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highvern · 8 months

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Teach Me II

or private tutoring

Pairing: Lee Dokyeom (Seokmin) x fem!reader

Genre: smut, humor, college au, frat!svt

Warnings: inexperience!dk, experienced!reader, mentions of previous drug use (weed) , oral (m. & f. receiving), cum swallowing, spitting, fingering, making out, strength kink bc he's hot, minor overstim at the end but he's just enthusiastic, fwb, this chapter is pure smut, spreading my DK is a munch agenda

Length: ~3.5k

Note: literally a doozy to write but its done, I have part 3-5 outlined so hopefully they go quicker, lemme know what yall think!

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Tuesday Night Approx. 10:02 PM, DK’s bedroom

Dokyeom has come to the conclusion he’s hallucinating. The hot wet suckle of your mouth against the head of his cock, one hand jerking him in time with the motions of your head while the other gently cups his balls is just too good to be true. The view he’s witnessing is even more proof he’s gone certifiably insane.

You’re knelt between his spread legs at the edge of the bed, shoulders framed by his knees. At some point Dokyeom fell back on his elbows, granting you as much room as possible to do whatever you want as he stares down his body at you. The rhythmic bobbing of your head hypnotizes him, forcing him to fight demons against the urge to wrap a hand in your hair so he has a better view of your mouth working his cock. He thanks himself for having the foresight to at least ask you to take your top off this time, allowing him the pleasure to view the long muscles along your spine flexing, only obstructed by the band of your bra.

You’re the goddess of his dick and Dokyeom is an avid worshiper.

The first and only time he received head involved too much weed (both of them), teeth (hers), and tears (his) for him to enjoy any of it. It had been so unpleasurable he had avoided doing anything since in fear of repeating the experience.

You, however, make him regret not finding you on campus sooner. The genuine enthusiasm and enjoyment that radiates off you as you play with him has an orgasm tumbling towards him faster than he wants. When Dokyeom tries to inform you, hoping you’ll find a way to help him hold off, gasping your name and a broken “I’m gonna;” you respond with a delighted hum and work him harder.

“Holy shiii—,” he whines as you give a particularly harsh suck as he slides further in your mouth, tip nudging the back of your throat softly. A moan of your own shooting pleasurable snaps down his wrecked nerves.

He’s done for when your eyes peek open and find his.

Every muscle in his body clenches, his hips bucking up into your mouth despite his effort to remain grounded. Ears filled with the sound of his blood rushing, eyes squeezed tight. He knows he’s blabbering whatever praises have sat on the tip of his tongue since you started between deep desperate groans, but Dokyeom can’t hear a single thing. All he can focus on is how his cum shoots into your waiting mouth as you continue pumping him till his balls are empty.

You swallow his load with ease, popping off his dick to allow your tongue to dart and catch the dribble at the corner of your lips. If that’s how good it's gonna be everytime, Dokyeom is afraid he might fall in love with you from a simple blowjob.

“Good?” You ask with a cheeriness that seems a little out of place given that you’ve sucked his soul out.

Dokyeom’s brain function borders non-existent so he just grunts an affirmation from where he’s crashed on the sheets of his bed, tossing an arm over his eyes as he comes back to earth.

Your giggling has him cracking open his eyes lazily to find you resting your chin on his muscular thigh, smile wide, dangerously close to his softened cock.

“Are you the dick whisperer or?”

More giggles answer him. You think it's cute how clearly spent he is, not bothering to hide how you affect him, no bullshit bravado some other guys try to pull.

“Flattery will get you everywhere.” You coo.

“Well that was the best blowjob I’ve ever had.”

“My only competition is a girl from two years ago, but I’ll take it.”

You hop up next to him on the bed, lying parallel to his body as a comfortable silence settles between you. His eyes follow the steady rise and fall of your chest, gaze locked on how your boobs push against the thin fabric of your bra. Dokyeom just makes out the edges on what must be your stiff nipples poking through the cup. It makes him salivate.

“Can I try?”

“Try what?” You ask, turning your head to look at his face.

Dokyeom rolls over, propping himself up on an elbow to loom over you. His nose traces your jaw, unable to keep his hand from moving across the plane of your belly, thumb burning against bare skin as it dips below the elastic waistband of your leggings.

“Wanna eat you out.”

The gentle kiss he places under your ear is answered with stuttering breath and a subtle nod.

“Should I,” he swallows thickly. “How should I start?”

“Kissing is good.”

His lips leave a trail of gentle pecks across your cheek to your mouth. When your mouths meet, twin sighs leave your noses. You weren’t lying to him when you told him he was a good kisser.

The hand that was tracing the hollow of your hip moves up to your jaw, caressing your cheek and allowing Dokyeom to move your head where he wants it. He tilts your chin up, dragging the tip of his tongue against your plush lower lip. Your mouth opens slightly, allowing wet muscles to meet tentatively.

The vibration of your moan against his lips has his head dipping away.

“Good?”

You mutter a breathless “yes” into his mouth, missing his touch immediately. Your hands plant on the sides of his face, dragging him back in.

You both continue lazily, content in the way your lips meet and hands memorize the other's features. But Dokyeom longs to learn the ins and outs of your body, hoping he can make you feel at least a fraction of the pleasure you've gifted him twice now.

When he tries to disconnect your lips this time, you chase him. Pulling him back in with a maddening drag of teeth, followed by the dull sting of your nails against his shoulder. Your free hand moves his from your jaw down to your chest, giving him an encouraging squeeze to start playing with you.

Hesitating, his large palm gently fondles your breast, thumbing the edge of the lacy fabric hiding you from view. He isn’t doing much other than letting the weight of it settle in his hand. When you break away your gaze to watch his reaction, Dokyeom’s face is set in determination.

“You can do more.”

At your permission he gives a gentle squeeze, it’s sweet but not what you need.

“Like this.”

Gently brushing him away, you flip the cup of your bra down to expose yourself to the chill of the air. Dokyeom eyes follow with rapt attention, hypnotized by the swell of your chest and the contrasting skin. He stares as you grab his hand again, moving it back to cup your breast. From the gaps between his fingers, ribbons of your flesh are still visible. When the calloused side of his thumb rolls across your nipple this time, you shudder.

“If you want,” you gasp, “you can use your mouth.”

That was all he needed to dive for your chest. Immediately opening his mouth to cover your areola, sucking with too much enthusiasm.

“Wait!” You wince, shoulders caving inward at the zap of discomfort.

Dokyeom jumps back like he’s burnt, terrified expression blooming on his features.

“It’s okay! But you need to build up to it, ya know?”

“Like how?”

“Kiss my neck, keep using your hands. But make me want it first and it’ll feel a lot better.”

“Make you…want it? But can’t I just give it to you?”

“Think of it like…” you rack your brain, but when the flex of his biceps catch your eye you continue. “when you workout! You need to warm up first or you’ll get hurt, right?”

“Yeah?” he questions, still unsure.

“So you gotta warm me up first. Just start gently and then… you can get a little rougher.”

“Okay, okay.” He mutters to himself. “Gentle then rough, make you want it. Got it.”

He moves his face back to your chest, rubbing his lips across the smooth skin at the hollow of your throat. Letting his tongue dip out, Dokyeom etches a scorching path along the dips and curves of your chest. He tentatively covers your bare breast with his hand again, squeezing gently while his thumb catches your sensitive nub.

“Much better,” you sigh dreamily, entranced by the featherlight touches he’s teasing along your skin.

“Can I take your bra off?”

His question is barely intelligible since he mutters it into your skin, around his tongue hanging out of his mouth.

Without a word, you arch up and move your hands behind your back. One day he’ll insist you teach him to take it off himself but right now he zeros in on the way you’re pushing into his mouth as the fabric falls limp around your chest, exposing more soft skin for him to explore. You shuck the offending garment off your body, and toss it over the side of his bed.

Completely bare from the waist up under him, Dokyeom props himself up to catalog the masterpiece that is you. Hair spread across his sheets beneath you, a few rogue tendrils twist below your chin and tickle your neck. Eyes hooded lowly, pupils blown wide. There's a faint blush spreading across your cheeks and down your front, making your skin glow mesmerizingly; and your lips, bruised and swollen, are parted around your shallow pants.

Yeah, he can definitely get used to seeing you like this.

“What?”

“You’re just… wow.”

“Wow?”

“You’re half naked in my bed after destroying my dick, please be nice to me.”

You respond with a shy smile as you drag him back in. He leaves more kisses across your face and down your chin before getting back to work.

Experimenting, Dokyeom finds your tit. His teeth graze against the puckered bud sucked into his mouth, nipping it gently before laving his tongue across the sore flesh soothingly. He’s rewarded with an agonizing grind of your hips against his thigh, savoring the scalding heat of your pussy through the thin fabric separating you.

“Again.” You tell him.

So he does.

He memorizes every dreamy sigh, satisfied moan, and sobbed hiccup released from your mouth. He also memorizes exactly what he does to deserve them. You like when he darts the tip of his tongue out to guide himself from one area to the next. Huffing when he blows a cool stream of air on the wet trail, giving rise to a litter of goosebumps. If he scratches his teeth on the more sensitive skin of your nipples or underside of your breast, you’ll hiss a sharp breath and twist your fist in the sheets beside you, back arching for more. If he plays with both of your nipples simultaneously, engulfing one between his lips and lapping with his tongue while his hand pinches and pulls the other, you’ll tremble in his hold and cry his name hoarsely.

He really likes that one.

“Good?”

You’d think he was teasing if it wasn’t for the trickle of insecurity that seeps into his voice.

“Great,” you praise, eyes shut against the pleasure you’re receiving. “You should take my pants off.”

“Really?”

“Want you to see how wet you made me.”

He chokes on his own saliva, coughing against you.

“Are you okay?”

His eyes are watering and his face is red as he catches his breath.

“Oh my god!” Your eyes go wide with worry.

When he finally calms himself, he pins you with a stern look.

“You can’t just,” he huffs. “say stuff like that.”

“Like what? That you’re making me horny?”

“Exactly like that! God, I think I’m gonna pass out.”

“So you don’t wanna hear how much I want you to fuck me?” You whisper in his ear, lips dragging against the sensitive shell of his ear.

“No,” he swallows, your words decimating his brain and all common sense. “I do, I just, fuck.”

The last word he groans in response to you stuffing his hand between your spread thighs. The crotch of your leggings are soaked, clinging to the lips of your pussy thanks to your previous movement against his leg.

“Can you feel it?” You pant in his ear. “How wet I am for you?”

The dirty words strike a cord. He did this; his kisses and caresses teased so much of your arousal of you that it’s leaking through your panties, past your leggings to soak his fingers.

Eyes drifting shut to focus on the slick coating his palm, Dokyeom lets his hand dip lower to push against where he thinks your clit is. The pads of his finger ghosting a tight circle of the digit at the top of your mound. His chest threatens to burst with pride when your hips stutter into his palm.

“Please,” you whimper.

It breaks his heart to remove his hand but he aims to make up for it by stripping off your pants in a rush. Dokyeom nearly rips the material apart when it catches around your thighs but he uses his strength to lift your hips, pushing them down your legs and off you like he has a personal vendetta against them. Your underwear comes off as well, tossed over his shoulder next to your forgotten bra and shirt.

Dokyeom lies between your splayed legs, chest flat with the bed as his hands hook under your knees and push your legs up to spread you before him. Your inner thighs are glistening, smeared with your own arousal that leaks from your cunt, lips swollen and flushed, clit peeking out from under your mound. A wet spot darkens the fabric of his sheets below you, increasing in size as your entrance squeezes around nothing. His nose is full of your heady scent, mouth watering for a taste.

He dives in while his brain sings his new life motto: gentle then rough, make you want it. Gentle then rough, make you want it.

Using his knowledge of what worked well on your chest, he blows a cool breath against your hot center. Dokyeom watches as you mewl above him, head falling back as your spine arches. Barely there kisses tease the sensitive skin of your thigh next to his head, punctuated by sharp nips of teeth leaving bruises blooming bright red in their path.

Dropping his hands from your knees but leaving your legs on his shoulder, he uses his thumbs to spread you apart, granting him unobstructed access to your most sensitive parts. He feels like a pervert; a voyeur, staring in awe at the prettiest pussy he’s ever seen. He knows he’s only seen one in real life (yours) but no one else’s will ever compare.

Once Dokyeom has taken his fill, and you’re at your wits end above him, he uses the tip of his tongue to score a path from your dripping hole to your clit; moaning at the taste covering his tongue.

“More!” you whine from above, voice thick want.

“You said to make you want it.” He rasps, face still buried between your legs, mapping every ridge and dip.

“I do!”

“Let me play with it.”

Dokyeom signs his requests with a firm lick to your clit against the flat of his tongue.

“Ahh!” You croak, convulsing from the sudden simulation. One hand flying to his hair to keep him in place.

Dokyeom is all too happy to continue, lapping indecently at your pussy. In his opinion, feeling your essence coat his chin and cheeks as he works you is almost as satisfying as having his cock in your mouth. Seeing you get off above him clicks why you were so enthusiastic when the roles were reversed. He could live and die eating your pussy without complaint.

The rush of pleasure has your thighs attempting to crush his skull. When he pulls your legs apart brutishly you arch again, turned on at the thought of him using his muscles to pin you down and leave you at his mercy. He folds you in half easily, hands pushing the back of your thighs up and out his way.

Since his hands are occupied with pinning your legs in place, one of you attempts to assist him. The hand not fisted in his hair shoots to your pussy, spreading your lips for him and directing him to your clit. Dokyeom doesn’t hesitate to tease your nub framed between your fingers. The occasional brush of his drenched lips or pointed tongue against your hand makes your head fuzzy.

Dokyeom feels you snatch one of his hands away from your leg, pulling it to your face. You suck two of his slender fingers into your mouth, moaning when they press down on your tongue causing you to drool around them. Dokyeom opens his eyes to gape at the vulgar display, hips twitching against the bed when your eyes meet his.

Holy shit.

He’s torn between wanting to stretch you open around the digits you're currently lapping at and letting you continue, imagining it's his cock between your lips. Fortunately for you he doesn’t ponder his choice for too long. Pulling his hand away, his eyes stay trained on yours as he reaches under his own chin to circle your hole. The mix of saliva and the juices of your pussy let him slide in easy enough, silky inner muscles eager to pull him deeper.

“Spit on it,” you beg, eyes glassy.

He swallows harshly. If he was capable of any thought other than how sexy you are, he’d kick himself for how he let your first time together play out. Virginity be damned, he could have cum from this alone.

Dokyeom is more than willing to give you whatever you desire so he pulls away just enough to spit harshly on your clit, watching the bead race to where his fingers spread you, allowing it to disappear inside the rim of your entrance as he pumps his arm. He fumbles to reattach his mouth to your clit, lashing against the nerves as he stuffs you full; desperate to have you come on his face.

You're a moaning mess above him, hair matted to your sweaty forehead, hands threatening to rip the sheets apart as you fist them.

“Give me another one,” you instruct, immediately granted your wish.

All you can do is gawk at Dokyeom below you as he brings you to your end with embarrassing speed. Every muscle in your body is pulled taunt, threatening to break any second as tears fill your vision. Your orgasm right there but just out of reach. But when you catch the way Dokyeom is humping against the bed, you snap. You don’t care that his roommate might still be home as you throw your head back with a sob, tears spilling down your face as endorphins blaze through your veins. Your mind is incinerated, vision filled fuzzy with fireworks. You can’t breathe as you gush into his mouth, thighs locked around his head and threatening to suffocate him.

To his credit, Dokyeom doesn’t stop despite the way you thrash below his mouth. If anything, his efforts increase, only encouraged by your shaky moans and shaker thighs. He snags both your ankles in one palm, stretching your legs up and over his head as far as can before pushing them back into your chest to twist you in a V. You get impossible tighter with the shift as he continues to stuff your clenching entrance while he licks your clit, a mess of spit and arousal pooling between your cheeks. You have to pull him away by his hair, interrupted several times by him diving back in to suck up your juices, fingers pushing more and more out of you to drip down his wrist. When you whine and tell him it's too much he finally relents with a gentle kiss and one last thrust before releasing your legs and resting his cheek on your thigh.

You both lay there in silence, panting against one another. Dokyeom kisses back up to your face, dropping sweet pecks to the tops of your thighs, across your hip bones to your belly button where he lets his nose trace up to your sternum and finally to your chin. When you open your eyes you find him staring at you sleepily.

“Hi,” he says, voice thick.

“Hi,” you smile.

He dips to press one last kiss to your lips before pulling you into his arms, pillowing your head on his bicep and brushing his other hand through your tangled hair. He ignores the way his sticky cock throbs against his leg, focusing on caring for you rather than himself.

“Good?” He mumbles against your forehead, lips resting on your hairline.

“I think you’re lying about never having done that before.”

“Scouts honor, you’re the first.”

“Honored. Glad our first tutoring session was so successful.”

First? He thinks.

“There’ll be more?”

“Well, yeah,” you whisper, suddenly bashful in case he’s no longer interested.

“Sweeeeeet!” he whoops.

You roll your eyes at his boyish response but feel yourself smile anyway. If he can learn to fuck you as well as he eats you out then you’re in for a ride.

#svthub #lee seokmin #lee seokmin x reader #svt x reader #seventeen fanfic #svt #dokyeom #seokmin x reader #seokmin smut #dokyeom x reader #dokyeom smut #🫡 highvern

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aliceinborderlandsquidgame · 1 year

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Banda Sunato x Reader - Kinks HCs

Notes: DARK - Dub-con/non-con - Kinks - Subtle Yandere (or full yandere)- NSFW -

♤ Knife play

Banda loves to cut you and mark you as his. He changes between being sadistic, cutting you till you cry and beg him to stop. And cutting you just a bit to draw blood. Either way he will lick the blood that the cuts leaves. He will suck the blood off like a vampire and crabe his name on your skin.

♤ Fear play

Will turn off the lights off and chace you around the house/aparment. He will give you a few minutes to hide and then go and find you. While he searches for you he starts to think on what will do to you once he finds you. Sometimes he fakes not being able to find you so you get a bit confident, then he jumps over you degrading you for trusting so easily.

In early games will play the innocent act and call for you, saying things like "its not funny I cant find you" or "im scared of the dark, plesse come out".

♤ Dom/Sub

Will talk down to you calling your names, hitting you and blindfoold you. He will then bite you and touch you randomly. He is alwyas the DOM dont even think on asking him to be a SUB he will punish you in his own ways.

With him the acts you two do during dom/sub are not always of your liking but Banda does not care about what you like or dont like.

They include having you tied up, being blindoff (so he can bring his knife without you noticing it, he gets off by your suprise face when you feel the cold metal). Yes he will hit you but more like slap you on your face or ass, he will do it till there is a mark. He also likes to spit in your mouth.

♤ Erotic humiliation

He will call you names as slut/dum doll/stupid as he fucks into you. Will mock you for getting wet/hard by his touches (more if you get aroused by his knife).

He will make you beg for him, for his cum or for him to let you cum. He finds this extremely cute.

♤ Watching you

GOD LORD. He will get hard just by watching you, it does not matter if its consensual or if he is stalking you.

He will get off by thinking on what he would do to you.

Sometimes he will make you masturbate so he can watch, wont break eye contact but will command you on what to do.

Dont be suprised if you find cameras in your shower/bedroom/aparment, he likes to keep his eyes on you all the time (more if he is stalking you).

♤ Dub-con play

He will ping you down to the floor or bed and kiss you hard. Will bite your lower lips then move to your neck. When he sees you are losing up he will let your hands go and touch you everywhere he wants. If he feels like this need more action he will let you run/fight back, but it ends with you under him (again) and him mocking your stupid attemps to get free from him.

♤ Public sex

This man does not care if someone notices he will touch your pussy/stroke your dick over your clothes till you are begging him to stop but suprise he will not.

#alice in borderland #chishiya #aib imagine #aib imagines #banda sunato x reader #banda sunato #alice in borderland x reader

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charlieisdecaying · 2 months

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learning a lesson ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

cw. non con, misogyny, violence, leon being a creep, kidnapping, baby trapping…

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Leon hates feminist bitches like you. Short hair, baggy clothes, annoyingly outspoken ect.. Whores like you just need to be dicked down. He can see it too, all teary and wet, he’d make you thank him for it, for setting you straight. And cause he’s such a good guy he decides to, it was so fucking easy, like you were expecting it or some shit. He bets you fantasized about it, dumb whores like you always want strong guys like him. He watches your chest heave rhythmically. He’d followed you from work, and well, no ones susceptible to a good ole chloroform soaked rag.

