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boo! surprise bitches! i'm doing kinktober this year! finally doing it! bet you didn't see that one coming, did you hehe 🕸
there is a good mix of both short and long stories coming your way throughout this (and i will also still occasionally post other fics this month that aren't related to this). also, a handful of these fics are darker in nature, thought it was fitting for halloween, so remember to read the warnings, if there's something that's not for you then please, as always, be kind to yourself and don't read the story.
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day one | sore
stepbro!sirius black x cheerleader!reader + dubcon massage
day two | don't smile
steve rogers + throat fucking + size kink
day three | stuffed
devil!eddie munson & angel!steve harrington + tentecles + double penetration in one hole
day four | a little fashion show
best friend!stiles stilinski + lingerie
day five | stay still
peter parker + bondage
day six | hold up, let me record this
jj maybank + tittyfucking + sextape
day seven | the palace guards
guards!poly!marauders x princess!reader + secrets relationship
day eight | it’s practically like we’re down there with them
mob boss!bucky barnes + exhibitionism
day nine | keep that pretty mouth shut
tommy shelby + keep quiet quickie
day ten | I couldn’t find it in me to wake you
poe dameron + somno thigh fucking
day eleven | I just want you a little longer all to myself
matt murdock + secret office sex
day twelve | nothing more than a toy
rafe cameron + using you like a toy to masturbate with
day thirteen | I still got a few rounds left in me
boxer!steve rogers + bathtub sex
day fourteen | open your fucking mouth
dark!wild west cowboy!joel miller + gun kink
day fifteen | tiny
miguel o'hara x fairy!reader + extreme size difference
day sixteen | the wall between us
cult member!steve harrington + fem glory hole + breeding
day seventeen | be a rebel, be bad, stay here and cuddle with me
spencer reid + aftercare
day eighteen | pleasant pile of pillows
brother's best friend!james potter + pillow humping
day nineteen | ring ring
sam winchester x reader x bf!dean winchester + phone sex + cheating
day twenty | window
perv!neighbour!billy russo + voyeurism
day twenty-one | say yes
fiancé!bruce wayne + possessiveness
day twenty-two | i can think of something better than that
bucky barnes + anal
day twenty-three | double check
dark!professor!ben solo + power imbalance + manipulation
day twenty-four | maroon
vampire!remus lupin + biting + blood kink
day twenty-five | i want you
pirate captain!miguel o'hara + sex as payment
day twenty-six | teamwork
pro football team!avengers (bf!steve rogers, bucky barnes, pietro maximoff, clint barton, sam wilson, tony stark, thor odinson) + gangbang
day twenty-seven | my little flower
din djarin + fantasy au + cockwarming
day twenty-eight | hysteria
doctor!aleksander morozova x hysteria patient!reader + historical au + fuck machine
day twenty-nine | can't fight the moonlight
werewolf!bucky barnes x gf!reader + predator/prey + monsterfucking
day thirty | magical mimic
eddie munson x witch!reader + magical mutual masturbation
day thirty-one | you can’t put it in
stepbro!peter parker + halloween pussyjob
© 2023 thyme-in-a-bubble
#lea’s writing#kinktober 2023#steve harrington smut#eddie munson smut#bucky barnes smut#steve rogers smut#peter parker smut#miguel o'hara smut#miguel o’hara smut#din djarin smut#poe dameron smut#spencer reid smut#remus lupin smut#sirius black smut#james potter smut#bruce wayne smut#joel miller smut#tommy shelby smut#matt murdock smut#billy russo smut#rafe cameron smut#the darkling smut#ben solo smut#jj maybank smut#stiles stilinski smut#pietro maximoff smut#sam wilson smut#sam winchester smut#dean winchester smut
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CHAPTER 1
Ghost x Reader x Konig
(Neighbour!au and Roommate!au cause I can't get enough of them hehe)
Also like for this fic just don't mind how this would actually never happen in real life + don't think too much about the logic in this story. It's all purely fictional and for your entertainment :)
You want to go home.
Your apartment keys jingle as they hang from your fingers. Room 409. You sigh. It’s been a long day, to say the least. All you want to do is to just relax and unwind like you would any other Friday with a glass of wine and that dumpster fire of a Netflix show that is ‘Emily in Paris’. You let out another long sigh waiting for the elevator to reach the lobby. At least Emily lives a much more exciting and drama-filled life than you did with your 9 to 5 job.
You stare at your feet, trying to find something to pass the time that seems to drag on for forever. Your feet are already killing you from your high heels that you’ve been wearing for over 9 hours. Usually, you would be home by 7 — it’s 11 — especially on a Friday. Laura, a close coworker of yours went on pregnancy leave, meaning you’re working more hours to cover her absence.
Your phone buzzes with a reminder from your calendar app — oh great, it’s already 12. ‘RENT PAYMENT DUE IN A WEEK.’ You haven’t found a roommate to occupy that extra bedroom in your apartment even after 2 months of your listing being put online. Granted, you should’ve started looking for a new roommate the moment your previous one told you they were moving out, but you were too busy for that! You tap your foot impatiently. How long does it take for an elevator to travel up 2 floors from the carpark to the lobby?
The elevator doors open with a ‘ding!’ and you’re met with the giant of a man that is this mysterious guy wearing all black. His brown hair and matching brown eyes make him dashing and the scars littering on his face adds on to his good looks somehow. “’s rude to stare, love.” His gruff voice snaps you out of it. “R-right, sorry.” To say he was intimidating was an understatement, but god was he good looking.
When you’re both in the elevator, the usual smell of the clean, bleached scent is replaced with the smell of cigarettes and an undertone of gunpowder? Whatever it is, you much prefer it over the smell of bleach you’ve been used to for months. The elevator ride is silent and you both get off the same floor to go our separate ways… except he was following you!
You get a little bit nervous as anyone would if a tall, maybe 190cm buff guy was following you a few steps behind. “What apartment you in?” You say with panic filling your body with each step. Oh god, you don’t wanna die yet! “410.” He responds. “Oh.” Well, that makes more sense.
“I’m your neighbor then! Nice to meet you.” You smile and introduce yourself. He hums in response. “Simon Riley.” He says, nodding at you in acknowledgement. You would like to chat with this guy more, but he doesn’t strike you as talkative, as if his short replies didn’t already tell you that.
You both turn the locks on your own apartment doors. “Next time, you should really run if you think you’re in danger.” He chuckles a little to himself. You turn to look at him in shock, only to find he’s already disappeared into his apartment. So he did know! Asshole. You shake your head and enter your own apartment.
After showering, you scroll your phone on Instagram mindlessly when a notification pops up on your phone. Oh my god, someone responded to your listing! You waste no time in responding to them, despite it being ass-o-clock. You arrange to meet up with them in the afternoon, and you head to sleep hoping whoever this guy is will be a good roommate for you.
When you wake up, you’re a little behind schedule. Scrap that, VERY behind schedule. You haven’t cleaned up the apartment and made it presentable to your possible roommate yet, and you’re gonna meet him in 20 minutes downstairs! You hurriedly stuff all the clothes you find lying around in the living room into your own bedroom and clean the kitchen counters — you know the drill.
As soon as you’re done arranging the last piece of furniture in the living room, you rush out of the door, bumping into that neighbor you met last night. You give him a quick, “Morning, Simon!” before rushing past him, not even giving him time to greet you back.
Somehow by the grace of god, you’re right on time to meet the guy. You agree to meet him at the café right across your apartment complex, and holy fuck. There’s no way this 2 meter guy is your roommate. You both stare at each other awkwardly before you decide to go up to him. “Konig?” I say, and he nods. Oh he is.
#ghost x reader#könig x reader#konig x you#simon ghost riley#konig x reader#ghost x reader x konig#konig cod#konig call of duty#ghost cod#call of duty x reader#ghost x you
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ouhh zhongli !! (🌼)
Imagine reader has a contract with zhongli and they break it and knowing dam well they just broke a contract with *zhongli*, the reader hides not wanting to face his wrath ,, but of course he finds out and once he does he gets rough and punishes reader severely.. ehehhe..
not that original but ive had this brainrot for MONTHSS and i havent found a single fic with this concept 😭 (i didnt intend for this to be a request btw buut if you want to..? hehe jk, unless?)
oneirataxia.
pairing: yan!zhongli x afab reader
genre: smut
cw: dubcon, edging, toxic behavior, abduction, temporary mindbreak, orgasm denial, slightly public sex, no pronouns used
word count: 1.1k
you’ve broken a sacred oath, now you have to pay the price. zhongli only takes payments through your body.
written by a minor, dni if uncomfortable
Archons.
Archons, you couldn’t breathe.
You knew you messed up, you broke something of importance to Zhongli. No, not an object, a contract. You weren’t supposed to leave, not even if the false world was cracking right in front of your eyes, not even if the escape from the teapot you’ve been preciously imprisoned in can be grasped with your own hands. You knew you couldn’t escape him, but you just had to try, you needed to try.
And here you are, hiding in Liyue Harbor, hidden deep in the narrow alleyways and behind houses. You covered your mouth, being oh so careful to not make any unwanted noise, to not breathe too loud, to not step on a branch that could alert his attention. Everything felt so cold, you felt like everything was watching you, even if you couldn’t tell a thing, no matter how much you looked around.
You saw him walking in the streets in the alleyway you were in. His eyes darted around with a calm fury, his hands clenched together, crossing his arms. You slinked away further into the darkness, your body shaking like a leaf. You would’ve gotten away too, if you hadn’t stepped on a stray tree branch.
Zhongli whips his head to the alleyway you were in, walking unhurriedly with his hands tucked behind his back. You ran like your life depended on it, you didn’t want to go back! Your taste of freedom simply couldn’t end now!
But when you turned your head around, he was nowhere to be in sight. Your confusion couldn’t give you enough time to speculate, when your head hit a tough but warm surface. You turned around, immediately looking up with a horrified expression on your face. Zhongli silently looked down at you, the light from his eyes were impossible to find from his eyes, a truly horrifying sight to see.
“You’ve broken our contract.” He says in that moment of silence, before he continues, “My efforts to conceal your existence from the citizens of Liyue will have to be doubled due to your little… scheme of yours. My patience may be vast, but it is not infinite.” Zhongli takes a step forward, his eyes narrowing.
You begin to choke up apologies, but it was trapped in your throat like stuck bits of food. You could only mutter a weak, pathetic apology. “I’m… sorry.” But instead of a pat on the head, he raises an eyebrow, a smug grin on his face. “Is that all you have to say, dear? An apology like that won’t warrant my mercy.”
Before you knew it, he had backed you up so far, your back had hit a large wooden crate. Without an exit, you were now trapped, doomed to be tormented by the man in front of you. His face draws closer, his arms caging you in, where you were forced to stay, unless you incur his wrath further.
“A punishment is in order.” He went on, “If you are so determined to leave the safety of my abode, then I shall humiliate you where you stand.” Zhongli’s eyes glow golden for a brief moment, a hand grasping your chin and tilting it upward, forcing you to make eye contact with him. “Do you understand, my treasure?”
As if you were compelled, you muttered an agreement, even though you wanted nothing more than to run from him. Zhongli began to undress you, taking his time while you mindlessly stared at his chest. He then lowered your pants, his fingers teasing your clothed clit, a small grin on his face. You grasp his arm with your hands, desperately trying to grind on his long, slender fingers, but he pulls away with a tsk.
“Do you think you even deserve your own pleasure after breaking our contract? Greedy little pet.” He squeezes your cheeks with one hand, bringing your face closer to his, while unbuckling his pants with the other. Your mind was so hazy, with the lack of stimulation both running through your head, and your pussy, you couldn’t concentrate on a thing but the burning desire to be satiated.
You feel your underwear slip to your knees, then a prodding where your underwear used to be, pressing up against your folds. Zhongli grabs his cock, aligning it to where he was able to thrust between your thighs, but close enough to where your slick would still reach him. It wasn’t enough, you needed more.
“Are you trying to beg for more? Already?” He chuckles, angling his body just slightly enough to where the large, mushroom tip of his cock would barely slip into your folds, leaving you helpless, and knees so weak. “Dearest, this is your punishment. Don’t tell me you’re getting off from it?” He’d stop, spinning you around to pin you against the crate, his breath would tickle against your neck, and you could feel a grin as well. “Your body, your mind, it’s all mine. You will understand.”
He aligns his cock with your pussy, and without hesitation he thrusts inside without a shred of concern, sheathing himself completely. Zhongli lets out a low, guttural groan, one of his hands wrapping around your neck, and using his other arm to wrap around your waist. You regained your autonomy again, desperately struggling against his hold, but it further shoves his fat cock inside you, pressing up against all the right spots.
Your knees buckled, threatening to fall but Zhongli’s arms kept you supported. He pulls you closer to his chest, bullying his cock inside with abandon. Your head fell forward in exhaustion, hitting the crate with a thud. It felt like too much already, your mind was already driven insane by the lust and aggression Zhongli inflicted on your body.
“Zhong…. Zhongli! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” You begged, drool slipping out of your mouth. He didn’t respond, but the hand that was wrapped around your neck slid to smear the spit away, biting your neck. His fangs sink into your skin, his hands continuing to trail across your body like it was a piece of art for him to worship, it was so gentle, you almost deluded yourself into thinking this wasn’t a punishment.
Zhongli’s thrusts became more erratic, sucking the skin he had marked with his sharp canines. You were so close!… Just a little more! But his hips halted, a coarse voice panted behind you. “No… not yet. This is no reward for you.” Your face dropped in horror, whipping your head around to face him. “No! Please, I’m so sorry!” You cried, “Please let me cum! I won’t disobey you again!” Zhongli, however, kept your body still as you began to thrash, his hips remained stilled, and took heavy deep breaths, as if he wanted to stabilize himself.
“Haah… your body is so… tempting, you minx.” He’d rest his head on your shoulder, inhaling the sweet scent emanating from your body. Zhongli then pulls out, zipping up his pants, and lifts you off your feet, like a newly wedded groom would to his bride. “Let’s return home, shall we? Your punishment has not ended just yet.”
He always paid what was due.
YOUR BRAIN??? i got so excited working on this to where i literally speedran writing this fic UAGHHH ily 🌼 nonnie
#⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☁︎ starry scribe ✧#⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☁︎ moonlight mirage ✧#⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☁︎ whispers of the night ✧: 🌼#⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☁︎ fading fantasy ✧#zhongli x reader#zhongli x female reader#zhongli smut#genshin impact smut#genshin smut#genshin impact x female reader#genshin impact x reader#genshin impact x gender neutral reader#yandere genshin impact#yandere genshin x reader#zhongli x gender neutral reader#tw: dubcon
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WRITING COMMISSIONS
Hello my dear readers! Since I was getting a lot of requests for commissions, I finally decided to give it a try! 😁
WHO WILL YOU WRITE FOR?
Patrick Bateman, cause he's my only one! 🖤💗🖤
WHAT WILL YOU WRITE?
