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sunboki · 7 months

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001. RECORD PLAYER LOVER — ANTHOLOGY

PAIRING. Christopher Bahng x fem. reader | WORD COUNT. 3.3k & 20 minute read | SERIES PLAYLIST. | WARNINGS. cursing | TROPE. enemies to lovers (somewhat), fishing town au, friends to lovers, coincidences, making-up (in a way)

( ✉️ ) — if you want an idea of where the small town boy! chan brainrot came from, seek this post back in july.. it only got worse from there(＞＜)

There’s a new guy working at the Record Shop you’d been to countless times as a kid. So when you show up and see a stranger working the register and not the sweet old man who’d give you lollipops, you’re not too pleased.

The last time a new face showed up in your town had to be before you were born, and as someone nearing twenty-one, that said a lot.

On the bright side, there wasn’t much judgment unless it came from choosing the wrong batch of strawberries in front of a grandmother, or perhaps that was simply your experience living here all your life.

Although, twenty-one years later, you didn’t expect for someone new to show up.

Familiar chimes clatter above your head while opening the door, bright blue label reading “Po’s Vinyl” decorating the windows and staining the tile floors an iridescent tone from the midday sunlight. It’s pretty, it’s ordinary.

Except something isn’t ordinary, because after a good few minutes or so of browsing, your normal stop by the register stops you in your tracks.

Clad in a black beanie with bouncy, tangled curls peeking from the fabric is a stranger. A stranger with toned arms and a pretty nose and kind features you stare at for too long.

But he’s not the grandpa, not Mr. Po who’s been dearly greeting you each and every day for more than twenty years.

Your stomach drops.

“Excuse me, excuse me,” You scramble to the counter, his warm pools for eyes flickering up with surprise. “Where’s the old man- Mr. Po- the one who works here?”

“Oh! Mr. Po? He retired a few days ago.”

Now your stomach decided to do backflips, and there’s a pit of nausea climbing up your throat.

Curse the boy in front of you for looking so happy-go-lucky. This moment is detrimental, why is he smiling? …And why is he cute?

Preparing to ask a billion questions, you pause, fixing the handsome man with an incredulous look before he catches onto your confusion.

”Sorry sorry, I’m Chris, ‘moved in last night. And you?”

Debating upon either running out the door right now to end up apologizing later, you crack a small smile you hope looks a tad bit more graceful than earlier.

Chris, huh.

“Y/n,” You reply, noting the soft dip of his dimples. “And uh.. you haven’t met Miss May yet, right?”

The question, coming off as more of a warning than anything, earns a sheepish shake of his head noticing your pitying expression.

Granted, the woman wasn’t that awful, she’s just.. Miss May. An unmarried, stubborn, seventy year old prune who will rightfully argue with anybody about anything and rightfully enjoy it. Not to mention her addiction to finding a suitable lover, and not just for herself.

Trust, once she lays eyes on this breathtaking hunk of husband in front of you she’ll never leave him alone. Might as well treasure your days until you’re stuck in the witch’s dungeon.

“Can I ask what you mean by that?“

Spaced out watching his lips move, you barely caught the question till he cleared his throat and every particle in your body resorted to self sabotage.

Way to make an introduction.

Opening your mouth to respond, you choke on your words, hastily run behind the counter and whisper-scream for him to duck at the sight of said woman passing by the window.

Speak of the devil.

At his attempt to peek out, your hand unconsciously forces his head down, slapping on your best “nothing to see here!” façade while the heel-wearing matchmaker saunters in.

“Why hello dear,” She casually drawls, thin brows raised.

The woman slowly grins, stepping forward to lean over the counter and peer down where Chris hides blinking up beside your calf.

“You can come out now.” She says with a chuckle, and he hesitantly raises up, face blooming pink.

Erupting with obvious delight, she claps her claws hands together, and you can feel the dread creeping in from a mile away.

“My my, I didn’t know you two knew each other- -“We don't!” Shouting in unison, you synonymously turn to each other, nothing but utter puzzlement etched across your faces. It’s like something out of a sitcom. Literally.

“He’s Chris,” Nervously, you refer to the man with an uncertain point of your finger, him doing the same.

You’re certain if this situation got any more awkward you may win a spot in the book of world records.

Miss May amusedly shook her head. “So you do- -“No!”

She might as well have been internally arranging a wedding by the way she stared through your souls, neither of you daring to move a muscle out of fear she might pop a ring out of her ass and declare you engaged if you breathed loud enough.

“Alright alright, I’ll leave you two to your business then.” Waving like some pretentious heiress, you make sure to mock the action once her back is turned—Chris stifling a bubbling laugh beside you when she finally leaves.

You have an itch this won’t be the last time she stops by. You’ll just pray it won’t be when you’re within a six foot radius of both this shop and the man next to you.

Sorry Chris, it’s every man to themselves with Miss May.

Brushing off your clothes, you step back slightly, not realizing how close you’d gotten to him before nearly bumping into the dark-haired man. And, in the least weird way possible (that's still weird), from your closeness, you discover he smells like the ocean. Not too salty, not too strong. Like the sea’s air clings to his clothing.

Considering he got here a day ago, he must’ve stopped by the harbor on his way here. Strange.

“I’m.. gonna go. See you sometime?” Heading toward the door, you spare a glance behind you, vision again magnetically pulled down to his lips—so plush and pretty, then back to those equally pretty eyes that crinkle when he smiles goodbye. A nervous habit.

Who knew a potential heartthrob would show up here out of all places.

Guess things were finally getting interesting.

Your trek home wasn’t too eventful, unless you counted locating Mr. Po, begging him to come back, and avoiding the severely bitter tea he kept offering—then yeah, not too eventful.

Jamming the key in your door and being sure to successfully waste at least three hours forcing the newest addition to town out of mind, you’d like to say by the time 6pm rolled around he was completely void of your thoughts, but the coffee stain on your shirt after imagining his face said differently.

Best part about not having a neighbor? Walking around without a top, bottoms, or anything on was always on the table. Sort of gross, but you get the picture.

Best part about not having a neighbor yet.

You should’ve put the pieces together sooner, because already halfway into pulling your shirt up off your head did you notice a pair of eyes meeting yours from the other, usually vacant house next door.

Chris’ eyes. Unmistakable and currently swimming with horror.

It wouldn’t surprise you if you looked the same right now.

Urgently yanking the fabric back over your body, you practically throw yourself down, met with nightmare-fueling reality and too much embarrassment to properly function nor rise from your squat on the floor.

Moved in last night, he’d said. But the one thing he forgot to mention was that he moved in right next door.

Fucking. Fantastic.

. ..

Over the next five days, you’ve come to the conclusion that Chris makes music. Or something involving headphones, his finger tapping a beat, and the occasional nod of his head to a rhythm—observations made from peeking out the window each evening.

It’s sort of mesmerizing watching him routinely click buttons. Like, in a sense, you learned the first clue about his life before telling him your name.

That is until he rises and you prepare to duck, fixated on his adam's apple bobbing when he swallows, pretty, still damp strands of dark hair crowning his forehead.

The last thing you need is for him to catch you ogling after having witnessed you half naked, something that would, quite literally, be the cherry on top of demolishing your ego.

Knowing him though (after only physically meeting once), he’d probably gladly forgive and forget, but you couldn't, and that was the problem. Couldn’t shake that incessant pit in your stomach telling you if it were anyone else you’d be able to move on.

Anyone other than him, other than Chris.

Something about him. There was something about him.

On the other hand, Chris couldn’t forget either. The image permanently tattooed in his brain for what felt to be eternity.

Not just your body (and also your body), but you, the incredibly attractive new acquaintance he’d met hours beforehand was, coincidentally enough, his neighbor.

And it didn’t take a genius to figure out you were avoiding him since, frankly, it was virtually impossible not to run into everyone in this town at least once a day.

He was a nice guy, so he gave you your space. Nevertheless, that didn’t keep him from picking some fun from time to time.

Like yesterday when he’d noticed you standing by your sink, repeatedly stealing not-so-sneaky glimpses.

Slyly deciding on honing the most nonchalant move in the book, he stretched. Rolling his head back, a tiny bit of his abdomen becoming visible when his arms raised up, and even sighing just to add to the ambiance.

Trying not to laugh had never been so difficult in his life.

Regardless, avoidance never lasted forever, and seeing you practically tiptoe around town was too obvious not to pay mind to.

So when the door to Po’s Vinyl creaked open during his evening shift, he craned to greet the customer, only to be met with bare space. Well, prior to noticing your hunched frame stalking through aisles, crouched down rather comically.

Biting his tongue, he watched you scour like a mad-woman, finally stilling in front of at a new arrival, the latest album restocked yesterday.

Turns out you were fated to run into each other again somehow. One way or another.

Maybe this was his chance to clear things up, or maybe that was the wrong move, maybe it would mess everything up and you’d move away and— Oh. You’re in front of him now, pale as a ghost and religiously averting eye contact.

“This,” You mutter, barely forming coherent sentences while sliding the album forward, hand wildly fishing through your bag in search of your wallet.

He stays quiet, periodically fixating on your expressions while scanning the barcode. Debating, contemplating.

“Hey can we—“

“Sorry! I really need to go to the vendors today, another time?” Scrambling, you snatch your purchase and rush off, ceasing to take note of the playful smirk painting his features.

He has an idea, an idea that may or may not work.

He’ll test his luck.

Spending the majority of his shift waiting for you to pass by again, he immediately locks onto your frame sprinting past an hour or so later.

Stepping from the store and calling out your name multiple times, it only makes you walk faster in response, leaving him to gradually catch up and move in front of you.

You try slipping past each side, finding yourself blocked every time. Your brows knit frustratedly.

“Y/n, can we talk, please?”

You sigh, stalling your movement to cross your arms and send him a taut gaze.

He can tell you hate this, hate standing here and especially hate his invitation, but the small, curt nod he got after a few seconds was enough.

Perhaps, that “maybe” would turn out true. The chance to clear things up.

He hoped.

. ..

“Look, I didn’t see anything.”

“Liar.” You grumble, jogging to keep pace without heading anywhere in particular.

If only you were a toddler and could throw a tantrum to get out of this due to simply being petty. Except you couldn’t. You were an adult, and you had to handle the situation like one.

What bullshit.

Flailing his arms helplessly, he tugged his jacket tighter against his body, the chilling air only dropping further as you neared the ocean.

“I’m not lying! Seriously!” Voice childish whilst avidly squirming around, the sound of gray rocks clattering beneath your shoes muffles your conversation.

He halts suddenly and you do the same, ceasing to acknowledge how far you’d aimlessly walked till the Lighthouse, located on the furthest side of town, looms above.

There’s a good minute of silence, interrupted by clearing his throat and simultaneously sending you a mischievous glance.

“Although,” He begins. “That red color was cute.”

You blink, watching as he gestures to his chest before swiftly dodging your swinging fist, looking mere seconds from exploding.

It’s sort of adorable.

Adorable in a dangerous, likely-to-kill-you way. But adorable.

Albeit expecting you to drown him, sucker punch him or suffocate him (quite possibly all three), you alternatively grab his hand, dragging him towards the Lighthouses’ entrance and up the winding rails.

Chris doesn’t interject nor pull away, face instead broken into a sweet smile while following you, observing you.

Arriving at the top that overlooked blue cascades, you sit down, not caring to explain with your knees pulled to your chest. He doesn’t mind.

It’s hard not to admire the endless abyss of water overwhelming every expanse in view, the moon’s glint scattering upon its surface. Wind whips your hair in wild directions, and it’s rather cold now above ground level.

Chris quietly hikes up the last few stairs behind you, easing off his jacket to drape around your shoulders—earning a hum of appreciation as he drops down on your right.

Silence.

“Hey, um, thanks.” He speaks, but his voice is softer this time, sadder this time, and if it weren’t for you two being mere inches apart you doubt you would’ve heard it.

“For what?”

“Nothing important. Just, thanks.” Peering at you with a tilt of his head, you decide not to pry, reflecting his subtle happiness.

Being completely honest, you don’t have the first clue of what Chris’ life was like before here. Somehow, it felt better staying that way. We all have secrets, and in a sense, this seemed to be his escape, his own secret.

Whatever his history entailed, you’re glad it led him to Seoul. Lead him to you.

“Awe,” You shove his shoulder lightly and the man pouts, cheeks dusted pink from the biting cold while his eyes stay trained on the sea, glimmering.

You sit there for a few minutes, listening, appreciating.

“Say, ‘wanna swim?”

The sky dark overhead, Chris gives you an incredulous look, wondering if you’re joking.

He’s quiet, eventually nodding and nearly toppling down the circular stairs after you, hastily pulling off your shoes to run through sand and scattered shells.

It’s stupid, so stupid swimming in freezing cold water at night.

Something the you who didn’t know Chris wouldn’t ever consider. But now he was here, currently taking off his shirt and— shit. He’s taking off his shirt. Holy shit.

Unfortunately, you weren’t given much time to be shocked (and mystified) before being picked up and literally thrown in, clothing and all very much intact.

Sputtering as you surfaced, you instinctively covered your top half, earning a giggle from the greek god of a man a few feet away, calf deep in the water.

“What’re you all shy for? ‘S not like I haven’t seen your—“ Now it’s his turn to be dunked, and you’re more than happy to force his curls into the water below, both drenched and shivering.

This is like a fever dream. Like you’ll wake up in your cozy bed to never have any of this happen in the first place. Never have had Chris happen in the first place.

Unable to contain the question, words basically pour out at an alarming pace the moment you open your mouth.

“Are you real?”

Because the moment feels too good to be true.

You both stop.

“Am I real? What, wanna find out?” He cockily points to his flexed arm, leaning your way while you shrink back, face contorted with disgust.

Best to have kept that one to yourself, but hell, you’d give in just this once.

Wading closer, you wrap your arms around his tummy in a sticky, uncomfortable hug. Chris doesn’t pull back though. Alternatively, he reaches up to pat the back of your head, surprised expression transforming into that of fondness.

You stay that way, wordlessly confessing so many things in a minute and a half as the stinging breeze seems to rattle your bones. Things you don’t have the courage to say aloud, things Chris understands all the same.

Walking home was a blur, filled with shapes and colors you barely recognized till the sound of a door opening knocked you back onto your feet.

Too cold to comprehend anything, you both race into separate rooms, coming to the realization this isn’t your home when searching for a towel to cover yourself.

Not your home, but his.

And you wonder if his setup is still situated directly in front of your window like normal. Wonder if, possibly, it was a coincidence you were now in the house you’d been staring daggers into for weeks, or if it all was a twist of fate.

How funny.

There’s quiet, childish interaction as he knocks on the door, sheepishly handing you a pair of his shorts and a t-shirt while his eyes stay glued to the floor.

Yet you can’t bring yourself to tease despite how bad the urge is, because he’s just him.

And you’re wearing his clothes. That too.

A hair dryer seated on his bathroom counter catching your eye, you pop your head out the door, yelling to Chris who’s busied himself somewhere in the living room.

“Hey Chris! Want me to dry your hair for you?” You shout, and he shuffles to make out what you said, practically lighting up witnessing you wearing his clothes.

The view is better than he could’ve ever imagined.

Laughter fills the air, all squeaky and high-pitched with you seated above him on the couch, occupying the floor while drying his wild curls that fly in every direction.

Clicking the off button, his head falls back to look at you, long eyelashes dusting and perfectly framing chocolate brown orbs. He’s practically glowing, and cupid has to be lingering nearby by how fast your heart thumps in your chest.

“…Can I spend the night?”

Whispering, you carefully place your hands on either side of his face, glancing back and forth erratically between his eyes and lips.

You don’t notice how close you are, a habit picked up from the start. He draws you in like a Siren, and you’re more than happy to senselessly follow his song.

His lips part, breathlessly uttering.

“Yes.”

And before you know it, you’re capturing his lips just as senselessly, kissing the man as if a near microscopic thread connected the both of you.

That is until Chris took charge, pulling your right-side up face against his upside down lips. Deeper, hungrier.

Crashing, like the moon-reflected waves you’d seen earlier. Messy and greedy, fervent. So many feelings, so many words without sound. You were good at doing that.

You’d like to admit it lasted for a few seconds, but from how you managed to somehow end up in his lap in the process, that definitely wasn’t the case.

“Here,” Chris says, handing you a warm mug of tea and settling beside you on the couch once you finally finished eating each other's faces, TV playing continuous episodes of Friends that numbly buzz your eardrums.