He’s had enough of waiting, he drags your unconscious body to his bed, taking little care in stripping you. fuck, he’d hoped you be shaved bare, but what did he actually expect? its fine…as his live in bitch you’ll have plenty of time to be…re-educated. dryer then fucking sandpaper..he observes with his hands holding apart each thigh. tch once your eyelids start fluttering, that grogginess turning into unabashed horror he has to pounce on you, pinning you down from trying to slaw his eyes out. “hey! hey get the fuck off me! get off!” oh he thinks youre so cute, thinking you have any fucking leverage here? naked on his bed about to get raped? he twitches, he knows you felt it, because you give him a look of disgust that makes his heart flutter. “be good and ill let you go” he whispers, putting painful pressure on your wrists, he smiles when he feels you relax, already assuming natural bottom bitch position, you look so pretty, teary eyed, quivering bottom lip.

“atta girl” he murmurs in the crook of your neck, kissing sweetly down to the middle of your tits, he grabs a handful from each side, tweaking your nipples, pinching meanly, he cant help it, he wants to see you fucking sob. sensitive little thing you are, a bit of kissing and some heavy petting and youre reduced to a little puddle under him. “getting wet for me baby? for your rapist? needed this bad huh? just some dick, right baby? , didnt ‘cha, dont worry, leons gonna take care of ya” he asks patronizingly fucking pervert “please dont, please, im begging, ill do anything—“ your pleas fall on deaf ears cause leons holding your thighs spread and shoving his fat cock in you, it hurts, the stretch, you think you’ll puke.

Desperation settles into your bones, squirming, and trying to kick your legs out, and push him away. he doesnt like that one bit, he slaps you across the face hard, so hard it leaves a red imprint of his hand. “listen here you fucking cunt, this pussy is the only thing you’ve got going for you, dont make me put a bullet in your stupid fucking head” he growls, and your blood runs cold, and when you sob your cunt tightens around him and he bits his lip. “mhm” he grunts settling himself back between your thighs, feeding your cunt his dick, painful inch after inch, he doesnt stop till hes balls deep, tossing his head back and groaning. he starts moving immediately, his balls rapping against your ass. “so tight baby, all for me right? sucha good girl, fuck, so wet baby you like it rough dont you huh? dirty girl, your secrets safe with me” he pants gleaming over you like hes not raping you, like this is a consummation, like its your honeymoon.

He hooks his hands under your thighs bringing them up behind your head. you’ve officially become bitched. he reaches impossibly deep “leon, leon!” you hiccup between sobs, hes so fucking deep you feel him in your throat, he knows it must be painful, but girls are made for this, you can take it, his good girl. “you can take it, made for this baby, made for taking my fat cock up your cute little cunt” he groans, his lips catching yours, slobbering over you like an over excited dog, spit drips down his chin.

You bite down on his lip, hard enough to draw blood “FUCK!” he curses, he cums so hard, eyes rolling back into his skull, toes curling and his balls twitching against your ass…who knew..what a masochist. “you fucking bitch” he grunts post nut clarity of emptying his balls, he punches you, his fist connecting against the side of your face so hard it makes you forget where you are. “mmph dont worry baby…you have plenty of time to learn how a good little girl should behave” he says, doing an almost comical personality change. “we’re gonna be together for a long time” he says carressing the sides of your stomach…right…he came in you..raw.

“gonna be the prettiest mama” he hums laying on your chest, smiling up at you with a disgusting grin. ♡

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy smut

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deadduvznap · 3 months

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Wait you do Harry Potter? Hell yea dawg I'll request that shit

Ron x dom Male Reader

Maybe reader is a slytherin, and doesn't take kindly to the golden trio or wtv

Anyways they're alone, room of requirements or sum. Que the non con, knife/blood play (would they use knives if they had magic?? Idk), and sadism

I have no clue how to send the hard ask thingies lmao my brain does not work very well

-💫 anon :D

(Pronouns are he/him btw for future reference)

as always FEMALE ALIGNING DNI !!!!!!

my requests are currently closed but ill write a lil blurb for you ml kisses kisses

okay okay yesss i think that you dont like the golden trio that much not because they are gryffindors but probably because smth happened w harry (hes a bitch i dont like him 🗣️ )and then romance between ron and hermione but you like ron but you cant say anything blah blah blah but one day ur in the room of requirement because probably you saw ron and hermione talking and it rlly hit you so you wander round the halls till you find the room of requirement and its a nice little cozy library for you with a little fireplace and couches and you just go and sit and sob for a little but then you hear the door creak open you stiffen up and stop making any noise and peek round the corner or ur big chair and you see ron peeking his head in lookin confused and he sees you and he walks in hes like oh hey ive never seen this room before this is pretty cool and ur just quiet on the chair staring into the fire and ron is walking over to the other couch and he plops down and he keeps and keeps talking and ur just getting more irritated w him and he cant tell and ur staring at him ur eyes are puffy and ur arms are crossed over urself and one hand on ur wand and ron finally looks at you and he tilts his head looking so cute btw and hes like hey whats wrong and you dont say anything then you hit him w the petrificus totalus curse (the full body binding curse) and his limbs snap together and he slumps over the chair like a 2x4 leaning on it. you walk up to him ur like you talk too much and okay lets say ur a half blood (somehow) so you stay strapped up w a pocket knife at all times (even tho you dont need it) and you can see the fear in his eyes as you get closer to him and you can hear the noises in his throat as hes panicking trying to get away from you and you use ur wand to rope his limbs up (the incarcerous spell) and shove a cloth in his mouth prob like idk smth random you have idk and then you undo the curse and he immedietly tries to run away and cry but since the rope has him binded so tightly his arms behind his back and his ankles together you push him to sit down and pull his robes off as he struggles and cries trying to get away from you so you take ur little (5 inch) pocket knife and hold it to his neck and tell him to stop fucking moving or ull cut off his fingers sorry guys im feeling very torturous rn and hes full got tears running down his face soaking into his cloth gag and you bend him over the side his hips pressed against the arm rest of the couch chair thing and press his face into the actual seat and bend his back as much as possible btw so it hurts more and hes thrashing around cus it hurts and he doesnt want this he doesnt like you he likes hermione he just needed to destress after getting into an argument w the other two and now? now hes getting raped by someone he (thinks he) hates and then he feels something pressing against his asshole and guess what its ur dick bout to absolutely rawdog him no lube no condom no prep just some spit maybe so it doesnt hurt you or dare i say his own blood as the lube? you put ur dick against his asshole and he starts squirming his eyes squinty and trying to get away from you and so you take ur knife and press against his lower back and tell him i told you not to move around like a little bitch and you stick the knife into his back and he screams cus it hurts so bad hes shoving his face into the couch harder and hes crying trying to get away but the more he wiggles the deeper the knife goes in and that hurts more and you pull the little knife out and gather some blood with ur hand and use that as lube before it clots up and when that happens you just get more blood if hes about to pass out you use a spell to heal that wound and stab him somewhere else and get more blood by the time you cum hes about to pass out from the pain and hes absolutely covered in blood its dripping down his back from his lower back to his head and all over his arms and the couch is soaked with blood and his hair is a red ginger mess with clots of blood hes almost breathing in blood through the cloth gag

(sorry was at block text limit) through his mouth if you pull out and cum on his back it literally just mixes with the blood he passes out and you leave him there bound in rope and gagged over the edge of the couch covered in clotted and dried blood

#yall need to understand how all over the place i am #while im writing all of my asks #atlas speaks #ik i said a short blurb oops #anyways i hope you like this #lovely 💫 anon #hard askers <3 #here are the askers <3 #ron weasley x reader #ron weasley x male reader #ron weasley x male reader smut #ron weasley x reader smut #ron weasley smut #cw noncon #cw non non

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legostars · 3 months

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DOGDAY X IDOL SINGER READER

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Note from Author: I made a different Au now. The reader will be a female Idol singer and dogday as a McDonald's worker who's a big fan of idol singer reader. This au may include some blood,gore Or lore and emotional stuff. And I may include some of the smiling critters because, duh! Everyone deserves love! And, this au is where the humans and toys live in peace together! But anyways! ENJOY THIS AU MY LITTLE LEGO STARS!(⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠³⁠˘⁠)⁠♥

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"Everyone!! I finally got a ticket to Y/N's! Concert!!" Dogday shouted as he ran over to his friends at the park. "Congrats, dude! About time for you too!" Kickin congratulates dogday as they high five together. "Guys! It means! That we all are going together! Isn't that amazing!" Bobby cheered happily as she held craftycorn's hand as she screamed happily, craftycorn just watched her jump up and down getting all excited. Picky piggy still has food in her mouth as she also congratulates dogday. "Wowie, dogday! Congwats!" She continued munching on her food. Catnap just sleeps on a tree and bubba just following the others to congratulate dogday. "Well, since we are all going to Y/N's concert. We should get ready, the concert starts at 7:00 Pm." Bubba said as he closed his book and everyone agreed with bubba.

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(Time skip bc I'm lazy :P)

It was finally time for Y/n's concert to start! Everyone was all there! Dogday was getting all shaking from excitement because he finally could see his idol perform in a concert for the first time. (He gets busy at work in McDonald's)

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" Ladies! And! Gentlemen's! Let's hear our lovely idol sing! And here is! Y/N!!" The crowds went screaming and wild as I came out. I waved at them and gave them a smile of my own, they screamed and calling out my name. "Hello! My adorable fans! Are you all excited? Then let's do it to it!" Dogday jumps up and down and waved both of his arms to get y/n notice him. His friends are trying to calm him down. "Dogday! You're gonna hurt yourself dude!" KC tried to keep him down but dogday's energetic movements keeps him away from doing to. "I'm sorry,KC. But,I want to get her attention.." dogday sighed as he started calm down.

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There the concert started and I sing to my beloved fans as I enjoy seeing there smiles, it's took 2 hours for me to finish seeing but seeing those smiles... Was worth it. I waved as wiped my sweat, till I noticed someone jumping and waving his hands or paws up and down. I chuckled as I hold my mic up. "The orange dog with a orange jacket, Hello! I can see you!" Dogday stopped jumping and then shouted as loud as he can. "I love you, Y/N!!! I'm a big fan!!" He was happy that he finally got your attention. Seeing his happy face, I couldn't help but smile at him. "I love you too!" I gave him a wink. Dogday froze in place as his face began to turn red. He covered his face with his ears as for his friends watched him get flustered as they giggled. "Its such a joyful concert with you all! Seeing your happy faces made me get up! But! I promise you all that I will find a time to set up another concert! For now, Goodbye and be safe! My little stars!" I waved goodbye as I walk towards the side of the stage. There I met my assistant. "You did well out there, Y/n!" "Thanks Jennifer!" I drank a bottle of water as I sat down on a chair. "Tho... That orange dog.. was kinda cute.."

Jennifer turned her head in surprise before putting a mischievous grin. "Oh? Is the idol star have a crush?" The way she grinned mischievously got my attention as I spit my water out. "Wh-what? No I don't! Just! Get back to work!" Jennifer snorts as she went back to her work, meanwhile I was blushing hard. What is this feeling? Am I sick? Am I dying? Am I... In love!? (Duh, ofc!)

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Three days had passed since the concert. Dogday couldn't shake the fact of his idol just noticed him and yet winks at him, his face began to turn red and burn from this. He rolled around his bed covering his face as he blushed. "Why is Y/N so cute!! The way she winked at me... AHH! She's stuck in my head!" He blushed more every time he thinks about her. He kept rolling around his bed still embarrassed, he has been like this for three days. He couldn't quite focus on his work.. he always zones out thinking about her.

"Maybe.. a walk won't hurt.. since today is my day off. And maybe I would stop thinking about her.." he got from his bed put on his jacket and went off to take a walk. He walked through the side walks till someone bumped into him making them both fell on their butts. "Oh! I-i'm sorry, I wasn't looking and- " Dogday froze as he look at the girl, it was her! His idol! Y/N. "No,no,no.. I'm sorry I wasn't paying attention." I look up and recognise him. "Wait.. aren't you the orange dog who tried to get my attention from my concert?" Dogday frozen. It's really her! She's here! "I- Uh-"

"Can you please help me!! I'm trying to hide away from my fans!" Dogday snapped back to reality and pulled Y/N through an alleyway. "What are you-" "Shh..." He covered my mouth as my fans just runs to a different way, shouting my name. And at that time, I could feel my face burning and getting all red as he covered my mouth. But god, he's so tall like around 8ft tall. I look up at him and my heart skipped a beat as I saw his serious face. "Okay, I think there gone... Are you okay, angel?" Dogday looks down at me, wait did he.. did he called me angel? My cheeks feels like a red tomato but I kept my cool. "U-uh, yeah.. I'm fine, thanks.. by the way." I smiled at him. Dogday couldn't help but feel his heart was going to explode. "Oh! U-uh i-its my pleasure!" Dogday laughs sheepishly as he could feel himself sweating. Dogday tries to look at her, but her cute face was looking up to him, and he realised he's.. touching her. "U-uh.." "Are you alright? You're face is all red.." i asked him. Then he froze in place, he took a deep breath and calms down. "Um, yeah.. I'm fine. Just, I can't believe I met my idol." "Oh? Well, what's your name?" Dogday took a step back giving her some space. "I-i'm dogday!" He was getting nervous again but he tries to keep his cool. "Well, nice to meet you, dogday. If you don't mind.. can I hide in your place?" Dogday froze again. "I- Uh- sure!" Dogday you goof! You invited your idol to your apartment!? I can't survive in my place with her. But, she needs my help.. "Well, Let's go to my apartment then... And w-we should be careful to not get caught by your fans." "Yeah.. and sorry for asking about that.. heh.."

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(Time skip, bc Idk how to make them get to dogday's apartment)

At dogday's apartment, there Y/N sitting on the couch with dogday. But, it was.. awkward. "So, um.. dogday.. about what happened at the concert three days ago..." Dogday froze and began to get nervous as she brought this up. I noticed dogday was getting all nervous and uncomfortable, so I changed the subject. "Oh! Uh.. what I mean is, um.. what do you think about my concert? Was it good?" "What I think about your concert? Well... It was fun actually even with your friends.. seeing them go wild and get all fun, was wholesome.. and seeing you get all excited on the stage.. made me feel happy to see you smile.. your beautiful, like an angel.." my eyes widened and I could feel my heart was beating fast. How can someone has such kind words to say that to you? You could feel your cheeks blushing slightly, you looked away for a second before turning back to him. "That's awful sweet of you... Your kind words, was.. beautiful. But, did you just call me angel?" Dogday freezes and realized about what he said. "I-i-i'm sorry of its weird!" I laughed seeing him get all flustered. Dogday's eyes widened seeing you laugh Infront of him, he couldn't help but smile. "Is it okay.. for me to call you angel?" He asked. "Of course! I don't mind.. especially from a big fan of mine." Dogday smiled, he then noticed some of your hair covering your face. He moved the hair out of your face with his paws or hands idk. He then smiled. "Oh, um.. thank you." "Your welcome, angel." I smiled and gave him a scratch on his head and his tail began to wag. "How cute! Oh! Um.. you won't mind if I stay here for a while? I don't feel like it to go back at my house." dogday smiled as he chuckles. "I don't mind, angel." "Thanks dogday.."

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Note from Author: My cousin made me do this. But it was surprisingly good. But I might continue this, for now. I hate school, and they don't allow home schools, just great. Anyways I hope you enjoyed it, and If you do give me a like from this! Goodbye! My Lego stars!

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PART 2?

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yan-bts · 2 years

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Little one (jjk X reader)

👁‍🗨Part -5👁‍🗨

For disclaimer and part -1 , please refer to ⚜️part -1⚜️

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Going to school was a student's prior responsibility, how can a place so holy can be contaminated by students like jungkook . Your thoughts wandered as you say on the bus to go to school . You were having a mental stroke after what happened last night . Thinking about the possibilities to disappear from your life . Making way to escape as you were really coward little girl as jungkook already described you always.

Maybe it's you who was contaminating the environment cause jungkook is the best child and he is only one to make school's reputation high above the air. On the other hand you were the loser . Is it so much humiliating when a child is not good at studies , don't he or she deserves respect . What was your fault , just not grasping the concepts. Still you were being forced to be deprived of love , praise and respect .

Your eyes were blurry and heart was heavy more than it was . All the negative thoughts of you being a loser and different types of tensions came to your mind . Even the future depression . If you won't be able to escape your family then your mental health would be a ruptured feeling . No longer would you feel any better and living like a dead in a living body . And the only way to escape was studies . You felt so down that you didn't noticed someone sitting next to you on the bus.

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“You have the audacity to tell him about Charlie you bitch”.Your sister roared like a tiger. You can see her blood boiling . It's been few minutes after you were awake and jungkook left . She already started spitting her anger on you . “Sister p-pls don't b-blame m-me , I d-dont know a-anything . T-trust me”. “Huh trust on you , do I have constipation or what that I would trust a stuttering bitch like you”. Words , it was not wrong when they said words are more hurtful than slap. And on top of it you can't even believe your sister whom you spent so many years together can be involved in such an explicit activity and that too with your father's friend.

“Why ?”Only these words manage to escape your mouth . While she looked at you crying pathetically. “Pathetic , listen here you coward , let's make a deal , your secret about jungkook is with me and my secret about Charlie is with you , if both won't speak then mom won't know about it Understand loser ?!”. “I-its not li-like you t-think , ju-jungkook i-is not” . “Shut up hoe , do I look like a fool who can’t understand you and his secret study sessions,just keep it a secret you bitch and tell your jungkook too to keep it a secret”.

“I-”.You were interpreted by the door opening sound . “What's happening here ?”. Your mom was standing with a question mark on the face . “Momma y/n again crying over studies” .Your sister lied to protect herself . You couldn't say anything you were afraid to the core and wanted to just hung your head in shame . “Y/N you won't get anything from crying you lazy girl . You have to study ,Go”.With that you accepted your fate and nodded .

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You were shivering by now . The pervert you were always afraid of sat next to you . Your time is not going well since past few days and you couldn't do anything about it . You were feeling so disgusted sitting next to him . You can feel his eyes lingering your chest all the way down to your small skirt . You felt that the skirt is going smaller and smaller by now . “Hey beautiful , How you doing”. You ignored him as you should . Next you knew he placed a hand on your thighs and came closer to ask you again . You flinched and feeling more scared by now .

You ignored him once again and tried to remove his hands from your thighs. “Ah it seems like a cute girl don't wanna talk to me”. You maintained distance with him as far as you can till you reached school. “Hey cute lady , don't worry one day I will have you and your sexy body under me just wait”. He whispered into your ears and you felt like a deer threatened by a lion. Did he just gave you a rape threat ?. Next you were silent and numb throughout the journey.As soon as you reached your school you immediately ran out of the bus without looking at him as you were sure he would wink at you.

School , once again . You felt like you commited such a great sin that you can't even enter that. It went out pretty smoothly if you ignored jungkook's constant state and eye fuck . Once again you didn't understood anything . Maybe if you would revise at home you would get it. With that hope the school was almost over then . “Y/N rub the board afterwards just for today pls”.Your sir said . Well it was not a big deal and beside you were happy that the school went pretty smoothly.

You got up to rub the board after all the students went out . “My baby rubbing the board eh , maybe she can rub something else too”. The deep and cracky hot voice reached your ear . You knew it was jungkook . You didn't said anything about his lewd comment and just continued. “Aww is my baby shy ? , The way your hip sway shouldn't be waste”. He came right behind you and hugged you from behind. At this point you almost lost it .

This was really sudden . You tried to free yourself but he hugged you harder. “Ehh”. It was rather your struggle sound but moan for his ear . His arms resting right below your boobs making him lusty . “You continue on your work baby , don't waste time” . You were really scared by now. In the school premises and the fact anyone can see you , would blame you only . You just mentally prayed that no one would see you .

“If you want me to leave you small one then be quick about rubbing” . You can feel his smirk . His hug and hot breath felt so wrong and scary that you just wanted to be free , and the only way was to rub the board quick . You started rubbing the board quick and between the moments you could feel something .Something that was ready lewd for you to even say and think about . A boner , jungkook got a boner just by seeing your movements toward the board . You tried not to panic and been quick. “Don't be so quick darling , you don't want me to do something I wanted to do from so long here only”.

You were shivering at this point . You didn't knew what to do . His lips went towards the your neck and started kissing you agressively , while groping your boobies from the left hand . “A-ah”, your moan encouraged him to be more violent and on the other hand you were so aroused that you couldn't even focus on rubbing the board. Jungkook pressed himself harder to you. “Eah”, to him you moaned like a small cute girl rabbit like you are . “Pl-pls sto-stop , a-ah”.He groped harder and pressed himself again . It was almost like you both were dry humping if someone saw you .

If you couldn't escape him today you won't be able to for rest of your life. You will be caged by him . God knows what was your mistake that you are going through this. So you gathered courage and hit him with your elbow and ran away without even finishing the work. Jungkook smirked holding onto his boner thinking about your lovely hips and round boobs that will soon belong to him. But as for now he has a job to be done and eliminated from his path . He smirked thinking about it .