I write reader insert fics (can do fem!reader and gn!reader)
I mostly specialize in writing smut and I'm okay with most kinks. I can do dub/non-con things as well.
I'm always happy to write some soft stuff like fluff or hurt / comfort, so if you want a romantic heart-warming story with Patty, you are welcome.
I can do different AUs (A/B/O AU is my favorite one, hehe😈) and tropes (love/hate is so dope).
You can also ask me to write something really angsty, because I'm such a sucker for angst.
Well, I can be really flexible, so almost anything is negotiable! 😁
WHAT WILL YOU NOT WRITE?
Heavy gore
Underage smut
Incest
Pedophillia
There may be more things I don't feel comfortable writing about. But this list is a red flag.
PRICES?
Prices are totally negotiable as I don't really care about it! Any help is greatly appreciated! 💗
I am currently accepting 3 slots.
TERMS AND HOW DOES THIS ALL WORK?
First, we will discuss the whole idea of what you want me to write (genre, length, trope types, kinks, and anything else you want to present).
Then I'll work with you to create a draft that we can tweak until it fits the story flow you want.
Throughout the process, you'll get free updates on your piece before it's finished, so you can tweak it and measure its progress, and once it's finished, you'll receive it in a PDF file via email or a link to a Google Doc you can access, whichever makes it easier for you.
The payment process is simple, you just charge me directly, no extra stuff.
Commissioned writing is for you to keep and will not be posted by me (unless you wish for that). You may share or upload your commissions yourself, but with credit to me.
HOW TO CONTACT ME
You can DM me here and we'll talk about everything!🖤
EXAMPLES OF MY COMMISSIONS
Before you send your request, you can check some of my works:
Commission#1 (NSFW) / Commission#2 / Commission#3
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I'm in desperate need to know more about your 'As you wish' WIP if you would like to share 💞 💞
Hello lovely! I'd love to tell you all about it hehe, this is my Princess Bride AU and honestly I'm really proud of how the planning turned out hehe. Play the WIP game with me here!
So basically, this is an enemies-to-friends-to-lovers-to-enemies-to-lovers fic. Yup. The story starts in the middle of a war between the kingdoms Moriya and Baltimore. Near the edge of the Moriya kingdom is a farm that Nicky, Andrew and Aaron live on. One day, Andrew stumbles upon a fallen soldier clinging to life and impulsively takes him back to the farm, where he's nursed back to health. The soldier introduces himself as Neil, and offers to help around the farm as payment for the cousins healing him.
Andrew puts Neil straight to work, almost trying to drive him away with what he's asking Neil to do. But Neil always does it easily, and always with a simple "As you wish". Slowly, as the weeks go on, Andrew finds himself losing his suspicion. He takes Neil around the countryside, is less harsh with his demands and begins poking at Neil's backstory until they start trading truths, and the words 'as you wish' take on a whole new meaning.
They fall for each other quickly, and this is when Neil finally breaks and tells the cousins the truth: that he's the prince of Baltimore, and that he's only keeping them in danger by staying there. He decides to leave in an attempt to put a stop to everything, promising to return once he does. While Andrew does feel betrayed at first and has little hope in his heart that Neil would be able to stop a war alone, he lets Neil go and holds onto that promise.
But before the war can end, it reaches the farm, and everything burns to the ground. Neil wasn't fast enough, and there's no evidence that any of the cousins survived. He ends up agreeing to end the war by uniting the two kingdoms, having to marry Riko to do it.
And that's all I'll say for now! Here's a little snidbit I wrote a while ago!
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"He died quickly, if that brings you any comfort," The Monster said, turning his back to Nathaniel with a scoff. "I kill many people, your Highness, but there was something about him I could never forget."
Glaring at the man's back, Nathaniel began to reach for the knife hidden in an invisible pocket on his vest. "Really," he said, intending to sound just as murderous as he felt. Instead, it came out weakly, almost a whisper he was sure The Monster wouldn't hear.
"It's what he said before he died that gave me pause," The Monster continued. "All will beg for their lives when they reach the end, but he didn't make a sound."
That…certainly sounded like Andrew. Nathaniel didn't realize he was holding his breath until his chest seized, and he managed to take in air again as subtly as he could. There was a burning in the back of his throat growing more persistent by the second, and a part of Nathaniel absolutely hated that even after all this time he wasn't over that man.
"It wasn't until I raised my sword to his throat that he finally spoke. I remember he said to me: 'I need to live.'" The Monster finally turned, masked eyes gaging every reaction Nathaniel had to his words. Knowing the game being played, Nathaniel attempted to keep his expression the stony mask he was all too used to wearing by now. "I asked him why. 'Nothing', he replied."
Breath catching again, Nathaniel finally looked away from The Monster to fix his gaze on the nearest rock. It helped to keep him from standing up and running like he wanted to. He already knew he wouldn't make it far given the area was so open like this. The only place to hide was the Fire Swamp, which was nothing short of a death wish.
"And now I see exactly what he meant," The Monster goaded, though his words were laced with malice. It caught Nathaniel off guard to hear that tone, and he looked back up at the masked face before him, expecting to see fury in the man's eyes, but he still couldn't see them.
"And what did he mean?" Nathaniel growled.
"Exactly that: nothing," The Monster replied, turning back around. "You should be thanking me for keeping him from seeing just how far you've come. Tell me, Highness, when you found the ruins of that farm did you sign an engagement treaty at the same hour? Or did you wait a week out of respect for the dead?"
Rage unlike any Nathaniel had ever felt before filled him. He leapt to his feet and rushed The Monster, reaching out to roughly grab his shoulder and spin the man around while the other hand grasped his hidden knife. "Never mock me again," Nathaniel hissed. "I died that day! And you can die too, for all I care - "
Just before he could plunge the knife into The Monster's stomach, a firm hand held tightly to Nathaniel's wrist. No matter how much he struggled, Nathaniel couldn't break free from the hold, eventually dropped the knife to the ground when the grip squeezed tightly enough. Nathaniel looked up in desperation, then froze when he finally realized he could see the color of the eyes previously hidden by the mask.
"As you wish," The Monster whispered.
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8 (atelier Desmond)
no 8 from the List of AC Fic Ideas I have at the moment:
8. Atelier Desmond
Tentative title: Atelier Desmond: the Alchemist of Masyaf
Desmond is 18 or 19, idk
Altaïr and Malik are 25
Ezio is around AC Rev age
Connor is 17
Desmond ‘owns’ the only atelier in Masyaf.
Altaïr gets ordered to shut it down
Atelier Rorona plot happens
Add Scene:
After seeing Malik’s reports
Altaïr helping Desmond properly calculate how much he should be asking for what he makes
Calculation of ingredients + labor, compare it to srp
Edward asks payment by amount of booze
Altaïr asking if Desmond is even paid for his assistance
Or did Edward Kenway say that this is for exposure?
Desmond: I get free food from Aunt Ziio's restaurant and I can sleep in the atelier.
Altaïr: Uh-huh.
Altaïr: Do you understand why you must be paid correctly?
Desmond: Uuuhhh… tax purposes?
Altaïr: (siiigghhh)
I DON’T KNOW WHAT’S HAPPENING ANYMORE
Altaïr as Sterk
Ezio as Gio (hehe) (Altaïr glaring the entire time whenever they're in a party together with Desmond)
Desmond: If Altaïr is looking for you, that means you're a criminal!
Ezio: Criminal? If anything, I am a prisoner!
Desmond: That's what they do to criminals!
Connor as Cory/Iksel (helps his mom in the restaurant but tries to join Desmond whenever he's free, childhood friends with Desmond)
Edward as Astrid (actually left to go on a trip with his son, Haytham)
Malik as Esty
Lydia as Lionela with 2 plushies as Evie and Jacob (from dead aunt and uncle)
Altaïr: Do you have a permit to perform here in the town square?
Jacob: Shit, it’s the fuzz, run, Lydia!
Evie: Run!
Altaïr: Get back here!
*cue chase scene*
Next scene:
Desmond with Malik with the requests
Altaïr: (annoyed, holding Lydia by the collar in one hand and the two dolls by the neck in the other hand)
Altaïr: (drops all three in front of Malik) Give this girl a permit.
Malik: You just want to give me more work.
Altaïr: Do your job, Malik.
Malik: And where is our dear king again, Altaïr?
Altaïr: (leaves with a growl)
Malik: (sighs and turns to Lydia) Let me get you your permit form.
(Later scene)
Desmond: Hehehe
Altaïr: Why are you laughing?
Desmond: Sorry. It’s just… you’re kinder than I expected.
Altaïr: ???
Desmond: You chased Lydia to help her instead of arresting her.
Altaïr: I don’t know what you mean. It’s as Malik said, I just want to drown Malik in paperwork.
Desmond: Sure, big guy. Whatever lets you sleep at night.
OTHER IDEAS:
Arno as Tantris (Arno drunk and Desmond cures him with an alchemy potion. All his songs are like Burn Butcher Burn but for Elise)
Shay and Ade stuck with Edward and Haytham to make sure they don’t kill each other (technically to stop Haytham from killing Edward)
Arbaaz as Cole
Shao Jun as Tiffani
Nikolai as Hagel
Aveline as Pamela
(It would be funny if Aguilar is a Chim...)
#i don't know if this is going to be altdes#considering sterkrorona is my atelier otp#most probably yeah#just to be safe#im tagging it as#altdes#fic idea: assassin's creed#teecup writes/has a plot
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hey i’m doing a PWYW shipfic writing comms! min price is 10usd, the higher you give the more words the piece will have (no less than 500words if you pay min tho!) these are for valentine’s day only so this is your chance to grab cheaper fic comms from me hehe
here’s my writing portfolio if you’re interested :] and my smut pieces can be found here
i won’t write proship stuff, the pairings gaara x lee and neji x tenten, non-con or abuse. otherwise i’ll write pretty much whatever!
payment via paypal, boosty, wise, ko-fi or mercadopago (argentina only, argentinians have different price so reach out if u wanna pay in ARS!)
turnaround is 2 weeks or less for shorter pieces, might be longer for longer pieces
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*sticks other hand out to your enclosure*
Here is my other hand as a payment
Do you read td fanfics or fanfics in general
If so what are your favorite type of fics
And also
Every god damn time I want a Trent fic I have to go through the trent-ches of shitty characterization and ableism. Even when I find a decent one the author (no offense to any authors) barely use the fucker at all. I know it’s not a big deal but it grinds my gears a bit. The same can be said for any character that aren’t the “popular fucks” (I don’t mean in a negative or offensive way. Heck some of them “popular fucks” are my favorites as well) like they get more character development while the others get nothing more than the bare minimum of their basic character traits. Heck some of them aren’t even written as their canon counterparts it’s like they are a different character all together *cough cough Beth cough cough*
But anyways I wish you a good day and a wonderful week
Sometimes whenever I put my hands in your enclosure I think of you as this big jaguar.
i do read fanfics !! td ones included
i actually prefer one shots and one shot books over multiple chapter fics lol idk why. i like chatfics sometimes too
god youre so fucking REAL about all of that. im so sick of seeing my boy trent get done so horifically dirty in fics or completely underutilized. im really picky when it comes to trent fics and i only have a select few bookmarked for that reason.. (theyre soo good tho !! i might link em below hehe). and god yeah. beth gets done so fucking dirty as well like put some respect on my girls name :,(
thank you !! and honestly ive alyways thought of myself as a hyena but ill take jaguar
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Broken Soul - Chapter Eight sneakpeek
A/N: drugs, struggle, angst, confliction.
I hope y'all are enjoying these sneakpeeks hehe. Eventually I'm gonna open something for requests for fics, but you could always message me in the Ask.
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The Mandalorian stands behind you silently, watching them observe their quarry. He can sense your tension, but there's nothing that he can do for you anymore... and there is no comfort that he could offer in good conscious...
The younger man seems more interested in the Child than you, but the old man makes his way to stand inches from your face. You have to look up to meet his eyes as he towers over you, looking down at you as if you were some piece of meat in the street market. It feels as if flames are bursting from your gaze as your attempts to suppress your anger fail dismally.
"My employer has been looking for you for a long time. He will be content to hear that you're in captivity."
"You and your employer can go to hell," you spit.
He simply smiles with contempt in his gaze, as he wipes drops of spit from his cheek with the back of his hand. "It'll do you well to learn to watch your tongue during your stay." He turns to the Mandalorian, who is still standing in silence behind you. "Your reputation was not unwarranted."
The man turns to the desk behind him and pulls out a metal container that was tucked beneath it. He pushes a button and the container hisses open to display a large stack of beskar bars. Truly, an expensive sell. You're not surprised at the price - a Jedi and a Child with the potential of one is a hefty catch for one bounty hunter.
The younger man turns to leave the room and the Child's pod starts to follow him. The Child turns in his pod to look at you, crying as he leaves, and you start to struggle in your bonds, desperately wishing to be taken with him. He disappears into the other room with the doctor and your heart drops in your chest as he leaves your sight.
Mando is watching him go as well and he speaks to the Client. "What are your plans for it?"
"How uncharacteristic of one of your reputation. You have taken both commission and payment." The door where you had entered slides open and stormtroopers enter, making their way over to where you stand and each takes a hold of your arms to keep you still. "Is it not the Code of the Guild that these events are now forgotten?"
The Mandalorian says nothing, just stares at the old man in front of him.
The Client faces you once again, raising a hand to hold your face still as he looks at you. A low growl escapes you at his touch and daggers shoot from your eyes. "I do have to applaud you, however. Capturing a Jedi is no small task."
"... Jedi?" Mando's helmet turns to you as you continue to struggle out of the man's grip. This is the first time he's heard the name of your people. It's familiar. The Client releases his hold on your face as you move to bite his hand with a snarl.
"Yes, a Jedi. They have become a rare species and my employer would like to make them extinct." He looks at the Mandalorian. "Do you have her weapon?"
Panic shoots through you at his question and you look at the bounty hunter with urgency. His visor is burning into you as he watches you, still processing the man's statement. "She had a blaster when I found her. I confiscated it." You hold back a sigh of relief at his lie.
The man nods with a tight-lipped smile, but it's obvious that was not the weapon he was referring to. "Good." He nods to the stormtroopers that are holding you tightly, and they start to drag you to the door where the Child was taken. You struggle in their grasp, growling at them as you fight.
"Get your hands off of me! Let go!" you scream in anger. You try to plant your feet into the ground as they walk, but their force makes your heels drag on the ground with little to no effect on your retaliation. You manage to turn to look at the Mandalorian one last time before the troopers have dragged you through the door as it slides closed, calling out his name panickedly.
"Mando-"
He was watching you go, conflicting emotions plaguing his heart and his hands tightening into fists at his sides. They continue to yank you roughly through a hallway to a room with a large table. Panic flares in your chest when you see the restraints attached to it and you scream in anger as you let out your last bursts of energy to try to fight their grip. The sharp jab of a needle pierces your neck, and the room before you starts to go blurry.
Shit, they drugged me.