Neither of you spoke apart from exchanging drinks, atmosphere comfortable, exhaustion growing the longer you sat. Your eyelids began to droop before your head (unbeknownst to you) plopped onto his shoulder.

Initially Chris tensed, waking up from his own dazed daydream to marvel at the now sleeping beauty, you, cozied up against him.

He stared for a while, taking in what small interactions deprived him of. Those tiny details of you, the imperfect perfections. Beautiful.

Brushing a stray strand of hair from your face, he smiles—one that he can’t contain, one that hurts his cheeks from how big and bright it is.

“I’m so glad we met.”

> SERIES TAGLIST. @phtogravi @liknws @luckieleaf @jhstayy @meloncremesoda @chans1aptop @eternitywaveshello @meanergreener @ladylexis @love-gy-u @hanjingin @idkluvutellme @dark-anxel @yubinism @rachabreathing @seung-scrittore @fylithia @skzsupremacy @alrm02 @ener-energy @koliki @anskiiz @dprkbyn @bellamuerte1987 @ylixbok @hanjisung-enjoyer @youngunknownwitch @hwangflora @hanjiingin @starlost-andfound @taeriffic @flwerfield

sunboki, may 2022 ©

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littlesunshine1223 · 12 days

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TLB Paul Headcanons

(CONTENT WARNING: the following content contains things such as weed usage, a feral vampire, blood, biting, smut, etc… Viewer Discretion Is Adviced)

SFW

- once you agree to date him you’re stuck with him and no matter what you do you can’t get rid of him

- he’ll affectionately follow you around like a lost puppy and if anyone tries to flirt with you or hurt you then that person will magically disappear

- he loves to cuddle you and snuggle you against his chest whenever he knows you’re exhausted after a long day

- ever since he started dating you he refuses to go to sleep if you’re not near him

- he’ll still smoke the devils lettuce but if it bothers you then he’ll try to cut back because he doesn’t want to upset you

- he’s protective but not overbearing

- loves to randomly walk up and kiss you then he’ll walk away with a mischievous and teasing grin when he sees you all flustered

- he loves when you wear his jacket (if you can ever manage to get the thing off him)

- you’re the only one he lets play with his hair and he will melt in your hands if you brush it for him

- he loves bringing you small gifts and trinkets that remind him of you (similar to a bird)

NSFW

- he’s a pure switch

- if you want to milk him dry he’ll let you, if you want him to rail you till you can’t walk he’ll happily agree

- tug his hair as he’s going down on you and he’ll make the cutest noises for you

- every time the two of you have sex he asks to bite you, he doesn’t even have to draw blood he just wants to leave a mark so everyone knows you’re his

- he has a dedicated spot in the cave where the two of you go if he’s on one of his feral ruts

- he’ll praise you as you make him see stars no matter if you’re riding him/stuffing him full/teasing him, he’ll praise and beg for you to touch him more and more

- the only time he degrades you is if he’s feral or tired of your teasing

- loves to cover you in hickeys, bites, scratches, spank markings from a punishment, and most of all his cum

- if you’re busy doing something he’ll walk up behind you and whisper the dirtiest most seductive things in your ears

- pinch his nipples or smack his thighs if you want him to really make desperate and whorish noises for you

#the lost boys paul #paul the lost boys #paul the lost boys x reader #the lost boys smut #the lost boys movie #the lost boys #the lost boys 1987

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cloneloverrrrr · 5 months

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Hi, I was the one who requested the smut prompt with Hunter. Sorry, I just saw all your posts… I was inactive today.

Can the reader be female? If you’ve already picked out something else, then that’s ok too. Have a pleasant day :)

Hiiii my lovely!

I hope I have captured Hunter in the correct way as I’ve not wrote him before. I was going to write more but I’m still not feeling too good and my brain is rot rn😭

But anyway I hope you enjoy this Hunter smut💁🏻‍♀️🫠🥵

Dividers by my best one @idontgetanysleep 🖤

𝗜𝗳 𝗜 𝗛𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗧𝗼 𝗣𝘂𝗹𝗹 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗦𝗵𝗶𝗽 𝗢𝘃𝗲𝗿- 𝗢𝗻𝗲 𝗦𝗵𝗼𝘁

𝗥𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀:🔞 𝗠𝗶𝗻𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗗𝗢 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁 𝗠𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝗦𝗲𝗿𝗴𝗲𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗛𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘅 𝗳!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿, 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘁

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 1313

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗦𝗠𝗨𝗧 𝗦𝗠𝗨𝗧 𝗦𝗠𝗨𝗧 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗽𝗹𝗼𝘁, 𝘀𝗲𝘅𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻, 𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗹 𝗙 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗲𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 , 𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝗣 𝗶𝗻 𝗩 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝘂𝗻𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝗛𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗯𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗻𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘆𝘆𝘆𝘆

The smooth sounds from the Marauders engines hum vibrating in your chest, the streaky distortion from the centralized bright glow shine in your eyes as you and Hunter travel through Hyper Space.

You secretly thank the maker Cid had introduced you all those months ago back at her Parlour, however it’s made things that more tricky. Your feelings for Hunter grew more as each day passed, the worry that weighed heavy on your shoulders, the painful ache in your heart wondering if he would return back from these missions was starting to take its toll. Yet you don’t dare admit to these feelings.

“Credits for your thoughts mesh’la?” His rich voice snapped you out of it and back to reality.

His focus on you is utterly mesmerising, his brown locks fall against his signature bandana, one brow raised awaiting your reply. His heightened senses very aware of the other feeling niggling away within you.

Lust.

“I uh sorry Sergeant nothing. Not long till we are due back I take it?” You stutter out shuffling in your seat. The tingle in your core growing.

“We have enough time mesh’la” his voice low, dark.

His eyes meet with yours, the unrestrained desire lingering has your mocha skin blushing the colour of your devil red lips.

Hunter gestures you over to him, unsure of what possessed him, but the urge to have you has overwhelmed him. His mind working overtime so desperate to feel your touch, to inhale your sweet scent. To make you his.

For a brief moment you stand next to him, unsure of your next move , he seizes your arms pulling you down on him with such force your cunt brushes against his codpiece, you chew on your bottom lip a very feeble attempt to stifle your soft moans. You watch as he removes his codpiece placing it to the floor of the ship delicately. The bulge under his blacks evident. Ready to burst out.

Hunter cocks his head to the side slightly letting a small chuckle. Your heart skips a beat. He can hear it loud and so fucking clear. He can see the nerves painted across your pretty face.

“You nervous?”

“Don’t be”

Your face leans in closing the gap between you both. You brush your fingertips gently across the tattoos on his face, a shiver runs through his body and he starts to push up into you. The heat radiates off him igniting the burning between your thighs.

A brazen confidence over takes you and slowly your movements match his. His fingers curl possessively into your hips dragging you up and down his crotch, your nails scrape at this scalp pulling his hair.

“Tell me mesh’la is this what you want?” He whispers into your neck as his tongue trails upto your pulse point.

Your whimpers are his yes. You move and position yourself with your back to him. Leaning your head back so you watch his reaction as you begin to unbutton your blouse discarding it to the floor leaving your torso completely bare. You hear him sucking in a deep breath behind you. His senses completely loose touch with any rational thought. The smell of your arousal, the way your skin glistening, the twitching of your cunt against him.

“If I have to pull over, you’ll be walking funny for the next week” you can hear lust lacing each word.

“We are in hyperspace so you can’t technically pull over” you chuckle pressing your ass further into him.

He grabs your thighs pushing you up and rips the clothing from your lower body off with little effort. He pushes you against the control panel spreading your legs. You feel his nose drag up in the inside of your thigh stopping as he reaches your wet pussy.

“Fuck- you smell so good” he rasps and sinks his teeth into the delicate flesh of your ass.

You gasp out in surprise gripping at the panel. His thumbs part your slit as he runs a flat wet tongue up and down achingly slow. The heat pools in your lower stomach , goosebumps break out littering your skin. Your hips move in sync with his tongue but you need more. He switches from fucking your cunt with his tongue to curling his fingers inside of you poking that spongy point sending your whole body into a blissful shock.

A deep primal growl left Hunters lips as your slick covered his tongue and lips. Your inner thighs damp from your juices. He devoured you from behind like a famished man. Your cunt fluttered , your clit swelled but you needed more so much more. Hunter understands this wordless demand and he stops. A low chuckle rumbles in his chest.

“You need to be fucked don’t you mesh’la?”

He gives you no time to respond before he fully sheaths inside of you, the stinging pain surges through you ultimately overtaken by the pure pleasure his thick cock provides. A furious pounding begins, he has lost control. The need to fuck you to stretch you to have you surrender to him has commandeered him.

Your breathing intensified, his thrusts harsh, vehement. All of his senses were completely ablaze, he was at the core of you and it was the only thing he needed. He won’t stop he can’t stop , his only focus is your pleasure.

“Oh Hunter- ohh fuck more please “ you beg and pant.

Long harsh strokes of his cock splitting you open his hands grabbing onto your thighs, filthy praises and clammy skin smacking against skin had you teetering on the edge so close to your cunt ready to coat him in your release.

“Look at what you fucking do to me Mesh’la” his raspy groans have that coil inside you threatening to snap.

Hunter continues his relentless pounding , grazing his lips down the back of your neck , a fistful of your hair entangled in his fingers he pulls your head taught so your looking back at him before licking a long stripe back up your spine to your shoulders blades. Shivers tickle your body, your cunt begins to convulse around his quivering cock.

You gaps and moan loudly, your grip so firm on the control panels they could crack any moment. You begin pushing your hips back to meet his trying to control his viscous assault on your swollen pussy.

“Oh fuck Hunter you make me want to reach for the stars” you can barley muster this sentence out as more moans fall from your mouth.

His thrusts become more erratic, you can feel as his body trembles against yours. He pulls you up flush against him and takes your breasts in his large calloused hands, rolling and rubbing your nipples between his rough fingers as his thrusts continue fucking up into you. Your breasts bounce in his hands , his hair falls into your face and you scream his name.

The coil finally snaps. Your body betrays you and you cum violently for him.

A beautiful mist blurs your vision, your eyes roll back in and you lean your head in the crook of his neck, his warm seed coats your walls. A ravishing euphoria washes over you and Hunter alike, your bodies falling limp against each as you continue grinding on his cock milking him for every last drop.

“You’ve been a good girl haven’t you” he breathes into your ear planting open mouth kisses across your neck and jawline.

Hunter sits back down in his seat keeping a firm hold on you, his cock softening inside of you but he is unable to let you go. A spell he does not want to break.

“Made good on that promise didn’t you Sergeant” you chuckle leaning back into him as you both look upon the twinkling lights of Hyper Space.

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Lady Leonora Lesso x Female Reader - Killer Dean

{it is recommended that you listen to the song while reading it helps for a better understanding}

Requests; OPEN

Pairing; Lady Leonora Lesso x Female Never Teacher Reader

Category; I don't know

Warning(s); Mentions of blood, and possible killing, cursing

POV; Professor Clarissa Dovey finally asks Y/n about her secret girlfriend that no one knows about but the things Y/n says of her girlfriend are cruel-some and Dovey is left in shock and fear.

Friendships between Evers and Nevers weren't that possible or normal to be seen but since the unison of the schools of both good and evil, things have changed...for the good of course and everyone's more social and enthusiastic which hasn't been seen for over 200 years by both schools.

So there they laid on the ground in the Ever garden looking at clouds. Two close friends who never thought to have close in the first place. "Y/n?" A hum was sent to the golden dean or the previous dean of good. "You never told me about your secret girlfriend, yet" the dean looks over to the female beside her who just continued to look at the clouds with a wide smile forming on her mouth. "Yet" "Excuse me?" the dean asked looking back to the clouds. "You said I haven't told you them, yet, meaning I will someday not now" it was now the previous never teacher's turn to look at the woman beside with a cheeky grin knowing how her friend would react.

"Oh come on Y/n! You've been saying that for the past weeks!" "And I'm sure they're still more weeks to go by till you'll see her" "And why's that?" "She went away for a lil-trip and won't be coming back until supposedly next week or the week after" "Oh, when did she leave?" "Last night" the golden fairy squinted her eyebrows. "That's the same time Lesso left for a lil-trip as well, although I don't know where really" "Mhm" "Do I know your mysterious girlfriend?" "Quite so, yes you do" "Please Y/n just tell me who it is, or at-least describe them for me!" "Describe?" "Yeah what is she like? do? enjoy? her backstory? anything really!" "Anything?" Y/n says looking over to her best friend who was already looking at her with the biggest grin on her face. "Mhm!" "Alright then!" Y/n gets up and sits down, using her finger glow to magically appear a book filled with all the fairy-tales of heroes and villains. Flipping through the pages she stops once she reaches the one she has been looking for and smirk forms on her face and she glances at her golden friend who looked more than amused.

There is this girl, the most beautiful in the world

She has all the boys in town wrapped 'round her finger, oh

She would walk the halls and everyone would whisper and talk

'Cause all the girls in town wanna be her

Dovey looks eagerly at Y/n, her eyes filled with curiosity and excitement and Y/n smirked at this. Phase one of the plan was already in place and from looks of it, soon phase 7 shall be complete.

But behind those emerald eyes, she's a devil in disguise

The prom has blood on her hands

Every boy and girl she dates disappears without a trance

So be careful if she asks you to dance

She's a motherfucking killer queen, a psychopath at 17

A beauty in a blood stained dress

The look of curiosity in Dovey's eyes faded to be erupted by something else, fear.

She'll fill your heart with kerosene

And light you up till you can't breath

If you cross her path you just might end up dead

Y/n switches up the lyrics to not only show that her girlfriend is a victim but to also disclaim that her life was torture and killing people who wronged her and others was only her way of getting revenge.

There is this girl who was broken by the world

'Cause every day at school they'd push and shove her, oh

Getting up from the ground, Dovey and Y/n's surroundings change into darkness till a flashback imagery appears, showing a young and naïve redheaded girl getting mocked and abused by her agemates and her witnessing other people like her getting made of as joke as well and clear rage is seen in her eyes as her hands clench into a stone cold fist.

But she had a plan, one day she would get her revenge

And those cheerleaders and jocks would be six feet under

But behind those angel eyes, lies a devil in surprise

The prom queen has killed for her crown

Every boy and girl she seeks never comes back in one piece

So be careful when she tries to ask you out

The girl had given herself an entire makeover to turn what others saw as plain to stunning. Everyone boy in town loved her, for her looks of course and the girls all envied her. She would ask out all the boys who mocked her for being unattractive and murder them the next day without living any traces towards her.

She's a motherfucking killer queen, a psychopath at 17

A beauty in a blood stained dress

She'll fill you up with kerosene

And light you up till you can't breath

If you break her heart you just might lose your head.

She'd invited all the girls who bullied her to a sleepover and end their lives within their sleeps, one by one.

She's dancing by herself

She's crowned the queen of hell

Tears will sink into her skin

She's gonna get revenge

You're all gonna know her name

She's the one and only killer queen

The imagery changes to show an older looking version of the girl. Her red hair is no longer straight but instead a curly mess. A black cane within the palms of her hands and her rosy pink lips form a sinister smile. Her eyes, however, are merely covered by a shadow but with a blink of an eye you could see a sort of emerald spark shine through one of them.

She's a motherfucking killer dean, a psychopath at 17

A beautiful and broken mess

She'll fill your heart with kerosene

And light you up till you can't breath

If you break her heart you just might meet your end.

"So you're telling me that you're girlfriend is actually a serial killer on the loose?" Dovey asks with a bit of panic. "Yes but she would never kill me." "Really?" "I don't know, to be honest, it all depends on whether or not she'll love me till the end because I know I would never leave her." "But why? she's basically a Jeffery Dahmer with no control, expect the part of cannibalism!" "I love her because I know that under all of flaws and beauty, there's a broken girl who never got the chance to experience love cause everyone as always against her." Y/n finishes changing back their surroundings back to the garden. The book she held disappeared into thin air and she laid down on the ground once again, going back to watch the clouds.

"Okay but could I ask you something?" "Sure, go ahead." "What did you mean by 'killer dean'?" "Seriously? even after that whole song you still couldn't guess who I was talking about?" "No! Like- I have a hunch but I don't know if it's right" "Just say it." "Is it Lesso?" Y/n just merely sighs, turning her head to her friend and nodding her head. "Are you mad?" "What? No! Why would I be mad?" "I mean, I don't know whether or not you're cool with homosexuals or not so I assumed that-" "Well don't assume, I have no problem with you and your preferences, it's who you are, you have to embrace it, is that why you've been so secretive about her?" "Yeah, I mean if you hadn't found out that day, there's a high chance that I would have never told you, so I'm glad you found out." "I'm glad too."