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He stalked him for hours now , God knows where he was going but he ain't a teenager if you can't see him taking a long way home , buy cigarettes and chewing gums in between. Atlast he stood at the bus stand , ready to harrass and put his hands all over someone. And this shall not happen in the presence of someone.

He was grabbed by a pair of arms much stronger than him. With a knife in his throat. H had the audacity to touch you and speak lewd with you in presence of him should be paid by him . “Any last words mister” .He said with a cunningly smile that girls die for , yet at this moment it was nothing but feeling so twisted and scary . “Stop it , pls leave me alone I-”, without he can even say anything knife plunged him and his head and throat were separated. All over blood was flowing out of his throat . His bone can be seen through naked eyes . And his eyes felt cold and numb . The cut was very deep led him to die on the spot .

A cold blood murder was just what happened. The body was so scary to even looked at it . But the one that killed him stared at it cunningly . Bastard deserved it. As he thought , it was not very much deal for him to kill someone that touched his asset. The news headlines in the paper would be cute to see tomorrow.

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BREAKING NEWS: A school boy named Vicky of foothill high school was found dead very cruelly. The reporters are are finding out the criminal. His family is in pain and is ready to send the murder to jail.

You woke up with this news flashing onto the screen while your father was watching it. You adjusted your eyes to see the innocent boy who was killed and your heart stopped beating. He was the pervert that always harrassed you.

💠To be continued💠

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graveyard-stray · 2 years

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Without you...// Spencer Reid x f!reader

Summary: Reader was dumped by Spencer and is having a hard time getting used to life without him.

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: Breakup, swearing, angst, Injury, Blood, hopeful ending

It had been two, no, three weeks…Since me and spencer broke up. I honestly wasn’t totally sure, I could barely keep track of time lately. For the last 4 years I had been with spencer and then just like that he was gone. Of course I could still see him at work but it wasn’t the same. It was so awkward being around him. He was avoiding me like the plague and I honestly couldn’t handle it. I still don't even know why he wanted to break up. All I got was “I cant do this right now” which wasn’t enough. What had I done wrong? I still didn't know.

Now I was just packing up some of his stuff. A lot of it was still lying around my apartment and I had been avoiding packing it up but he finally shot me a text, “I need my stuff. Ill come grab it tomorrow.” And now I was forced to pack up his things. First stop was the closet, He had some clothes in there. Just a few shirts, some sweaters. I began putting his clothes in the box, I was almost done when I pulled out one of his favorite sweaters. It was my favorite too. It was red with thin grey and black stripes on it. My eyes started to water for like the 10th time today. I was going to put it in the box but I couldn’t. I pulled it over my head and put it on. I swore I would put it away in the box just…later. It swallowed me, considering he is like 6’1, but that's why I wore his stuff. I could still smell him on it, I missed this. I was snapped back to reality when I heard my clock ring, it was already midnight.

I couldn’t deny that I was tired, But I still had more stuff to pack and odds are if I tried to sleep I wouldn’t be able to. So I got up off the floor and headed to the kitchen, Coffee was what I needed right now. I searched around my kitchen to find the ingredients but while trying to prepare I realized...I had no Idea what I was doing. Spencer always made my coffee and before him I didn’t really drink or enjoy it.

Flashback

Been working at the BAU for two months and it was amazing. The team was so kind and I had really found the place I belonged. One person on the team I took special notice of was Dr. Spencer Reid, He was crazy smart and incredibly kind. He was amazing in the field but I noticed he was really awkward around me, I thought he disliked me for a while till I asked Morgan about it and he told me “Pretty boy? Oh he just can’t talk to women for the life of him, especially pretty ones.” he chuckled. I was flattered but I figured the end was just Morgan being Morgan. Spencer, into me? no way. Not with women like JJ, Elle, And Garcia on the team.

One day I was at my desk when Spencer approached me, coffee in hand. “Uh H-hey y/l/n you look tired...I got you some uh coffee-” he said with his awkward (but cute) tight lipped smile, holding the coffee out towards me. I was never really a coffee drinker but I couldn’t say no to that face. I chuckled and took the cup from him. “Why thank you!” I took a sip, jeez how much sugar did he put in this thing- I swallowed it hard, but I didn’t love it. I made a bit of a face, accidentally. He frowned “You don’t have to drink it if you don’t like it of course-” he apologized. I cut him off “No! Its really good!” I took another sip and smiled. “Thank you Reid!” and he smiled back before walking off to work. And that started it, He brought me coffee everyday, and I drink said coffee everyday. Of course I grew to actually like the coffee after drinking every day for like 5 years.

Then a year after the first time he brought me coffee, He brought me a cup of coffee and on one side of the cup he wrote “wanna go out with me?” and the rest was history.

Back to the present

I tried my best to make a cup of coffee, after I was done I took a sip and immediately spit it out. Tears began to fall from my eyes again as I threw the mug on the floor, shattering it. “GOD DAMNIT!” I Sobbed as I sat on the floor(Making sure to avoid the puddle of coffee) I just sobbed into my hands. “I'm fucking useless without him- I cant even make a stupid cup of coffee!” I scolded myself. What was I doing? how in the world did I manage to be so stupid without him. I went to get up from the floor and cut my hand on a shard of glass from the mug. “SHIT!” I yelped as I noticed the large cut across my palm. I scurried up from the floor and ran to grab the first aid kit from the cabinet.

I messily bandaged myself up but it was hard to see through my tears. Once I was done I had my hand wrapped and a puddle of blood and tears staining my countertop but I didn’t even care. I lazily went to grab the broom and some towels to clean up the coffee and glass, being careful to not cut myself again.

After it was all finally cleaned I just sat on the couch in utter defeat. I had had some rough nights since the breakup but this was by far the worst. My hand still stung, I probably didn’t take care of it right at all. I just lied back on the couch, cuddled up in spencer’s sweater, I was just going to lay there for a moment, to try and calm down, maybe stop crying but....Then I fell asleep.

I woke up the next morning to a knock at my door, I fell off the couch as the knocking scared me awake. I sat up “Shit I fell asleep-” I sighed and got up to go get the door. I scurried over and opened it, to my unfortunate surprise...It was spencer. Shit. I couldn’t believe he was seeing me like this. My hair a mess, my hand bandaged crappily with blood seeping through the white wrap, in his large sweater. This was so embarrassing. The look he gave me didn’t make it any better. “Oh uh hey..” I greeted him, trying to look anywhere but at him. “Do you uh- need something?” I continued.

“I'm here to grab my stuff...” He said awkwardly. I sighed “Crap- I forgot...” I motioned for him to come in, he did. I closed the door behind him and walked ahead of him. “I'm sorry I just uh I started packing it but I fell asleep and didn’t finish and I just-” I began to ramble and apologize but he cut me off. “Oh my gosh Y/N are you ok?!” he referenced my hand. I looked at it and noticed how bad it was. “Oh I broke a mug and cut my hands it uh, its fine” I tried to brush it off but he grabbed my wrist and dragged me to the kitchen, “No it isn’t fine, Here I'll change the Band-Aid.” he insisted as he helped me up onto the counter and moved to grab the first aid kit. He began to unwrap my hand and his eyes softened as he saw the injury.

He was so gentle and cleaned my hand, after he was done he began to bandage it again. The whole time he took care of me we just sat in silence. He was almost done when I finally spoke up. “Reid...” I peeped out. He looked a bit disappointed at my use of his last name rather than his first but he kept quiet. “hm?” he responded. “Why....why did you break up with me?” I asked, not brave enough to look into his eyes. he didn’t say anything. “I mean if you want this over that's fine, if you lost feelings or I did something wrong I get it just please tell me...” I begged him for an answer, I needed one and... hell I deserved one. He sighed, “You didn’t do anything wrong and...I didn’t just lose feelings.” he admitted. I looked at him, now more confused than before.

“Then what- you just left..?” I cut in before he could even continue. “you didn’t even have a reason you just fucking left me for no reason- Was there someone else? I honestly hope that's the case because then at least I suffered for weeks for SOMETHING.” I began to chuckle out of just pure disbelief. “I mean hell- I cut my hand cause i broke a mug out of anger- and I couldn’t even bandage myself up. All for what? cause you just left for no reason?!” I got off the counter and began walking away, I couldn’t tell if I was more sad or angry. He followed after me and grabbed my wrist. “Y/N!” He yelled. “WHAT?!” I snapped back. “I LOVE YOU-” He confessed.

I just stood there staring, what was I supposed to say? “I LEFT BECAUSE....” his tone began to soften, “I love you, and I'm just a mess. I don’t know what's going on with me but I was scared that- I would hurt you....So I left. I'm sorry.” he admitted, looking at me softly. I froze for a moment before my expression finally softened, “Spence..” I whispered. he smiled softly at my use of his first name. “You should have told me...I am always here for you. If you just told me what was going on I could have-no- I would have helped you.” I told him, cupping his face. “I know...Im sorry, I can’t even begin to express how sorry I am.” he apologized again. “And then the avoiding me at work- why?” I questioned him again.

He sighed, “I just thought that- If I avoided you then it would make things easier.” He admitted. “Well...that really hurt. I felt horrible, I thought I did something wrong. I thought you hated me.” tears began to prick into my eyes. “I could never hate you, you are my world. Your smart and your beautiful and your incredibly kind and your the only one who really listens to me when I ramble and you always put others before yourself and I never meant to hurt you, I am so sorry...Will you, give me another chance?” He begged.

I wasn’t sure what to say. I frowned. “Spencer...you really hurt me but, I love you. So I am willing to give you another chance but, you need to talk to me about your life and you need to be open and...please don’t just leave me again.” I looked at him with a soft smile, tears now flowing down my face. He gave me his little tight lipped smile and then immediately pulled me into a huge hug. “I promise, I'm not going anywhere ever again, I love you so much.” He promised, tears now coming down from him too.

I just smiled. “I love you too.”

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plush-rabbit · 3 years

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Smile For Me

Warnings: Noncon, Somnophila

Word Count: 2.8K

A/N: I’ve really fallen for Ghostface and that seems unfair (Part 2 to Picture Perfect)

You’re easy prey. Nothing more than a simple deer, a lovely little rabbit that he gets to stalk and hunt. There’s something odd about you, something so sweet and incredibly cute that he wants to corrupt. You change your locks, you add a sensor light that must have made a pretty dent in your wallet. He can see how you move behind the blinds, your silhouette, the way you walk and how you hold something in your hands, and he runs the first few times, but after the third time, he decides to push his luck, linger close, hidden behind a shed in your backyard and minutes pass until he realizes that there are no sirens. You don’t call for help, your alarms are nothing more than for decoration, to ward off a lesser person. You trust that whatever was lurking outside, has fled. And he falls for you naivety more. He falls deeper in love with you, covering his mouth with a gloved hand, the faint bitter taste of copper still lingering as he bites down to avoid his laughter ringing throughout your backyard.

Ghostface stalks you. He watches and learns what security system you have and it’s almost laughable when he finds out that it is nothing. All you have to protect yourself are different locks. The lights were nothing more than that, sensor lights that can do nothing more than to catch a rodent that lurks in your backyard. The locks might be different, but you don’t have an alarm, there are no cameras inside your home to record that he wandered around- drank from the bottle of your cranberry juice, sat on your couch and kicked his feet up onto the coffee table, dried mud that crumbled and he stared at it, wondering if you would even notice, but with a swipe of the side of his palm, it falls and disappears into your carpet. You have no camera to watch as he grabs your underwear and jerks himself off in your bed, his mouth open behind his mask as he creams himself on your belongings, the memory of how you felt already fading in his mind. And once he’s done, he‘s left sticky and wet, creamy slipping down and it’s only a matter of time till you come home. He wonders how often you wash your pillowcases and he dries himself on your pillow, a soft thrusting motion that leaves his already sensitive cock dribbling with more seed, spreading it on your pillow. When he comes back to watch you, he sees through the blinds how you touch the pillow, your lips pouted and your fingers brushing against the hardened cotton. He wonders if you know.

You’ve captured his attention- enough for him to leave his other prey and focus solely on you. You fret around your home, clean and check every crevice, a pair of scissors in hand and he scoffs in amusement. He palms himself through his jeans. He wonders how you would really react if he were hiding inside your house. He can hide himself in your closest, jump out and wrestle you to the ground, watch as your eyes grow fearful and he’s salivating at the thought of entering you already, knowing how well you’d take him. With a soft sigh, he pulls his hand away. All he has to do now is wait for you to fall asleep.

Grateful for the night, he watches in silence. You walk around in your room, towel around your body, letting it fall off of your body and rest against the bed, your naked body alluring, the soft yellow light glistening off of your body, and you walk to your dresser, lotion against your body, spread thin, the creamy white disappearing onto your body. You sleep in a camisole, a lace trim around the straps, stitched onto the soft dip where your naked breasts lie, nipples already pert and peeking through the shirt. Your underwear are a soft blue, raising up your hips with a teasing dip to your sex. He doesn’t have to wait long until you’ve fallen into your slumber, body still and after a few minutes, he’s inside your home.

It doesn’t take much to break-in. A simple twist and a careful step, and Ghostface is undetected, inside your home. The weeping mask stares down at you, a single twist of his fingers and your lamp is on, the glow of the light doing nothing but make you furrow your brows and with a simple shush, a coo under his breath that makes him feel like a dotting lover, you return to your relaxed state. It’s not much, but seeing you asleep- vulnerable and willing- is enough for him to kick off his boots. Clothes are slowly discarded, the pale, horrific mask still kept on, the soft cloth of the hood tickles at the base of his neck, and he’s above you.

There isn’t much that makes him actually lust for others. He’s always been more fascinated in other areas of the human body, but there was and still is something about you that makes him yearn, to grab at you and mark your body. And one day, he’ll do it with your consent. He’ll come and greet you as Daniel- have you call him Danny- pull out the smile, pull you close and throw you on his bed, have you want him and there will be the sick pleasure of knowing that you’re fucking a killer and your personal tormentor without you knowing. But for now, he slips off your clothes, raises your thin shirt and he’s slow and methodical, pulling you into a sitting position and having you lean against his body, your gentle, warm breaths against his chest, your shirt is removed. He lays you back on the bed, hair fanning out into a halo, strands falling in front of your face and with a simple brush, the smooth fabric of his gloves cold against your skin. Your underwear is too delightful to tear off, simple and pure against your skin, something so sweet that it’s almost wrong of him to dip his fingers underneath and pull down your bare legs.

Asleep and undisturbed, his hands are on you. For a brief moment, his mask is off, eyes that hold something fierce in them watch you, the low rise of your chest, goosebumps pricking at your skin and his smile is hungry. His face buried into your sex, tongue at your heat, his spit warming you and moistening past your folds. The tip of his tongue swirls around your entrance, a gentle dip into you, and in your sleep you clench your walls, a soft squish against his muscle and he smiles against you, wide and teeth pressed against your soft flesh. He presses his face forward, nose pressed against your clit, lips puckered and he kisses you, a soft, sensual kiss against your cunt, tongue slipping past his lips, and into yours, flickering inside and on the tip of his tongue, he can taste your sweet nectar, oozing in a thick puddle against him.

The mask returns, hiding his identity and in it’s in place, the gloves are removed. There’s a sound outside, a racing car that screams through the night and in his chest, his heart races and his body flushes, his face heating up, sweat beading on his forehead and two bare fingers enter you. You’re slick enough to enter but he can feel the tight grasp of your sex, something that he’s sure stings by the way you shift under him. His fingers curl in, a beckoning motion inside of you, fingertips brushing against your walls, slick slowly starting to form until the clicking noises in the room intermix with your breathy, soft moans- a cry that whimpers past your lips. He grows hard above you, watching your breaths deepen, the wet, shucking noises of your cunt grow louder, fingers slipping in and out, your arousal dribbling past his fingers and down to his knuckles. It’s awkward, fingers pushed deep inside of you, his knuckles kissing at your cunt as a strong hand reaches to grab his camera, holding tight onto it, his fingerprints dirtying the screen and it’s shaky, a horrible picture when compared to his previous works. He forces himself to still, fingers half way inside of you, limp and still compared to your throbbing, wet cunt that still leaks and there’s a click. On the screen is a captivating photo of your cunt teased with his fingers. And as always, Ghostface isn’t satisfied.

Metal clicks against each other, a soft chime in the room that acts as a lullaby, pulling you back into sleep, your body relaxing, breath going back to its own undisturbed tempo and all that remains is a wide-eyed man staring at you through a mask. Dark eyes are unwavering as they stare at your sleeping body- you look so peaceful, so rested and deep in slumber that he’s sure you must have had a heavy day and he feels almost sad at that thought. Bare hands grab at your breasts, thumbs pushing around the pert nipples- he’s almost sad that you had to grow through something so heavy without him- his hands lower to rise against the swell of your belly- he promises to himself that you won’t face it alone next time- one hand holds onto your hip, the other against the base of his cock, pre-ejaculate beading off his slit in opalescent pearls.

He lowers himself to you, the plastic of his mask brushing against the shell of your ear and he’s hopeful that you’re listening to him. “No one is allowed to touch you, you know? I’ll make sure of that.” His cockhead is pressed flushed against your entrance, arousal mixing and getting lost with each other. Nails dig into your hip, perfectly formed crescents appear on your body, the hint of blood is familiar to him and makes him almost inhumane. His laugh is sharp, unforgiving and cruel, as he presses himself further into you, the welcoming hug of your walls wrapping tight around him and he releases his hands from your hip and himself. “My fucking muse,” he whispers harshly, stilling himself inside of you, your walls pulsing against him, a gentle pull deeper into you. “My naïve-” his hand covers the swell of your belly- “dumb little muse.” He wonders if you’re late. He wonders what you have done to either rid yourself of his kin or to prevent yourself from being bred. “I wonder what it’ll be like-” his thumb arches gracefully over your stomach- “seeing you with a child, tits full of milk, cunt always creamy, ready for a good pounding.” He laughs lowly, hooking an arm underneath you, hand spread against your spine, arching and he’s deep inside of you, feeling you tighten against him.

The masked killer is grateful that he’s forgotten how you feel. You’re limp, nothing more than a warm sex-toy for him, curved and heavy underneath his hand, neck bent and mouth parted, and he smiles when he sees your eyes begin to flutter. That’s what he wants. He wants to see your fear. Intruding on you in your sleep is wonderful, invading your home and snooping around your things is nothing more than an extra step for him, something for him to relax himself with, but with all your fearful glances, he’s never realized that he could force you to look scared, to see it up close and personal.

He continues to thrust against you, moving his cock and a hand, large and heavy, fingers that look perfect and immaculate, wrap around your throat, small, pale scars wrap around his fingers like rings of past lovers, memorabilia that is only seen when looked upon closely. He tightens his hand, cutting off air and your body reacts first, going rigid, hands raising and eyes popping open in horror and he truly does ponder what it must be like to see him. Your nails dig into his hands, eyes already wet with tears, and you’re horrified. He can practically smell it off of you, the dripping arousal, the way he can feel your heart speed up through the pulse in your neck, the way you gasp for breath and he can hear you whisper out something, strained and hoarse, only able to be heard when he stills his hips and stops the lewd noises that scream from your cunt.

“Ghostface,” you mumble, bottom lip trembling and a lovely blue color forming on your face.

His smile is stretched comically beneath his mask. “That’s right.” He pulls out, the tip still warm inside of you, leaking with arousal and he slams back into you, legs tensing, muscles strained and taut as he fucks you. “The one and only,” he whispers, pressing the mask against your face, the soft mesh of the black mouth kissing against your frightful parted lips.

He keeps a hand around your neck, loosening it enough for you to breathe again, while his other hand slips between your meshed bodies, dipping past your mound and into your slit, circling around your clit, feeling it throb under his touch. He laughs and it’s full of pride. He holds you close, pulling you deep against him, a soft cry when you instinctively clench as he circles around your pearl. Tears slip past your eyes, catching against your eyelashes like pearls, latching onto his hands like dew on the morning, and he’s pressed himself still against you, hand leaving your clit, and reaching blindly for the abandoned camera, taking a picture of you with a hand around your throat and tears a simple, but handsome ornament. On the screen is you, terrified and crying and he tosses the camera to the side, plastic buried into your chest as he fills your hungry cunt with his seed.

“I can’t wait to see you with a round body.” He pushes himself further against you, cock dribbling inside of you, filling you with copious amounts of semen. “Fat fucking tits-” his tongue pushes against the black fabric covering his mouth, licking at your chest that has moistened with his quick breath- “a creamy, little cunt that will beg to be fucked.” His hand returns to your clit, pinching the bud between two fingers and hearing you squeal makes him thrust his hips, shivers running down his spine, the sensitivity making squirts of thick discharge fill your already prepped cervix. “Trust me-” he rises and looks at you and he knows he’s making eye contact- “when I’m back, I’ll make sure to make you feel good.”