You shake your head, trying to clear it, as you manage to break one arm free from a trooper and knock him onto his back. You whip around to take care of the other trooper but your vision fades to black and your body falls to the floor with a thud. The last thing you see is the trooper leaning over you before you slip into unconsciousness.
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Hehehe oh, no... she's drugged... Anyway, you can find the rest on my Wattpad and AO3
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What I want to hear more than anything is any and all of your thoughts involving Kushinada? Because I LIVE of them I need all of your ramblings about her and every AU she is currently apart of. You could type out thousands of words and I'd still want more.
since you did write about that hot fenrir X kushinada stuff in your latest fic (which was the most adorable thing btw omg) i figured i might provide a few scenarios for that (a few meaning 1000+ words of cute stuff oops! never mind it’s 2000+ hahaha fuck)
high school au
i know i said it in the dating sim route for fenrir but him giving his leather jacket to kushinada when they go out and it’s cold??? that’s one of my fav tropes omg
also kushinada accidentally comparing fenrir to a loyal dog when talking to aphro and light hel and him overhearing that and being all embarrassed about it bc he can’t deny that he’s literally a dog in human form
he has a very strong sense of smell, always noticing all the flower perfumes that kushinada wears and he always compliments her about how nice she smells even when she’s come back from her garden (he likes the smells of nature hehe)
also he’s very protective of her and gives people the nastiest stares if they say anything remotely negative about her. when kushinada opens up about having an unrequited crush on cu chu and her past with relationship with susano she has to drag away fenrir and get him to promise not to fight those two on sight
also it’s a lil nsfw but i think he’s totally into leaving hickeys around the place so when kushinada shows up at school on a super hot day with a scarf aphro is like “so things must be moving nicely between you and fenrir huh?” and kushinada is just a blushing mess and silently nods
oh, and him just resting his head on kushinada’s when she’s gardening and wrapping his arms around her UwU
so when they start dating i really like the idea of fenrir learning how to grow stuff with kushinada (and him actually having a decent green thumb after learning the basics)
also i couldn’t get the idea out of my idea about fenrir trying to grow kushinada roses/or forget-me-nots/camellias(they all mean love apparently?? that’s cute n sappy hehe) and trying to keep it a secret from her
so while he’s checking some plants during club time, fenrir just snatches a seed packet from her collection and takes her gardening equipment and other materials when he needs them
bc he’s just a beginner he fails pretty badly and goes around asking for help from tyr (as he’s been talking about kushinada w/ tyr who serves as a sorta personal confidant and a father figure who is more stern w/ fenrir than loki). tyr’s all for this as that’s how he wooed ullr over on their first date (and promptly got laid as well) so they both read a few gardening books and search the internet for info…
…unfortunately tyr’s pretty shit w/ gardening as well so they ask chiron for help and, although he’s got the knowledge, it somehow doesn’t work out either…
…so they ask for inari’s help which who suggests that they just hire a professional gardener or just buy some really expensive and rare flowers for her(which they’ll pay for; inari is all for fenrir trying to be romantic and trying to cater to kushinada’s interestseven if it doesn’t turn out)
fenrir eventually decides to come clean and presents her with what he’s got and kushinada kisses him for all his effort UwU. she really appreciates the effort even if she was aware that he was stealing from her the entire time (she’s gotta keep a tight budget with the club, the school only gives her a certain amount of money to run the place and it’s she may be forgetful at times but her equipment disappearing every time fenrir was around was a lil convenient)
also if we’re going full cheese then i want fenrir to confess his love to kushinada all anime-style w/ cherry blossoms and everything :’^)))))) like kushinada would be the first to say that she loves him but it’s really hard for him to say, like he’ll just say “i do too” and avoid saying “i love you”
also just in general they’d probs both like going out to parks, botanical garden or go hiking and have peaceful walks when kushinada points out all the plants while fenrir listens, he likes hearing her ramble on bc it’s cute seeing her so excited about something
so they’re at some botanical garden place and kushinada is really excited and basically dragging fenrir by the arm to point out all the different flower types but all he can think about is how much she’s changed him for the better, how he doesn’t deserve her at all. he’s just smitten with her, with how adorable she is when she’s ranting, even if he’s heard all the information before - he just wants to listen to her beautiful voice. and, wow, she looks so stunning amongst the blooming flowers and he thinks, no, he knows he’s in love with her and how he wants to marry her and that sorta mushy stuff hehe
kushinada snaps him out of his thoughts by asking if she’s boring him with her explanations and then he just blurts out that he loves her and it’s just silence between the two for a moment before kushinada, as the sappy bitch she is, starts crying tears of joy and leaps into his arms :’))))))) (yes i’m the world’s softest bitch, what about it)
mafia au
fenrir stumbles into kushinada’s bakery after a street fight with a rival gang, all bloody and bruised and telling her to not touch him before promptly passing out. kushinada tends to his injuries while he’s out and drags him into her beroom falling asleep beside the bed bc she was so exhausted from work + this incident
fenrir wakes up with a nasty headache, only made worse by him not knowing where he is - he’s still alive, probably due to the beautiful japanese woman uncomfortably lying on the side of the bed with bandages in her hands. he knows he could snap her neck with ease, but something in the back of his mind tells him not to - tyr’s words and actions ring in his ears
also on a side note i’m imagining that fenrir has a rough childhood bc of loki being involved in shady gang operations and that fenrir was preened by him to succeed him but fenrir was betrayed by the norse gang and left to get caught by the cops during a major heist. i imagine that tyr, a cop (duh), went onto the scene and tried to communicate with a scared and furious fenrir. fenrir probably lashed out at him, scarring tyr’s arm (and then it later being infected or something? i’m not here for arm severing lmao) and then breaking down in his arms while tyr comforted him.
fenrir spent some time in prison after that and got out due to tyr lobbying for him and he’s trying to separate himself from his family and old ties to his gang although it obviously catches up with him here :^)
the attack was probably bc in the past fenrir was an asshole and very cocky, brash and abusive to others and he made a lot of enemies bc he thought we was untouchable as one of the norse gang members with really high connections bc of his father
anyways fenrir explores the small apartment before hearing the ring of the bell downstairs (i imagine the bakery to underneath a small apartment like this). he walks to check that out, hiding on the stairs just in case the gang members have found where he ended up
fortunately (or rather, unfortunately) for him it’s not the gang members - it’s inari, wanting to get a pastry and tea from her favourite bakery. when they can’t see kushinada or smell anything being made that’s when they decide to check on her
fenrir makes a mad dash for kushinada’s room, pretending to sleep once again while kushinada is in the shower. she gets out and greets inari, trying to nicely introduce the topic of the strange and ruggedly handsome man resting in her room (it just hit me that this is essentially just that scene from tangled but inari isn’t an evil hag lmao)
inari is really annoyed - they don’t want kushinada to get further involved with any more gang acitivity than she already is and they know about fenrir’s past and what he’s done. they fight for a bit before inari relents, knowing that coddling kushinada and treating her like a defenceless child isn’t going to help her out any.
fenrir is shitting himself - he never expected to get so close to the elusive and destructive inari and it doesn’t help that inari ends the conversation with “if he does anything to hurt you i’ll make sure to put that mangy mutt down and make him regret ever stepping out of prison” before asking kushinada to have a cup of tea with her
after they’re done, kushinada comes up while fenrir pretends to wake up for the first time. she checks on his injuries and she asks about what happened to him but he shuts her down before she has to chance to speak and tries to leave - of course, in his injured state he just makes things worse and falls over. kushinada scolds him for trying to move in this state, and says that even if he won’t co-operate that she’s still going look after him just to prove inari that she can handle looking after herself when dealing with the mafia business.
she leaves for a bit and brings a breakfast tray for him. he wolves it down, reluctantly saying thanks and apologising for his manners - kushinada finds him kinda cute when he’s all blushing and red (although she won’t admit it). she tries to more subtly ask what happened to make him so ravenous but he brushes her off again. fenrir asks for some coffee instead of the tea she’s brought and she makes sure that he uses his manners this time.
she goes down again, leaving fenrir to his own devices. he eventually walks around the apartment for a bit, taking special notice of all the greenery around the place. she pops up behind him while he’s admiring some lillies. he asks how she gets the plants to look so nice - she says that you can gorw anything as long as the conditions are right
then their usual routine sets in - kushinada will get up before him and they’ll eat meals with each other while she runs the bakery downstairs, popping up whenever she has the time to see him.
when he can walk without major discomfort again then kushinada gets him to man the counter and when his arm heals she starts teaching him about how to bake to tend to her plants - he’s not half bad at either activity and when he’s polished his skills enough he makes breakfast for her UwU
of course y’all can imagine as many fluff moments as possible while they fall in love and that cute stuff like
fenrir talking about his tats and what they mean
talking about his past, maybe a lil bit of angst and comfort bc i’m a sucker for emotion support scenes
cute baking moments, fenrir licking the spoon and kushinada getting on his case about that
i’m sure you can think of a few dramatic situations to progress the plot but i’m just here for fluff hehe
or maybe something about fenrir running into some old gang members and them giving him shit about losing his edge and how pathetic he looks manning the bakery - he’s barely keeping himself together but he does for his and kushinada’s relationship together but he snaps when one of the group starts talking about kushinada and threatening to attack her to coax the old fenrir out. it probs gets into a bad back alley sprawl with the gang needing a large ambulance as a result of his anger (i like to imagine that inari was watching around the corner ready to back him up and they’re like “good job kid”)
and maybe fenrir’s family comes to see him?? at the very least i want light hel to work for kushinada at the bakery bc i want Dramatic™ family reunions yo and she’d fit the role p well
#if there's spelling or grammar mistakes don't point them out asdfljdsalkdjljl#anyways i hope you enjoy these againnnnnnn#more payment for your fics hehe#answered asks#high school au#smite mafia au#ily <3#also the word count is about 2044 i think lmao#i. work. harder. than. the. US. marines.
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Forever Home - HALLOWEEN SPECIAL 🎃
Pairing: DomSupernaturalCreature!Baekhyun x Reader
Genre: Fantasy, horror, angst, smut 🖤
Tags: Angst, horror, gore, blood, murder, surprise supernatural creature (don't wanna spoil hehe), manipulation, unrequited love, NON CON (you wanted it here it is), AGE GAP (legal. Baek is 40. Reader is 20), strong dom behavior, daddy kink, degradation, objectification, pet names, impact play, forced orgasms, multiple orgasms, hair pulling, spit play (light), unprotected sex, breeding kink and more~~
Raiting: 18+
Word count: 7.5k
Summary: You’re all alone, tired and broken by a fate thats keeps trying to bring you to your knees. But you somehow find comfort in the lonely middle aged man living next door. Can Mr Byun resurrect your shallow and empty soul?
A/N: Guysss!! Finally!! I'm back!!!! I hope you will enjoy this halloween special! I'm nervous but mostly excited! I edited this super quickly to make sure to publish on time for halloween! Please overlook any mistakes. -Cat 😸
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DISCLAIMER: THIS FIC CONTAINS NON CON READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.
Forever Home
You sigh to yourself as you finally push in the door of your small studio apartment. It’s well past midnight in the middle of the week and you’re already exhausted. You lean your back against the chipped door and close your eyes for a second to catch a break but find no comfort. The upstairs neighbours are fighting and the baby from down stairs is screaming their lungs out. You open your eyes back but the humid smell of your unsanitary one room studio hits you. You forgot to open the window before leaving for work. You walk to the direction of your small single window but step on a pile of mail. You bend over to pick them up and realize they’re all bills.
But one stands out. The red and solenel bold font makes you open it. It’s the last reminder before they completely shut off your power. You should panic, but you don’t. Your heart should beat faster, but it’s keeping its weary pace. Your breathing should be quicker but it’s still completely steady.
You’re tired and jaded. Each month is the same.
You fish out some change from the tips you got tonight? 8 poor dollars. Nothing much. The owner of the restaurant keeps for himself 90% of your tips but he is the only one that wants to hire you. And you need this job. Desperately.
You clench your fist around the coins. At least, with that and the rest you have saved up on your bank account you’ll be able to afford the electricity bill one more month. Barely hanging on. But still standing nonetheless.
You decide to quickly go to the ATM to drop off the cash onto your bank account and pay the bill directly from the terminal.
The bank is quite far but you have to make the payment today if you want to be able to turn on the light tomorrow morning when you brush your teeth in the tiny sink of the windowless kitchen. So you rip off your dirtied apron and throw on an oversized black hoodie. You check your face in the cracked but only mirror you have hanging in the entrance. You look tired, exhausted, your body reflecting your poor mental state. Your hair is dull, thinned out and brittle. Your lips are dry and chapped. Your eyes are belted with purple dark circles.
You are just a shadow of what you used to be a year ago… Back then you still had hope. Even when the angels called back your parents to heaven, even when you were left all alone to roam the earth by yourself, even when you were forced to drop out of highschool to be able to support yourself financially. Even then, you had hope.
But your resilience had its limits. And even the strongest spirit would find themself bent down and broken by the relentlessness of misfortune.
You were barely 20 years old and already you had one foot in the grave. A dead spirit inhabiting a living body. Only half alive.
“Y/n?” a male voice called as soon as you stepped out.
You turned your face in its direction. It’s Mr Byun. He looks back at you with a warm smile that turns his eyes into half moons and raises his round cheeks.
“Oh! Hi Mr Byun” you politely greet him.
“How many times do I have to tell you to call me Baekhyun?” he says, fainting the unapproving tone of a parent.
You only chuckle while your heart blooms. You’ve always liked running into him. He's always been nice and understanding to you. Maybe it was the fact that he had trusty large shoulders that seemed to be carrying the world around or maybe it was the fact that he was twice your age or maybe it was the silly jokes but Mr Byun reminded you of your father. And that warm aura you felt around him was something you desperately craved. That warm feeling was the closest you could get to home for a lonely soul like you.
Or maybe you felt close to him because you knew he was going through the exact same solitude as you. You didn’t know his story but you knew those eyes. He has been living in this shithole apartment complex for a lot longer than you and you’ve never, ever seen him have a visitor, or even overheard phone calls through the paper thin walls. Only the background noise of a TV no one is watching and sometimes the quiet sobs of a broken man.
“Where are you going this late?” he asked, concern was pooling in his brown and used up eyes.
“Oh! Huum…” you lifted the red envelope “I’m going to pay the bills” you announced with a smile as if you weren’t ready to break down a second ago. Perfectly masking your fractured spirit behind the brightest smile.
Mr Byun sighed and stepped closer to carefully wrapped his big hands made rough by labor around your small ones. Yes, his hands were tough but his touch was infinitely tender. You could tell they weren’t always like this.
“Be careful y/n… Okay”
His sincere eyes locked into yours made you drop the fake smile and you nodded slowly.
“Yes I will” you took your hands away before you had the chance to enjoy the feeling. This warm feeling of being important to someone, to matter. Before you had the chance to let your eyes get watery, the ingenuine smile was back on.
“Don’t worry Mr Byun” you said, waving back as you ran down the stairs.
“Baekhyun!” you heard him correct you once more, shouting from afar and you chuckled again.