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I was bored and this has been in my drafts since last year so I was like...sure why not?

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hawbella · 2 years

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BUTTERFLY

Kuroo Tetsurou x Female Reader — Spin the bottle

Summary: “I shouldn't...” “I didn't ask whether you should, I asked if you wanted to.” Kuroo Tetsurou seems to have you caught in a battle between your own selfish desires and your moral compass. So when a game of spin the bottle locks you both in a closet where temptation clouds the air, what will you choose? Him, or your virtue?

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You feel like a ghost. No matter how many sips you steal from your cup. No matter how many times your friends' laughs collide with the thumping music, your skin is invisible. Except for when he looks at you; each time you can feel every working inch of your body, you can feel your heart beating again as though his blushing brown eyes have whispered to your soul and pulled you back to life. You can't help but wonder if Diane, your only real friend at this claustrophobic party, would entirely disown you if she knew this. After all, she is madly in love with him.

But If you feel like this, for whatever unprecedented reason, and don't claim to love him...Just how strongly must she feel? How much more addictive is the adrenaline that plummets through her body each time their eyes meet? When he merely says her name? A part of you craves to find out for yourself, but you know you should let this attraction dwindle with time. Ignore it till you can laugh at the memory, maybe even laugh with her.

So why can't you?

Kuroo's turn to spin arrives, and all the while the hunk of glass spins unrelenting, you can feel Diane's hopes oozing out of her, wishing on every star above with all her strength. You want to wish for her too, and you almost do. When you don't, you only hate yourself more. And as if the universe is testing you, the devil's hand halts the emptied vodka bottle on your seated body, tempting you closer into his haven of sin.

Diane looks at you on her right, her soft eyes and small smile so foolishly trusting. Then your eyes turn to him, unprepared to meet his already-watching gaze. And there it is again, that breath of life, that rush of pure bliss washing over you, rebirthing you like a fresh-winged butterfly. He smiles. Your heart glimmers.

And still, you fail to find anything that'll justify walking into that closet wielding this all too present anticipation, expectation, and temptation. The drink in your hand, maybe? Or the fact that, even though Diane may have reserved her heart for him, they are not together, never have been. And (maybe) never will. But you can only conclude that you're simply selfish, a bad friend, and viciously greedy.

So, you walk towards the small coat closet, drink emptied and left behind, fighting the smile on your face as you follow him inside.

Pushing the door closed, darkness swells around you, nothing but the beating music penetrating the walls. You sit opposite him, the tight walls leaving you crossed-legged, knees touching, and breaths shallow. And suddenly, seven minutes has never felt so significant.

His woody scent already floods your senses, bewitching you with its cunning spell. You know it's wrong to enjoy every inhale, breathing becoming a greater luxury you won't dare take for granted. But you allow yourself not to care in this current confined moment. You allow yourself to fully relish in his intoxicating presence reserved for you only, wanting nothing more than to play by the rules of the game and close the already narrow space.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Kuroo suddenly asks, the smoky edge to his voice splintering the quiet. You almost shudder.

Looking up to meet his eyes in the dimmed darkness, you sigh gently. "I don't think that's how this game works," you half-joke, and immediately regret the flirtatious remark.

He laughs gently at your intriguing nature, a soft yet chilling sound that has you hooked to its melody. "Maybe not..." He then gives you a once-over, desire sifting his steemed gaze. "Would you rather me ask you something else?" He asks curiously, eyes flickering down to your entertained smile ever so briefly.

"Hm, like what?"

"Like..." he licks his lips, fighting a smirk, "can I kiss you?" He asks in an almost whisper, his fingertips grazing your knee like a feather, testing the tame waters.

You shake your head with an amused chuckle, "We hardly know each other," you offer as an excuse, desperate to fight off the 'yes' just hanging on the edge of your wicked tongue.

His eyes shift with a playful light. "Okay then. I love the beach, I hate losing." His gaze sharpens, the brown of his eyes bleeding with a tensity so captivating you almost drift away in them. "And I really want to kiss you," he confesses with a slow yet wily smile. "Now you."

"Okay, I love (favourite colour), and I hate early mornings."

A few beats of silence follow. "You don't wanna kiss me?" He accuses, tone teasing.

You look away with a guilt-ridden expression. "I shouldn't..."

He shakes his head with a crooked smile. "I didn't ask whether you should," his hand reaches to the rim of your jaw, his fingertips gentle against your seething skin as he brings your gaze back to him, "I asked if you wanted to."

A sharp breath escapes your tightened lungs as you notice how much closer he is: lips inches away, his warm breath kissing your skin, his gaze penetrating you like a tapered knife. Immediately, you feel goosebumps thrashing over your skin like a violent wave, and it grows harder and harder to fight off the voice in your head pleading for you to close the lessened space.

"I..." You trail off, hesitancy weighing on your lips.

He smiles amusedly. "Say it." He pushes, soft as a whisper, mystified eyes latched to the nervous bite of your lower lip. "I wanna hear you say it."

Breath heavy and heart wild, you forcibly shut out your guilty thoughts and ultimately succumb to your sinful desire. "I wanna kiss you too."

He smiles smoothly in satisfaction as his other hand glides over your thigh, and immediately you melt under his touch, allowing him to pull your body onto his lap. "Atta girl."

Glancing down at his lips, you're riddled with anticipation as he begins to lean in with sensual ease. When your lips finally meet with a shared breath of relief, soft and delicate to the touch, you savour the way his mouth feels thrust against yours. And if you didn't know any better, you'd compare the rose stain of your blended lips to the lucky omen of a pure, red butterfly, granting you your deepest desires. Except, this red is bloodied and destined to curse you; haunt you; ruin you.

He cups your cheek as he deepens the kiss, meanwhile, yours finds the roots of his dark hair, clinging to him like you're on the edge of death; heaven or hell...you can't quite tell.

When your lips part for breath, an unexpected moan slips from your throat's grasp, so soft and sighful you hardly recognise it as you — unprepared of pleasures potencies. He takes this chance to sneak his tongue between your lustful lips, tasting you with an overpowering sense of craving. He presses into you, the soft muscles of his toned chest flush against your aching breasts, and the heat between your legs only intensifies.

His hands then begin exploring every inch of your clothed skin: the curve of your hip, the faint arch in your back, the backs of your weakened thighs. Memorising you. Wanting more.

You lose count of the seconds, minutes even, as your lips latch together in breath and tongue, lost in the heightened sensations rippling over your body, coaxing you to keep going. To shamelessly long for more.

At some point, his hand runs under the thin of your shirt, palm cool and smooth against the soft skin of your abdomen. And he trails higher and higher till he reaches the hook of your bra, skimming the tight fabric, waiting for your permission. You hum under his gripping kiss, not hesitating for a moment to take what you shouldn't. And with the spill of a finger, your bra falls loose, allowing his hands to roam for whatever time remains left.

Tender breast filling his palm, he rubs your hardened nipple between his fingers, the cool of his touch giving you goosebumps. You grow entirely consumed by his every trace, his kiss, his scent, and his low and addictive grunts until the ache between your thighs becomes relentless. Until, desperately, you brush against his crotch for friction, feeling his own large arousal stiff between each roll of your eager hips.

"Fuck..." he mumbles against your kiss. Meanwhile, your fight to keep down your hopeless moans continuously trying to slip away from you.

Still, desperate to savour every ounce of this impending moment, you clutch his shirt as though it were the anchor for all your pleasure. He grips the top of your thighs in return, aiding the fast flow and steady grind of your hips over his erection. And at some point, he falls away from the kiss with a strained expression, head leaning back against the wall, a soft grunt escaping him, "God, don't stop..." he murmurs helpless, breathlessly. "Just like that."

Wanting nothing more than to comply, you get dizzy off the irresistible friction rubbing against your clit, the magnetic sensation pouring through you. And he, enamoured by the way your body moves perfectly over his, crumbles under your control.

But, as though in spite, a distant yet still shrill sing of an alarm catches your ears. A harsh knock follows, forcing you to slow as you both fight with yourselves to stop. "You guys can come out now," an unrecognised voice invades, ultimately compelling you to freeze entirely.

Kuroo's head falls to your shoulder, breath hot and uneven against your neck's skin. You wish him to kiss it, to leave a reminder on the blank space of skin. But you know your time is up.

You slide off his lap with reluctance, the prominent wetness in your underwear a sudden discomfort against the empty air. You both then stand clumsily, Kuroo adjusting his still-aroused erection in his trousers whilst you fiddle with your unclasped bra, undoubtedly panicked at your suspecting states.

A whistle of guilt tickles your bones, reaching even to the pits of your stomach as you reach for the handle. But Kuroo's firm and, wrongly so, familiar hand clasps over yours, preventing you.

You look up at him in sudden surprise. But he doesn't stay a word, despite how his eyes ask you to wait. So, with a breath still to catch and gaze hazed, you do just so: wait, hanging to his every breath in anticipation.

"I don't usually..." he begins. You raise a brow, unsure of what he's insinuating; a nervousness swimming in you. "I don't do this kind of thing with just anyone," he admits, eyes sharp and honest.

The wings of your heart flutter, almost capable of lifting you from the dirt of hell. You can't help but smile. "Me neither."

He smiles back, satisfied, and opens the door paving you back into reality where the floodgates of guilt and self-loathing await.

You stroll back to the waiting spot beside Diana. Her eyes are already on you, haunting you with ghostly hope. Maybe she thinks you talked her up? Played wing woman? You know you should have.

"What happened," she asks in innocent curiosity.

Lost for a lie, you give her a weak flash of eye contact drowned in foolish panic. "Nothing." The words rushed, dismissive, fearful. And as soon as it leaves your lust-dirty lips, you know there's no need to confess, to wonder what she'll think of you anymore.

She now knows something's happened that shouldn't have.

She can see it stained on your betraying lips, bloodied with a curse for greed, dampened with the taste of him. Marked with the death of your cocooned friendship, and the now wilting wings of butterflies, torn but true with an everlasting effect. Like dominoes, like butterflies. Like Lies: Irreversible.

#kuroo x reader #haikyuu!!#fanfic #oneshot #anime #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo x y/n #seven minutes in heaven #betrayal #make out #kuroo tetsuro x reader #light smut

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xxkookiexx · 1 year

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Sunburn - Marauders x Reader!

Warnings = Cursing

Y/n = Your name

N/n = Nickname

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“Fuck! Don’t touch it, Rem.” you winced at the pressure of Remus’ fingertips that were applying some cream to the sunburn on your shoulders. Remus rolled his eyes at your reaction, gently dabbing the more red parts listening to your quiet mumbles and curses under your breath. “It’s not my fault you weren’t wearing sunscreen.” he mumbled back then gesturing for you to turn over so he could put some on your other arm.

“It’s the sun's fault for being too hot,” you grumbled, making Remus laugh. “The sun's fault? Mate, the sun was probably going easy on you this time. Normally, Your burns are as red as lava.” he chuckled at your expression of disgust.

“That doesn’t make it any better” you whined, flinching when he rubbed a particular raw part. It seriously felt like someone had grabbed a cheese grater and grated your shoulders as if it were the last thing they’d do.

You suddenly grabbed his arm, stopping his hand from applying the cream as he stared at your face and it was as if a shadow was casted to cover your serious expression. “I swear to merlin if you let Sirius or James know or see about this I will literally murder you and rip your favourite book to shreds.” you quietly whispered in the most serious voice you could muster up.

Remus looked at you amused, but held a look of worry as well , knowing that if the boys found out about the burns you would tear the book to shreds. He sighed, removing your hand then finishing applying the cream. “Sure, whatever you chihuahua looking thing. I won't tell a soul.”

You grinned but held in a shout when he patted your arm and got up, leaving you to silently cry and hold your shoulder like it had just been shot.

Walking into the common room you became wary of the eyes that followed your every step. The four Marauders sat on the couches all spread out and seemingly occupied by something all different. James was lying on the floor with a set up of wizards chess and a tired looking Peter who was also lying on the ground but had his eyes closed. Sirius sat next to Remus with the map in his hands plus his wand but appeared to be more interested when you walked in.

Finally, Remus was watching you like a hawk, and hiding behind a book he held in his hands. ‘What’s this devil done now,” You thought silently, hoping to whatever gods you didn’t believe in would be on your side.

“Evening, Y/n.” James’ voice echoed through the empty room, yet his voice was laced with something you couldn’t decipher. “Yes. Good evening, dearest Y/n,” Sirius’ obnoxious voice added after. “Lovely weather we’re having, yes?”

“What the hell are you lot up to now?” You spat, already on guard by their unusual behaviour. He started to feel like a small bunny being watched by a group of wolves, who of course seemed to appear hungry.

Sirius and James both held shocked expressions, as if your accusation had offended them in every way possible. “How dare you assume we’re up to no good!” James sprouted, holding a pout and puckering his bottom lip out.

You scoffed and crossed your arms but to your horror you accidentally winced when you applied pressure to the burns. James and Sirius’ grins seemed to widen as they both slowly got up from their positions, instantly putting you on guard and raising a brow. Taking a few steps back, Sirius and James followed you not changin the distance and before you knew what you were doing—you bolted.

“You can’t get away from us, N/n!” James called and sprinted after you, Sirius right on his tail as they pounced after you. Remus covered a laugh with his hand as he listened out, waiting for a few seconds till he heard a shrieking scream and the sounds of laughter. But his favourite part of the event was the,

“I’ll KILL YOU, REMUS!”

He let out a small laugh and flipped the page of the book in his lap. “I’d like to see you try.”

*Cue you silently crying in the corner holding your sunburn in pain whilst both James and Sirius smiled brightly, completely ignoring the slap imprints on both their cheeks.*

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sexygrass · 8 months

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10. Sit By The Devil

"Of all the lies I have ever lived, my favorite was You and I."

genre: smut, supernatural AU, soulmate au, vampires au, werewolf au, Sub/Dom dynamics, angst, mention of traumas, mention of torture, deaths of some characters, and blood, explicit language, fluff, mature content, sadism, lots of killing, and many plot twists. warning: smut. dirty talk. many rounds. praising. degradation. pet names. lots of cum. overstimulation. fingering. cum eating? edging. jeno x f!reader

when Samantha asked him to fuck her brainless she expected him to pounce on her and ravish her here and there but the gentleness of his kisses and touches made it sound more intimate than it should.

when she impatiently whined for him to hurry up, he smirked against her skin and grined down at her "So needy," he sighed against her flushed skin making her shiver, "Must worship this body. Let me worship you." She moaned just from the feeling of his soft lips all over her skin.

kissing and biting on the supple skin of her chest, jeno groaned when Samantha tugged on his hair harshly, "Kiss me." she whimpered, the blue in her eyes deepening into a darker shade 'cause of desire. Smirking, jeno grabbed both her wrists and pinned them above her head, pushing her deeper into the mattress before crashing his lips on hers.

"Why did you push me away, doll?" he barely managed to say between kisses making samantha let out a breath when he trailed his lips down her neck, sucking and biting then kissing them better, leaving red and blue shades on her skin in his wake "I wanted to be alone."

she threaded her fingers into his hair, pushing his mouth into her chest, enjoying every suck and tug at her hardened nipple, his other hand squeezing the fat in his hand. closing her eyes, she basked at the feeling of his touches all over her body, relishing in the atention. Testing the waters, she tugged at his hair and pulled him off her chest making him release a whine before looking up at her with dark half-lidded eyes

His eyes were half-lidded, heavy with lust, "hurry, puppy. I'm not patient. I don't need foreplay. fuck me," she mumbled against his lips before sucking at his tongue. the combination of the pet name and the dirty work in addition to her sucking his breath away had him groaning in her mouth.

Feeling the air running out of his lungs, jeno broke the kiss, panting against each other's mouths. he ran his thumb on her swollen bottom lip before placing a soft peck there "Anything," he shuffled down till he was sitting between her things, "anything for you."

Jeno starts, placing a wet kiss on her ankle. Nose brushing around the skin, lips staggering up her knee till her inner thighs. One of his hands kept on kneading the soft flesh between his fingers while scattering many kisses on the other one, making her squirm, "jeno," she whined again making him chuckle.

