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The Miracle Man
Pairing: Boaz Priestly x F. Reader
Summary: The first time you met Priestly was both the worst and best night of your life. He gave you a Miracle.
AN: Here’s the prequel to Code Red! (But this can also be read as stand alone.) I hope you enjoy. And just a note, remember this was circa 2007, still the era of flip phones and iPods, despite the advent of the iPhone.
Word Count: 3,500
Tags/Warnings: 18+ only for mature talk. A kind of meet cute, insecurities, angst, breakups, hurt/comfort, sandwiches, fluff and feels.
He was a lone ranger in the Wild West. His weapon of choice?
A dirty mop.
Priestly bopped his head to the music playing from his earbuds. His iPod was tucked in his right jean pocket while he speared the mop across the floor of the sandwich shop. It was three minutes to closing time on a Saturday night, and it was his turn to clean up and lock up.
He was looking forward to getting home, taking a shower, and diving face-first into his bed. But first, he just needed to kill three minutes.
Come on, come on, come oooon, he sang in his mind as the hands on his watch ticked on. While glancing down at said watch, he remembered it had been a gift from Tish for his birthday…
Three months ago. When they were still together.
Priestly heaved a sigh. What were you supposed to do with gifts from your ex that you actually liked? The gifts that made it into your everyday life, not just because they were from the person you thought you loved, but because it was actually hella practical and a nice accessory to keep on your person?
It’s just a damn watch. Don’t make it a big deal, he reminded himself. What was he supposed to do, have a ritual burning of everything Tish had ever touched?
That would take all damn night. And he definitely drew a line at his dick.
“Hello?”
The front door of the shop opened, the little bell Trucker installed chiming with too much cheer and startling Priestly out of his thoughts.
“We’re closed,” he said. But that was before he looked up, and had to pause in his mopping.
You were standing there, holding yourself in the open doorway with the cold breeze hitting your back. You were wearing a red cocktail dress and the highest black heels he’d ever seen, with your styled hair falling around your shoulders.
You were entirely too beautiful to be in this old sandwich shop, he thought. It had Priestly swallowing, frozen in time.
“Really? The sign says 10,” you pointed out. There was a level of desperation in your eyes. “Please, you’re the only place with the lights still on and I’ve been all up and down the block.”
Blinking out of his idiotic state, Priestly looked down at his watch again. It was exactly 9:59 p.m.
Well, damn. Got me on a technicality.
He held in a sigh.
“Okay, come on in,” he waved you over. Setting down his mop, he rounded the counter and went to man the register. He gave you a minute to peruse the menu. He noted that aside from your stunning attire, you had a cell phone in your hand that clearly couldn’t fit in that little purse hanging off your shoulder, bumping along your hip.
He couldn’t help but visually trace the curves of your hips and waist, back up to the sweetheart neckline of the dress, the deeper shade of your lipstick and up to your face.
But then he felt bad for staring, so he looked up heavenward before you caught him.
Meanwhile, your eyes drifted from the menu and dipped to his chest for a moment.
“Too bad I’m not gay,” you said.
What? Priestly frowned in confusion. But following your gaze, he realized you were staring at his yellow shirt, which read in big, 70s-style letters: Be Gay & Proud, Get a Free Drink.
His lips twitched at a grin, and he looked up at you. “D’you know what you want?”
You had a smile starting to play on your lips as well. You went back to considering your choices.
“Not sure, but I’m starving. What do you recommend?” you asked.
Priestly’s lips puckered as he considered the menu he knew by heart.
“Well, if you wanna go classic, I’d do a Spicy Italian on white bread. If you wanna be adventurous, we just added the Jalapeño Buffalo Chicken Club," he said. "But, if you wanna get crazy awesome, I can put on some Zeppelin and make you something special of my own design.”
He colored that last option with a gesture of his hand, a flourish, if you will. You tilted your head at him and smiled.
“Okay. Surprise me, Sandwich Man.”
Priestly snorted while he washed his hands again. “Sounds like the lamest superhero ever.”
“With his death-defying salami summoning powers,” you quipped, with a giggle that had him smiling as well.
“Nice alliteration,” he said. And he made a show of tying his apron back on. “Don’t worry, ma’am. Your late-night hoagie is safe with me.”
You tried to stifle another laugh while he worked his magic. From bread to meats and cheeses and toppings, Priestly was a master of his craft. He had that 12” hero wrapped and sliding across the counter towards you in record time.
“I call this the ‘Miracle,’” he winked. “You’ll see why. But that’ll be $10 even.”
You nodded and turned to the purse on your hip. You opened up the little velvety thing, but your face fell when all you found was your keys, not your credit card.
“No.” Your heart dropped into your stomach. You opened your purse wider and flipped through the satin insides, but you saw that it was empty. “You’ve gotta be shitting me. I know I had my wallet in here…”
And then it dawned on you.
“That fucking asshole,” you growled.
Priestly’s eyes widened. “Uh…”
Your head snapped up to his. “I had a different purse picked out for tonight. You know, one that actually had my wallet in it? But my know-it-all boyfriend had the nerve to say, ‘That one’s too shiny, looks kinda cheap. This is a restaurant at the Ritz-Carlton, not a hooker hangout.’ Can you believe that?”
Priestly blinked in confusion, but he realized that in your purse shuffling, you had no way to pay for this amazing sandwich he’d just concocted.
And now, you actually had the beginnings of frustrated tears in your eyes as you took in a shuddering breath.
“I’m so sorry,” you said. “I can’t—I can’t pay for this. I don’t have my wallet… Hold on, let me see if he’ll…”
You held up a finger and started dialing manically on your phone. You held it up to your ear and waited. Your tears sprang forth anew when the line just kept ringing until it sent you to voicemail.
“Figures,” you scoffed. “The one time I actually need this douchebag to answer, he ignores me!”
You slammed the phone down on the counter and covered your face with your hand as you sniffled. Priestly softened with sympathy. You seemed to be having a harder night than he thought.
He slid the sandwich your way, making you raise your head.
“It’s okay. This one’s on the house,” he said. “Looks like you could use a pick-me-up.”
Your watery eyes met his. “Really? You don’t have to…”
“No worries,” he replied, giving you a bit of charm in his grin. “I’ll even throw in a soda. Lady’s choice.”
Your lower lip trembled, but you were able to smile. With a quiet thank you, you wiped under your eyes carefully so your mascara wouldn’t run. Then you grabbed a Coke from the machine along with your sandwich from the counter.
“Do you mind if I eat here?” you asked, gesturing at one of the tables. “I promise I won’t leave a mess. I know you’re trying to close up.”
Priestly waved a dismissive hand. “Sure. Don’t worry about it.”
He went around the counter to take up his mop and continue where he left off in the cleaning process. But he couldn’t help but eye you every now and then. Curiosity was starting to eat him alive.
Had your boyfriend just dumped you here? Had you gone off alone? Somehow, he couldn’t see the first option happening. If you were his girlfriend, he would do his best not to let you walk away angry at him, let alone this late at night, without any money or even your ID.
“Are you coming from a party or something?” he found himself asking. You looked up from your second bite of the sandwich. You’d looked to have been truly enjoying it, uttering a moan that’d caught his attention.
“No,” you chuckled humorlessly around a mouthful of bread. “I was supposed to meet his parents. His rich, very bougie, hyper-critical parents. Somehow it didn’t occur to me that he was just like them.”
Priestly paused and leaned on his mop. He was hesitant, not wanting to disturb you while you were eating, but he was too damn hooked.
“So…what happened?” he asked. You scoffed and took another massive bite of your sandwich.
“Okay, you want to hear this? Fine,” you began. “So, I’m a stress eater by nature. Let’s just start with that.”
“Who isn’t?” Priestly supplied. Pursing your lips, you raised a black olive at him in a thank you gesture.
“But when I tell you I spent three months depriving myself to fit into this dress. No carbs, cheese, chocolate, or happiness.”
He grimaced. “That’s no way to live.”
“Exactly!” you concurred. “But I did all that so my boyfriend would have nothing to say when I finally met his parents for this dinner—to celebrate him graduating from med school.”
Priestly found himself dimming inside. Not only were you spoken for, but you were with a future doctor, no less. The only title Priestly had to his name was Sandwich Man.
“It started with the purse thing when he picked me up. Then when we get there, he keeps telling me how stuffy his dad is and how judge-y and critical his mom can be and how I’m a reflection on him,” you mocked in an impression of his voice.
“Then I find myself second-guessing every word that might come out of my mouth, and I’m too nervous to even eat the $60 plate of Chilean sea bass in front of me, and not to mention, there’s a glass of wine in my hand. I don’t even like wine!”
By now, it was all Priestly could do to keep up with your verbal spitfire. You were also gesticulating wildly with your sandwich the more worked up you got.
“I mean, I’m saying things I don’t say, and suddenly I realize that I’ve wrapped myself up in so many knots for this man, I don’t even recognize myself,” you confessed. Your eyes lit up with a gleam of clarity. Your hands lowered down to the table, and after a beat, you continued eating.
“But then my boyfriend of over a year turns to me and says, ‘Why are you being so weird and frigid?’” you said. You met Priestly’s eyes. “I just, I got so mad. I wanted to choke him out with my napkin, you know?”
He bit his lip to stifle a laugh.
“So instead of violence, I grabbed the glass of pinot noir, or chardon-perignon-whatever-the-fuck, and I poured it in his lap,” you concluded. “Then I walked out. And I ignored his calls. And I kept walking. Then a nice guy made me a sandwich.”
Priestly had to smile at that. He knew there was a Ritz-Carlton in the area, but that had to be almost a mile down the street. You’d walked a long way in those crazy-ass heels.
He propped his mop against a nearby table and sat down across from you. He shook his head in wonderment. And inside, your words kind of rattled him.
I’ve wrapped myself up in so many knots, I don’t even recognize myself.
“You know, sometimes I really, really wish I was gay,” you said, gesturing at his shirt.
“O-Oh…really?” he asked, raising his brows.
“Yeah, I do,” you answered. “I’m a quick study. I could learn to eat pussy.”
If he had been drinking something, he would’ve spat it out. He mentally fumbled for a moment before he could articulate a response.
“Well, I don’t doubt you, but it can be an acquired taste. Though I happen to like it,” he replied, grinning mostly to himself. He didn’t even think about how it might come out though.
As soon as he realized what he was saying to a perfect stranger, his eyes widened and met yours.
"Uh, sorry," he said.
But you just chortled in amusement. Your blush intensified though, along with your smile as you took a sip of your soda.
“You’re uh…you’re pretty awesome,” he said. And he meant that.
You blinked in surprise. Your lips twitched upwards, a blush rosy in your cheeks.
“Yeah?” you asked. His smile deepened.
“Yeah,” he replied. “And for the record, I know I just met you, but…I wouldn’t change a thing.”
Your face softened with a certain shyness, but you smiled at him through your lashes.
“Well, I appreciate that…” you trailed, realizing you didn’t yet know his name.
“Priestly,” he offered, along with his hand across the table. You slipped your smaller hand in his and gave him your name.
Though you quirked a brow at him. “Priestly? That’s your first name?”
Now it was his turn to get a little embarrassed.
“Uh, no,” he said, his gaze falling from yours. He scratched the back of his head, under the blue mohawk.
“Oh. What is it, then?” you asked.
“You don’t want to know,” he chuckled wryly.
“I think I do, or I wouldn’t be asking,” you countered. Your smile was playful though. Disarming, even.
“It’s um, it’s Boaz,” he admitted. You tilted your head, as if swirling the name around in your head. But you didn’t say it was weird, or stupid, or too biblical. You just smiled.
“Boaz Priestly. Interesting,” you nodded. Then you wrapped up your garbage, having eaten all of your sandwich. You made sure to collect every crumb, even though he’d told you not to worry about the mess. You got up to take it to the trashcan near the door.
“How’re you getting home?” he asked.
You bit your lip. The anxiety in your eyes told him you’d been pondering that same question. You let out a deep breath.
“I guess I’ll have to walk back to the hotel, try to get a ride from my b…my ex-boyfriend. Gotta get used to saying that,” you said. “I promise I’ll pay you back for the sandwich.”
“Didn’t I tell you it was on me? Don’t worry about that,” said Priestly. “But I’ll tell you what, let me give you a ride.”
You shook your head. “Oh, thank you, but we just met, and I—”
Just then, Priestly realized how his offer sounded. He didn’t want to creep you out.
“Ah, or I can get you a cab,” he said. “I doubt you want to see that guy again tonight, do you?”
You bit your lip, smudging some of the scarlet red lipstick there. It distracted him for a moment, but he returned his gaze to your eyes.
You sighed. As much as you didn’t want to impose again, you let Priestly call you a cab. He paid for it in advance after you gave the cabbie your address. Before you got in the car, you turned to Priestly and touched his arm.
“Thank you,” you said. “I promise, I’ll come tomorrow and pay you back.”
He smiled. “You can try.”
He earned your sweet smile back, and he watched you get into the cab. He tried not to raise his hopes up, but he really did hope he’d see you tomorrow.
And yet, he should’ve known it was too good to be true.
“Maybe she got caught up at work or something,” Jen tried to console him the next day at closing, after you didn’t show up.
“It’s Sunday,” he pointed out grumpily. He continued to wipe down Table 4 of some nasty residue of mayo and pickled radish.
“You don’t know what kind of job she has,” Piper interjected. She was making a tuna salad sub on wheat for the last customer, which she then passed on to Tish at the register. “Maybe she’s in retail, or she’s in the restaurant business too—or hey, a lifeguard! This is a beach town after all.”
“Or maybe, she just played you into getting free food and a ride home,” Tish suggested, with her usual brand of cutting sarcasm. It just tended to cut a bit deeper these days, whenever it was leveled at Priestly.
The post-breakup thing had been tense and awkward for everyone, and it still hadn’t normalized just yet in their little sandwich-making ecosystem. Jen shot her friend a look though, one that told her she was being bitchy.
The problem was, she’d only voiced what Priestly was thinking anyway, deep down.
“Amazing, serendipitous things don’t happen to me, Piper,” he said. “Not anymore.”
He continued cleaning.
Three weeks later, it happened on a Friday afternoon.
It was one of their busiest times of the week. Tish was at the register as usual, Jen was sorting through the inventory and bussing tables, and Priestly was making hero after hero like a fiend, alongside Piper. He was definitely living up to his name of Sandwich Man.
He was still able to recognize your voice near the register.
“One 12” Miracle, please,” you requested.
“Um…we don’t have that on the menu,” Tish replied. But Priestly looked over with a grin. He met your gaze, and found you smiling back at him.
Tish followed the exchange with suspicion.
“One Miracle, coming up!” Priestly called out.
He had the order ready within minutes, but he was painstaking about it, not an olive out of place. He wrapped it up nicely and walked it over to the register himself, placing it in front of you on the counter.
“Well, hi there,” he greeted.
A familiar blush spread across your face, just as endearing as he remembered. The only thing different about you so far was your clothes. No longer dressed to the nines, you were more casual in your jeans, ankle boots, and V-necked top.
In every other way, you were the same. It might’ve been making his heart trip up.
“Hi,” you said. “Got a minute, Miracle Man?”
Priestly ducked his head, hiding a more bashful smile. Before he could respond, Tish interrupted, “That’ll be $10.”
You nodded and handed her a $50 bill. She looked at you in confusion.
“The rest is a tip, for the hero makers,” you explained, glancing at both Priestly and Piper. He gave you an incredulous smile.
You little minx, he thought. He couldn’t say no if you were tipping Piper too.
But he did ask Jen to help fill in for him while he made his way around the counter to go to you. Tish just watched the scene unfold with a silent frown, like she was trying to make sense of what was happening. She always thought she’d be the first one to move on.
“Let’s talk outside. Little more privacy from the peanut gallery,” Priestly said to you, tossing a knowing glance over his shoulder. You spotted all the employees now watching you and Priestly closely.
You became a touch more shy as he led you out of the shop with a hand resting on the small of your back. You slipped your sandwich into a larger purse than last time. Then you looked up at him with apologetic eyes.
“I’m sorry it took me so long to come back here,” you said. “It got a bit…ugly, after that night.”
Priestly’s brows furrowed in concern. “Ugly?”
“Nothing I couldn’t handle,” you assured him. “Lots of shouting and empty threats, then half-assed apologies. But I’m done with all that.”
Priestly considered that with a nod. “Well, good. I’m glad to hear you’re doing better.”
You stared up at his face, and you thought he really seemed to mean that. You knew you shouldn’t be feeling that familiar flutter in your stomach, not three weeks after breaking up from a year-long relationship. Even so, the night you walked out of this shop, you felt free. Like you could breathe again.
You felt like you.
So now, you leaned up and kissed Priestly on the cheek.
His eyes widened a fraction as he stared down at you. You smiled and grasped his hand.
“Would you maybe want to…ask me out sometime?” you asked. A nervous giggle escaped you, making him smile.
“Y-Yeah, I would. If you’re sure you want me to,” he replied. In the past, maybe he would’ve let his excitement get the best of him. He’d be trying to jump at this chance. Experience had taught him not to hope too hard though. Sometimes, getting what you wished for backfired in your face.
You squeezed his hand, earning his attention.
“Why wouldn’t I?” you asked. Your smile became teasing before you used his words against him. “From what I’ve seen so far, you’re pretty awesome. But mostly pretty.”
He had to laugh at that. Pretty was not something he’d ever been called in life. Weird, freak, try-hard goth—that was all familiar territory. His tattoos and piercings tended to bring that out in people.
But he gathered some courage and squeezed your hand back.
“Well, you’re beautiful,” he said, thumbing at your chin. His eyes met yours and got lost there for a moment. “Uh, really beautiful.”
You blushed further and bit your lower lip out of habit. It drew his gaze, and he gained a little more courage. He tilted your chin upwards, so he could find those lips easier in a kiss. Your fingers curled in the front of his shirt and brought him closer. His hand found your cheek as he angled deeper into the kiss.
Despite the chill on the air, the California sun was warm and beating down on you both.
It was the perfect day for a Miracle.
AN: How I love Priestly lol. If you liked this, let me know! 💜
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“don’t fill your void with me”
“Свою пустоту мною не заполняй”
Pairings: Villain!The Winter Solider!Bucky Barnes x reader
Summary: this takes place in an alternative universe where Hydra took over the world and the winter soldier killed all Avengers and he became the leader of Hydra and he’s controlling the whole world. He saw you one day and he determined you were his and he made sure of that. making you live very comfortably as his “favorite” mistress and he turns very very soft with you.
Warnings: heavy smut, some fluff (if u squint), villain bucky turns sweet, oral (f receiving), jealousy, dark themes, dark!bucky to soft!bucky, dom bucky, lots of praise + lots of praise in Russian.
This was inspired by Яд by Erika Lundmoen
please read my author note it’s very important!
AU/N: this is only part one and still working on part two. thought I’d make this only one part but it was too long I had to cut it into two parts. I need to remind you that English is not my first language so excuse any misspelling or mispronunciation of any words or any grammatical mistakes lol. Hope you enjoy this dark fantasy I had of Bucky as I was wondering how he would be still a villain. Also, this was heavily inspired by ‘Yad’ (Яд) by Erika Lundmoen, I love this song so much and it always reminds me of Bucky in his Winter solider era. Enjoy loves xx
PART 1.
You sighed before swallowing that last sip of the red wine glass that the air hostess brought you. This was already your 3rd glass. You looked through the window to the dark clouds and the night sky as you kept thinking and wondering how you get here in the first place. It was somewhat a normal Friday late afternoon, you were getting ready for the evening, and your –rich new– friends have prepared for you. They were setting you up with a blind date, they said it’s a very handsome guy who's an heir to a big industrial company. You weren’t amused that much as none of them know your secret or your secret lover.
Then you remembered him, your secret mysterious lover, who’s the reason you’re living this lavish rich lifestyle. You remembered six years ago, on the news, you were watching Captain America getting brutally killed by none other than The Winter Soldier himself. You watched the fall of this new organization of superheroes and agents called “The Avengers” and the new world order seeing light under the hands of The Winter Soldier. Hydra ruled and controlled every country in the world, including the USA. It was three years ago when you saw on the news that every leader and all the rulers of Hydra were killed and it was an inside job. The Winter Solider rebelled and killed every single one of them and he, alone, became the new Hydra leader, recruiting super soldiers and making the biggest army of super soldiers known to man.
A year ago, you were just a normal waitress girl, in a hotel restaurant, minding your own business and working just to make ends meet. You weren’t born with a silver spoon in your mouth and your upbringing was very normal and somewhat poor. Until one day your boss came and told you there will be a very important diplomatic meeting that’s happening in the hotel and he assigned you and two of your coworkers to wait on the leaders and diplomats. On this same very evening, you saw him for the first time. The Winter Solider. Bucky Barnes. Captain America’s best friend who was brainwashed by Hydra and was under control for decades. He was so charismatic, terrifying, very handsome, and absolutely dangerous. Just like a fallen angel, just like Lucifer himself. You were drawn to him at first glance until he noticed you and made eye contact with you. Your heart skipped a beat then, there was a connection between you both, you were certain of this as at first glance, you saw his face change emotion and he was staring at you.
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“барышня, only 5 minutes till landing” You were brought back to reality from that memory train you were on by the sound of the bodyguard on your left. you nodded to him with a smile and fastened your seat belt around your hips.
Looking back at your past now made you wonder if you actually deserve to live this life or not, to go everywhere with a private plane like the one you’re in now. To live in the finest, most luxurious apartment in Brooklyn, to have rich friends and live a rich lifestyle, to attend galas and be the face of many luxury brands, all because of him, all because he liked you the first time he saw you, all because he promised you to make all your wishes and dreams come true only if you became his, all because he wanted his “favorite one” to be separate from the other women and to live like a princess whose all her dreams are granted.
In fact, you didn’t ask for any of this at all, but you loved the idea that he made all of this for you just because he thinks you’re worthy of it. In the end, you were “his favorite”.
The plane landed in the small very private airport near his mansion in Russia. you had your fur coat covering you. At least, you were dressed very fancy for the ball you were going to with your friends to meet your blind date. As you were about to leave your apartment, you were met by Bucky’s super soldiers' bodyguards at the front door of your apartment, telling you that The King wants you now. So you didn’t argue, you nodded and just took your bag and phone and left with them. This was your deal with him, him giving you whatever you want and desire in life, and you being available and there whenever he calls for you or want you. He has the plane ready for you and super soldiers protecting you and going everywhere with you, in case something goes wrong.
The guards guided you into the mansion and into Bucky’s suite which took up the whole second floor of the mansion. You walked with them till you arrived in front of the door of his office then they left you there alone. You knocked slightly.
“входить” his voice was deep and calm, you just felt butterflies in your stomach as you were very anxious and excited to see him, it’s been nearly a month since your last meeting with him and you missed him dearly. You opened the door and entered and as soon as you closed it behind you, he looked up from the pile of papers in front of him, his hair was perfectly combed, and he grew his beard, which was a very new look on him but also a very sexy one. He grinned widely as soon as his eyes met yours. “ahhh моя кукла”. he stood up from behind his desk and you walked closer to him and he moved closer to you too.
He kissed you very deeply and passionately before hugging you tightly, you hugged him back and buried your face in his neck. “Missed you so much, кукла” he whispered in your ear and kissed your neck softly.
“Missed you too, James” you smiled softly and he started to rub your back slightly.
You didn’t actually know how to address him, didn’t know if you should call him sir, king, soldier, Bucky, or James. You never actually asked, but you found James to be just perfect as you felt weirded out to call him sir or king. ‘James’ was good enough based on the relationship you both had, you were not actually lovers or boyfriend and girlfriend to be intimate and call him Bucky and yet you both weren’t platonic or had a strict respectful relationship to call him sir. so ‘James’ did the job perfectly.
At least, he didn’t complain about whatever you call him.
He removed your fur coat slowly and looked at your body and your fancy dress. “You look so beautiful,” he held your hand and spun you around to take a good look at the dress. It was a tall tight dress that hugs your curves perfectly with a very long slit on the left that shows your whole left leg from your upper thigh to your left foot. It was burgundy colored with a black sheer silk attached to it that gives the dress a matte look under lights. “did you get all dolled up for me?” he smirked at you when his eyes left your body and met your eyes.
“Well, umm-,” he leaned back on his office desk and sat on its edge and pulled you to him slowly “you didn’t give me any heads up that we were supposed to meet so I was actually going to a ball party with a bunch of friends” you looked down to your hands playing with his black suit’s blazer, trying to hide the truth that you were going on a blind date.
The thing you didn’t know about Bucky is that he is very good at reading body language and the second you broke eye contact and said that, he knew you were hiding something and that’s not the truth. But he didn’t want to confront you yet about it so he took it slowly. “Oh really?” he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him as your chests now touching and he has a perfect view of your boobs as it’s pushed up from the tight dress. “what kind of a ball party?” he moved his head and start kissing your neck.
“A normal one.” you bit your lower lip as his kisses now moved down to your shoulders and collarbone.
“normal one? what kind of a ball is that exactly?” he chuckled while his right hand moved down slightly and he started rubbing your left butt cheek as his kisses never stopped and his lips moved down to your chest, leaving more kisses.
“Just a normal ball party, James” you sighed, feeling more frustrated as you are getting more turned on by his touching and kisses and you feel yourself getting wetter, you can’t stand wearing your panties anymore, it’s getting more uncomfortable as you are soaked down there.
“A normal ball party where rich people gather around for whatever reason, stuffing their faces with crab cakes and drinking champagne until they’re passed out,” you said with an annoyed tone as you can’t just stand the teasing anymore.
The relationship you had with Bucky was just casual sex every now and then unless that was what you thought it was until 8 months ago, he started to show more feelings, starting saying “I miss you”, “I want you”, “you are beautiful”, “my girl”, “my favorite girl”, “my doll”, “baby girl”, but never the word “love”. He started being more romantic. Taking you on dates, of course, they were secret private dates as he was a known criminal and he shouldn’t be seen in public at all but with his power and money, he can rent or buy any restaurant or place in the world just so you both could enjoy your time and dates together.
He was very gentle with you, protecting you, getting you a big apartment in Brooklyn which was like 3 blocks away from his childhood home, he didn’t mention that at all but you knew it when you went to the Captain America museum and explored the whole room dedicated to Sargent James Buchanan Barnes, Captain America’s best friend.
You learned a lot about him, actually about the old him. Now, he’s just the winter solider, the cold blooded murderer who killed all his superiors and killed the avengers and is now running the Hydra organization and having the biggest super soldiers army in the universe.
But at least, he had a soft spot for you.
He moved his hands to the back of your thighs and lift you up, your legs wrapped quickly around his waist, which was sort of a habit as he loved picking you up like this, like his small girl. he kept looking at you and murmuring I miss yous and you look so beautiful, against your lips while kissing you and walking towards his bedroom, there was only a wall between his office and his bedroom. he opened the door, and his room wasn’t unfamiliar to you but you were just amazed every time by how big and wide it is. The ceiling is so high up and the walls are filled with paintings and mirrors.
He put you on his king-sized bed and you just laid on your back, looking at him. He smirked at you and moved his hands down your dress and took off your panties, freeing your soaked cunt from the now-uncomfortable material. “So, it was just a normal ball party with normal rich friends, huh?” he held your left ankle and pulled it up, and rested it on his shoulder. you nodded and saw him undoing the straps of your heels and taking them off. “Are you sure about that, кукла?” he gave you a very intense look and at that moment you knew that he knows you were hiding something so keeping it hidden won’t do you any good. “You know I hate it when you lie to me.” he rubbed your ankle and calf slowly, giving it a simple soft massage.
“I am not lying to you” Your tone was serious. “My friend, Emma, she set me up on a blind date with this guy,” you saw his facial expression get more tense and his hand tightened on your ankle a bit harder. “I mean, no one knows that I’m- umm, that we-… you know, together” Your tone was shaky as you started to get more anxious as his grip hardened on your ankle. “they just thought I’m single and wanted me to have a date so-..”
“So you decided to dress and doll up for a strange man, didn’t you?” he cut you off suddenly as you can see he started to get angry.
“No, they don’t know about us. No one knows. So I’m just playing the part. acting it. That’s it.” you said with a sad tone, breaking eye contact with him and looking up at the ceiling and huffing. this is truly what you felt like. Playing a part in Bucky’s world. Being nothing more than his sex doll and his mistress. You hate the fact that you wanted him and wanted to be with him forever and you just can’t handle living this lifestyle anymore. Yes, it’s a blessing but you didn’t want all of that, you didn’t ask for any of that. You just wanted him.
“Well, this dress is no good anymore. Can I tear it apart?” he put your left leg back again on the bed and pulled your other leg by the ankle and on his shoulder and removed your heels from this one too.
“Why isn’t it good anymore? I think it’s pretty.” you looked at him confused, not knowing what the dress has to do with anything.
“It is pretty but now, for me, it’s what you wore for another man’s eyes and not mine. I hate it now.” he pulled it up to your upper thighs and your legs are now bared to him.
“But what am I going to wear when I leave? Can’t just be wearing my fur coat. It’s freezing outside.” he chuckled darkly at your words and looked at you with a dark smirk on his face.
“As much as it would be so fucking hot of you to not wear anything except for a fur coat, I can get you any other dress that you want,” he grabbed the dress from its slit on your left thigh with his metal hand and ripped it open until the dress was fully ripped from the left side. “anyways, you’re staying for the whole weekend with me, I don’t want you wearing any clothes at all.” he moved up to meet your eyes and he pepper kissed your jawline. “and if you got cold, you can wear my clothes, my wardrobe is all yours, милая” he ripped and removed the dress from your body, leaving you fully naked underneath him.
you moaned slightly as his hands roamed your body, massaging and rubbing your boobs while his tongue is attacking your lips and mouth, kissing your hungrily. You opened your legs more for him, signaling to him where you wanted him the most. he removed himself from on top of you to get undressed. He removed all of his clothes and got on top of you again, kissing you passionately then starting to kiss you all over. Leaving marks and love bites all over your body, showing you who you truly belong.
“ты моя навсегда, куколка” his voice is raspy and deep, he moved his head down and kissed and sucked on your nipples, of course leaving marks and love bites on your boobs too. You were so needy for him and a part of you was glad that he was as much as needy for you as you are of him.
“James, please. I need you so bad. Please fuck me” you whined and opened your legs more for him. he pulled his head up and looked at you with nothing but pure lust in his now dark blue eyes.
“No, baby doll. No fucking. I missed you too much to just fuck you. I’m going to make love to you ‘cause you deserve this, honey. you’ve earned this.” he kissed your lips passionately but you were just startled, confused, and slightly shocked. You kept wondering why he would say such things and do such things. It’s the first time you ever see him being like this to you or talking like this to you. You were sick of these feelings you have for him and he was just toying around with them.
“You make love to someone you love, James. What we have isn’t love” You looked directly into his eyes with a concerned look on your face.
“Maybe you are right,” these words went straight to your heart and smashed it. You had a little hope he would correct you and tell you he loves you. “But tonight, just pretend that we’re in love. act it like you just said you’re acting it and playing a part.” you wondered if toying with your feelings like this was his way to punish you for what you just said about playing a part in your new life. “make me make love to you. make me show you how you’re supposed to be loved. Or at least humor me, принцесса” his mouth never left your face or your body. He couldn’t stop kissing you and leaving marks everywhere on your neck and body. You weren’t sure what his intentions were by what he just said. A little part of you hoped he meant what he was saying.
You felt his cock twitch against your thigh and felt him leaking. You couldn’t hold it any longer and you lift your hips up to meet his. Signaling to him that you need him. “I’ll give you whatever you want, just let me take my time with you first. I missed you too much” He said between breaths and kisses as he’s now moving down, kissing and leaving love bites all over your belly. “missed this belly,” he kissed your belly button. “missed my little ladies,” he grabbed your boobs with his hands as his mouth kept going down to your lower belly.
“but I missed this pretty girl the most.” you could feel his hot breath against your soaked cunt now, gushing more at the new nickname he gave to your pussy. he groaned when he saw you gushing and your slick is wetting the bed underneath you, making a mess everywhere. he looked up at you and you locked eyes with him while he slowly licked a long stripe between your folds, never breaking eye contact. This sight alone had you crying out and shutting your eyes while throwing your head back on the pillows.
Bucky kept flicking his tongue over your sensitive bud and sucking on it. He was really taking his time, he wasn’t fast or hard. He was simply just eating you out, slowly, gently, like he actually wants to taste you. You were so needy that you wanted more than that. You started pushing your hips more into his face and grinding slowly. “Greedy aren’t we, my little girl?” He got up and wiped his chain from your glistening slick with the back of his hand.
He got on top of you again and pressed his lips against yours, and you can taste yourself on his lips. he licked your bottom lip, asking for entrance and you opened your mouth happily for him, licking his tongue and tasting more of yourself. “Do you know what do you taste like?” he broke the kiss but his lips were right above yours. you shook your head slightly and bit your lips. “Like fucking peaches.” he pushed his tongue into your mouth again, kissing and licking it all over. “You taste like fucking peaches, especially your pussy.” you moaned into his mouth “You’re driving me insane, принцесса. Guess peaches are my new favorite fruit”.
He buried his face in your neck, attacking the sensitive skin again with kisses, especially that sweet spot that gets you all turned on and horny. As if you’re not going to lose your mind already from how horny you are. You could feel his tip pushing slightly on your clit and you were just a moaning mess at this point. “Ready for me, love?” he lifted his head and rested his head on your forehead, locking eyes with you.