The cold hair takes you by surprise, you pull up on the collar of your hoodie and hurry yourself. Once you reach the machine and clear out your debt you realise how quiet the street is except for the burst of laughs and loud voices of a group of men.
You peak your head from behind the machine. The group seem to be from a street gang, that explains why the usually always busy street has been cleared out. They all have shaved heads, the leader of the pack has a cheap effigie of the Virgin Mary tattoed on his right cheek and seems to be smoking a cigarette.
You keep your voice down and walk alongside the walls when you pass by them. You’re almost in the clear when the smoking man shouts.
“Hey! You” you don’t reply and start walking faster but the leader wraps his arm around your neck and you cringe the sensation of his sweaty and clammy skin against your nape.
“Where you’re going, pretty girl?” the leader’s rusty voice asks. The putrid odor of cold cigarettes and poor dental hygiene floats to your nostrils and you turn your head the other way in an attempt to get some fresh, uncontaminated air.
“N-No where, just going home” you stutter, eyes wide open as they dart everywhere looking for a place to flee.
You feel his heavy hand grip on your shoulder silently ordering you to halt. You stop dead in your tracks, heart loudly thumping against your rib cage, ready to flee the scene before you and leave your lifeless body to the gang.
“Home? Yeah I bet… Pretty girls like you should not walk around alone at night like this… You might run into some bad people." His carnacious grin makes a shiver run along your spine while the laughter of the others chill your bones.
“What about I take you home, baby?” he says as he pulls down on the neckline of your thick black hoodie. Cold air rushes on your exposed skin and the salacious, beady eyes of the man trail down to your collar bones and as deep as the sweater allows him to. In an instinctive response, without thinking, you swat his hand away. When you pull your eyes back up his gaze is dark, clouded with despise and anger.
“Fucking little-” he raises his hand and you brace yourself for impact before you hear shouting.
“Y/N!!!!” the voice yells.
You instantly recognize the honey toned voice of your neighbour.
“Mr Byun” you whisper as you see him running up to you and the pack of gangsters.
“Get your dirty hands off her” Mr Byun spits through gritted teeth, clenching his fists.
“Sorry daddy but your little girl is going home with me tonight” The man says as he tightens his grip around your neck, bringing your small figure closer to him, your face close to his sweaty armpits. “Don’t worry” he laughs before whispering. “We can always share, right?”
Mr Byun doesn’t think twice and lands a mighty left hook right on his tattoed cheek bone. The blow is so precise and so powerful that you could swear your heard his face break under the impact, the cracking sound raising goosebumps on your skin.
The boogey fell back and hit his head on the hard and cold concrete. Before his gang members quickly put him back on his feet.
“This is not the end, punk” he said, wiping the blood off his bruised brow bone.
“Yeah sure. Scram before I lose my patience” Mr Byun replied with an icy, biting tone.
The whole group left without asking for their rest. They ran and their silhouettes disappeared behind the street corner.
As soon as they were gone Mr Byun turned to you.
“Y/n, are you alright?” worry was clouding his warm brown eyes, he brought a bloodied hand to wipe away a tear on your cheek, softly taking your face in his cold hands.
“Y-yeah” you lied. “Thank you” you huffed in relief, as the fear that was contorting your guts was eventually fading away.
“Let’s go home” he said as he wrapped a strong arm around your trembling and astounded body.
The rest of the walk home was quiet as both of you found comfort in complete silence punctually interrupted by the resound of your steps in the empty night. You both appreciated this tacit pact that bound your two lonely and forlorn souls. One in need of guidance and the other in need of a purpose.
When you were about to enter your dilapidated appartement still in silence Mr Byun grabbed your arm. You turned around with round eyes, surprised by him breaking the reassuring silence.
“Y/n” he started solenelly, his deep voice was grave. “I… think” he was hesitant. “I like you.”
The words took a couple of seconds to come to a meaningful sentence in your mind. Mr Byun wrapped his cold hands around your warm ones and leaned in. Before you could realize it, your lips were connected to his.
Your eyes were wide open and you realized how he had moles you couldn't possibly notice from a reasonable distance before, you realized how his lips were even colder than yours, you don’t know for how long he walked the cold empty streets looking for you. And you finally realized he was kissing you.
You pushed him away with a strength you didn’t know you had, leaving you both in shock to gaze at each other, both confused and lost.
“I-I’m sorry” you stuttered, bringing a finger to your lips, making sure you were not dreaming.
“No… No it’s me I shouldn’t have…” he said, averting his eyes, turning his face away from yours, keeping his expressions and feelings in the shadows.
“I…” You started but he interrupted you.
“I was a fool for mistaking your kindness for love…” heavy and clammy silence swelled in the space between you. “I haven’t allowed myself to feel any of those in so long that I ended up mixing the two” his voice was unnaturally low, like a rumbling whisper. A sound you never heard before.
“Mr Byun” you laid an hesitant hand on his arm “I’m sorry…" your voice was ready to give out at any time. "But I've always looked at you like a father” you felt him tense under your touch, but you didn’t want to let go, not him too, not this tiny, ridiculous, miniscule piece of hope and joy that you had left. “You’re like a father to me” you said, squeezing his arm with a trembling hand and an aching heart, craving to get to dive in his warm paternal brown eyes again. Just once, just this once so you'd know it was going to be okay.
But when he finally turned around again, the warm gentle eyes had turned into ice, closed off, only reflecting your own desperate eyes in their abysmal emptiness. They felt nothing, nothing for you.
Mr Byun looked at you once more, his eyes trailed down from your humid orbs, on the verge of tears, to your trembling blue lips, to your neck and to the thin exposed skin of your collarbones. He gulped down, eyes still looking with insistence at your naked skin. Then he ripped his arm from your grip and stepped in his apartment, slamming the door shut.
You were left there alone in the cold once again, the bleak winds whistling outside as your heart screamed in agony. Sobs shook your small body as you sank to your knees, curling up on the floor of the hallway.
Once again, you had no one left.
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Saying the next day was difficult was an understatement. But you worked twice as hard in the restaurant just so you could take your mind off the heartache ripping through your soul. You scrubbed every corner, took every order and helped in the kitchen. Everything you could do, you did. Just to have a break from your misery.
Of course, as per usual, you suffered the reprimands of your boss. He blamed you for every misfortune the restaurant was facing. Like every day he yelled at you when you weren’t quick enough with orders, or when the customers dirtied the floor with their shoes or when the kitchen messed up an order. Everything was your fault and he made sure you knew about it.
But as paradoxical as it may be, it felt right, this day looked like all the other ones. It looked and felt like a day where you would get home and run into Mr Byun on the stairs or at the store and he would ask about your day, place a reassuring hand behind your back… Even though it wasn't and those days were gone, it felt good to at least pretend.
But eventually the day and your shift ended and it was time for you to go back to a cold, humid, moldy and reeking apartement, a place you couldn’t ever dare to call home.
As you were hurrying outside, you felt a heavy arm wrap around your neck. The disturbing smell of his sweat instantly gave away who it was. The gang leader again. He approached his ugly tattooed face to yours.
“Hi pretty girl” he said, grinning in victory, uncovering his rotten teeth made grey by smoking. Before you could scream or reply anything a bag was placed over your head and you were lifted off the ground. A strong and clammy hand was maintaining the thick and rough cloth over your mouth and nose which prevented you from speaking or even breathing. But you could still struggle. You kicked, punched and clawed. You know you landed a few blows but nothing to make your opponent loosen their grip around your mouth. Your lips were bruised between their soiled hands and your teeth, but you didn’t even notice the pain or even the taste of your own blood sliding on your tongue.
Soon you were thrown on the cold ground and the bag was lifted off your head. You couldn’t tell if you were far away from where they abducted you but one thing was certain you didn’t recognize anything. The small alleyway looked menacing as only one of the street lamps was still shining off light. The alley was narrow and secluded, you were so far from the main axes that you couldn't hear any cars driving by, no roaring engines, no sirens blaring, nothing.
“HELP!!! SOMEBODY!!!” you started yelling. But the group of men only snickered at your despair.
“You can scream all you want, pretty girl. Nobody will hear you here” the gang leader said as he crouched down to you, approaching his face to the crook of your neck, you pushed him away which caused him to lose balance.
“GET AWAY FROM ME YOU PIECE OF SHIT” you yelled, rage boiling through your veins.
The man scoffed before smirking.
“Hold her down, boys”
Four of the men rushed to hold down each of your limbs while the remaining ones stood there to watch dread take over you. No matter how hard you kicked or struggled there was nothing you could do to break their grip. You were completely helpless.
The leader came walking to you, his big and disgusting figure stood above you, from below he was even uglier. Your knotted guts was holding back disgusted hiccups. The man fumbled with his zipper before pulling the waistband of his jeans below the hips. You eyed down with horror the twitching bulge in his underpants.
“I’ll go first then I’ll leave her to you guys” the others started laughing, ogling you with perfidious want.
You struggled, screamed and fought back even harder when you realized what was about to happen. The man kneeled down between your forcefully parted legs and rolled up your work skirt, exposing your plain black panties. You wanted to spew when you felt his sweaty palm clam at the bare skin of your inner thighs.
With a swift move of the wrist he takes out a small butterfly knife from his sleeve. Instantly your body tenses up when your eyes land on the sharp and shiny blade. The tattooed man revels in the way fear pools in your orbs. He brings the cold blade to your neck.
“You will stop struggling right now pretty girl” you feel the blade dangerously sink in your soft skin. “Or i will slit your throat” his tone is serious and you know you might die, here, tonight.
One single warm tear ran down your cold cheek as your heart sunk to the bottom of your stomach.
If only he was still around.
If only he was still here to protect and take care of his little girl. If only this drunk driver didn’t rip him and your mom away from you… If only…
“Daddy” you whispered in a strangled breath, calling out to your father out of desperation, streams of tears burned your cheeks as you let go. You let go of an idea. You let go of the life you desperately wanted but that kept rejecting you. Finally. Ready to surrender when you closed your eyes and wished the sharp blade resting against your neck was sinking into your skin to drain the life out of your aching body in a beautiful deep red firework.
So that’s it. That is the end of my story.
Just when the man was about to slide your underwear to the side you hear rumbling in the dark. A cold shivering breeze rushes in the alleyway. A shadow-like figure seemed to be rummaging between the trash bins in the dark. The single street light began to flicker as everybody stood still. The cold air of winter was suddenly as dense as the most humid summer. Everybody was on their guard, waiting for an inevitable tragedy to happen. And so it did.
The figure took the first man holding your right leg back to itself in a blink of darkness. In a second the figure had retrieved the man outside the shivering halo of light.
A scream of agony ripped through the night. The sound was deafening, but what was even more dreadful was that it died down so quickly. The action happened in a fraction of second when the light came back on he was gone and blood was splattered on the floor, bright red, fresh blood smeared the dirty gutters.
When the horrid sight came into light, the other men’s reaction was quick, the ones that were standing there, ready to watch you get abused a second ago were now running, but each time somebody stepped out of the light more blood was spilled on the cold concrete from the darkness.
Panic rose from every person there, all of them starting to scream and pathetically crying for their pitiful and meaningless life to be spared. One by one, all the men were brutally slaughtered by the informed and indefinite dark mass of power. Each time the light flickered there was another shriek and more and more blood squirted from the dark. Until there was only the gang leader and you left.
The man pointed his knife left and right. The weapon looked ridiculous compared to the threat that was menacing him. His eyes were as large as saucers. Fear was contorting his face.
"Come out here and fight like a man!" He shouted, looking everywhere and anywhere. Vainly trying to find a target. But the darkness mocks him with untainted silence. Not even considering his pathetic provocations.
He knew he was done for so in a last useless attempt, he dropped the knife and tried to run but the light went out again. You couldn't see a thing but sight was not required to know what horrible torment the man was put through.
"PLEASE NO HAVE MERCY PLEASE" you heard him beg. Soon after you heard bones, flesh and ligaments being very slowly twisted and ripped to shreds. The wet sounds of guts and blood being spilled onto the floor made you nauseous.
And just like that the heavy silence was back, along with the light.
Your frantic heart pumped adrenaline through your veins. You started to sob meekly, your nerves finally getting the best of you.
That was it.
You were dead.
But nothing came. The light stopped flickering and instead of hearing your own scream tear your eardrums, you heard slow footsteps.
When you look back up you instantly recall the larger shoulders.
“Mister Byun” you whispered.
Tears spilled from your eyes as you felt relief gain your limbs. He came back for you, to protect you again. After all this you could still count on him. You got up and limped to him, you wrapped your arms around his waist and nestled your head on his chest and you held onto him as tight as you could.
“Thank you” you whispered. He only stood there, didn’t reply anything and didn’t return your embrace.
“So now you want to touch me huh?” he says after a moment. His voice is cold, nothing like what you are used to. So you look back up at him, his face is concealed by the shadow casted down on his features.
“What?” you ask meekly as glacial winds rushed through the alley one more time.
“I offered you my love and you denied me” he spoke through gritted teeth.
“Mr B-” you started but was interrupted as he took a strong grip on your throat, hindering your breathing.
"You can never imagine the countless times I dreamed about this. Finally having you for myself."
“Please” you let out a small strangled cry.
“You don’t how long I’ve been dreaming about your scent, about your touch, about your taste” his cold tongue ran alongside the shell of your ear. “But you rejected me so it’s time I claim by force what’s always been mine”
With that he shoves you back and you fall flat on your butt. Stunned and still dizzy, trying to catch a breath it takes a couple of seconds before your eyes come back into focus and land on Baekhyun kneeling between your legs on the concrete floor.
With baffling force he rips the clothes off your body. First your hoody, then your bra, the cold air of winter that blows in your exposed skin hardens your nipples.
You cover yourself with your hands but Baekhyun catches your wrists in a firm grip and holds them behind your back with one single hand. He’s much stronger than all the other men. With just one hand he’s able to completely immobilize you. You can’t move your upper body at all no matter how hard you try. So you try to close off your legs but Baekhyun keeps them spread with his knees. He bends down and takes one nipple into his mouth. Your skin is so cold that you can’t even feel the warmth of his mouth.
“I’ve always imagined you tasted good but I never knew it could be as delicious. I need more.” his breath tickles the wet patch of skin on your breast.
“Please stop” you start sobbing, slowly coming to the realization. The realization that the only person you thought was here to protect you showed themselves to be the real monster all along. The realization that Baekhyun never came back to save you but only to do the job himself.
He ignored your cries and pleads.
“I want more of this. “ He trailed his cold lips back to the crook of your neck. “I can’t hold back anymore.'' There you catch with the corner of your eyes the usually warm brown orbs turned bright crimson red. And peek from under his curled upper lip, two sharp fangs.
You’ll never forget this pain, the sharp and overwhelming pain you felt when Mr Byun fed off your blood. The two fangs sunk in your soft skin with such ease, like a sharp steak knife in soft butter. You cried out in pain, reflexively tilting your head back. Blood spilled out of the two wounds, his cold wet lips latched onto the small cuts.