"so, so desperate," he placed a kiss on the bruised hickies he left before planting a kiss on her clothed clit and she buckled up her hips, "pup, I need it," jeno hummed before tugging at the waistband of her pantie with her teeth and threw it behind his back.

seeing her fully nude, jeno sucked at unnecessary breath, "so pretty," he whispered and Samantha squirmed again, rubbing her thighs to get some release but jeno was quick to yank her knee to the side. his moves are no longer gentle, his eyes have turned black from lust and desire.

Without warning, he slid into her, knocking the air out of her lungs as she let out a loud moan at the burning stretch, "oh god," her chest heaved up and down, she could feel him twitch inside of her, feeling his hand come to wrap around her neck, a lewd moan escaped her when he squeezed harder, jeno groaned when she clenched around him, making it harder for him to move.

letting out an airy chuckle, he slammed his hip into her deeply, making her back arch up from the bed, "I knew you were a freak," he pulled out slowly, making her feel every ridge of his cock before slamming into her again, "M-more..I-Uh..harder, I-ugh, fuck," picking up his pace, he trusted into her so hard that he had to grip her waist to keep her grounded.

"what? big, bad Samantha can't take a big cock?" he chuckled at her fucked out expression, "Deep enough, master?" he smirked when she mewled at the name, "say it again," she grabbed his forearm and dug her nails into it, encouraging him to choke her harder. cussing under his breath, jeno delivered a specific harsh and pointy thrust right against the sweetspot that had her lose her voice and her vision to turn white, "Can't even scream now, can you?"

he pulled her neck to meet him midway in a messy and sloppy kiss, "is my master already fucked out," he cried out when he felt his orgasm approaching faster than usual, "pussy so good, clenching around me so nice. Bet you fucked many, little slut with tight hole," he grunts out, veins prominent in his neck, releasing a choked cry.

Samantha was seeing stars, tears staining her flushed face. it was past overwhelming and all she could think of is his cock dragging inside and out of her slicked walls, gripping around his size like a vice. no voice was reaching her ears but the wet noises her lower halves were emitting. the way he was fucking into her desperately, pinning her wrists above her head just like she did to him moments ago and keeping his other hand tight around her throat, scarred she might disappear or slip away from his hands made her wonder if he was horny like this all the time or it just his lust for her that making him blow her back like this.

"Come, puppy, cum for me. I-oh god..nghh.. Cum. make me a mess, cum," her voice came weezy and strangled but he caught it despite the cloud of pleasure circling his head, making his brain foggy, nothing but a mush from the intense orgasm coursing through his veins, making his painfully hard cock throb.

Samantha's breath hitched and her thighs started to shake, making her body convulse, she was close and jeno knew it as he started fucking into her with more vigor, making her eyes roll back into her skull from the intense pleasure. her heightened senses made everything hindered times better as she started feeling her flesh tearing away from its bones. she tried to hold on for longer but one pointy harsh thrust made her cry out as her orgasm broke.

she arched her back so beautifully and jeno leaned down and kissed her, swallowing all her sweet moans and pants, helping her ride her high, his pace never faltered before strings of cum fill her up as raspy cries break free. Jeno's firm weight twitches against her lower half spreading numbness along hers.

His body pushes hers deeper into the mattress cumming with intense force. His lungs empty the more he explodes, shaking fiercely against her. He breaks into pathetic whimpers as she clenches down around the thick swelling size filling her up. Cum locked inside leaving her so full, momentarily so at peace.

the room quieted down, nothing but sounds of harsh pants and loud heartbeats that Samantha was sensing hammering against her chest as jeno nuzzled his head into her neck. Slipping his soft cock out, both of them hissed.

unlike jeno who was still catching his breath, Samantha bit her lower lip and reached a hand between their bodies and stroked his sensitive member, making him cry out and scoot away from her touch.

"Please...'m sensitive," he mumbled into her neck but when he trusted into her hand, his eyes widened in horror while she smirked at him, "I think you can go for more rounds, my puppy."

jeno could feel himself get hard from the possessiveness in her voice and the pet name? he fucking loved it from her lips. manhandling him against the headboard, she straddled his lap, making his eyes go wide open, "I don't want you to love my cock more than you do me," he pouted making her smile a little, "oh, I like both of you."

like. jeno winced at the difference in what he wanted to hear but his thoughts soon were cut when he felt her tongue glid along his throat up to his cheek, before whispering in his ear, "Be my good boy, and make me cum again," he shivered when her teeth brushed his earlobe. grabbing his face between her two fingers, she watched his mouth fall open in a low moan when she sank down.

Samantha finally lost track of how many orgasms she had. Sure, her stamina was indeed unhuman, but jeno easily coped with hers as they had been rutting into each other for hours with no intention to stop any time soon.

All the bite marks on his arms, throat, and shoulder felt numb and the stinging sensation disappeared and was replaced by intense pleasure.

Missionary wasn't enough for either of them so jeno had her knees pushed next to her head, the new position making him constantly brush her G-spot making a mess out of her as she became a writhing mess under him, tears from the intensity of his beast-like thrusts soaked her flushed face, mouth open as moans and whimpers left her abused lips.

"Everything about you is consuming me.." he mumbled into her ear, his hot breath fanning over her heated skin. Kissing and nibbling on her pulse on her neck, Samantha moaned his name like a chant making him sink his teeth into her skin with a groan, "So, so damn hot. I love how you say my name...make me want to make you scream it more. louder"

When she felt his lips wrap around her sensitive bud and bite on it while tweaking the other one made her eyes roll back. "Can't you talk now?" He chuckled, smirking against her skin, "Not so mighty now, are you? Cock buried so deep, you can't talk?" He kissed under her eyes, tasting the saltiness of her tears.

"C'mn..Cum-" She gripped his shoulders and buried her face in his neck. Noticing the way her legs started to shake, he knew her next orgasm was close. grabbing at her nap, he pulled her face into his, drinking into her fucked out expression. smirking, jeno hummed, quickening his pace as his hips slammed harshly against her. lips assaulting her collarbone and breasts, licking and biting and kissing the marks after it.

"Is my beautiful doll going to cum again for me?" He rasped. A groan rambled in his chest when she clenched around him, "Baby—fuck—..ah shit—baby no— don't do that—I don't want to cum yet—ah shit, please don't do it, I wanna feel your pretty cunt wrap around me when I fill you up."

Samantha's vision went black for a second at his words. She loved it when he spoke dirty with her, she had many kinks and loved how he was slowly unlocking them, one by one. Wrapping her legs around his slim waist, she grabbed his head in her hands and guided him towards her mouth, kissing him harshly.

jeno swallowed her moans as her cum rippled through her whole body, " So good, so fucking good for me," jeno purred in her ear as he kept thrusting into her, chasing his high, leaving her whimpering at how sensitive she was, but he knew she could take it.

Kissing her throat, he bit the already abused skin that had turned purple making her throw her head back with a hiss.

"Jeno" she moaned out his name, feeling him twitch inside her, she knew he was close. Not only his thrusts had turned sloppier but his breathing also quickened. Looking her in the eyes, he saw her eyes had turned dark from the pleasure and her blue iris thinned into a blue circle lining her eyes, and unlike her lust-hooded eyes, his eyes held nothing but fondness and love towards her.

His brain was emptying the longer he stared at her, getting addicted to her, he couldn't believe he was making love to her, it was surreal, having her this way. Something he never dared to imagine—a wild fantasy.

Groaning, he let a long moan as he filled her with his seeds, painting her walls white. Taking every drop he gave her, Samantha sighed before draping her leg over his exhausted body that fell limb next to her.

"You did great, puppy." She kissed his chest, "my puppy." He groaned, burying his face into her neck making her chuckle. "Don't shy away now, it's too late." She grabbed his chin with her thumb and pointer finger, making him look at her.

"You were so good for Mommy," she mumbled against his lips, and the name made his body shiver, "Anything for you... Mommy," he mumbled under his breath, feeling his face turn red under her gaze, she grinned lazily before kissing him deeply. hearing him whimper when she squeezed his waist harshly, she smiled, he told her earlier he gets sensitive there and she didn't let that information go.

kissing his lips, he quickly kissed her back. his tired body tuning alive under her touch, the kiss turned intense as he let her take control as she pulled him down the bed after he had her in his lap, wrapping her legs around his small waist, jeno whimpered against her open mouth, "I know baby, I know" she pampered his face with kisses and licked over his face, the wolf in her growling to claim its territory.

After another round, Samantha's whole body steeled when her coil snapped and hot waves of ecstasy washed over her, jeno groaned biting over his bottom lip as he chased his high relentlessly, using her body with her consent, so when he flipped her and shoved her face into the pillows and pushed her lower back down and brought her ass app, Samantha whimpered and jeno's eyes rolled back to his skull, "so hot baby, the sexiest voice I've ever heard. All wrecked up for me. You've been taking my cock pretty good, you can go longer, yeah?"

hearing no reply, he asked again, "Yeah? Please I'm so close," he nearly dropped to his knees ready to beg her to let him cum inside. breeding kink? absolutely.

Looking over her shoulder, eyes hooded and hazy from the overwhelming sensation in her bottom, she nodded meekly, "It's too much for you. Worry about yourself, pup." Jeno whined at her use of pet names as his hand that was caressing the soft skin of her asscheek landed a harsh slap, making the fat jiggle and that alone had him harder than he already was.

"I'm good, I'm good, I'm fine, please," he started mumbling on the verge of tears, and he kept shaking his head, wet strands of hair sticking on his forehead. Rubbing her thighs, he kissed along the dib of her back till her neck, When she smiled lazily at him, he moaned like a pup would when given a treat and slammed into her with no warning making her arch her back with a long strained moan that bounced on the rooms walls.

Feeling his orgasm approaching, his thrusts turned sloppier as his chest heaved pressed against her back as he kept whispering sweet nothing into her ear. Jeno milked his cock till every drop filled her now abused and swallowed cunt, watching as some of his cum was drippin' down her thighs, jeno caressed her thighs and Samantha flinched before falling on her back with closed eyes emitting a soft chuckle from him.

"So beautiful," jeno mumbled while tracing the outline of her body with his lips till his lips reached her face. Putting a lingering kiss on her forehead. "Sleep. we will clean later," he nodded at her offer before covering their bodies with a clean blanket.

...

Waking up in the morning, jeno felt pain all over his body, his muscles were sore, the skin around his neck burning ever so lightly, bringing a ghost smile to his face. Letting a happy hum as he felt the warm sun on his skin. Turning to his left, he saw sleeping on her chest, her naked body on display. Smiling, he draped his leg over her, straddling her waist.

Jeno felt butterflies in his stomach at the scene. Her face was squished on the mattress making her lips pucker, and her long dark hair was messily disheveled on the pillow and part down her back, she looked so peaceful and adorable. Her small frame was moved as jeno couldn't keep his hands to himself as he brought her into his arms, wrapping his strong arms around her torso, he tightened his hold on her as if fearing he might lose her and that thought alone scared him that goosebumps appeared on his skin.

He was staring at her, so lost in thoughts that he didn't notice her steering in her sleep. Once he felt her other leg draped over his, tangling her body into his, he snapped out of his train of thought.

"Good morning," he mumbled, voice a gruff rasp from sleep. "If you are done staring, I can't stop pretending to be asleep." A warm blush tinted Jeno's cheeks as he covered his flustered state with an adorable, shy-eyed smile. He started drawing patterns on the dib of her waist as Samantha hummed, before rolling around and pressing her cheek over his chest, enjoying his loud and fast heartbeats.

"You are the first human I slept with out of my soulmates' line." She declared, "Hope I wasn't mean. I tend to lose control sometimes. You're not hurt, right?" Smiling at her genuine question, he blushed afterward as the memory of her dominating him flashed in his mind.

"I-Im fine, don't worry...it was the best night I had in my life," he mumbled making Samantha laugh softly. "God, you're too cute for your own good," she leaned on her elbow and ruffled his hair, portraying an owner patting her pet.

Sitting up, jeno gawked, "Why...why...that's not fair!" He slumped his face on the mattress mumbling about how his bites and all the marks he drew in her skin had gone, seemingly forgetting about her healing ability. looking at him, she smiled, "Speaking of fairness, you didn't say you kick in your sleep."

"...wait—what? Did you say I kicked you in my sleep?" His mind finally registered her words. hearing her laugh, his face flushed red with embarrassment.

Chuckling softly, Samantha stretched her arm towards him, "Come, let us shower."

...

"Are you trying to turn me on right now? because it's working." Samantha shook her head as she walked down the stairs with the latter trailing behind her, his eyes were trained on her ass, and for that, she was swaying side to side it on purpose, she indeed loved the effect she had over him.

she opted for a grey plaid coat knitted cardigan high waist skirt suit that wrapped her hourglass body beautifully, black heeled boots, and a necklace with a crescent as a pendant. deciding to let her hair down, she also chose to keep her face makeup-free, only a lip gloss.

"I'm going to meet a special someone today, and I like to dress nicely," she answered as she poured herself a cup of coffee. Matilda had a day off; leaving the house empty but for the two.

"Is this special one worth all this?" he arched a brow at her, "My, are you jealous?" he shrugged, "One night of sex and you suddenly turned into... my protective lover?" She shook her head and placed her cup down.

"jeno, I hate lying so let me set things clear—" he cut her off by pressing his lips on hers, the taste of her sweet morning coffee lingering on her lips, "I know what you're going to say," he cupped her face with both his hands, "you're using me cause you can't have Mark— because you don't want to have him." he corrected. " I know. you explained this last night. but I want you to know that I don't mind. use me for all I care. As long that means I get to spend time with you I'm okay with what I get." he smiled at her, his eyes turning to a crescent. kissing her nose, he grabbed her cup and walked to the living room.

Samantha was dumbfounded, taking a deep breath she followed him. grabbing a black cap, she threw it at him, "Get up. I'm leaving to meet a witch, you're coming with me."

...

"Where's Jungwoo?" Jisung asked, "he's with them, busy planning on how to persuade the hybrid to give Taeil back," Haechan answered casually. "Aren't you their best choice?" Renjun nodded his head at Mark, "Yeah, but they said I must stay away from her, so here I am, eating ice cream in October."

Jaemin rolled his eyes before taking an ample bite of his chocolate chip cockies sundae, "who doesn't love ice cream?" chenle chipped, "Well, I didn't say I don't love it but you'll get sick eating it in winter."

of course, Mark and Haechan won't get sick since they're vampires but the rest don't know, They're oblivious that their childhood friends are vampires, only jisung does and he swore to zip it up.

finishing his cone, haechan threw it in the trash can before standing up, "Who wants to skate? There's this empty pool I found days ago," Mark gave him a portent glance, "The house is ain't empty, though!" Chenle snickered. "Are you asking us to trespass? cause I'm in."

they both high-fived and looked at the rest with excited eyes, "well, If Chenle's in then so am I," said jaemin, "If Jaemin is in, then why not? Come Jisung, this time, there will be no helmet," the youngest rolled his eyes before throwing his empty cup in the trash can. "oh, Speaking of winter..she texted me, you don't mind if she tagged along?" the shook their head 'no'.

"I thought you broke up?" chenle asked, "Yeah, didn't she cheat on you?" Mark snorted, "It was a misunderstanding," Haechan snapped his fingers, "but he cheated and she doesn't know." They all laughed while Mark slapped his brother's shoulder.

they turned to Renjun who was silently eating, "How about you eonjunnie? won't you join us?" Mark looked at him, "I can't. I'm visiting my grandma today, I haven't seen her in a long time," they all nodded, sympathetically. "next time, let all of us go meet her, I miss your grandmother's bakings," jaemin piped in. "there's nothing as grandma Matilda's apple pie, I'm telling you."

haechan hummed, "Send her our greetings. hm...I wonder if the Choi's are home... see you later, Renjun! Take care and don't die!" The black-haired shook his head with a small smile, "Why does he always say the same thing? I don't know."

...

knocking three times, Samantha stepped back and waited for the door to open, "Is this the Bennet witch's house? Bonnie is her name, right??" She nodded, "I need a witch to do me a favor."

The door opened and a short brunette girl stood at the door with a slightly shocked face, "Samantha Mikaelson, to what do I owe this pleasure?" Samantha smiled at her, "I was hoping for you to help me with this small problem I have, you can call it a favor if you like,"

"And why would I help you? your brother tried to kill me. terrorized my friend. killed Tyler's mom, and even killed Elena! I'm sure as hell you're no different from him, "jeno watched Samantha's calm face which made it hard to read her feelings or expect her reactions.