He latches onto you, hand escaping your neck and he hears you gasp for breath. You wheeze and croak, crying and pleading for him to stop and it only pushes for him to go further, to fuck you until your muscles start to tense, twitching and pulsing. You moan and it’s muffled by a bite of your lips. It’s a short sound, cutoff and ruined by you, but it’s alluring, melodic and making him shove two digits into your mouth, pulling your jaw down by your teeth and his fingertips rest flat against your tongue. Your moans are stretched, muffled and broken and it’s still enough for him to want more, to push himself deep inside of you, to have you reach your own high if it meant he could hear more of your perverse sounds.

“Say my name,” he murmurs, naked body sticking to yours by his sweat. “Scream. I want to hear you say the name of the one who’s making you feel this good. Scream and I promise that you’ll survive this night.” He kisses you through the meshed black of the mask, salvia swapped and spreading into a thin puddle of his mask, pushing his tongue through it until he feels as if it’s going to rip. You were always going to survive. He’s had too much fun to ever let you go but you don’t know that and he uses it to his advantage.

It’s a whisper, a soft movement of your lips against his. Your nipples rub against his chest and his name is broken with your voice. “Ah,” you sing, tightening your legs and your high is approaching. “Ghost-” he can hear the disgust and lust mixed with each other- “Ghostface,” you murmur. It’s repeated until your voice is hoarse, lust taking over, eyes heavy and rolling back, arms reaching around him and you’re entangled in a gruesome hug with him, moaning his name as your cunt clenches around him, flooding with your release, his name a mantra under your breath, echoed in the room and he stills, spilling inside of you. Eyes closed and resting his body onto you as you squirm underneath, desperate to continue your high. His name, “Ghostface” slowly murmured, a mess of his name as you release against him.

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introloves · 4 years

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— daddy! bokuto + male nipple sucking & play + oral fixation + messy fingering + being fingered ‘till you sleep + overstimulation + mentions of drooling / spit + tired/stressed! reader + stress relief dumbification + f! reader

he knows what you need when you come to him.

a mess of tears and whimpers, a delicate thing trembling in his arms.

he knows you’re tired, stressed, not feeling well- but being the strong girl that you are, you don’t let yourself be vulnerable until you’re nestled against his chest. mouth desperately mouthing at the swell of one of his pecs. he thinks it’s so cute, swollen lips, thanks to your teeth nibbling on them, desperately looking for purchase against this nipple over the material of his shirt.

bokuto settles, hips scooting forward so you can fit comfortably on his pelvis. he helps you out, knows you dont need any teasing right now- he just reaches back, tugs at the collar around his nape and pulls his shirt up.

“here you go pretty girl, all for you.” his voice is deep and husky, normally rounded and excited eyes are now lidded and focused as he looks down at you. throws his head back once you start suckling on his nipple, pulling blood to the surface of it- makes it hard, makes it puffy on top pure muscle.

large warm and calloused hands come to rest against the back of your head, fingetips scraping your scalp- he rubs tiny soothing circles.

you’ve all but finally calmed down, no longer thinking about the events that led you here- eyes closed and still drooling as your tongue laves up and over his nipple, trying to brush the hardened tip in as far as it can into your mouth.

shivers crawl down his spine when a trail of cooled spit travels over his navel, roaming down each bump of muscle- pooling at the waistband of his sweats.

its not until you start shaking, body temperature rising, hips rocking against him that he pulls you off- bokuto knows what you want before you say it, but just to be nice he lets you speak, warbled words shaky with lust and need.

“daddy- help me. wanna feel good, make me feel good t-till i can’t.”

he can’t not listen to his pretty baby, not when your drool is running down your throat, hands twisting around one another, you look like he might say no, might refuse to touch you,

“how cute.”

with practiced and strong movements, he has you placed over his lap- ass in the air on one side and your squeaking mouth on the other.

the brute simply tears your bottoms away, skin welting as the fabric drags across the fat from your thigh roughly- it makes you shoot forward, body trembling as you wait for him.

a wait that never comes. koutarou is quick with it, sheathing two fingers into your drooling cunt from inbetween your thighs, pinky and index finger pointed down- curling with each curve of the digits inside you, knuckle deep and prodding around your gummy insides.

“d-daddy! ghah- daddy!”

screams echo out into the space you two share, all while he pumps in and out, wet squelching follows as he milks your cunt of all its wetness- doesn’t stop, barrels you towards your first orgasm and not stopping anytime soon.

doesnt stop through your third, doesnt stop through your fourth and fifth- splattered lines of your cum dribbling down your thrashing legs, feet barely sweeping across the floor. hes resorted to absolute drastic measures to get you where he wants you, shaking his fingers left and right while hes inside a still squeezing cunt- sending the wet mixture of cum and arousal everywhere, whole ass jiggling along with the movement.

theres barely a reaction from you- you’ve screamed and cried and babbled desperate pleads and chants, all you can do now is say his name over and over, head drooped over his thigh.

“kou- kou!” tumbles from your lips, unfocused eyes no longer see, everything’s blurred together in a hazy pleasure- no room for any thoughts and feelings other than him.

“sweet girl, did daddy fuck you stupid?” he huffs, not expecting an answer, not getting one, well its not a coherent answer anyways.

the only response coming from you is your cunt trying to push his near pruning fingers out as another wave of cum splatters onto the floor- you dont even scream anymore, only react in a full body jerk- twisting briefly as your peak hits before going limp, breathing heavy and hard.

its what you wanted, because in the end- he puts you to sleep, slumped over his lap like a bad girl getting punished.

theres a tingling of pride swirling in his tummy when he feels you exhale, sighing when your eyes close and stay that way, not bothering in fighting the exhaustion that overcomes you.

bokouto simply removes his hand, a slight squelch befalling the cum soaked digits that leave you, leaning back once more and trailing the same hand over his nipple- spreading your cum over it, hissing when the air cools the puffy gland, rough digits circle it again and again- pinching and pulling the bruised nipple until he cums too, making sure to keep still with your fucked out body splayed ‘cross him.

grunts leave his open lips earnestly, taking in small gulps of air as his stomach contracts, and he brings his other hand up to the neglected nipple, pulling harshly on them both, milking a very heavy jump from his cock as he cums. he keeps his now shaky hips still, he wouldn’t want to wake you up, all of his work would be for naught.

when hes done cumming, no more signs of orgasming from him, he breathes; once, twice before slowly grabbing you.

with strong hands, he picks you up, adjusts you so he can hold your form, letting you sleep while all your cum dries against a batttered, swollen and still pulsing cunt. theres a sound of stickiness eminating from his crotch too with the shifting, but hes never minded the mess- proof of that shows when a thick forearm, wet lines of your orgasms painting nearly all of it, lays across your back while curling the still creamy fingers into your hair, holding you as you sleep.

it’s nothing a bath cant get rid of after all, for now he’s happy he could deliver with your requests, only wanting his sweet girl to feel good.

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peachbear88 · 3 years

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The Greatest Love Story

A/N: Inspired by this lovely image I saw. I'm making this into a high school angst AU that takes place in like the 1900's. For the record, I know Steve isn't a bad person but this is an AU and I need one of those... You know, guys for this story so.... Yeah! Sorry! BTW, the second poem is not written by me, it's written by Elizabeth Barrett Browning and I stole some quotes from Shakespeare.

Warnings: Angst, homophobia, swearing, character death.

Word Count: 3.2k

Pairing: Yelena Belova x Reader

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You scale the ancient wooden stairs of your small school. avoiding eye contact with anyone. The stares you receive from others are painfully obvious as you speed walk towards the library, seeking shelter from the judgmental glances from your peers.

"Hello dear," the kind librarian greets you as you walk past her towards your corner of the library.

You don't respond, quickly ducking behind the massive shelves, hoping to spend as much time as possible in your safe space before the classes start. Placing back your old books, you scan the shelves, until a particular title catches your eye.

"Love Poems by Women?" You murmur, flipping through the worn pages.

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A giant dusty book lands on the librarian's desk, making her look up.

"May I take this out?" You ask, your tone emotionless, cold yet tentative. The librarian smiles gently at you handing you back the book.

"Of course dear. Happy reading." You give her a small, thankful smile before dashing out of the library door. The halls are partially empty, save for the kids that skip class, hanging around in the hallways and dark alleys after school.

You duck your head, avoiding eye contact as you pass the group leaning against the lockers, most importantly, the hazel eyed beauty that could snap your neck in half, Yelena Belova.

"Hey!" Your head snaps up. Big mistake. You lock eyes with the famed blonde and you drop your head immediately, a faint blush creeping up your cheeks.

"Y-Yes?"

"Look at me when I'm talking to you." She snaps. You peek at her from the corner of your eye, her sleek dress pants catching your eye.

"Interesting outfit choice," you note before you can stop yourself.

"What did you say?" She demands and you gulp, backing away.

"N-nothing." She slowly steps towards you, backing you into the lockers.

"Get to class. And don't ever let me see you again идиот (idiot)." You hurry down the hall towards your classroom, tripping in the process as you repeatedly look over your shoulder, watching as Yelena turns back to her friend group.

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"She was cute," Natasha points out as Yelena reclaims her spot leaning against the lockers. "Why do you feel the need to tease her so relentlessly?" Yelena rolls her eyes, grabbing the flask of vodka back from her sister.

"She's annoying. I don't like her." Natasha smirks.

"Sure. Whatever you say."

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You let out a sigh of relief when the bell rings.

Your classmates flood out of the classroom, jostling each other aside in their rush to get home. You quickly sprint out the door, eager to get home, safe and sound when a hand grabs you by the arm and pulls you into a dark alley behind the school.

"Hello there girly..." A deep voice says. You gulp. The boy steps into the light to reveal Steve Rogers. One of those people that take pride in hurting others, a bully, your tormenter.

"W-what do you want?" He smirks, stepping closer to you.

"Well, a little birdie told me that someone had an encounter with a specific blonde this morning." You flinch when he grabs you by the throat, pinning you to the wall. "You wouldn't happen to be... I don't know, one of those dykes would you?" Your eyes widen and you shake your head vigorously as he laughs. "Oh man," he sputters, choking through his laughter. "Wait till the school gets ahold of this-"

He doesn't get to finish his sentence because a fist connects with his face, sending him reeling backwards.

"What the-" A strong hand wraps around his throat, pushing him backwards till his back connects with the wall.

"Listen to me you маленькое дерьмо (little shit), if you ever even think about coming near her again, I will sneak into your house at night, gut you like the fish you are and paint the school with them." Yelena warns in a surprisingly calm voice. Steve's eyes widen and he nods his head frantically until she lets go.

"Crazy bitch!" He spits, backing away quickly. You shuffle your feet, looking down at the ground as she watches him run.

"T-thank you." You mutter, not daring to look her in the eye. She sighs.

"This better not become a daily thing Y/L/N." You nod feebly. "Get out of here." You quickly pick your bag back up and sprint out of the alley, leaving Yelena by herself,

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"I'm home mom!"

"Welcome home sweetie!" Your mom pokes her head out of the living room.

"How's your book going?"

"As great as a woman writing a book can be." She chuckles forcibly. There's an awkward silence before she continues. "Your father came by today." She pauses as you swallow, feeling like something lodged itself in your throat.

"And what did he want?" She frowns at your tone.

"Sweetie, I know you don't like him but he's still your fa-"

"I don't have a dad," you growl, picking up your bag. "My dad died when he chose to abandon us." She watches as you climb up the stairs, sighing and rubbing her temple.

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You flop onto your bed, dropping the thick dusty buck onto the bed. You spend the rest of the afternoon reading through the poems until your mom calls you down for dinner.

It's an awkward dinner, quiet, only the sounds of dishes, chewing and utensils filling the room.

"I'm going to bed." You say after washing the dishes, not bothering to wait for a response.

That night, you lay in bed, staring at the ceiling of your room.

"Love poems by women." You mutter, an idea popping into your head. You quickly sit up, flicking on your lamp and pulling out the book and a pen.

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"Good morning dear," the librarian greets you like she does every morning.

"I'd like to return this book." You reply coldly, passing her the book once again. She smiles gently at you.

"I hope you enjoyed your reading." She says while passing you, returning the book to its original shelf.

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"Hello hon, can I help you with anything?" The librarian asks the dirty-blonde haired girl.

"No, thank you." The girl sends the librarian a tight lipped smile before returning her attention to the shelves. A ripped leather cover catches her attention. Love Poems by Women. She smiles, pulling the book from the shelf. Flipping open to the title page, a neat cursive catches her eyes.

Love flows between beings Gift from the gods Curse from the demons The missing part of every person Destined to be opposites Love is flexible Yet some seek to objectify love Love is not for the weak willed. - Aristophanes

The blonde haired girl hums, pulling a pen from her jacket's pocket and discreetly writing in the book, right next to the poem.

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Terrible.

That's the only way to describe your day. You received your essay back, ecstatic to see that you had received an A. Steve on the other hand had absolutely flunked. Instead of dedicating his time to studying, he decided to beat you up as a way of taking out his frustration.

You ended up limping out of the women's toilet, your leg flaring up whenever you moved, tears threatening to fall from your eyes.

"Hi sweetcheeks," the librarian murmurs, her eyes trailing down your injured leg.

"'Ello." You quickly duck behind the shelves, pulling out the book you were looking for. Your brows scrunch together in confusion as you see a messier scrawl next to your handwriting.

Reality hits hard

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of being and ideal grace. I love thee to the level of every day's Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.

- Orpheus

You smile letting a light laugh slip from your lips. A sweet titter revealing the little girl underneath your cold, traumatized exterior.

Quickly, you grab your pen from your pocket and begin scribbling.

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The air is knocked from your body as your back makes contact with the floor.

"Listen here dyke. I don't like you alright," Steve growls into your ear as Tony cracks his knuckles. "So here's what's going to happen: Everyday you're going to meet us here and," he pauses, cracking his neck. "Help us relive some stress." He smiles wickedly before punching you in the stomach, making you double over in pain.

Your eyes flutter shut as they deliver blow after blow 'till they finally stop. You tentatively open your eyes to see Yelena tackling Steve to the ground as Tony stares at them, eyes wide.

"I. Told. You. To. Leave. Her. Alone!" She screams, pummeling Steve with her fists. He groans, unmoving. You watch in terror as Tony picks up a trash can lid, sneaking up behind her as she punches Steve in the face.

"Watch out!" You scream, taking Tony as well yourself by surprise. She looks up to see you slamming into Tony sending him flying into the nearby wall of the alley.

He crumples, unconscious.

"Are you okay?" You mumble, limping towards Yelena, who's clutching a blood gash on her arm.

"'M fine,' she grits out. You shake your head, grabbing her wrist. She flinches but doesn't push you away.

"You're not okay. Let me help you." You plead. She stays silent and you quickly take her silence as a yes, leading her to the front steps of your home. You rummage through your back pack, finding a large wrap of bandages that you kept after your daily beating from Rogers and his friends.

She winces as you wrap her wound swiftly.

"Gentle!" She growls and you stare back at her defiantly.

"Well maybe if you would stop moving, it'd hurt less!" You retort and she shuts up, staring off into the distance. You dab the cut with a small bit of alcohol before wrapping the bandage all around her arm.

"Thank you." She whispers, giving you a small smile. Reaching out, she gently tucks a strand of hair behind your ear as you flinch back. You quickly, shovel the bandages and medicinal alcohol back into your pack, not noticing the hurt look on her face.

"No problem. The least I could do since you saved me." You reply bluntly, swinging the bag over your shoulder and slipping through the door.

"Wait-" She sighs as the door slams shut in front of her.

You exhale, leaning against the door as you try to catch your breath.

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Yelena sighs exasperatedly, tugging at the collar of her dress shirt.

"What's wrong little sis?" Natasha smirks, plopping down next to her.

"I got hurt and Y/N patched me up." Natasha jumps up, eyes wide.

"You stained your new shirt?" She groans shaking Yelena violently. "God I'm going to kill you!" Yelena grabs her sister, stopping her.

"You're missing the point!"

"Oh yeah? And what's that?" Nat challenges, flopping back down on to the couch.

"She patched me up!" Nat's eyes widen.

"Oh. Oh." She inches closer to her sister, nudging her playfully, much to Yelena's dislike. "So are y'all like," she winks at her sister insinuatingly. "A thing?" Yelena scrunches her brows in confusion.

"A thing?" Nat rolls her eyes, sidling closer to her.

"Yes. A thing. An item? Lovers?" She shrugs, missing the way Yelena blushes.

"In her dreams," Yelena snorts, leaning back into the couch.

"If you say so..."

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"Morning pumpkin!" The librarian chirps.

The blonde girl ignores her, breezing past her towards the the shelves at the very back, peeking over her shoulder quickly before pulling an old, leather bound book from the shelf.

She flips the leather cover aside to reveal the title page. Next to her messy, distorted scrawl was a neat, distinctive cursive once again.

Speak low if you speak love

- Aristophanes

She smiles gently, chuckling as she shakes her head.

"Shakespeare of all people," she whispers, her accent thickening. Pulling a forgotten pen from the shelves, she begins writing,

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The highlight of your day became going to the library and reading the little messages scrawled in between the margins of the book by Orpheus. Like:

If music be the food of love, play on

Her passions are made of nothing but the finest part of pure love.

They made you smile on a daily basis, sometimes even eliciting a rare light laugh.

"Good morning sweetpea." The librarian greets you, not expecting a response. To her surprise and yours, you muster a small smile and a wave.

"Hello." You can feel the librarians shocked eyes following you as you round the bookshelf corner to find Steve, eyes wide, mouth open in shock as he stares down at something in his hands.

Your heart plummets. A book with a soft leather cover, yellowed pages. The book of poems.

You lunge for it but he step sides you swiftly, raising the book above his head.

"Speak low if you speak of love huh? I'm not surprised you know Shakespeare, you're such a nerd." He sneers, waving the book above his head.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about." You stutter, backing up. He grabs you by the collar of your shirt, lifting you into the air.

"Don't fuck with me!" He growls, dropping the book and kicking it to the side. "Who's Orpheus?"

"G-Greek hero. Musician." You stutter and he slaps you, hard. You can feel your cheek swelling under his fiery gaze.

"Don't even try me. Who. Is. Orpheus?"

"I don't know, I swear!" You mutter, wincing when you accidentally bite your cheek.

He drops you, watching as you scramble to your feet, backing away.

"This isn't over you little shit. I'll be back for you," he warns, giving your book one last kick for good measure before storming out of the library with Tony and Bucky on his heels.

You fall to your knees, silently sobbing as you crawl over too the book, dusting it off and hugging it to your chest.

Yelena sighs, her heart breaking as she watches you curl around the book protectively, lying on the floor.

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"Where are you going?"

Yelena turns to find Nat, leaning against the school stairwell doorway, watching her.

"Just up to the roof. Need some fresh air," she lies, avoiding Nat's gaze. Nat lifts Yelena's chin up, staring into her eyes, boring into her very soul. Yelena squirms under her gaze until she finally lets go.

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"Okay." She smiles sadly at her little sister. "Just-" Her voice cracks as she pats her sister's shoulder. "Don't do anything stupid."

"Don't worry. I won't." She gives Nat a brief hug before hiking her pants up and starting up the stairs.

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"Ah, well look who decided to join the party!" You look up from the ground to see Yelena, your eyes clouded with pain.

"No..." You croak but Steve pays no attention to you.

"Come to save your love Yelena?" He sneers, dropping you to the ground. "Or should I say... Orpheus?" Your eyes widen as you watch him advance towards her, pushing her closer to the edge of the roof.

"I don't know what you're talking about." She deadpans and Steve chuckles.

"Sure. If you won't admit, I'll just have to settle for destroying you from the inside out instead." He grabs her by the arm. "I haven't forgotten what you did to me." He points at a long thin scar along his jawline.

You watch as Tony sneaks up from behind Yelena, striking her with a metal bar. She crumples, falling to her knees.

"Hold her." Steve directs and Bucky dutifully grabs you by the arms. He holds Yelena's chin in between his thumb and forefinger, forcing her to look at him. "Now you watch as I destroy the one thing you love the most." Tony tosses his the metal bar and Steve prepares himself before swinging it like a baseball bat.

There's a sickening crunch followed by your scream as the bar makes contact with your ribs.

"Stop!" She struggles, her eyes never leaving your broken body as he hits you over and over again. "Please! Leave her alone!"

Steve smiles evilly, locking eyes with her before swinging the bat again. Another scream. Blood trickles down your face from your nose.

"Is that right? Did the famous Yelena Belova just beg me?" He smiles cruelly before pushing you down on your back, his foot on your chest. You scream as he increases the pressure, your broken ribs digging into your lungs.