He sucked the precious vital liquid, relished in your divine taste and royal scent. He slurped, sucked, grunted and growled, losing himself in the taste he had so desperately craved ever since you moved across from him. After keeping his promise for so long. After vowing to never seek the company of a mortal again, after centuries of solitude, after centuries of aimlessly wandering the earth. He let his guard down and you broke into his heart without permission. He never asked for this. It was you who forced him. But now that you were in, there was no way he was going to let you go. Ever. And just how you claimed and took his unbeating heart I was going to violate you too. For the first time in forever he felt alive.
Then finally he detached his lips from your neck and he tilted head back, you saw how his Adam's apple bobbled and he swallowed the last gulp, thick blood was running down his neck and staining his clothes, leaving red trails on his skin. He clicked his tongue and sighed heavily. Like one would do when deprived of water and walking in the burning sun for days.
When he looked back at you again he looked psychotic, in a sort of trance.
That’s not possible… These creatures only exist in books, in movies...
“Hmmm. Delicious” he sighed.
He let go of your wrists. Before you can even muster the courage to get up again he had rolled up your skirt and whipped out his cock through his zipper. Breath hitched your throat and you were petrified solid. You couldn’t detach your eyes from the unnaturally large appendix Mr Byun was holding in his large palm. The thing was raging hard, big bulging veins ornating the shaft and the thick head was seeping precum at the slit. It was big, so impressive that it left an indelible mark inside your eyelids. A sight you can never forget.
When he brushed the tip onto your cloth core you snapped out of your tance and you started to struggle again.
“NO NO!” you screamed as you threw punches and kicks. But he dogged or stopped every attack. He coldly snickered at your pathetic attempts.
“Aww girlie… Don’t you get it ? There’s no point in fighting anymore…” he smirked before he grabbed you by the hips and flipped over on your knees. To keep your balance you laid both your palms flat on the ground and Mr Byun took this chance to catch your wrist in your back again. He placed both your wrists in the middle of your back and placed his palm on it. You felt a weird gooey like substance wrapped around your wrists and forearms. When Mr Byun’s palm lifted off your skin you were tied down.
He archly pressed on your shoulder and your teared stained cheek made contact with the cold, rough concrete. You were completely helpless, whimpering and crying to yourself.
Mr Byun lifted your skirt to expose your clothed ass. With longing delicacy he took his time to pull down your black panties, as more and more of you was revealed he could feel the need getting stronger, seething lust clouding his mind, your body obsessing his every thought.
Finally there it was: your celestial pussy.
Out in the open.
All for him.
Finally.
You screamed again, engulfed with the last energy of desperation. Sobs shook your body. Because no matter how hard you were pressing your legs together you knew in this position his eyes were able to look at you in the most private of places.
“Fuck” Mr Byun swore under his breath and he wiped a cold finger on your folds. You felt both his hands hold you down on your butt cheeks and suddenly something wet aimed right at your clit. You took a sharp breath when you realized he had his lips wrapped around you. He sucked and lapped at your bundle of nerves, producing the similar lewd wet noises he did a second ago.
“Baby you taste even better here”
“NOOO!!” you cried out, as you swayed your hips left and right. But Mr Byun’s tongue followed.
You felt your walls clench around nothing, trying to reject him but there was nothing you could do.
And when he finally parted from your core you felt strings of arousal still linking his tongue with your center. You wanted to throw up at the way your body reacted.
“Oh baby you got all wet for me” you felt his tip brush against your bare folds. Swiping up and down, gathering your wetness.
“NOO NOOO NOOO PLEASE” you begged again, tears making your vision completely blurry. Each word ripping threw you throat as you implored him.
“Your mouth says no but your body says yes” he said as he slowly pushed in, you felt his intrusion begin and you snapped.
“Please, Baekhyun. Please. Please.” your breath was short and hitched your throat. But it worked. He stopped.
“Now you decide to call me Baekhyun.”
“Yes please, Baekhyun, please stop. I’ll do anything” you hurriedly said, blinking the tears out of your eyes, engulfing yourself in the breach.
“Well… Since you want to see me as a father so much... why don’t you call me daddy instead?”
You felt him grab your hair and lift your face back as he slammed his thick cock inside you. His cock invaded your cunt, claiming it with force as he thrusted with all his might.
“So fucking warm and wet baby” he grunted.
“NOOOO PLEASE BAEKHYUN STOP” you screamed as pain ripped through your stomach.
“I said it’s ‘daddy’ for you, whore” he landed a slap on your ass while his other hand was still tightly holding your hair, the burn made you scream even louder as he defiled you, reaching as deep as he could inside you, thick ass cock alleging every centimeters of your cunt.
“I said it’s daddy’” he landed another powerful spank on your already red ass. Warm tears stained the concrete as you struggled and kicked your feet.
“Say please daddy” he said again while bruising your ass. Spanking you again, each time harder then the previous one while he didn’t give one second to your cunt, ramming you up, making your chin scratch against the floor. The pain was so much that eventually you gave in.
“DADDYYYY” you screamed as you instinctively braced yourself for another blow but it didn’t come. Instead his thrusts slowed down and his grip on your hair loosened. You made a sigh of relief as you felt all sources of pain lessen all together.
“Good girl” he cooed as he gave soothing caresses to your raw ass. “Say it again”
“Daddy” you complied, not wanting to go through that torment again, sobbing a little quieter as the pain lessened again.
You felt his hand shift from your ass to your clit. With extreme delicacy he rubbed your swollen bud, teasing and flicking it. You wanted to rip your lips out when they parted to let out a shameful pleasured moan.
“Aww such a good girl. Yes moan for daddy” he said as he picked up the pace, expertly aiming his cock to your sensitive spot. Rubbing and scraping your walls skifully with each coming and going.
You hated how he was so good at it. You hated how easily he flipped your body and mind upside down by putting you through tremendous pain and rewarding you with pleasure. That way he made sure your body was grateful for every well placed thrust, for every circle on your swollen clit and soon, you were making a dripping wet mess on the cold ground. Long strings of your wetness linking your treacherous little cunt with the concrete.
Soon you felt your walls dangerously clench around him, dangerously quivering. And Baekhyun knew exactly what it meant. Like he had know your body for centuries.
“Are you gonna cum for daddy baby girl?” he asked in a short breath, himself relishing in the way your cunt was tightly sucking him in.
“Nooo” you sobbed. You didn’t want that. You didn’t want to cum. You don't want to have pleasure. You wanted it to stop.
“No?” Baekhyun purred as he smirked evilly in the dark.
“No! Please, daddy stop! I’ll do anything” you weep quietly, not having it in you anymore to fight back.
“But you will though, baby girl.” his thrusts came to a complete stop “You will cum on daddy’s thick ass cock”
He started going full speed again, hammering your g spot with surgical precision. While one hand was circling and keeping your clit in a state of pure lustful desperation his other hand was back spanking your raw ass again.
You hated how the pleasure and pain mixed in your mind. You hated how you couldn’t tell anymore which one was which and you hated to realize that you were in fact cumming for him.
Your cunt started to desperately clench around him as you screamed in both pleasure and pain. Overwhelming orgasm crushing your body with every thrust and very flick on your clit, devastating pain shaking you through your core with each slap on your ass.
You hated how good you felt.
“You came, baby” he said.
You only responded with quiet sobs as the pleasurable shame was washing over your body. Shameful fluid of arousal completely coating you and his fatal cock. You couldn’t possibly take this treatment anymore.
“Please” you sobbed “Please let me go” you pleaded.
Baekhyun only chuckled humorlessly, before you left him lift you up effortlessly and flip you over. In a matter of seconds you were facing him. You can only briefly catch the red glowing eyes before you feel his cock filling you up again, instantly taking back its rightful place inside your tired and still quivering pussy.
Both of his hands hold your legs upwards by the back of your knees while your hands are still tied behind your back. You let a scream rip through your throat as your pussy clenches around the abnormally thick length.
“Baby you’re gripping me so good” Baekhyun grunts in your ear as his lips graze against the thin skin of your neck. He slowly pulls out and as he smashes back in he sinks his fangs into your flesh again. Sharp pain and pleasure mix and make your head spin. You can't help but to cry and moan as he pumps his fat cock inside you and feast upon your vital blood which makes you light headed.
When his thirst is finally quenched, he stands back straight, but unfortunately you cannot say the same about his lustful desire. He keeps on pounding you deep. With each powerful thrust he brings you a little closer to the edge once again. Pleasure slowly messes up with your head again, forcing itself through your body even if you want to reject it.
“PLEASE NO I DONT WANT TO CUM AGAIN” you scream, you can’t tell if it’s the sobs or pleasure that’s shaking your body anymore.
But Baekhyun keeps on growling in your ear and fucking you like a toy. A mere cocksleeve specially fitted for his needs. Something he uses you just how he pleases, for his own pleasure without any kind of consideration towards you. You’re a fuck toy. Nothing more.
“Please stop” you cry out loud.
“Yeah you really want that baby?” He asks without stopping. But you see a fault.
“Yes!!” you instantly reply, nodding your head with fervour “Yes daddy please” you meekly say hoping to ease his nerves by behaving.
“Sorry but I can’t baby. You know you want this secretly babygirl”
You don't have time to feel hope slip through your fingers as you are stunt when Baekhyun spits in your face, wet saliva dripping on your cheek. He smears the thick liquid on your face and forces it between your lips, prying your jaw open with his thumb and making you suck on his cold digits. The mixed tastes of your blood and your cunt spread in your mouth and a cocktail you’d hate to call delicious. But fuck, it is.
“That’s right baby suck me dry with this little pussy of yours. You’re going to grow big with daddy’s baby. Make your cunt extra tight for daddy’s thick cock” he says as his digits reach the back of your throat.
“Daddy’s gonna cum inside you make you pregnant” he huffs out in a short breath, thrust becoming sloppy and irregular. Then suddenly he whips his finger out of your mouth and slaps your face, wetness mixes with his own spit on your cheeks as the cold wind freezes off your face. Sharp pain draws a shaky breath from your mouth.
“Fuck you’re so fucking tight my sweet baby”
“Please no” you say in an ultimate and hopeless whisper.
“Fucking take daddy’s cum and get pregnant baby” he grunts in your ear as he fills you up with his cum, thick and creamy liquid rushing inside you and over floaing almost instantly while he forces an other powerful orgasm into your exhausted cunt. Your whole body is sweating and shaking in pure agonizing and unwarranted pleasure, pussy uncontrollably clenching and twitching around his fat cock, completely milking it dry. Slutty cunt hungry for more and more cum while you meekly and pathetically cry.
When he finally pulls out thick cum links your most private parts with the disgusting and bloody concrete ground.
“Don’t cry like that baby” Baekhyun says and as he firmly grips your face, forcing your eyes in his. You can’t help but to cry louder.
“Be fucking grateful you got my cum, you fucking whore” he says as he forces your legs appart once more, landing a shapr slap on your still throbbing pussy. Pain makes your arch your back and groan.
“Stop being an ungratful little fucking brat” he archly slaps your wet and cum covered cunt with each syllables, each slap tings more then the last one. “Say thank you daddy” he yells without giving you one second to catch your breath. At some point the line between pain and pleasure blurs and you feel yourself being unexpectedly thrown over the edge with force. Your traumatized little clit conditioned to cum with pain only. Each mistreatment, each blow bringing more pleasure to your exhausted and pathetic orgasming cunt. Baekhyun smirks at you without an ounce of mercy showing through his cold brown orbs while you cry, scream and cum. Again.
When the pleasure and pain faded out you feel him gently pet your swollen and sore little pussy. Chasing away the discomfort. Another gentle hand pats your head while he takes you in his arms and rocks you gently to sooth you.
“There there my baby” he says with that voice that you know and love. You feel comfort from his familiar tone. This familiar touch. Finally.
“You know daddy can make all the pain go away forever?’ he combs his slender and delicate fingers through your hair so gently you could never tell those same hands were pinning your down and holding your thighs apart to force himself onto you just a few seconds ago. “You know that?”
You look up at him with blurry eyes, with infinite care he dries your teary eyes, and looks down at you with a warm smile.
“Is it true daddy ?” you asked innocently.
“Yes of course my baby. Daddy hates to see you like this. Like this, you know?” he pecks your lips softly and whispers in your ear in the softest most comforting tone with this honey voice that feels like home. “You want daddy to make it all better?”
“Yes” you whisper, your eyes diving into his warm ones, he gazes back at you and slips his cold hand on your neck.
“You want to be with daddy” You nod once more. “Forever?” his unwavering gaze reading through your soul as you can’t detach your eyes from him. It's like you see him in a new light. Like you never wanted him more. Like he’s been everything you’ve ever needed and will ever need. “With daddy forever?” his breath fans your dampened cheeks as his thumb strokes your neck.
“With daddy forever” you reply back. His eyes start to glow red again and his smirk lets you see the sharp fangs hidden under the rolled up lips.
Suddenly he tightens his grip around your neck without warning, completely restricting your breathing and your blood flow. You grip on his strong hand your throat, clawing once again to protect yourself but once more it’s completely useless.. Gradually you grow light headed and your struggles weaken.
“Shhh Shhh baby” he cooes in your ear and softly pecks your lips turned blue.
Your hand falls to your side but you don’t feel the coldness of the concrete anymore. Your eyes flutter close but you don't fear the darkness anymore. You don’t hear the fanatic cries of help of your heart. You don’t feel the biting cold air of winter burning your lungs with each breath.
You don’t feel anything anymore.
No fear, no pain, nothing. You are completely still in this infinite nothingness. Finally at peace.
You have no idea how long you stay there, in the silent space between two worlds, between two realities but at some point everything stops. You are thrown back.
First the feeling of your body comes back. You feel it lying on the ground but you don't feel cold anymore, you don’t feel sore anymore. Instead you feel strong, you feel like your muscles could punch a whole in the ground if you wanted to.
Then, you open your eyes. And for the first time you see clearly. You don’t squint in the hopes of catching some broken light in the darkness. Instead you embrace it. Your own glowing red eyes seeing for the first time.
Then you catch the beating heart of someone passing by. Just by listening to it you know it’s a male, in his twenties, heading north. The delicious and appetizing smell of the hot blood pumping through his veins floats to your nose and makes your nostrils flare as you take in a deep breath.
“How are you feeling my babygirl?” Baekhyun’s deep voice resounds from behind you as you finally stand on your strong legs. You turn back and look closely at him, you catch the bite marks on his own neck and bring your hand to your lips. You feel his dry blood on your cold and lifeless lips. His beautiful porcelain skin stained with blood and sparkling brown eyes looking back at you with pride.
“Daddy” you start. “I am so hungry” you said as you brush your tongue on the new set of sharp fangs.
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Endearing (2)
Tendou Satori x Reader
Tendou Satori is your endearing senpari ready to help you take care of your every need
Pt 1 - Pt 2
Its recommended you read pt 1 of this fic before reading this one :) Here it is! The long awaited sequel to endearing! This monster is 4k words long so enjoy hehe
Warnings : *NSFW*, *smut*, “dubcon”, Tendou kinda feels bad for his actions but not really at the same time, hes also a fucing genius
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The two of you - oddly enough, settled into a comfortable routine.