“Always, Bucky” you whispered, his whole expression changed. his eyes widened a bit at the sound of his name slipping out of your mouth like honey. He hadn’t heard this name in so long, and you say it like this had his heart beating faster, if he wasn’t in love with you before, he believes now he is.
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PART TWO
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Synopsis: You give your beloved husband, Kyoujuro a wonderful surprise for his birthday.
Warnings: Daddy kink, clit slapping (just one), Breeding kink, mentioning of pregnancy, food play, fingering, oral (f recieiving), light choking, unprotected sex, established relationship, cute nicknames, edging, dirty talking, dacryphilia, cervix fucking, creampie
Word count: 4k
Pairing: Kyoujuro Rengoku x Fem!reader
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Kyoujuro never really liked celebrating his birthday. His birthday reminded him too much of his late mother as her birthday was the day before his. It was not until he met you and made you his wife did he start to enjoy his birthday again.
You brought such joy to his heart every year. Each year you would come up with a surprise for him, each one more exciting than the last. So, for the first time in a long time, he was excited for his birthday. He hurried home after the Hashira meeting so that he could see what you had planned for him.
You had just finished putting the last touches on your surprise for your husband when you heard the front door open. You quickly closed the door behind you as you saw him round the corner. Greeting him with a smile, you said. “Welcome home, my love.”
You stood on your tiptoes, placing your hands on his shoulders to press a sweet kiss to his lips. You sighed when he in turn wrapped his arms around your waist and deepened the kiss. A moan vibrated in your chest as his tongue swept inside your mouth.
He massaged your tongue with his own before you gently pushed him away. “Slow down, Kyou.” You tapped him on the nose. “I have the bath heated for you. Go on and bathe while I get things ready.”
He pouted as he let his beautiful wife leave his arms. Kyoujuro was really curious as to what you had planned for this year. Tempted to peer into the dinning room where everything was set up, he flinched when you yelled at him to not peek and go take a bath. Crossing his arms over his chest, he grumpily walked down the wall to the bathhouse. “She could’ve offered to join me.”
“Already took one before you came.” you giggled as you leaned back against the door as you avoided Kyoujuro attempting to spoil his surprise like he’s been doing for the past couple of birthdays. You slid the door open just a bit to make sure that he was indeed gone before walking back to the kitchen.
You smiled at the large array of food items. You had made his favorite dinner and had prepared a little special dessert for him. You made sure your yukata was tied shut tightly as you walked over to the large cake you had made.
Grabbing the piping bag, you finished writing his name on bright red letters. “There!” you smiled down at your handiwork. This was going to be the best birthday surprise ever for your husband. He deserved the world and more, especially after yesterday.
You recalled the solemn look on his face as he and his father and brother visited his mother’s grave, decorating the headstone in flowers. You stood by his side and held his hand as he said his piece to her, whispering his farewells and happiest of birthdays to his beloved mother.
You comforted him and Senjurou the best you could by making them baked sweet potatoes and giving them cuddles like their mother did as they wept silently into your shoulders. You also tried to comfort your father-in-law, but as usual he brushed you off. So, you left him his favorite sake at his door.
But today was all about your wonderful husband and you were determined to make this day a happy memory for him like you’ve been doing since you started dating all those years ago. You could hear his footsteps walking back down the hall, letting you know that he had finished with his bath and was coming back to the dining area. You quickly slipped out of the room to greet him with a warm smile. “You ready for your surprise, my love.”
Kyoujuro wrapped his arm aorund yourr waist, pulling you closer to him with hand large hand pressed against the small of your back. “You’ve already made my day so much better by just being here with me, my fireball.” He breathed in your scent as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. “You smell nice. New perfume?” He brushed his lips against your throat, making you sigh out his name.
You gently pushed him away with a smile. “No. Your surprise first, Kyou.” you giggled when he pouted. Turning around, you slid the door open and called out “Surprise.” you grinned as his eyes widened at your hard work.
You had managed to transform the entire dining room into a replica of the starry sky without having to open up the roof. You had many small lights placed in very accurate constellalions. You grabbed his hand and pulled him inside and motioned to the various constellations You made. “There’s Gemini, Taurus, and Leo.” you pointed to the small cluster of lights that made up each group of stars.
“This...this is beautiful, my love. Truly it is.” Kyoujuro breathed. His eyes could not stop staring at your beautiful craftsmanship. How you managed to do this was remarkable. It was like he was surrounded by the stars in the skies. You really outdid yourself this time.
He turned towards you and pulled you into his arms and kissed you passionately, his tongue sliding against yours. Kyoujuro tugged at the obi tied at your waist. He growled when you swatted his hands away. “Little one...”
Your body shivered when he growled out that name. It was the name he called you when he wanted you beneath him. “You gotta eat first. I didn't slave over a hot stove all day for you to not at least try some of the things I cooked.” you tapped him gently on the nose before retying your obi. You led him to his seat at the table and made him sit down. “I’ll be back with your plate.”
You went into the kitchen and fixed him a quick dinner because you knew how frustrated he was becoming. You were wearing a thin robe that barely hid anything and you had sprayed your body down with a new perfume that seemed to awaken a beast within him. You walked back, set the plate in front of him and watched as his eyes widened.
“You learned how to make my mother’s dish?” He whispered softly as he stared down at the food on the plate. His heart swelled with love for you. You were truly an angel his mother had sent to him from heaven. His eyes misted over as he took that first bite. It tasted almost exactly how his mother made it. Kyoujuro looked over to you, who was smiling softly at him, “You’re an angel, my darling. I’m so lucky to have you.”
You smiled at him, your face warming a little at the snecereity of his words. “I only want you to feel nothing but happiness everyday, but especially on this day since it was such a sad day for you in the past.” You walked over to him and rubbed his shoulders, easing out all the tension and stress that had built up in them. Once he was fully relaxed and almost finished with his food, you went back into the kitchen to grab dessert.
Kyoujuro’s heart was truly touched. Not only did his wife manage to simulate his favortire thing, you also managed to copy his favorite dish his mother made him often. He wiped at the corner of his eye. He did not deserve someone so precious, but he was not going to give you up to no one.
He turned to look at you as you brought out a tray filled with various items. He quipped a brow as you walked past him to set the tray down on the table. His breath caught up in his throat as his eyes widened when you faced him.
You hid a smile as Kyoujruo’s jaw dropped when he saw what you were hiding under your robe. You leaned in and lifted his jaw with a finger, your breasts nearly spilling out of the red lace bra you wore. “See something you like, Kyou?” you giggled as you straddled his lap and sat down, running your fingers though his hair. “Because it’s time for your dessert.” you grabbed his fork and took a piece of the cake onto it and held it out to him.
Flame colored eyes narrowed as he leaned forward to take the offered piece, but he nudged it with his lips purposely and made it fall onto your chest. “Oops...” He wrapped his arm around your waist, pulled you closer while making your chest stick out more.
“I need to clean my mess up.” His tongue slid out of his mouth and licked at the sweet tasting frosting that smeared over your breasts. He scooped some of the cake into his mouth while lapping at the creamy confection. “So sweet.”
You opened your mouth in a silent moan as his wet muscle licked over your tits. You curled your fingers into his hair to hold his head in place. His fingers came up and tugged at one of the cups of your bra as his other hand reached for something behind me.
You jumped when something cold dripped down my breasts. You then saw that Kyoujuro had grabbed the ice cream and poured some of the melted liquid onto your flesh, his tongue quickly following the path it took. He quickly sucked the nipple he freed into his mouth as he tugged the other cup down to play with the other.
“Ah~” you cried out, pressing your hips down into his.
He licked up the drippings of the ice cream from your tantalizing breasts before moving down to suck a nipple into his mouth, fingers tugging and playing with the other one. The sweet taste of the creamy liquid made your skin even more delicious under his tongue.
Kyoujuro swirled his wet muscle over the pebbled bud, pressing it against the roof of his mouth as he released it with a wet “pop” “Delicious.” He hummed as he lifted you off his lap and laid you down on the table. At your confused look, he said. “You said it was time for dessert? I’m having you for dessert.”
You opened your mouth to protest. But a soft moan replaced my words as his fingers slid over your clothed heat. “Kyou~” You whined out when he sat back down and reached for the cake and ice cream. His tongue slipped out to wet his lips as he placed the items down next to your body. You watched with bated breath as Kyoujuro placed his cool hands on your thighs before gliding his fingers down to your panties.
You lifted your hips so that he could slide them off. felt my face heat with a blush when he brought them to his nose, sniffing them before stuffing them into his pocket. “Kyou, wha-” Your words were cut off when he dropped a small scoop of ice cream on top of your pussy.
Kyoujuro smiled down at you as he grabbed the bottle of whipped cream and sprayed a generous amount around your breasts before grabbing the chocolate syrup and decorating your body with the brown swirls. To top off his treat, he placed two mashiro cherries on top of each whipped creamed covered breast.
“Shh...I’m having my dessert.” His tongue lapped up the sweet, white cream that coated your body. Your body trembled under his touch, the heat causing the ice cream to melt faster. Kyoujuro quickly moved down to slurp up the melting liquid, purposely avoiding your throbbing clit. Once the ice cream had been cleaned off your body, he went back to your whipped cream covered tits. He scooped more of the sweet treat into his mouth, pulling the cherry into his mouth.
Your body trembled on the table as Kyoujuro took his time devouring your body. It was a feast for him to enjoy and you were not about to interrupt him. But you were soon starting to get impatient, your pussy was throbbing and was begging to be touched and played with. You could literally feel your slick building up until it was overflowing and running down the lips of your cunt.
“Kyou...” you whined, lifting your hips off the table and rubbing your thighs together. “Please...” your voice came out more whiny and pitiful sounding than what you meant as his tongue trailed over to the other cream covered breast, licking it clean before pulling the red fruit inside his mouth. You gasped when he suddenly grabbed you by the cheeks and pressed his lips against yours.
Kyoujuro used his tongue to push the sweet cherry into your open mouth, feeding it to you. Once you had swallowed it, he sucked your tongue into his mouth. His fingers glided down your body until they reached your weeping cunt, feeling your slick that gathered there and spread it over your lower lips.
“So wet. And all for me on my birthday?” He whispered against your lips. He nudged at your entrance with two fingers, slowly sinking them inside. Kyoujuro growled at the feeling of your vevlty walls sucking his digits in deeper. “Such a needy little pussy.”
Your face heated at his dirty talk. Kyoujuro was always so good at it and it always left you a mess. The squelching sounds that came from your cunt made your face heat even more. Kyoujuro was purposely fingering you so slowly to make those noises.
You whined at the feeling of a third finger beeing added, the stretch burned so good. Your hips moved of their own accord as he touched deeper within you, rubbing against your walls as his lips closed over one of your sensitive nipples once more. “Ahn~” you moaned. “Kyou, please?”
“Please, what, my sweet?” He teased as his thumb pressed on your throbbing clit, swirling it slightly. He smiled at the sight underneath him. His beautiful wife naked with three of his fingers pressed so snuggly inside your dripping cunt. Your mouth parted as you panted and moaned so sweetly for him. Only for him.
“What do you want me to do? I’ll do whatever you ask of me.” He thought about what he had just said as he slid down your body, his tongue lapping up any stray smears of chocolate sauce. “On second thought. It is my birthday. I should do as I please today.” His tongue teased at your clit lightly, flickering over it.
You opened your mouth in a silent scream as Kyoujuro lapped at your sensitive nub. Your hands flew to his head as your thighs began to tremble. You were not going to last long. Having his tongue covering every inch of your body has made it very sensitive to the slightest of touches.
Your back arched when he added a fourth finger inside, stretching me out even further. You tugged at his hair when his tongue circled at my clit before sliding down to your dripping hole. He licked up at the small space that his fingers provided.
Kyoujuro swirled his tongue over the small space his fingers left behind as he collected some of your sweet honey before moving his mouth back up to suck on your sensitive nub. He slowly thrust his fingers inside, prepping you for what was to come next.
His other hand palmed at his hardening length as he licked you in tune with his thrusting fingers. Kyoujuro pulled his zipper down on his pants and freed his erection, the pink, wet tip slapping against his abdomen. His fist closed over the hard length as he began stroking it in tune with his fingers, curling them within you. “Fuck..my sweet little fireball.” He mumbled into your folds, smearing his pre over his dick.
Your thighs began to tremble even more as Kyoujuro ate you out, his tongue lashing almost violently over your swollen clit. You pulled at his hair, not knowing if you were trying to push him away or pull him closer. Your mouth opened in a series of curses as the knot of heat that had been forming in the pit of your belly snapped.
“AHN~” your voice came out loud as you grabbed at his hair, holding him in place as you rode out my orgasm on his tongue. “Shit...Fuck...Oh god...” you panted, your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath.
He drank every last drop you had to offer. You were always so sweet on his tongue and he loved tasting you. He slowed his fingers until he eased them out of your quivering hole. His tongue still lapped at your clit softly.
Kyoujuro sat back, his chin and neck still wet from your juices. He made a show of sucking his fingers into his mouth, curling his tongue over the long digits. “Thanks for dessert.” he hummed as he stroked his cock, leaning over you. “But I want more now.” He took hold of your still shaking legs and placed them over his shoulders.
You bit your lip when you felt Kyoujuro rub the bulbous head of his length against your weeping slit. He teased you with the tip, bumping it against your clit until you were a sobbing mess. “Kyou...please?” You whined when he increased his teasing, thrusting in shallowly before resuming flicking your clit with just the tip.
“Kyou...” you pleaded, but was met with a light slap to my clit. You bit your lip to stop the scream from leaving your throat.
“You know what my name is, wife.” Kyoujuro said simply as he rubbed his cock along your slick slit, fingers pressing deep into your thighs as he leaned down to lap at your perked nipple. “You want my cock deep inisde this tight cunt?” At your desperate nod, he said, “Then say what I want to hear, little one. Beg for it. That’s my birthday wish.”
“Kyou...Daddy, please fuck me.” you whine out, tears sliding down your face. You needed him inside you so badly. Your body was aching for him. “I want your cock so deep inside me, Daddy. Won’t you please fuck me?” you gasped when Kyoujuro’s lips spread into a satisfied smile and he angled his cock to line the head up with your opening.
With one smooth thrust, he sheathed himself inside. You opened your mouth and let out a wonton sounding moan at the stretch and the fullness you felt. Your tongue lolled out as Kyoujuro started a fast steady pace, his shaft rubbing all the right spots within you.
Kyoujuro pumped his hips into yours, hands tightening around your thighs. He leaned down to press a sloppy kiss to your lips, tongue tangling with yours. “Fuck, baby girl, you’re so damn tight. You’re squeezing my cock so much. It's like your pussy doesn’t want to let it go.” He growled into your ear, as he pushed more of him inside.
“Did you miss my dick that much?” His voice was a growl-like coo as he spoke directly in your ear, hot breath ghosting across your already sensitive flesh. Kyoujuro increased the speed of his thrusts, heavy balls slapping against your ass as the table creaked under your combined weight.
Your mind was swimming from the pleasure that all you could do was hold on to Kyoujuro for dear life as he pounded into you. Your back arched off the table as his thick cockhead pressed against your cervix and mewls left your raw throat.
“Shit, Kyou, right there. Fuck...you’re so good, baby. S’good to me. It feels s’good.” you babbled out, tears streaming down your face to which he licked away before pressing sweet kisses to your lips, swallowing your moans and screams. The sounds of skin against skin echoed through the living room as the semll of sex grew heavier.
His hips continued to rock against yours as his hand slipped down to rub at your clit, making you cream on his cock. “You’re such a good girl. My beautiful wife.” he purred, eyes full of lust and love. All for you. “I love you so goddamn much.”
His other hand carassed at your neck, giving it a few gentle squeezes before trailing down to your breasts. He groaned when your walls clenched tightly around him, so warm and wet. “Shit, princess...You want my cum that badly?” Kyoujuro asked before nipping at your neck. “You want me to breed you? You want me to get you pregnant, love?”
You felt your body clench down on him harder. He was being so lewd and it was such a turn on. “I love you, too.” you pulled him down for another sloppy kiss, tongues meshing together. You nodded your head as you moaned out, “Yes, Kyou! I want your cum so badly. Please breed me. I want to get pregnant. I want us to have kids.”
That twisting ball of heat in your belly snapped as your orgasm washed over you. Your nails dug into his back as your breath caught up in your throat. You managed to choke out his name in broken bits as he continued to pump his cock within you. His stamina always amazed you.
Kyoujuro smiled down at you, watching yourr chest heave from your second intense orgasm. “Little one, I’m not through with you.” His hips snapped into yours as he scooped you up off the table and walked over to the nearest wall. Pressing your back against the smooth surface, he hooked your legs over his shoulder, pressing your thighs up against your chest.
“You have one more, don’t you, love?” He slid his thick cock out until only the pink, bulbous head was left inside and he looked down at the ring of cream that circled the base. “Fuck..you’re so sexy.” Kyoujuro rammed it back inside, his balls slapping against your ass with each heavy thrust. “Gonna breed you so well, my love. Wanna see you so round with my seed. You’d look absolutely beautiful.”
Your mind went numb as he pumped in and out of your cunt, nearly bruising your cervix with his powerful thrusts. You opened your mouth and let out another series of moans as the squelching noises of your love making filled the air. “S’too much, Kyou. M gonna break.” It felt too good, your body was melting. You could feel that knot of heat burning low in your belly threatening to snap. Your head fell back as you surrendered to the pleasure. “Kyou!” you screamed as you came hard, your juices squirting out of you.
He felt your slick spray out of you, dripping down his length and over his balls. “Good fucking girl.” Kyoujuro wasn’t too far behind as his thrusts began more sporadic until he gave one last pump and held still as his thick, white seed colored your insides. “Shit...” he groaned out as he gave you a few shallow thrusts. “You’re so good to me, baby. Thank you.”
He pressed soft kisses to your forehead as he lowered your legs some until he was carrying you in his arms. Kyoujuro cuddled you as he walked you to your shared bedroom. “Did you really mean those words? Do you really want us to have kids?” He had to know that it just was not the mind numbing sex the two of you just had. His words about seeing you round with his child was truly an exciting and beautiful thought to him.
You smiled as Kyoujuro laid you on your bed and grabbed his hand and placed it on your belly. “Of course, baby. We are already pregnant.” You laughed when his eyes widened and he asked you if it was really true. “Yes, Shinobu confirmed it today. Kyou, we’re starting a family.”
Kyoujuro said nothing as he pulled you into a deep embrace, tears sparkling in his eyes. “Thank you, my love. This is the best birthday surprise you could have ever given me.” He pulled away only to press his lips against yours in a sweet kiss, his hand never leaving your stomach.
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Y'all know I like brain breaks when I'm working on a series. (Are they brain breaks or does my ADHD just get the better of me? 😂). Either way, I wrote this dirty little thing just for fun. I hope you enjoy it! I'll come back to This is the Story and the 200 requests soon!
You're the Boss
A/N: There is very little plot here. It's almost pure smut. But it's set during the '70s Vegas era. It's an Elvis x fem!reader fic and will definitely be a one-shot. Also, this one plays with a dominant woman and kind of subby(ish) Elvis.
Warnings: this is absolutely 18+ only, MDNI!!! Cussing, fingering, oral (f & m receiving), p in v sex, unprotected sex (with a stranger), swallowing, teasing, and the reader being pretty dominant. I hope that's everything.
This is the outfit he's wearing:
Elvis walks into his suite after the show to find you there, sitting on his bed with your shoes off.
"Now, what the hell, honey? Who are you?"
"It's not important."
"How did you get in here?" He reaches for the firearm strapped to his ankle, just in case. He holds it casually in his hand as he listens.
"I paid Joe $5,000 cash to bring me in here."
"Remind me to fire his ass in the morning."
"I will, if I'm still here." He moves toward the phone to call security.
"Are you really going to kick me out so soon?" You stand up and let your silver sequined dress fall to the floor, revealing matching red lingerie. His eyes move up and down over your body.
"I might be persuaded to let you stay." He says with a playful smirk. He lays the gun down on the side table and walks toward you.
"Get on your knees, honey."
"Oh no, Elvis. Tonight I'm the boss." You say, giving him a devilish smile. He thinks about what this means and looks at you again standing there in your bra and panties.
"I'm not sure about that, honey."
"Can you follow instructions?" He's never had a woman come in and take charge like this. He can't tell if he likes it. You take two steps towards him and lay your hand on his chest where his jumpsuit is open. Then you whisper in his ear.
"I asked if you could follow instructions." A shiver runs down his spine and electricity gathers between his legs. He likes it.
"Yes, baby, I think I can." You back away from him and sit on the bed again.
"Good boy. Take your suit off." He nods and unzips his jumpsuit, removing the heavy mirrored belt and dropping it gently on the floor.
"Don't lose that." He picks the belt up again and raises an eyebrow.
"Oh, why is that?"
"You'll see. Now, suit, off." He finishes removing the light blue jumpsuit and stands before you totally nude.
"What's next, baby?" He asks nervously.
"Put your belt back on." You smile deviously as he picks up the belt again.
"Honey, are you sure?"
"Put it back on." You say firmly, but playfully. He wraps the belt around his waist and fastens it. You look him up and down, noticing how hard his cock is as it twitches where it stands. You reach out and grab the top of his belt, dragging him over to where you sit on the bed. You reach back and unclasp your bra, dropping it to the floor. You stand up just long enough to slide your panties to the floor and then sit back down on the edge of the bed.
"Get on your knees." You direct him, tugging downward on the belt. He obliges, situating himself between your legs. You spread your thighs and put one on each of his shoulders. Then you run your fingers in his hair and drag his face forward to your pussy.
"I want to come twice before I touch your cock." He nods and leans forward, pressing his mouth to your dripping center. He starts by running his tongue up your slit and stopping at your clit. He licks over and around it in circles, lapping at the core of your desire. He moans softly and you throw your head back as he works. You notice he's touching himself as he licks you.
"Did I say you could do that?" You ask, pushing his head away from your clit.
"No."
"Then stop." He groans and stops stroking his cock.
"Use your hands." He runs the hand he had on himself up your thigh and presses two fingers into you. His other hand is around your thigh. You guide his head back down until his tongue makes contact with your throbbing clit. You are ready to come undone at his touch. He goes back to working his mouth over and around you, and pleasure runs through you uncontrollably. You throw your head back and moan.
"Yes, just like that baby. Don't stop." He follows instructions and keeps devouring your pussy, sliding his long fingers in and out of you fervently, his rings pushing up against your entrance. You feel the coil of pleasure tightening in your belly and know your orgasm will meet you soon. Still, he continues to lick and lap at you passionately. It's like he's trying to earn the next step by fucking you so well with his mouth. Finally, you feel the coil snap and your orgasm washes over you with wave after wave of pulsating ecstasy.
But he doesn't stop. You demanded two and he follows instructions. He runs his tongue up either side of your clit before sliding it back and forth over your sensitive bud. He eats you like its his last meal, licking and sucking and pushing his fingers in and out deeply. Finally, you feel a second orgasm gather between your legs and moan as it slams into you, filling you with an electric current that buzzes out to your fingertips and back again. Your fingers are still wrapped in his hair, so you pull his head back off of you. He looks up at you, chin and lips wet with your arousal. His eyes are searching yours for what comes next, hoping it's satisfaction for himself.
"Stand up." Again, he listens, wiping his mouth with his hand. You scoot backwards on the bed and grab his belt, pulling him on top of you.
"I want you to fuck me until I tell you to stop." He nods, lining the tip of his dick up with your sopping wet entrance.
"Can I start?" He asks almost innocently.
"Yes." You reach around and grab his ass, plunging him deep inside you.
"Oh god." He moans as he feels your tight wetness envelop him. As he picks up a steady rhythm of fucking into you, you hear the jingling of the chains on his belt. It's a rhythmic sound that pounds in time with his balls slapping against your ass, your hips slamming together in controlled chaos. The sound is unbearably satisfying and the combination of the chains tickling your hips and the cool, smooth surface of the belt against your stomach is a new kind of delicious.
"Fuck, baby, I'm gonna come." He whispers to you. Just when you think he's close, you push him out of you and onto his back.
"Stop." He groans and rolls over reluctantly. He was so close to coming that his balls are crying out for a release. You climb on top of him and realign his cock with your entrance. Then, you slide down onto him slowly, letting him feel every inch of him enter you.
"Baby, can I please just..." he begs and tries to fuck you from underneath. You stop him moving with him pushed deep inside you.
"Did I say you could move like that?"
"No ma'am." He answers desperately. He's tantalizingly close to coming. You sit up on your knees with just the tip of him inside you. Then, you proceed to bounce up and down on the top inch of his cock, teasing him.
"Oh, fuck, baby, you're gonna kill me." He half moans, half whines.
"You want more?"
"Yes, fuck."
"Tell me what you want."
"I want your pussy."
"What do you want me to do?"
"I want you to fuck me right now."
"Who's the boss?"
"You are, baby. Oh god, you are."
"That's right." You drop down onto him, letting him fill you fully. He groans loudly and leans his head back, with his mouth partially open.
You grab onto the thick belt and pull against it as you grind on him, pushing him deeper and deeper, the cold mirrored surface of the belt rubbing against your clit. When you feel his movements change as he approaches his release, you pull up off of him. He whimpers, thinking you're going to tease him again, but instead you pull his whole cock into your mouth and suck.
"FUCK." His hips buck up into you as he comes hard and you swallow every drop. You use the belt to hold him still against the bed while you finish sucking his release from him. His legs start to shake and he whimpers again. You lick up the bottom of his shaft one last time and then sit up and lay next to him on your back on the bed, both of you sweating and breathing heavily. He turns his head to look at you and you look at him.
"Feel free to break into my suite whenever you want."
You roll over and kiss him softly on the mouth. He's a little shocked by the tenderness with which you kiss him after the way you just fucked him, but he doesn't argue.
"I need to go." You whisper as you roll over to stand up.
"Go? Now just a minute, honey, you don't have to rush off."
"I really do." You pull your underwear and bra back on and slide the shiny silver dress back on over your head. When you slip your shoes on, Elvis stands up to protest. You walk up to him and wrap your arms around his waist. He puts his arms around you too, but the embrace doesn't last long as you unfasten the belt and pull it off of him.
"What...?" You wrap the belt around your own waist and fasten it. Your hips are wide enough to keep it on you. He looks at you in stunned disbelief.
"Are you really leaving?"
"I am."
"And you're taking my belt."
"Mhmm. Is that a problem?" He should say yes, he's supposed to wear it again, but he doesn't. Instead he shakes his head and gives you an incredulous smile. He'll come up with some excuse about why he won't wear it again.
"You're somethin' else, you know that?"
You walk to the door of the suite, belt jangling as your hips swing. When you turn back to look at him, he's sitting on the side of the bed naked. You blow him a kiss and walk out the door, closing it quietly behind you.
He never sees you, or his belt, ever again.
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Can you plz do a geto surguru x sorcerer reader story maybe a bit angst like from him leaving and the reader heartbroken but doesn't care and joins him cuz she loves him, something of that sort? I'm not picky I just wish for my of geto surguru 😭🥺
He Left You // From Afar
Hiiii anon I’ve got a drabble for you! I struggle with Geto angst of any kind especially from his defection era because he really just needs a hug and some counseling but I did my best 💗
Notes: F!reader, angst, reader is a sorcerer, established relationship, light stalking, comfort??, don’t be like them they’re both a little crazy making wild choices, Geto doesn’t start a cult- he just leaves the jujutsu world behind, We live in a river in Egypt bc none of that is canon forgive me.🥴
Geto leaves overnight and thus leaves you behind. You were suffering too, you were depressed too, and he had the audacity to leave you and Gojo- his supposed best friend- behind. You hated him for it.
For months you were bitter from the abandonment and his defection. No news of his whereabouts, zero contact. He left you.
Geto couldn’t stay. He couldn’t watch his friends be exploited and killed too young. Just like Haibara, sent out alone on a mission he had no business being involved in.
He couldn’t stay but he couldn’t completely leave either. Unbeknownst to you, he was hiding but never too far.
Of course he couldn’t leave you behind truly. You held his heart, and after two months, he cracked and started looking after you.
From afar. Far enough that you wouldn’t pick up on his energy, far enough that you wouldn’t be reminded of his abandonment.
It hurt to stay away but he made his bed to lie in. That’s what he told himself every time he was tempted to reach out to you or Satoru. He let your graduation pass by and soon your lives were moving forward without him.
But you… eighteen months after he left- he returned.
He returned to your apartment and waited for you to come home from the stupid date he spotted you on. You were wearing that little red dress he loved so much on you to meet with some other man.
Fine, he would admit that he was jealous. Leaving meant he couldn’t keep you. But you were still his. Still his doll, his love.
And his love was unlocking her door while bidding her date farewell. At least he was a gentleman.
“What the fuck are you doing here?!” This was the first time in eighteen months you laid eyes on him. You were furious.
“How did you even- what. No. Get out. Now.” Your voice was already cracking.
God he missed you so badly, the fire in your eyes was captivating even if he was on the receiving end. “You’re dating?”
“Are you stalking me or something? That’s not your business, you left me. You left me and I was alone- not even a breakup text-” the tears started flowing freely, your heart couldn’t take it.
“I’ve been checking on you every so often, wanted to make sure you were okay.”
“Do I fucking look okay to you?” You left him standing in the living room, a man wasn’t going to prevent you from being comfortable in your own apartment.
“Gorgeous actually.” He followed you, only waiting outside your bedroom door so you could change. He at least had the civility to not cross your boundaries. You hated that you were blushing so easily.
Once into your comfortable clothes, you slam the door open and cross the hall into your bathroom to remove your makeup before it could stain your face further.
Of course he followed you, taking a moment to lean against the door frame and admire you closer than he had in over a year.
Then his arms were snaking around your waist from behind. “But you should know you’re always gorgeous.” He continued his thought from a few minutes prior. He knew he couldn’t sway you with a few compliments but that wasn’t going to stop him from telling the truth.
You were paralyzed and unable to meet his gaze in the mirror, you could easily push him away and you didn’t want to. You hated that he still felt like home.
You hated that you turned around and were relaxing into his embrace, spiraling down into sobs when he held you tighter against him and rubbed his hand down your back in a soothing manner. “I hate you so much. You can’t pop in and out of my life Suguru, I won’t let you break me again. I can’t handle it.”
“I want you to come with me, doll. I didn’t want to leave you behind but I couldn’t stay there- I just couldn’t.” He started choking up, “I’ve been off the grid in a cabin, come with me? Please?”
Could you actually just leave like he did? Your friends, job, entire life? All to be with Suguru?
“I won’t cut all contact.”
“You don’t have to, phones exist.”
“And I’m not giving up Netflix or the internet.”
“I live in a cabin, not the wilderness doll.” This wasn’t a laughing matter but he couldn’t help but be fond of your stubbornness. “I have power and internet.”
Could you really leave everything behind?
Yeah. Yeah, you could.
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Something to Rely On
Paring: Mikaelson Siblings x f!Reader
Warning(s): Heavy angst at the start, implied thoughts of suic!de, fluff, comfort alert!!
Word count: 2.4k
Summary/Prompt: You are struggling to fall asleep but your beloved fictional character(s) come into your room to be with you, reminding you that you are not alone.
A/N: I’ve been struggling with my mental health lately. I realised it’s been a while since I wrote a fanfic so forgive me if it’s not the best! I just decided that I would channel my current feelings into writing something fluffy. This is also for anyone out there who needs comfort from the Mikaelsons — I am very much in my TVD and Original era right now. I really enjoyed trying to make the dialogue sound as much like their characters as possible. I stuck with just the siblings bc otherwise there was too many characters for me to process so late at night.
[ Any form of interaction is appreciated, but feedback is highly recommended so I can improve and to feel an ounce of serotonin. ]
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With every passing moment, time slipped away as you lay silently in your bed. Your doona was pulled up so far that only your head popped out. You had spent the past few hours trying to fall asleep. It had mainly involved staring up at the ceiling, listening to music, mediating or scrolling through your phone for distractions. The room was even lit by red lights that were strung up across the top of the built-in wardrobe.
It was supposed to add to the serenity of the atmosphere that you had tried to create in hopes of making you sleepy. Regardless of that, nothing seemed to dull the aching pain in your body or ease the incessant little voices whispering in the back of your mind.
Everything you’ve been fighting for? It’s all worthless.
Just outside, along with tranquil silence that usually came with the night, was the sound of rain as it fell against the roof and trickled through the pipes. You could hear the wind as it softly howled in the nearby trees and through the tiny opening in your window. But still the voices whispered like ghosts just beyond the veil.
There are others who have it worse than you.
Your pain is invalid.
Stop complaining, you’re just overreacting.
No one really cares anyway.
You tried to listen to the soft music that you had been playing on your phone and focused on the feeling of the comfort that being burritoed in your blankets brought. Nevertheless, your mind seemed hellbent on breaking through that peace that you were trying to create for yourself.
You can’t rest. You’re falling behind. You’re failing.
A quiet sob left you as you curled in on yourself protectively. The feeling that you won’t make it was almost crushing, like a boulder that you couldn’t carry.
You’re responsible. It’s all your fault.
You deserve to suffer.
Your friends and family always tried to remind you that they were there for you, and that they loved you. But you always second guessed and doubted their word. It didn’t help when they evidently let you down.