Yelena screams, kicking Tony's legs out from under him before punching Steve in the jaw. She grabs the iron bar before it hits the ground, clobbering Bucky in the stomach before kicking Steve in the stomach.

"ты сука (you bitch)!" She steps on his face swiftly, taking satisfaction in the groan of pain he emits before turning to you, gently cradling your face.

"Wow... That was pretty badass," you mumble and she laughs, tearing up. You reach out, wiping the tears from her eyes. "Don't cry." She frowns.

"I'm not crying."

"You are too." You smile, wincing in pain. "I didn't know you knew Shakespeare."

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have let this happen." You frown, caressing her face, forcing her to look at you.

"Hey, hey. It's fine. Don't worry. I'll be fine." You attempt to smile reassuringly but it comes out as more of a grimace. "Listen, if I don't make it-"

"Don't say that! You can't leave me!"

"Shush, listen you thickheaded poet. If I don't make it, go back to the book." You instruct her. She frowns but you can her off. "Promise me."

"But-"

"Promise me."

"I promise..."

"Good." You smile at her, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead, your eyesight blurring. "Wait for me okay?" Your eyes flutter shut.

"No! No Y/N! Come back!" She shakes you roughly, sobbing when you don't respond.

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Yelena watches as your body is carted off under a white sheet. Nat stands to the side, watching as her sister stares off into the distance, all life drained from her body.

Go back to the book.

She stands, slowly trailing towards the library, her eyes bloodshot, cheeks caked with dry tears.

"Hi dear," the librarian greets her, discreetly wiping her eyes with a handkerchief. "What a shame. She was a lovely girl."

"She really was the best." Yelena agrees quietly, giving the librarian a small, comforting pat on the back before moving to the back of the library where she finds the book, lying on the floor.

Yelena,

I believe that we are the greatest love poem ever written. I love you always,

Y/N

A choked sob escapes her lips as she stares at the page. You knew. You knew the whole time and you didn't even say anything. A pair of soft arms wrap around Yelena's stomach as she lets go of the dam, her cries echoing throughout the library.

"I'm sorry..."

I'm sorry...

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le4ftea · 3 years

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Don't look! Pt.2 IzukuxMale!ReaderxKatsuki

Smut, bakudeku(cuz why not.), blow job, tears,creampie.

This is part two of "Don't look!" This is for a male reader. It has highschool Bakugou and Izuku, and middle school Bakugou and Izuku. Hope its good. PS: when it says there last name, it means younger bakugou and Midoriya. Also ill just call the older ones by their first name.

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"Oooh Fuck! I'm-I'm CUMMINGS! God cuMMing~!" The green haired boy screamed out in pleasure, his head thrown back as his hips stayed balls deep into your soft insides. His body trembled as his intense orgasm made his vision white.

You had let go of the bed sheets, your upper body laying on the bed as your ass was up and spilling Baby Dekus seed. The boy had pulled out yet his dick as still spilling white liquid from his swollen slit.

Still moaning. His childhood friend was staring at him with a burning intensity.

Baby Bakugou was confused to why watching Deku spill cum from his dick, turned him on the same as you begging to be fucked did.

You slowly sat up, whining at the emptiness you felt.

"Now its my turn to show you a good time." Kastuki smirked down at your quivering state. Your eyes looking up at him like you were a puppy begging for food.

He unbucked his green pants and pulled his underwear down, his dick stood infront of you. His tip red and precum beaded at the slit.

You wanted to taste it. Saveur the flavor and drink his warm cum, feeling your stomach warm up. You grabbed it and took it all in your mouth till it was deep in your throat, eyes rolling to the back of your head as a long moan rumbled around his cock.

He groaned letting a shaky curse escape his lips.

Izuku covered his mouth at the sight of you sucking his friend with pure delight. His dick getting hard once more, he bit his lip to keep a moan from being heard.

While the two older boys fonded over you, the two younger ones had plans of their own.

Baby Deku was still panting, a dark blush covering his freckles cheeks as the adorable tears pricked in his eyes.

Baby Bakugou had moved in front of Deku and slowly leaned into his gasping lips, placing a passionate kiss onto them. Causing Deku to come down from his high. Slowly melting into his touch.

Bakugou started to gently stroke Dekus dick, drawing muffled moans to be heard. Deku weakly tried to push is arm away from his sensitive cock, yet had no energy to put more effort.

You had been sucking harder and harder on Katsuki cock, yet you wanted more. You need more.

Releasing his cock with a wet pop and string of saliva, twitching with want. He looked down at you annoyed yet caring, since he did love you for years on end and dreamed of this day to come.

You looked at Izuku, wiggling your ass to his direction. Eyes pooled with lust and body shivering with excitement, you started to beg.

"Izu-kun. P-Please nha.. fuck me.." your voice was a rough yet a silky song to his blessed ears, his size leveled up at the simple demand.

Swallowing his spit, he nodded in a shy manner. Slowly placing himself behind you and digging in his pants to pull himself out. Until he felt a rise of jealousy as he saw how lovely Katsuki felt as you devoured his throbbing cock.

He glanced up at him, signaling his classmate that he would like to switch spots.

Chuckling while shaking his head, completely confused to why he would want your mouth( not saying you don't give good head.) Instead of your preciously silk tight walls that would suck you back in for more.

Not complaining you watched them change spots, either way you would be sucking someone off and being filled with a nice firm dick. When the two placed themselves at your wholes.

Eyes half closed and tongue hanging out to let room for Izuku, you could sense his desire just based of his heavy breathing. His face already dripping with sweat and a heated blush coloring his soft cheeks.

He gently placed the tip on your tongue, shivering at the sudden wetness and hot air coming from your soft puffy lips.

Katsuki stroked his wet cock a couple of times as he glared at the whole that was clenching itself every once in awhile. Clicking his tongue at the roof of his mouth he bubbled with glee. His vision already getting hazy as he only put the tip into your whole.

In one full move, Katsuki had shoved his cock into you, the sudden movement had forced the timid green hair male to have his cock inhaled in a matter of seconds. He squaled at the dripping hot cave that had a lovely muscle already swirling to taste him. Izuku unconsciously bucking into your mouth as his nerves sang in joy, his eyes dilated as he could only watch the roof. Bones heating up, and shock waves running through is brain in a fantastic way.

Katsuki moving in a mix of slow and faster pace to edge himself at every moment he could. Gripping your hips in place. He saw how your thighs shook with each thrust, cute moans that sent vibration to Izukus slimy dick.

Senses crying out, your mind was pulsing with bliss with every thrust and moan leaving the older boys mouths, sweet pain feeling like a message by the Gods in every quivering inch of your body. A cute virgin, now a hungry monster.

"Wait K-Kacchan! You can't just-!"

"Why not.. fuck you are just turning me on more you damn nerd! Just let me..." Bakugou and Midoriya had been busy as well, slowly finding out that they were also attracted to one another.

Bakugou had prepared Midoriya for his whining cock, that was begging to messy up his childhood friends insides. His face was turned to a lovingly kind yet toughness painting. He slowly pushed himself inside the green hairs boy.

Both moaning at the sudden feeling.

"F-fuck! Kacchan!" Midoriya cried out, blood running cold and hot at the stimulating shock.

The clenching and sucking of Midoriya's inside drove Bakugou wild. He found it werid how he wanted to also pretend he was inside of you but you and Midoriya found you both every attractive all of a sudden.

The two young boys stared into eachothers eyes with a spark they never saw before.

"Damn Deku... why do you look so hot.." Bakugou leaded into his friends soft lips, digging himself deeper into Midoriya.

A muffled moan is eating as Bakugou refused to pull back, roughly yet slowly thrusting in and out of his friend.

Moving to the three of you, Katsuki and Izuku seemed to sparkle with a change of heart. Izuku stared at Katsuki who pounded into your ass with no mercy. You legs twitching with each thrust and mind fuzzy with the taste of Izuku.

The two older males leaded in for eachothers Lips and kissed of the first time. Heat rising around them they sucked on eachothers tongues, their saliva dripping into your back.

Flinching and quivering you loved the sounds and smells, the feelings and the taste.

You were losing it. That fantastic bomb about to blow as is seemed everyone was getting louder and louder.

The two males shoving you with their dicks pulled away and told you they were about to cum.

"Oh! God I'm gonna cum in your MoUth! Oh God oh GOD!"

"Yea! Take my cum! Oh yea yea YEA NhA!"

You gripped izukus hips and pulled him deeper into your throat. While your legs wrapped around Katsuki and pulled him in deeper.

Screams and moans filled the room as it seemed that everyone came at the same time. A hot liquid filled your mouth and scarred hands gripped your hair as his hips weakly thrusted the rest in.

Katsuki and gripped your hips hard, you swore you were bruised as his dick throbbed and splashed his seed in you.

Little explosion are heard as a couple of groans fall from the two younger boys. Bakugou had lost control of his quirk but thank God he was gripping Dekus cloths.

Your vision was spotting with black as you had no feeling in your body.

Fainting in Izukus lap you were left with a lovely warm feeling. Darkness consuming you.

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"Hey (L/N)-kun!" Midoriya ran up to you as you walked side by side with Bakugou.

He blushed at the up coming male. His heart skipping a beat yet he did not know why.

You smile tiredly as you let out a yawn.

Only to whine in pain.

"Are you okay (L/N)-kun?" Midoriya asked worried.

Bakugou sighed in annoyances as he looked at Midoriya.

"His throat hurts. He doesn't know why but he is probably sick or something." He mumbled with he walked slightly ahead to hide his blush from the sight of both you and Midoriya.

You nod and whine when you swallow your spit.

Midoriya chated with you for a bit till he ran up to Bakugou asking him God knows what.

The two males in front did not know or remember the heated time they all shared.

But you for sure, remember every minute.

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yandere-society · 4 years

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The Watcher

Pairing: Hoseok x Female Reader

Synopsis: You were supposed to be living your dream life… One where you would be able to start a happy family with your partner but instead here you were - sleep deprived and terrified of the very own walls you once called home. All because of him - he who haunted you day and night, he who surrounded the hidden corners of your mind. He, who called himself: ‘The Watcher.’

Word Count: 4.3k

Warnings: Yandere themes, Suicide mention, Abusive relationship, Mentions of mental illness

Headline: Couple Flee Dream Home After Threats From “The Watcher”

Admin: @roses-ruby

“Are you sure on the color? I didn’t know you liked green at all.”

“Yeah,” You reply casually, taking a mug out from the moving box. There was a paper wrapped around the mug for glass protection – one you discarded back into the package before placing the cup on the marbled counter. The kitchen window didn’t have curtains yet, which let warm sunlight pour into the room and light up the whole area. “It’s a really soft green. I think it’s optimistic.”

Your husband scoffs playfully as you walk over to the coffee maker. You had just moved in yesterday so your dream house – ready to be filled with everything you’ve cultivated throughout the years – only contained a mass of unloaded belongings. Yet still, nothing could beat the simple contentment of just existing in the exact place you’ve always wanted.

“I’m so happy to be here.”

“Well, I’m glad someone is.” Taehyung interrupts your wonder.

You stare at him with an eyebrow raised, grabbing the coffee pot, “Another letter?”

“Yup, the fourth one.” He sighs, “These neighborhood kids you know…they’re kinda creepy…”

Ever since you moved in you’ve been receiving odd, unmarked envelopes with strangely worded letters inside. They contained weird riddles and vague threats but neither of you were alarmed, deducing that the neighboring children were playing a prank on the newbies. Stranger things have happened, right? Perhaps you were both fools still in the honeymoon phase, too excited about your first month of marriage and future life to be brought down by such shenanigans.

“Oh, they’ll stop eventually. What was it this time though?”

“Something about the works of Jean-Paul Sartre or something-”

As soon as you heard the name, you froze in your tracks with the coffee pot hanging over the blue mug. Jean-Paul Sartre? No, it couldn’t be. It had to be a coincidence. Your husband seemed to be saying something in the background, but your brain was too blurred to listen. There was no way it was him. Even if there has only ever been one man you’ve encountered who was in love with the French philosopher as much as you were. It’s not him – not after 6 years. Not him.

“___?” His soft voice fills your ears, “___, I won’t let you go. You’re mine, now and forever-”

“___?” You suddenly feel someone grab your arm, snapping you out of your nightmare as you come face to face with your husband.

“…Huh?”

“Are you alright, ___? You look a little pale.” He asks, with concern lacing his features.

“I…I’m fine…I’m alright Taehyung…you know just…with the move and all…I’m tired…sorry…” You stutter out a response which he obviously didn’t believe. The more you gaze into his orbs, the more frightened you feel. Instead of easing his worry, your mind was only thinking of one thing: this can’t happen again, not again. Deciding that you didn’t want to be interrogated further, you move away from him, turning around and changing the subject.

“So…I’ll grab the paints today-”

“I’ll do it,” He interrupts, “If you’re tired you should go lie down.”

He walks past you, out of the room and a minute later you hear the front door open and shut. You just stand there – like a fool, wishing you could stop this feeling of fear and remorse from paralyzing you. Everything was going so well and then you had to go and ruin it by bringing him back into your conscience. Clenching your fist tight, you begin to cry, loathing yourself the most in that moment. This is what always happens to you when it concerns him and it’s why you don’t want him to come back into your life.

Please, not him.

“It does look optimistic!”

“Like a field of grass in front of a farmer!”

“Ugh, again?” You groan at your husband’s habit of cringe-inducing analogies.

“Oh, come on they’re cute!” He says, wrapping his arms around you as you laugh. The wall paint had finally dried and the soft green had settled nicely along with your furniture that you both had exhaustingly positioned in place. While you were playfully wrestling each other in the living room, you heard a small rustle of paper from the front door indicating the arrival of mail.

“I’ll get it!” You shout, removing his large limbs from you.

He chases you to the front door, tickling you as you pick up the fallen mail and begin to scour through the bills and ads for something important over a fit of laughter. The amusement and hustling came to a halt once you found another blank envelope in between your fingers. No one made a sound, already knowing who the sender would be.

“I’ll throw it out…” You hear the anger in your husband’s tone as he holds out his hand.

But rather than giving him the envelope, something inside of you encourages you to open it and take out the letter inside. There was a heavy, malevolent lull that surrounded the atmosphere as you began to read its contents.

“Dear ___, so divine.

I can’t stop running until you’re mine.

I keep this leash for the sake of peace,

and I’ll bite my tongue until blood fills my lung.

But Dear ___, so divine.

You should know that you’ll be mine.

I’ll watch you sleep and torch your wings

Until you’re wearing my wedding ring.

Sincerely, The Watcher.

“…What the fuck…” You could hear the horror in Taehyung’s voice. “How does he know your name?”

Because it’s him. Of course it is.

“It’s…nothing,” You say absentmindedly, laughing as you place the letter back in the envelope with trembling digits, “Just kids… playing a prank…”

“This is not the work of ‘some kids!’ It’s obviously a psychopath!” He yells in panic

“Don’t…” You mutter, an abrupt beating in your brain, “Don’t raise your voice, Tae.”

“But __-”

“I said it’s the fucking kids, didn’t I?” You grit in his face with your eyebrows furrowed.

He gapes at you for a second, his face a mix of confusion and shock, before he takes a step back. Taehyung didn’t understand why you were upset and he wanted to argue but then he saw the color leave your face.

You were staring straight at him, until you couldn’t anymore. The walls that were so beloved a minute ago now came closing in on you. Your breathing became hoarse and you took in large amounts of air to compensate up till the point where you couldn’t perceive clearly.

“___?” Your husband, a mere black silhouette, shook your arms as you began to bend over.

You panted as hard as you could, but you weren’t able to breathe and started to choke on your own spit. His image was lodging itself throughout your mind and the tears that crept out of your eye sockets felt like stones. This is exactly what you were afraid of, this is exactly why you didn’t want to believe it was him.

“Slowly baby! Breath slowly! Calm down!” His speech became foggy as your vision began to fade.

“H…seok-”

And then it was all black.

You woke up with a gasp, the image of a white ceiling sticking to your eyes. Did you pass out?

“Are you okay?” You hear your husband and turn your face to see him sitting on the floor next to you, who laid on the sofa. His face was downcast, hand holding onto you tightly as you slowly recalled everything that happened before you fainted.

“Yeah…I’m fine…”

Taehyung’s expression brought back that feeling again. That traitorous fear, that immense guilt. He deserved none of it and you hated yourself for making him worry. Countless times – you told yourself that you were over him and you could now wholeheartedly move on with your husband. But it seems like that was nothing but your own deceitfulness.

How did he even find you? What did he want from you now after six whole years? You try to sit up, wanting to feel as complete as you did before the wretched moment this afternoon.

“Tae…a-about the letter-”

“Hey, hey, hey, don’t worry about that.” He smiles, helping you up by placing his hand against the small of your back, “…Just like you said, a prank, right?”

Taehyung, a man so usually stubborn – there was something off about his stance that you couldn’t pinpoint. But whatever it was, you were fine with it as long as it meant that you wouldn’t have to confront that. So, with a tense smile, you lie through your teeth.

“Y…yeah.”

And maybe this was your own undoing, but in that very second, when he gives you a beaming grin, you laugh. A bolder of pressure releasing from your shoulders. It’s alright, this was still your house and you were still safe here. Away from him.

You don’t notice Tae’s face falling as soon as you looked away.

When you woke up again, it had already been a month.

A month of living in your dream home with the dream life you’ve always wanted. Nothing could make you happier. You leave the bed and wander into the hall to remind yourself that this was real – that this serene place really existed, and you were going to start your new married life here. Placing your hand against the painted green wall, you marvel at the beautiful blend of colors and textures.

You found yourself searching for your husband around the large house you got to call a home. It had been your goal since long ago to own a place like this. Of course, back then you had desired the commitment with your then boyfriend, Hoseok.

In that instant you stop walking. Hoseok. It’s been a long time since you’ve recalled that man and hadn’t withdrawn in apprehension. He was a happy man, the Hoseok that everyone loved. A handsome man that was always glowing with a bright ball energy, he was everyone’s friend…a mood maker. There wasn’t anyone who didn’t love him. But the Hoseok you knew – your Hoseok was a monster.

A monster hell bent on possessing you.

Everyone adored him, but he only loved you. You were so delighted that he did, so overcome with joy that you hadn’t realized then that his fondness came with many setbacks. He made you laugh, he made you cry, but mostly, he made you feel love in a way you didn’t think was possible. Blame it on your youth – you were too wrapped up in the idea of Hoseok’s affection to understand that it wasn’t normal.

He wasn’t normal.

So, you overlooked his possessive nature and his jealousy and his anger. But your body didn’t. Your skin still held scars he cultivated through nights of sexual torture. Your ears still remember the words he used to berate you. Wounds you used to adore left you with raw shame after he discarded you. So much shame, that you couldn’t even think about him or your relationship with him without utter dread grabbing at your bones. However, it didn’t matter much anymore. You were no longer a young girl desperate for his approval… you were an adult – a woman who fell in love and got married to the only man she’ll ever need.

He won’t be able to possess you ever again; he was a monster. You’re so thankful that he hadn’t sent another letter for a while now, although his silence was a tad unnerving.

The door you stood in front of creaked suddenly, catching your attention. It was then that you realized you had ended up in front of your husband’s home office. That’s right, you were looking for your husband. A much kinder and sane person.

With a smile, you push open the door to be greeted with a large, soundless room. Your smile disappears as you spot the mess of papers on your husband’s desk. They were littered everywhere, covering the whole table while some fell onto the chair and the floor. You never knew that a messy pile of papers could look so menacing. The beating of your heart grew louder as you stepped closer to the desk.

You pick up a letter, then another – then many more as horror starts to fill your lungs. More poems and threats – all of them scattered in erratic handwriting that spelled insanity. All of them signed, ‘The Watcher.’ Had it gotten this bad? But when? How? Your husband hadn’t told you about any of this.

Your eyes land on a particular letter and you begin to read it against your own will. It wasn’t addressed to anyone, the only one that directly contained your name was the divine poem. Still, you knew if it was from him, then it was for you.

Do you remember when we used to visit that bistro across the street from your dorms? How cold it was that one night, and you hated the cold so I held your hand in mine to keep you warm. Your whole body was a chill and I took pride in heating every inch of your heart. I could watch you for hours on end, and never bore. I loved you dearly, only you. That’s why I’ll watch you for a thousand nights and love you for a thousand more.

Sincerely, The Watcher.

The bistro…you vaguely remember that place. Two college students barging in half high and so annoyingly in love. Hoseok would get so upset when you made eye contact with other male customers and sometimes, he would pick fights with them. Take them behind an alley and return all black and blue.

“I won.” He’d say with a grin while you cried your eyes out, wondering what was wrong with him but being too devoted to his smile to actually care.