His impromptu stay in your room led to a second stay, then another, and another. He claimed that it was payment, for his ‘free’ tutoring (Ushijima was apparently a heavy snorer). By now, your room is littered with traces of his existence with yours.
Tendou’s various books shoved haphazardly on the shelf between yours, his red hoodie - the exact same shade of his crimson hair and bold words SHONEN JUMP emblazoned on the back, hanging on your bed post. Instead of the usual one, you now had two unwashed coffee mugs balanced precariously on the ever-growing stack of papers.
Perhaps the most awkward thing was how he still insisted on sleeping together, even after you begged, threatened, whined. The redhead could be adamantly stubborn when he wanted to.
It wasn’t that you disliked it. He was warm, a personal furnace that warded off any chill, despite his lanky figure, Tendou was a surprisingly good cuddler. Plus, he always smelled good, a hint of sandalwood musk and undertones of his laundry detergent that never failed to lull you into a deep slumber.
But still, you were getting extremely frustrated.
Having Tendou as your new roommate meant that you didn’t have a single ounce of privacy left to relieve yourself of your other…. Sexual needs.
To be fair, every woman had her urges. You hadn’t been able to touch yourself in nearly a week, even when Tendon wasn’t in the room, the thought of him suddenly barging in was crushingly embarrassing. Not that you didn’t savour the idea….
With a heavy sigh, you ran a tired hand through your wet hair as droplets of water soaked into the welcome mat in front of your door. The faint light of your room could be seen shining through the crack under the door. That probably meant that Tendou was in your room already. You had handed him your keys earlier so he could come and go as he pleased.
It was locked. You frowned as you wiggled the knob, faint music (?) could be heard from beyond the door that made you press you ear on the door out of curiosity. The song was crooning inaudible lyrics in an upbeat rhythm, the noise of you jangling the doorknob seemed to have alerted Tendou as you heard distinct shuffling of his footsteps padding to the door.
The music volume is lowered with a loud snap and you can only assume that it was his laptop as you hear him shout across. “I’ll be there in a sec.” There is a heavy grunt to be heard and more shuffling as you lean against the wall. Your wet hair was beginning to stick to your shirt, turning the material a shade darker when the coldness seeps past it to soak your skin with a sheen of chill that makes you shudder.
Finally, you hear the familiar click of the lock, the door swings open to show Tendou, his hair was oddly dishevelled, plastered to the sides of his cheek. “Your back from your jog early” Tendou said, his voice is a pitch higher and slightly breathless as he raises a hand to comb through his hair. The movement causes his shirt to rise up and you catch a silver of his taunt stomach before snapping your eyes back to his face in an effort to quell the sudden heat blossoming across your face. The effects of your frustration were beginning to surface.
“It started raining. What were you doing?” You ask, brushing back his figure to grab your towel as you sink on the bed.
“Nothing,” he hums in reply, scooping up his laptop to take a seat opposite you, folding his legs into a cross legged position.
Through the curtain of your hair you shoot him raised eyebrow. “Nothing?”
He raises his hand in a mockery of shock, “What did you think I was doing?”
“I don’t know,” you toss the towel away and prop your head in your hands. “I heard some kind music.”
Tendon blinks, an easy grin growing on his face at your bewildered expression. “Yes, I was listening to music.” He leans backwards on the chair, causing it to creak dangerously in response. “Ya know, I’ve been under so much stress lately with applications and stuff so music! Helps me relax.”
His reply earns him a pillow in the face. Him? Stressed? With his grades and volleyball record, any top-notch university in Japan would be a fool to reject his application.
“You are a horrible liar you know that?”
Tendou laughs, slouching further into the chair as he traces the rim of the mug absentmindedly with a single nimble finger. It was a habit you noticed; the way his fingers often fluttered around restlessly as if having a life of their own whenever he was seated. “I wouldn’t say I’m a horrible liar,” he shoots back. “I think my lying skills are more than decent.”
“That’s not something to be proud of.”
Perhaps it was the growing frustration, or the fact that he was outright lying to your face. Or you were simply just curious. Without warning, you lunge for his laptop.
There is a shocked yell when you collide against him, knocking him off the chair as your fingers close around the edge, but before you get a firm grip, Tendon yanks it out of your grip. Undeterred, you reach for it again, with your speed and Tendou’s reflexes – it seemed like equal ground.
Which wasn’t equal at all.
Tendon was still built like a 6-foot professional athlete.
You were a whole foot shorter.
In the blink of an eye, Tendon had placed the laptop out of reach as his hands encircle around your wrists to catch them firmly against his chest. The both of you are panting heavily amidst the silence, legs entangled on the ground as your body is propped on his, your breaths mingle in soft puffs before he breaks the silence.
“What. Was that?”
You let out an indistinguishable growl of defeat, “Let me go.” You mutter, even in your ears you sounded awfully petulant, like a child denied of candy.
Tendou quirks an eyebrow upwards, amusement dancing in his eyes at your sudden change in attitude. “Something is bothering you right?” He had noticed of course, the way your usually even temper fray at its ends, your footwork in volleyball getting messed up at the slightest distractions. Already, he had a culprit in mind. But he needed you to confess your troubles.
“What is it?” He presses, pulling you closer to him. It was always a delight he savoured, to watch your face turn red from the close proximity. “Come on,” Tendou croons. You attempt to yank your wrists away but with his iron grip, its useless. Added with the weight of his legs on yours, there was no way out of this one unless Tendou got what he wanted. It was so easy to forget the hidden strength that lined his lanky frame.
You open your mouth, ready to spin a lie on the tip of your tongue. As if sensing your thoughts, Tendou cranes his neck upwards. “Don’t lie to your senpai hmm? You know you can’t fool me.”
Gods, he’s close. His nose nearly brushing yours, you can see your own wide-eyed reflection in his orbs. Tendou’s hair is in a soft arc around his face, his eyes glittering like a cat, you sucked in a startled breath as you tore your gaze away from his. Still, you could feel the weight of his stare on the side of your cheek when he shifts you closer to his torso. It brings back unbidden memories of the first night.
“Its nothing,” you scowl, your shirt had ridden up, and you can feel the muscles of his flat, hard stomach through his top against your bare skin. You flushed even deeper, a stark contrast to the frown on your heated face. Who do you think your fooling? Its painfully obvious that you want him and likewise.
But he need to hear you say it. After the last time, his selfish desire had evolved, he wanted you to want him too.
“Don’t be like this,” He inches closer with a singsong; his hands are warm on your wrists, his breath soft in your ear. You could feel everywhere his bare skin seemed to sear itself on you. It was horribly distracting
“I-I want…” You squeak, too embarrassed to finish your sentence as you buried your face into the crook of his shoulder. One hand lets go of yours to tilt your chin upwards in a gentle motion. Tendou, Tendou Satori with his easy grins and childish remarks, had never looked at you like that. The desire, predatory, consuming look that made your heart patter unevenly in your chest and heat floods between your legs. It was as if he was burning to swallow you whole.
It was too much.
You moved on your own, pressing on his chest to meet his lips. For a moment, Tendou seemed to be taken back by your boldness, slight surprise flashing across his features, but it doesn’t take long for his fingers to wind themselves through your hair. He was careful, gentle, opening your mouth with his own.
Everything else seemed to melt away, the only thing that remained were his lips, so soft yet addictively invading all your senses. Tendou groaned, a throaty sound tumbling out his lips as he pulls you closer to deepen the kiss. The warmth of your breath was a dizzying invitation, the taste of you on his tongue so delicious that he could get drunk on it forever. He claimed your mouth again, the original gentleness replaced by a heightened intensity that made your toes curl.
“Tendou,” you breathed, when he reluctantly pulls away, the need for oxygen is a sore ache in both your lungs.
His arms tighten around your body at the roll of his name, you made it sound exotic, like a jewel shining in the mud. “Oh princess, you have no idea how long I’ve dreamt of kissing you this way.”
For some unknown reason, he’s hesitant. There was a sort of fragile vulnerability in the atmosphere, all his previous bravery faded in comparison to the way you were looking at him with your large expressive eyes. He didn’t want to sneak around anymore, Tendou Satori wanted you - the entire of you. To savour his name rolling off your lips, to feel you glowing against him under the sun. To be able to hold your hand in the hallways and capture that gorgeous smile he had first seen on court.
“Tendou” you repeat, cutting away his line of thought. “Can we…?” When the words fail, your cool hands sliding beneath his shirt provide the answer. He shudders but makes no move to stop you when you push his shirt off, revealing his sculpted body, all taunt lines of hard muscle. His hand moves down your cheek, across your shoulder and side, stroking your body in a single long caress that ended at your hip where he stopped. His pale chest rose and fell, the hand on your hip tightened. You could hear your own breathing, as shallow as low tide.
You shift downwards, your cunt coming in contact with his arousal and Tendou sucks in a harsh breath. Experimentally, you roll your hips downwards, grinding on his erection. “Stop that,” an edge of strained warning in the redhead’s voice as props himself upright, guiding you to the bed. His touch alone sent electrifying sparks surging through your nerves. This was really happening.
Your shirt and shorts are discarded, tossed to some corner of your room you couldn’t be bothered to check. Tendou copies your movements, a sly hand sneaking to rub you through your panties. The effect is astounding, your hips bucking upwards in response as he pins your hips down to still you. Fuck, he had forgotten how good you felt. Your heat on his fingers, the familiar feminine scent wafting over that made his cock pulse to attention.
Already, he could feel your juices gathering, staining your panties when he yanks them down to your ankles. You whimper at the sudden intrusion, fingers twisted against the sheets when Tendou strokes your folds. With the way he’s staring at your most intimate places, it only serves for you to get even more turned on.
His other hand snakes up to cup your breasts. Fuck, you were heavenly, just as smooth as he remembers. Maybe even better. Your unbidden whimpers like music on his ears when he pinches one nipple between his fingers, rolling it with his thumb and you arc into his touch, head pressing against the pillow. It was almost too much, his fingers still prodding at your entrance before he finally slips a single digit into your velvety walls. His stimulation is done with practised ease, a simple flick yet causing your body to be overwhelmed by pleasure and euphoria.
You whine at the sudden loss when he draws them out. His fingers are glistening, utterly drenched by your fluids under the fluorescent lights. Instead he sticks two fingers in his own mouth, trailing a tongue to coat them in his saliva before entering you again. Its sinfully hot, the heated gaze paired with the smack of his lips together in a lewd pop that makes your cunt clench pitifully around empty air.
Tendou can’t help the pride swelling in him when your gaze tracks his tongue, the way your insides feel so unholy good as he sinks his fingers into you again, making sure to curl his long fingers in you that he just knows drives you crazy with pleasure. You squirm and buck, only to be stilled by his authorative hand on your inner thigh.
Ah, with how his fingers are brushing against the sweet spot in you again and again, he never missed it each time. You’re getting ridiculously wet, each movement earning a lewd noise escaping your pouty lips as he drives his fingers in you with the full force of his arm to set a relentless pace. With the messed up look on your cute face, Tendou wants to make you cum, he’s dying to make you cum all over his fingers again. But this is a golden opportunity, the chance to feel your hot walls clenching around something else than his fingers. You seem to have the same thoughts.
Too impatient to endure anymore frustrated teasing, your fingers scrabble at the hem of his boxers and Tendou chuckles at your actions, the familiar teasing lilt entering his voice again. “Impatient princess?” You give him an unamused glare but Tendou’s smile merely broadens. To him, you resembled a spiteful little kitten. Of course, that meant he portrayed the role of a big bad wolf.
He aids your rushed movements, freeing his throbbing cock from the painful restraints of his sweatpants. Immediately, he strokes himself in lazy glides, the slick on his fingers from your earlier arousal makes it far too easy to relieve some of the ache of his erection. Though the sight of your naked body sprawled before his gaze like a treasured delicacy only serves to have him more aroused at every passing moment. He wished he could record this moment.
You don’t even bother to hide your stare when his cock is revealed. He’s long – thick, beaded with precum and totally erect against his abdomen, would it even fit in you? It looked like it would split you in half. Tendou doesn’t miss the fleeting look in your eye, he can’t help but panic. His hands shooting out with their own will to ensnare your body in a bruising grip that makes you gasp at the sudden change of his demeanour.
You can’t change your mind. Please don’t.
There is a hint of unsteadiness in your voice when he brushes the tip on your slick folds. “Tendou maybe—” You don’t manage finish your sentence.
He sinks himself in with a single long stroke and fresh tears well up. “Ohh,” Tendou lets out a low hiss but your reaction is an exact opposite. He’s big, too big, already you could feel the tip of his cock pressing against your cervix, it felt like it would go even further, every throbbing vein could be felt against your walls when he pulses. The way he’s practically stretching you apart as you splutter for air is painful.
“Shhhh,” Tendou pushes your hair back to tuck the silky strands behind your ear so he can get a clear view of your face, he knew that he had been too hasty, the stuttered gasps escaping your mouth are proof. It takes everything in him not to move, he has to stop himself from rocking his hips forward, letting you adjust to his girth and length. From the way your eyes were becoming wet and glossy, it’s clear that you hadn’t been fully ready for him. But you were about to change your mind! He can’t let that happen, can he? “Relax princess, I’ll be slow.”
A promise he’s darn close to breaking, its absolute torture. The pleasurable yet frustrating way your walls suck him in each time, as if refusing to let him leave when he moves the slightest bit. But he is your senpai isn’t he? He wants to make this first time enjoyable for the both of you. Tendou latches on to the idea, using it to battle the overwhelming urge to ram himself into your small frame.
You whimper in response and Tendou leans forward over your body, bracing himself as he pushes himself in even further, he loves it, the way your tight hole sucks him in whole. He presses a tender kiss on both your cheeks, tasting the slight salt of sweat on them. Then he’s moving, just the slightest thrust that has you digging your nails into his biceps. Tendou growls, your walls contract around him at the animalistic sound. You are so fucking tight, so tight that he really has to make an effort to pull himself out before going in. Each stroke is bearable now, but still causing an uncomfortable sting when Tendou pushes himself in again and you wince at the feeling.
Its then his thumb seeks out your puffy clit. The sudden wave of pleasure is undeniable, you moan, fingers slipping for purchase on the sheets and Tendou takes the chance to snap his hips forward. His thumb continues its ministrations, rubbing circles that make the pain fade away with each languid thrust when you begin to loosen up. “You like that right?” He grounds out through gritted teeth, finally, he begins to move, really move, placing the beginnings of raw power behind each snap of his pelvis to enter your soaked and warm cunt. You don’t reply, sinking your teeth on your bottom lip in slight defiance.