No one could see. You never let them see the worst of you. That darkness inside of you, the darkness that constantly threatened to pull you under. To drown you. The darkness that meant hope was continuously ripped from your grasp.
You’re a burden to those around you and there is nowhere in the world where you belong.
You choked on another sob, the tears that ran down your cheeks now stained your pillow. At this point the world around you seemed to no longer exist. You hated this feeling. Despite trying to tell yourself that it was temporary and that tomorrow would be better. You wanted it to end. But really who could blame you? With all this pain. You felt as though there was no escape. You were tired of it and didn’t want to hurt anymore.
You are and always will be alone.
An unexpected but gentle knock at the door pulled you out of your thoughts for the first time that night. You roughly wiped the tears from your eyes, forcing yourself to quickly try and suppress your crying. After all, you didn’t want anyone to see that pain. You peeked your head out from under the doona, watching as the door opened. You expected one of your parents but a tall man with a red henley and black jacket appeared, poking his head into your room.
“Hello love.”
“K-Klaus?” You whimpered, unable to hide the initial confusion.
He gave you a gentle smile as he hovered in the doorway, not wanting to come in without your permission. “Are you alright?” You could hear the concern through his thick British accent as he spoke.
You hesitated. The part of you that didn’t want to allow anyone to see the pain you were in threatened to deny the Hybrid’s help and push him away. However, that teeny tiny voice inside of you that wanted to be found spoke up. Help me. You shook your head as you hugged the soft toy you were holding closer to your chest. It was taking every ounce of strength you had not to break down in front of him.
Klaus finally let himself into your room and wandered over to sit down on the edge of your bed. He could basically sense the anguish you felt. You know he could. You could see it. In his dark blue-green eyes was a look that was buried deep within the centuries of emotions, in a place hidden from the world, a look that told you he truly understood the pain you were in.
“I just…want it to stop.” You whispered, unable to meet his gaze as you fought to hold back the tears.
“I know you do love, I know.” He acknowledged, leaning down and placing a gentle kiss on the top of your head. He brushed a strand of your hair behind your ear and whispered, “take a breath and close your eyes.”
Without question, you did as you were told. Allowing your eyes to close and at the same time, take a deep breath. You exhaled slowly, feeling your heart rate as it steadied. The original hybrid’s presence was surprisingly comforting.
“Now I want you to listen to me very carefully, love.” Klaus whispered soothingly. “I know you fear that the pain and darkness will consume you. Throughout my time I have discovered that our minds have a way of torturing us in an attempt to push us over the edge so that we are forced to succumb to our demons. Making us monsters. I let that darkness control me. But you mustn’t. You must continue to hold on, for me. Because in the face of such despair, your strength will prevail. I’ve seen it. You are so much stronger than you believe yourself to be.”
Klaus inhaled as if he was about to continue but a noise caused you to open your eyes. You both turned to see who now stood in the doorway.
“Forgive me for the intrusion.”
You couldn’t help but smile. “Elijah,” you said.
Needless to say you knew exactly who he was. Just by the way he held himself. So composed. With his calm demeanour yet somehow managed a commanding presence. The way he spoke so poetically and of course the unmistakable trademark outfit, his suit.
“Y/N.” Elijah began, lifting his hand to lean against the doorframe. It was obvious that he had been listening in with his vamp-hearing. “I implore you not to give up on this fight.”
“Thank you Elijah! You just ruined a perfectly good speech.” Klaus huffed sarcastically.
It made you chuckle.
Elijah sighed and stepped into the room. “Niklaus, I kindly ask you to be quiet.” He demanded politely as he fiddled with the cuff of his sleeve. He then turned back to look at you. “Y/N, your life may be a mere blip compared to our immortal lives. But, if I am not mistaken that is simply a reason worth fighting for. Let me tell you that in the numerous centuries I’ve been alive, I have always found there to be profound moments that outweigh the unpleasant and quite often tedious affairs of one’s existence. Living can be euphoric. I give you my word. But you cannot begin to experience those moments if you have given up on your hope.” He paused, acknowledging his sister’s presence without looking. “Isn’t that right Rebekah?”
“You’re always right Elijah. Who am I to argue with that?” You glanced over to where the young blonde haired Original Vampire walked in with a cocky smile. “Want a little piece of advice Y/N? Don’t listen to Nik, and never doubt Elijah’s wisdom.”
Klaus rolled his eyes at his little sister’s words.
You sat up, then manoeuvred yourself so you were leaning against him. The hybrid shrouded you in a warm hug andlooked down at you with a gentle smile. You returned it with your own grateful smile. His words had been exactly what you’d needed to hear and you didn’t want him to think otherwise.
“Oh come on, surely we are allowed to doubt the almighty wisdom of our noble brother.” Kol jested as he came in and flopped down on the floor, leaning against the side of your bed, looking up at you with his adorably mischievous grin.
Elijah slowly motioned his hands outwards with a look of slight offence. “Please, by all means, enlighten me brother.”
Kol just raised his hands in mocked surrender.
Rebekah stroked your hair fondly and scoffed at her brother’s bickering. “Ignore them, my lovely, you are allowed to feel the way you do. You don’t always have to be strong. It’s okay to cry and be vulnerable. The pain you are going through is always worth hearing about if it’s hurting you.” She motioned to her brothers. “None of us wish to see you tormented. Allow us to be something you rely on.”
You couldn’t help but smile as her words pulled on your heart strings in a way that made you feel heard. It was a really nice thing to hear coming from Rebekah. To know that it was okay to feel not okay. And your pain was valid.
“Yeah as if we are the best examples of sharing our vulnerability.” Freya chimed in half jokingly as she joined them, earning a grin from the youngest Original.
“I don’t know what you’re all talking about, I’m great at being vulnerable.” Kol declared, crossing his arms over his chest and repositioning himself to be more comfortable.
“Are you to call yourself emotional?” Rebekah asked with a smirk.
Kol scoffed and threw one of your stuffed toys at her. “Of course not!”
Freya stifled a laugh and the younger Mikaelson picked up a book from your shelf, launching it at her. The witch yelped and raised her hands to protect herself. Luckily Elijah single-handedly caught the book mid air without so much as a hint of vampire speed.
“Children please, Kol enough.” He scolded calmly with a sigh, placing the book down on the nearby desk. He looked as though he was considering taking a dagger and driving it into Kol’s heart himself.
To be fair it was way too late for the usual family squabble but you were thankfully well entertained by the Mikaelson’s shenanigans.
Fortunately for Elijah, Kol made no effort to continue an argument and instead crossed his arms again with a huff as though he was sulking in response to being berated by his brother. Klaus grinned. At least he wasn’t the one being told off this time.
Finn poked his head in, having probably noticed and heard his siblings gathering in one room. You caught his watchful eye and offered him a smile. His presence alone was enough.
Elijah took the moment of silence to turn his attention back to you, with his mesmerising green eyes. “All things considered, we simply wish for you to know that your best is all you should ask of yourself.”
Freya scooted closer. “That’s right, you should be proud of how far you’ve come. We sure as hell are proud of you, sweetheart.” She told you in her gentle, almost motherly way.
“You’re on the right path, darling, trust me.” Kol claimed, grinning as he reached up and poked your side playfully causing you giggle.
Elijah smiled and then gestured for his youngest brother to move, taking his spot at your bedside. He took your hands in his. “I need you to give me your word that you’ll always keep fighting.”
You knew he wasn’t testing you. The way he held your gaze unwaveringly and despite the calm composure, there was that air of importance in the way that he spoke his words.
“You have my word Elijah.”
This appeared to satisfy him because he nodded and stepped away after that.
Once he did, you noticed how the crushing emotional pain that had been affecting your sleep earlier had now been lifted and you were left with a feeling of calmness. A wave of exhaustion washed over you. Klaus must've noticed the shift in weight against him because he shared a knowing look with Elijah before he carefully picked you up and set you back in your bed, tucking you in properly so you were comfortable. Sort of like a father would a child.
“You are not alone Y/N.” Finn finally spoke up, having caught onto the point of this gathering.
You softly smiled, mouthing a quiet thank you before your focus returned to the original hybrid.
Niklaus then leant down so he could whisper to you once again. “Tonight you’ll sleep. You’ll remember that you are safe, needed and loved. You’ll be comforted by the notion that wherever you are, we are with you.”
You smiled sleepily as you looked over at the Mikaelsons. Your heart once again filled with hope. Each one of them had changed your life in ways they would never understand. A yawn escaped you. Elijah took that as a cue to silently usher his siblings out of the room, leaving you alone with Klaus.
Your eyes grew heavy and your efforts to keep them open were short lived as they eventually closed. As you slowly drifted off to sleep you heard Klaus speak his final words to you.
“Never forget that you are a Mikaelson, my little wolf. I love you, always and forever.”
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MEDDLE ABOUT!
premise: your first night out after the break up was a disaster, but who knew you will ended up on the back of your ex's van praising his balls like the old times.
pairing: modern!eddie munson x (f)reader
warnings: eighteen+ content minors dni!, balls fetish (I'm on my balls era, don't judge), m receiving oral, pet names (baby, slut, bitch), ex relationship.
word count: 2.4k
notes: i dedicate this to my friend @indouloureux who besides having inspired me with the main idea of the one-shot, also helped me write it. i didn't go any further on the reason they broke up 'cause my heart was hurting only by mentioning it so lol enjoy! (forgive me for the spelling erros.)
"Okay, you are good to go." The bouncer said after returning the girl's ID, giving space for her to enter the club. With a sigh, you turned to your best friend, giving her a worried look. There were four people in front of you in the line but your heart had already started to pick up the normal pace while you worked on rummaging through your bag.
"Fuck, I left my wallet at home." Your voice sounded defeated, of course, given the circumstances it was completely understandable. This was the first night your friend managed to get you out of the shared apartment between the two of you for, what she called a "girl's night", except for the fact that her boyfriend was there, shoving his tongue down her throat. After the end of a five-year relationship, your routine started to be based on 2 things: sleep and work, a comfortable cycle that gave you all the control that you needed upon your life but quoting your friend "You look like you've become an empty shell."
"What did you say?" She asked as soon as the kiss broke. You repeated what you said and sent a look to the tall bouncer with his arms crossed against his massive chest. It was now only two people away from your turn. "Oh that's okay, the big guy knows us! He will let you in."
But you weren’t surprised as the two of them just entered the club easily and you stayed outside with the promise of seeing them at home. You didn't even argue with the bouncer ─ not 'cause you were afraid of the intimidating man ─ the truth is that you were glad that he didn't let you in, it was the perfect excuse to go back to your sheets. The walk home was long and tiring, but it didn't matter because your feet stopped you in front of a red neon lights sign two blocks away from your apartment, "The Hideout". Instinctively, you bit your lower lip while flashbacks filled your mind and you could almost fill his scent in your nostrils as you walked into the bar. It was a quiet Friday night for the place, and you tried to imagine why that was. Fridays were the day that the clients would come over the most but then you reminded yourself that the last time you were here was months ago, and things can change a lot.
"Hey, Joel." You said as the gray-haired bartender landed his eyes on you with a big smile on his face. Joel was the owner, a nice man with the dream of giving people good music and drinks to make their lives easier.
"Long time no see, girl." You responded to that with a little smile and in no time a drink was handed to you by him.
"Sorry old man, I left my wallet at home."
"It's on the house, don't worry about it." Before going away to serve another customer he glanced over your shoulder and as you followed his eyes you saw a ghost of long forgotten memory. Edward Munson. Surprisingly he looked almost the same: curly hair a little shorter than the last time you saw him but still long enough to be his signature haircut, an old-school Metallica shirt, dark jeans with that black bandanna you gave him as a gift. He sat alone at a table close to the empty stage, looking straight into it while drinking at a beer can.
"So…" Joel caught your attention, making your head turn in his way. "Are you going to keep staring at him all night or are you going over there?"
"I prefer neither!" Your hand wrapped around the glass of alcohol he gave you, giving it a long sip. The burning sensation made you cough a little. "Enjoying my drink is just fine, Joel."
"Well… if you change your mind, it looks like he just got out for a smoke." You didn't have to look over your shoulder to know he was right, the loud sound of the backroom door through the ambient music indicated he was outside already. Your mind was pushing you over a limit, throwing memories of the relationship the two of you used to have on your face and the last thing you knew was the cold wind embracing your frame.
You sighed softly, feeling your throat burn, probably due to the drink that you threw down your mouth before leaving the insides of The Hideout ─ just for more confidence. The alley between the bar and an old pizzeria was big enough for two cars to fit through so you weren't surprised when you saw the van stopped a few steps away. The place was dark and you thought that he would probably be inside the van but a little ahem made your head shot in the opposite direction of the vehicle.
"Thought I saw you inside, but decided it was just my mind playing tricks on me." His low voice sent a shiver down your spine and you made your best not to tremble in front of him.
"Sorry if I disappointed you." Your back met the brick wall of the bar while you watched him take some steps closer, his frame being embraced by the poor illumination coming from the moon above.
"You didn't." He said simply before bringing a cigarette to his beautiful pink lips. "So… what are you doing here?"
The question was filled with genuine curiosity ─ one of the things that made you fall in love with him a long time ago ─ but you were far too lost in his dark brown pupils to come up with an answer right away.
"A friend took me out to a club but I forgot my wallet so.." You said simply, as if it was obvious. He lit the cigarette and before letting the smoke come out of his lungs he made a gesture with his hand encouraging you to continue, those big curious irises analyzing your face as if he was questioning himself if you were really there. "They didn't let me in and I just stopped here on my way home."
Your back left the wall and as if knowing exactly what you were about to say ─ that you should get going and it was nice seeing him, he spoke through almost closed lips that held the cigarette in place. "I'll give you a ride."
"That's okay, my new place is just a few blocks awa-" You weren't able to finish your sentence as Eddie just ignored your words and pulled you by the hand in the direction of his van. Apparently, he didn't notice the effect his touch still had upon you ─ and you were glad about that. As soon as he opened the doors he got inside offering a hand to help you do the same, after a second of hesitation looking at his ringed fingers your hand held his, and then you were inside with Eddie.
"Well, this place hasn't changed." Your comment was received by him with a little grin after he closed the doors behind you.
"Yeah. I like keeping things my way, y'know?"
"Oh yeah, I know." You sat down on one of the cushions he had on the floor and tried your best not to shiver with cold from outside.
"Are you cold?" Eddie's face was directed at you as your eyes met his above your lashes for a millisecond, just before you looked back down to your hands. This position didn't bring memories you would like to recall at this moment. In just a second, the engine started and you thought he was leaving already, but then he returned to the back of the van with a jacket in hand, the radio was on and you recognized the song as one from your favorite band. You thought about questioning him about it, since he didn't like that band at all but you preferred to stay silent as you watched him hand you the jacket. "I just turned on the heater, soon here will be as hot as an oven."
"That's great… I guess, only if you are trying to have me as a meal tonight." You laughed at your own joke as you picked the jacket from his cold hands, but as soon as you realized how this sounded your eyes went wide with embarrassment.
"Don't worry, I didn't take it that way." He sat on the opposite side you were and a relieved smile fell on your face, this was the good side of being with Eddie. Everything was simple, he understood you in a way that nobody else ever did and you always wanted to know how he was able to always be just… perfect.
"I know you don’t… It's good to see you, Ed." The nickname left your mouth like a praise and he smiled, a smile that always made your heart almost stop and your breath hitch. His eyes met yours and you instinctively looked at his rosy lips. Old habits never die, and before you could stop your impulse, your body rose from the seat, pulling him by the collar for an almost aggressive kiss. Your foreheads bumped against each other but all you could think about is how much you needed him right now. His response to the kiss was immediate and after what seemed like a few seconds, his lips parted, dragging a moan from yours. "I'm sorry…" You whispered between deep breaths against his lips that were now an intense red.
"Don't be." The interior of the van was starting to heat up, or it was just your body that felt on fire, leaving the cold of a few minutes ago completely forgotten. "You can't imagine how much I missed this." He pressed his thumb lightly against your swollen lower lip causing your mouth to open automatically sucking on his finger in a almost pornographic way.
And then he was all over you again, but this time was different. Eddie's lips were more thirsty than before, dominating yours as if it was the first time in years that you had kissed ─ but to you it really felt like years and apparently to him too. Your tongue was the first to invade his mouth while your hands tried to take off your shirt, but the euphoria coursing through your veins made the simple task of undressing an impossible mission. After a little struggling, you managed to throw the fabric away from your body, leaving your torso completely exposed which made Eddie break the kiss to look down at your breasts and then up again meeting your hazy gaze.
"Going to a club with no bra. What a fucking slut." He said through gritted teeth before bringing a hand up to your neck, squeezing the sides enough so that the growing pleasure in the pit of your stomach only grew. "Let's see if you're not wearing panties too."
You moaned in reply as Eddie laid your body down on the cushions releasing your neck from the grip just so he could lift the skirt wrapping your bottom, finding your cunt covered by the thin fabric of an underwear. He hummed in disappointment as you still were catching your breath. "I'm sorry." Your voice sounded weak and vulnerable. Who knew the night that started with you being dragged out of your home would result in being in your ex boyfriend's arms in the alley of the bar he plays.
"It's alright, sweetheart. I know a way you can make it up to me." Your eyes gleamed with excitement as he stood up only to begin unbuttoning his pants letting them fall to his heels along with his boxers letting his fully erect cock free. "Come here and do what you do best."
Quickly you were on your knees, staring at him through your eyelashes like moments before, but this time you were about to do exactly what your mind wanted to accomplish the first time around. You licked his whole height but when you saw on his face that he expected you to suck his needy member, a smile fell on your face and you slowly lowered your lips towards his meaty flesh. Once you had one of his thick balls inside your wet mouth, Eddie became a moaning mess. His hands were on your hair tugging your face against his balls.
"So warm for me, darling. Fuck-" You whined against him before letting go of his testicle with a POP! making a big proud smile urge on his face with the sound of it. Your mind was so foggy with only him in your thoughts that you didn't even notice the music playing in the background, a melody you knew all too well.
"You know I love this song, right?" You questioned while taking a hand to the base of his cock, squeezing it enough for him to gasp and only being able to nod in response. "So cute. You still remember."
Before Eddie could talk, your mouth slid the whole height of him inside and he moaned loudly which made your pussy clench around nothing. Tears formed in the corner of your eyes as your nose touched his happy trail and within seconds he was thrusting his dick in your mouth. Your hand that once held his cock now rested on Eddie's thigh while the other worked on your pussy playing with your clit as his moans made you quiver.
"Oh, fuck. Baby, I'm not gonna last very long - fuck - such a good bitch taking me so well." His filthy words were enough for the wetness in your panties to grown even more. "Now come here and put this pretty mouth of yours on my balls again." He pulled away from your lips and you didn't give your lungs the rest they deserve as you blinked your tears away putting your tongue against his hairy balls. They smelled as mint soap and tasted so good on your mouth. You moaned while trying your best to capture the both of them in your mouth and as soon as you did, his hand that was jerking his dick picked up a pace and soon, with a long sigh, his seed was all over your forehead and hair.
When he came down from his high, he placed a hand on your cheek, wiping away the remains of a tear. "Sorry for that." Eddie said, referring to his extase that was all over you.
"It's okay." You said getting up just to bring your fingers to your own forehead collecting some of his cum, taking it to your lips before humming in delight before whispering to him in an almost innocent way. "I know a way you can make it up to me."
#eddie munson oneshot#eddie munson x reader#stranger things#stranger things smut#joseph quinn#eddie munson x you#joseph quinn fic#eddie munson#joseph quinn x reader#eddie munson smut#eddie munson imagine#♡ mine
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Raphael x Evie (f!OC) | Rating: E/varied | Chapter 1 on AO3
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Chapter 8: Echoes & Whispers
Haarlep takes advantage of Evie’s heightened hearing to tell her of all the things they’d like to do while she and Raphael are busy.
Chapter Rating: M/E / NSFW
Word Count: ~1.6k
Tags: POV Evie, M-Solo; Sexual fantasies; Bathing fantasy
Warnings: Haarlep; Unsolicited lewdness
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“Welcome back, little fox!” Not five minutes here and the incubus was already back to trying to get under her skin. She wasn’t sure how - had Raphael told them? - but they had found out that her ears were extra sensitive and could hear them wherever they were skulking about in the House of Hope.
“Why not come play with me,” they bid in that deceptively dulcet lilt, “once you’re done with all that boring stuff I’m sure you talk about with the master?”
If she hadn’t been a product of the modern era of sex and such things as the internet and all that came with it - porn galore, unsolicited lewdness and pictures in every inbox as a woman merely existing online, rule 34, et cetera, et cetera - maybe their words would have fazed her. As it was, they usually weren’t too difficult to ignore, though they had been escalating in drama and explicitness... She refused to give them the satisfaction of getting a response out of her.
“I could pamper you in the bath first. Evie…would you like that? Light candles while we soak and relax in the hot waters. I would scrub every bit of that soft skin until my touch makes you tingly and breathy. Run my claws over your scalp as I lather and rinse your beautiful red hair. I bet they’d feel divine on those fluffy ears. Oh, and I of course cannot forget about your tail! I wonder how sensitive it is? Do you moan when it’s grasped and pulled, little fox?”
“I would massage all those muscles, so tight and sore from your travels.”
“Perhaps I would steal a kiss or two from those lips and give your nipples a pinch just to hear you gasp.”
“And then I would pluck you up and seat you on the pool’s edge. You would lie back into plush pillows and I would attend to your most sacred of places!”
Oh, what she would give for a proper hot bath… One of the things that she did fantasize about. What was most aggravating was that the incubus was likely saying all this from that amaaazing looking pool she’d seen in Raphael’s ‘boudoir.’
‘Boudoir’: an archaic term she’d giggled at when Raphael first used it. He had a poetic way of speaking at times though he clearly kept up with linguistic changes to be however many millennia old and still sound similarly to the others that she had so far met. But words like this reminded her that he was not that forty-something appearance of the man before her. Astarion frequently did the same, and Gale, sometimes to a lesser extent. Surprisingly, it was infrequent from Halsin, who she knew to be the oldest of their group - maybe the language of the wilds changed less than that of the cities?
She wasn’t playing this right with Raphael. She could be asking for things in exchange for the information he was trying to dig out. Getting caught in his game, though, wasn’t something she wanted.
“Do you leave your curls? Or do you trim them down? Perhaps you’re bare completely? I would wager that to be difficult to maintain for one travelling so long in the wilds. I could clean them up, should you like? If you’ve never been shorn bare, you’ll be in for a treat!”
But it was so tiring to dance around saying what he wanted to know all the time. In most of it, she didn’t see much harm, but he was sneaky, and with her tendency to ramble once she got started, her mouth would go before her brain had a chance to pull the break.
While their first meetings had felt more like they were butting heads and clashing horns at times, the devil had pivoted and changed his strategy since. It was a constant battle now to remind herself that he wanted her to associate him with comforts and luxury. There was always food and drink offered. Plush, velvet seating. The House was near always quiet at the hour they met - except for someone. He’d even offered to loan her a book after they had shared some of their favorites - she’d declined for now for fear of it getting damaged or ruined while travelling. She thought he’d enjoy Alice in Wonderland. It was kind of sad that she’d never be able to loan him or anyone a favorite book from her world.
“-to taste you! You come here smelling all sweet and it’s not fair that I’ve been denied! Would you be so sweet on my tongue?”
His obvious logic was that if she liked him she would be increasingly likely to sign over her soul to him - if not now, then at some point in the future. But what if she did start turning into an illithid? If it came to that, would she really be able to kill herself or allow another to kill her? It was easy to say she would, but she could just as easily panic and summon him. Because comfort was what you turned to when faced with your own mortality. As it stood, she still thought chance was on her side.
And now- They were discussing tea. She loved tea! Now Raphael knew her favorite tea. Black with lots of spices and a dab of honey and cream and sugar… Most of that she had actually been able to come by, but certain spices and dairy were a luxury out there. She would bet a hefty sum of gold that he would start offering tea alongside, or instead of, wine for these meetings.
“-eave little love bites all up your thighs. And then I’d hold them apart as my tongue laves at your lips. I’m afraid I might be too eager to savor this! I’d delve into your cunt for that first bit, then lick and suckle at your clit until you’re writhing beneath me and begging for more. My tail would thrust into your hole until you spill that sweet nectar for me. Would you cry out? Would you scream your release?”
Her problem was that she did like him.
However much of this was an illusion to draw her in, there were parts that were genuine. When there wasn’t ‘work’ to talk about, he often led conversation with his own interests and hobbies - they had quite a few in common! It might have started as a way for him to show off his sophistication as he played host, but he was happy when she was able to keep up and contribute. After so many months out no-where, it was exciting to be able to get a bit nerdier with someone over her own interests! Even if they were a devil. Was it possible there was a part of him that felt similarly? Devil’s didn’t have friends, right?
…Did they say tail?
Was that…a thing? That they could do?
No! They were not going to distract her.
“-or we could get adventurous. And you would look up at me with those big, innocent eyes-” They were cackling again.
“Oh, I hardly believe you are innocent or lacking experience, dear fox. You’ve quite the self-control if Raphael hasn’t caught on to our game, yet. I think you’re much the opposite! Keeping hidden your wiles and desires. He likes to talk and brag, you know? Little ‘modern era’ girl, are the carnal delights so free where you are from? I should love to hear all about them! Could you surprise an incubus? Could I surprise you?”
“-been fucking a vampire? I could turn green with envy! Has dear Astarion tasted more than your blood? We could invite him, too! Have you ever been with two lovers at once? Stuffed so full of cock? Could your little body and holes handle us both? Or…are you the voyeur type? Would you like to watch as I fuck him? Or he could fuck me, I care not. Lie back or pull up a chair, spread your legs wide, and touch yourself as he moans on my cock. I could shove him between your thighs and make him-”
Bringing Astarion into their stupid fantasy made her angry. She could shake things said about herself, but it was much harder when she felt the urge to defend someone else.
She hadn’t told Astarion about Haarlep. He was self-conscious enough as it was while he was processing his changing feelings over his sexuality. She didn’t want to worry him or have him think it was somehow his fault if something did happen to her.
“And I shall let you in on a secret, you vixen- As I lie here stroking my cock to thoughts of you, my dear master - whose form I presently share - can feel everything!” She could hear them giggling. “I can guarantee that he’s fighting himself in those britches. Here, watch closely~”
She tried to keep the surprise from her face upon hearing that fact, probably only going unnoticed as, in that moment, she saw Raphael’s jaw tick as his eyes flicked in the direction of his bedroom from over the rim of his wine glass. He had quite the mask, too - she wouldn’t have known about this had she not been warned. At least the table between them blocked the view of anything potentially indecent.
Maybe that was karma for the devil.
“Will you go back to your camp and touch yourself tonight? Or seek the arms of your lover? I do so hope you’ll think of me. I’ll certainly be having fun.”
Thank-you for reading!
#baldur's gate 3 raphael#bg3 Raphael#bg3 haarlep#baldurs gate 3 Haarlep#Raphael x OC#raphael x tav#raphael the cambion#baldur's gate 3 fanfic#baldur's gate 3 raphael fanfic#Plots & Prosody#mrfancyfoot
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Kpop title track ranking: F(x)
In this series I’ll be ranking kpop groups/soloists title tracks based on my taste.
How have I not done F(x) yet? I mean I guess it just is that when groups are disbanded/inactive it's easier to start forgetting them. Which is a shame as F(x) has one of my favorite girl group discographies and they probably also were the first girl group whose b-sides I actively looked out for!
Red Light - My one true love. Oddly such a noisy and more current kpop style song just caught my attention back when it was pretty new and I absolutely fell in love with it. I have also had my moments of just being absolutely obsessed with, listening to it day in and day out. And even thought I don't have it on repeat that often anymore, I've never stopped loving it.
Rum Pum Pum Pum - It has such fun and unique lyrics! Like, who compares love to a wisdom tooth other than F(x)? No one! And it's so darn catchy, which is a theme here.
LA chA TA - I did this Sporcle quiz and was reminded of this song, hence me making this list right now. La cha ta is such a fun and catchy song! It has also aged completely fine, which is not always the case with this era songs. Lovely, really like it.
Electric Shock - It's just so catchy. It's one of those songs that is so hard to listen to if not allowed to be moving around to it.
NU ABO - It's just so catchy part 2.
4 Walls - I have to admit I wasn't the biggest fan of it before. But for some reason now I do really like it a lot more than I remembered that I did before.
Hot Summer - The essential summer song!
Pinocchio (Danger) - Again, so catchy.
Chu~♡ - I guess the nice interpretation of the lyrics is that it's just a innocent young first love. I do fell like there's something iffy in it as well, but anyway. It's catchy as expected but has never been one of my favorites from them.
B-sides that I would love to recommend (and unarguably myself should listen to more often, as it's been a while since I've opened my F(x) playlist):
Butterfly - Very much my style of a dark song.
Dracula - Another lovely and dark one.
Papi - This also was my obsession at some point.
Rude Love - Originally my friend was a big fan of this one and at some point I also got the greatness of it.
MILK - It's irresistible in its uniqueness.
Love - One I started liking quite late in comparison to the others but I'm glad I did.
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♡ꜜ broken mirrors﹫jaehyun jung
pairing : jaehyun x reader (f), ft. nct dream and johnny.
genre : angst, smut, horror-ish, cursed!jaehyun, (kind of bloody mary!au), college!au.
warnings : jaehyun is meant to be kind of twisted, some toxic and manipulative behaviour from him, black magic, mentions of rituals, mentions of blood, mentions of murder, mention of anxiety, voyeurism, choking, guided masturbation, degradation, pet names : doll, darling, kid, reminder jaehyun is an entity from the victorian era, reader is kind of reckless and impulsive.
word count : 25k exactly.
synopsis : where your college friends recall a creepy legend known around your university about a man that appears in mirrors and grants you two wishes when summoned. Jisung is dared to say his name three times and see what happens. you at first brush it off as some copy of bloody mary but, when your friend chickens out and swears something happened in that bathroom, you can’t deny the shift in atmosphere everyone felt. once in your dorm, the urge to try it out mixed with fear pushes you over the edge. it’s probably fake anyways, right ? you summon Jung Jaehyun in the middle of the night, on your bed, and he is not what you expected him to be.
a/n : this was supposed to be a short one shot, lol. reminder this isn’t an all pink story. for the people who’ve read my other stuff, it’s quite different from what i usually write ! also, this isn’t proofread. in case tags don’t work : @nct-writers @neowritingsnet @thekpopnet.
“Do you seriously believe in this kind of shit ?” laughs Jeno, a bit too loudly for the other students probably peacefully resting in the dorms right next to his. One hand covers the economics student’s mouth, visibly chewing on some chips and guacamole freshly made for tonight. Jaemin whines at the obvious joke his friend is making him out to be in front of everyone, a pout on his rosy lips. Poor thing, a dusty pink colors his cheeks – noticeable despite the low lighting of Jeno’s room - he looks down at the half empty plate, crumbs of potatoes on the ceramic.
“At least let me tell the story !”, Jaemin argues, slapping the red haired’s hand away. Stealing one of the last larger chips, Jaemin dips it in the smashed avocado. The blonde eats his chip almost aggressively, a victorious noise coming out of his closed mouth when Jeno notices the little amount of guacamole he left for him.
“We were supposed to watch a scary movie, telling creepy stories’ the next best option.”, you say, leaning back against your friend’s Fatboy. Tonight was yet another one of these half improvised movie nights with your college friends. Jeno, Jaemin, Renjun, Jisung, Chenle and Donghyuck were all in your campus, in different courses and yet, you all managed to come together in one tight neck group. Every week, one member of the group would host a little something to celebrate…not dying ? Yeah, something like that.
Thursday, tonight was obviously Jeno’s turn to hold the gathering, he had proposed a nice horror movie night but, Jisung, a language student, ended up chickening out after hearing the movie’s synopsis. You don’t really blame him, though, the story was meant to keep its viewers up for nights.
“Jisung’s a pussy !”, Donghyuck teases the young man, a hand ruffling his peach hair to annoy him even more. “I have things to do tomorrow and I need my sleep !”, he defends himself for the nth time tonight, a new argument each time. The other boys aren’t really bothered by the change, movies usually get lost in the group’s banter and casual conversations anyways. You can count on two hands the number of movies you entirely watched with your friends.
“He’s gonna get scared by some stories, too.”, the brunette continues his teasing like he usually does. Jisung pushes him to the side as an answer, before crossing his arms over his chest. Like everyone else, he’s already wearing his pyjamas, his and everyone else’s dorm room is in the same building and so, everyone could get to their bed in minutes, if not seconds.
“He’s going to knock at your door tonight, Y/N.”, Jeno joins in, all very well knowing that the peach haired’s dorm is right next to yours, seconds away. There’s a snore from Donghyuck, slapping a hand on the wooden table as he adds something to the conversation too, one you don’t catch. “Oh no, don’t. But I can give you a plushie if you’re really scared.”, you join in before immediately wrapping an arm around your friend for comfort.
“’m joking. Come on, what’s your story, Jaemin.”, you hum, letting Jisung lean his head against your shoulder with a whine, pout on his pink lips.
“Lets do one each, yeah ? I have a story to tell and we’ll see who will really need a plushie.”, taunts the young man at your side, though no one truly believes him at first. Jisung, having scary stories to tell ? Hard to believe.