"Well, I'm aware of Niklaus's doings, and yes, I'm no different to him or any one of my siblings," She stepped closer to her but halted at the doorframe; she couldn't walk inside unless she was invited.

"You so far have almost met all my siblings except me. you don't want to know what I may do to you. I could've threatened you but I have chosen to be more civilized... so why don't you be a good little witch and listen." Her dark voice did have an effect as Bonnie eyed her sternly; her green eyes burning holes through her blue ones.

"If a strong motivation is what you need for you to do as I say... then I shall give you one." Bonnie stepped back inside her house alarmingly, "Show no worries, dear. I'm not going to harm you." She placed her hands on both sides of the door frame. "This evening, Stefan and Damon shall return home. help me and I will let them live. don't, and I will kill blonde." She beamed a smile.

jeno was absolutely fascinated by her ways, her confidence, and her self-control. He was aware that her brother is known for his bad temper and being unreasonable, unable to act rather politically unlike what Samantha is displaying.

"Fine, what is it you want?" she frowned at her, "Ah, nothing much. Just a boundary spell, it's been bothering me for a while. Tomorrow suits you?" She nodded, "I'll see what I can do."

"wonderful. I'll send a friend of mine to pick you up tomorrow then." she nodded and left.

"Where now?" tightening the belt of her woolen coat around her waist, she looked at him, "I feel like wanting ice cream now, can we have some?" he suggested while opening the car door, "it's October," he shrugged, "So?"

a call Samantha got from one of her vampires made her change her plans and head back home, "I thought you were meeting a special someone," he mocked her. "Oh, yes, I'm still meeting them." he hummed and picked Wes up. the cat seemed pissed as it dug its claws in his collar, riping it a bit.

"Why does this satanic cat hate me this much!?" he pouted and threw it at the couch making Samantha laugh.

"Come here, let me see if there's any scratch," she stifled a laugh when she saw him glaring at the cat before walking to her. He sat next to her and lifted his head for her to examine his neck, "It's kinda unfair that all the marks I gave you disappeared while yours didn't." She scoffed a laugh, "My healing ability is quite superior, something like a hickey doesn't last long." She stated, "Oh, it's just a small cut...now it's added to the tiny bites I gave you."

he narrowed his eyes at her before grabbing her and placing her on his lap, "Tiny?" he emphasized. "These are anything but tiny!" he pointed at the redness on his collarbone, "You didn't seem angry when I made them last night," she smirked before giggling at the face he made, "Well, I didn't get to see my marks last night so I'm making new ones," she laughed as he starts kissing her neck, a shiver tingled every part of her body.

when he started biting and sucking the subtle skin down the swell of her chest, she moaned softly causing him to tighten his grip on her bare waist more as he pulled her closer, "What a nice little sound, I think I'll bite there again."

she let a content sigh before placing her hand on his nape and bringing his mouth closer to her heated skin as she threaded her finger on his soft, thick black hair, pulling a moan from him. "You should play with my hair more— love it a lot" he breathed out. feeling her grind on him, he growled in her ear as he slid his hands from her knees up to her thighs slowly.

"tell me how good this feels, okay?" he said against her swollen lips. "fuck—good, it feels good—shit," she whimpered as he slowly unbuttoned the two buttons of her crop top and slid it down her arms. living her tight skirt up her hips, he slapped her ass, pulling a needy moan from her. his big hand print decorating it.

"Why y-you're not...w-wearing anything under that?" she smirked before smashing her lips on his in a rough kiss, "Can I have you please?" he looked at her with eyes filled with lust, "Yes, yes you can," she breathlessly whispered. kneading the soft skin of her thighs, he ran his fingertips along the outline of her inner thighs, making her shudder.

his skilled fingers teasing her slithered labia and she whined into his mouth "Don't tease". his left hand grabbed her soft ass, kneading the soft skin while his right hand start fingering her in and out into her wet mound, the wet squelch voices of her folds swallowing his now two-digit blessing their ears.

Samantha let a needy moan as felt how drenched his black shorts get with her wetness, "shit—f-faster, I'm close," she buried her head in his neck and jeno pleasingly did as she asked as he start curling and pumping his fingers in and out faster.

she grabbed his wide shoulders with both her hands for support as his mouth was sucking and kissing on the subtle skin on her breast, "I love this bra on you, so pretty—ah, can— can I keep it? It looks hot—" he moaned loudly. she was wearing a crimson lace bra that complimented her skin tone. a layer of sweat decorated her skin making her skin glow under the natural light. running her fingers into his locks, she pushed the strands of hair that suck into his now-damp forehead. Samantha's wolf side made her body temperature increase more than that of an average normal human body, resulting in her heated skin making jeno's shirt drenched in sweat now his toned torso visible under the white fabric.

both they're breathing was irregular and heavy as Samantha's thighs began to shake, indicating she was close, "cum for me, baby. cum around my fingers," she let one throaty moan before slumping her body on him. jeno brought his glistened fingers to his lips and licked them clean in front of her "I love the way you look with my fingers inside you but this...this is my favorite, I love how sweet you taste, my love."

Samantha chuckled and looked at him, his lips swollen and glistened with her cum, smirking, she pulled him for a passionate kiss; she didn't care if by that she was tasting herself on him. jeno melted in the action before grunting into her mouth, "Look what you did to me," his husky voice made her skin crawl with goosebumps. he placed her hand on his hard member and his wet thighs; wet from her cum. "now, someone needs to fix this." he looked at her with pouty lips as she ran her hand through his hair as he admired her fondly.

"Right now, I genuinely want to take you upstairs and kiss every inch of your body. fuck you senselessly as I enjoy you screaming my name, till the both of us reach our limits. just like last night," he whispered in her ear before biting her earlobe teasingly, pulling another soft moan from her.

"As much as I find your offer tempting but we can't. go shower and change your clothes. I wish I could help you but I can't, my guests are coming in ten minutes." She stood up. the look of disappointment on his face was priceless, "Be a good boy and I might let you taste it," she winked at him and turned around to search for her phone.

feeling him stand behind her and squeeze her ass, she yelped before giggling, "go hurry," he sighed before rolling his shoulders and heading toward the stairs but halted when she called for him.

"Oh how about these—" she pointed at the biting marks and the reddish hickies on his neck, collarbone, and covered biceps before straightening his shirt, "you sure you don't want me to heal them?" he nodded with a shrug. "I don't remember ever having this many hickeys. but I don't mind." he marched towards her, kissed her nose then turned away and left.

after taking another shower, she opted for a black knit long-sleeve v-neck bodycon dress and black heeled thigh-high boots. choosing red lipstick to finish her look, she heads down. sitting on the couch, she was enjoying her scotch when a knock erupted in the house. walking to the front door, she opened it with a smile. "Took you long enough, boys."

they held their breath before exhaling it out, "Why standing there, You're here to talk, right? Come in, let us talk." She stood by the side and let them enter.

Once they sat on the opposite couch, she offered them a drink, "No, thank you." Johnny declined. She sipped her drink and eyed the four of them. there was an awkward silence as no one of them talked.

"Are we going to sit here and stare at each other all day? I have things to do and take care of."

She was eying them closely, one by one, "It's rude to not introduce yourselves. I know you presume I know your names but I don't, I'm not interested that much." She clicked her tongue. the boys were taken aback by her puckish smile and slightly offensive statement. they also were stunned by her natural beauty and no doubt they found her attractive.

Taeyong cleared his throat and opened his mouth but she raised her hand at him, "Not you. I know you, I'm talking about the other three handsome men. how about you start? you with the innocent doe eyes?"

jungwoo shifted in his seat, "Me? Oh, my name is Jungwoo". "Jaehyun," said jaehyun casually "such handsome faces," She smiled at them before drifting her eyes to the third one, "And I'm Johnny, Johnny Suh." his name rang a bell into her but she decided to ignore it for now, "I guess I need no introduction myself." she rubbed her thumb with her index as he eyed them with a crooked smile.

placing her glass on the nightstand beside her, she voiced out "The way I see things is that you're here to ask for something, right? correct me if I'm mistaken, you want Moon Taeil back?"

She looked at them and taeyong nodded, "Fine."

They all looked at her with arched brows, "Just like that?" jaehyun questioned with his fingers interwind. "Of course not." She tugged on her low lip with her index finger, "Bring me Stefan and Damon, and I shall give you Taeil back." They exchanged glances before turning at her.

"Fine, give him to us and we will—" she cut them off, "bring them now." She looked at them with an emotionless face, "The sooner the better, for the sake of your friend, of course," she smirked at them and an unsettling feeling coursed in them. taeyong sighed before fishing his phone out and sending a text. "They'll be here in ten minutes."

"Wonderful! In the meantime, Taeyong. would you mind if we spoke at a... more private place?" he looked at her, contemplating whether to listen to his mind screaming at him not to accept or glace at the royal red flag that was floating behind her—basically, everything was telling him not to.

"Yes, sure."

Jeno got himself off on his own before taking a shower and changing into a grey sweatshirt and black sweatpants and heading downstairs, once he reached the down floor he called for Samantha.

"I wanted to mark you but I ended up being marked, how ironic." he scoffed. He was ruffling his hair with a small towel when he walked down the three steps into the grand hall but halted.

Johnny was standing by the fireplace chatting with Jaehyun about something while Jungwoo was looking at the paintings when they turned to him with wide eyes. when he saw them he almost tripped on his feet but jungwoo whooshed towards him and caught him.

"Jeno?" "Woo?" Jaehyun and Johnny appeared next to them with gaping mouths, "Oh my god, how you're alive?!" jungwoo hugged him tightly till the youngest tapped on his arm to let him breathe. "You look....you look...fine... Oh god, this is insane," jaehyun exclaimed, cupping his cheeks.

When Johnny tried to examine his neck for any bites, he held his hands "Guys, I'm fine. Relax," he smiled sheepishly at him. jaehyun looked at him suspiciously before sighing, "We really missed you, don't you dare die on me again you piece of shit, taeyong nearly lost his mind." jeno laughed and nodded, "Yes sir." he smiled at them, "is he here?"

as if that was a cue, taeyong stepped out of the study room with a pale face making Johnny knit his eyebrows worriedly.

"TY!" Jeno yelled and launched to hug him. taeyong's mind didn't register until he felt him squeezing him, "god, how much I missed you." Samantha leaned on the doorframe eying the scene where the brothers hugged each other with teary eyes.

Johnny's eyes were fixated on her, his fists were clenching and unclenching from anger. she didn't only take Taeil but was holding Jeno hostage. when he caught her looking at him, he saw her smirk turning smug.

rising her eyebrow teasingly at him, he saw her walking toward Taeyong and jeno who were still hugging and asking each other a billion questions per second, "Did you enjoy my surprise for you, love?"

Taeyong slowly pulled away and made his brother stand behind him, jeno's eyes flickered between the both of them, scared for what she might do to his brother.

taking a step closer toward them, Jeno saw his brother's eyes starting to turn dark and his jaw clenching. He saw him glaring at the hybrid intensely as he wrapped his hand around his wrist protectively. "why he's here!?" he screamed at her, furious. "Was it you who plotted all this—"

He got cut when she fisted his shirt and lifted him off the floor effortlessly, her angry red eyes flaring at him, "DON'T. YOU. DARE. TO. YELL. AT. ME!" She threw him to the side into a closet, completely shattering it. Jaehyun and Johnny soon stood in front of her ready to bounce back while Jungwoo rushed to pull the stake that pierced Taeyong's shoulder.

"Guys it's fine, She didn't hurt me! She's in fact who saved me, Stop!" Jeno stood in between them holding his hands up, skittishly. "jeno, wake up! she's an original! she's not a lifesaver!" jaehyun yelled at him and Samantha smirked.

"Watch your mouth before I pluck your tongue out, pretty boy." jaehyun glared at her, "Jeno come here," Jeno looked back at them before walking and standing behind her. Taeyong looked at him with a gaping mouth, "What have you done to him?"

"Well, he's perfectly fine as far as you can see, but I can change that if you don't behave. now sit down," she ordered them with a dead voice. sitting on the couch with a leg on the other, she called, "jeno, love. Come here," She patted the space next to her. the black-haired male looked at his brother with pleading eyes. 'Calm down' he mouthed at him.

breathing through his nose and exhaling through his mouth, he sat too. the rest followed hastily and sat on the opposite couch, "How are you alive?" taeyong asked, still not believing his eyes. Jeno looked at her before looking back at his brother. When she nodded curtly, he took a breath before explaining. Johnny noticed the small act but chose not to ask yet.

"That day, I didn't die. Damon saved me before Stefan could've killed me. the body you found wasn't mine. I was in a magical slumber ever since till Samantha woke me up." Jaehyun scoffed, "A modern sleepy beauty," he mumbled under his breath.

"What's your intention behind keeping him?" Samantha looked at him before looking at Jeno and then back at Taeyong, sending him a knowing look, the latter gulped nervously.

"nothing bad," she lifted her hand and caressed his cheek. sensing his apprehension, she sighed before pulling her hand away making his eyes widen for a fraction, he quickly grabbed her withdrawing hand and placed it between his.

she slowly averted her eyes from Jeno who was smiling anxiously at the shocked four vampires, How pathetic, she smirked at them. Jeno knew the reason why they were eying him the way they were doing. he know, but he felt more confused as to why he was acting like this towards her, Did he catch feeling for her? or was he scared of what she might do them, or what she might do to him?

Jaehyun squinted his eyes at her suspiciously, "What have you done to Jeno?" he emphasized. "him?" she looked at him with a small pout, "Nothing. all this time I've been taking good care of him, right, love?" she taunted with a grin. he laughed humorlessly before nodding.

"Nonsense, anyone can see how weirdly he's acting!" Johnny exclaimed, testy. jeno arched a brow at him and scoffed loudly, "I'm fine! the only reason for my actions is that I'm afraid for your lives because I know you can't keep your damn mouths shut and always say the wrong things! and I know for damn sure you ain't here for me! if you really cared for me, you would've turned me into a vampire so I can protect myself but you chose to be selfish, so here we are!" he snapped at them.

the tension in the room was thick enough that you could slice through it with a knife. Samantha was leaning with her arms crossed over her chest enjoying the drama with an amused grin, "Is this what you were feeding him up about us? You were trying to turn him against us!?" jungwoo exclaimed, furiously. "I refused to turn you fearing you'd turn into a monster like me!" jeno eyed his brother with wide eyes, "I wanted you to keep your humanity and have a normal life, a life where you're not forced to kill to live."

After Taeyong's outburst, silence loomed over them as they stared at each other, "She has nothing to do with my opinion nor my thoughts," jeno mumbled but everyone could hear it. jaehyun scoffed, "Are you defending her—"

"ENOUGH!" all of them flinched at her sudden yell," You do not dare to disrespect me and not expect me not to lose my self-control! I can dismember you piece by piece in mere seconds. I'm holding myself just because I told Mark that I won't kill you unless you give me a reason to and right now you're giving me plenty." Her low voice sent goosebumps down their spines. For a second they forgot in the presence of whom they were sitting, and with one look at her flaring eyes, they guessed the depth of her rage.

a knock was heard, "Oh, they're here!"

"Thank you, Jake."

"No problem, man."

There were two coffins in the grand hall, walking towards them, She opened the caskets and eyed the gray and veiny corpse wordlessly before closing it back, they were dried out of blood—they were desiccated.

another knock bounced around the house before the door flung open. Chen entered with taeil leaning on him; he wasn't able to stand due to the remaining black magic in his body from Papa Tunde's blade.

"Chen...?" taeyong called, shakenly. his voice lingered with surprise and disappointment. "Somehow, I expected you'd be one way or another to be related to her. but you Taemin?! I thought you were our friend!" Taemin sighed and rolled his eyes, shamelessly while Chen eyed him dully before walking to the couch and placing Taeil down. "Taeil," Johnny reached him with a heavy heart. "What have you done to him!?" Johnny and Jaehyun cried out in contempt.

Chen slumped his body on the couch, eying them boringly while Taemin casually poured himself a glass of whiskey and sat next to Taeyong on the couch. Samantha stood up and went behind the couch with her hands on the edge of the headrest. twisting her lips to the side, she clicked her tongue "The same thing he did to me," Chen smirked and brought the blade from his coat pocket and handed it to her.