“Use your words princess,” Tendou goads, partly to hear your tinkling voice and partly to hopefully distract you from the ache. He’s still moving in you with controlled movements as his voice becomes more strained. “Yes,” you manage to squeeze out an answer, not wanting him to stop the way he’s rolling your clit between his fingers because it feels amazing. A part of you wants to stay mad at how he took you just now, but the friction of his cock combined with the way he’s rubbing your clit makes it extremely difficult to think through the heavy haze of pleasure.
You feel your leg being hooked up over his shoulder in a position that feels oddly familiar, your other leg is wrapped around his waist. As if you had been in this sort of intimate position before…. Even the way he’s stimulating with your clit is astounding, as if he had mapped out your body on the back of his hand.
It feels amazing, to have you actually responding to him. You are so much more sensitive and responsive, each flutter of your cunt around his moving cock urges him on faster and harder as it drives him to the edge. He had never thought such a dizzying sensation was even possible. Even when being ravaged by his cock, you looked absolutely divine, your pink lips gaped open in a silent cry and your perky breasts bouncing tantalizingly with each movement. It’s a near picture perfection of a Renaissance painting, with the light glistening amidst your unshed tears though clashed by the sound of his skin slapping against yours. The sheer loudness of the sound alone drowns out both your ragged gasps.
Tendou sheaths himself in as deep as he can go, he can’t seem to focus. Should he look at the way your cunt is swallowing his cock up until only his balls are visible? Or should he look at your face? Your beautiful face scrunched up in pleasure and ecstasy. He’s gleefully proud, after all he was the one eliciting such responses from you.
He feels it, your cries getting significantly louder when you approach the edge and Tendou blinks the sweat out of his lashes. He wants to see it, wants to see your beautiful face come undone under the bright sunlight, he wants – needs to memorise every miniscule detail that he had missed before.
“Tendou, I’m – close!” Tendou becomes rougher at your words, as if you had flipped an invisible switch within him. Flicking and rubbing your tormented clit to bring about your orgasm. The reins of his originally controlled movements are lost as Tendou gets increasingly sloppier, totally overcome with the feeling of you around his cock, your soft skin brushing his chest at each tremble, the feeling of your plush thighs underneath his splayed fingers. “Senpai!” The cherry that tops the cake.
Your eyes roll backwards as stars seem to explode across your vision, he can feel it, the sensation of your whole-body wracking in quivers and your leg goes slack on his shoulder. Your walls tighten even further, something he thought was impossible. Fuck, fuck its nearly too much, your cunt clutching around his greedy cock, so warm and wet – slicked by your flowing juices.
Your fingers slide from the sheets to grasp his arms, its difficult to get a good grip, with all the sweat tracing across his skin as he continues to pound you into the bed. The bed is beginning to produce a creaking sound under Tendou’s force.
He can’t muster a proper response to your cries, too buzzed out to reply in full sentences. He abandons your clit; both of his large hands grip your hips as he slams you down to meet his cock in utter sync with his thrust. It earns him another hoarse cry from your already sensitive body and Tendou feels himself cum. Everything seems to go blank for a brief moment, his hot ropes erupting in your cunt as he shudders out his own orgasm.
Its impossibly good, to feel himself emptying everything in your cunt with a loud grunt. Suddenly, all his previous bouts of masturbation seem to pale greatly in comparison to this. This gratifying, earth shattering orgasm that has him gasping for every breath as he descends from his high.
You can feel him go soft and he pulls out, sharp crimson eyes transfixed by the milky line connecting the head of his cock to your trembling cunt before it breaks off to join the sticky mess on the bed. You can only lay there, too tired to clean up. He can’t seem to help himself, using a thumb to push his leaking cum back into your abused cunt and you finally stir to life, whining a weak protest, thighs closing together in an effort to seal him out.
“How was that?” Tendou asks, his voice brimming with fervour and giddy excitement and you feel his warmth settling by your side as he drapes a lazy arm around your waist to pull you closer. His arm around you was familiar. The two of you fit together, as always, your head under his chin, your spine against the hard muscles of his chest, your legs entwined around his.
You remain quiet. Still mulling over the uncertainty of your relationship with your endearing senpai. He hadn’t even bothered to use protection! It was a relief that you were on a regular pill, there was a sense of startling clarity descending over your post orgasm haze now, the hints of his irregular behaviour were beginning to pop up.
Still, a stubborn part of you refused to believe the nagging suspicion. Tendou? He was always there for you, adjusting your position in volleyball practice, helping you with homework until the dead of night as he explained the same equation for the tenth time without a thread of impatience in his voice, his comforting arms around your sleeping body. He wouldn’t be who you thought he actually was right?
Even worse, could he have been planning this the whole time? Now now, your getting too far ahead of yourself. Tendou Satori is just an ordinary ordinary guess monster, though with a little luck and push, anything is possible.....
Tendou is unaffected by your sullen silence as he chuckles, his breath raising goose bumps on your skin. “Don’t tell me you didn’t like it.” You can hear the truimphant beam in his voice.
“What were you watching on your laptop?”
He presses his lips on the side of your cheek, admiring the slight flush still visible on your face. “Nothing, just a bunch of….videos.”
Videos that he no longer needed. You were real now, dare he said that you even loved him? Nothing else mattered anymore. Of course, you never have to know about the videos. Everything he had done before was in the past now, whatever that happened should remain buried.
Don’t you think he’s the best?
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New In Town (part five) - Kaz Brekker
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Pairing: Kaz Brekker x reader
Summary: Kaz finds out who has been stealing from him
Warnings: language, mentions of fighting/violence but no blood
Word count: 1.8K
A/N: he is hereeee hehe
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After stealing a necklace and a crate full of jewellery, you developed a taste for sneaking around behind the Dregs' backs. This is not at all like your job back in Ravka, but you're getting the hang of it. A part of you prefers stealing for yourself over taking jobs from others.
At least this way, you get to be the one to make decisions. You get to decide wether or not to go through with a job, who you steal from and who gets hurt.
Back in Ravka, there had been a number of jobs that went wrong, and it mostly resulted into you fighting for your life. You won, but your opponent often wasn't so lucky. You'd hurt more people than you intended, but at least you got paid.
In Ketterdam, you had yet to fight someone to the death. You tried to avoid it. You stayed in the shadows, at a distance of the Barrel and its gangs.
As the weeks went by, you didn't have a lot of trouble. You listened in on Kaz' meetings with the others, and successfully stole four items they also had their eyes on. They still hadn't figured out it was you, and you took pride in that.
You occasionally ran into Jesper in the streets, but judging by the way he spoke to you, he still thought of you as a nice girl who was a bartender, and now worked at a cafe.
Only you didn't work at a cafe. But you trusted Jesper not to look further into it. You had the feeling he trusted you.
Given that you really like Jesper, you sometimes feel bad for sneaking around behind his back. But to see their confused faces when you outsmarted them again, was priceless.
And you didn't take all of it, anyway. You only sabotaged the jobs you wanted. Some jobs required more than one person, so you couldn't interfere with those. And you didn't want to take everything from them, just enough for you.
You got better at climbing buildings and jumping from roof to roof. You taught yourself how to pick a lock after you watched Kaz do it from a distance. It took you a few tries, but eventually, you got it right.
After spending so much time in Ketterdam, you started to feel at home. You didn't really have a lot of friends besides the people that lived in the same building as you.
Sometimes you wanted to tell Jesper all of it when you saw him in the streets. But you had quickly changed your mind when you saw them caught in a fight with a rival gang, and you saw they all knew how to fight. You didn't think they'd be too happy to find out you had been stealing from them.
So Ketterdam was nice, but also kind of lonely. In Ravka, you had a few friends. They didn't know what you did for a living, but they didn't seem to care. Everyone kept secrets.
You thought no one knew of your life in Ravka, so you were surprised when you heard a new name whispered on the streets of Ketterdam.
It was a name you hadn't heard in a long time. In Ravka, there had been whispers of a thief that worked so well, no one knew who they were. The Ravkans claimed the thief moved so swiftly, they became one with the shadows.
Without even knowing they were talking about you, one of your friends had once excitedly whispered to you about the so called shadow thief.
Though you hated the name, you were also a bit flattered they even gave you one. It meant you did your job good. And it also meant they hadn't discovered your identity yet.
You figured the people of Ketterdam had no way of finding out you are the thief they talk about. After all, the name was spoken for the first time weeks after you arrived. No one would be able to tell it was you.
You're walking down the streets, on your way back to your apartment. When you first got to the city, you didn't dare walk through the Barrel. But now that you've been there for a while and know the streets pretty well, you decide to take a shortcut.
Even if some drunk gang member would approach you, you had your weapons. As well as the escape routes you could take. All you had to do was climb up a building with a fire escape, and you'd be able to get away.
It's dark outside, but it doesn't scare you. You're listening to the sounds around you because even though you're familiar with the streets, it's still the Barrel. And you're still a girl walking home alone.
Your hand is on your knife that's hidden away in your coat pocket. It's only a little further to your apartment. Suddenly you get an uneasy feeling in your stomach and listen carefully for any sounds you might hear.
The most important lesson you learned was to trust your instincts. And right now, they are telling you you're being followed. You keep walking, pretending you haven't noticed them.
When you walk around a corner, you pull your knife out of your pocket. But before you can turn around and push the knife against their throat, something hard hits you behind your knees, knocking you to the ground.
You groan as you fall to the floor but are up again in seconds. It's dark, and you can't see who your opponent is. You dodge a second swing of a long object, and dart forward, ready to punch your attacker.
They raise their weapon to swing at you again, but you are quick to grab it and give it a hard pull, yanking it from their hand.
It catches them off guard. They stumble and you notice the way they clutch one of their legs. You raise the weapon - which you realise is a cane - and glare at your attacker.
'Give me a reason and I'll fucking crush your skull with your own cane.' you say. 'And I'm warning you, don't fucking test my patience.'
To your surprise, they chuckle lightly at your words.
'You won't do that. Because you won't get paid for that. No bodies if there is no payment.' says a raspy voice.
'What the fuck are you talking about?' you say.
'I'm talking about what you used to do for a living in Ravka, shadow thief.' he says. 'Mostly stealing, but sometimes things didn't go the way you wanted. If someone died, you demanded extra payment. Collateral damage.'
'I don't know what you're talking about.' you say, hoping you sound confident. 'If you're after my money you can piss off because I don't have anything on me and I don't intent on inviting you into my home. So get lost.'
You can see he wants to say something. You toss the cane toward him, it hits him in the stomach and he doubles over, gasping for breath.
'I wonder who you are without that cane to swing at people's knees, Brekker.' you say.
It didn't take long for you to figure out who it was. Only one person in Ketterdam walked around with such a recognisable cane. Kaz Brekker, Dirtyhands, the one who had been planning all of your jobs for you.
'So you know who I am.' he says.
'Everyone in Ketterdam does.' you say.
'But not everyone in Ketterdam knows who you are.' says Kaz. 'You did quite a good job at keeping your identity hidden. Jesper tells me you work at a cafe, but every time I walk by, you're not there.'
You narrow your eyes at him. 'What do you want?' you say.
'I want you to know I know who you are, I see you. I know of all the jobs you did back in Ravka, I know your reputation. Now I am the only one who knows you are the shadow thief people whisper about. Imagine what I could do with that information.' says Kaz.
You're silent as you listen to him. Was he really going to threaten you?
'I could sell that information to the highest bidder. I'm sure there are people in Ravka who lost a lot because of you. They'd be happy to know who you are.' says Kaz.
'Be my guest.' you say. 'I can handle it. If all you wanted to do was to threaten me, I think I'll go now.'
'One more thing.' says Kaz. 'Why do my jobs for me? And don't deny it, I know it's you.'
You shrug. 'It's easy.' you say honestly. 'You plan it out, you do the hard work, all I have to do is make sure I arrive before you do.'
'But now I know it's you, I can take precautions against you.' says Kaz.
'Can you, though?' you say with a mischievous smile. 'You don't know how I get the information.'
You step closer to him, still smiling. 'I look forward to seeing what kind of precautions you're going to take. We'll see if they can really stop me, Brekker.' you say.
You step back again. 'Next time, if you want to talk, just knock on my front door. I'm sure it's easy for you to follow me to my apartment. I'll have fresh coffee ready for you and we can talk like civilised human beings.' you say and you turn around and start to walk away.
'Except for we're not civilised human beings, shadow thief.' you hear Kaz say as you walk away.
You smile to yourself as you keep on walking. You didn't know what Kaz thought he could do to stop you. If you are right, he didn't know how you got the information on his jobs.
He'd have to be patient, like you. You didn't know just how much he knows about you. He knows of your past, he knows you steal from him, maybe he'd guessed at your skills.
You'd have to be careful. He'd try to make sure you won't do his jobs for him anymore. And you have the feeling he knows very well how to play dirty.
But two can play that game.
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no mistakes, only happy (magical) accidents
CW: none!
hehe hello, nonnie! you are so nice and it’s always a joy to have you stop by even if we’ve only exchanged a few messages <3 this was getting kinda long so I stopped it before it got to making things official BUT. maybe when i’m feeling up to it i’ll write a part 2. I do hope you don’t mind! it wasn’t boring at all! i get burnout really easy so i had to keep it to hc but this would make a really nice fic! (i also went a biiit off script but what can i say, i got a specific inspiration <3)
Solomon
Despite being banished and the bad blood he has with the heads of the institution, Solomon still finds himself at the Sorcerer's Society. Frequently.
Sometimes he is invited, his unrivaled knowledge and experience needed in some stuffy decision making progress. Others, he just slips in, sometimes through the front door and sometimes through more deceitful ways. All he does is observe, occasionally borrowing a specific book or artifact. The people in charge know about this, but so long as he returns the items unscathed and in a timely manner, they turn a blind eye. Best not to cause a ruckus where there doesn't need to be one.
Thanks to this little system, Solomon doesn't normally interact with any of the people he comes across. On the occasions he is recognized, there's always some awkward, half-baked attempt at confrontation, so he keeps to himself and only ever gets what he needs.
He's tucked in a shadowy corner of one of the libraries, searching for a book, when he hears it. Two witches whispering about a strange increase in magic in their area.
"For that long? Have you gone to check it out?"
"No, I never have the time. I just hope it isn't something dangerous."
"Well, does it feel dangerous?"
"No, but it is...strong."
"So you're just going to leave it for someone else to take care of?"
"When you hear a wolf's howl, do you head directly towards it?" As the two head out, Solomon hides himself further behind the bookshelf. He doesn't know exactly who the witches are, but he does know about where they're from, and that's all he needs.
Fun! He’s been looking into magical anomalies in the human realm recently!
so he’s checking out the area those witches are from, not really sure he knows what he’s looking for, but looking all the same. there is definitely a magical pull, but it feels.....off. he’s expecting something natural, like a small, hidden waterfall with waters that can be used for potions that elongate the natural lifespan, or a cave with an endless supply of crystals that can be used to double enchantment strength with half the effort.
but then he finds you instead after you managed to cause a small implosion in a cavern he was standing right next to but hadn’t noticed. if he hadn’t heard your shriek, he wouldn’t have bothered helping clear the rubble.
but he did hear you, and he pulled you out of the cave, watching you gracelessly fall on the grass and pat your sides to check for your belongings.
now, sometimes there’s a certain energy between human magic wielders that is just palpable. it isn’t a fool-proof way to know who can practice magic, but especially strong sorcerers can pick up on them more easily and especially unwieldy or inexperienced ones are often easier to pick up on. Solomon seems to be the former, and you...