“Why…why now…” You muffled in a painful voice.

Suddenly you heard the sound of words being spoken in the distance. It came from downstairs, somewhere near the front door. You gradually moved towards the voice, not wanting to be alone with your thoughts. Once you were in the living room, you stopped and hid halfway between a wall, spotting your husband talking to a man in a suit.

“I just…don’t know detective…”

Detective? He called the police?

“The letters, they’re deranged…and they’re just getting worse I’m- I’m afraid for me and my wife…I don’t know what to do…”

“Well, I can tell you to not worry too much.” The older gentleman replied in a gruff voice, “Whoever this is hasn’t done anything but send letters, so it seems like he’s just playing with you. I’ll have someone patrolling the block for a while, and we’ll be the ones receiving your mail before you do for now. I’ll be back to collect those letters and…we’ll catch this jerk in a matter of days, I’m sure.”

It seems like this case doesn’t interest him much.

“Th-thank you officer I just…worry about my wife she’s…she was so happy here and then…ever since we started getting these damned letters- that freak even knows her name-”

“Are you sure you don’t want us to question her? Perhaps she knows who this person is.”

“No. I don’t think it will be good for her at all. Last time she read a letter, she had a panic attack… they really upset her, so please…she can’t know of any more.”

“Alright…we’ll see what we can do for now and I’ll follow up in a couple of days…”

“Thank you so much officer-”

Their voices begin to blend into the background as you turned around so that your back was against the wall you hid with. You were finally, finally starting to be happy…truly happy so why? Why would he come back and threaten everything you’ve grown to hold dear? Anger and pain were swimming in your heart. Wasn’t he the one who left you behind? What did he want from you now?

“Why now…Hoseok…”

Two and a half months.

Two and a half months of acting awkward and silent around one another. You sigh, sitting in your car and bracing yourself before you walk through your front door. A month ago, coming home from work was comforting, but now it just felt drawn out and agonizing. Both of you were hiding secrets, and you both simmered in guilt because of it. But it wasn’t any of his fault; it was all yours.

You, who couldn’t get over that damn bastard that left you all those years ago.

Taehyung had always been so kind to you, and you who came out of such a torturous relationship appreciated that more than anything. Yet the thought of him finding out about Hoseok – about everything you let Hoseok do to you was mortifying. Would he, who treats you with so much care, think of you the same after he’s known the truth? It’s why you could never tell him.

You’re not sure if there had been any new letters, since the police was sorting through your mail before it came back to you. But deep down inside, in a secret place, you wanted to see what Hoseok had to say. If he was still reaching out to you, if he was still watching you. With one last breathe, you open the car door and step down, ready to trudge back into your room and forget these thoughts.

Yet suddenly, when you were a few feet from your front door, you hear someone call out your name.

It was a lady, short bobbed hair - someone you knew you’ve seen before. She held a microphone in her hand and there was a man with a camera chasing her. There were many others with similar mics and cams rushing towards you with an eager look in their hungry eyes.

Your heart drops once you realize who they were. Reporters.

A whole group of them.

“Ms. ___, how long have you been receiving these letters now?”

“Is it true that this Watcher is from a previous affair you had behind your husband’s back?”

“Is he just some stalker?”

“How does he know your name? How do you feel about him knowing your name?”

“Are you and your husband sleeping in separate rooms?”

You started to speed towards your door as they all surrounded you, bombarding you with personal questions. Most of them kept saying your name over and over while shoving their devices in your face. So many thoughts ran across your mind but at the moment you were in no position to think calmly. Holding your breath, you managed to make it to the front door and took out your key. There was a slight struggle between you and the lock which they all saw, but still kept hounding on you.

Another panic attack was coming up, you could feel it. It seems like the police has been nothing but incompetent and now your private situation was to become a media debacle. You tried hard to concentrate on opening the door amidst the frenzy. Finally, you were able to make it safely inside and slam the door shut behind, with wild pants leaving your lips.

Your husband heard the noise and rushed from the kitchen to where you stood with a stupid look on his face.

“__-”

“Why are there reporters?”

“What?”

“WHY ARE THERE REPORTERS IN MY DRIVEWAY ASKING ME ABOUT THE FUCKING LETTERS?”

“I-I-I don’t-”

“Who did you tell?” You sneer

“I…I didn’t…just the police I promise!” He genuinely seemed shocked, to which you groaned. His expression became fearful, “You don’t think…that the police…”

“Well someone had to leak it!” Falling onto your knees, you place your head in your hands.

You thought you could come home, that once you came home this headache would end, but it was the loudest when you were in here. All you wanted was to fucking breathe – not hide in your house behind closed curtains, afraid and embarrassed to death with this loud pounding in your brain.

“___...” Taehyung steps close to you, and it seemed like he wanted to take you in his arms.

“Don’t touch me!” You shout, making him flinch. “…don’t touch me…”

You were yelling but it was not out of anger. This was all your fault – everything was your fault and you felt nothing but disgust for yourself. Taehyung shouldn’t touch you or he’d become dirty too. For a moment you thought about telling him everything until your eyes caught something behind him.

All the noise outside only subsided once you zeroed in on an envelope slightly sticking out of the antique dresser drawer in your entrance hallway.

“How did that get there?” You slowly lift your hand to point towards it.

Taehyung follows your finger to the antique drawer, and you see the shock form on his face. All the letters were supposed to arrive in the mail which is filtered by the police so how did that get in here?

Was that man…

Was Hoseok in your house?

With a gulp, you stand up and walk closer to the drawer. You look over at Taehyung once you were standing in front of it, and he seemed defeated. Both by this cursed house and the mysterious man watching over it. Closing your eyes, you open the drawer and retrieve the envelope. Falling to the floor once you see that it’s blank again, with a single letter inside.

“I’ll watch you forever.”

Sincerely, The Watcher.

“Honey, the truck’s almost packed.”

“Yeah, just a minute.” You sing-song, staring at the mug you were about to place into the moving box. A strained smile stretches across your face as you think back to three months ago when you were unpacking all your little gadgets and trinkets, ready to settle into this house you once called home. That was a dream and like most dreams, it didn’t last too long. This place was now just a cause of your despair, it made you miserable.

After many sleepless night and restless days, you had decided to move out and try a start a new life somewhere else. Hopefully a place that could put you to ease - one that Hoseok could never reach. Taehyung wanted to move further north, which made you happy because you loved the cold.

Wait…you loved the cold? That’s not right, is it?

Also, it’s not like Hoseok could actually follow you. Because he…wait…how was it that he left you again? You know he left you – you keep repeating it to yourself, but you don’t remember him ever breaking up with you. He never really ‘physically’ broke up with you, did he?

There it was yet again. A loud obscurity corrupting your brain.

When suddenly, a realization comes over you.

Your head whirls towards the box you hovered over. You place the mug on the floor and begin to scrummage through the old box, searching for something specific. Glass protection. Once you feel the crinkly skin of paper, you take it out and smooth it over. The pounding in your head was back, and it was the strongest it has ever been.

Just as you thought, the paper had the familiar ink scribbles of an odd poem. It was a letter. Signed by The Watcher.

How could this be?

This paper was inside the box – you had used it for packing way before you ever stepped foot into this house. Yet for some reason, you can’t recall getting a letter from The Watcher before you moved in here. For a minute nothing made sense to you. It just felt like your conscious was off floating somewhere.

And then you looked up at the painted wall.

“I didn’t know you liked green at all.”

That’s because you don’t. No, of course you don’t, you like blue.

The one who likes green is-

A loud gasp leaves you as your behind makes contact with the floor. Every single thing comes crashing down at once, all the dots start to connect.

Hoseok likes green. Hoseok likes the cold.

Hoseok is…Hoseok is….

He’s dead.

He took his own life 6 years ago… he left you behind. It wasn’t him that’s been writing those letters-

“It was me.”

You forgot. No, you made yourself forget. Because there was no other way for you to cope. Instead of facing the truth, you repressed the memory of his death and then you began to haunt yourself using his image. Hoseok was a domineering force in your life and after possessing every inch of you till the point that there wasn’t a you without him, your mind was unable to comprehend his sudden departure. Tears began to roll down your face as you started to remember it all. Every moment you became ‘him’ and wrote those letters to yourself. You’ve done so for six whole years.

The reason why you’ve never evoked this before just now was the same reason as to why your trauma never became a problem for you until you moved into this house. It was because you just got married. Your mind had become fragile since his death, so shortly after writing and ‘mailing’ yourself these letters for comfort, you would read them and forget with ease, thanks to your isolation. But now that Taehyung was here – now that you were living with him, he became a witness to those letters and therefore gave them an ‘existence.’

He brought Hoseok back to ‘life’ in your brain.

It all made sense now. The headaches and the unbearable pain. You always knew there was something off but could never remember why. All those moments where you were scared of Hoseok, but never afraid of him showing up. Every time you pondered on the consequences of his being, rather than worry about him as a person at all. Only now, you’ve finally put the missing puzzle pieces together. Hoseok wasn’t watching you anymore…he couldn’t.

It was you, The Watcher.

You were the one keeping the monster alive. And you were the only one who could conclusively end him.

“___?” You hear the small, scared voice of your husband from the back. It seems like he heard your cries.

With a quick exhale, you turn around to face him. Looking at him straight in the eyes without any fear for the very first time. Your Tae, who deserved the truth no matter the cost.

“Taehyung…I have something I need to tell you.”

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Chapter 1

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The day I was first killed was tedious.

When you’re raised in the Summer Court, certain traditions are found there. When you are five you receive your first dagger. I almost hit my lessons teacher in the eye with that little stunt I pulled. When you are 10 they start with basic strength, endurance, and speed training. I beat up Katsuki Bakugou for making fun of me that year. When you’re really curious, they take you up for assassination training. I was a prodigy at it…

I got so good in fact that I climbed the ranks at the young tender age of 18. Summer Court likes tradition, yes, but I was something unprecedented, unorthodox. Something bigger.

Working for the Summer Court had its perks, yes. This was one of them. As I walked among the snakes of the Autumn Court, I felt a curl of unease flow through me. Yvonne, the one who usually handles our information, said that our biggest client’s rival was supposed to be at the ball. As if that makes my life any easier. Everyone wanted someone from the Autumn Court dead. But no one wanted to be seen doing it. Looking at the throng of people, laughing and talking amongst themselves, I smirk slightly.

‘Autumn Court sure has a lot of balls.’ I thought to myself snidely. ‘ I wonder what they could be celebrating this time’ Before I had time to dwell on the thought any longer, the familiar voice of one of my good friends (not to mention on my team) Amira trickles through.

“Why does everyone in this Autumn Court look bummy?” The rude question isn’t uncommon for Amira, though I wish she chose her moments.

“You’re not supposed to say shit like that out loud!”Mina, another teammate (and good friend) jokes.

Stifling up a laugh, and not wanting to attract attention, I whisper back “If both of you don’t shut the fuck up...”

“This is why I don’t work with them” Yvonne sighs into the mic. She was the best informant Summer Court has ever had, and I was always grateful she was on my team. “They never take shit seriously.”

“Neither do you, Von, shut up!”

“Swear to Nyx if y’all don’t shut up, we can leave right now.”

“Fine…” they all chorus in my ear and I hear silence for the first time.

My eyes scan the crowd of people carefully, assessing each one before seeing my target. But before I could move into place, a flash of green appeared at the corner of my eye.

“Oh fuck no…”

I hated many things. The horrid smell of rotting flesh, bugs, failing my parents. But above all else, I hated a specific person. And if he’s here tonight…

Well, it would make my life harder.

Sighing softly, I weave slowly through the crowd, not letting the clammy bodies touch me. Eventually, I make my way down to the main floor. Making sure that my ears were covered, I attempted to get closer to the target, feeling for the poison that was in the many pockets of the dress.

I feel someone touch my shoulder lightly and it takes everything in me to not grab the person’s arm and twist it. Instead, I turn around slowly, facing to meet lavender eyes.

Fuck. Hitoshi Shinsou, Autumn Court’s Master Interrogator. If he was here, then…

“A dance m’lady?” He doesn’t seem to recognize me as he stoops into a low bow, eyes scanning my face

“Oh, he's kinda cute!” Mira whispers into the com.

“I haven’t seen you around before. Are you new?” His voice breaks through the mumble of the communicator.

“Well, I’m certainly not old.” That incites a chuckle from him.

“A lady with secrets, my favorite kind.” I scan the floor seeing the target get farther and farther away. I needed to get out of this situation and out of here.

“The dance?” I quirk my lips up into a smile.

And with that, we dance. He wasn’t a terrible dancer, spinning me ‘round the floor with a grace that only the Upper Ranks could achieve. I let myself get caught up in the dance, losing myself in the flow of the music.

“(Y/n). The mission” Yvonne’s voice echoes in my ear as I’m snapped back to reality. Right, the mission.

I suddenly pretended Shinsou stepped on my foot. Bending over in faux agony and forcing tears to come to my eyes, Shinsou fumbles at my pain. I feel a small pang of guilt, looking at his distressed face.

“Oh gosh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean it.” He leads me over to a small sitting area, not a far distance from my target. Watching Shinsou get lost in the crowd I make my move.

I walked over, inching closer and closer to my target. There was a glass of ale his hand was resting on, delicate fingers winding around the glass. Pulling a small pill from one of the many pockets of my dress, I place it carefully into the glass. Making my way back across the room, I watch as my target drinks the ale ‘till it’s empty to my original position.

‘Spring Court has its uses’, I thought smiling to myself.

“All right, This is an Upper-Rank Investigation!”

Oh, come the fuck on. And right when I was leaving too.

A male voice rings out in the middle of the confused court members. I recognized that voice…

“(Y/n), get out of there!” Mina says into the communicator. “Working on it.” Shit. Why were Upper-Rank boot lickers here? Shit, this was bad, I needed to get out of there.

I back away from the door slowly, trying not to bring attention to myself. A hand came out and gripped the back of my arm.

“Where do you think you’re going, Summer Court scum” the hot and familiar voice of Shinsou rings in my ear. I grit my teeth, fearing to say anything due to their power.

He rips the comm from my ear, and upon hearing the cries from my friends, crushes it

“We have suspicion to believe that a Summer Court Assassin is here. Nobody moves, this will take a couple of minutes.”

And then I see him. The bane of my existence, everything in me sings in disgust and anger, as I try not to lunge at him. Izuku Midoriya. The heir to the Autumn throne. And my worst nightmare.

“No need,” Shinsou calls out, a smirk gracing his features. “I got ‘er right here”

His cold green eyes bore into me as he smiles. “There she is! My favorite assassin (Y/n)! It’s good to see you again honey.” His voice was like syrup, undoubtedly sticky and sweet. The heady sound of hypnosis.

“Seize her guards! We finally got the infamous (Y/n), top assassin of the Summer court.” The guards move hesitantly like they were afraid. I hope so because they should be. Then everything happens all I once. I pull myself out of Shinsou’s grip, running towards the exit, which happens to be, in front of me.

“Lucky me,” I smile unsheathing the concealed daggers slipping them into my hands “Looks like the Prince brought me toys to play with.”

Oh, how I missed fighting. The rush of dodging and weaving never knowing if my next move is going to be my last. The feel of the blades in my hands as I cut down opponents, watching their terrified faces fall to the ground one by one. It fills me with so much strength knowing that I’m so much better than them.

And then my leg got nicked. The sharp sting of pain de-railing my train of thought.

“Fuck,” I yelled out loud as more soldiers descended upon me. They threw my daggers away from me first, restraining my wrists and upper arm for no movements. They forced me to my knees, and I look around at the now-empty ballroom. The heavy smell of iron and salt dancing in the air as the blood of the fallen soldiers surround me. I wasn't squeamish, but I didn't really want to ruin my dress.

Footsteps echo towards me, the clanking of boots reverbing in my head. A gloved hand grips my chin, forcing me to look up. Green eyes bore into mines. “Hi love,” Izuku smiles at my grimace at the nickname. “Quite a mess you’ve made of my soldiers. Now, look at the extra work you’ve given me. They were good people. Honest. And now-”

“None of us are honest,” I spit the words at him “You know that better than me.”

“Maybe I do and maybe I don’t. Now here’s the deal, pet. I will have to take you in now. You have made quite a name for yourself and have to turn you in. Nothing personal”

“With you? Everything’s personal.”

Letting go of my chin, Izuku stands once more.

“You might be right (Y/n). You’ll have a lot of time to reflect in your jail cell. Now sleep.” That was the last thing I heard before my eyes grew heavy and I fell asleep.

Mira’s Pov

I rip the communicator from my ear in anger, slamming the tiny black device onto the table.

“Taking your anger out on our stuff isn’t going to make (Y/n) come back.”

I look over to the blank face of Von, rolling my eyes. (Y/n) got caught and by our intel (and the fact the Hitoshi Shinsou was there) were knew that the Autumn Court had taken her. And now the issue was how we were going to get her back.

“I mean,” Mina’s voice pops up, the small twinge of hope laced throughout her words. “Why can’t we just go in and take her back?”

“Because Summer isn’t really on good terms with Autumn”

“Are we really on good terms with anyone?” Summer Court’s standing had always been rocky with the others. We were always called the lowest, doing everyone’s dirty job, but in fact, we knew more about the other Courts than everyone else. People fear what they don’t understand and hate what they fear.

But these last few years, Autumn’s seemed to have a personal grudge with us. No one knew the exact details but it was something involving (Y/n) and the prince of Autumn.

“They’d kill us on the spot if they knew who we were” Von’s voice cuts in through my thoughts.

“But don’t they realize they kidnapped the princess? This is asking for war!” Mina was right. If (Y/n) got hurt it wouldn’t just be her parents that got mad.

“Who’s going to tell Bakugou?” I ask softly. The van is quiet as we all debated internally.

“Well, I’m not doing it. I actually like living and being here. You can fight it over if you two have a death wish.”

I shake my head at Von, signaling that I won’t do it either. Bakugou’s temper was infamous and when it comes to people he loves, there was no telling what he would do.

“Fuck y’all. Now I have to go deal with the dumbass wrecking ball. If I get hurt, y’all gonna pay Spring Court to heal me.”

“Yeah, yeah. Just make sure you dodge fast enough, or you’ll actually get hurt.” Mina gives me a small smile in sympathy.

Sighing I head to the front of the car. We had to make it back before Autumn found us too. I’d never hear the end of it from the king if we also got caught.

And with that, we drive off, chaos awaiting us in the Summer Court.

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A Kiss To Build a Dream On

Rating: Explicit Relationship: Monster Boss x F!Worker Warnings: Blood mention, Violence, fluff, confusion of intention, gang boss, ladies go crazy for a sharp dressed man, cursing, sex, teleporting to avoid explaining

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Tender isn’t a word anyone would use to describe the boss, but for her he can’t be anything but.

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I roughly slam the door, grumbling to myself as I stomp towards the backrooms of the office. My fists stay firmly clenched at my sides as fire burns from within my chest. The bruises ache along my face, my cheek and eye throbbing with every beat of my heart. I shoulder check workers at I storm to my bunk at the end of the hall, not even bothering to deal with anyone's teasing today.

The door is in sight, the sweet relief of solitude isn’t enough to stifle the anger. Knowing I'm going in there to lick my wounds like some child or weakling. When I reach the peaceful silence of my own room I begin angrily wrestling off my clothes, tossing the lightly blood-splattered garments to the corner. Grabbing some clothes off the floor I march into the bathroom. Throwing on some baggy pants and a tank top, I look in the mirror.

For the first time this day, my anger steps aside. The sight of my swelling eye and split cheek is shocking. I've been hit before, it's not really new, but it's never been so startling. My cheek wound has bled enough to dribble down to my collar. The line of blood ends where my shirt was, no doubt the clothing is sporting a lovely red spot. I guess that's what happens when someone plays cheap with a jewelry covered punch. The rage boils once more till I spit in the sink.

I can't bring myself to look any longer. Rushing out into the main room I grumble once more. A tantrum in the making, I throw my fists around, I bare my teeth towards the floor, I kick at anything decorating the ground. Clothes get pushed around the room, thunking against the wall. A suitcase gets launched under the bed and a wall is hit for good measures.

As I seethe to myself I catch movement out the corner of my eye. I go stalk still, turning slowly to the poor soul who decided it would be a good time to check-in. A well dress man is inspecting a wrecked shirt, the same shirt I wore minutes before. He admires the bloodstain near the neckline, thumbing the spot with a lax face.

"Sir," I play my best pleasant voice," now is not a good time." it all comes out terse and strained but it's the best I can do. Boss hums, still looking at my shirt. It takes a few seconds before he bothers looking my way. His dark complexation almost shadows the flex of his brow when he catches sight of my beaten self. His quickly flexing jaw is just barely noticeable in the darkness of the corner.