"I daggered him with this," she held the bone piece delicately in her hands, "he's profoundly powerless since you know.. he was in a state of constant and extreme agony. he needs rest and feeding. later, you'll see the results of being daggered by this blade. no one has ever hurt me and lived to regret it. count this as a miracle."

the sarcasm was dripping from her voice, "As for Chen," she placed her hands on both his shoulders, "he and all the Elites are my vampires, I sired them. I formed the Elites," she smirked at them. Chen placed his hand on top of hers that was on his left shoulder, before looking at them with an unwavering smile.

"Taemin is indeed your friend, though. don't misunderstand that. but his loyalty is to her. After all, he's her protege," they blinked their eyes, dumbfounded. Taemin smiled softly at taeyong and placed a hand on his shoulder but the latter jerked his hand away with a scowl, "Don't. touch. me." he threatened him, bitterly.

Johnny carried the half-conscious Taeil and headed out immediately as if he was waiting for this moment eagerly. the rest followed. Jeno eyed Taeyong's hand that was dragging him along with him, "Ty, I can't" jeno protested. Taeyong looked at him puzzled, "You can't do what?"

"Unless she let me, I can't leave." Jeno stepped back into the house with glossy eyes.

"I hexed him," Taemin lazily shouted, "if he leaves without her permission, he dies. He's bonded." Taeyong's nostrils flared with rage, seeing her smiling at him only made his blood boil under his skin. he was helpless, unable to save his baby brother from the world's most wicked beast.

"Unless," she said, loudly. he turned to her, his hands still holding his brother's wrist dearly, "unless what?"

"Remember what I told you earlier" She walked to them and placed a hand over jeno's shoulder before smiling softly at him and rubbing his back comfortingly as if she was soothing his racing heart. Taeyong reluctantly stepped back, eyes fixated on them both.

"Until then I think this handsome brother is staying with me then," she back hugged him and placed her chin on his shoulder. tilting her head, she looked him in the eyes with a contagious smile that jeno couldn't help but mirror. her sudden cuteness and clinginess made him ponder her true intentions but the loud voice of his thumping heart blocked his ears from hearing his own thoughts.

"Don't worry, Ty. I won't hurt him. Think about my offer, it's not that difficult it's rather simple." She smiled at him as she placed her hand over jeno's heart, her eyes turning red for a fraction of time before turning back to blue.

she mouthed him something only he caught before Chen closed the door behind him.

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suniix · 1 year

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love me in the night, leave me in the morning | aki hayakawa x reader

synopsis | everyday you go to sleep hoping he’ll stay and everyday you wake up disappointed

word count | 461

warning | it’s insinuated aki and the reader fuck

notes | little blurb, i want more sfw aki fics. if anyone has any aki ideas pls send them my way 🙏

It couldn’t have been later than six am when you were awoken by the gentle sound of a door closing. It was so light, almost as if you weren’t meant to hear. You ignored the sound, attempting to fall back to sleep by rolling over. You slowly reached over, attempting to feel for the familiar warmth of your favorite person, only to feel nothing but cold bed sheets.

Ah, right. You had almost forgotten, he never stayed in the mornings. As much as you begged the night prior he never did, maybe that’s why he always left before you awoke. You couldn’t blame him though, really. The life of a devil hunter was a hard one and Aki Hayakawa was one hell of a devil hunter. If only he put that much effort into your relationship, if you could even call it that at this point.

You slowly sat up, holding the bedsheets against your bare body. You hadn’t noticed how cold it really was until Aki left, maybe the cold season came early. Staring at the empty spot next to you made you feel empty, not even a dip in the bed was left as evidence of prior nights.

It’s been so long you could barely recall a time when he’d stay, or maybe that time never existed.

You’d like to think it did exist. Days, weeks, maybe even months ago, back when you’d wake up to the sweet and warm smell of breakfast instead of being awoken by the coldness of an empty bed. It seemed that when he left he took the warmth of your shared apartment with him.

You don’t know when it happened, but it was like a flip had switched. He had gone from waking you up with sweet kisses to just walking out your front door without even whispering a goodbye. Maybe he was always like this but you refused to accept it.

But it didn’t matter.

For now you’d settle for the late night visits. The kisses you’d share left a lingering sensation, even after his lips left yours. There was an urgency behind each one, like he was afraid each one would be his last. Even though your clothes were long discarded you’d keep each other warm. The way his eyes looked into yours told you how much he loved you without actually saying it, it was something that would forever be ingrained in your memory. Sometimes after the long night was over he’d catch you by surprise, mumbling a small ‘I love you’ before kissing your head and falling asleep.

Yes, for now you’re content with settling on the memory of what he used to be as long as he came home to you alive at the end of the day.

thank you for reading till the end! :D

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yugocar · 9 months

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Marina Abramović’s universe: universalising the particular in Balkan Epic, Louisa Avgita

#this part is not about abramovic but really interesting commentary on performance art #performance art #marina abramovic #till the devil whispered behind the leaves #q

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rainydaylately · 2 years

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❥ 𝙜𝙤𝙙 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙬𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣 ❥

❥ 𝙚𝙡𝙞 𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙣𝙨𝙛𝙬 ❥

❥ author's note: HI BICHES welcome to the first fic for this page!!!! i havent many like “request here” type of post but that’ll be up soon but i will be taking request for any paul dano characters + more real soon!!! hope y’all enjoy freaks heart emoji

❥ summary: the town is a bunch of chismosos and shit talk you but who tf cares tbh, eli thinks ur moms a hoe sike ur the hoe and "cleanses" you

❥ warnings: hardcore sex *hearteyes* u also bitch slap eli sunday, fem afab reader i can also make a amab or genderneutral if yall want xoxo gossip girl

it was always a wonder to you on how the church functioned the way it did, scriptures and prayers almost yelled out enough for the heavens to hear with curious ears. definitely, there was really nothing else to do in the meek and dull town residing in scorching california. practically every day the entire town would pass into the church, praying and crying and screaming out to the man in the clouds to help them. forgive them, odd how many were yelled at. begging on their knees for forgiveness like starving dog wishing and slobbering for just a bite of meat.

perhaps it was for the better, a new look for a quaint town. church was always there and welcomed all, but you found it best to keep yourself away from the aura that nipped at you. leaving imaginary stings as it just felt, off. often, you'd walk past the church whenever you went out in town to run daily errands. politely giving sweet "hellos" and "goodbyes" before running off with your group of friends that you adored for days and nights full of gleam and laughter.

nothing grew in the deserted earth of the town, but when you were out having fun it felt like a field of tulips in bloom. standing proud and tall for the sunshine to expose their happiness.

at this age finally leaving adolescence and entering adulthood would be a grand experience, one where you would explore willingly. of course, many people liked to spread rumors about the many townsfolk going out late at night and not coming back till the next day. deeming them "wild" and "improper," funny how many of the most judgmental souls are in reality controlling hypocrites who hide behind the bible.

the older townsfolk had the biggest mouths though, coming up to you with a concerned look on their face. aged hands taking yours with their finger pads stroking against soft skin only to mask their words that wanted to dig under your skin. thick skin being the result of those snobby and back handed compliments, but the one time that your blood began to boil was the comment, "a lady like you needs to slow down, go find yourself a husband to calm you. eli sunday has yet to have a woman of his own, why don't you head by the church for him."

now, in religious practices everyone is taught not to hate, love thyself or whatever eli sunday has mentioned, but you know damn well eli sunday hated you and your guts.

well perhaps you shouldn't have called him a blind sheep leading the herd off a cliff but really that's what he was attempting to do, and successfully doing so as the herd of sheep yelled and threw insults at you. shaming and ridiculing you as you walked out of the chapel that day on an unfortunate afternoon.

but besties that, you never fancied eli sunday or try to talk to him or any of that nonsense. you had your own life and he had his own strange life following the word of a novel that has been altered generation after generation.

once the town began spreading their rumors about you, you never batted your eyelashes. whispers and murmurs whenever you passed by. words spreading like wild fire to the devil's ears, and this devil was eli sunday.

painting himself not to be nosy, he walked up to two elders in the middle of a conversation after mass.

"oh my apologizes, was i interrupting you two?" eli softly asks, like poisoned honey imitating sweetness when in secret is actually lethal.

"goodness no eli, we were just discussing about that girl running around the streets at night. [name] she is, you remember her, yes?"

he nods with a gentle bow, "yes i remember quite well actually," smugly remembering the memories of your snappy remarks as he chuckled to himself.

"that girl has been possessed by a demon," another man joined.

"oh don't be so rude, she's young!" a woman walks into the circle.

"all the more lethal!" an old man shouted.

"now now there no need to yell about this," eli raised his arms up to mellow down the crowd that assembled.

"but eli she's a devil woman!" many of the crowd agreed. conspiring numerous rumors and lies about you and what you were doing all night out.

truly, you weren't doing anything wrong. going out dancing at night, picking fun of overly drunk men at the bars as they attempted to flirt with you before practically passing out on whisky. even just running down the creek with your friends to raise the fabrics of your dresses and pants to step into the water. finding rocks to throw into the water. but alas, many of the judgmental received their kicks in tearing down others but frankly that would never happen. you'd be damned before anyone laid a hand on you.

finally returning after the eventful night, you quietly walked into your house with the scent of fresh bakery from the kitchen. a lovely morning filled with the fresh spring breeze, summer just right by and you debated how you would handle california's hell season with the blistering sun.

you walked to your mother and greeted her with a hug, asking how she was during the time you were gone. you two sat at the dinner table eating the warm pastries as she filled you with all the information.

though, her face shifted. questioning her she responded.

"i've heard about what the towns people are saying about you," she pauses whilst you set down a pastry and folded your hands, "i'm just worried about you."

"worried why? you know the town is only saying things to get some sort of kick," you reply in mostly disbelief towards your mother.

"i know honey," she caressed your hand, "and you know i want whats best for you and for nothing to every happen to you right" you nod.

"well that's why i arranged for eli sunday to have a meeting with you! nothing odd just a short session to rid anything...if anything is there at least!" her tone was laced in sweetness to not upset you. but to have eli sunday? eli sunday who's head looks too big to stand on his neck come and do what? prance around you while shouting a paragraph from the book of lies? hard pass.

it would be an absolute honor for eli sunday to rid of all the sin and evil from your body, in his mind he knew there was some sort of demon inside of you to make you refuse to attend church and choose fun over christ. reading that allowed would definitely sound strange. oh and do not read this text around any hardcore religious adults, fair warning bozos.

eli's hair neatly slicked back with his proper little suit nice and fitted as he walked to your home that evening. your mother being gone as she needed to visit one of the women in charge of fabrics, leaving you and eli alone for the session.

unamused at the knock on your front door, you did not get up from your seat on the couch to answer it. there was another knock followed by silence, then another knock.

"[flop ass name] i've come for our session," he states loud enough for someone to hear inside, "i'll just let myself in."

weirdo. he opens the door revealing you seated upon the couch. bored and not wanting to pay attention to the dressed up man who closed the door behind him.

eli only looks around your house to take in everything, the decorations and the little vase of flowers sitting on a nearby table. his dumb smile plastered on his face as he looks you down, as if to belittle you and show you that he's the one in power at the moment.

"so, your mother wanted me to have a session with you. rid any demons that may have possessed you," he begins, "it'll be simple, i'll check you for any signs and have you say a prayer with me."

"i'm thrilled," you roll your eyes and eli shoots a glare.

eli crouches in front of you with a grimace on his face, "i can already feel it."

"feel what?"

"the demon, it's here."

"how? that's ridiculous,"eli begins to spew nonsense about feeling the presence of the demon, even saying the demon has a hand wrapped around your throat to control you like some sort of puppet. once he finished explaining it grew silent, the look on his face made you laugh. a giggle at first then laughter, the so called horror and fear was all just a mask and you knew it.

"i don't understand what you find so amusing [name], i'm trying to help you," eli became upset.

"no you're not, you're only trying to make yourself look better to the town," you say, "you promise all the redemption and shout prayer after prayer but turn your back whenever an untrue rumor conspires against someone."

"that's not true-"

"yes it is." you cut him off, "it's happened to so many people in the town including me."

the tips of eli's ears began to burn red, becoming angry from your attitude problem.

"those people and you are not following the ideals that god has provided in the bible." he stated.

"to hell with your ideas," your reply to your words was a sting from his hand slapping you. enough to turn your head in shock, turning back with a smile you spoke up, "do it again."

eli's face twists with disdain in contrast with the heat that begun in his chest and up into his face, looking down at you with your smile that laced with evil he sucks in air through his teeth.

"what's wrong eli?" you ask innocently, then raise a hand to caresses his face. it's soft, who would've known.

his hands became clammy when you pushed yourself off the couch and kneeled down with eli, trailing your fingers against the top of his suit.

"you seem tense," you whisper for only eli to hear, "i can fix that."

leaning in, you press a chaste kiss against eli's lips. Shockingly, they're soft. Eli's hands become shaken, clammy as he has no idea what to do or where to put them. Only squeezing his eyes shut before slipping a glance to see your pretty face so close. His mood erratically changed from anger to shock, then to yearning once you pulled away.

Looking directly at his dumb flushed state, you laugh at him. Confused, eli opens his mouth before shutting it once more in embarrassment. A burning sensation was dusted from the tips of his ears, traveling from his face down to his chest. Only god and himself would know the heat only traveled further downward with the way you inched closer to him.

"you look so pathetic like this, but i can't help that i like it," you press another kiss against his small lips. There's no love or affection but only hunger and lust, and also inexperience on eli's behalf. It didn't matter though, he was going to become such a nice little plaything for you.

Seating him on the couch, his shirt was unbuttoned exposing the marks of sin. Dark reds and purples littered across his neck and chest creating its own painting of beauty. The evil would adore it yet the heavens above would find it disgraceful. How dare eli sunday allow this to happen? How dare eli sunday, the priest of the town, the one who everyone turned to confess there sins to was turning his back on them. How dare he quiver and shake as you undid the belt of trousers.

He was pent up and easily turned on, by the looks of it he seemed to at least turn his back on god once or twice. Wondering how he looked teary eyed and on his knees begging for mercy, it lightened you core. Building up a wetness within your panties that would later be addressed.

"[Name]..." he breaths out as if telling a deep and dark rooted secret that he was afraid god would hear.

"Yes eli?" you look up from you placement, on your knees with his cock in hand. Not yet starting anything but the simple feeling of your hand had him breathless. "Is something wrong eli?"

"No i just," he was cut off by his own voice moaning out as you lick a long, slow stipe from the bottom to the top. Taking his head first then agonizingly inching down until your nose met with his pelvis. It was so much in such a short motion that had eli mouth agape, the feeling of cumming already near when he looked down at you with your eyelashes fluttering as you looked up at him.

Pulling away, you take a breather before sinking back down. This time, bobbing only a few inches whilst you sucked him eagerly. Your hands trailed up against his thighs, using your fingernails to drag across the exposed flesh. Sure enough to leave painful scratches from the treatment. Soon enough, a hand traveled to his hip. Holding it down in attempt to stop his stuttering hips to suck him off better. The mess of spit had traveled down your chin, even dripping against the length of his cock.

With his hips still attempting to thrust themselves more into your mouth, you felt yourself gag around his cock. Going deep enough to make your eyes roll back and tears to drip along your cheeks.

"fuck i-" Eli realizes the word that left from his mouth. Your hair was tangled around his fingers before he takes another hand to cover his mouth. Thighs trembling as he begins blabbering out apologies.

"Forgive me please, forgive me for I have sinned," he kept chanting in a pathetic pitch. His moans enlaced themselves with his please before he suddenly whines as he cums in your mouth. Painting the inside of your mouth as your mouth is still around him.

Pulling your lips off of him, his cock was still rock hard and eager but he began to speak up.

"Please let me taste you," it didn't come out as a question but rather a demanded plea. You smile at him as you sat up on the couch, laying back as Eli began to remove the fabrics of your clothes, leaving you in your underwear as his hands shakily but swiftly remove them.