He doesn’t mean to sound haughty, but he can’t help but ask who taught you how to cast your spells and WHAT DO YOU MEAN you’re using WHICH flowers for your spells?
Maybe it’s your pride, but your indignant “well what would YOU do?” was not meant to turn into a regular thing.
Hey, when you’re self-taught you tend to take a lot of shortcuts. And Solomon isn’t normally the type to just pick up random apprentices off the street, but he falls into teaching so easily. So maybe that day you spend the rest of it revising your spellcasting tactics, and maybe he finally leaves with an invitation to visit. And maybe he visits sooner than you’d expect.
You’re definitely not complaining, though. It’s good to not feel so alone in your magic and have a second head to bounce ideas off of. Plus, you’ve only grown more efficient with his help!! You hope the tea and meals you provide him with is payment enough.
Sometimes, he doesn’t just visit for a day. Sometimes he’s there for a few days, teaching you a few spells and stocking up on potions you’ve made that you offer him, glad for the company. he doesn’t visit every week - sometimes, it’s months between the times you see each other, but each time you fall into an easy rhythm and it’s nice!
You tell him about the area you live in, different local specialties that really enhance the ability of your potions and spells, and he tells you about his adventures throughout his life. there’s never a moment where you don’t know what to say - and everything he has to say is so interesting!
probably the most emotional moment you two have had is when you brought up extending your life. he went stiff, and started asking twenty questions before stumbling over his words and asking none of them. you asked him what was wrong, and he didn’t answer.
instead, he gave you the typical talk you’d expect - “are you willing to watch your friends and loved ones die? to watch humanity move on without you?” - and you answer cautiously like “yeah, and also this potion should theoretically only give me a few extra decades”
he sighs, and urges you that if you must live longer, never fall for the trap of immortality. he only gives you half-sentences that don’t make sense, but you promise him you wont anyway.
“be careful. the human mind can barely take what it was naturally given.”
he leaves solid answers unspoken, but you can add it all up.
and after that, the two of you just seem. closer? there’s something about opening up about your trauma that really brings two people together
so you do end up extending your lifespan, though not by much - you still aren’t powerful enough to give yourself over 150 years AT BEST, but you and Solomon stay in touch. and you both keep getting stronger.
eventually, though, it’s time to step into the magical world and start showing up places with him. You aren’t a unit, but you travel like one, and people start to notice.
at first, you’re asked all the time if you’re his apprentice, and you laugh it off and say “no, i just ask a lot of questions.” then you get the logical next step - “oh, are you two dating?”
it took you that long to notice that you had a crush MC good job
every time someone asks about it, you get flustered without a doubt. Solomon takes it in stride, which, ouch, but you sort of withdraw and your face feels hot. So it really bothers Solomon when people ask because you’re out of commission for a while and the two of you are pals :( you do stuff together on purpose
but now that it’s on your MIND you can’t SHAKE the idea of dating him.....you already know him so well....he’s spent long periods of time at your place.....you work well together......you wouldn’t mind kissing him......oh damn
it’s one of those “everybody can see it except for him” situations, and you start overthinking it. big time. it doesn’t help that you were sort of a recluse before he came along so what experience do you have with it??
none. the answer is none. and boy does it show when you get to the point where you can barely have a full conversation without turning red because your thoughts betrayed you AGAIN.
you’re really regretting that life-elongating potion, huh, MC?
#obey me#obey me shall we date#obey me swd#swd obey me#obey me solomon#swd solomon#solomon#solomon x reader#obey me solomon x reader#swd solomon x reader#mine#solomon hcs
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Jinger's 1k Follower Fic Giveaway!
Well, we have reached this milestone. And I am just blown away, I never thought anything like this would happen. From the bottom of my heart, thank you all so much.
For this milestone, I'd really like to do a fic giveaway. In the running up to it I will also be doing small prompt requests so I can get over my burn out ;-; so fill up the ask box if you'd like to hehe. Here's some guidelines/rules for this giveaway:
How to enter?
Make sure that youre following me and then just like this post! I'll add your username to a random picker thing and if you get selected I'll DM you for more details.
Who can win?
After about 48 hours or so I'll randomly select 3 usernames from the list of people who liked this post and DM you for further details about the prompt(s) you're interested in! This means that I'll be writing 3 fics in total and in no particular order.
What will be made?
I'll write a oneshot that's at least 1k words for you and gift it to you on AO3. You'll have to give me at least 1 pairing and prompt for me to write with that follows the rules I have below (please make sure to follow the rules I have I don't want to make DMs awkward sjsj)
Rules:
Please note that there are some ships I won't write for: kandreil, kevneil, kandrew, kevaaron. This isn't anything against those ships, just that I haven't written anything with those ships, I don't plan to start anytime soon, and I'm also worried I wouldn't do them justice because I've never written them before sjsjs
Please note there are some themes I will not write: MCD, anything non-con, gore or gruesome. I'll refuse to write anything I'm uncomfortable with, regardless of if it's written in this post or not.
Please note that this will take time! These giveaways will be my first priority but I'm not superhuman so it'll take a couple of days lmao.
NSFW requests are totally okay!
I'm alright with writing something from canon or an AU!
Honestly I'm looking to write something for AFTG, but I'll also consider something for other fandoms!
This is a fic GIVEAWAY not a COMMISSION so there's no payment involved whatsoever! This is my gift to you guys for being such amazing lovelies :)
#aftg#tfc#all for the game#the foxhole court#aftg fanfic#tfc fanfic#all for the game fanfic#the foxhole court fanfic#random thoughts from jinger
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So... I will be posting the links here for the Wonwoo Contents
Fluff
(new) 5 ways to say I love you by @moon-stars01
(new) A Dream is a Wish your Heart Makes by @wonniehae
(new) A Special Ingredient by @svttism
(new) A Silent Love by @nctxdreamies
Bad Fight! by @callmebcby
(new) Better Better by @serenityseventeen
Bookstore employee by @sptegami
Colour by @ally-127
(new) Comfortable by @m1ng-how
(new) Counting Sheep by @serenityseventeen
(new) Curious Cat by @lavenonie
(new) Damaged: Before by @kpop-cakepops
Drunk Confessions by @chillihansol
(new) Earl Grey by @seokmingiggles
(new) Feel So Lucky by @toriasaurio
Fearless by @minghaocouture
Friends to Lovers by @akwablu-blog
(new) Giggles by @insideofrose
(new) Haunted House by virryth
(new) Heart & Seoul by @bubblebeom
Hi, I’m Wonwoo.by @novawon
Hogwarts Alumni Shirt @tonicandjins
(new) Home by @geminirules
(new) Homework Nights by @quicksilverster
(new) I Found Love in your Smile by @wonlouvre
(new) If you had 3 Wishes, What would they be? by @glowonu
(new) Just you by @justasoftstan
(new) Kairosclerosis by @nose-bandaid
(new) Late Night Wonders by @snowydaffodils
(new) Like the Movies by @binniesthighs
Literature by @heartgyus
(new) Let me take you Home by @ctrlhao
(new) Letter to You by @writer-k-pop
(new) Letters to You by @wooziujidoots
(new) Library Crush by @serenityseventeen
(new) Library Trips By @bootyful-seventeen
Modest Jeon Wonwoo by @woozisnoots
(new) More Than You Know by @writessvt
Neighbors to Lovers by @thekpopaus
Never Change by @stuckwithsvt
Not So Cold-Heart by @mywonuderful
(new) One More Chapter by @justasoftstan
(new) Opposites by @serenityseventeen
(new) Outward by @gamerwoo
(new) Popular Guy by @gyugiggles
Ranked Game by @ribosoons
(new) Ready to love by @3raaaachachacha
Saudade by @uriurijihoonie
(new) Say You Won’t Let Go by @geminirules
(new) Setting It Up by @justasoftstan
(new) Sharing is Caring by @gamerwoo
(new) Shiny Star by @wonwoonlight
(new) Shy Desires by @serenityseventeen
Shy Shy Shy by @okaykpop
(new) Snuggle Donation: Pact by @kpop-cakepops
Something Old, Something New by @kwanisms
Soulmate by @svtskneecaps
Summer Scent by @escapewriter
(new) Squishy by @justasoftstan
(new) S𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 S𝗈𝗎𝗋 by @mieohmy
(new) The Cat Cafe by @purplehoranghae
To Die For by @starlightshua
(new) To my Growing Child by @serenityseventeen
(new) To my Youth by @viastro
(new) The Best Friend A Girl Could Ask For by @kpop-cakepops
(new) The Ulzzang Project by @hongnanglen-arina
(new) Villain! by @ @solarwonux
(new) Valentine’s Day with Wonwoo by @kpop-in-new-albion
(new) Welcome to fatherhood by @woozibby
White Lies by @luvshuas
(new) Winner by @serenityseventeen
(new) You Give Me PVCs by @chal-kagyu
You Mean the World to me by @svtskneecaps
(new) Your Cat Loves You by @jeonflo
Angst
(new) Avenue of Tears by @dropsofletters
Blind by @wtf-taeyong
Boundaries by @nobodyeverasked
Child of Athena by @keeper-of-the-uwus
(new) Chili by @cherrycheolliesc
Daydream by @tonicandjins
Dreamcatcher by @love-dreams
(new) Encumber by @jeonstellate
Everything I Didn't Say by @tonicandjins
(new) Everything Leads Back to you by @boowanie
Fear the Wraith by @gamerwoo
(new) He lost you by @zarryscherrys
Hearing Lips by @gamerwoo
How could I ever forget about you? by @woozibby
Hurtful Eyes by @shuatoyou
(new) I Found You by @uchukiyoo
(new) In the Spring by @viastro
(new) Lie to Me by @haokyeom
(new) Like a Dream by @yakultberry
Look me in the eyes and tell me you love me by @infinitum-imaginaerum
Lost by @min9yusnovia
Lost Souls by @cheolgyushua
(new) Love & Letter: To The Thirteen Boys I’ve Loved Before: The Seventh Letter by @serenityseventeen
(new) LoveLorn by @themyunghoxo
Missing You by @geminirules
(new) Moonlight by @solarwonux
(new) My Dream is You by @cheolbooluvr
New York: The City Of Dreams By @tonicandjins
Not So Sweet by @extrasugafree
(new) Oh my God, They were Roommates by @luvvchwe
(new) See You Again by @geminirules
(new) Surprise by @wonwoonlight
Ten Questions by @chocosvt
(new) The Art of Healing by @boowanie
(new) The Moon Told me so by @nose-bandaid
(new) Things I Wish You Never Said by @gayforseungcheol
(new) To Bloom and to Wither by @sunduskwine
(new) Wedding march by @sincerelyshobe
To all the boys by @shra-vasti
(new) Why haven’t you kissed me yet? by @solarwonux
(new) Yours by @gyukult
Smut
(new) 3 nights by @hotgirlwonwoo
A Moon Without Stars by @chocosvt
(new) Anteric by @smileysuh
(new) Baby Doll by @solarwonux
Birthday Treat by @multmilk
Caffeine by @meltwonu
(new) Champagne Kisses by @solarwonux
(new) Crash, No Burn by @softhaos
Crop Tops & Tattoos by @solarwonux
(new) Cuff 1 by @smileysuh
Dream by @sebuntease
(new) Gam3 bo1 by @sunflowergyeomie
(new) Game interrupted by @diamondyjh
(new) Getting Closer by @bubblebeom
(new) Getting Closer II by @bubblebeom
(new) I Though you Hated Me? by @glossyeon
Let Me Watch by @kinksvt
Limitless by @alltheattractiveasiansimgines
Math Tutor by @sebuntease
(new) Meanie Sandwich by @meltwonu
Missing You by @sebuntease
(new) Movie Night? by @hongnanglen-arina
(new) Payment Due! @solarwonux
Private by @17mounteens
(new) Punished @otptings
(new) Refresh by @snowydaffodils
Rich Girl by @blushnote
(New) The Bet by @hotgirlwonwoo
The Copy Machine is Broken Again By @tonicandjins
The Other Side by @17mounteens
(new) Something told me it was you by @wonwooze
(new) Sugar by @solarwonux
(new) Strawberries and Bad Decisions by @solarwonux
The Step Brother by @sebuntease
(new) Under The Moonlight by @solarwonux
(new) Until I met you by @meltwonu
(new) Until It Feels Like You’re In Heaven by @odetojeons
(new) Valentine’s Day Drabble #5 - First Time by @solarwonux
(new) Wasted Game = Wasted Night by @starryse
(new) Will You Punish Me If I Don’t? by @odetojeons
(new) You’re the perfect view by @halloweenniles
Other AU’s I dont know where to place (hehe)
700 Years Promise @onetwosevensquad
(new) Accidents Happen by @fluffyyunho
(new) Achilles by @gamerwoo
All Fun and Games by @gamerwoo
Big Bad Wolf by @for-dogs-and-flowers
(new) Bittersweet by @networkluvs
Bodyguard Wonwoo by @jungnoirr
(new) Camera Lens Pointed At You by @svt13roses
(new) Cat Cafe with Wonwoo by @17cafe
(new) Cooperation by @serenityseventeen
College AU by @seventeen-teen-teen-trash
(new) Give Your Heart by @gamerwoo
Familiar Faces by @i-see-thevision
(new) Here’s My Problem: I Can’t Get You Out Of My Head by @just-some-random-blogger
Hunger by @svtwrites
I Can’t Let You Go Until I Win @narika-a
I Never Meant to Make You Bleed by @jungnoir
Invitation by @tonicandjins
(new) Level Seven by @heeseungsapple
(new) Neighbor next door by @svtshine
More Than That by @neoyeppuda
(new) My Little Ghost by @seodami
Second Life by @starlightshua
Sober Up by @geuyeoreum
(new) Sweet Home by @devoidwrites
(new) Tell me the Same by @ joonsgalaxy
(new) The Beat of a Love Rhyme by @dropsofletters
(new) The Little Flower on your Wrist by @nose-bandaid.tumblr.com
(new) The King by @craby-bouquet
The Switch by @woozibby
(new) The unDead's Love by @chupacoupsie
(new) Tinkerbell by @softforhao
(new) What happens at the party by @craby-bouquet
(new) Wild Card by @serenityseventeen
Note: Will update.. this list is not yet complete :D
Dilemma: There are fics I’ve ready with no titles and i don’t know how to include them here
P.S: If there’s anything I need to add or to change PLEASE feel free to send me a message or a comment :D
• 10/26/2020 I updated this again with a few more stories and I think I might separate each genre into one post. I just realized there’s a lot of them.
• 07/22/2021 I updated this with new fics around I labelled then (new) so many fics we can read now.. Enjoy!!
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