“Wait ! We need to get in the mood !”, interjects Jaemin, getting up from his position on the floor. He easily navigates in the room with Jeno, like a third home. The first closes all windows, pushes curtains and turns off any lights to, like he said, get in the creepy mood.
“H-Hey ! Can we at least keep one on ?”, Chenle joins the peach haired as a laughing point for the other boys, but Jaemin quickly obliges and lets the light of the small bathroom on for his friend, you suspect he didn’t like the complete lack of light either. You can barely see the front door from your spot, the yellowish light easily drowns the group in the storytelling atmosphere and, Jaemin joins the group again. “Wait, one last thing !”, searching for something in a drawer next to his bed, Jeno ends up taking a red candle out with a victorious sound. It hasn’t been touched at all, you inspect it a bit closely when your friend sets it on the wooden table.
“Got it because of TikTok, it has something in it.”, he mumbles out, running a hand in his dyed hair, almost embarrassed. You wonder again how almost everyone in this group has their hair a different shade of some unnatural colour and yet, dried locks aren’t falling out on the dorm floor - yet. Thumb on his lighter, Jeno tries a few times before he gets a flame steady enough, bringing it to the white thread sticking out of his impulsive purchase.
“There, now we’re in the mood.”, proud of his little setup, the red haired sits down again, a small giggle escaping his lips at Chenle’s frightened look, already sheltering himself with his arms. The candle smells like strawberries, tall flame wavering under your friends’ breaths, the red haired slaps your hand away when you try to dig in the melted wax for the mystery treasure with one of his forks.
“Now, Jaemin ! Let us hear your story.”, slapping his hands together, Donghyuck leans a bit closer to the center of the table. It is no secret in the group that Donghyuck has a love for scary stories and anything crime related, it seems he has been waiting for this moment. His face gets enlightened by the small candle, a weird angle that changed his features. “Try and scare us.”, the dance student challenged.
Jisung’s arm wraps and tightens around your own when Jaemin takes the little light in his own hands, bringing the flame under his face. “Alright, do you guys know what’s a…Banshee ?”, his last word comes out as a whisper, letting the last syllable hang in the air for a few. “Oh, no.”, Renjun’s head rolls back, it rests against Jeno’s bed for a bit as he squeezes his eyes shut, whining in almost pain.
“Oh, yes. Renjun knows this story.”, remembers Jaemin, a smile stretching his lips, devilish. Everyone else comes a bit closer to the table, curiosity poked by Renjun’s natural reaction. You’re the only one shaking your head from left to right, but you doubt the others know about what the storyteller’s talking about.
“A Banshee’s a female spirit whose wailing warns of a death in a house.”, starts Jaemin, hands dancing around the small flame, probably enjoying the heat, drawing slight shadows on the walls. He pays no attention to the small gasp falling from Chenle’s lips, about to continue. “Wow, Wikipedia. Big boy words.”, notifies Jeno, earning a death glare by the narrator.
“It happened years ago, me and my family were on vacation in Ireland. You guys know, I have some relatives there. It was for a wedding, so all my cousins and I were staying at my Uncle’s house.”, finally starts Jaemin, voice a lot quieter. The young medicine student easily gets the entire group captivated with his words and aura. Even Renjun who already knows this story, even Jisung who usually, does not like scary tales. It is clear the intimate aspect of a story lived by a friend helps a lot, it isn’t anything mainstream or heard before, it adds to the mystery.
For the next minutes, the young man tells his story with as much seriousness as he can, keeping the candle right under his face.
“We were all around the ages of ten and thirteen, my Uncle’s house was deep in the Irish country side. I remember that parents would all sleep on the first floor and let us have the second for big sleepovers. So, my cousins and I would stay late and watch horror movies. I mean, you let kids alone, obviously they’re going to stay up late, right ?”
Haechan only agrees while Jisung lets about a “this isn’t starting very well.”, eyebrows furrowed, cheek rubbing against your shoulder.
“But eventually, my Uncle would come up and switch off the TV. You guys don’t know him but he’s...Special. He wouldn’t walk us to bed right away, he’d tell us about Banshees. Irish spirits, he’d describe them to us. A fragile, old woman with ripped clothes. Black hair down to her feet, sickly white skin and a veil over her red, bloody eyes.” Jaemin lets the description sink in, your face contours at the thought, you don’t have to look at Jisung to know he has the same expression on his.
Donghyuck, him, is smiling a bit too much, leaning closer to the narrator for more. Jeno is strangely afraid too, towing with a loose thread sticking out of his blanket.
“Her screams have one meaning. Someone is going to die.”, Jaemin dramatically lets out the last word, keeping a straight, serious face even when Donghyuck cooes.
“I hate this.”, you mumble out, to which Jisung agrees.
“My Uncle would tell us about how clocks would stop, all of a sudden, fall off walls and crash on the floor before hearing a Banshee. Lights would turn on and off, flicker, doors would fly open without a breeze and slap against the walls. Paintings and pictures would fall down. He’d describe the keening as high pitch sounds, it’d pierce your soul and make every hair on your body stand.” Another pause, it’s clear Jaemin already told this story. There, he mimics the sound of a keening Banshee. And, if you think he’d sound silly, he does. High pitched is not a sound your friend can achieve and, it takes a few laughs here and there. Chenle visibly relaxes, back leaning away from the Fatboy.
“He’d then walk us to bed after his Banshee story and we’d stay awake out of fear, you know. Just staring outside the windows, at the dark, Irish country side. Pitch black, no lights, tall - tall trees. It was during the winter, a wedding in the snow. And so, his big garden would be fogged up. A dense, white fog, we could barely see anything.”
The small flame grows taller, it wavers again under Jaemin’s words, light dancing on the red haired’s table.
“One night, after my Uncle walked us to bed, me and my cousins were looking outside when we saw it.” Jisung shivers next to you without even hearing the rest, you almost giggle at his reaction. Both the narrator’s palms softly hit the table before he continues. A sound leaves his lips, like the image his memory is forming in front of his eyelids is enough to scare him. “We saw one.”, Jaemin finally announces.
In another situation, Donghyuck would be the first one to deny or refute Jaemin’s words. No you didn’t, you almost say but, your lips part for a second, without a sound. Hyper focusing on your friend, you can’t deny the slight shiver that runs down your spine when he continues. “Red, glowy eyes. Right under a tree. She was wearing a white dress and just like Uncle said. She was taller than Uncle described, she could probably easily touch the tall branches of the trees. Skinny, lanky body, we couldn’t see if she had a veil or if it was ripped.”
There’s a pause again, Jaemin looks at the clock right behind you and you can not help it, you turn around just in case. “The clock stopped.” Fortunately, he isn’t talking about Jeno’s.
“No.”, the red haired whispers out but, Jaemin does not even look at him, continuing his story.
“She wasn’t moving, just standing...there. White dress, black hair. We couldn’t see exactly where she was looking at but it was clear she was staring at our house. And then…”, for a second time, the young man mimics a Banshee’s scream but, it’s too good this time. It’s quiet enough that he does not bother Jeno’s neighbors, but high pitched and blood drenching. The quiet scream is drawn out, Jaemin leans on his palms and elevates himself before he’s out of breath, stopping abruptly. “Dude.”, you whisper out, getting a look from Jisung.
“And then. She disappeared. We saw her walking between the house and my Uncle’s neighbor’s house. It was so weird, she wasn’t slow, she was walking quickly, so quickly. But it was like her knees weren’t in place, her legs would twitch to the side every now and then.”, Jaemin sits down again, looking at each of his friends in the eyes. You didn’t know he was this good at storytelling, you have to keep yourself from picturing this tall, lanky woman quickly walking in the dark. “We locked all the doors, closed all the windows. We were so scared, we would look at each other like…‘who’s going to die tonight ?’”
“Shut it, no one died.”, the red haired lets out, sentence rushed. But, Renjun finally speaks up, throwing a balled up tissue at your friend, one he cannot dodge, getting hit right on his forehead. “Sht and listen.”
“We did not sleep at all that night and…”, you almost hit the medicine student at the nth pause, you can’t deny the fact that he has you at the edge of your metaphorical seat. “The next morning, my Uncle found our neighbour. Dead.”
There’s a gasp from everyone, your eyebrow’s and Donghyuck’s raise up and before you can speak up, Renjun whispers at you to just “wait for the next part.”
You hear one of your friends babbling about how it’s all bullshit, but Jaemin never leaves his narrator persona. “We told my Uncle about the Banshee, he had heard it too and since nothing happened to us or our parents, he went to his neighbors’ house. Both really believed in these kind of things, these Irish legends. He was found in his little sofa, turned towards his window. He didn’t have any heart problems but apparently, his heart stopped during the night. My dad told me a bit more two years ago, he was found with his eyes...Wide open.”
The moment Jaemin finishes his little story, questions fly from each side of the table and your friend answers quickly, like he was ready for each one of them. “You can call my mom and ask her about it if you want to, Donghyuck.”, the confidence the medicine student has in his story is enough for the brunette.
A nice story to start on, you all note, but the neighbor’s death was probably a weird coincidence, right ? At the very least, that’s what you’d like to think.
Finally, when everyone calmed down from Jaemin’s story, he pushed the candle towards Jisung. “Your turn, you said you had a story to tell.”
Your friend nods quickly, hands resting on the pyramide shape of the candle, frowning at the layer of wax it leaves on his palms. A little pool of melting wax is forming at the top and you wonder for a moment if it’s not going to spill on the table. Everyone’s attention turns towards the new narrator, Jaemin finding a new comfortable position on the floor.
“Alright, uh. I don’t have the same storytelling skills as Jaemin and it isn’t the same type of story. You guys know Eric, right ?”, he starts, receiving some hums from Jeno and Jaemin.
“Eric the Eerie ?”, you ask, almost in disbelief at the mention. At the nickname, Donghyuck almost bursts out laughing, leaning his forehead against Jeno’s table and Renjun pouts a bit at the lack of seriousness his story is already receiving. “Yes, him. The old Litterature student.”, affirms Renjun. You remember the guy, tall and lanky, legend has it that he suddenly went from the bottom of his class to the very top almost overnight, collecting amazing grades after amazing grades. No one knew how he did it. Plus, he was a bit weird. It might seem a bit mean but, his appearance didn’t help and, he would not talk to anyone either, he avoided big bodies of water and mirrors, you doubt he had any friend here, too. He’d apparently sit in the back of his class and, when he graduated, he took his diploma first and left. Nowhere to be seen now.
“Didn’t he graduate last year ?”, Jaemin asks, grabbing a bottle of juice from the side. Even in the dark, he is able to pour himself a glass full without spilling it everywhere.
“He did, yeah. Did you guys hear about the legend ? The one around how he got his grades up ?”, there’s a sound coming from your mouth, half confused and half intrigued. “Uh ?”
Jaemin hums loudly, the sound resonates between the walls of his glass as his eyes blow wide for a second. “The Yoonoh thing ? I heard about that but not in details.” Apparently, Jaemin isn’t the only one who recalls the name. It is one you and all your friends have heard before, right when you entered your university. It wasn’t mentioned in the flyers or, by the teachers, even. It was first brought up during a party hosted by older students, one where they all told you about the campus’ legends and stories.
“His name’s written all over the walls of the old building. Also, it’s in the main building’s restroom, I think.”, Renjun informs and your memory clicks. Your university has many buildings but, one of them, a bit further away from the campus, is abandoned. It has been for years now but you and your friends decided to visit it out of curiosity during your first year, a bit after the party. You could say it was pretty underwhelming, nothing too special if it wasn’t for old structures and dirty floors. Empty classes and weird smells, like any other abandoned places, you could say. You remember the same name being written over and over again on the walls, the desks, some mirrors. Younger you thought it was only a weird legend older students used to scare the new ones.
“Oh, right. What about it ?”, Jeno asks, eyebrows raising a bit at the new storyteller.
“Do you guys remember the legend ?”, you nod again and, help your other friends remember the old tale. Once upon a time, a man cursed, cursed in mirrors forever. Able to travel from room to room, forced to appear whenever properly summoned by someone. How did he end up with such a faith ? You do not know or, maybe you don’t remember what your older friends told you. Yoonoh was - or is -, his name. Much like Bloody Mary, call his name three times and he’ll eat your reflection, take your place in your mirror and offer you two wishes. Two and not three, the last one he keeps to himself, he’ll ask for something in return. The rest of the story is quite blurry, it changed from course to course. Some people said he’d trap people in mirrors, other that he was a creepy, demonic looking creature asking for quite gory things. You had to say, when the story was told the night of the party, you got a bit creeped out but, you forgot about it since.
“Apparently, Eric summoned him. Midway through the school year, he summoned him in his bedroom and used one of his two wishes for better grades. The first wish was granted but, Yoonoh wanted Eric to sacrifice a friend to him. No one knows if he managed to do it or not, apparently he didn’t use his second wish and since, Yoonoh follows him everywhere he goes.”, Renjun dramatically says but, the effect isn’t one he anticipated for his little story. There’s a laugh from Donghyuck, quickly followed by Jeno. “C’mon dude, we wanted a scary story.”, interjects the medicine student and, you only hide your chuckle by drinking your juice.
Poor Renjun pouts, trying to regain the attention of his friends. “Wait, listen ! Doesn't it make sense ? Like...Like, I see it happening.”, big pearly eyes find Jisung for some support, but his friend only looks away to hide his smile too.
“That story’s bullshit, I thought you knew.”, Jaemin finally says, sighing a little.
“But the grades going up ? How he’d dodge mirrors like the plague ? He even took the mirror from his bathroom and bedroom out.”, Renjun argues, leaning a bit too closely to the small flame. You wonder for a moment who exactly, decided to take advantage of your gullible friend.
“It’s fake.”, Jisung says again, mimicking your friend. He gets a death glare from the fallen storyteller who didn’t have the throne for too long, pushing the candle to the center of the table.
“Alright…”, he starts, palms flat on the flat surface. Renjun plants his eyes into Jisung’s, small smile tugging at his lips at the thought crossing his mind. “I dare you to summon him.”
Oh, your friends still act like teenage boys. You don’t blame them, quite the contrary, you join them when they almost scream at the challenge thrown out. Everyone knows Jisung never turns a dare down, it probably has to do with his pride. But tonight, tonight might be the first time he does. Eyes scanning everyone, Jisung takes a bit too long to answer. There’s a bunch of “do it”’s from around the table, Jeno and Jaemin weirdly dancing to the beat of your words.
“Yoonoh ? Dude…”, eyes blown wide, he looks around at the uproar the narrator created, almost sending daggers. “I thought it was bullshit ?”, sarcastically asks Renjun, propping his chin on his hand, still on the table. Donghyuck calls him a chicken after some seconds of thinking and, this does it for Jisung’s pride and ego.
“He’s gonna do it !”, Jeno chokes out, hands thrown in the air in victory. The medicine student at his side takes the lit candle in his palms and offers it to Jisung once he finally stands up with an audible sigh, head low like a knight in front of a Queen.
“It’s...fake anyways.”, he reassures himself alone, brushing his pyjamas. Slowly walking towards the dimly lit bathroom, Jisung quickly looks behind him to see if anyone stops him. Clearly, no one does.
“Do you remember how to do it ?”, Renjun asks, not even hiding his smile at Jisung’s obvious lack of confidence, a first. Shaking his head from left to right, Renjun quickly writes it down on a piece of paper, himself not daring saying it out loud. Standing up like the rest of your group, you look over your friend’s shoulder. He’s writing a few sentences down by memory, sentences you remember from the first university party.
“Mirror, mirror, mirror.
Take my reflection as home.
Show me my deepest, darkest desires.
Give to me, take from me.
Yoonoh, Yoonoh, Y…”
“I didn’t want to write his name three times.”, Renjun mumbles out, handing the small piece of paper to your friend, waiting in front of the bathroom door. You audibly laugh at his confession, poking Donghyuck with your elbow to react his words.
“And I am the chicken ?”, Jisung asks a bit too offended, to which Jeno only pushes him inside the room. “I never said I wasn’t !”
Jeno tries to close the door behind him as quickly as possible but, Jisung is quicker and blocks the attempt with an arm, frightened look flashing in his eyes for a second, he already hates this. His mouth falls open the moment you turn the light off, only lit by the small candle and Jaemin’s phone’s light.
“Do I have to ?”, he whines, quickly looking behind him. All the dorms have the same bathroom, small and packed, it seems Jisung never saw his bathroom in the dark or maybe, the candle lit adds to the creepiness.
“Yes, you have to !”, it’s almost a harmony between you and Chenle and, with Jaemin’s help, the door gets closed and traps Jisung in the small room. Poor thing, you hear him let a whine out while your friends giggle, tapping on the door.
“C’mon, Jisung.”, Jaemin pushes him on and, you hear him mumble something on the other side. Finally, silence. Jisung probably sets the candle down, whines again about how he can’t read your friend’s handwriting. After a few minutes, he mumbles a few things again, voice audibly shaky. Jeno lets his nails travel down the painted wood of his door and, the poor thing reacts, loudly tapping the door.
“Is he doing it ?”, you ask quietly, ear to the door. “I think ?”, Donghyuck can only guess before he gestures to his friends to back away and stay silent. In Jeno’s dorm, badly lit, all packed in front of his door, you think it’s all fun and games.
Finally, you hear Jisung say the first words with an ounce of confidence, clearing his throat every now and then, mirror, mirror, mirror. Your eyes grow wide, palms slightly sweaty, you have to rub them against your pyjama pants and crouch a bit down. He reads almost like a robot, a monotone voice he uses to add some humor in all of it, act nonchalant when you’re pretty sure he’s shitting himself in there.
However, when you hear the second to last sentence, your blood rushes through your veins, he sounds different, like he’s finally taking it all seriously. It’s weird, your brain is convinced nothing is going to happen and yet, your heart races for him and the possibilities of what can happen between these four walls. You were never the one to believe in such things but, the adrenaline and thrill always got to you, always managed to scare you a bit and keep you up at night. It seems the situation does the same to your friends. Quickly, flashlights join Jaemin’s, you even see Chenle biting down on his lower lip, backing a bit away. At this very moment, you don’t know it yet but, your friend has a weird feeling greeting up his chest.
Yoonoh, you hear him say his name once, you fake not feeling the air grow colder around you, goosebumps rising on your nakes arms, it’s probably the open wind-. You remember Jaemin closing every window before starting his story. A second time, Jisung sounds breathless, hesitant to let the word out, even. You almost open the door to let him out but you’re stuck there, unable to move anything but your eyes. Stuck in place, it seems like long minutes go by between your friend’s words. Quickly, you look over at the clock hung up on Jeno’s wall, the very one you thought would fall down during the medicine student’s story and...Is it...Slowing down ?
Say it a third time and get out of here, you think to yourself, suddenly feeling sweat gathering on your body. Hairline, back, you fan yourself with your hand but nothing changes. It sounds like he tries to, syllable forming on his lips but nothing more gets out. He tries once, and never finishes.
There’s a shiver that runs down your spine, you instinctively glare at Jaemin who stares at the plain door almost too intensively, you see his Adam’s Apple difficulty move up, and down, like he himself, feels the weird shift in atmosphere. When did this dumb dare turn so serious ? Something isn’t right, you don’t dare mention it at that moment, you don’t think you need to anyways.
He isn’t able to let the last word out, silence on the other side, you almost think he’s pulling a prank on you before you hear it. You all hear a commotion, you hear Jisung thumble backwards and crash into one of Jeno’s furniture.
“What the fu-.”, before Donghyuck can even finish his sentence, the door abruptly opens, forcing everyone away from the entrance, your back crashes into Jeno’s chest who stood right behind you. A scared Jisung tumbles out the small room, almost running as fast as possible before letting his body fall on one of the Fatboys with a sound.
“Dude, what the fuck ?”, Jeno asks, half terrified and half amused, he doesn’t know what to feel yet. Jisung barely answers, he wonders for a moment if his friends won’t make fun of him for what’s going on in his mind. “Something touched me. Something touched me in there.”, he chokes out, breathing chopped. You know, you know Donghyuck is about to make fun of him before he walks towards the man, taken back by the genuinely afraid look he has on his face. “Wha- ? Are you okay ?”, he asks, palm resting on his friend’s upper arm in an attempt to calm him down.
Your attention gets grabbed by the still open door, you wouldn’t dare say it out loud but, there’s something strange about it. Pulled towards it, your eyes leave your visibly and audibly afraid friend for the dark place. You almost fear going inside and, you only look up at the dark room without entering, something in your body tells you not to. Staying right in front, it’s like you feel the shift in temperature between the living room and bathroom. Why does the bathroom look so...dark ? You barely register it, how the flashlights of your friends’ phones get absorbed by the darkness inside the smaller room, only lit by the small candle.
It’s probably your brain, you think to yourself. A brain can do weird things to itself, it can imagine, create but, you’re sure you’re not hallucinating when you see the candle’s flame growing taller, wavering violently before eventually, getting blown. No wind, nothing, the pale trail of grey smoke flies straight upwards and you quickly back away, closing the door behind you in hopes of ending anything that went on in there.
“Here, here. Look !”, in the meantime, your entire group had gathered around Jisung, amused looks turned into worried ones at his twisted body on the coach. Jisung pulls his short sleeve up and, under Chenle’s flashlight, you think you might hallucinate again. Milky skin glows under the living room’s artificial light when Jaemin turns it on, it contrasts deeply with his epiderme but your brain would rather make anything up than believe your eyes. A light pink, slowly growing a deeper shade of red, five fingerprints around your friend’s arm mark his skin.
It’s almost two in the morning when your phone rings to the tune of a few texts, screen lightening with a notification from your beloved friend group chat. Body and mind trying its best to rest on your small bed, your eyes travel from your thin, white ceiling to your phone when you bring it up to your face, risking it falling straight on your nose.
You quickly swipe a finger on the object and read the last text Jeno sent, something about wanting Jisung to take a shower and rest for the night, quickly followed by your other friends’ words.
There’s a sigh tumbling from your lips, the slight headache taking place right on your temples makes you want to bury your face right under your pillow but your small dorm is hot, way too hot for that. Window wide open, there isn’t an ounce of wind entering your room. You hate the feeling of sweat growing on your forehead, on your back, fabric sticking to your skin just like it did in front of Jeno’s bathroom. You feel drained, so, so drained. It is something you’re used to, especially after a full week of classes and a night with your friend but tonight, something feels different.
There’s something off about your room, it doesn’t feel the same. You aren’t being watched, you know that, but you sure feel like it. Oppressed, stuck in such a small space, you’ve been rolling around your bed for minutes now, unable to sleep.
After what happened in Jeno’s own dorm, natural instincts kicked in. All tried to find an excuse for what happened to Jisung, saying maybe your friend got the marks from bumping into the furniture, maybe he got these before even entering the room. Poor thing decided to let himself be convinced by the hypothesis thrown at him but, you couldn’t really understand everything else. The change in temperature, the lack of light, the candle blowing itself out, you can’t find a single excuse except maybe, just maybe, your mind’s playing tricks on you.
Your thumbs quickly work to type a message for your friend before you drop your device on your bed. Overthinking, that probably is what’s keeping you from falling asleep. It’s crazy, the number of videos around paranormal things you and Donghyuck watched together and yet, you two didn’t think about the rules before starting this stupid dare. Beating yourself up for not taking it seriously, you now remember how you’re supposed to say goodbye whenever starting a seance of Ouija. How you should not disrespect entities, know and do everything by the rules. You almost text Donghyuck about it but, you fear sounding too crazy.
Instead of Donghyuck, you text Johnny. It’s the urge of knowing more, the curiosity growing in your belly that you did not expect. The tall man’s one of the older students who told you about Yoonoh’s legend during the first party, he studies psychology in your building and you two became quite good friends after a while. He would help little you with administration but also, showed you some spots you still go to, to this day.
Good friends, so much so you know he isn’t sleeping at such an hour. And, you don’t feel too guilty when you text him about the legend, almost completely out of the blue. Needless to say, the brunette was a bit taken back by the question. You saw it through his texts, but he quickly told you about all the things he knew and heard around the university legend.
The same sentences your friend wrote on a piece of paper, the same Jisung was close to saying fully. A candle, like Jeno unknowingly provided and the young man took to the bathroom. But, there was one thing missing, or rather, two.
The one who summons Yoonoh shall write their name on the mirror, clearly and without a mistake. Second, both palms have to be placed on the mirror. Flat, you don’t think you’re allowed to move them while reciting what you’d call a spell, much like on a Ouija board.
All the things missing and yet, you still felt a slight shift in Jeno’s dorm, didn’t you ?
Turning your phone off once you wishing Johnny a good night, you find yourself turning the device on again, seconds after. Scrolling through your Twitter timeline and switching between the same two applications doesn’t help at all.
Push it away, that feeling of being watched comes back like a bull. You hate it, so much. It’s just like the aftermath of watching a scary movie, you reassure yourself. Like that one time you watched Annabelle and slept with all your plushies outside your bedroom with the light open, right ? Sitting up on your bed, you almost feel ashamed when you turn your light on, quickly looking around your small dorm. Nothing’s there, nothing’s there.
The slight fear adds to the sweat collecting on your skin, you feel too hot and yet, a cold shiver runs down your spine when your back meets your headboard.
“It’s just a legend.”, you tell yourself out loud. One time, two times. Bringing your knees to your chest, your hands quickly grab at the thin sheet before you pull it towards your body, as if it’ll shelter you from anything paranormal.
It’s just a legend, you tell yourself again when your eyes meet your reflection. What a stupid idea, having such a big mirror right in front of your bed. It takes all of your wardrobe, you remember loving it when you first moved in, taking advantage of the size for pictures. But now, it only added to your fear. You don’t know where to look, eyes traveling from your own body to the sides of your bed, the corners of your room. At least, nothing can hide in here, you think you’d see it immediately.
Your father would probably laugh at your face if he saw you right now. See, if your mother might believe in anything paranormal, your father never did and never will. He’d always find a scientific reason for anything weird happening in your house, reassuring you as best as he could. If he was here, what would he say, what would he do ? You ask yourself for a minute, keeping your knees close to your body.
He’d try it, see for himself and prove that the legend was all bullshit.
Calling him at such an hour wasn’t even an option, could you do it yourself ? You wonder, eyes glued on the mirror. You can not deny the slight curiosity rising in your chest, building up in your body. It’s weird, a morbid interest that has been sitting with you since Jisung ran out of the bathroom, since you saw the candle blow out by itself.
Curious and adventurous, you always thought you were and, wouldn’t trying it help you prove the invalidity of the legend ?
Legs fall back on the bed, you barely can believe yourself when you stand up on your knees, sinking into your mattress. “Do it and go to bed, surely nothing will happen.”, you coach your reflection.
You think it’s a mix of fear, pure curiosity and fatigue. Your body craves sleep and, in your half asleep state of mind, you take advantage of your boost of confidence, pushing away the paranoiac side of your brain. If it was real, more people would talk about it. If it was real, where are all the pictures and videos ?
Clumsily stepping out of your bed, your feet touch the cold floor as you drag your body towards your makeup bag, blindly dipping a hand in. An old lipstick would do, right ? Right, you don’t even remember the last time you used this Sephora lipstick. The small candle you probably used twice in your life finds another use tonight as you grab it from your shelf, opening the small lid to clean the small bits of burnt thread.
A few steps is all you need before you stand in front of your mirror, letting your body rest from the little effort you did when you sit down right in front of it.
It’s stupid, so so stupid, you think to yourself. Nothing will happen and you’ll tell this very story to your friends the next day, they’ll make fun of you for it for the next week and all will be good.
Taking the protection of your old lipstick off, you inspect it with a pout. A shame, such a pretty color you never really wore before the expiration date. The deep red stick comes up when you twist the bottom and you have to resist the urge of trying it on your lips, just to see. Rather, just like Johnny said, you write your name on the mirror. The paste easily leaves a red trace under the pressure of your fingers, it’s almost pleasing if you did not know how long you’ll take to clean it off after. Long sticks, you write your name clearly on the mirror before closing your old lipstick, leaving it at your side.
Next, your fingers fumble inside your bag, trying to find your lighter. It’s one you rarely use but keep with you just in case and you quickly turn it on. The small flame dances under your mouvements, bringing the cold candle near your lighter.
It quickly starts burning in your hands and you place the object right between your body and the mirror. There’s a sigh from your lips, you can’t believe it yourself when you lean forward, both palms flat on the cold surface. Above your name in red lipstick, you dare look at yourself. Actually, if you look at yourself, your attention won’t drift for the back of your bedroom in fear. And so, keeping your eyes on your reflection’s, you take a deep breath.
“Mirror, mirror, mirror.” you start off pretty easily, the one word rolling off your tongue without a second thought. Now that you’ve started it, you don’t think you can end everything just like that, you learned everything needs to be closed once started. “Take-...Take my reflection as home.”, you stutter, vision getting blurry for the quickest second. Probably the lack of sleep and fatigue, some water coats your eyes and you blink the teardrops away, finding a clear vision again.
You sigh out for a second in an attempt to cool your body down, the same feeling slowly plunges on your shoulders. The one you felt while Jisung was doing the same thing but, this time, you were alone. The change in atmosphere is less abrupt but, you still feel it anyways. The air grows hotter, heavier, dense.
“Show me my deepest, darkest desires.”, you choke out, feeling your palms sweat up, trying your best to resist the urge to whip them. You shift uncomfortably on your spot, pushing away the goosebumps raising on your naked arms again. Wanting to get it over with as quickly as possible, you push all the signs away and continue, though your confidence runs out quickly. “Give to me, take from me.”
The small candle flame flickers, it grows taller and, you have to push it away with a knee to prevent it from burning your clothes. Maybe it’s the open window, right ? But here it is again, the feeling of being watched. You hate it, you almost turn around or just, look behind you through the mirror.
Instead, a groan escapes your lips, frustrated at yourself, tired, annoyed, scared.
It seems the two sides of your brain disappeared, your thoughts are radio silent, white noise. Fuck it, fuck it. Panic takes over your next actions, it pushes you over the edge. Closing your eyes, your head hangs low and you say the last words. “Yoonoh.”, you start, closing your eyes even more, forcing your eyelids. You feel it, the sudden presence right behind you, you fucking feel it.
Your heart picks up right them, you never felt it pump so quickly against your ribcage. Heat burns your cheeks, your ears, your back. Unconsciously, your head hangs lower, shoulders rise up in a protective, natural reaction.
It truly feels like someone’s right here, with you and yet, you refuse to look. What the fuck are you doing, why the fuck are you doing this ? A hiccup, the outline of a cry tumbles from your lips. Ah, how the fear managed to wash over you like the rising tide eating at the shore.
What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck. Teeth tight against each other, your jaw grows sore as you feel the heat of the small candle at your side. Letting your eyes flutter open the slightest bit, it’s when you see the flame violently dance, shaking from different sides that you decide it has to be over, now.
“Yoono- Yoonoh, Yoonoh.”, you blur them out so quickly it’d be funny in another situation, the sounds are barely separated from each other, barely make sense. Your tongue feels heavy, mouth clumsy when you finish the spell of. Your irregular, hard breathing almost keeps you from hearing. Hearing it.
Ah, how long Jaehyun - or Yoonoh - waited and longed for such a moment. Actual hours that felt like years for one of you to summon him properly. And, he has to say, he’s glad you were the one to do it, call him over with your pretty voice, fearful eyes and deadly curiosity.
He felt it, the morbid interest peeking in your small body, he knew you would do it the moment you noticed the candle blowing out, he knew you weren’t dumb. See, when Jisung had attempted to summon him, he had almost brought Jaehyun to his mirror, he almost did it. He was so close, so close to it that Jaehyun managed to have a blurry view of the odd scene. Needless to say, the cursed had a good laugh at it but, the anger and frustration he felt at your chicken of a friend still lingered.
When was the last time someone summoned him ? Jaehyun does not remember, he doesn’t have any notion of time, he lost it long, long ago. When was the last time he had fun with a foolish human ? He does not remember either but, something tells him he will make it up with you.
Jaehyun isn’t alive but, the closest of “alive” he can feel, it’s in moments like this, properly summoned, ready for his deal. Eating your reflection, taking its place easily, the young looking man takes your bedroom in for a second, it’s all in reversed for him who’s stuck in your mirror. Speaking of, he likes it. Big, tall, he notices your name neatly written in what he guesses is red lipstick.
Taking your reflection’s place, both his hands lay flat against your palms, kneeled down, he’s significantly taller than you but still, he notices the contourcion in your features, the fear. He loves it, he loves oh so much. The fear, the regret, he adores it all. He knows it’ll be even better once you open your eyes and understand your faith. Mirroring your position, the man doesn’t move, he loves the proximity, how close your face is to his. Wicked smile on his rosy lips, it tugs up at a side, pearly white canine showing, the tip of his tongue rests on the sharp tooth. Oh, he’ll eat you up and savour it just like he did with your reflection.
“Hi, Y/N.”
The reactions, Jaehyun thrives off the reactions. The fear in people’s eyes, the tears, the cries, the shouts, the realisation flashing, twisting people’s features, he fucking gets off of it. He knows what to expect and yet, when you finally open your eyes, barely take in his face and jump back immediately, he chuckles out, he groans happily, excited even. You barely believe it, a man replaces your reflection, he doesn’t follow your movements when you tumble backwards and feel your spine hit your bed, the scream you were about to let out getting knocked out of your lungs. Instead, it’s a loud whine you let out.