Eli dove between your legs like a starved man, sloppily and hungrily lapping your folds with his tongue. the warmth of his tongue was delightful and looking down at him you noticed his eyes were closed and hair disheveled. you grab a fistful of his hair in order for him to slow down, finding the movements that began to make you quiver.

as his pattern developed your breath was practically gone, gasping and sucking in the air as much as you could. your juices as well as his tongue creating the most disgusting slurping noise, though eli loved it. he moaned against you, fingernails digging into your thighs deep enough to scar little crescents like moon shining into the window. the only witness of this unholy act.

eli was so lost in your taste, not caring about anything else or whatever punishment he may receive in the future. this couldn't be a sin. no, if the act felt this good it must be from god themself.

it was adding up when eli attempted to slip a finger inside of you, slow and deep as it stretched you. not painful now, but it filled you with relief when he added a second and began pumping to find another spot. with his tongue and finger working wonders on you, you released on his mouth and he gladly cleaned you up with his tongue.

eli let his head fall back, waiting for any movement from you yet you didn't budge.

he glared, "why aren't you-" a slap was met to his face. your breathing was the only thing heard in the quiet living room. the smile to his face was turned you on even more, pulling you in to kiss you as you began your movements. sloppy and deep, hitting the spots hard whilst you were still sensitive from the previous orgasms.

maybe you still hated eli sunday, maybe it was all the pent up tension, or maybe you were the succubus sent down to drag him down to hell. no, eli did not believe there was a demon possessing you. his eyes rolled back as sweat clung to his forehead, hips meeting with yours to hit so perfectly together.

his mind was racing but also blank, not knowing what to focus his attention on. But he knew damn well his was in love with this feeling. Like he thought before this must be some godly thing that he was expierence. a spiritual awakening is what this had to be. or perhaps you were the god he prayed to each day and night, the one who he seeked forgiveness to. yes, deinfetly.

both you and eli were getting so close to your high, having no shame with the with the noises being woven into the quiet night or even the mixtures of reds and purples like a the most ethereal of paints. with the final thrust, eli had come undone beneath you. clinging onto you as you followed along shortly after. intertwined in the night for only whatever god above to judge.

#eli sunday smut #eli sunday x reader

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amorficzna · 7 months

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bile in her throat

Rating: Mature (Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Non-Consensual Touching, Non-Consensual Groping, Side with The Goblins, Character Death, Decapitation, Psychological Trauma, Self-Harm, Dissociation, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Bittersweet Ending, Nightmares, Past Sexual Abuse, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence)

Relationship: Gale/Shadowheart

Length: 9 chapters, 10,471 words (complete)

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Wine on her tongue and bile in her throat as she looks at the goblins celebrating around them.

Karlach was the first to go.

Then Wyll was next.

Chapter 1

Wine on her tongue and bile in her throat as she looks at the goblins celebrating around them.

Karlach was the first to go. That should've been her first sign they were all fucked. It was clear the tiefling was no true devil, only forced to do Zariel's bidding. But Tav threw Wyll on her like a dog snarling for blood, half mad already. He took her head as his trophy, and Shadowheart was forced to stare at it every time they made camp.

Then Wyll was next. Devil killing was alright. Flaunting her fucking head around was fine. The refugee tieflings were another. He would never, in his own words, fight with the fucking goblins against innocents .

Minthara tossed him in the spider pit after that, his remains turning to ash as Mizora took his soul into Avernus with her. There was nothing left of him except his stone eye, staring up at her from the bottom of that pit. She thought she could hear it screaming at her.

The taste of acid and bile becomes stronger. She takes another drink of wine, half the bottle left, and finishes it. Her head is woozy but better that than regret.

She did . She fought with the goblins. Saw the blood on her sword from fucking refugees. Continued the fight, fear rising up in her chest and gripping her. Her artefact, her tadpole, her duty, her Shar, all boiling and bubbling in her head till she felt she would explode. She didn't stop . None of them did. Just followed and fought like mindless thralls already.

And now. Tav comes up to her now, reaches around until they are behind her, hugging her, hot breath on her neck, running their palms along her ribcage, grabbing her breasts. She's too scared to fight them off. Too scared to tell them no .

Just sleep , she tells herself, taking a new bottle and another deep swig. Pretend to sleep, at least. And so she's on the ground, world spinning around her, eyes closed, Tav's steps echoing across the camp as they leave her, cursing under their breath.

The goblins shred tiefling and druid meat between their teeth, flesh ripping and mouths chewing. They're so loud she wants to scream, can't fight off images of scared tieflings and blood and darkness and guilt. The all consuming fucking guilt.

Astarion and Lae'zel laugh in the distance. She wants to fucking kill them. Wants them to stab Tav so deeply they'll never wake up again. But they won't. They like it. Praise them! They say around their sumptuous tongues filled with food and drink. Praise our Tav!

The swirling is stronger now, and so is the emptiness as the sounds get quieter. Maybe because she's drifting away, or maybe because they're finally stopping their party. She can't tell.

...

A hand on her shoulder shaking her awake. She startles so hard she almost vomits. Bile and ash on her tongue.

"Shit, I'm sorry. Please just -"

It's just Gale. He looks like he hasn't slept in days, eyes hollowed out and dark purple bags under them. Maybe he's been crying.

She calms enough to not hurl, nods at him, but it makes her head spin more, "What is it?"

"You look awful."

"Thanks. You too."

"I..." he starts, whispering, afraid even though the camp is asleep now, "I take it you also can't get the blood off of your hands? Their screams out of your ears?"

"Of course not. But thank you for reminding me," she thinks she left a half open bottle somewhere, if only she could find it. But she can't. Can't really see all that well to begin with, the night as dark as Shar Herself, her mind half as fuzzy.

But Gale is close, at least.

"I can't do this anymore," he admits, "I... I don't care if our chances of survival are better together. I can't be bothered anymore," and he sounds it. Sounds tired. Defeated.

She is too. She probably looks worse than him. Probably tied on feelings, though.

“We’re going to die,” she says, not sure if it’s if they stay or if they go.

“I know,” he rubs his chest, at the orb in there that could explode at any moment, “But I’m willing to take that chance. I can’t do this anymore. Figured we could at least stick together, if you’re willing to take that chance too.”

He’s earnest, she can tell. Wishes she could stab Tav through the eye on her way out. But it’s too risky, she knows. So she starts packing lightly, Gale already packing food and provisions.

“Where are we going?” she asks.

“I don’t know.”

“At least you’re honest. Fine. I prefer my chances with a walking time bomb rather than a literal psychopath anyway. You’re better company, at least.”

He stands, offers her his hand, and she takes it. It’s warm, helps ground her against the mounting headache and hangover. He doesn’t let go as he guides them out of the camp. There is some stirring behind them, panic rising in her throat, but they go easily into the still night, and all she wants is to get as far away as she can, until the anxious thrumming of her heart calms. If it ever will.

“Did you pack wine?”

“Plenty.”

She squeezes his hand. Can’t help it. He squeezes back.

If you leave, you will die , her artefact whispers to her, turn around or I’ll leave you to the wolves.

Fuck off , she says, I die on my own terms now, and you’re coming with me.

Bile and wine and ash on her tongue. Blood and fire in her stomach, swallowing her whole. Gale’s hand the only thing keeping her from destruction. And he doesn’t let go.

Rest available on ao3

#gale x shadowheart #bg3 #galeheart #gale dekarios #shadowheart #gale of waterdeep #ao3 link #fanfic #archive of our own #baldur's gate 3

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aizawasbrazybaby · 2 years

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Killer!Aizawa x Black Reader (NSFW)

Warnings: Soft Daddy/Dom Male, Bratty Female, Murder, Slight gor, Anal, Rimming (f. Receiving), Spanking, Pet names (ex. Baby, princess), hair pulling (fem.), Possessive!Aizawa

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A/N: Hey my loves! I’m so proud of myself for actually posting every week this month. Definitely gonna try again in June. Oh! You’re a goat if you understand the reference of this story. Enjoy this smutty mess ʕ-᷅ᴥ-᷄ʔ

Run, Devil, Run!

“Only one more round then you have to go. If he catches us he’ll kill you for sure.”

The stranger chuckled, huffing at the statement, “Oh no, my ass, he’s gonna beat it. We’ll see when he gets here.”

You straddled him with your legs and fingered through his hair. Kisses dotted down his firey chest. You plopped on his dick, pussy still gushing with his cum.

“Hold on, what was your name?” he bit at your bottom lip.

“Who cares just fuck me.”

Wrapping your arms around his head he pulled your waist down. Pounding your cunt aggressively. You pulled his spiraled locks sloppily kissing the man.

“Feel so good baby,” he said stroking your plush thighs.

“Baby huh?” foot steps crept to the top step of the hayloft, “you must be mistaken.”

Aizawa fisted your hair back till you were looking up at him. He carefully wiped the questionable liquids from your mouth before pecking your pretty lips.

“My princess is not your baby. This pussy your fucking belongs to me. She belongs to me.”

“Why are you h-home early?” you questioned went all but answered.

“Old man,” he smirked, “your bitch invited me over to have fun, so are you gonna keep complaining or let me get my nut.”

Aizawa tied his hair back smiling from ear to ear, “my bitch? Hm. I’ll give you a five…no two minutes headstart.”

“Shit,” you hopped up, “get the fuck out of here he has a gun!”

“One minute and twenty seconds left.”

“Go!!” You had to push him down the stairs out the front door with his clothes in hand.

You watched as he jogged through the open field. Aizawa checked his watch pulling a shot gun from the closet.

“C’mon daddy at least give the guy another minute,” you giggled tailing behind Aizawa.

He lifted the shotgun aiming the barrel at the back of the stranger. A usual pop had your ears ringing. You skipped to the fresh corpse passing other skeletal remains.

“What a pity, bastard was a cute,” you whispered to yourself.

“Princess I’m starting to think you like being punished,” Aizawa pet where he previously pulled your hair.

“You cheated Shōta! We agreed each of them get a five minute headstart.”

Ahh, the game. Where one significant other, well let’s be honest it always you, brings home an outsider and fucks them till they’re saying a whole lot of nothing.

Getting them out safely without the other knowing results in a win. However if you’re caught, you know the rest.

You stripped naked, grumpy and burning with aggravation . Your stomach rested in his lap.

“C’mon you big baby no one likes a sore loser,” his large hand came down on your ass.

“Two,” you counted, teeth gritted together.

Your short nails stabbed into Aizawa’s thigh. Leaving fresh marks near the healed ones. His painful strikes pissed you off simultaneously had you turned on.

“Last one,” this slap harder than the last two. Your scream was short and high in pitch. A prepped towel cleaned your pussy of the last man who was inside.

Summer Walker played from your tv. His favorite way to intensify the mood. He put your hands behind your back and cuffed them. Your face smashed into some pillows with your ass high in the air.

Aizawa’s hands clasped your ass. Slobbery tongue coating your puckered hole in his spit. Too drunk on lust to realize his cock being pumped into his palm.

His tip tapped your ass before stretching you completely. Digits squishing and kneading your soft tits.

“Nah uh,” he pulled your head up following your gaze, “no toys during punishment.”

“Want more in me,” you whined, “please daddy-”

He slapped your ass sealing his answer. One thing about that man when it came to punishing you he was ruthless. Hurting you in the most pleasurable way. Call it what you want but you two twisted fucks were made for each other.

His balls slapped against your wet cunt. A thinning line of cum dropped to the sheets. Grabbing the chain between the cuffs he sunk deeper in you. Cum messily squirted in and on your ass. Hot and runny.

“Gotta be quicker than that princess,” he set your hands free.

You rolled your eyes, “still cheated.”

“He disrespected my baby how else did you expect me to react?” he gave a lazy shrug pulling you closer.

#aizawa x black!reader #black female reader #mha x black reader #black reader #black women #dark skin #brown skin #light skin #black writers #shoto aizawa

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ivyroseposin · 1 year

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The Kiss At The Satanic Bridge, A Terzo, Papaiii Emeritus Fan Fiction

Papa III and Reader

Summary: Terzo gets bored at his own party that results in them escaping the partying and spending time with eachother at the Satanic Bridge..

Little bit of smut

Around 3K words

Every sunday at 8pm a party was held at the ministry. A loud one. Filled with music, laughter, drinks and the creepy escape from the world we know best. Every Sunday I was invited. I mean every single Sunday since Terzo was promoted to papa. His elder brother secondo parties were just as insane but from what I could tell within those parties is he preferred most of the party goers to be woman then man however for Terzo it was a mix of both.

“You made it” Ann who was also a frequent parties and my best friend chimed in from beside me. “Oh god if I don't come Terzo may have my head and I simply don't have time for that” I laughed grabbing a drink off the tray. “I would kill to see that” She nudged my shoulder. “Of course you would but you would also kill to see Secondo naked in which I am terrified that you will actually kill someone to see him naked” I said before downing my drink that I thought was wine but turned to be some sort of rum that burned my throat. “Why must he put rum in a champagne glass is he trying to get people drunk” I grumbled.

I took a look around the room watching as people filled the room dancing and having the time of their lives. On the outer parts people were making out aggressively I might add. Some pushing others to a wall and others getting on top of each other on a couch. Pretty sure everyone at this moment was drunk which was entertaining in itself.

“Are you listening it’s Secondo” Ann nudged me till I was looking over on the balcony to see he was in fact there “talk to him then huh” I nudged her back. “And stop drinking last thing you need is drunk Ann talking to the whore of that man” I snickered grabbing the drink from her hands. “I'm not bad drunk just a little out of control is all” She reached to grab the glass from my hand but failed miserably. “No but go have fun with him or whatever I'm gonna go find Terzo god forbid this man is somewhere in the middle of this place dancing his life away” I said pushing her into the pit of people that she would have to go through or well kill through to get her night and shining devil. I don't know what she saw in Secondo. Terzo I would understand but secondo don't get it.

“Where are you darling’ I whispered to myself drinking the last of what was in Ann's cup. “Should have a damn tracker on you” I hissed walking around pushing people of my way. The smell of sweat and lust filled the air it was nauseating.

“Where are you my love” Talking to myself again. He knows I only go to parties when he was there and he knows I would have his head if I showed up and he was just gone. He did it a few years ago when his elder brother was papa he invited to the party and promised he would be there when I got there spent hours only to find out he was out with god knows who.

“Looking for Terzo” Omega turned the corner scaring the absolute shit out of me. “A warning next time would be nice and yes where is he” I asked looking behind him just to see more Ghouls and girls. “In his father office” He replied placing his arm around me pulling me in. “smooth Omega very smooth” I chuckled bending down leaving his grip. “A shame” He chuckled walking past me along with the rest of the ghouls “yeah yeah” I waved my hand at him.

“Excuse me” I said pushing through a bunch of people trying to get to his father office. Everyone was to drunk to care and to drunk to even try to be nice. It was like moving a bunch of dead weight awake people its very exhausting. “Will you move” I huffed pushing past the last part of people till I was left in the empty hall leading to the office. “Terzoo” I hummed. I looked head and sure enough the door to the office was close which was often rare even when hard work was happening always opened.

I knocked on the door a few too many annoying times then just stand with my arms crossed waiting for the locked door to open. “Terzo I swear to god if you dont ope- my darling you made it to the party” Terzo opened the door his face appearing ever so slightly. “Yeah you were no where to be found” I hissed pushing the door opened. “Ah an all make up type of party interesting” I stared at the make up he did on his face and how perfect it was it was always perfect. “Your late” he whispered as I walk pasted him turning around. “Not late just needed more time to get ready” I leaned against the desk looking around at the office that seemed to change every now and then. “So late then” He did his infamous laugh takin the spot next to me.

“Why you not out in the party you know dancing with girls dancing wit the men dancing with omegaaaaa” I hummed leaning my head down on his shoulder. “Todays party is a bore” He replied swiping his hair from his face. “Your calling your own party boring your the one who uhh planned the damn party” I said lifting my head back to him meet his eyes. That's what got the girls was those damn eyes. Always his damn eyes. “Ah is my eyes stealing you again my love” He smirked leaning closer into me.

“Oh shut up but seriously your own party and your in a boring office doing nothing that's a bore” I said. I pushed myself off the desk and walking towards the middle of the room. Staring at photos of the papas together and a photo of Terzo his second day as Papa. “What do you do when a party goes to a bore” I heard him ask from behind me. “I don't get up and personal behind someone” I turned around seeing he was only inches away from me. “But if the party is a bore and for some reason still very lively then I make a quiet exit and go do something else but parties are never a bore so I wouldn't know” I answered pushing the strand away from his face. “Your hair is a mess”.

“It wouldn't work this morning” He grumbled smoothing down his hair. “As always you say” I chuckled. I turned around making my way towards the door. This office was just as boring as Terzo called the party and I wasn't going to waste my night in here. “Leave me so soon” He whispered. “The party is quite fun and this office is quite a bore” I replied turning the handle of the door. “Goodnight Terzo” I hummed leaving the office. The loud music filled the halls and soon people were to. They always invited way more people then they should but as the saying goes and everyone is this troubled family the more the merrier.

