix watched the male disappear back into the cinema, putting his phone back in his pocket. He knelt down next to Changbin, stroking over his head. "He's gone. He won't hurt you anymore." Changbin looked at Felix, sniffling as the tears kept coming. Felix smiled gently at him, wiping away the tears from his cheeks with his thumbs. "Come on, let's go for a walk. It might help you calm down."

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Changbin held Felix's hand as they walked through the dim-lit streets. He wasn't scared anymore, not even this late at night. He squeezed softly in Felix's hand, having calmed down a lot. "Thank you, Felix." "You're welcome. I actually wanted to confront him the first time I saw him but.." Felix looked at Changbin. "I didn't want to assume anything. I thought you might be happy with him but.. I totally understand that you ran away like that."

Changbin smiled and nodded. "It took some courage but.. I'm glad you came. I thought you would never respond to my text.." "Well.. I did. It may have been just two sentences, but I somehow felt your fear." Felix nodded and took a deep breath. "Should I uhm.. do you live with him? You can sleep over-" "Did you have a crush on me?"

Felix was taken aback by the sudden question, gulping softly. "Uhm..well.." "That's why you stopped coming. Because you didn't want to hurt yourself." Changbin looked at Felix. "Do you still have that crush? You don't think I'm fat or childish?" Felix stopped and turned to Changbin, cupping his face. "No. You are you. I don't have anything to say about that. I.. yeah I have a crush on you. I've had it since the moment I first saw you." Felix smiled and chuckled. "Why do you think I joined you that day?"

Changbin looked into Felix's eyes, a blush spreading over his cheeks. "You... really?" "Yes really." Felix blushed as well, averting his eyes for a moment. "I like you, and I'd love to get to know you better. But.. after this all, I also understand if you want some time alone." Changbin bit his lip and put his hands around Felix's waist. "I might not be ready for a new boyfriend yet.. but a good friend is always welcome in my opinion."

Felix and Changbin both smiled brightly, Felix pulling Changbin into a tight hug. Changbin nuzzled into Felix, Felix stroking over Changbin's back. He closed his eyes, letting this moment be special. "You're my friend..and maybe even more. I will never call you names or rule over you." "Thank you. I.. I.. I don't know what to say." "You don't have to say anything." Felix chuckled softly, pressing a soft kiss to Changbin's head. "Just enjoy this moment."

Changbin made a soft sound, smiling genuinly. He took in Felix's body warmth and listened to the faint sound of his heartbeat, feeling safe in Felix's embrace. Felix held Changbin close, swearing to himself to protect Changbin from any bad thing in the world.

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•Alpah's Fire•

•Rachel Fawn Hunter The Alpha's Daughter•

Full Name: Rachel Fawn Hunter.

Age: 17.

Wolf: black alpha wolf - half phoenix.

Zodiac: leo.

Parent's names: Blake James Hunter & Angelina Marie Hunter.

Nationality: american.

Sexuality: bisexual.

Children: Alice & Jacob Hunter.

Brothers: Namjoon, Yoongi, Hoseok, Jimin, Jungkook, Jin and Taehyung.

Abilities: combat and fire.

Spouse: Samuel Winchester Adler.

Living: Los Angeles.

Personality/described: loyal, faithful, self confidence, brave, troubled, crazy, rebellious, protective, violent, full of wisdom, a fighter, warrior, low self esteem, supportive, insecure, worries easily for her people, a joker, adorable, a natural beauty, easily hides her emotions, a good person, caring, funny, loving, a good sister/mother, honest, flirty.

Nicknames: wolfie/dog - huntress - blondie - bitch/whore - the alpha's daughter - kid/kiddo - girl on fire - faithful companion - lone wolf - queen of assholes/queen of the world - woman of the world - eagle-eye - buttercup - girlfriend - bulldog - beautiful - lioness - butterface - fawn - Mom.

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"Your insane!"

"Yeah, that's the best part!"

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"Alright Negan.."

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"Bye bye, amigos!"

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"You better watch your mouth there, girly."

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"Oh yeah, you think your funny?"

"I think I'm adorable."

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"What're you talking about? My taste in music is better than yours!"

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"Come on! Think your Nathan Drake!"

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"Go to hell.."

"Been there- actually! Me and lucifer get along!"

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"Here, stick your dick on those blades and see what happens!"

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"Hate me for who I am, I don't care."

"Love your haters -they're your biggest fans!"

"The only way to succeed is to make people hate you."

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"I care, only for my brothers. Nobody else."

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"Que te jodan." - Go screw yourself in Spanish.

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"Who do you put first?"

"My brothers."

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"If you ever hurt my boys, I will mess you up."