"So it would seem," he answers smoothly. He tosses the shirt to the side without care, adjusting his hat before he steps further into the room. His intrusion is unwelcome, to say the least, and him stepping closer boils my blood even more.

"Sir," I growl," It's really not a good time." typical boss continues to ignore me, succeeding like he always does when we talk in making me grind my teeth to dust. He hums in answer again, walking till he is a few feet in front of me. His hands are clasped behind his back, his brow low as he regards me.

"I will ask this once," he starts," what happened?"

I sneer, immediately answering," Nothing, everything is fine." he responds with a tilt of his head, watching me with an almost amused look. We stare each other down, stubbornness helping me with this battle. The boss has a tendency in sticking his nose in other people's business. Which is fine for everyone else, a good trait to have a boss who takes care of his people, but it’s not fine for me. I don't want his constant attention, sticking around to rub my nose in it. He never has to say anything, his judging look is enough to knock me down a peg.

As I stew in my thoughts he reaches out and grabs my jaw. His fingers dig into my skin, demanding absolute cooperation. I know better than to move, stiffening as I fight the urge to jerk away from his scrutiny. He leans down close, looking over the cuts, tilting my head this way and that.

"Rings or knuckles," he asks casually.

My jaw pops," Rings."

He hums," Howley boys or street wolves?"

I scoff," pixie chicks." he nods, dropping my jaw in favor of using his phone. The device appears in a blink, acting like it was always there. He clicks away at the phone lazily for a short moment before poofing it away as quickly as it appeared. Without a word, he grabs my shoulder and walks me into the bathroom. Too curious, I let him guide me to sit on the toilet. I sit and watch him work near the sink, opening the medicine cabinet.

"What are you doing," I ask, tilting forward to get a better look. Before I can get a look around the mirror he shuts it.

"You have no bandages," he scoffs. The tone sounds scolding like I'm some child being talked down by a parent. I quickly catch on to what's happening, I don't much care for it.

I stand," no, get out. I'd like to be alone now to tend to my ego and I don't need you here to yell about how dumb I am." before I could walk around him towards the beds he grabs me once more and twists me back to the bathroom.

"No, sit," he shoves me towards the toilet," I am tending to you now." my anger rolls in again like the second coming of a storm. I don't need his pity or favor, I can take care of myself.

"What does it matter? It's not like you care," I pout, stewing in rumbling fury. I don't bother to stand again, knowing his great power that rivals many. He is a supervillain in his own right, a blight on society but a hero to some. I can't see him as a bad person but I know the lengths he has gone to to be where he is. You gotta crack a few eggs, you know?

I don't notice him staring down at me, too busy glaring at the wall to notice. It's not till he grabs my jaw again do I bother to pay him any mind. When our eyes meet I am startled by his depth. His face demands attention at this moment, locking me in his stare. My feelings dissipate till only alarm is left. Reprimand feels like my likely outcome. No one talks to the boss this way. He is known for his kindness as well as his ire and ire is the side I'm most likely to meet.

The boss watches me, his eyes darting between my own as his jaw clicks. I can't lie and say I'm not worried at this moment, because I am. You never know what little things will set someone off, just like I don't know what level of pain I will be receiving. Perhaps a good talking to about respect, he likes to go on and on about that. Maybe an addition to my weekly chores, that's a fair punishment. I can't think straight with his breath ghosting over my face.

It's when I'm at my wit's end does he move, pulling my face towards his. He gently presses his lips to mine, closing his eyes as he does. I stare blankly at him, stock still under his soft lips. He doesn't pry for more, leaning back shortly after in favor of looking at me. I still look straight, startled by the outcome I could have never expected. He chuckles, smiling as he shakes his head. At the cute sound, I look to him, trying my best to gauge the situation better.

"wha-," he shuts my mouth before I can ask.

"You are to remain silent while I tend to you," he states firmly. I simply nod, still too shocked to really have the energy to do anything but listen. He watches me a moment more before standing and fiddling with the sink.

The boss does as he says, tending to my wounds like a close friend. He is delicate in his touches, warning me before any intentional pain. It's weird, no other way to say it. I have no idea what's happening besides the obvious. He is cleaning up my busted face, but I don't know why.

Once he is satisfied with his chore he straightens up and walks me out of the bathroom. I stop in the middle of the room, looking up to him for guidance. He quirks a brow, just barely smiling to himself.

"If I knew a silly little kiss would stifle your anger I would have done it sooner," he chuckles. I fluster at the comment, looking away for the first time since the kiss. As I chew on my cheek, trying to sort through the tangle of thoughts and feelings, he turns me towards him. His hold is sweet, gentle, unlike before. He pets at my cheek, lightly grazing the cut with his thumb. Before I can react he is gone.

I stare dumbfounded into the room, confused above anything else. I try to sort through the event, trying to find the angle he is working. So many things go through my head till absolutely nothing makes sense.

Though one thing is for sure. This warm feeling in my chest won't go away.

The boss doesn't act differently when I see him around the facility. He is his prim and proper self, still bullying the underlings into working to their best and intimidating visitors. Though its been mere days, I feel like more is to be expected. With every passing minute, hour, day, I expect something to happen. As time goes on the feeling grows till every sighting of him makes me tense with expectation. Was this his plan? To make me tense at every turn till I'm forced to confront him less I go crazy? Or was it to keep me on my toes, perhaps I've been too lax around here and he knows the best way to keep me stressed.

Either way, it's working.

I work the cameras one night, lounging in an old rickety chair as I watch the cameras around the building. This chore is the simplest but the most tedious. No one wants watcher duty, it's an all-night endeavor. Nothing happens and god forbid you get caught slacking off when higher-ups walk by. The punishments are easily dished out around here. So staying alert and awake is for the best.

As the night goes on I can feel myself falling off, drifting in and out of rest. It gets so bad that I fall asleep dreaming I'm still working. I try to pinch myself awake, walk around a bit, but nothing works. I damn near fall off my seat when a loud clinking noise wakes me. As I startle the seat tries to roll too far back but is stopped by a sturdy hand. I snap my head up and around, disoriented above anything else. Looking to my right my eyes immediately meet all too familiar ones.

"I wasn't sleeping," I quickly shout at the boss," I was watching the cameras." I stare wide-eyed at him, hearting pumping quickly from the startling wake-up.

The boss snorts," I'm sure you were."

"yes, I was," I clear my throat," what are you doing down here?" he watches me a moment longer, his arm still clasping the back of my chair. With an amused huff, he grabs something off the table, hiding it in his fist. He holds it over my lap, waiting on me. I reach out, curious, palm awaiting.

"a gift," he answers as he drops shiny pieces into my hand. Three rings lay in my palm, all gold with obnoxiously large gems in the middle. I look at them confused, lifting one to investigate.

"what are," I look up towards the boss, the words dying off my lip. He is gone. Looking around the room for another second before I look down at the rings. The single one I'm holding looks well worn, some of the metal corroding away. The gem is annoyingly bright green with dirty specks. On closer look, I can see dried blood in the corners and grooves. The ring actually looks familiar, looking at it makes my cheek ache.

What is the boss doing with the pixie chick's ring?

I want to corner him, question his intentions with bringing the 'gifts'. It's unheard of for the boss to take souvenirs, he isn't a bragging kind of man. It's also strange for him to bring them to someone as a present. The message is clear, he hurt them for me. A man like him doesn't just give out something like this without earning it to begin with. He got those rings not with theft but other illegal means. I understand that much, what I don't get is why.

I try to hunt him down but he is always around the corner before I can get to him. Each time I swear I can see a little smile, teasing me with this weird little game of chase. Every night I go to bed without answers is like losing a battle I never wanted to have.

It's one night that the unanswered questions pick at me till my last strand of patience is frayed. I storm out of bed, throwing on a hoodie before I enter the public spaces of the compound. This late I have a guess where the boss is residing, well two guesses.

I try his quarters first, knocking first as I don't have a death wish. With no answer, I don't try to push my luck and head to his office. When I round the private hallway I see the light on, coming out from under the farthest door. I pull some last-second courage and storm down. I grab the handle and with a last confident breath, I open.

The scene before me freezes as all details sort in my brain. Two people in the room, one is obvious, the boss. The other is a worn man, bruised and beaten in a chair. I can't look away from the man as a strange fog covers his neck. A nasty gash in the center of the fog's attention, seeming to pour into the wound. The gash looks to be pulled in every direction, blood drenching the man's shirt. I know if his mouth wasn't gagged he would be screaming loud enough for the entire building to hear.

"What do you need," The boss steals my attention. I look from the tied-up man to the annoyance of the week. He doesn't look angry like I would assume, having heard horrid tales of others falling into this same mistake. I don't trust the casualness of him cleaning his hands with a dirty towel.

"Sorry, sir," I bow my head," I will meet with you when you aren't entertaining company." I offer the joke in hopes of lessening the ire he may release later. The boss snorts with a smile, shaking his head as he tosses the towel aside. Not waiting for an answer I slide back into the hall, closing the door quietly behind me.

Well, that went well enough.

In the morning I force myself to submit to this strangeness that has corrupted the boss and I's interactions. I've known of the man since I was in my mid-teens, I've worked for him since my early 20s. There is no way I truly know how the man acts in his day to day life. I know he is an ornery kind of man, though a little mischievous, and that’s the most I know of him. Perhaps this is normal. It's best not to harp on these things that are out of my control.

It takes a considerable amount of effort to ignore his presence in any room I enter. The cat and mouse game seems to have switched with me running from him. I feel like a coward, though it is a reasonable choice to just drop it. I never run from anyone, least of all some cocky villain type.

I go about my nightly routine in the bathroom, spitting into the sink before suckling water from my palm. Walking into the main room I pause looking at the well-dressed man in my room.

"Evening, sir," I say confused. At my introduction, he turns, keeping his arms clasped behind his back. He regards me with a small smirk, mostly keeping his feelings to himself.

"You wished to speak with me," he shrugs," here I am."

I nod," yea, it's not too important now, I sorted it out myself." it’s a lie, I have nothing figured out. His instances of manipulation have named him as conniving. I don't want to be the centerpiece in such affairs.

"hm," he clicks his tongue," shame. Leaving me so curious now, how could I depart with such a tempting question resting on the edge of my mind." his smirk forms into a Cheshire grin that brings thoughts into focus. It seems I've already captured his attention, perhaps have had it all along.

"No, no, it's not anything you would need to bother with," I try to wave him off. He doesn't budge, instead, taking a few steps closer. I step equally back. He huffs in amusement, pushing onward till I'm forced to stop against a bed. He crowds me, yet keeping a platonic distance.

"I'm insulted you assume that any of your worries would be below my standings, I wish to make your life easier whenever I can," he purrs, breaking the platonic distance," Did you like your gift?" my body tenses in alarm, feelings waring as I try to remain passive.

"T-the rings," I ask.

He nods," I don't think the Pixie Chicks will be missing them, they offered them so freely." I wish to scoff at him, nearly amused at his suggestion that they would offer him anything such as their jewelry.

"They didn't seem willing to part with them before," I somehow manage to tease back. His smile grows, tilting his head as he regards me.

"Not at first," he leans toward my cheek," but after a short visit they were more than willing."

I get fuzzy the closer he gets, feeling his hot breath brush over my face. It's hard to decide the right course of action. Push him away and deal with whatever reaction he deems appropriate, or let him be and see where this is going. The second choice is hard, his nearness muddles my ideas and actions. How could I be swayed by some man nearing my personal space? His kiss beforehand was quick and unintimidating, there was no build-up. Now it feels like an anvil swaying precariously on a snapping rope.

"Why are you here," I find myself asking. I fight the urge to raise my hand to his chest and push him away, not truly knowing if I would push him away. He leans in closer, crowding me nearly on the bed. I fall back onto a hand, holding myself propped up less I wish to lay on the sheets. His grin stretches wider.

"Well, you asked for me," he answers in a deep rumble. The change in tone is startling, fogging my brain more. It's hard to think, nothing is connecting in my brain. I want to push him, but I can't. I want to crawl away, but I can't. I want to pull him closer, but…

"I mean," I swallow," what are you doing in my room?"

"because you feel safest here," he answers.

"Why should it matter if I feel safe," I watch him. He straightens slightly, looking down at me with a lax stare.

"You ask too many questions," he mumbles before pushing forward and kissing me. I gasp, falling back onto both hands. The kiss breaks for just a moment before he is falling onto his hands, framing me as he crowds me on the bed. I'm not sure what to do now, having little to no experience in this. I'm not flirty or sexy, I can't bother with things such as making out or relationships. Though now I wish I knew just a little bit.

The boss grabs me by the hips and shifts me up the bed, crawling over me as I fall to my back. He straddles a thigh, his hands coming up to frame my head. I watch him stare down at me, his mouth lightly parts with a dazed look. Before I can bother with words he takes my lips for his once more. It's surprisingly passionate, to that I'm stunned. I expected demanding from a man like him, not affectionate. I timidly return the kiss, not knowing what to do but knowing I want to do it. Before I can get into it he lifts away, though not far.

He watches me a moment, gauging my reaction. His eyes are squinted, seeming to wait for a response, a response I don't provide. I look up at him, nearly panting in this strange rush of emotions and touch.

"What are you feeling," he asks skeptically.

I lick my lips," flustered." he hums, still trying to piece together something.

"flustered is good," he nods to himself, falling back to my mouth. I startle once more, still utterly confused at the turn of the night. Yet, I can't make myself stop it. I reach up and fist his tailored jacket, not knowing if I should tug him closer. The need to touch him is strong but the anxiety of everything else lingers.

The boss stuns me more as he grabs my hand holding his clothes and slings it around his shoulder. Quickly I take hold of the shirt from this angle, indirectly pulling him closer. My other hand shyly joins the first, cupping the back of his head in a timid touch.

"Doing good," he purrs, licking at my lips as he slowly settles himself on his forearms. He expertly parts my lips, telling me to let him in. I open, clenching a fistful of hair when he invades my mouth. When I tug on the bit of hair he moans, the sound felt in my mouth, felt on my tongue. The already eager kiss ramps in excitement when his hands start to trail down my body. He simply slides his hands under my shirt, holding my waist with a warm grip. His thumbs pet at my skin but stay otherwise still.

The moment seems to stretch on for hours, my discretions melting away into heart fluttering enjoyment. He doesn't push, keeping the mood just semi-erotic. I appreciate it though I'm utterly confused. What does he think he can gain from this? Surely a man like him doesn't just kiss random staff members without having some secret motive. I'm just a grunt, nothing more and nothing less. I surely hope he doesn't think he could manipulate me into sleeping with him. No, that won't do at all.

"Sir," I mumble against his lips as I try to pull away. He trails after my mouth, only pausing mid-action.

"yes," he asks. I shift back away from him, getting a better look at his closed eyes and wet parted lips.

"We should stop," I fluster. I drop my arms from around him, using them to push myself up and away. He squints his eyes open enough to watch me lounge against the wall, feet still partially under him. Looking between my eyes he sighs, dropping his head shortly after.

"Alright," he huffs," It is late, I will be on my way now." he shifts back onto his knees, rubbing at his face before righting his hat and clothes. Next, he stands up off the bed and passes me a final glance, ready to blink away.

"wait," I surprise myself by saying," can you answer one question?"

He tilts his head," besides that question?"

"yes," I deadpan," besides that one."

He smirks, clasping his hands behind his back," alright, I think I can allow one more question." I want to snort, amused but annoyed by his words. I keep quiet.

"are you," I start, worried to continue," are you going to use me?" I look at every twitch of his face with an eagle-like focus. Every nuance is jotted down as I watch him. He simply smiles, his face projecting amused affection. He then steps forward, leaning over the bed to cup my face.

"No," he answers shortly. He strokes my cheek with his thumb, watching himself do so. With a final sigh, he blinks away, no evidence of him ever being here besides my wet lips and fluttering heart.

"damn," I fall to my side," there goes my night."

The next couple of days are a whirlwind of strange. The game of chase is completely let go in favor of a game of chicken. His attentions have gone from nothing to constant. When we are ever around each other -which is way more common as of late- he attempts to touch me in some way. Though his posture and face stay casual, if not bored, he still cups my hips and trails his fingers over my spine like he is anything but bored.

Some nights he pays a visit, kissing me senseless till he decides I'm thoroughly flustered. He tries to edge me on, even taking to teasing to further some agenda I can't even bother to figure out. Though he said he wouldn't use me I feel like a toy. He comes to me with minimal conversation and shoves his tongue down my throat. The small conversations are filled with double meanings and unsaid words. He is hinting to something and I can't figure out what. I feel like a source of entertainment, picked at till he gains whatever he needed. The stress is getting to me, I've had enough.

I wait patiently in my room, leg bouncing against the bed as I cross my arms. I'm going to confront him tonight, I'm going to get some answers. This little game has to stop less I want my heart to fall victim to some scheming. Time draws on and on till its far pass the time he visits. I reluctantly settle into bed, dread, and stress muddling my brain.

The next night I wait patiently again, knowing he doesn't go for two nights in a row. I wait and wait, looking to the clock more than necessary. It’s when its well past midnight that I call it a night. Dread and stress fade out as worry takes its place.

The day after I set out to catch sight of the boss. I search high and low, keeping to the commons places in hopes of a casual encounter. I see no hide or hair of him. As I march around the facility, doing chores, that I hear about everyone avoiding the boss. It seems the man in charge has had a bit of a temper since this morning, shutting out everyone as he sits in his office.

The idea of visiting his office is appealing, knowing it to be the best time to get answers if he is mad. Anger brings out the truth. Surely I can go visit him and ask a question or two, not risking my life in the process. Though I think lowly of his intention I think he truly has no intention of maiming me.

With that decided I casually head upstairs towards his office. I make it to the familiar hallway, feeling the instinctual dread of being there. No one wants to be in this hallway, knowing who is working just at the end. Though I come here from my own free volition it's still a habit to fear this part of the building.

I walk to the door at the end, already hearing voices halfway down. As I get closer I can hear yelling. I listen intently, hearing stomping footsteps and a thing or two being knocked over. It’s when I hear a loud thud do I pick up the pace. I stop near the door, anxiety drenching my body as curiosity keeps me up. The sound of meaty thumps can be heard before a whimper.

"You are a piece of shit," a quick thunk follows," scum of the fucking earth, and that's something coming from me." I can hear the boss talking- more like yelling- behind the door. It sounds like he is entertaining again.

"boss," someone answers weakly," I'm sorry." a deep clink comes shortly after the man's words.

"Sorry doesn't earn my trust back," the boss snarls," Sorry doesn't fucking get Bradshaw off my fucking back!" the meaty claps come shortly after, repeating in alarming frequency. I step to the door, my body repealing against the idea of opening it and interrupting the important meeting.

I know who the boss is, always have. He does some shady stuff with some shady people, I being one of them. I get what's going on in there, a lesson is being learned. It's something that is understood by all who work here, don't cross the boss. Though it seems the poor idiot in there hasn't learned that though.

I don’t hear anything for a good while. It's to be assumed that business has been taken care of. Either way, I stay put, leaning closer to the door when I hear another softer voice. I try to make out some words, being more nosy this moment than I have my entire life. The softer voice only speaks for a brief moment, followed by the Boss with another set of short words.

As I focus on the door I don't hear steps walking up behind me. Only when someone grabs my shoulders do I jump. I jerk in this person's hold, stiffening as their fingers dig into my skin. I twist to look over at them, seeing a large man with a gruff-looking face. He offers no words, instead, reaching in front of me to grab the door handle.

The gruff man guides me into the room, holding firmly onto my shoulders. I look to the room, immediately finding a man collapsed on the floor covered in swelling bruises and deep cuts. He is mostly unrecognizable, his face beaten to a pulp. If I am to assume correctly, then he is dead.

"Clean this up before he stains the floor," the boss grunts as he wipes his hands with a dirty rag.

The gruff man behind me speaks," and what would you like me to do with her?" as he asks the boss snaps around, meeting my eyes quickly. He looks to me confused, twisting completely around as he drops the rag to the table.

"I'd like you to fucking let her go," the boss growls to the man," I am the only one allowed to deal with her." the clear hostility means nothing to the man behind me. He lets go and casually shuffles to the man on the floor, hefting him over his shoulders with ease. I watch the boss look to the two, following them with his eyes till the door shuts behind me. Once the door clicks does he look to me once again.

"Hello, doll," his ire drops to the familiar ease he adopts when around me. He leans back against the desk, crossing his arms over his chest. His barely buttoned shirt wrinkles, his cuffed sleeves looking strange so far up his arms. I've never seen him so underdressed, though most would still consider his outfit formal.

"Hello," I answer guarded. I don't expect a warm welcome like this when I've been caught snooping.