What the fuck, the actual fuck. Both your hands cover your mouth, Jaehyun notices how shaky they are and cooes, head tilting to the side. What a pretty toy to play with. A knee down, the other leg bent against his chest, the man in the mirror lets his head rest there, patiently waiting for you to finally speak up. Strangely, he’s a patient man, he had some people run away on him, not speak for hours at the shock, even.
You think you’re hallucinating, you almost pinch yourself but you know, you’d be awake if this was a dream. The impact of your bed against your back tells you that this, this is real. As much as your brain hates to believe it, takes minutes to process it and still has its doubts, you react just in case. You react out of pure instinct. The bag you use everyday gets pulled next to you and you quickly push a hand inside, looking for one thing only. A young college student needs to protect itself when walking home from late classes, the butterfly knife you wished you’d never have to use finds your fingertips and, when you feel the cold metal, you pull it out.
“Ah-a. Don’t make me mad so quickly, doll.”, the man in your mirror sings, nickname rolling out of his tongue.
You think you’re going to throw up, the ball in your throat keeps you from speaking but you don’t let his words scare you. In a swift motion, you open the object and let the blade stand straight towards your mirror. You try, you try your best to seem less afraid, but you’re sure you look foolish to him.
And it sure does. A sigh tumbles from the man’s lips, a hand running in his dark brown locks. Thoughts clash and collide in your dizzy, clouded brain but still. He looks...normal almost, if it isn’t for the twisted grin on his lips, the lack of light in his dark eyes.
“Your little knife won’t hurt me.”, he informs you, a small pout on his lips. He stays there, still patiently waiting for you to say something. Though he likes peoples’ reactions, he likes it even better when he hears about their darkest desires, the things that pushed them over the edge, things they graved to the point of summoning him, an entity many deem as fake, a legend.
A hand on your floor, you support yourself with it, fearing your body giving out even if you’re already down. Mouth dry, you swallow harshly before finding your tongue again. “What if I break the mirror.”
It’s a threat but oh, it sounds so sweet to the young man. You’re a courageous one, and fierce at that, Jaehyun can already tell and he loves it. Truly, he can not wait ; to break you down little by little, see that same fierceness in your pupils slowly disappear for obedience.
There’s a small laugh tumbling from his lips again, cheek rubbing against his knee. “Ouh, she speaks.”
Leaning a bit closer to the mirror, the man hums a little, eyes on the sharp blade. “Break it, it won’t do anything to me. Except make me mad.”
For some reason, you believe him. Maybe it’s the daring look he gives you, silently wondering if you’ll have the guts to come closer to him. Clearly, you don’t, staying as far as your bed allows you. Your heart’s still beating too fast against your ribcage, breathing unevenly and you try to focus on your rhythm instead of the man right in front of you.
“Come on. Deep breathes, kid.”
There’s something that clicks in your brain at this very moment, your throat seems to unravel and words flow out of your lips, avoiding what a side of your brain still thinks is an illusion. “I- We thought this was a legend, we thought it was fake.”, voice small, you fumble around, hands on your sheet before you find your phone.
“‘it’ and ‘this” has a name.”, the man sternly says, eyes following your mouvements. As said, he saw it all before, the startled look in your eyes when your device went dead in your hand was one he enjoyed a bit too much. “It won’t work.”, he notes in a hum.
“Y-Yoonoh ?”, you hate how it’s a question tumbling from your lips, half hoping one of your friend’s going to erupt out of your closet with a camera. There’s a disappointed sound from him, thumb running on his pink bottom lip, locks falling in front of his eyes. “Haven’t used that name in years. Please, darling. Call me Jaehyun.”
Jaehyun, the sound rings in your ears. Eyes wide, you clench your dead phone around your fingers. “You’re real.”
“As much as you are.”, he’s amused to say the least, lips stretching at a corner. There, he decided to get up, taking advantage of your tall mirror. It’s weird, how he isn’t wearing anything old, dirty, anything you’d think an entity would wear. A black blouse loose on his shoulders, he rolls the fabric to his elbows, what you think are black costume pants on his legs, his shoes you cannot see with the dark fog dancing around him.
“You look...Normal.”, you dumbly let out, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. With other clothes, he’d easily pass as another boy in your campus. Then, he chuckles, you’re cute. It resonates in your small room, a deep dimple craved on each cheek. He seems pleased, standing right in front of your body. Hands in his pocket, he leans a bit forward.
“Oh, doll. What were you expecting ? A big, bloody man ? Old and creepy ?” You nod at that, you surely were not expecting such a young looking man, you weren’t expecting him. “You surely didn’t summon anyone else, then. Does that mean I’m your first ? Ah- cute.”
You don’t really know what comes to you, speaking almost freely to this entity and yet, you’re still afraid. There’s no doubt, the dip in your stomach and the sweat on your palms. “I-...I don’t believe in these kinds of things.”, you tell him without a second thought, without understanding how dumb this might sound.
“Oh, really ? And do you, now ?”, Jaehyun decides he likes being at eye level better, kneeling, resting on his heels, he props his chin inside his palm again. Deep, dark eyes, it’s what strikes you the most. They curl lightly inside, outer corners stretched with what you think is a dark eyeshadow. He grins again, though his eyes never gain any light. Your brain surrounders, finally coming around the fact that this, might be real. You stay silent, bringing your knees to your chest again.
“Oh, she does.”, voice stained, gravy, he whispers out after some seconds of silence. “She believes.”, Jaehyun points out before you do with a breathless chuckle. There’s something twisted about him, you only needed seconds to understand how he fed of your initial fear, how he craved the trembling lips, watery eyes and shaky hands. Now, it seems he wants to play.
“Now, you know what comes with summoning me, hm ?”, you nod at that, slowly coming to the realisation that you, have two wishes. Two possibilities. You could make your life so, so much better, right ? But a side of your brain still dismisses all of this as fake, you doubt Jaehyun’s powers for a moment.
“Two wishes.”, you tell him and he nods, pleased.
Pearly white teeth glow at his carnal smile, pupils slowly growing until his irises almost disappear. “A deal, unbreakable. You, will be sealed to me. Me, to you. Forever in the nearest mirror until the contract ends, I will follow as your reflection. Two wishes I shall grant you. One you shall grant me. “No” we both cannot use.”, he hums. Dreaded, realization falls onto your shoulders, the next sentence makes it too real.
“Now, doll. Tell me. Tell me your deepest, darkest desires.”, he whispers, leaning closer to the barrier the mirror creates.
The groan he lets out almost startles you, stained and deep, it’s almost a moan. “I’ve been waiting for so long.”
Head thrown back, locks of his hair fall backwards as he reveals his pale neck. You gulp down, you never thought about it, only summoned him in an attempt to calm yourself down.
“I didn’t...I didn’t think about that.”, you whisper out, slightly frightened at what he might be able to do. Jaehyun’s twisted smile never leaves his face, head tilted to the side.
“Come on, kid. I’m sure you can find something.”, he starts. His right thumb pressed on his fingers, one by one. Cracking his knuckles, the sound’s bone chilling for your ears. “You know, you can wish for anything in the world.”
Anything ? That’s the issue, you can’t think of anything right now. Unable to look at the entity in front of you, your eyes travel to the side, fixated on the small paint stain on your floor. What do you want ? You can barely think in such a situation, not when his eyes are fixated on you, intense, dark, awaiting. It’s the pressure that makes you speak again, your brain lashes onto the first thought that comes across your mind.
“Popularity.”, you finally blur out, something the main character of a movie would’ve said. What a fool. Popularity, you don’t even need it, you just think it would be new to have people finally looking at you, knowing who you are.
“Popularity ?”, Jaehyun says, eyebrows raised. He seems slightly taken back, amused still. “I’ve had much, much more interesting wishes.”, he says, dark eyes looking down at you. You hate it, the judgement he shows, you know you could’ve wished for anything else. He does not elaborate on that - yet. Rather, he nods. Palms against each other, his last and fourth fingers are laced together, both thumbs, pointer and middle fingers pointed to the ceiling. There’s a dark glow right behind him, the black fog rather around the entity and, before you can change your wish, his eyes plant right in yours. They glow with something different, his voice resonates in your room, it comes out of all the mirrors you own.
“Then, Y/N. So be it !”
That night, you don’t sleep at all. Or at least, you don’t think you do, even when trying your hardest. If Jaehyun doesn’t appear in your mirror again, if he seems to disappear after your wish in an attempt to let you rest, you’re hyper aware of the fact that he’s here anyways. Jaehyun’s presence lingers, the effect he has in your dorm is undeniable, you can not push it away. Air dry, atmosphere tense, he’s everywhere and anywhere.
“Forever in the nearest mirror until the contract ends.”, that’s exactly what he said. If he’s watching you sleep ? Is he, himself, sleeping ? Does he even need to ? Questions collide, none of them find an answer and rather, create new ones in their wake.
Fatigue crashes on your body at once when you finally get yourself to blow the candle out and turn the lights of your bedroom off, so does the anxiety. Finally realising what you’ve just done, what you just got yourself into. It barely feels real, minutes go by on the clock and, when you’re not glaring at the numbers casted on your ceiling, you’re fearfully looking at your mirror. For the first time since you moved here, you hate this mirror. From the placement right in front of your bed to the size, you wonder why your campus thought this was a good idea.
At some point, you do have to rest with your head right under your covers, finding a small bit of comfort with the duvet around your body. Maybe you dove back and forth into Morpheus’ arms but, your body shakes itself awake every time, almost giving you a mini heart attack. Soon enough, the lack of light gets replaced with the pale sunlight of the early morning, allowing you to catch a few minutes of sleep or so.
Even if it varies with age, scientists say a human is able to live without sleep for around eleven days. You wonder if your body is able to go with a day of sleep. Thinking about it now, sleep deprivation comes with illusions and, you swear you sa-.
“Y/N ?”, Jaemin’s voice rings right next to you, forcefully pulling you out of your too loud and invasive of thoughts. Eyes unfocused on your meal, your attention turns towards your friend in a second. From the silence in your group and the slight smile dancing on Jaemin’s lips, you guess he has been calling for you for a few seconds now.
“Oh, sorry. Yeah ?”, you mumble out, placing the wooden chopsticks in your half full box, one you barely touched.
“Dude, not to be rude but you look awful. You good ?”, Jeno, right in front of you, interjects before anyone else can speak. The young man looks genuinely concerned, eyebrows furrowed. You can’t help but notice, his eye bags don’t look too bad for a college student. They’re also, nowhere as bad as yours.
“Yeah. Didn’t get much sleep last night.”, sighing a little, you let your cheek rest against your fist. You could fall asleep right then and there, on this very bench. The sun isn’t too harsh on your skin, no mirrors and, most importantly, you’re surrounded by your friends. Taking an entire picnic table in the middle of your campus, chinese food was bought but, you couldn’t bring yourself to eat more than a few bites, head heavy.
There’s a laugh from Donghyuck, who just finished his food in one go. “Is it because of that dumb legend ?”
“Dumb legend”, something doesn’t feel right when your friend lets the words out so, so carelessly. You can’t deny the shiver that runs down your spine at that moment, though you don’t see any mirrors anywhere close. Another uncomfortable silence takes place in the middle of the table, before Jisung speaks, finally.
“I honestly felt weird yesterday night.”, he mumbles out, letting the tip of his chopsticks hit the bottom of his box a few times, like he’s embarrassed to admit it.
It doesn’t shock you that he did, that the one who attempted to summon Jaehyun felt his lingering presence, the aftermath of not properly executing a ritual. What take you back, are Chenle and Jaemin’s next words.
“Same. I almost tried that shit myself.”, Chenle says, half joking. In your half asleep state, your eyes widen for a second. Straightening your back, Jaemin beats you at the fast talker.
“Dude, same ? I just wanted to try and see what would happen, you know ?”, he says. Your hand wraps around his arm, catching his attention. A little “You too ?” falls from his lips and you can only nod, looking over at Chenle.
So they felt it too. The sudden feeling of not being alone, not being the crazy one. “I thought I was making things up.”, you gasp. You have to say, in another situation, Donghyuck’s face would’ve been funny. He looks so, so disappointed when you start listing the weird coincidence you and your two friends experienced the night prior. From the change in temperature and the feeling of being watched, Renjun and Jeno watch and listen, horrified.
“But obviously, I didn’t try it.”, Jaemin adds, and you almost feel like disappearing. “Yeah, yeah...Same. Just didn’t sleep well.”, you mimic, and it seems to convince your friends.
So they felt it too and, you were apparently the only one to follow your feeling, the only one that compulsively tried it out. You hate it, maybe you should’ve texted one of them, called them or even went to one of your friend’s dorms to sleep and you wouldn’t have been in such a situation. What a dumb move, what the slight confidence and curiosity had you summon, you almost let your forehead rest against the old wood. You almost do, if it isn’t for all your friends simultaneously turning their head to the side.
Silence falls yet again in your group as you all look, slightly confused at the young man standing right next to you. Bright red hair, eyebrow slit, bold fashion style, everyone in this campus knows him as Lee Taeyong. See, if schools have their famous clique, the Heather and whatever is the masculine equivalent, you thought it all stopped once in university. You thought wrong. On your first visit, you quickly understood who exactly were the famous and unaccessible guys. Taeyong, was one of them. From his intimidating looks, ever changing hair color, sharp features and deep voice, he had everyone’s attention. Needless to say, you never saw him from so, so close.
“Hey...Looking for something ?”, ah Donghyuck. Always the bold, the lifesaver. Sipping on his bubble tea, he looks straight at the oldest who barely gives him any attention.
“Yes, actually.”, the red haired answers, gaining a few confused looks from your group. Looking at Jaemin for a second, you silently wonder if any of your friends know the Lee Taeyong enough for him to let himself be seen in your company. It seems he doesn’t understand either, quickly raising his shoulders. Catching your straw between your lips, you slowly sip onto the last drop of your juice, curious.
“Y/N ?”, the dance student asks, looking straight into your eyes. It’s strange, how his eyes only manage to make you shift a little on your seat. You have to say, you did not know he knew your name, even was aware of your existence. Sure, him and Johnny were friends but, you doubt your friend told him about you. Still sucking on the last drops, you nod slowly. “I’m hosting a party this Sunday, are you coming ?”
You choke on the liquid. Uh ? What’s going on ? You think it’s the lack of sleep that makes you hear things, but he doesn’t seem to mind and continues. “To celebrate the end of exam season. You’re Johnny’s friend, right ? He’ll send you the address.”
And, just like that, the oldest smiles down at you and leaves. He leaves and lets your friends glare at you for answers, answers you do not have.
Or maybe, you do. Wishing for popularity, you almost forgot about it. Was that how it began, people you barely know inviting you and not your friends to parties ?
“What the fuck just happened ?”, asks Renjun, almost turning around to glare at Taeyong who sits with his friends, giving you a quick look.
“I have no idea.”
On any other normal, ordinary day, you would’ve opened your door without a second thought, mechanically almost. Throwing your bag at the foot of your bed before letting your body fall right in the middle of the mattress after a long, long day. But, your life is apparently far, far from ordinary since last night. Practically stuck in front of your dorm’s door, your fist unconsciously clenches the leather strap of your backpack. Knuckles turning white, it’s almost like you’re gripping the last bits of your sanity. Once you enter the four walls of what once was your safe space, you can only guess what is going to wait for you.
Anyways, you cannot sleep right in front of your door, you can’t work on the dirty floor of your hallway, right ? It takes another rush of courage for you to push the handle down and finally allow yourself to enter your dorm.
Even if you were ready for anything to happen, the sound of his voice once you close your door makes you jump back against the wood.
“Ah, doll. Finally.”, it’s sultry, deep, it follows the look on his eyes when you carefully step towards your bed, second guessing his next actions.
How are you supposed to act when you have an entity living in your mirror ? You wish Google could answer this question, you really do. Quickly glaring at the man in front of you, you’re a lot less scared now that the sun freely enters your bedroom, enough for you to notice a few more details that you might have missed the night prior. Victorian clothes, the tip of his fingers a dark grey as they dance on his jawline, Jaehyun still has the same cocky smile on his rosy lips.
“Had a taste of popularity yet ?”, he asks, though he already knows the answer very well. Non-verbal, you keep an eye on your mirror while letting your bag fall on the floor, awkwardly sitting on the edge of your bed.
“Uh, yeah.”, you let out, fingernails slightly gazing over the skin of your arm. You had a feeling it was him or rather, the wish you had blurred out hours before. It had to be, right ? Sure, Johnny knows Taeyong but you doubt he invites all his friend’s friends. Even, you and Johnny weren’t close enough and barely hung out, keeping your friendship almost strictly virtually. Not to point out the fact that the young man only invited you and did not even have the courtesy to invite the rest of your group.
Finally, you decide to take your shoes off, scooting back to the middle of your bed, wood slightly cracking under your mouvements. Here, you believe you can have your eyes on the entity at any moment, just in case.
What a strange situation, you don’t even know if you can work properly in such conditions, let alone take a shower and sleep peacefully.
“Darling, you don’t look too happy with your wish.”, the young man notes, slight amusement dancing in his voice. Apparently, Jaehyun has a habit of squatting to sit down; elbow on his knee, head in his palm, he quickly raises his eyebrows at you. Isn’t it weird ? How he is still here, asking questions like an old - weird - friend shaking up on a friend. Maybe, your view on entities might be flawed, oriented by pop culture but, you sure weren’t expecting anything like this.
“I’m tired.”, you simply say, clearly not prepared to have a casual conversation with the entity you summoned. Picking at a loose thread on your jeans, a sigh leaves your lips the moment you grab onto your phone and notice how, even now, it won’t turn on, nice. You don’t dare point it out, though.
“Oh, kid. I can tell.”, your eyes quickly look up at his words, half in misbelief. Clearly, he doesn’t care for the daggers your eyes are throwing at him, tinted fingers twirling the dense fog around him. “You look close to death. And believe me, I saw my fair share of people on the bridge between our world and everything beyond.”
Your death glare quickly turns to a surprised, taken back one, clearly offended. Apparently, the young man finds amusement in this again, a quiet chuckle tumbling from his lips. How could he laugh, probably knowing he’s the reason you barely slept last night.
Fighting with the entity stuck in your mirror, yet another thing you never even thought you’d experience.
“You’re the reason why I look like this ! I-I barely slept tonight.”, your voice audibly quiets down the moment you understand the tone you’re using on a creature you can’t begin to understand, one that has powers beyond your comprehension. Thankfully, he doesn’t seem to mind. Rather, his smile twists again, he likes them feisty.
“I know.”, he simply says, batting his eyelashes, they’re long, dark. “But you, doll. Do you realise I can not do anything to you ?”, he asks and, you have to look to the side for a moment, Jaehyun continues. “I’m stuck in this mirror, I can not reach you.”
Jaehyun can be lying. He probably is. After all, you aren’t aware of the totality of his abilities, he’s born from a dark ritual, meant to grant any desire, as twisted as they may be. Then again, why would he be lying ? If he could reach you, you think he could’ve tried something the night before. “You can’t ?”, biting down on your lower lip, you ask a bit quietly, raising your shoulders instinctively.
“Actually, I can lean out of any mirror and reach anything at arm length but, it takes a lot of energy out of me.”, Jaehyun says, running a hand in his locks and, you have to say, the sheer thought of seeing him reach out of your mirror has your blood leaving your face, surely a sight you don’t want to witness. You don’t even ask for a demonstration, you’d rather keep the little sanity you still have now, without the image of an entity leaning out to your world.
Does that mean he can reach out and grab the bag you left on the floor ? You almost lean down and tug it towards you and away from your mirror but, decide against it. At the very least, you now know that you can sleep without him walking out of your mirror.
“Do you...Do you need to sleep ? You said it took energy.”
What comes to you again ? Asking questions so freely, you guess having answers will help you be less scared. Bringing your knees to your shoulders, your body relaxes a bit when you notice the entity looking at you, seemingly taken back by a human asking him questions. Little do you know, Jaehyun doesn’t remember the last time someone wanted to know more about himself, he might as well.
“I do not need to sleep, I feed off people summoning me.”, he simply explained, getting up. You wonder for a second if he isn’t bored in your mirror, it seems like he does not have anything to do in there, you might even pity him for a second. “As long as people summon me, I exist. Once people forget about me, I’ll be gone.”, Jaehyun utters, slowly walking from one end of your mirror to another.
“Isn’t it...Boring in there ?”, you wonder out loud, head tilted to the side. If you saw an entity being vulnerable, for the shortest of seconds, Jaehyun regains his attitude pretty quickly. There’s a laugh, a loud one you fear someone else will hear as he readjusts his rings on his fingers, one by one, before facing you again.
“Oh, no. See, usually, people know what they’re going to wish for, their desires are dark, thrilling. Darling, yours are just plain and uninteresting.”, the entity notes, quietly. The gasp you let out at this is almost comical, though the young man doesn’t even let a reaction out.
Eyebrows furrow, you almost have the reflex to throw something at your mirror.
“I wasn’t- I didn’t even think it would work !”, you blur out a bit too loudly, letting your knees fall on your mattress. “I don’t have any dark, twisted desires, it’s not my fault !”, quickly losing yourself in excuses and defenses, you don’t notice Jaehyun’s smile growing wider at your attempts, passing back and forth in your mirror. “Even ! What did the others wish for ?”, you ask, clearly annoyed by the one way argument you just had.
The question seems to pick the entity’s interest, you finally notice the habit he has of facing you when something interests him and, on the contrary, mindlessly passing until you’re done speaking when he isn’t interested at all. “Ah, what did the others wish for ? Doll, I do not think you’re ready to hear humanity’s most twisted impulses.”
Curiosity and pride poked, you quickly blur back, crossing your legs. “I summoned you. I think I can hear it.” Eyes narrow, the young man takes a few seconds to judge, “Don’t you have some class work to do ? Friends to see ? I do not know, church to attend ?” You almost laugh at that, almost forget what time he probably comes from to speak in such a way. “No, I don’t.”
It’s probably the slight determination in your voice mixed with the urge to tell his stories that does it for Jaehyun. Though he sighs, it’s almost a content one he has while remembering the endless acounters he had.
“What do you think people summon me for ?”, he suddenly asks, starting again with his infinite passing.
“Money, power.”, you start, and he only nods without looking at you. Suddenly, Jaehyun disappears and you almost back against the head of your bed, if it isn’t for his voice coming from the smaller mirror in your dressing table. God, how you feared it was haunted when you first bought it, even if it was straight out of ikea. You guess that now, it is. “Power.”
Jaehyun eventually goes to the mirror in your bathroom, seemingly effortlessly, “Money.” You hear his voice resonate, even in this room full of furniture. Finally, he comes back again to your main mirror, the one you summoned him on. “Love.”, a lion in his cage.
Only then, do you notice your name still written in red lipstick, one you should probably clean off if you weren’t so scared of coming close to him.
“Humans are greedy, so greedy to have what isn’t meant to be theirs. They’d go to great length for a twisted illusion, a flawed reality their selfish heart craves.”, he speaks through gritted teeth, it sends a shiver down your spine, makes the atmosphere colder. “I’ve had a prince, once. The second born, far far from the throne.”, Jaehyun starts, a finger tapping on his chin. “Do you know what he wished for, once he had the guts to summon me ?”, the entity suddenly asks, abruptly turning towards you. Taken back, all you can do is shake your head from left to right, hands gripping the fabric of your jeans.
He told you, that people summoning him gave him more energy. You wonder if staying in the presence of the one calling him gives him more too, the effects he has on your small dorm are even more noticeable now than last night.
“For his entire family’s death.”, Jaehyun related.
He says this simply, so simply. If he notices the slight shift in your breathing, he doesn’t point it out and continues.
“Such a naïve, naïve boy.”, Jaehyun hums, a slight pout on his lips. “He makes me think of you. He didn’t think it would work. But, unlike you, when he saw me, he knew what he wanted.”
There’s a slight pause, where Jaehyun hums, like he’s remembering some details. “‘Tell me your deepest, darkest desires’, I said. ‘Kill them all’, the fool immediately said.”
You have to say, you’re a bit captivated by how he reenacts the scene, hands flying in gestures.
“Did you ?”, you ask almost dumbly, eyes wide. It’s like your brain still hasn’t processed everything the entity in front of you can do. It’s only when the entity gives you an empty look that you let a small, “Oh” tumblr from your lips. Obviously, he did.
It’s the morbid curiosity, the one that almost has you asking how he did it but, you push it away. You convince yourself that you don’t want to know nor hear it and thankfully, Jaehyun continues before you can open your mouth.
“Poor thing, he wasn’t on the throne for long.”, the man notes. For the first time, something dances in his eyes. Something he’s hiding from you has his lips parting in a quiet chuckle, like he’s remembering an old joke.
He’s capable of murder. That, you know now. A dip in your stomach, it’s probably the way he talks about it so nonchalantly that frightens you the most. You don’t doubt, the entity probably saw and experienced a lot. Now, can you blame him ? He’s tied to a ritual, probably forced to grant wishes. You wonder, what would happen if he doesn’t act on them.
Is he at fault for all the things he did ? You almost question your own morals.
“What do people ask for the most ?”, you wonder out loud. Jaehyun doesn’t seem to mind the questions and, the lack of homework, phone and intimacy has you stuck with him. Might as well.
The entity seems to pounder for a bit, you think you might go crazy only with the way he keeps walking back and forth in your small mirror.
“Love.”, he finally tells you, never stopping his steps. “But it’s never true love, it’s never as perfect as they pictured it.”
So, he’s capable of forcing feelings on someone ? For the nth time, you wonder exactly what he’s capable of, where his powers stop. And here you were, asking for popularity. Sure, it could help in the long run but, you could’ve asked for so much better. But, you still have a second wish, right ?
It’s there, suddenly, that you remember why you and your friends tried to summon him in the first place. Eyes wide, you move a bit closer to the mirror, though keeping some distance.
“Is it true ? Eric ?”, you ask suddenly. It’s all because your friend talked about him, all because of a dumb rumor he heard.
“Eric ?”, Jaehyun needs a few seconds to place the name again, furrowed eyebrows relaxing after a moment. The name seems to bring some discomfort into his features and, though it disappeared after a moment, you still notice it. Silent for a moment, you press on anyways. “That he summoned you, it’s true, isn’t it ?”
Oh, how you probably shouldn’t have asked. If Jaehyun is able to control his emotions, his features turning cold, unreadable, the effect he has on your dorm can not go unnoticed. Air cold, dense, you don’t take long to understand his experience with Eric probably was not the greatest. But again, isn’t Jaehyun a powerful entity ? Why would his reaction be so radical to such a normal human ?
“He did.”, the young man finally says, cold, abrupt.
Is he the reason why Eric went at the top of his class ? It probably is but, what you’re most curious about is why exactly, the old college student turned so...weird. Sure, you don’t doubt the experience of successfully summoning a demon might...change someone but, it seems Jaehyun didn’t have him in his heart either. Did something happen between them ? Did Eric not grant Jaehyun’s final wish ? Were the rumors true ?
Your brain’s deciding between asking and dropping the subject and, as you’re about to open your mouth again, the entity beats you at it.
“Shouldn’t you go take a shower ? Rest early tonight.” and, just like that, he disappears from your mirror.
People have told you many times.
“Curiosity killed the cat.”
You should not be here, at all. You’re supposed to have a major class right at this moment. But, a teacher being sick and a lack of substitute teachers appeared like a sign of the universe to you.
See, Jaehyun’s abrupt disappearance left you with more questions, questions that only duplicated the moment you finally took a well deserved shower - after covering your mirror with a towel, just in case.
What happened with Eric ? Probably the last thought before sleep knocked you out in mere minutes.
And really, the universe wouldn’t have made it so easy to find him if they didn’t want you to search, right ? A few texts here and there, Johnny yet again managed to help you more than he can imagine. Eric’s address was sent to you fifteen minutes after your class was officially cancelled and, you took the chance. Faking having some questions about both his major and job, Johnny didn’t ask any more questions.
And here you were. Right in front of Eric’s building.
The richer, nicer era, one you never visited before. After all, you don’t know anyone living there. Pretty, tall and new buildings, small parks, high end stores. One can only dream of living in such a nice era a year after leaving university.
“Curiosity killed the cat.”, you think again. In front of the old university student’s building, glass doors pushed open to reveal a pristin, clear and minimalist lobby. “But satisfaction brought it back.”, you tell yourself.
What are you doing here ? You don’t really know. All you can really understand and form in your fogged up brain is that Eric, him, might be the only one able to understand you at this very moment. Maybe he has answers to the questions you have and are too afraid to ask.
What could go wrong ? A lot, actually. But you -once again - decide to act on impulse rather than think about it. It’s a slight confidence you have that goes to your head, fogs any other rational thought.
The lobby’s empty, calm. An abstract beige and white painting hung at your right, you immediately notice the ceiling high mirror on your left. Your reflection, it’s almost weird to see it. It has you doubting, doubting that this, is even your image here. But, you push the thought aside quickly, walking towards the little letter boxes.
Kim Eric, Kim Eric. You don’t take too long to find his name tag, right next to his apartment number. Right at the top of the building, you can’t even begin to imagine the price he must’ve payed.
Nonetheless, you make your way towards the single elevator. There, another mirror. You might think Eric was just a weird kid, that Jaehyun never had anything to do with this. After all, wouldn’t he want to live somewhere without mirrors if the rumors were true ?
Facing the metal doors, you turn away from the mirror, head moving to the calm tune of the metal box. Unconsciously avoiding the glass yourself, you’re standing closer to the opening than usual.
What you do not see, is your reflection not following your movement, glaring into your skull.
That weird feeling of being watched again, isn’t it ? It creeps up your spine and you try your best at pushing it aside, forcing your brain to focus on the quiet melody. A small part of your brain fears, if you turn around right now, would Jaehyun be facing you ? He’s everywhere, you’re aware of that and yet, decide to cover this truth.
Thankfully, the elevator doesn’t stop until the very last floor, letting you escape the small cubicle before you can feel too uncomfortable, before the courage wears off and has you overthinking. And, only then do you really realise what you are doing. Visiting someone you don’t know at all, only heard rumors about only because the two of you happened to summon the same entity.
Should you really be doing this ? It seems Jaehyun doesn’t have Eric in his heart, wouldn’t he be mad ? But, he said he couldn’t do anything to you, you just have to do it, for closure. Do it, for closure-.
Before your brain can stop you, you take the few steps towards Eric’s door, 165 written in golden letters on the pale wooden door. Clean carpet, big windows letting you have a breathtaking view on the area, you wonder for a second time how much money he must make to afford this place.
Bringing your fist up to the door, you knock a first time.
Silence. A kind of deception slowly takes over your body but, you guess you should’ve thought about it, maybe he’s working or, just out, like a regular citizen.
Pure silence falls and you now wonder if you did not misread the signs, if you really should be here. Head hanging low, you’re almost about to mentally beat yourself up before your eyes fall on it.
Covered by a thing, white sheet, something’s placed right against the wall. Neatly packed, you for a second think it’s a set of paintings. But, it’s the smallest of seconds, you don’t need more to understand right then.
“Curiosity killed the cat.”, you think for the nth time, but you act on it, yet again. Eric isn’t here anyways, no one would notice. Slightly leaning down, you take the sheet between your fingers and lift it up.
Paintings, thin pieces of wood, it could’ve been anything but hélas, covered under the fabric is what you feared most. Different mirrors, different sizes, obviously from different rooms.
There’s a sigh that tumbles from your lips, are you going to end just like this ? Scared of mirrors, avoiding them ? It’s just when you get back up that you think your heart might jump out of your body.
“Excuse me ? What are you doing here ?”, deep, breathless voice comes from the stairs you didn’t even notice. Jumping away from the door, a hand lands on your beating heart, a soundless gasp at the border of your parted lips.
Eric stands clueless.He’s an average sized man, clearly out of shape, slender eyes with a prominent european nose. He does not know you but you, on the other hand, saw pictures of him. If he looked weird a few years ago, it might be worse now. If you look out of place with your regular, broke college student clothes, he does even more. Dirty, washed out and oversized t-shirt, long, brown greasy hair, he grips the iron next to him. He took the stairs, all the way to his apartment to avoid the mirror, it strikes you there. Slight anxiety takes over you, you didn’t expect him to be like this, you didn’t expect to feel so...off.
“I-uh. Eric ?”, you ask, already knowing the answer. Slightly taken back, you let the way to his door free for him to walk, not knowing how to act towards him. He, still seems distant, rightfully so. Wavy, dry hair brushed out, his runs a hand in it before fishing for his keys.
“Are you selling something ? I’m not interest-.”, he mumbles. You notice the bags under his eyes, dried lips. He almost looks sick, he acts like an old person in a young body.
“Oh, no ! My name’s Y/N. We’re from the same university.”, you tell him. He doesn’t look so convinced, slowly walking towards his door. Even when he puts his key in, he still has an eye on you, like he fears being robbed right there.
“Uh ? And what do you want ?”, the man groans out. He has you taking a step back again. How are you supposed to tell him exactly ? Shit, you didn’t think about that, at all. A “Hey, we summoned the same entity !” surely won’t do it.
The lack of words from your side seems to annoy him quite quickly. Taking a step in his apartment, he immediately used the door to shelter himself, only letting his upper body be seen. He doesn’t look happy, at all. And yet, he has such a pretty apartment, right ? It’s only when he turns his light on that you see the state of the inside. All windows closed and blocked, clothes, empty boxes of instant noodles on the floor alongside a bunch of papers, it looks like a madman’s home. Even his home gives you weird vibes and suddenly, a part of you doesn’t want to be here. anymore.