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"I know.. I know In a terrible sister- I wanted to protect you from them even myself.. I- I care you so much. I hope you know that.."

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"You boys are still the same."

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"I'm with someone- oh hey! That's him! Hey brother!"

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"We all have parts that scare us."

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"I'm still learning to love myself.. it's hard.."

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"I'm so proud of you, boys."

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"No one puts me first!"

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"I don't care what happens to me, I never really have. But I do care about what happens to my brothers."

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"If anything happens to my brothers, I will tear you apart and rip you're heart out.."

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"I've hurted the people I love and I mess things up easily. I try to make things right, nobody knew what I went through making me the way I am.. sometimes I wish I could be a better person like I was before."

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"My parents got killed right in front of my eyes at age of eight, got adopted at the age of 14- I grew up with my brothers trying to make me a better person, they loved me no matter what. A fire started and but me and my brothers survived.. our parents. They died making me leave my brothers behind. He wanted me to suffer because of what my biological parents did terrible.. so, he wanted me to go through what he went through.. great, isn't it? Losing every one you loved and cared for just leave you?"

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"She's the Alpha's daughter; she spits fire. Gets aggressive like a hungry wolf, her heart is cold as ice as she plays people's heads like a deck of cards with her gun next to her. But.. the more you know her and be on her side the most- then she'll treat you like a sister or a mother would do like she is with her older brothers- she's just.. been through some dark times in the past and its better not to question her, I'm warning you. Only her brothers and her trusted pack know not strangers.. but.. she has a soft spot for you.. you must remind her of someone she loved so much."

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"I would see her playing her guitar in the balcony every night when the stars come out and she'll just stare at them while playing. I would see one her brother's sitting next to her and sing a song with the guitar then.. I'll see her warm smile like we never seen her smile so like that; its always been a grin or a smirk."

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"She's a lone wolf; we call her that everytime she comes here at this bar. Sometimes with her brothers, she's a smart and loyal kid. I just hope she'll won't be like her parents when she grows up.."

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"She's a Phoenix, she'd rised before and she'll rise again!"

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"She was a sweet and innocent girl back then, she's still is but she intends to hide it."

"Why?"

"She's scared of losing people who are close to her, she's lost both of her parents, her friends and almost her brothers. She's doesn't want to lose anyone she cares about."

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"She may be a strong, confident and independent woman, but deep down; she's broken and fragile. She's been through hell and back."

"Yet, she's still walking. You didn't break her darling, you don't own that kind of power she holds."

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"She likes you.."

"How do you know she does?"

"I don't know, its just the way she looks you? I've never seen her look at anyone like that."

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"I uhh, y-you're really strong.."

"Thank you very much."

"Yeah, can you.. let go of my neck please?"

"Crap! Sorry!"

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"Sam..."

"You ok, Rache? What's wrong?"

"I.. I think I'm pregnant.."

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"Guys, before you kill Sam. It was technically my fault.."

"Rache, it wasn't."

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"If you lay a finger on her, you and you're friends are dead."

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"I had great dream; I was in my wedding dress with my aunt and uncle crying of joy when they saw it.. and Alice in a beautiful tiny glittery blue dress. Then, I walked down the aisle with my brother's as we cried.. then.. I saw Sam in that suit he was dying to wear someday.. god, it was good dream. I kinda wished I didn't wake up from it."

"That sounds like a great dream."

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“Be loyal to what matters.”

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“Vengeance is an idiot's game.”

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"Just do one thing or the other, don't try to be two people at once.."

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"We can’t change what's done, we can only move on."

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"You're the only one of these fools that I trust,"

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"Look, I wanna die. Besides, those sons of bitches don't look that tough,"

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"Come on out Magnus! At least die like a man!"

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"Aside from my Samuel, you're the best man I know, I know the company you keep, the competition ain't too fierce,"

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"I ain't afraid of dyin'."

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"Nobody's taking nothing from me ever again."

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“I know self defense and I will shove my Louboutins so far up your ass.”

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“You know I can charm the pants off of anyone.”

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“I run this town."

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"She gets everything she wants and she doesn't care what she hurts in the process!"

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"I can't believe how rich she is, now I know why people think she is a little selfish."

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“You can date whoever you wanna date. Not Samuel.”

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“You wanna gaslight me? I’ll set the gasoline on fire.”

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“I am sick and tired of being used by miserably ungrateful men.”

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“Look, the fantasy where you’re smart, funny, and appealing to women only exists on your laptop.”

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“How many men do I need to say this to? I don’t need your protection!”

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"Where's my goddamn brothers?! Where are they? They took them didn't they? They took my brothers!"

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"Let go of me, you bitch!"

"You grabbed first!"

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"It's alright miss, you'll be okay. We'll take care of you. We're not bad people."

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