"What brings you to my humble abode," he tilts his head with a small smile. It's strange to see such a night and day to his previous anger. He was screaming and beating a man into the floor. Now he is his typical charming self in a matter of seconds. I don't buy it.

"I haven't seen you in a couple days," I say, crossing my arms in the process. He gives me a once over, his smile peeling further over his cheeks.

"Miss me or something," he teases.

I scoff," or something." he chuckles, walking away from his desk to walk the room.

"Or something," he looks at the messy floor," what would that something be?" I follow him with my eyes as he skirts around me, keeping a distance. I don't bother turning around when he walks behind my back, taking the second to compose my thoughts and feelings. As of late, he has been popular in making my heart flutter like a caged bird.

"You haven't been around," I shrug," I was curious." he scoffs, seeming to understand my roundabout way of saying I've missed him. Which I guess is true, but I'd argue I want answers more than his company. Though both wouldn't be too bad.

He comes into my peripheral," I've been busy, I hope I haven't left you in need of anything in my absents."

"no," I turn away blushing," I haven't been…in need or anything. Just conflicted on some things." he hums, staying just in the corner of my eye. I can feel his eyes wandering over my body, trying to pick at every tick and twitch.

"would your confliction be related to the question you asked me the other night," he asks. I almost turn to him then, wanting to see his face, needing to see his reaction. I don't though, staring at his desk straight ahead.

"Perhaps," I answer. He huffs, his steps coming closer till I feel his heat against my back.

"do you think lowly of me," he says near my ear," do you believe I am truly a villain incapable of pure intent?"

"sometimes," I nearly whisper. I feel his sigh fan over my back. He steps closer, his front nearly touching me.

"Do you truly believe I would betray you," he asks. The question startles me, only for the reason that there is blood staining the floor beside us. "Would you betray me," he whispers against my ear. The threat feels looming as I look to the crime scene. Would I betray him if given the chance, the answer feels almost obvious.

"I don't," I huff," I don't think I could if I tried."

The boss hums approvingly, circling his arms around my hips to pull me flush to his front. His chin rests upon my shoulder, his head leaning against mine. The smell of his cologne is nearly suffocating in its intoxication. I awkwardly grab his arms, resting my hands on him.

"I don't think I could betray you if I tried," he answers similarly," you seem to have grown on me." I squeeze at his arm.

"Honestly," I ask skeptically," you truly mean me no harm, emotional or otherwise?" though he has answered this it still doesn't sit in my head, proof being demanded after every answer.

He turns and presses a shallow kiss to my neck," I could never hurt you, doll, I only wish to adore you." I turn to him, wishing above all else to believe him. He leans ever so close, his tempting kiss just in my reach.

"Prove it," I bait.

"gladly," he answers.

Quickly he has my lips captured, demanding more than ever before. His tongue takes no time delving into my mouth, circling my tongue in a sweet caress. I would have fallen if it weren't for his strong hold on my hips, instead, I keep myself propped up by him. When minimal thought comes back do I twist in his hold and tug him closer by his collar. I need his affection, crave it above all else. Thrusting my tongue into his mouth I take back some control I've lacked in these few days. He startles this time, groaning with a chuckle as I fist his hair.

"doll," he laughs into the kiss," I thought I was proving my affections here."

"then catch up," I tease, taking his mouth for mine once more. He growls, a sound I haven't really heard from him before, and lifts me. I yelp, holding tightly to his shoulders as my pelvis meets his lower stomach. His smile spread across his face as he squeezes my thighs.

"Sorry, doll, but I'm the boss here," he nips at my lips, lapping at them shortly after. His normally sweet kisses are oh so more divine now as fire is brought into the mix. My insides nearly throb with a need I've rarely ever felt before. I want him- oh god do I want him.

As we attack each other I hear a quick whoosh by my ears, my hair quickly flicking in the wind. I open my eyes enough to see out the corners that we aren't in the same room. I dislodge from him, looking around the bedroom we have teleported to.

"your room," I ask, having never been here before.

"Yes," he watches me," Is that a problem?"

I look to him with a cheeky smile," no." I continue where we left off, suckling his tongue. He walks us somewhere, the destination not particularly important in my mind. What feels more important is the insistent throbbing in my crotch. I find myself bucking into him, grinding myself into his firm stomach.

The boss rips his mouth from mine as I fall backward. I clench at his shirt, gasping when something springy shapes to my back. I drop my hands back, feeling soft sheets below me. I look up to him, quirking a brow. He shrugs, falling over me in a familiar position. Though this time he angles himself in a way I can finally feel his hardon poking me. I groan at the feeling, wanting to grab him right now.

Everything seemingly melds together, one moment I'm in his office, and next, I'm in his room. One second I have a shirt on and next, I'm laying in only my underwear. Him being left in only his hat and pants. The boss admires me for a second, the rush of erotic sensations nearly paused. His look is fierce, fire pouring from his gaze, but it still has room for affection and true admiration.

"so damn beautiful," he pets at my chest. He fondles my boob, thumbing my nipple with an all too excited gleam in his eye. "I could wreck you so easily," he ponders aloud. I reach up to his bare chest, running my fingers from his sternum down to his pants.

"I thought you wanted to adore me," I smirk, tugging him closer by his belt. He falls to his hands, cradling my head in his arms.

"Doll, I want to do everything to you," he purrs, attacking my neck with love bites. I hum, slowly flicking off his belt and reaching into his pants. He stiffens, grunting as I grab him.

"big words from a big man," I tease, stroking his cock.

He shutters," you don't know big yet, doll. Now be a good girl and let your boss go."

I let him go, slowly sliding my hand out of his pants," yes, sir."

The boss lets out a shaky breath, dropping his head to my shoulder for a moment. My nails glide over his stomach towards his chest and back down. I allow him a second, though that's all he needs.

He sits up, pushing off his pants but keeping his boxers. I admire the tent, feeling oh so powerful at the moment. I did that, I am the one who turned him on. That thought alone makes me feel ten feet tall.

I hardly notice when his hand trails up my thigh till he hooks a finger over my underwear. He tugs them down, grinning to himself as my mound is revealed. He tosses the clothing away without a care, quickly reaching out to thumb at my lips. The subtle soft feeling of his touch is nearly enough to make me groan in anticipation. I want him to touch me, I need him to touch me. He does as I silently plead, sliding a finger between my folds. He swipes up toward my clit, massaging so smoothly.

"So wet," he purrs," so wet for me." I don't bother with words as he delves his fingers lower, poking at my entrance with great amusement. I engulf his fingers as he pushes them in, slowly pumping them in and out with a curled retreat. My legs spread further apart on their own as I relish in the lazy strokes.

"Sir," I sigh. He looks up to me, his gaze is all too alluring. My teeth grind as I fight back the urge to buck towards him. God, I need him. His head tilts so slightly as he sighs, his fingers retreat shortly after. He crawls back above me, cleaning off his fingers with his tongue as he does.

"Why must you pull me in so easily," he asks as he discards his last remaining clothing," I want nothing more than to feast upon you but your hungry looks demand more." I reach up and cup his face then adjusting his hat that he kept upon his head. His cock pokes at my crotch, gently sliding at my lips as he lightly jerks his hips.

I pap his cheek," get over it, I've been hungry all week because of you."

He scoffs," all you had to do was ask."

"like I could get the chance to with your tongue down my throat at every turn," I answer. He laughs, looking down between us to grab at himself.

"I think you could have found a way to ask if you truly wanted to," he answers absently as he pushes his tip forward. I suck in a choked breath, tense against the sudden entry. The stretch of just his tip is already fulfilling to someone so starved this past month. He bucks shallowly forward, inching himself in slowly. He soon hilts, looking back up at me with a relieved face.

"I couldn't ask when I didn't know the true intentions," I mumble as my attention is solely drawn to his filling cock. My leg hikes over his hip, pulling him closer. He drops a hand to that thigh, bouncing his hips in slow short drives.

"Well," he kisses at my cheek," do you know my intention now?" I turn to him, meeting his eyes in such a vulnerable moment. Everything I feel is lain bare, the tenderness I feel towards him shining brightly. I cup his cheek, his short bucks ceasing.

"That really depends on after," I nearly whisper. He doesn't answer, instead, pressing a deep kiss to my lips. As he claims me his hips drawback before snapping forward in a breathtaking thrust. He starts a demanding pace, taking and giving in equal parts. His cock hits deep, stoking a fire that I felt was already an inferno. I fall away from his lips, whimpering against him as he plows into me. Our hips clap as the bed squeaks. I now know what it feels like to be on the other side of the wall, not to hear but to be part of the ruckus.

The boss forces pleasure from me with every buck of his hips. I whimper and grind into him, not being able to stay still as my insides crescendo. I barely notice how silent he is, me making enough noise for the both of us. He watches me steadily fall apart, in complete rapture at my noises. A hand sneaks between us, running through my curls before resting upon my engorged clit. I seethe at the gentle prod, crying out as he starts small circles. As I shout for him does he make a sound, a gentle gasp as his lips part.

I feel burned, hot, and demanding at this moment. My insides flutter with its oncoming orgasm. I yell and scream, reaching out to pull him closer as I have no better idea. I suddenly sit on the cusp of true pleasure, my body stiffening as just a breeze could push me over. I reach for him, pulling him in for a wet kiss. He allows it, briefly, pulling away as I fall.

The boss watches me, his face contorting in near pain. His hips stutter as my insides clench him tightly. I can barely keep focus enough to watch him as I arch and writhe below. My screams stutter out till I'm left silent, panting as he continues my orgasm with his unstoppable thrusts.

"Please," I beg. Begging for him to stop, begging for him to keep going. I somehow keep focus enough to watch him, watch him sigh and grunt till his hips slap to mine with one final buck. He drops his head to my shoulder, panting against my ear as he rolls his hips. I can feel his heat, feel his cum paint my insides. I am unable to do anything but hug him close and catch my breath

It takes longer than I thought possible to come back to myself. I'm still left panting under him, only able to listen to his own ragged breathing. I pet at his sweaty back, running the ends of my nails over his shoulder. We just hold one another, lost in the bliss.

"you steal my heart, doll," he mumbles in my hair," how could I ever part from you when you sing so beautifully for me?" I chuckle, not being able to form words just yet. The boss turns us on our sides, cradling me to his chest so tenderly. He pets at my hair, burying his nose against my temple. "I fear I have stronger feelings than first intended," he whispers," I will not leave you for more than a second at a time, my heart couldn't take more than that."

"do you always get this poetic after sex," I ask. He scoffs, reaching down to grab my thigh. He pulls my leg over his hip once more, petting up towards my ass. He gives me a quick slap, jiggling my rear as he does. I yelp, squeezing him when I do. He grunts, baring his teeth. He chuckles shortly after

"only for you, love," he answers," only for you."

I sigh, sliding my hand between us to pet at his chest. I want to give those words back, as I mean them just as truly as he does. The words sit on the end of my tongue, ready to be broadcasted to the world. It takes me a moment to gain courage, still resting securely in his arms.

"I love you," I barely get out. He holds me closer, nuzzling my head.

"I love you, too," he answers in kind. I try to fight off the smile spreading across my face but it's damn near impossible. I smile to myself and close my eyes.

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my intention never go as planned. i was struggling to write and i saw a cute post on villain with a soft spot for his lover. so i write a small tid bit, the part where he tends to her wounds. IT WASN’T SUPPOSE TO BE 7K WORDS! like how? i stayed up till 2am writing this. i’m just a sap, through and through.

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Whiskey Glasses

A/N: Gif isn’t peaky related but the facial expression is on point. Anyways...can we just appreciate the beauty of this man? God damn.

Trigger Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Fighting, Swearing, Drinking.

Word Count: 2,006

Characters: Bonnie Gold x Reader

Summary: Y/n puts up a bit of a fight while out with Bonnie and the blinders, but it’s only a matter of time before the real fighter steps in.

Requested by: No one I’m just a ho for Bonnie lol BYE.

A/N:

I’ve noticed a pattern in my writing about hitting motherfuckers over the head with whiskey glasses. I’m kinda here for it though.

Also, you can peep this same oneshot on my wattpad @jetblackheartsx, I may be adding more that I’ve written on here, to there in due time.

Made this cute transparent cut line too. Credit if ya use it. :)

The sun set over the black and gold accents of the Garrison, casting a faint orange glow over its drunk patrons. The sounds of glasses clinking and whiskey being poured over ice filled the room. The pub was full and there was a group of men in the distance singing, slurring their words every now and then. You smiled at the sight, as you felt your boyfriends hand clasp around yours under the table.

You met him 2 years ago at a fabric shop just outside of Small Heath. He and his father had came in from a long trip and needed some extra fabrics for winter. He immediately fixated his eyes on you and you remembered him looking at you like you hung the stars in the sky. His father noticed how keen he was for you and gradually convinced him to ask you out that day.

Luckily you agreed to the date, and here you were with an amazing boyfriend and his father Aberama who soon became one of your best friends. Due to his line of work he often found himself in, he wanted to help Bonnie keep you safe, and so he helped you learn to punch and use various weapons over the years as you joined them on their travels. During the time you've known Bonnie and his father, you knew Bonnie wasn't always the violent type, but he did what had to be done when the time called for it. And god help anyone who crossed someone he loved.

As you and Bonnie made small talk in the pub, you glanced over your shoulder and saw a trio of men eyeing you. You quickly diverted your gaze back to Bonnie as you listened to him join a conversation between the peaky lads, the stone faced Thomas Shelby eyeing you as you avoided the creeping men in the distance.

"Are you okay love?" Bonnie asked watching your worried facial expression.

You looked up at him as he snaked his arm around your waist bringing you closer to him. You nodded and smiled, pushing the awkward moment to the back of your mind.

He smiled slightly and downed the last of his whiskey and you offered to get you and him a couple more drinks. You had began to feel a bit buzzed and so you walked carefully up to the bar.

"4 shots please." You said and placed some coins on the bar.

You waited and saw the men from earlier come up to the bar near you. You were a bit on edge and you turned to see Bonnie and the lads talking way off in the distance, probably discussing the next boxing match.

You always loved the passion Bonnie had for boxing. He was a skilled fighter and even though he had a slight build, he could pack a powerful punch. You had been known to join Aberama on the ropes, encouraging Bonnie and giving him a sly wink or a kiss every now and then before he would finish off an opponent. You were like his good luck charm as he once told you, as he had never lost a fight when you were there. And luckily you were there with him tonight.

You downed two of the shots as your nerves got the best of you, and you began to feel the effects of the alcohol kicking in as you waited on the other two. Feeling an uneasiness in your stomach, you turned around to see the guys behind you. All 3 were smoking and staring at you menacingly as you moved to grab the two shot glasses.

One of the men caught your wrist and chuckled.

"Woah there pretty lady. You can't drink all that. Don't want you falling eh?" He said, reeking of smoke and bad intentions.

"I can drink if I want. Now if you'll excuse me." You said and walked to the side of them with the two glasses in tow. One of the other men came near you, causing you to panic. Despite you inebriated state, you quickly thought to down the two shots meant for Bonnie and held on tightly to the glasses, preparing to whack one of them if they got too close.

"I'll give you 5 shillings to fuck off." You said, spitting at him. Your desire of wanting to hit the man growing the more you drank.

"How about you give me a couple more and we can have some real fun eh?" The third man said walking behind you.

You clenched your hand around the glass and quickly turned to strike him in the head. The glass shattered on his head, cutting your hand a bit from the impact. The drunk man stumbled back, grabbing his head which was now glistening with blood and shards of glass.

You looked desperately for Bonnie as you were sure your antics caught the boy's attention by now.

"Are you lot dumb? I said fuck off!" You shouted at the other two who moved in on you.

As the second man came up to you, you reached out to him to distract him. With a shaking hand, you hit him with the other glass you had. But it didn't do as much damage as last time.

You sucked in a breath, wincing as you saw the cuts on your hands starting to bleed more.

"You shouldn't have done that lovely." The first man said and grabbed your wrist roughly.

"Let go!" You yelled and finally saw Bonnie from amongst the crowded pub. He rolled his sleeves up and came close to you.

"I would let go if I were you." Bonnie yelled, his eyes darkening with anger.

"I can do what I want...and fuck who I want....I might just have to get her to come home with me. You...you aren't even from here. You and your razor caps can't do nothin’..." the man said, slurring his words angrily.

He got closer to Bonnie, and so he pushed you behind him protectively. You stood back and saw as the lads, including Thomas looked to see what was going on.

"That's my girl you're taking about mate, I suggest you shut the fuck up and get out." He said, cracking his knuckles and removing his cap he'd received earlier that day.

"Oh yeah? Are you gonna stop me?" He asked, and that's when you saw Bonnie swing. A single punch landing on his jaw, making a cracking sound in the process. The man fell back unconsciously and his friend went to attack, but Bonnie dodged his punches and hit him in the face with his cap gashing his face and then tackling him to the floor. He landed a couple of punches to the mans cut face before knocking him out completely. You stood shocked as he got up from the man on the floor and rushed over to you. His breathing was ragged and his hands were covered in the men’s blood.

"Are you okay y/n?" He asked wiping his hands on his button up before putting his cap on and taking a look at your hands. They were cut up in several places. You winced again and pulled your hands away, instead wrapping your arms around him in a hug. You let tears fall down your face as he held you for a moment, and then he led you through the crowd and back to where the lads were. They made room for you to set your hands on the table and Tommy, John, and Arthur left to most likely finish the drunk bastards off.

"It's so crowded in here we couldn't see what was happening till you yelled y/n!" Michael yelled over the slew of drunk patrons.

"I know! I didn't think I'd make it back here." You yelled towards him.

"What'd you do to your hands y/n?" Finn asked.

"Eh, those...those...bastards were trying to grab me and got too close...so I chugged all those damn things and smashed em' in their faces...." you said, your words slurring a bit as the 4 shots started hitting you.

You looked down at Bonnie who was undoing his tie and looking hot as hell while doing so.

"Not here are you crazy? Keep your clothes on while we're here at least" You said smirking. Finn laughed and Bonnie cracked a smile as you joked around more, a sure sign that you were drunk.

"Love, bite down on this okay? This is going to hurt a lot but it'll help the cuts to not get infected." Bonnie said inspecting your palms for glass and assessing if they needed any stitches. Luckily they didn't, but it was still a nasty set of cuts nonetheless. You nodded, as he placed the tie in your mouth and then quickly poured half a bottle of gin on your hands.

Tears fell from your eyes as the alcohol seeped in, burning like small fires along your palms. You stifled back a small scream as he poured more over them and gently patted them dry. Through your tears you looked to see Tommy, John, and Arthur dragging the drunk men outside. Those drunk excuses for men probably wouldn't live to see tomorrow.

You winced again as he wrapped your hands in some cloth he tore from his shirt. And when he was done he removed the tie and you frowned.

"You...you tore your shirt up Bon, what the fuck." You said, he practically destroyed his whole outfit trying to help you at this point.

"It's just a shirt love, I'll be fine." He said kissing your lips, then sitting back in the booth next to you.

"Well...I think that's been enough action for one night eh?" Bonnie asked you. You laughed in response and leaned against him.

"Yeah. Do....do you wanna go back? Wait where did-where's Aberama?" You asked whipping your head around suddenly.

"He's with Polly, remember her? We met her earlier before my match. Let them be, I'll take you back to the vardo." He said as you stood up, feeling a bit unsteady.

You felt him put a strong arm around your waist to support you. You smiled and closed your eyes for a second before hearing Tommy's voice from behind you both.

"Heading out?" He asked Bonnie, who turned to him nodded, tightening his grip on your waist as you moved with him.

"Yeah, she's had a long night. I'll be back in tomorrow for our meeting Mr. Shelby." He said.

"Alright. Good work today Bonnie. And good work to you as well Miss y/l/n..." he said looking at you. You could've sworn you saw a small smile playing at his lips.

"What'd I do?" You asked not comprehending that he was talking about earlier.

"Well you helped take down two men with nothing but whiskey glasses so that's at least worth something." He said, gently placing some shillings in your hand to pay you back for your drinks.

"Oh...thanks Mr. Shelby." You said smiling.

"It's Tommy, sweetheart. Now go get her home Bonnie. I don't want more glasses broken in my pub for tonight." He said, letting you all walk past him, you more so stumbling past.

Bonnie walked you down the long streets and over a couple of blocks to Charlie's yard where you all put the vardo earlier. The distance from there to the Garrison seeped terribly long as the night was grew colder, the fog clouding your already blurry vision.

"We're here babe." He said and helped you in. You immediately fell onto the bed inside and closed your eyes smiling, knowing Bonnie would be joining you after he looked over everything and made sure you all were safe. As you drifted off, you felt Bonnie come in and lie gently beside you, wrapping you into his arms protectively. Before slipping into a deep sleep, you thought about tomorrow and how you were going to have fun recovering from your hangover, and telling the family about your own little fighting experience.

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