Eric notices your wandering eyes and, it’s here he has enough, closing his door a little more. “Listen, Y/N. I don’t have your time right now, so-.”
For a second time, you cut him off. “It’s about Jaehyun.”, you blur about without another thought.
His annoyed look turns frightened in seconds. The name seems to bring back a lot, things you don’t doubt he was trying to get away from. Glossy eyes wide, chapped lips parted, he looks like he’s about to have a heart attack, or like he just saw a ghost. Fuck, what did you just do ? He caughts a bit but, he isn’t as good as the entity when it comes to hiding his emotions.
“I-I don’t want to talk about it. It’s just a dumb legend anyways.” Oh, he’s trying to deny, deflect. The moment he’s about to close the door, you act quickly and let your shoe block the door.
“I did it too.”, you tell him, almost breathless. It almost feels good, to say it but, it lasts for mere milliseconds. Clearly, it doesn’t feel as good for the oldest. You think he might cry when the words process at this very moment, a sound tumbles from his lips. However, no words are said. His eyes fall upon the sheet covered glass at his shoes and, before you can understand, he manages to shut his door in your face.
He sounded paranoiac, looked like a maniac. Is that what happens when dealing with Jaehyun, will you end up like this ? Surely, he was the reason why the old university student turned this way, that’s what the rumors say.
“Leave !”, he shouts and, if anyone’s in the second apartment, you’re sure they can hear.
“But, Eric, I just wan-.”, you try, desperate.
Curiosity killed the cat.
“Right now !”
Curiosity killed the cat.
“You vazey, you’re an absolute idiot.”
Unlike last night, you don’t think twice before opening the door to your dorm, almost slamming the iron knob right on your thin wall. Just like you thought, Jaehyun barks at you the moment the door’s closed, barely waiting for the lock to click. He knows, he knows you tried to get answers from Eric, there’s no denying it.
“You were there.”, it’s a statement more than a question, one you throw at the same time you do your bag, sliding on the floor before it abruptly stops when it hits your mirror. If that’s even possible, the entity gets closer to the border between his world and your own, gritted teeth has him speaking lowly. “I told you, forever in the nearest mirror.” A dark promise, one you now understand the meaning of. He’s linked to you, whether you want ot admit it or not, it has your body covered in goosebumps.
“You shouldn’t have gone there.”, he continues, sighing heavily through his nose. Clearly, he didn’t think you would visit the old college student, let alone try to question him and tell him about your experience. “He’s mad, he’s dangerous.”, the entity continues. And that’s what does it for you. Abruptly turning towards the mirror, it’s like you quickly forget about the power he holds.
Anger bubbles up in your chest, it pushes words out of your mouth, “You’re the one who drove him mad !”
If you fear the entity, you do not show it. Heart pounding, palms sweaty, you keep a straight face. You’re ready for anything and everything. He might scream, make your room even colder, use his powers but, you don’t expect his reaction. He laughs, he laughs almost maniacally. So close to the mirror, the entity shoves his hands in his pockets, leaning closer until you think he might come out.
Jaehyun could’ve said many things at this moment, he could’ve said the truth. But, unbeknownst to you, his feelings take over. He’s a creature of anger, pitiness, even.
“He knew the deal.”, he spits out. Voice going deeper, you fear it might turn inhuman.
“And so, you decided to drive him mad ? He looks miserable.”, you bark back. You’re too far gone to stop yourself right now. The pounding of your heart rings in your ears, it clouds your brain and has you repeating the same sentence again and again but, you never voice it. Would he do the same to you ?
“I could’ve done much, much worse, doll.” It’s a whisper, like a promise of things he might just do to you if you keep acting in such a way. The nickname doesn’t have anything sweet in it, it’s harsh, a slap in the face. Swallowing harshly, you keep your eyes on the entity, faking a lack of expression, a lack of fear. Clearly, he likes it, a small smirk tugging at his lips but nothing shines in his eyes. If you thought he was normal the night before, if you pitied him hours ago, it’s quite hard now that he looks even more twisted than Eric.
“And what, exactly ?”, you dare to ask, keeping your voice firm. Jaehyun’s smile only turns wider, head leans to the side. A few locks of his hair fall in front of his piercing eyes, he judges your reactions.
“Come closer.”, he starts, keeping his voice quiet. “And I’ll tell you.”, the entity gets right back at you, daring light in his eyes. You know, you know he can reach out at a certain point but you take a step closer anyways. Your heart starts pumping faster, threatening to burst out of your ribcage, it creates white noise, blurs your eyes, restricts your air ways.
“She’s a daring one.”, Jaehyun notes, twisted smirk. He’s close, so close. You’ve never been this close to him, ever. If he was out, you would’ve been able to feel the air he blows out on the bridge of your nose, if he wasn’t an entity, you’d be able to see the colorful particle in his eyes. His tongue rests on his pointy canine, lightly traveling to his lip.
“I saw it, the pity in your eyes.”, he starts, a sort of anger in his voice but, you do not flinch. Keeping your eyes on his, you blink slowly, trying to calm your cardiac rhythm, breaking slowly through your nose. “Do you think I’m all alone, here ?”, Jaehyun asks. But, he does not even need an answer. By the way your eyebrows furrow for a second, he understands you never thought about it.
“Ah, stupid fucking kid.”, he growls lowly, you stay silent. “Do you remember the prince I told you about ?”
This time, you simply nod, remember when the young looking man told you that he didn’t even stay on the throne for too long. Jaehyun laughs again, the sound lightly resonating in your room, coming out of the different mirrors you own. “He’s trapped with me, here. I’m not alone.”, Jaehyun explains and, the light that flashs in his eyes tells you that he isn’t lying. Yet, you question it.
Mouth agape, eyebrows furrow, the attempt you made to calm your heart fails. “That can’t be.”
“You seem to underestimate my powers, doll.”, and finally, like he’s letting you breathe a bit more, he leans back. He giggles there, both his hands behind his head as he lets his torso fall backwards. You’re not even able to form a proper sentence in your mind and, when he senses the lack of words, the entity continues, unbothered by the reality of his actions. People wouldn’t willingly go in the mirror, if that was even possible, right ?
“I know what you’re thinking. Ah- it’s so easy to read you, darling. Is it possible for a human to join me ?”, he voices your question without you having to. “You can but, only for a few minutes. If you don’t leave quickly enough, you’re trapped here.”
It’s the realisation crashing over you that makes you take a step back. Finally, when your brain goes on high alert, when your body tenses and your senses heighten at the risk, you find your words again. “No one would willingly do that.”, you blur out, trying to find a loophole somewhere. Surely, he’s bluffing, trying to scare you, right ?
“Doll, you seem to forget that I have a wish too.”, his words have you dizzy but, your body isn’t able to back away again, forced to stay close enough, too close. “It’s simple, really. I wish for a dance and, they have to. When the dance’s over, they rarely have time to run back to their little, real world.” The brunette chuckles again, deep, gravy, bone chilling.
“You don’t believe me ?”, Jaehyun continues, faking being hurt. He leans forward again, captivating you with his deep eyes. “Do you want to see them all ?”, he asks, lips in a wide smile.
He could very much do this to you too, would he ? You shake your head from left to right quickly, fear clear in your eyes, he traps people. God only knows how many. You think you might choke on a cry right then, you don’t think you’ve ever been so scared in your life. Trapped, he seems to do it without a second thought, without an ounce of regret. What did you get yourself into ?
“Good. Good girl.”, he cooes. “Know your place.”
For a second time, his face’s too close to you. Having you so close probably gives him more energy and, as the seconds pass, you think you might pass out on the floor. You even think he might lean out of the mirror, like he said he could but, before you can open your mouth again, say anything that could help your case, he beats you at it.
“Didn’t they tell you to be careful ? Curiosity killed the cat.” and just like that, he disappears again, you fall into your knees.
In the middle of your first year in university, you found out you didn’t really like frat parties. But see, if they can give you a reason to avoid your dorm, you’ll take anything. Anything, really.
Loud music blasted through the house, a crowd of people you barely know, you don’t even think you ever saw this place without the party, multicolor lights. You also think you already wore this dress for another one of their parties, earlier on your first year but, you didn’t really think twice about your clothes today. You’ve been here for an hour at best and, the only thing you did was drink a bunch of water, checking your phone every now and then. Unfortunately, none of your friends were able to make it and, a good part didn’t want to come as they weren’t even invited.
Leaving you all alone in a party full of popular people you never ever spoke to before. You didn’t really blame them. But anyways, wasn’t that what you wanted, popularity ? This is part of it, right ? Fuck, how can you hate something you wished for ? How can you hate it so, so much. Maybe you should leave ? You don’t even like the music they’re playing or the drinks they’re mixing together. You even thought about paying for a hotel but, you know Jaehyun wouldn’t have any difficulty finding you again, he’s attached to you.
Maybe you should take all your mirrors out, just like Eric did but again, you still have a wish. He still has one, you can’t see yourself leaving in fear for the rest of your life. Dodging every mirror, acting like a maniac.
It’s when you’re in deep thought, leaning against the kitchen counter that Johnny decides to join you.
“Hey, Y/N ! You made it !”, the tallest has to speak loudly over the music, holding a red cup in his hand. His everlasting smile on his face, he managed to get a tired one out of you.
“Yeah…”, you start, taking a sip of your drink, it surely didn’t help your dry throat. You’re not even having fun here, you look like you’re waiting for someone who’s never going to come. “I didn’t even know Taeyong knew me. I was a bit surprised when he invited me.”, you blur out, trying your best to make a conversation.
“Actually, he told me he saw you a few times and thought you were cute.”, your friend says, a cheeky smile on his lips. The confession has heat burning your cheeks for a moment, lips parted. Taeyong ? The Lee Taeyong ? You think your friend’s pulling a prank on you but you know him enough, Johnny wouldn’t be the type to do that.
“I-. Wait, really ?”, you ask, dumbfounded. It’s the effect of your wish, you know it but, you clearly weren’t prepared for that. Do people like you now...Because of this ? Without knowing you, without ever talking to you ?
“Yeah, really ! You should go talk to him.”, you’ve known Johnny to be kind of the Cupid of his friend group and, he takes the role quite well. Pointing at a corner, you can distinguish one of their couches, occupied by Johnny’s friend group. Before you even know it, a gentle hand’s on your shoulder, helping you through the crowd, sweaty bodies dancing mindlessly, such a cliché.
You can’t even find a way to escape. Finally, you’re right in front of the said group. Boys and girls, all sat on the couch, some on the others, you would want to sit on someone in such heat. Some girls are hanging out with them too, flashing you a nice smile as you awkwardly stand next to Johnny, like a lost puppy.
“Look who I found !”, Johnny happily shouts, catching everyone’s attention. Then, you decide you hate it, too many eyes on you. A girl you don’t even know the name of sits straight and waves, “Y/N ! It’s nice to see you, it’s been so long !” Do you know her ? Her face’s vaguely familiar but at best, you might have seen her during a first year party. You hate it, entirely. All you can do is nod slowly as you feel your heart pics up, your palms grow sweaty. Taeyong’s in the middle, legs spread on the couch, he has one of his friends moving from his seat to give you some space. “Here, sit !”, he invites with a warm smile.
What can you do ? You obey, sitting down next to the young man. You need to sit down anyways, feeling the heat crash over your body, it makes your head light, your mouth dry. You sit in fear you’ll pass out. You can almost feel the energy being drained out of you. Maybe popularity isn’t for you. The music seems to fade away, just as your heart pumps in your ears again. It rings, something familiar now. Has the room always been this size ?
“Y/N ? What game do you prefer ?”, from the tone Johnny has, it’s probably the second time he’s asking you this and, before you can even find another solution or, the strength to socialise, you get up. He flashes you a look, Taeyong a curious one you can’t really see as he’s behind you.
“Can you please hold my drink, I need to go to the bathroom.”, you blur out.
“Oh, sure !”, always the nice one. Poor Johnny, you almost shove your glass in his hand, slashing some water on his fingers as he covers the opening. “First door on your right when you take these stairs.”, he says.
If you could, you would’ve ran to the bathroom. Your steps are stopped when you cut right through the dancing crowd, using your elbows to make your way. It’s crazy, how big their living room is and still, you manage to feel strapped, like the walls keep moving away from you, making it impossible to reach the stairs, the escape. You think someone drops a bit of their drink on your dress but you don’t really care at the moment, walking with quick steps when finally, you’re out of the circle.
Running up the stairs, your hand lands on the wet patch the unknown drink left at your side, nice.You don’t know what it is, it sticks to your fingers, probably sugary. Finally, the music seems to fade naturally when you reach the first floor, pushing the door of the bathroom without a second thought. As said, you’ve been to parties before, you know bathroom can be...unlocked and busy. Thankfully, no one’s there and you’re able to lock yourself in the bathroom, completely sheltering yourself.
Turning the light on, you quickly find the sink, hands gripping the border before you lean forward a bit, opening the faucet.
“Popularity isn’t for me.”, you tell yourself, eyes set on your reflection. Forehead sweaty, your makeup isn’t as good as it was when you left your dorm.
Even, is it your reflection ? It seems you can’t even find a safe place anymore. You can’t help the tears that gather in your eyes, small transparent pearls threatening to fall at any moment, you can’t even trust your own reflection. Something grips at your throat, makes it hard to breathe and all you can do is let your head fall down, trying to calm yourself by running your hands under the cold water.
You can’t even go back to your dorm, not wanting to see Jaehyun. It’s a mixture of fear and something else you can’t really identify, something that makes you regret acting in such a way. It’s crazy, how you almost thought things were going well for an actual entity you summoned. You guess you let things go to your head, forgetting the supernatural aspect of it all. You don’t think it has ever been so hard to see a future for yourself, so hard to find a solution to a problem, you feel stuck.
Between the four walls of a foreign bathroom, you finally let a sob tumble from your lips. You unsuccessfully try and muffle it against your wet palm but, it all makes it too hard to breathe. Harshly turning the faucet off, you desperately try to find a rhythm.
“Hey, kid.”
You almost jump out of your skin. Taking a step back from the sink, you don’t even look up. A voice you know too well by now but, this time is doesn’t sound as harsh. Did he really have to appear so suddenly ? He didn’t help your breathing and you make that known when you glare up at the entity.
“I didn’t mean to startle you.”, Jaehyun says. There’s something soft in his voice, something you surely are not used to. The mirror is much smaller here, you can only see from his upper body and has you focused on his face. Again, he’s good at hiding his emotions, cold face contracting with the tone in his voice.
“It’s okay.”, you finally breathe out, not wanting to fight or scream right at this moment. You don’t think you have the energy for, at least.
“Popularity really isn’t for you.”, he laughs and for once, it’s meant for you to laugh too. There’s a tired sigh tumbling from your lips, far from a laugh.
“What are you doing here ?”, you ask, though the answer is obvious.
“I told you, forever in the nearest mirror.”, he repeats and unlike yesterday, it doesn’t sound like a threat, more like a silent promise that he’ll watch over you. “Come closer.”
And you do, a lot less fearful. Separated by the sink, you stand at its edge.
“Don’t freak out, doll.”, the entity warns and, before you can even ask him why, he leans out. He leans out of the mirror. Though you don’t freak out, like he asked you, it still takes you by surprise. Mouth agape, the way he effortlessly lets his upper body detach from the mirror is hypnotising. He almost looks human, if it isn’t for his glass skin. The light of the bathroom reflects on the highest point of his cheek, you’d have to look a few minutes to understand if his skin’s pale or if he’s slightly translucide. Faded beauty marks and light freckles, you’d almost be able to count them.
“There, good.”, he coes softly when you blink slowly. Jaehyun looks so normal, like you’d be able to pick a fallen eyelash on his skin. From here, you can detail his glossy hands, the grey tint at the tip of his fingers and before you can search for any trace of veins on his arms, he cups your cheeks.
Skin cold, his hands a light touch like he isn’t sure if he should be touching you. The change in heat has you flinching for a second before relaxing, welcoming the cold trail his thumbs let under your tired eyes.
“Breathe with me, I don’t want to see you having a panic attack.”, he explains. And, you do. Soft breath falls at the bridge of your nose, drying the small drops of water the faucet left on your skin. Through his nose, out his mouth, the entity takes the time and waits for you to match his rhythm.
Jaehyun, Yoonoh, the entity you summoned is helping you calm down in the middle of a party you hate, that’s the thought you have to push away before finally, feeling yourself getting back to normal. Your heart regains somewhat of a normal rhythm, it stops ringing in your ears and most importantly, nothing restraints your throat. Then, you look up at the entity, big brown eyes checking up on your features, only then do you notice the small dots of gold near his pupil.
You back away.
Taking a step back, you detach your eyes from his own, he looks more alive out of his mirror and you’re not sure you want him so close. Or maybe, it’s the fact you do want him a bit closer that scares you. After all, he managed to calm you down easily, he’d almost pass as a normal student.
“Thank you.”, you manage to let out after swallowing down. After a small nod, he lets his body get swallowed back into the mirror. It’s crazy, how his appearance changes the slightest bit, enough that he loses the human like je ne sais quoi that made him familiar, friendlier almost.
“It’s alright, doll. I’ve had my fair share of people to calm down but usually, it’s during our first meeting.”, he jokes a bit, regaining his attitude when he’s sure you’re alright.
There’s a silence, a moment when you let the music come to your eyes, the setting sinks in your brain again. Johnny and his friends are probably waiting for you, you don’t even know how long you’ve been there. On the other side, Jaehyun takes a look at the bathroom you locked yourself in, sighing a bit at the music loudly blasting, making the walls vibrate every now and then. You now know how quick Jaehyun is to speak and, for the first time, you catch him, speaking at the same time.
“I should go home.”
“You should go home.”
“Nice shirt.”
“Holy fuck, Jaehyun. You need to stop doing that.”, jumping to the side, you almost drop the towel you were using to dry the wet ends of your hair.
Minutes after Jaehyun left the bathroom, you did the same. The party wasn’t an interesting one to you and so, you faked being sick to Johnny and his friends. Needless to say, many were disappointed for a reason you couldn’t really understand. At least, Johnny insisted on driving you to your dorm and soon enough, you found your safe space again.
Strangely, Jaehyun didn’t make his presence known when you entered the room, you were almost used to having him waiting with a sarcastic sentence at the tip of his tongue. Nevertheless, you hung a towel on the mirror of your bathroom and took a quick shower, slipping into freshly washed pyjamas so quickly you almost fell down.
Apparently, the young man decided to appear right when you stepped out of your bathroom, almost knocking your knee against some furniture. Easing yourself on your bed, you let your body at the edge, right in front of your mirror.
“But you always look like a cute deer caught in headlights. That’s the saying, right ?”, he asks, sitting down in front of you. You nod a bit, a slight smile on your face.
“Thank you again, for earlier.”, setting the towel aside, you let your legs dangle. You should probably try and sleep but, it seems Jaehyun isn’t thinking about leaving right now. The entity doesn’t answer, simply nodding, almost not wanting to address the gesture. “I thought you left.”, you tell him, being truthful for the first time.
“I was just mad.”, Jaehyun almost says, he almost voices his own emotions but decides against it.
“You shouldn’t have gone to his house.”, he says again. But, unlike yesterday, he doesn’t sound as mad, as angry. You sigh anyways, he sounds like a parent scowling you, but you guess he’d be too old for that.
But somehow, you know he isn’t really wrong. Eric didn’t even speak to you, nothing good came of it. Rather than voicing your opinion, you let your eyes travel to the side, avoiding the man’s gaze.
“He’s dangerous.”, he starts, playing with his rings again. If you were in his head, you’d be able to witness the dilemma he’s facing. However, Jaehyun picks rather quickly. “Do you remember what I told you ? What people wish for the most ?”, he asks.
It’s funny, Jaehyun always sounds like he’s questioning you, making sure you listen to him. “Love.”, you easily answer, attention picked.
“That was Eric’s second wish. But as I told you, it’s never true love, its a fake emotions, I can’t- I can not force such a powerful feeling onto someone. It always ends up badly. When Eric’s “dream girl” - like he called her - didn’t love him like he wanted her to, he got mad.”
By now, you know Jaehyun’s behaviour quite well. When he didn’t show much emotion while telling you the story of this unknown prince, the entity looks uncomfortable enough when thinking about Eric. Eyebrows raised, there’s a shiver that runs down your spine. The young man didn’t even say it and yet, you already know where it is going.
“He tried to kill her one night.”, he starts. For an entity who saw, experienced so much, you think it’s how fresh it all is that has him showing so much emotion.
Someone capable of murder, that’s who you visited without a second thought. The behavior, it all started to make sense. Your mouth hangs open for a moment before you find your words again. “Is she- Is she alright ?”, you ask first.
“She was, I do not know her whereabouts as of today.”, he continues, letting one of his rings roll between his fingers. “I couldn’t let him do it. I used my wish to teach him a lesson, showed him things that went straight through his thick skin. He managed to escape in time but he left me with his.”, before you can ask, the entity lifts his right sleeve a bit more. On his arm, the young man has a wound. Almost unrealistic, the cut doesn’t have a trace of blood but it seems forever frozen in this state, never healing. “Said I’d make him pay and that was enough to install fear, forever.”
The paranoia, the look in his eyes at Jaehyun’s name, everything added up. You almost feel like throwing up, you knew humanity had its vermin but never, never did you think they’d be so...close. You never thought you’d see the entity with morals. You’re glad he explained the reasons behind his actions, behind his behaviour.
“I didn’t- I didn’t know you would get hurt.”, you tell him, almost whispering.
“There’s a lot you don’t know about me.”, the entity simply replies. He isn’t wrong, reminding you of centuries he had before meeting you. You don’t even know his full name, or his story.
“Then tell me about yourself.”, you blur out, not thinking twice. For the first time, Jaehyun is taken back, blank expression on his face. The entity takes a few seconds to process your words and you continue, taking over the conversation for the first time. “Do you ever tell your story ?”
He probably never does, you wonder if it’s even a question to ask. Maybe too dark, too painful, you wonder for a second if the question won’t make him mad.
Finally, when the young man regains his attitude, he raises his eyebrows for a second, “People never ask me for it. I told you, humans are greedy creatures. They use me for their two wishes and try to forget about me.”
There’s something sad in his words. Now, you understand. He probably feels used, has to do people’s dirty work, grant without a word to say. Somehow, it manages to tighten your heart. Sure, a side of your brain reminds you of the entity he truly is but, another one can not help but feel sad, sad for the life he isn’t even leaving. “Tell me, I want to know.”
Unbeknownst to you, Jaehyun might feel the smallest spark of happiness. To be cared for. You’re probably asking out of politeness but god, does it feel nice to have someone asking you about your story. “Are you sure ?”, he asks anyways, fainting some arrogance, some detachment while he still can.
“I was a human once, cursed.”, the entity starts, almost nonchalant. Eyebrows raised, you can’t help the slight gasp that tumbles from your lips. “Cursed ?”
Scooting closer to the edge, the fear of being close to him slowly disappears.
He nods a bit, before fully getting into his story, one he never really talked about to anyone else, now that he thinks about it. “Was born a long time ago, there’s nothing interesting about my life, really.”, like he’s recalling some old, old memories, he looks up for a moment, eyebrows slightly furrowed. You don’t ask when he was born, letting him continue without stopping him.
“We’d get married quite young at that time.”, he notes.
“I was 23 and had a few choices but there was this girl.”, Jaehyun continues and you don’t think you’ve ever seen him like this, slight smile on his face, it’s clear he’s remembering fond memories. “Pretty brunette, her name was Haseul. We were in love.”
Love, something you for a moment thought the entity wasn’t capable of. Something flashes in his eyes, regret, probably. “We were supposed to get married but not everyone was happy with it. From the choices I had, there was this young lady, her name was Agnes.”, the young man says her name with venom on his tongue, you can now only imagine what she did.
“Agnes was supposedly madly in love with me and, when she found out me and Haseul were already talking about marriage, she did this.”, it’s like even after centuries, he isn’t quite able to put words on it. A deep sigh, the entity needs some seconds to find his words, leaning back on his hands.
“It was rumored that she was a witch, I never really believed it.”
Can you blame him ? You didn’t believe in him either, only days ago. Hands on the border of your bed, you lean a bit closer, captivated by the story. “What did she do ?”
“I don’t really know how but, she used black magic to curse me here. Forever stuck, if she couldn’t have me, no one could.”, he says, almost nonchalant. He probably accepted his faith long ago but for you, who just listened to his story, you have something tightening around your neck.
“He was a human too, once. Loved by the wrong person, punished for loving and giving himself to someone else. He ended up stuck for it, a faith you’d never wish upon anyone, not now that you know all the things he saw and experienced. Jaehyun didn’t even deserve it, you think it’s what saddens you the most.”
“Kid, are you alright ?”, Jaehyun asks, his head to the side. Fuck, you didn’t even have a second to hide the water building up at the corner of your eyes. Quickly using your shirt to dab the droplet away, you shake your head.
“Y-Yeah. It’s just...I didn’t know you were human before.”, you start and, he laughs a bit. He tells you he’s used to it, many misjudged him as a demon. “You didn’t deserve this.”, you mumble, feeling the lump in your throat grow as you force yourself to keep a straight face. It’s probably the lack of sleep and the recent events that have you on your nerves.
“And, can’t you wish to get out ?”, you ask. Somehow, god knows why, your brain tries to find a solution, probably the humanity in you speaking up. “Can’t I wish for you to get out.”
This seems to make the young man laugh, few locks falling in front of his eyes, he has to use his hand to push them back. “Ah, doll. You’re cute. Would you ever do that ?”, he asks, laughing. You don’t answer, would you ? Conflicted and yet, something tells you that you would.
You would, because you’re a good person, right ? You wouldn’t want someone stuck in such a way, you wouldn’t let someone innocent suffer if you could get them out. Is Jaehyun innocent ? All the things he did, he had to. But again, he did trap people with him, didn’t he ?
Two sides fight, relentless in your brain but somehow, the way he’s looking at you with malice, like he already knows you won’t do it has you nodding.
You nod and, it has the power to make the entity’s eyebrows raise a bit, a slight smile on his rosy lips.
“It’s not how it works.”, he finally says.
“Is there a way to get out ?”, you’re too curious. If there was a way to get him out, would you do it ? You push the thought away, not wanting to question your morals, not right now.
Probably sensing the conflict you’re going through, Jaehyun shrugs. “There is, but you don’t need to know.” At this point, the young man knows what he’s doing. He pokes your curiosity, makes you want and need to know more. Obviously, it works. “Tell me !”
“It’s a ritual. It’s a bit gruesome, I don’t think you want to hear it now, darling. Requires someone’s blood, someone who truly loves me. See, the witch thought no one would ever love me as much as she did.”, Jaehyun explains, detailing your reactions at his words. Something twists at your stomach, blood ? An old ritual, you can’t even begin to think about all the things necessary. Someone who truly loves him, a big requirement when people summon him only to use him, never getting to know the entity. Again, can you really blame them ?
“See, nothing really interesting.”, Jaehyun concludes, “But you, darling. Tell me about yourself.”
Monday night.
Days trying to function with little to no sleep, days with little to no privacy. You think it’s what you miss the most, privacy. Sure, you could put a towel up on your mirror whenever you took a shower but see, you couldn’t take long showers, longs baths. You always feared Jaehyun would appear out of nowhere, manage to get the towel out and then, then what ? And yes, Jaehyun never did that before, only time he truly appeared without you being prepared for it was last night, during the party but, it was for a good cause.
Right now, laying in your bed, sheet almost entirely covering your face, it’s another time of privacy you’re longing for. See, you don’t remember the last time you touched yourself. Alright, maybe that’s a hyperbola, you do remember but it seems so, so far away.
Few hours of sleep and so many events you can’t even talk about to your friends have you feeling almost jetlagged, having to check your phone for the hour and day.
Staring at your ceiling, a deep sigh leaves your lips. You can’t sleep, you can not sleep at all and you have a trip to your home town tomorrow, things to do that require all your brain power. Your brain and body won’t fall into Morpheus’ arms and, you know exactly why. You need it, you need an orgasm so, so bad.
It had been on your mind for a while now, it had been clouding your mind for hours now, actually.
Hanging out with your friend today did help quite a bit, helping your brain think about anything else. But now, alone in the the middle of your bed, you can’t deny. Your body doesn’t lie to you, the way you have to close your thighs, the way your hands dangerously move inch by inch towards the center of the problem. Your mind does not lie to you either, foggy images, too clear and loud thoughts.
Yes, you could give in, let your body and mind have what it graves. But, another problem’s right in front of you. The mirror Jaehyun would usually occupy. Fuck, he never announces himself, he never tell you when he’s coming. What if he just...Pops up again ?
However, you found a loophole. If your phone doesn’t work when Jaehyun is here, in your mirror, whether you see him or not, the object starts working again when he fully leaves. God knows where he goes, who’s mirror he haunts but at the very least, you know when he isn’t there, right ?
God, you know it’d put you to sleep. Picking your phone up, it’s clear the device’s working exactly like it should. You could be quick with it, right ? Two in the morning, you don’t see why Jaehyun would come back now, you really don’t.
And, fuck it.
The pale moonlight freely enters your bedroom, helping you distinguish the furniture in your dorm, letting you keep an eye on your mirror just in case.
Ditching your heavy blanket to the side, you let the cold air brush over your naked legs. You managed to get out of your pants a bit earlier, struggling with the heat under your sheets. Your right hand softly lands on your closed core, immediately making your leg raise. Planting your foot on your mattress.
Your index slowly traces your lips, over the already wet fabric. God, it’s been so long and you’re already wet. You barely needed to find a memory to get off to for that. The tip of your finger easily finds your bud of nerves, lightly pressing. The small gesture has you gasping softly, keeping your voice low enough.
Enough of teasing yourself, you do not think you have time for this, nor the patience. Pushing your panties aside, you ease a finger between your lips. Finally, some friction. It is not long until you add a second finger to the mix, using a rhythm you know would get you off quickly.
Biting down on your lower lip, you have to breathe through your nose, out your mouth to keep your whines quiet enough. Strangely enough, you find yourself thinking back to Jaehyun’s breathing, how his cold hands cupped your face so gently.
In and out, you let a mewl out, unable to muffle it. His cold, ring hugged fingers, wouldn’t they feel so, so nice on your burning skin ?
Oh, what are you even thinking about ? You should not, you can’t. Find something else to think about, another boy to hold your fantasies. It shouldn’t be so hard, right ? It’s almost pathetic, how your mind manages to go through a list of boys you know or once you and yet, the one that has been shaking your life up keeps numbing your mind.
Don’t give in to your thoughts, a side of your brain yells at you.
But there's nothing wrong in this, is it ? A little secret to keep to yourself, just like you’re keeping Jaehyun a secret from everyone.
Fuck, you can’t find your clouded mind at this very moment, you almost give it, let your fingers move faster with a picture pecfect imagine of glossy fingers, shamlesly, a name you never thought you’d moan tumbles from your lips. If only, if only you’d notice the weak flashing of your phone’s screen, the drained battery on the black screen for a few seconds before it went dead. If only you’d notice.
“Well. What do we have here ?”, you almost jump out of your skin, you almost have a heart attack right here.
You knew it, you knew you shouldn’t have done it. In a quick motion, you try and grab onto your sheet but, Jaehyun’s voice stops you. Frim, it’s an order he gives you. “Oh no, don’t try and hide yourself now.”
Fingers naturally slowing down, you can’t help the pathetic whisper that leaves from your mouth when you lose the so needed friction. Even if the young man tells you not to hide, you have to close your legs again.
You think you’d be mortified, completely frozen but, it’s pure frustration that crashes over you.
“God, Jaehyun ! Can’t you warm before ?”, you groaned, your left hand on your forehead. Your right hand, on the other side, grips the thin sheet under your body. You’re probably staining but, you clearly don’t care right now.
There’s a low chuckle from the entity, he doesn’t even seem fazed at all. Taking a final step closer to the mirror, something flashes in his eyes. “You’re the one who called me.”, he points out. His own fingers gaze over his jawline and you almost slap yourself, you shouldn’t have such thoughts. But they do look so, so inviting.
Did you call him ? Oh, you did, without even realising.
“I heard you.”, he hums, arrogant. He seems so, so amused by the situation. Pearly white teeth bite down on his lower lip for the faintest of second, crossing his arms over his chest. “Ah, I thought you were calling me because you were in danger, doll. But here you are, touching yourself and moaning my name ? What a dirty, naughty little slut.”, the nickname rolls out his tongue too easily, it strikes right, numb your brain even more.
There’s no point in denying it but, somehow, you try and act like his words aren’t affecting you at this very moment, like he does have your thighs closing, core aching. “Don’t call me that.”, you try, breathless.
Only then do you notice the change, the sudden heat in your bedroom.
A smirk grows on his rosy lips, “Why ? You clearly like it.”
“Go away.”, you try, half believing it.
“You don’t want me to. Why leave when you were moaning my name ?”, he barks right back. Clearly, the back and forth amuses him, it fires him up, he loves when they put up a fight, even already lost.
You stay silent for a moment, unable to find words, a sentence that could make sense. “Come on, doll. Show me.”
That voice, you don’t know if you heard it before. Sultry, soft, it feels like velvet. Smooth, inviting, he has you hypnosed and, before you know it, your legs fall open. Heart pumping rapidly in your chest, its excitement that pumps into your vein but, you don’t want to admit it yet.
Oh, the joy and cockiness that flashes in the brunette’s eyes. You think it’s the growl he lets out that takes your breath away, legs trembling. “Come closer, darling. Let me see you.”
And you do. Just like last night, you scoot closer until your legs are dangling from your bed. It’s lust speaking, lust acting on your numbed, dizzy mind when your thighs spread open for him to see.
“Pretty.”, he notes and, before you think about doubting your actions, ask him what the two of you are doing at this very moment, he continues. “Show me what you were doing.”
Under his eyes, your right hand finds your drenched core again, hooking the fabric of your underwear to the side, you easily let your two fingers part your core before slipping them in. There’s no point in hiding your moans anymore, soft whispers tumbling from your lips.
“God, you’re so wet.”, he notes. “Faster, fuck yourself faster.”, Jaehyun orders lowly. Captivated by his voice, you do, fingers moving at a rapid pace. It feels too good, surreal, almost.
“Jaehyun, what are we-.”, you start, though it turns in a moan.
“Sht, shut up. ‘m trying to make you feel good, yeah ? Isn’t that what you wanted ?”, it is, you think to yourself. The side of your brain, desperately trying to fight against it finally lets go, gives in into the pleasure.
“There you go.”, he hums happily once your head hangs backwards. “Tell me, what are you thinking about ?”
The words get caught in your throat. Eyes heavy, you need a few seconds before being able to speak up again. “Your fingers.”, you admit, any ounce of shame finally leaving your body. It accepts the pleasure Jaehyun is guiding you towards. “Slow down.”, he instructs and, you do so, a small pout on your lips.
“Look at that. Who thought you’d beg me to let you cum some days ago ? Weren’t you the one who pulled a knife on me ?”, he coes. He isn’t wrong, you whine softly at the slow rhythm you now have to keep up with.
“Jaehyun, please.”, you whine out. Tired, sensitive, you’re on the bridge, only waiting for him to let you fall.
“Please, what ?”, what he does next almost has you moaning. Leaning out of the mirror, his skin goes glossy again, just like in the frat house’s bathroom. Shining under the moonlight, his upper body’s so close. The same human like je ne sais quoi, one that has you leaning closer, closer to him.
The coldest of his fingers, what you were thinking about seconds ago, you feel them again. In the dead of the night, skin burning, the entity places his hand right around your neck.
He isn’t even pressing and yet, he manages to get your breathing uneven. “Please what, doll ?”, he asks again, almost archly.
“Please, let me come, please.”, you beg, throwing any shame and dignity out of your opened window.
Clearly appeased and glad by your words, the brunette lets his fingers press harder, harder. Cutting your airways, he tilts your head up, enough that you feel obligated to look at him. “Come on, make yourself cum.”
Face close, he’s millimeters away, lips brushing against yours but never does he kiss you. Keeping his right hand around your throat, his left hand guides your fingers, helping you, guiding you.
“Pretty little thing.”, he coes the moment he feels you twitching. Pretty brown eyes set on you, he details, drinks in any one of your expressions. Under his gaze, you take minutes to hit it. Your orgasm is an intense one, crashes over your body, Jaehyun has to let you breathe.
“There you go.”, voice soft, it sounds far, far away. You take minutes to come down, minutes for your mind to clear again.
“Sht, it’s alright.”, you can hear the smirk in his voice and, before you can point it out, sleep knocks you out.
Realization, it’s realization that crashes over you the next morning. Or rather, the next afternoon. It’s around one in the afternoon when you wake up, sunlight freely entering in your room. Birds, voices, cars, the city’s wide awake and shakes you up.
Truthfully, you’d rather not wake up today.
Your gaze falls on your phone, battery intact and on, the multiple texts you have from your family makes you understand. You missed your train, great. Even better, you remember last night.
Is it regret ? Rather something else you don’t understand. You don’t really regret what happened, rather fear what will happen next. Jaehyun isn’t human, not anymore at least. Stuck in a mirror, he’s bound to leave at some point. He’s an entity, doesn’t that clash with your morals ?
Your brain goes miles an hour and you aren’t even able to stop it. Maybe, maybe a shower could help ? You need to get ready anyways. Family’s waiting, worried for you and here you are, stomach empty hanging a towel on the mirror of your bathroom.
What the fuck did you do ? That’s the question that keeps turning again and again in your head. But, it didn’t hurt anyone, right ? God, the grey area you’re in has you in a headache in minutes.
Do you want him to leave, or not ? It’s a hard question, one you can’t answer, even at the end of your shower.
Shouldn’t you want him to leave ? Isn’t he supposed to be a scary legend ? That’s the problem. He isn’t so scary, he isn’t so mean and cold.
But again, he’s an entity.
Tumbling in your bedroom, your hand runs in your hair out of pure frustration, passing back and forth in the hallway that connects your bed and bathroom, where Jaehyun cannot see you. It’s funny, you look like him now.
Are you becoming like him ? Or worse, like Eric ? You don’t even have a wish right now. It’s then that you do what you’re best, or worse at doing, You act on impulse.
Walking right in front of your mirror, you take a deep breath. You think the sweat gathering at your hairline’s going to ruin your makeup, the outfit you chose to wear isn’t appropriate for the weather. Anyways, you try your best a firm voice and call, “Jaehyun.”
On cue, he appears. Slight smirk on his face, he looks too pleased, probably because of last night’s event. Is it a smirk or, a genuine smile ? That, you can’t really tell. The brunette told you, you were easy to read and before you can understand his emotions, he understands your own. His smile fades into something more serious, catching up. Something’s wrong.
“Yes ?”, he asks, almost carefully. He never saw you like this, there’s a spark in your eyes he isn’t able to understand. Confusion, regret, fear, frustration ?
“I have my last wish.”, you tell him. Your heart’s heavy, for some reason. You shouldn’t be really, you think you found a solution to your problem, didn’t you ? “I want everything to go back to normal. Take back my popularity.”, you tell him in one go, once you have the courage to.
For a second, you see amusement flashing in his eyes, like he’s about to make fun of your wish. Actually, he was about to, question you before he catches on. He catches on way too quickly. Amusement quickly turns to...Disappointment, anger. His eyes quickly travel from your eyes to a point in your room you can’t see, back to your eyes. Features twisted, his breathing slightly changes, so does the temperature in the room.
“I know what you’re trying to do.”, it’s a growl, a dip in his tone that mimics the shift in the temperature, suddenly getting colder.
The limp in your throat doesn’t help, cold sweat probably ruins your makeup as you try your best to keep your composure.
“Jaehyun, it’s-”, you try, almost turning desperate. Your words get caught when he takes a step closer, you know he can and might lean out but he doesn’t do it, yet.
“You’re trying trying to get rid of me.”, it’s laced with anger. Anger, venom and disappointment. It’s the lather that has your heart breaking. You’re human after all, it’s only natural that you feel bad about your decision.
“I’m not trying to get rid of you ! It’s just that, after last night…”, you can’t even explain yourself, you’re unable to put words into your feelings.
“I knew it, you’re like everyone else.”, he spits out. His nose crunches up, disgusted. The young man looks down at you, eyebrows furrow, lips twisting. “Using me.”, the words echo in your room, he uses every mirror to let you know.
“Jaehyun, stop.”, you beg. You beg, tears in your eyes. Obviously, he doesn’t. He has it heavy on his chest, he’ll speak even if you don’t hear him.
“Using me to get what you want, only to ditch me. Leave me. Forget about me.”, anger clear in his voice, it’s loud, louder than what a normal man could be. The slight fog around his body grows thicker, darker, almost threatening. Goosebumps on your arms, the shirt you’re wearing doesn’t help how cold you’re feeling.
“I don’t want to forget you !”, you choke between tears, freely letting them fall down your cheeks. “You don’t understand ! You can’t - You can’t stay with me forever.” You hiccup, using your fingers to dry your tears.
Jaehyun doesn’t answer, Adam’s Apple bobbing up and down as he blinks slowly. Anger has his jaw tight, chest raising up and down at a steady rhythm.
“I could’ve.”, he argues but it’s clear he half believes it. He couldn’t stay forever by your side, you wouldn’t be able to live your life in such a way. Shooting him a look that says it all, he doesn’t argue, he doesn’t continue. “You said your wish anyways. So be it.”
Unlike last time, it isn’t as happy, isn’t as fierce. It’s abandonment, he has to anyways. The glow behind him changes, shifts.
You can’t feel the changes of your wish right away. Jaehyun stays a cold face, almost refusing to look at you. The breath you didn’t know you were holding gets out in a sigh, your shoulders flopping down.
Silence. Silence for seconds while he looks to the side.
And suddenly, he turns around again, looking right into your eyes. “I have my wish, too.”, he says, coldly.
Before you can even argue, help him find something, offer one yourself, he cuts you off. Letting his hand out of the mirror, he doesn’t even completely lean out.
Looking down at his hand, you already know. You know what he’s going to ask for. “Jaehyun…”, you try, voice small. You don't want to cry again, throat completely cut.
“I want a dance, darling.”, he says, nickname sounding cold. You were expecting this wish, somewhere in the back of your mind, you’d think that maybe, he wouldn’t want to let you go. Nonetheless, it still tightens you heart, makes it pound in your chest.
If you could drop to your knees at this very moment, you would. But your body’s frozen, stuck in place. The plea you whisper isn’t of any use. You’re obligated to, before you even know it, your body’s pushed.
Your hand lands in his, cold skin against your own. Touch gentle, he guides you towards him.
To effortlessly move into another world, it feels like crossing a thin waterfall. You have to close your eyes when Jaehyun gently pulls your body towards the mirror. For a second, you don’t open your eyes, not knowing what to expect. Entire, pitch black room ? Jaehyun’s true appearance ? You don’t know, you can’t even begin to imagine.
Your laced hands in the air, Jaehyun’s left hand placed itself in your back, classic position for a slow dance. “Y/N.”, he calls softly, too softly for the wish he just asked for.
You look up.
He looks normal, entirely human. No more glossy skin, you can see every small detail, every long lash, every freckle, deep dimples on each side of his lips. Milky skin, rosy lips. He doesn’t look as mad as he did previously, like having you right next to him managed to appease him. Unable to answer, you only look into his eyes. Even brighter, brown and golden sparks, the light he was lacking before is here, fully. He looks alive.
When you don’t answer, a song starts playing, one you quickly recognise. Sway. It sounds far away, like a distant dream, it resonates. Only then, do you have the guts to look around.
Jaehyun’s wearing the same clothes, around you, everything looks glossy. Glass walls without an edge, you could make the faintest outline of a castle, golden lights and pretty chandelier. Heavy, the pictures look wavy, like casted upon a distorted mirror. You can’t recognise not make anything else up. But, what takes you back, rips a gasp out of your lips, are the people.
Dozens of people dancing, slowly to the song. They mimic you and Jaehyun’s movements as he guides you, makes you sway, bend under his expert hands. All those people dancing and yet, they all look empty. It’s only when your eyes fall upon a man, dressed in royal uniform that you understand. All these people, he trapped them all with him.
You gasp and, as you’re about to question him, he speaks up. “Darling, look at me.”, he demands.
When you do, he meets you with a soft smile, comprehensive look in his eyes. “I understand, I understand why you did it.”, he starts. Finally, you’re the one to break him off. It’s clear he’s the one guiding your body, you don’t think you have any control over it at this very moment. He makes you dance in his makeshift castle, the only place he can rule over.
“I didn’t know what do to.”, you confess. Do you want to leave him ? No. But the grey area it leaves you in keeps hurting your brain, thorns you apart every second. “My intentions were never to use you.”, you tell him, gulping down as you pass a couple twirling, clearly from different centuries. Jaehyun knows, the words he let out of pure anger, he did not think them one bit. After all, you didn’t even know what to wish for.
“I know.”, he calmly says. Face close to yours, you don’t mind the proximity. “Enjoy the moment with me. Please, doll.”
How can you truly enjoy the moment when you’re sure he’s going to trap you at any moment, have you stuck with him forever ? You almost lean into the idea, give in. You know this song well enough, the end is near and all you can do is look up into Jaehyun’s eyes. If he wants you here, you can not fight it. Can you ?
The entity has his eyes closed, forehead against your own. Softly, he whispers out only for you to hear. “It was a pleasure meeting you. Thank you for making me feel love again.”, he starts. “But I can not be selfish.” Before you can let something out, his lips softly press against the bone of your cheek and, his hands let you free to move, moments before the end of the song.
An arm in front of his, he bows down with a slight smile. It isn’t hard to see the sadness he isn’t hiding. “I guess this is a goodbye. Go, run.”
You have well enough time and, when you understand that, you run, just like he asked. Heart pumping, you run, run towards the small frame where you can see the outline of your bedroom and, before you know it, the same waterfall. The sudden shift has you tumbling down, dropping to your knees.
“Jaehyun !”, you don’t care about your voice right now, you scream loud enough. Down on the fall, facing your mirror, Jaehyun faces you again, squatting down like he loves to do. The same sad smile on his face. Your hand flat on the surface, you hit your mirror like you’re hitting a window. You see it, he’s facing, slowly. Translucid, it’s a question of seconds before he’s entirely gone. Then, when tears fill your eyes, an invisible hand twist your heart, you understand.
Again and again, you tap on the glass.
“I’ll get you out, I promise !”
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the word that starts with an L.
Pairing : Five Hargreeves x reader
Request : “Hola! 🌻🐣 Klaus and Allison throw a party at a mansion. Reader is talking to people аnd dancing with a wide smile (they just want to forget all of their worries for a moment) and Five is just admire them from the corner of a bar. After a while Reader cannot find Five in a crowd, so they go to the Fives room and, suddenly, teleports at the roof. There are Christmas lights everywhere and slow music thumped through the small open window. Reader and Five just dancing there and talk all night.”
“hiii !!! could you write a five fic about maybe just like christmas?? like just fluff and more fluff 😂😂 maybe they celebrate with family and five is being a di*k like always and being sarcastic and all and he gives the reader a present but it's like a general one youd expect from family like a book or somethinf but then they go to his room and he gives the reader their actual present and it's like an inside joke or just really sweet?? idkkk I'm sorry if this is too specific or something.”
words : 1661
warnings : swearing
A/N : yes, I am combining two requests since they seem to have about the same premise? Hopefully they find this. Sorry if this seemed rushed, I was panicking because I was severely lacking in original content and I still had a lot more requests to go. I’m so sorry.
So there you were. Dressed up in a red and white dress that sparkled under the moonlight, sighing to yourself. This is the most discomfort you’ve felt in a long time, since you never got around to doing anything actually productive besides your part time job.
Though, that part time job did right by you.
You met a boy. A man, perhaps. He seemed scrawny, had gorgeous cornflower blue eyes and the best smile to match it. After your interesting yet ego-wrecking conversation with him, you both exhange numbers and have never gone a day without chatting since.
You arrive at the address he provided you, alarmed by the magnificent house. While he did look rich, you weren’t thinking this rich.
You knock at the door, waiting for a response patiently and a tall ropy guy appears. You were puzzled at his size as he asks for your name. You gladly give it to him and he greets you with warm smile, welcoming you in. The place was gorgeous. Seemingly old but well-polished antiques laid around, and every wall and corner of the house reminded you of the victorian era aesthetic.
All for one boy? You thought to yourself.
“Cool, right?” The ropy man asks. “We haven’t thrown a party in ages.”
“We?” You question.
“Yeah—Me, Allison, Vanya, Klaus, Diego, Five. Which one of those brought you here?” He listed.
“F-Five,” You stutter, soon wondering why Five was the only one named after a number.
The tall man blinked at you, frowning in confusion. “Woah. Holy damn.”
“What?”
“Nothing I just ... I didn’t think the grump would even participate in this party in the first place, let alone have such a stunning woman as his plus one.”
“Haha, we’re just friends but thanks, I’m flattered,” You sniggered, looking around at the dazzling place once more.
“Hey gorilla brain,” You hear a familiar voice call. “She’s a smart one, try not to lower her iq with your presence yeah?”
“Like I said, grump,” He whispers, briskly taking his leave right after. You chuckle at his remark.
Just as soon as he left, the familiar boy approached you, now wearing a suit and tie. He looked professional in it.
“Five!” You exclaim in excitement. “I was wondering if you were going to see me.”
“Of course I would; everyone else in this party were invited by my braindead siblings. You’re all I have,” he looked up at you with his stunning cerulean eyes.
After a few seconds of silence, you soon notice Five frowning as he looked around. “It’s too crowded. Would you like to go somewhere else?”
“Sure,” you chortled. “Use your ‘powers’ or something.”
“If you say so.” He takes you by the waist and a bright light blinded you as you ended up in a smaller room with blue everywhere.
“Wait—wait what—”
“I told you I had powers.”
“Those exist?!” You shrieked. “I—I was just joking I didn’t—”
“Expect that? Yeah. I know, but I’m honestly really not in the mood to explain how it came about so, if you could do me a favor to save it for another day that would be splendid,” Five smiled ever so slightly, and you hated to admit it but it was the same smile he gave you that day that reeled you in.
You both hear ball music from downstairs interrupt the silence that cam after.
“Care to dance?” He held out his hand.
You were stunned by this question as you were when he teleported, as Five has never come off as the gentleman type to you, but maybe that’s because most conversations between the both of you were over the phone.
you roll your eyes as you couldn’t help but smile. “Like you’d really want to dance with me.”
“Why not?”
“Do you even know how to dance? It isn’t like you at all,” you jabbered, folding your arms.
Five bowed quite low, his hand still extending out for your touch. “Try me.”
You bit your lip, shaking your head slightly as you were quite mad at yourself for smiling all this while. You took his hand, and he soon pulled you in by the waist.
You felt as he led you and himself through the music, swaying and moving to every beat. He was surprisingly good at it.
He dipped you, holding you up by your arm as his face was inches away from yours. He pulled you upright again as the music continued on.
The warmth in his arms was intoxicating, if you were being honest. Maybe it’s because you simply haven’t been with a man in a long time but there was something about Five that intrigued you.
“Where’d you learn to dance so well?”
“My dead father decided it was a useful skill to learn as superheroes fighting crime when we were younger.”
He finally let you go after swaying for , the music coming to an end. You hated that you missed the feeling, but you couldn’t help but long for the feeling again.
Five sat down at his bed, sighing as his eyes seemed to look to far lands.
“What’s in that pretty little head of yours?” You chuckle, sitting beside him as your eyes refused to peel itself away from the sight of him.
“Why do you ask so many questions?” He shot back.
“For someone with a seemingly high reputation your patience is comparible to that of a cell.”
He smiled, letting out a short humming sound. “If I told you you would think I’m crazy.”
“I like crazy,” You began, “Why do you think I exchanged numbers with you?”
Five chuckled, but it didn’t last long as his face faded back to melancholy. “I spent forty five years ... alone, in ruins, scrapping for anything that could keep me alive ... I don’t remember how it feels like to be with people anymore. Like, real, talking, breathing people. I don’t know what I’m feeling right now if it’s just ... longing for company or ... whatever that word is ... the one that starts with L?”
You were baffled at first and thought he was pulling some kind of sick joke. However, the look on his face pulled at your heartstrings to beat just a little faster than it should have.
“I don’t want to say it. Words I don’t understand seems so filthy for me to use,” Five explained.
“Then don’t use it,” You proclaim haphazardly. “Let’s just crave for each other’s attention and company, and exchange hugs for the night. Yeah? I don’t know what you’ve been through but if you can teleport here somehow, then anything’s possible right?”
“I ... ”
“Even if it means falling in love without knowing the meaning,” You finish, putting your hand on his.
“You’re so ... pretty,” He says out of the blue, his eyes exploring every corner of your neck up. “I’m sorry, I just—”
“You’re not bad yourself, hargreeves.”
There was a long pause after you both exchange smiles and glances.
“Hey ... you know you’re not alone anymore, right?”
Five looks up. He nods. “I just don’t know how I could waste my time on such a wasteland when there was no meaning to it—I just—”
“Always remind your family of how lonely you’ve been. Always make sure they feel even the smallest ounce of pain you have for each night you’ve shivered in the rubble, just trying to get even a blink’s worth of sleep. You’ll never feel lonely ever again.”
“How could I? I’m with you now, anyway,” He snickered. “You always make me feel at home even if our conversations happen miles apart from each other.”
You held up your arm signaling for a hug, which he gladly takes. You notice is his head inches closer to the crook of your neck, feeling him breathe.
“Oh yeah; I know you want to be an author so I got you this,” Five pulls out a blood red fountain pen that was lined with gold on the edges.
“Is this .... is this real?” You question, unabke to believe the shine in the pen.
“Yeah. Real expensive but I expect nothing in return,” Five hands you a notebook. “I know you wanna test it out.”
Just then, you both noticed how the music soon got too loud for you both sit in peace, so Five blinked to the roof where it was flat.
You test out the gorgeous pen, profusely thanking Five for the extravagant gift. You both glanced up at the sky, questioning how the stars seemed to gleam brighter that night.
“Kiss me once and kiss my twice and kiss me once again ... ”
“Five Hargreeves are you ...?”
“Singing? Wow, how could I?” Five questioned in an overly sarcastic tone.
“That’s an old song.”
“Came to my mind.”
“Out of all the songs ... ”
“I was thinking I would love if it would happen.”
You glance at him, eyebrows raised as your jaw dropped slightly. He smiles charmingly, the type of smile that would get you on your knees but also have you dying from fluffiness.
“You would, wouldn’t you?”
“Don’t pretend you weren’t just looking at my lips.”
You look away from his sea blue eyes, noticing how it’s really started to hypnotize you. “What happens afterwards? What’s the point of this?”
“There’s only one way to find out, isn’t there?” He gently puts a finger to your chin, making you face him again. His face was less than an inch from yours, and you hated how much you wanted it.
You smiled, him finally closing the pesky gap both your lips hated. You could feel the man’s smirk against your lips, and it just made you wrap your arms around his neck.
And finally,
after the longest time in your life,
You felt okay.
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|UNWRAP ME| M|
Pairing : Jimin X Reader (Ft a lil Tae)
“There’s a bow on my panties because my ass is a present!”
About- Honestly, you were just trying to prep gift bags for your company’s holiday party! But Jimins stressed, and needs a little brain reset sooo….I guess we’re prepping gift bags later!
Or- The company has quite a few deadlines to hit before you guys close for the holiday! Jimin’s in charge of talent and everybody’s fucking up…but in your line of work it’s a domino affect! So if his crew falls behind ultimately everybody’s behind! Hints Jimin’s stress and frustration....
WC: Sneak peek (1k)
WARNINGS: (FULL THING): Teasing, light edging, dirty talk, top/bottom OC, top/power bottom Jimin, hand restraints, unprotected sex, over stimulation, fingering (F receiving), biting/marking kink, VERY light degration kink (he playfully calls her a “little bitch/slut” once) light come play, light spanking
FINAL NOTE: This is a stand alone smut drabble within my OT7 poly universe called “7 DEEP”. Short AU SUMMARY: Your husband Namjoon and yourself run a successful Adult Film Entertainment Company called “Onyx” with your 5 best friends from college who you also happen to be in an open relationship with! P.S. If you’re new here Kookie joins the party a little later….
*Pierced Jimin/Red haired “Dope” Era Jimin meets 2020 Jimin!?
*Also it should go without being said but Jimin, IS Westernized, he’s from LA in this ffs!
*In true Rocki fashion I decided to do holidy prompts late af & did not finish in time for the main Holiday but w/e! Note, there is some backstory here bc this was set to be the 1st of 3 holiday prompts!** ___________________________________________________
Sunday, December 14TH, 4PM
“Alright, so you wanna hear some bullshit?!”
K, well that’s apparently Jimin, musing around a mouth full of fries! I love how no one even bothers to knock, give notice they just show the fuck up! Whenever...
Cute.
I swear it sounds like your running a damn liquor store because there’s an obnoxious amount of bells and mistletoe hanging above the door almost acting as a doorbell at this point. Just casually Fa-la-laing together, echoing throughout your entire apartment every damn time the door opens! Honestly, your slowly regretting giving Jin and Tae free reign with decorations because that shits annoying as all hell!
Gaze still focused on your original task, not even looking in his direction “Don’t trip over the-“ There's a loud thud, followed by an obscene groan, accompanied by an even louder “Fuckkk!” Which solidified he did in fact trip over the ....
“....Box with Jin’s other Christmas tree in it ...” The words kinda died off your tongue at this point because well, clearly the warning did not fare well! “If anything’s broken I’m totally snitching just so we’re clear” Sassing over a half empty glass of spiked eggnog.
Now that you’ve finally looked at him, you find yourself hiding a smirk behind your cocktail as well! The boy is fine, you’d give him that! Looking like a model off duty, in his low cut white v, neck hidden beneath a distressed leather jacket! Topping off the look with a pair of chunky combats and disrespectfully tight dark wash denim jeans! I swear they damn near looked painted on, aviators resting on the bridge of his nose! Gucci backpack slung over his shoulder, Starbucks in one hand, and some brown bag full of grease in the other! Jimin recently went back red, looking dangerously close to the same 18 year old you met, at UCLA almost years ago now! Just a boujier version, it’s like this Jimin’s from Calabasas instead of the Bay! Though your down for both options if we’re being real!
Not that Jimin’s not equally as good of company as well, you were honestly just expecting Tae! The two of you were starting to put together the gift bags for next week's holiday party! Hints the hot ass mess all over the floor of your living room, it’s a disgusting pile of shopping bags and boxes! Everything from Amazon to Saks Fifth, at this point you aren’t even sure where the fuck your floor starts or ends! One thing you do know for damn sure is Hobi’s going to have an aneurysm If he sees it! Sooo, hopefully Tae shows up sooner than later...
It’s become a tradition, or at least since the companies been profitable enough to do so! First off, you’re love language has always been a combination of “Gifts” and “Acts of service, so shit like this is essentially second nature!
However, quality time has slowly slipped its way into the mix over the past couple of years as well! Especially considering it’s almost a luxury for the seven of you at this point but you try not to complain! I mean Namjoon and yourself just did an interview last week for Forbes 30 under 30 for fucks sake! But anyway, like I was originally saying this little party is your way of trying to give your staff a combination of all 3 said love languages!
Above everything else you all work your asses off well, aware this is far from a 9-5, yet they give you their best constantly! Yeah, it was built on the backs of you and your boys but it wouldn’t be were it is now without everyone else! So, with that being said the schedule is as follows!
1.Bust ass and hit all of your year end deadlines by December 22nd.
2.The holiday party is on the 23rd...
3. Thennnnnn....after that the companies closed until the 2nd of January!
Well kinda, if we’re being real the 7 of you never fully stop working, but you damn sure plan to try! I guess it’s the beauty and the curse of having damn near everything accessible on your phone! I swear this morning Joon was washing your back whilst you read him the latest profit/loss update from Jin soooo......that’s that!
Everyone else however....off duty with pay!
Which brings us back to the original task at hand before Jimin showed up,prepping the gift bags that get handed out at said holiday party! The invite list is pretty exclusive honestly,outside of your staff, and there plus one, the other guests are typically the immediate crew/ talent used throughout the year on various productions! Oh, there’s also special little packages mailed out to a couple of the company's sponsors as well! So all together were looking at at least 100 gift bags give or take! Of course at this stage you guys go all out but that’s not what it’s about! It’s legitimately the thought that counts!
Little gestures like this just remind people that you care,that they’re on your mind even if they aren’t currently doing you a favor! That’s what sets Onyx apart, all the little things you do without even thinking about it! Coffee, donuts, catering on set for long shoots,or even the little kits Jimin brings with him to set for the models! Fully stocked with soothing cream, heating pads, the full nine! It’s actually sad how much of a rarity it is in your line of work!
Obviously, it goes without saying that those types of gestures aren’t feasible for everyone....However there’s companies worth more than you that do amples less!
But anyway back to Jimin and Tae! As I mentioned when the door originally opened you were expecting a mop of silver locks as opposed to red! Baby boy ran out to pick up the custom gift bags from this Indie vendor in WeHo. Hint’s why you were expecting Tae instead, now, why Jimins here I have no damn idea! Clearly we’re about to find out and apparently it’s “Some Bullshit!”
Honestly outside of checking his OOTD you didn't truly look at him. Far too busy propped on top of your oversized dining room table sorting through a manusery of “Thank you” cards!
Eyes flicking to the left ever so slightly as you hear him shuffle closer “I-yeah sure what bullsh-wait are you eating my DoorDash?!”
It’s the way you constantly have to remind yourself that jail will not be like Orange is in the new black! Because I swear you damn near chucked this martini glass at that fire engine red dome of his!
Jimin just shrugs, a little nonchalant and unenthusiastic, almost as if he’s inconvenienced actually...
“Mmm, depends on perspective” He deadass just stuffed two more fires in his mouth! You're literally going to strangle him! It’s borderline painful how hard your jaw tick, eyes narrowed in his direction!
Brows arched so damn high your gonna end up needing Botox from the permanent crease embedding within your skin. “Perspect-your literally eating-“
Holding a solitary finger in your direction “Tae just text me and said look at your phone and text him back...with like, a million pouty faces. Also, different note, who changed the decorations I placed on the mantle?! “
Jimin’s hand is now resting on his hip, legitimately angry about these damn decorations! I think his neck even did a couple rolls in the process, and I’m willing to bet,before he leaves they will be swapped out again!
A frustrated groan attempts to leave your throat though it goes unacknowledged as your lacking any ounce or bite! Far too fond of both of your boys to truly be agitated at the moment! Actually that’s a lie, you high key wanna punch Jimin but it’s fine ....
“That, would be Jin, he said they clashed with the table decor” Pointing to all of the gold, and maroon colored decorations donning the marble coffee table “So, if your pissed go curse him out because I could give less than a damn! Now where the fuck is my phoneeee”
Hopping off the table causing your oversized UCLA Alum hoodie to hike over your ass. Said ass is covered or barely covered considering your cheeky, red, ruffle little panties are in fact assless! A cute little bow perched right on top of your tailbone, as if to direct the eye where to go….
Jimin is now choking on stolen fires and yeah there’s a smirk on your face as you grab your phone!
Mmmmhmmmm...and to think, maybe if he wasn’t being such a brat you’d let him unwrap one of his gifts a little early!
“Baby now he’s calling meeee” Anddddd he’s whining, wiggling his phone like it’s on fire! Ya know, moments like these in fact remind you that Tae and Jimin are the youngest!
“Oh for fucks sake!” Huffing in his direction snatching the phone and bag of Five Guys away in the process!
“Yes baby?” It’s actually terrifying how quickly your tone, and entire demeanor just switched! Somewhat reminiscent to how you’d see a mom scold one child then baby talk another all in the same breath!
Jimin without a doubt noticed too, lip jutting out in a pout and no matter how many times you roll your eyes you still find yourself leaning forward kissing it right off! He moans into it and you Instantly taste the tangy seasoning from your fries, especially once he tries to swipe his tongue past the seam of your lips. The feeling of that tiny piece of metal playing in his mouth almost distracted you, but alas...the notion immediately reminds you why you were irked to begin with! Without even thinking you lean back into nipping at his bottom lip, though...this is Jimin we’re dealing with here! So whatever you thought you’d achieve is now dead, because a needy little whine just rustled in the back of his throat
Speaking of love languages,there’s another called “Physical Touch” which has the words Jimin Park written all over it. So with that being said you really should’ve already been prepared for whatever’s about to unfold.
It’s subconscious at this point, head dropping down to the crook of your neck, nosing up a vein like a neglected puppy! Squeezing your waist hard enough to damn near engrave his thumb print in against your hip bones! Well, clearly he doesn’t want you going anywhere anytime soon!
So what do you do instead? Place the bag of food on the bar, hold the phone in one hand and bring the other up to play in his freshly dyed locks! I swear this man is a second away from purring so maybe he’s not a puppy after all. Suddenly his ring clanned fingers trickle down your spine heading south, flexing his palm to squeeze down around the swell of your ass! Shifting you forward so your chest to chest...
So, here you are trying to cater to both of your boys at once...lord help you!
“No, of course I wasn’t ignoring you, I was just busy-yes Tae. You wanna put what in a what,Now?”
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Hiii, as I mentioned above this was kinda last minute, I wrote out prompts on the 21st, then adult life kicked in. I actually had my own little office Christmas party to plan (Nothing on this scale obviously because well, we know the way the real world is rn) However because of that I couldn’t truly work on this until the 24th. However it’s been a long time since I wrote/wanted to write so I opted to just post it anyway! Hopefully the full thing will be up by the 28th at the latest.
I have also attached the overall masterlist for this AU!
7 DEEP
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Pretty please do #51 with Steve Rogers.
Sweet Dreams
summary: the Captain has only eyes for you.
pairing: darkish!Steve Rogers x black!reader
warnings: mention of alcohol, drunk reader, dark yet soft yandere Steve, somnophilia, vaginal intercourse. dub non-con. Requested prompt 51: “Are you trying to seduce me? Depends. Are you seducible?”
a/n: Finally writing for my fav Captain. <3 requested from this prompt list. shoutout to @punani for helping with the “isn’t this your dream, princess” line for the smut. Thanks so much, boo. <3 xoxo T
do not repost my works!
“You’re doing it again, pal.”
A gruff chuckle could be heard behind Steve - earning a grumble under his breath. The greenery that swirled in his oceanic orbs blackened, and dilated into inky madness; his thick brows peering over his muscular shoulder.
Staring, gawking -- admiring.
“I’m not doing anything, jerk.”
“Punk, please–” an airy snicker, “I know you like the back of my metal hand.” Another snicker, “Even after over seventy years, and you still can’t talk to a dame.” Bucky took a quick gulp of Asgardian ale, his upper lip sneering in satisfaction.
Fueling his mischief.
“Shut it, jerk.” A forced chuckle slipped from Steve’s pink lips, finally facing his long-time companion, grumbling at his best friend’s smug grin. Clicking his jaw tightly, not willing to admit it.
No one can read Steve like an open book like Bucky can.
No one ever.
Brotherly adoration manifested in sibling bickering, always prodding and pushing each other’s buttons.
“Go talk to her.” Bucky’s stormy baby blues searching for a familiar Nubian beauty among the obnoxious faceless crowd that’s festering within the extravagant Stark party.
In his view, he found you sitting on the couch next to Sam, adorable tipsy giggles escaping you. Friendly coziness, you were resting your head on Sam’s shoulder. Now aware why his best friend is fuming at the ears.
“I have no clue what you’re talking about.” A huff of breath escaped through Steve’s flared nostrils. Denial beating against his fractured mind like a Cherokee drum.
A smirk grew slowly on Bucky’s chiseled bearded jaw, he tsked, his eyes focusing back on Steve’s face, “Alright. Good to know.” Bucky deadpanned — with a touch of a tease, deliberately taking small sips, never wavering his eyes from Steve.
Steve’s eyes narrowed in suspicion, “I’ve been meaning to ask Y/n out anyways...” Steve snarled at Bucky. Bucky leaned over, wagging a finger in Steve’s face.
“I’m gonna dunk my dick in her–”, grinning placidly. “Jerk!” Steve roared in a raspy hush at Bucky, punching his metal arm repeatedly, rearing metal meeting Steve’s swinging knuckles.
Tears were forming in Bucky’s eyes as he belly-laughed, doubling-over in his stool— Bucky’s snorts was gaining other party goers’ attention.
Steve’s entire face was reddened – resembling a cartoonish bull fuming — quickly realizing that confused, and amused eyes were zeroed on the super soldier duo.
Nervously his dilated eyes scan over multiple faces, incoherent apologies slip from his lips, only to stumble upon you chuckling, giggles fumbling over your manicured fingertips muffled your lips.
Steve quickly tore his gaze away, his forearms crossed on the marble counter. Sulking and hiding himself against his arms; like an angry toddler.
Muffled embarrassment could be heard within Steve’s arms, his choppy groans and breaths fogging the transparent counter glass, an amused guffaw hissed through Bucky’s teeth.
Patting Steve’s sculpted shoulder blade, “Twah. Don’t worry about me, Stevie. Because tweety over there would probably beat me to the punch. Have you seen the way he gawks at her?” A sing-song jab.
Push. Shove. Goating Steve to grow a pear, hit a nerve for him to finally snap. Knowing full aware that Steve deserves an ounce of happiness – two men forced out of their time, lost possible futures due to out-of-control occurrences, but now?
Why not try to make a new future finally by their own hands? Take what they want. Bucky and Steve deserve it after everything they knew was ripped from them.
Steve’s blonde-head short up, “Don’t say that!” A raspy bark, but no bite — not for Bucky at least. A wolf ready to chomp a particular bird’s head off.
“Then ask her out!” Bucky jabbed his finger in Steve’s chest. “I’m tired of you moping around, staring at her like a sick puppy.” Bucky rolled his eyes.
“All that pining -- just get your dick wet already, Stevie.” A harsh cough caved through Steve’s throat.
“Jesus -- what’s with you tonight?” He grinned at a howling Bucky, a swell of relief but mild humiliation bubbling at the pit of his stomach.
Right before his eyes is a vision from the past, this is the closest Steve has witnessed Bucky to three sheets to the wind in a long time -- a cocky sailor-mouthed Casanova slurring flirty innuendos in a dame’s ear, promising necking behind the church, and a call back that will never occur.
Or the curious sixteen year old, who snuck miniature polaroids of stag porn; claiming it’s from his father’s stash -- gawking chuckles, and bashful gasps stifled in the silent night -- two curious boys beyond their years.
It’s refreshing. Bucky, the one last link to Steve’s past that reminds him of home. Bucky is his home -- but now, there is a beautiful being--not more than five feet away from him--who he yearns to create a garden within her heart and soul; you.
A grin slowly faltering to a genuine solemn smile, “You deserve it, Steve. You deserve her.” There he is. An emotional chameleon, faux cheeky ego veneering battle scars, years thick of abuse, and loneliness -- a molded machine guising a little boy. A flicker of vulnerability sheens in Bucky’s eyes, tittering hope of an old soul.
Steve opened his mouth to succumb to his natural instinct of denial, but Bucky cut him off, “Stop it.” A soft demand, gesturing his hand for Steve to shut it.
“How long are we going to suffer?” a swallow, “Reminiscing on what could’ve been. Imaging years after the war, getting married with kids. The all-American suburban dream.” He was getting misty-eyed.
“A pipe dream -- I’ve finally come to realize that it was never intended for us.” Bucky croaked, laughing it off as he downed more mead.
Steve sniffled, projectile vomit churning -- those aren’t his dreams anymore -- at least, not for a lost era. Those late-night thoughts ending with day-dreams buried in a tear-soaked pillow.
“I used to think if I dated Sharon -- I could regain a piece of Peggy back. Fulfill that hole in my heart.” Remorse, and disgust gurgling inside himself, “But -- I know that wasn’t right -- for either of us.” He stammered, his index finger tracing the rim of his glass.
“Peggy wasn’t the one for me. I just got attached to the first woman who saw me as myself -- she saw beyond the swarny loser.” Steve snorted, his throat constricting.
“You were never a loser.” Bucky spoke tenderly, “A loser wouldn’t have accomplished all that you did.” Bucky gripped Steve’s shoulder, a squeeze of reassurance.
He mumbled a thanks Buck with a curt smile. Steve hung his head a bit, gulping the last drops of his beverage.
Attached. What a silly word to describe the Captain’s past affection for Peggy Carter. He looks back to a time where he would’ve gotten on knee for her, and proposed.
Propose the promise of a better life together, with a bunch of rugrats running around, and saving the world.
Now? It’s a memory. The past. He’s learned to let go, accept his life for what it is -- despite having no choice in the manner. A man out of his time, adapting to the 21st century -- with its entertainments, trends, fashion, and evolved society.
Don’t even get Bucky, and himself started on food. Both men have engorged themselves on cusicines, vowing to never eat plain boiled meals again.
Steve’s genuinely thrilled that times have changed with more liberation for marginalized groups -- people being treated as humans, and exercising their rights.
But if anyone asked Steve Rogers what was the first thing he enjoyed since he got out of the ice? He would say you. Without a doubt, you have brought a light in his life -- a light he has been searching his whole life.
Your strength, poise stature, your sweet voice -- always following his orders on the battlefield, but stood your ground, a perfect dance of partners.
Your beauty is unmatched, classy, but never a prude. Sexy, intelligent -- he can go on, and on.
Steve leered over his shoulder again, his eyes focusing on you. Your head was still perched on Sam’s shoulder, Steve huffed.
How he desperately itches to snatch you off of Sam, and just cradle you all night. He sighed, rubbing his temples, “Hey Buck, I’m gonna take off.” Steve stood up, stretching his muscles, “Awh already, old man?” Bucky teases, snickering. “Goodnight, jerk.” Steve laughed, lightly punching Bucky’s shoulder.
Steve began trekking towards the elevator, passing by buzzed individuals. “Stevie.” A familiar seren voice beckoned him, followed by pitter patter. He turned a little too fast, but he didn’t care. It was you.
“Steve!” a slurred glee shrieked out of you, arms extended out to engulf the sculpted Herculan -- ensnaring him tightly around his neck, curious fingers twirling his combed angel-hair, his ears were forming red. A shiver crawled down his spine -- your touch is intoxicating. Your scent -- mouth-watering.
Quickly stilling your swaying, rubbing your face against his broad chest, “How are you?” your words muffled against the tight fabric, “I missed you.” A surprised huff left Steve, searching for Bucky, only to see his friend wiggle his eyebrows suggestively from the distance.
Ever so the gentleman, he didn’t dare lower his hands to a tantalizing region, locking his grip on your waist, “I’m okay, doll.” He chuckled, “How are you?” Sweetly shifting your body against him by the guide of one forearm on the nape of your back -- petting your curled dome, and swiping wild curls from your doe-eyes.
You hummed, squinty hooded-lids, a blissed placid smile, it's a bit goofy -- adorable nonetheless.
“S’good, Stevie.” Your head bobbled a bit, stifled giggles biting your lip. You lazily titled your head towards the elevator, then sloppily turned back to Steve.
“Where ya’ going, Stevie?” You pouted, and Steve just wanted to trace your bottom lip -- dig his thumb between your lips.
“I’m just gonna head to bed.” Steve’s babifyed his tone, “Sleepy too.” You murmured. Steve internally awed, as your head leaned back on his chest.
“C’mon, doll. Let me help you get to bed.” Steve chuckled. “Oh, how about I put you to bed, Cap--tin?” You slurred, stretching his formal title with a pause -- your eyes fluttered for a second, lazily jabbing his bicep with your finger.
Steve’s ears were dusted pink, shocked at your flirty attitude, catching onto your teasing manner. “Are you trying to seduce me?” Steve’s brazen confidence soared for a momentary lapse. A bit disappointed that most likely, you won’t recall any recollection of tonight’s event.
“Depends. Are you seducible?” You cheekily lightly smacked your lips, with a pout. Steve desperately wants to kiss that pout forever. But he restrained himself.
“Let’s go, Y/n.” He smiled sweetly. Steve lifted you more upward, guiding your feet so you won’t fall on your face.
Walking into the elevator Steve pressed your numbered button, his eyes caught Bucky, who wiggled his eyebrows, mouthing hushed words just for Steve’s advanced hearing, “That’s my boy.” Steve rolled his eyes playfully.
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During the journey in the elevator, you fell out like a light. Steve carefully hoisted your limp body in bridal style. Steve gazed at you happily, the slope of your nose, your spidery lashes, ruffled curls -- how your breasts heaved under your purple sun-dress.
The ding of the elevator alerting Steve that you both are on your floor, interrupting Steve’s haze, he grumbled a bit but he began walking out towards your room.
Steve gracefully walked to your room, not even paying attention to his steps, focusing on your peaceful sleepy face. The path to your room is already memorized.
“FRIDAY, open Y/n’s door.” Steve pecked a lingering kiss on your forehead, “Of course, Captain Rogers.” The lock of your bedroom clicked open. Steve made himself home, a natural occurrence of him.
Strides towards your bed, gingerly placing you on the bed. Steve gulped, his fists straining at his side; his eyes stared up at the ceiling, counting to five.
Reprimanding himself; reminding himself that he should leave you be. Just like the times before.
But one look at you, and he’s a goner. He has to just touch you — oh God, please.
Shaky palms reach for the hem of your dress, grazing your skin as he perched the fabric upward. Savoring the smoothness against his fingertips.
Toned curves and planes of soft-scented, smooth sepia flesh; his heartbeat drumming out in a rapid rhythm, serene sleepy smile rests on your face. Pouty heart-shaped lips -- Steve’s cock twitch at the mere idea of slipping his veiny dick in your warm mouth, your slurping tongue gagging on his swollen balls.
But not yet. The scenery isn’t fitting -- next time.
Gingerly kneeling on your carpeted floor, Steve delicately seized one of your ankles, pinched tips toying with the leather straps; leisurely unclipping the sandals, he licked his bottom lip.
A wolf playing with its food, favoring the image of an anxious boy unwrapping his prize.
As his nimble fingers unlatched the straps off, steadily he tugged the sandal off, silently placing the shoe on the floor -- he repeated the exact action with the other foot.
Steve internally awed at your dainty feet, a small whine restrained by a tight-lip smirk. Hiking his clutch on your ankle, peppering modest kisses on the tips of your toes.
He couldn’t help but to worship you.
Hosting himself upward, tenderly repositioning your leg against the mattress.
Limbs spread eagle, your forearms perched above your dome like a mid-froze ballerina, the hem of your dress hiked up -- bundled, and wrinkled -- to your navel, exposing your lace thong.
A shuddering groan crawled up his throat,swallowing thickly, calloused fingers skate past the terrain of ankles to legs -- thumbs rubbing, savoring -- to waist, kneading slightly but only to flinch away.
Scared to break you, as if he’s too broken to handle your beauty properly. Steve grew the confidence within him, and quietly began removing your dress off your body.
His fingers sneak underneath the cotton dress, slipping it up towards your chin; clutching one arm to maneuver the short-end sleeve off.
A small groan vibrated in your throat, but you remained in a drunk slumber. Steve’s breath hitched, fearful for you to awaken with him hovering over you. To scare you off -- he just wants a taste.
To feel what’s his.
Presented before Steve was your bare essence; and he just wants to fall to your feet. All his sketches of your sleeping form doesn’t do justice, being able to view the entire masterpiece beyond hidden sketches.
“You’re so beautiful, doll.” He murmured, his lips foraging your chavlices.
You sleepily mumbled, a lazy smile curling just a bit. A lingering kiss on your hairline, Steve lowly hummed happily. Your bare breasts heave with your calm breathing, Steve littered your sheen skin with small kisses, a few kitten licks on your nipples -- the tip of his tongue swirling on the erected nubs.
Little whimpers, and moans swelled Steve’s cock. “My sweet little doll is so responsive … so sensitive.” Steve cooed. With much silent vigor, Steve unbuckled his pants, fumbling the fabric below his ass; just enough space to release his weeping cock.
His fingers hook your flimsy lace, tugging it by the side -- salivating at the mouth at your glistening mound. His thick fingers wrap around his cock, love taps by his swollen tip against your clit. You softly mewled in your sleep, a cute whine. Involuntarily your hips shifted, your body yearning for contact.
Steve tsked playfully at your impatience, “Even in your sleep, you need me.” Steadily Steve inserted himself inside your soft velvety walls, biting down on his lip to prevent a lew groan. He shivered internally, you feel heavenly.
Steve languidly thrusts, his fists crumpling your sheets underneath you. Slowly leaning half of his weight onto you, his light pants fanning on your face.
Steve indents his elbow that was sunk just a bit in the mattress, trapping your head between himself.
“Isn’t this your dream, princess? Isn’t this what you’ve desperately wanted all this time?” Steve whispered in your ears, “Flirting with your Captain, naughty girl.” His fingers caressing your arms, soothing you back to a fluid state of sleep, a small loose smile adorning your face.
Licks his teeth, as he gently pushes his girth inside of you. Mumbled whines alert him, he shushes you, pecking little kisses on your cheeks while maintaining an agile insertion. Trembling slightly at the heavenly touch that is you, Steve hissed under his breath.
He preens as he finally is at a full brim. His pelvis against your vee, fully satiated between your thighs.
His heart pounding, snapping his hips slightly, your body jolts a bit underneath him. Steve’s chest tightens, as he pounds into you, the squelching wetness coating his cock.
His limbs twitches, struggling not to groan, or growl in pleasure. Steve’s head glides down to meet your heaving breasts, suckling onto the nipple.
Blinded by lust, he suckles, imagining it’s full of milk, a muffled grunt leaves him as he pictures you swollen with his child -- another on your hip. He rolls his hips, losing his control as the mellow pacing turns faster, more needy.
One day — one day, there will be a ring on your finger; and a litter of your own together. The Rogers — Mrs. Y/n Rogers; oh this is just beginning.
Eyes screwed shut, he keens to feel your rapid breathing spike, tremors shudder throughout your body. His golden hair is sweat slick against his forehead, a little pop from as he detaches himself.
Flickering the tip of his tongue against the nipple. Steve changes the angle of his cock, you jerk in your stupor, high-arch keen off the bed.
“That’s the sweet spot.” He hummed to himself. His voice scraped in a hush, “I can feel you tightening on me, doll.” It’s like a vice on his cock, blurry visions you dream -- his veiny cock pounding into you with no mercy.
“Steve …” You murmur, Steve leans more into you, a goofy grin of joy stretches on his face. “My sweet doll is dreaming of me. You can feel me.” Steve’s is over-joyed, his heart flutters, butterflies are rapid in his belly. You’re thinking of him. Pressing his chest against your breasts, “I’m going to cum, doll.”
Sneaky fingers snake itself between you both, rubbing your clit in circles, a breathy gasp escapes you.
“I love you.” Steve whimpers, painting your walls white -- not daring to let any ounce of cum escape. Biting his lips till it draws blood, preventing any roar.
His nose scrunches up, his muscles tighten. You exhaled, you slick dripping down Steve’s pants.
He kisses your lips gingerly, “Sweet dreams, doll.”
#buckybarnesplumwhore wrote this#steve rogers x reader#captain america#dark steve rogers x reader#dark steve rogers smut#dark steve rogers x black!reader#steve rogers x black!reader#dark marvel
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The Vampire’s Favor
Characters: f!vampire x f!human
Content: Victorian era, maids, implied offscreen murder
Rating: Orange
Word count: ~1,000
The dark figure of a manor rises into the sky, looking over the village.
No one stirs in the house on the hill. The townsfolk murmur about what goes on beyond those walls, what forbidden rituals take place. Among the rumors, there is one that calls to you: if a young woman enters the manor on the night of a full moon, the owner of the manor will grant her a wish. Few are brave enough to find out if it is true, but you need a miracle.
You walk up the winding path under the light of the moon, the cold gnawing at your skin like a frenzied wolf. The night is quiet, the only noise the shrill cry of a bat. As the manor comes into view, a light shines through the darkness. A lone candle sits in a lower story window, guiding you towards the house.
Rose vines climb up the front of the manor, the crimson flowers a splash of color against deep ebony. A golden lion head with a ring in its mouth sits on a black door. You grab the ring, knocking it against the wood.
After a moment of waiting, the door opens. Behind it is a maid dressed in delicate frills. She pushes up her glasses as she appraises you.
“Good evening, Miss. Are you here to speak with the Mistress?”
“I am.” At least, you suppose you are.
“Please come inside. You must be cold.”
The maid moves to the side, and you step into the manor. Dim lanterns line the walls of the hallway, lighting your path as you follow your guide further into the manor. She takes you into a den, and the warmth of a roaring fire embraces you, washing away the chill of the night.
“Please take a seat, Miss.”
In front of the fireplace is a sofa and tea table. You sit down, sinking into the soft cushion. Lying back in the chair, you let your worries drift away as the crackling fire fills your ears.
“Let me bring you refreshments.”
She steps out of the room, into a hallway. As you wait for her to return, your eyes cross the paintings on the walls. It strikes you as odd that there are no family portraits. Does the Mistress live alone?
Soft footsteps interrupt your thoughts. The maid returns, tray of tea and biscuits in hand. She places it on the table, grabbing a teapot. Warm tea flows from its spout into a waiting cup. Steam hits your face as you bring the cup to your lips.
“Mistress will meet you soon.”
A small smile is her goodbye as she leaves once again. Left alone, you wonder if you waltzed into a woman’s estate over a silly rumor. But the maid invited you in; it would be rude not to meet her, right?
You munch on the biscuits as you wait, watching the fireplace. They’re a delight. As you grab for the last bite, a tall figure enters the den. Turning to her, you take in her form.
Obsidian locks flow down her back, contrasting against marble skin. Plump, garnet red lips purse into a smirk, striking scarlet eyes peering into yours. Her dress is black like the night sky, as if she walked out of a funeral home.
“Good evening, Miss…?”
Her voice is rich like dark chocolate, her words melting in your ears. You tell the mysterious woman your name.
“How lovely.” Her smile grows, showing off dangerous fangs. “Have you come to my home for a favor?”
You nod.
“Women as beautiful as you require my help the most. What is his name?”
You blink. “How did you know?”
“It is always a man. I will get rid of him, if you tell me…”
“Joseph.”
“Ah, yes. An aggressive sort, that one.”
“You will help me?”
“Of course, love.”
Relief pushes aside worry. “Oh, thank you! How may I repay you?”
She approaches, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you close. Her lips caress your neck, fangs grazing against soft skin. A chill pierces you like a knife to the heart.
“You are a delicious little morsel.”
Morsel?
Before the word sinks in, she whispers in your ear. “May I have a kiss?”
Her scent is intoxicating, reminding you of a delectable pomegranate. “You don’t want to eat me?”
A giggle rumbles deep in her chest. “My, why would I hurt such a cute little thing? Do you think of me as a monster?”
She’s scary, but enticing. Beautiful yet deadly, like a snake ready to strike. “Of course not.”
Leaning in, you close your eyes. Her lips meet yours. Melting into the kiss, you get lost in her.
You could spend an eternity like this.
She is the one to pull away. You pout, missing her touch. Strong fingers run through your hair, a soft smile gracing her face.
“A wonderful payment. Thank you.”
“So you will-?”
“He will be gone by sunrise.”
Tears mist up your vision, falling down your cheek. “Thank you. Thank you!”
“What good would my power be if I did not use it?”
The maid returns, shyly waiting in a doorway. “Good evening, Mistress.”
“Clara! Excellent timing. My guest was about to leave.”
You frown. “Can’t I stay a little longer?”
“I would love for you to, but I have business to attend to.” She winks. “You are free to return.”
As Clara escorts you out, the Mistress gives you a friendly wave goodbye. You return to the village and its empty streets. Sleep comes easily to you, and the mystery woman visits your dreams.
The next morning, you awake to confused villagers. Joseph was not in his bed. Confusion soon turns into disinterest; they conclude that he wandered off in the night, to bother another village. But you know the truth.
He will torment you no more.
#exophilia#vampire girlfriend#monster girlfriend#monster lover#monster x reader#wlw#azure writes#c: helena#f!reader#f!monster
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Late Night Adventures
Pairing: Tyler Joseph x reader
Word Count: 2.3k
Warnings: mr.joseph says a bad word :o but besides that, none!
Request: can i have the reader, tyler, and josh getting into some late night shenanigans on tour and maybeeeee there’s a confession involved from a certain joseph 👀 - @nonsenseverses
Author’s note: I loved writing this request so much!! (theyre still open, btw, so if people want to send in more requests!) also fun fact! This is my first fic written on my new computer :D usually i write them on my laptop but this time I wrote it with a fancy keyboard so it went *click* *click* *click*
“You know what I am thinking?” Tyler spoke up between his bites of the Hawaiian pizza he was munching on. Both you and Josh looked up towards him and saw his mischievous look.
“What?” you were nervous for his answer, usually when Tyler had a look like that on his face, it meant no good.
“Late night shenanigans?” He raised an eyebrow.
“Oh hell yeah!” Josh clapped his hands together and rubbed them together, as if he was creating an evil plot.
“Tyler,” you sighed. “Do you remember how much trouble we got in last time? You literally crashed the golf cart into the wall of the amphitheater and caused like, what?, 2k worth of damages?”
“Y/N! C’mon! We will be safe.” Josh chimed in before Tyler even had a chance to respond.
“Yeah! We’ve been on tour for like two months now and we only have had like 10 late night shenanigans. We gotta make them tradition.” He smiled to himself as he thought about everything he could do.
“Okay, fine.” You raised your hands up in defeat, but you couldn’t help to feel a little bit of excitement. You enjoyed the late night adventures you spent with the boys on tour. The first time Josh had invited you on tour was back during regional at best era, and you quickly were invited to every tour in the future. You liked helping out in the back, plus you really liked spending time with Tyler and Josh. They were like your best friends, even though you did have a little bit of a crush on Tyler, you couldn’t lie about that.
“So, Joseph, what do you have planned this time?” Josh asked. Tyler thought for a second before standing up and grabbing his laptop and bringing it over to the couch that you were all sitting on in the tour bus.
“Hear me out! They have these electric scooters, and I think we should ride them downtown across this bridge.” He pulled up a photo of a large bridge that was lit up with rainbow lights.
“Whoa, that’s pretty,” you whispered.
“It really said gay rights,” Josh chimed in making you all snicker.
“Can I just say that I have never ridden an electric scooter before?” you confessed, your stomach bubbling with nervousness.
“You think we have?” Tyler laughed.
“I have.” Josh spoke, making both you and Tyler to look over at him.
“When?”
“Back when I was visiting LA! They have them all over!”
“Are they pretty easy to use?” you asked.
Josh nodded, “You’ll get a hang of it quick, Y/N, trust me!”
“It won’t be bad, I promise!” Tyler added, trying to help ease your nerves. You smiled at him before taking a deep breath.
“When are we headed out?”
“I was thinking like around 1?” Tyler looked at his apple watch. It read 12:38 am.
“Do you think it will be cold out? What should I wear?” you tend to ask a lot of questions when you were nervous, and they seemed to all be making an appearance right now.
“The weather says it’s around 65 degrees so I would suggest something comfortable but warm? Maybe sweatpants and a sweatshirt?” Josh suggested. You thank him before excusing yourself to get into better clothes. You squeezed into the tiny bathroom and you stared at yours;f in the mirror. For some reason you were more nervous for this late night adventure than you have been in the past. You weren’t sure if it was because you all had gotten in trouble with the boys’ manager last time, or if it was because you did not want to make a fool of yourself on the electric scooters in front of Tyler.
“You okay in there?” you heard a knock on the door. It was Tyler.
“Yep!” You unlocked the door and walked out, now in warmer and much more comfortable clothes.
“I like your sweatshirt!” Tyler said with a soft smile. You felt your cheeks blush.
“Thanks, is it because it’s yours?” you teased. It was an older style of a twenty one pilots hoodie.
“It looks way better on you than it ever did on me!”
“Sure, Ty,” you rolled your eyes and laughed.
“If you guys are done flirting, are you ready to head out?” Josh peeked his head into the hallway between the bathroom and the living area.
“We are not flirting!” Tyler snapped back at him and your face fell without you realizing. You think Tyler might have noticed too, because his eyes softened when he looked at you. “I’m sorry.” He whispered to you and you just responded with a small smile.
“I downloaded the app for the scooters and it looks like there is a group of them like five minutes from here, we just have to go left out of the parking lot!”
“At least one of us is good at directions!” you teased Tyler, reminding him of how he got you and Josh lost in new York city once, which also happened to be the most fun night of your life, but that is for another story. All of you piled out of the bus, saying goodbye to the others that were playing Mario kart. The air was chilly, and you wrapped your arms around your body to try to keep yourself warm. You followed the boys down the dark street, and you wished there were more street lamps.
“It’s spooky out here,” Tyler spoke.
“Don’t worry, I’ll keep you safe!” Josh turned around and patted Tyler’s shoulder.
“Thanks, love,” Tyler snickered.
“Ew,” you pretended to gag at the boys.
“I see the scooters!” Josh pointed to a rack of the scooters. He helped you and Tyler set up the app and make sure everything was working. You wished there were helmets, but hopefully you wouldn’t crash or anything like that.
“Whoa!” Tyler zipped off as he pressed on the power of the scooter, You watched in awe as he effortlessly made and loop and returned back to you and Josh.,
“You’re a natural!” you complimented him, making him beam.
“Watch this!” Josh said. He hopped on the scooter and started to forward but then he did a little hop and spun in a circle.
“Show off,” Tyler grumbled.
“Your turn, Y/N!” Josh looked over at you and you nervously looked down at the scooter. It seemed to be mocking you.
“Alright.” You took a deep breath and placed both of your feet on the scooter, holding tightly onto the handles, and gently gave the scooter some power. It moved forward with a jolt, making you lose your balance a little bit. “It’s much more powerful than I was expecting.”
“You’ll get used to it!” Tyler reassured you. “Try again.”
You nodded and tried again, preparing yourself for the power. You stayed balanced as it started to move and then you practiced moving the handle bars left and right, and Tyler was right, you were able to get the hang of it fairly quickly.
“Onward!” Tyler raised his hand and pointed forwards as he rode off into the street. You laughed at how silly he was and followed him. Josh rode next to you, making sure you were doing okay.
“How far away is the bridge?” you asked. Josh looked down at the GPS on his phone.
“One more left turn and it should be down that road!” You thanked him and continued riding. It was peaceful. Tyler would start singing one of his songs, Josh making drumming sounds with his mouth, and you would just look at the night sky and take in your surroundings. There were quite a lot of murals on the walls of the buildings, which you were really pretty.
“I see the bridge!” Tyler shouted. You looked past him and saw the bridge, it was bright and lit up in the dark. You all rode until you reached the top of the middle of the bridge and you all stopped to look out over the river below.
“This is gorgeous!” you stated, looking down at the waves crashing below you.
“Like you,” he whispered. You weren’t quite sure you heard him correctly. You whipped your head around and looked at him with your mouth open, not sure what to say.
“Wait what?” you stumbled over your words and you could see Tyler’s ears turn a beet red.
“Oh, I um, said you look gorgeous? Like you said the view was gorgeous and-”
“Thank you, Tyler,” you stopped his stammering. “You’re pretty gorgeous yourself too.”
“Not true,” he scoffed.
“Tyler, it’s true! Right, Josh?” you turned around to see Josh who was on the other side of the bridge taking photos, not even realizing that you were talking to him. You turned back around to Tyler and shrugged. “I mean it.”
“You think I’m gorgeous?” Tyler placed his hand on his chest, dramatically acting surprised that you could think such a thing.
“Yes! I always that you were, like have you seen yourself Ty?” you laughed nervously. Usually, you weren’t this open about your feelings with someone, especially if you didn’t know if they felt the same.
“I mean that’s what I think about you. Every time I see you, I lose my breath because of how attractive you are!” he was looking out and you saw his eyes widened when he said that last part. “I’m sorry, hopefully you didn’t think that was creepy. Shit, I’t just I really like you, Y/N, and I don’t know how to flirt or talk to people I like and-”
“Tyler.” You took a step closer to him and placed your hand on his arm, giving it a small rub to calm him down. “It’s okay. Can I confess something too?”
He nodded with wide eyes, still not saying anything.
“I like you too! I’ve had a crush on you for the past six months but I’ve been too afraid to say anything! I get nervous around cute guys.” You poked his side, making him laugh.
“You have a crush on Tyler?” Josh asked as he walked over to join your guys conversation.
“Apparently Tyler also has a crush on me!” you smiled.
“I knew it!” Josh fist pumped the air.
“What?” Tyler looked over at Josh with suspicion
“C’mon, Ty. I know how you get when you like someone, and you have been acting like that around Y/N for the past few months! So are you guys going to, like, date now?” Josh crossed his arms and wiggled his eyebrows at the two of you. You played with your sweatshirt sleeve nervously.
“Y/N?” Tyler asked. You looked up at him. “Would you like to go on a date with me?”
“Duh,” you laughed.
“Sounds like a plan!” he leaned over and placed a kiss on your cheek.
“Ew, no kissing ion front of me!” Josh covered his eyes and Tyler punched his shoulder.
“Shut up, Dun, or I am going to kiss you!”
“Y’all are too much,” you laughed as you watched Tyler chase Josh around on the bridge.
“Dude, it’s already 3am!” Josh told both of you. “Ready to head back to the bus?”
“Yes,” you responded with a yawn. All three of you hopped on the scooters once again and rode back to the bus.
“Wait, look at that!” Tyler stopped his scooter and pointed to something that was crawling across the street.
“Ew, is that a rat?” you recognized the long eerie looking tail. “Disgusting.”
“Maybe it needs a friend,” Josh suggested.
“Hell no,” you stopped him right there. “This is how you two get in trouble, let’s get back to the bus before you two decide on some other shenanigan to get into tonight.”
“They have a point,” Tyler added.
“You were more fun when you guys weren’t together,” Josh mumbled.
“Dun, it’s been ,like fifteen minutes.”
“If anything, Y/N is gonna make me more fun!” Tyler teased.
“Exactly!” You scooted over to Tyler and gave him a high five.
“Where’s my high five??” Josh frowned.
“You get a fist pump.”
“Good enough,” Josh fist pumped you and continued on towards the bus. The warmth of the inside was nice and after you convinced Tyler to pay for all of your scooter fees with the band's credit card, it was finally time for bed. You got into pajamas and while you were brushing your teeth, you saw Tyler walk by to get into his bunk.
“Goodnight, Y/N!” Tyler said. “I’m glad that we went on our little adventure tonight, because I don’t think I would have had the guts to tell you if we didn’t.”
“Agreed.” Your lips turned upwards as Tyler leaned in and planted a kiss on your lips. Your first kiss with Tyler. It was short, but so perfect.
“You taste like toothpaste,” he chuckled.
“Your lips are very soft, like more soft than I think lips should be, do you use a lip scrub?” you questioned.
“I actually do,” he confessed. “It’s from lush and is chocolate flavored.”
“You’ll have to share!”
“My lips or the lip scrub?” he joked and you rolled your eyes.
“Both!” you leaned in for another peck on the lips. Tyler was smiling like an idiot, and it made you so giddy inside.
“Okay, I really need to sleep for the show tomorrow. Night, Y/N.”
“Goodnight, Ty! Tell Josh I said goodnight too even though I am sure he is already asleep. Sleep well!”
“You too!” You watched Tyler head towards the bunks and you finished up in the bathroom. You pulled out the couch into your bed and hopped in. You replayed the events of the night, and even though you were exhausted, you had a hard time falling asleep because of the excitement of Tyler confessing his feelings for you.
This was probably one of the best late night adventures you had.
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