“Take me somewhere when the party is a bore” Terzo said grabbing ahold of my waist pulling me in close. “But i wanna party” I whispered trying to leave his grip. “Darling you will get bored after an hour and come crawling back to me drunk and wanting to leave” He whispered pulling me in closer then before. “Ok I dont crawl back I stumble back maybe if you dont put RUM in a champagne glass I would be stumbling seriously theres like three shots of rum in each glass Terzo” I explained still trying to leave his grip but was so strong for me and I was just to lazy to try to fight.

“I don't want them knowing I’m gone” He whispered pulling me down a hall and then another hall till we were out the ministry and into the dark. “So much for getting drunk” I groaned staring up at the night sky filled with bright stars and a half moon. “I got that covered my love” I turned around staring at two bottles of wine. “How did you manage to grab those will holding me and when I wasn't looking” I asked, taking one from his hand “Magic” he sung waving his hands in the air. “Yeah yeah” I shook my head opening the bottle of wine and taking a chug. “Easy my love don't want to carry your stumble self around” He took the bottle wine also taking a chug from it. “You take me away from the party I get to get drunk off wine” I took the bottle back hugging it. He rolled his eyes while chuckling. He hated me at times but he wouldn't dare let me go.

“So take me my love” He grabbed my hand placing a kiss. “Stop with the dramatics oh dear” I chuckled grabbing ahold of his hand. “Thought I would have to convince you more my apologies” He replied squeezing my hand tight.

So we walked. This were a few places I would go when I was bored and needed a laugh or needed silence but today we needed a laugh and just to have some fun and lucky for me I knew a place a place they he may just steal from me. “You wont kill me will you” He asked as he twirled me around. “Uhh not sure yet have to see when we get there” I replied once again leaning my head down on him. “I brought the wine that should save me” He held up the other bottle that was yet to be opened. “Ok ok your saved” I chuckled taking another sip from the bottle. “Hold this and give me the other” We switched bottle and I was now stuck with the unopened as he drank from the opened one.

“How far till we get to wherever were going” He asked pulling me in closer then before. “Close my love” I tried but miserably failed at mocking his voice. “That was awful” He laughed. “Ok turn down here” I pointed to a very dark forest. “This is my worst nightmare” he whispered. “Shh you'll be fine but we have to walk through the trees” I explained changing our path so we were in fact walking in the middle of the forest instead of the path. “Why not the path” He asked. “They can't see us” I explained as I fastened our pace till we got sight of a bridge brightly lighten up.

“Sit sit” I whispered siting on a log. “I am so confused” he whispered sitting up next to me. “I don't know when this started but a group of like 14 year olds they come down to this bridge and they draw satanic stuff all along the concrete of the bridge and then they will do a horrible time doing satanic stuff its not really satanic its just young kids who don't do their research and its the funniest thing” I explained. “You sound as if you are a stalker” He whispered. “I am not I am just someone who was trying to go for a smoke and ended up seeing kids doing creepy funny stuff”. I took the bottle from his hands taking another chug, At this point he took the unopened one and opened it up.

The forest filled with the sounds of bugs and the odd frog croaking. It was fun watching Terzo be confused and not knowing what was going to happen. He was someone who always remind me of a person wanting to be in control and today at this moment he was not I was or at least I kinda was. “You look at me a lot” He stared into my eyes moving a strand of hair away from my face. “I forgot that your decent looking” I smiled leaning closer. “Also reminds me of how much of a whore you are” I leaned closer. He stared into my eyes then down to my lips. He really was just a whore. “Do not tease me” He whispered inching closer. “But it is so very fun my love” I whispered and so we sat near inches apart one more move and everything I fought so hard to not happen would happen and in this moment I would be ok with it. Till the loud noises of kids filled the forest. I was hoping they would be late.. I was wrong.

“The satanic kids’ I whispered looking over. Sure enough they all had their markers and spray paint and all started to draw all types of things on the concrete. “There is so many” He whispered. “What are they drawing” he leaned in closer trying to catch a look. “The kid on the right with the red shirt he draws the devil with some sort of quote under. The girl beside him will draw the upside cross and the girl on the furthest left she will open a book and start chanting some weird stuff and the guy next to her he will draw a dick on the ground” I explained. Terzo looked back over at me baffled by how much I knew about the group. “Why a dick” He asked staring back at the group. “Why not dicks are fun” I replied. He turned back and just stared at me. “That is a true statement” He smirked.

So we watched. The group of kids just having fun doing a not so satanic stuff. Terzo loved each and every part of it. As much as I hoped to be at a party drinking my life away sitting here with Terzo watching a group of people doing stupid stuff was just as great.

“What the hell is she doing” He asked chugging the rest of the one bottle of wine. “She is going to cloak on the guys and say a bible verse” I explained. “Oh hell” He chuckled and it was true one of the boys got on his knees and the gal who drew the upside down cross placed the cloak over his head and she read a verse. They were not as loud as usually but we could hear the world hell a few many times.

Just like that as fast as they came they left and the loud bridge was now once again filled with silence. “That was the weirdest thing I've seen in a long time” He said. “Yeah I have no idea where they got their research from hopefully they don't fail school” I replied standing up. “Comee” I grabbed his hand pulling him up. “Seeing what they write before it gets cleaned up”. I pulled him down towards the bridge.

“Theres the dick” Terzo stared down at the ground. “It bigger then usual” I mumbled. Terzo looked up at me once again the back down. “Look look” I pointed over to the bridge that was filled with new drawings. “Oh wow” He walked closer staring at each one. “This is such a confusing but lovely thing” he mumbled crouching down looking at the rest. “The devil drawer is damn near good at drawing” I pointed. Terzo looked up tracing the line with his fingers. “Should hire the kids” He chuckled standing back up. “Oh yeah so my friend stalks you on your random satanic things and she brought me along to stalk you and it seems you guys are talents you should join our satanic church” I explained.

“I would make it sound less creepy” he said shaking his head. I leaned against the concrete wall staring up at the moth that was flying around the light.

The cool breeze of the wind went through the forest luckily it wasn't that cold and the breeze felt good rather then making me want to run for warmth.

“Aha a half a bottle of wine left” Terzo said who was walking back out of the trees. “How did you move so quickly” I laughed taking the bottle from his hands. “A perk” He winked walking closer to me. “A whore” I whispered taking a chug. “I can agree to that” He said with a small smile formed to his lips. ““Ah is my eyes stealing you again my love” I asked taking another chug. “Yes my love” He whispered stepping closer. He took the bottle from my hands chugging almost the rest. “Heyy” I grabbed the bottle drinking what was left of it. “Then there was no wine” he whispered taking the bottle from my hands and placing it on the ground. “Probably should have grabbed the third” I said staring back up at the moth near the light.

I felt Terzo closer to me like on the log where we sat. I hoped we would forget. I was wrong. I seem to be wrong about a lot of things today.

“Why must you be so close” I looked down at him and he was in fact only inches apart from me. “Cause your a tease” he whispered staring into my eyes. “I think your just a horny whore” I replied staring into his eyes. God his eyes.

A strand of his hair fallen to the middle of his face once again. I raised his hand moving the strand out of his face. My hand slid down to his cheek. I touched his lips as my hand slid down his neck to the collar of his shirt. “A whore you call me” he whispered placing his hand onto my leg and sliding up my thigh pulling up my dress. “Mhm” I replied. He slid his hand up my waist up to my chest then to my neck. He then slid his hand down to the middle of my dress pulling it down ever so slightly.

Still holding his collar I gave up to whatever stopped me. I no longer cared and no longer wanted to stop what would happen even on the satanic bridge. I pulled his body close leaning into his lips. His free hand hugged my waist closing whatever space was left. His kissed me letting go of the dress and grabbing ahold of my ass griping it tightly. Soft moans left our lips. He pulled away staring at me then down at my body before looking back up at me. “A tease” He whispered. I leaned in kissing his lips my free hand sliding down unbuttoning the buttons on his shirt.

He pushed me against the wall letting go of my body. Soon I would feel his bare hands on my thigh and neck. His lips from mine down to my neck. His shirt was now full off exposing his chest. I slid my hand into his shirt pulling him close.I have no idea what I was doing and at much as he knew what to do we both whores that had no idea this would happen.

At his lips slide back up to my lips biting my lip footsteps filled the trail. Terzo pulled away with a groan. “Who” I whispered looking over to see none other then his ghouls. “I may just behead them” He shook his head looking back at me. He leaned in kissing my lips once more. “Papa your needed back” Omega said while clearing his throat. “Yeah yeah” he huffed buttoning up his shirt and placing his gloves back on. “Alpha make sure she gets home” Terzo said as he walked past the ghouls. “Yes sir” Alpha whispered as the rest followed behind Terzo.

“Alpha how was your night” I ask adjusting my dress. “Not as good as yours Ma'am” he chuckled as I walked up beside him. “Nothing was happening” I said. “You have black make up on your neck and on your lips” he answered. “Get me home Alpha” I chuckled. “Yes Ma’am”.

So much for that..

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It's not my best work, Simply a story for warm up

-- Ivy

#terzo fanfic #papa iii #papa terzo #fanfic #ghost band #terzo x reader #terzo emeritus #papa emeritus iii #ghost bc #ghost band fanfic

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fanficshiddles · 2 years

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All His Fault, One Shot

Thanks for the prompt, tomhiddlesbaby07 Hope you like it!

Could you pls write a fic we’re your a college student and Tom Hiddleston is your professor and you have to get your grades up 🤭 im sorry im just addicted to professor Hiddleston

You really struggled in his class. But it wasn’t your fault at all, of course. It was his fault.

His fault for being so bloody gorgeous. For having the voice like an angel, or maybe the devil, that always sent shivers through you whenever he spoke. His fault for having such authority over everyone that it made your thighs clench together.

Professor Hiddleston. Who taught English. It was all his fault, for merely existing.

At the end of his class, you managed to talk yourself into asking him for help. As you really needed to get your grades up, desperately. But you were a bit scared to ask him, as it meant you’d have to actually speak to him one on one.

He was so intimidating you felt like bailing out as you hung back to speak to him once everyone else had left.

‘What can I do for you?’ Professor Hiddleston asked with a smile as you approached his desk at the front of the class.

‘Professor Hiddleston… I uhm… I’m really struggling with my grades right now…’

‘Yes, I can tell by your work. Not your best.’ He cut in with, making you feel even smaller at his tone.

‘I… I was wondering if I could get some extra tuition? Or what can I do to get my grades up more?’ You blurted out quickly, hoping he would maybe give you some extra help.

Hiddleston folded his hands together on his desk and leaned forward a bit, eyeing you intently.

‘You’re struggling because you’re not focusing in class.’ He said sternly.

‘I… yeah… I know.’ You looked down and fiddled with your hands.

Professor Hiddleston eyed you up and down slowly as he leaned back in his seat, not that you noticed as you were too busy looking down. Till he spoke again, that made you jump a little.

‘Come to my office at lunch. I’ll give you a way to get your grades up.’ Was all he said, then he looked down and began marking some work again.

You frowned, confused at what he meant. How would he help with your grades? Maybe just extra tuition at lunch times? You sure hoped so.

‘Thanks, professor.’ You whispered, then rushed out of his class to get to your next one.

When lunch time rolled round, you were once again very nervous as you made your way to professor Hiddleston’s office. You knocked and he instantly called you in.

‘Lock the door behind you.’ He said firmly as you stepped inside and shut the door. You looked over at him, confused. But the look on his face just told you to do as you’re told. So you did.

‘Professor Hiddleston, I appreciate getting some extra tuition. It will really help.’ You said as you walked towards his desk.

‘Who said anything about tuition?’ He said with a raised eyebrow.

‘I… I’m sorry, professor? I thought… I thought that was why you wanted to see me just now.’ You frowned.

‘I said I’d give you a way to get your grades up. But not that I would give you extra tuition.’

‘So… why am I here?’ You asked nervously, the look of hunger in his eyes both terrifying and arousing at the same time. You had a feeling you knew deep down what was going on here�� Or what was about to go on.

‘Come here, pet. Kneel on front of me.’ He said calmly, but dominantly.

How could you refuse?

Your feet moved of their own accord and you quickly found yourself on front of him as he turned to the side in his chair, legs splayed wide open. Obviously he was aroused from the big bulge in his trousers.

He reached out and cupped your cheek softly, his thumb brushed against your skin. Setting you alight.

‘Relax, pet. You can leave whenever you want…’

‘I… I don’t want to leave.’ You whispered.

Hiddleston grinned. ‘Good girl.’

You shivered under his praise as he started unzipping, taking his cock out. He was already aroused, pre cum pooled at the tip.

‘If you please me, then I will make sure your grades are sorted.’ He sat back in his seat, waiting for you to start.

Taking a deep breath, you reached out and hesitantly touched him, softly at first. He twitched at your touch instantly, making you feel bolder as you wrapped your hand around him and began stroking up and down.

‘You can be harder, pet.’ He growled and let his head tip backwards as he closed his eyes.

Your grip tightened around him more and you continued stroking him, then you leaned in and pressed an innocent kiss to the tip, tasting his pre cum. He moaned, but still kept his head back. So you parted your lips and started taking him properly into your mouth.

‘Ohh that’s it.’ He purred and his left hand reached out into your hair, stroking through to your scalp, feeling so good.

Your hand continued stroking him, making up for what you couldn’t get in your mouth. He was very well equipped. And you focused on lavishing your tongue around him, swirling and then hollowing your cheeks and sucking him as far as you could, that really got him moaning and grunting.

When his grip in your hair tightened and he started panting, you could tell he was close. You relaxed your throat and jaw, and focused on breathing through your nose, so you could swallow him as deep as possible. Then you pulled out a trick that made him explode. For a brief second you were able to bob your head right down so your nose pressed into his pubic hair.

Hiddleston’s eyes flew open in utter surprise at you being able to do that. And he moaned so loud, you were worried that someone will have heard. But you couldn’t worry for long as he spurted hotly straight down your throat.

You of course choked on his cock because of how far down you had him. But that feeling only made his orgasm all the sweeter.

As you pulled off him, gasping to get air back into your lungs properly, drool and cum mixed together dribbled down your chin.

His mouth was still parted in shock as he looked down at you. He leaned forward, his forehead rather sweaty, and leaned out to tuck your hair back behind your ear as you licked your lips.

‘Well…’ He coughed to try and compose himself a bit more. ‘That was a delightful surprise… It’s always the quiet ones, isn’t it?’ He winked at you, making you blush.

‘You did say I had to please you… And I want good grades.’ You said the last part quickly. Though both of you knew really that pleasing him was your main goal. The fact your knickers were soaking was enough proof of that, just from pleasuring him.

‘I think you deserve much more than just good grades for that, pet.’

#Tom Hiddleston #one shot #prompt #all his fault #fan fiction #tom hiddleston x you

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my-only-way-tocooperatewithlife · 2 years

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One more drink XI. -Pierre Gasly series

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Pairing: Pierre Gasly x fem!reader

warning: swearing, language, mention of depression, alcohol usage, smut

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- Milan, Italy -

"You can't tell this to Pyry" He pointed at me while he was cutting up his pizza at the small restaurant we have found in one of the little alleys in Milan. We have had a small argument about where to eat because Pierre thought about a restaurant we should go but when I searched for it on Google and saw that it was one of the most expensive ones in the city I said no way we are going to that one. I explained him that I don't need it to pay hundreds of euros for food. He tried to make me understand he just wants me to feel like I'm important and want to spoil me. I don't need that, I need him to be real with him. Prada, Gucci does not mean that I’m important for him, a word of a touch means much more because that one cannot be bought with any currency. After our conversation he seemed surprised but I felt like he understood what I was trying to implement.

"He already knows that I'm the devil. So don't hate on me when you get extra push up for tomorrow's gym session." I giggled as I dived in my pasta. "I love cuisine in here." I hummed as I closed my eyes and leaned back on the chair enjoying the tasty sauce. "What?" I looked at him when he had a small smile on his lips.

"Nothing you are just so cute when you are passionate about something and you are enjoying it." I looked back at my dish with blush on my cheeks and pushed a strain of hair back behind my ears.

"I have wanted to ask if Fabiana was mad about your post?"

"She was never mad, she was just doing her job. And PR understood too, so don’t worry about it. But actually she is really happy for us. She likes you. "He took another bite before continuing."But to be honest, who does not like you? Just look at you!"

"Oh there are definetly some people, and there will be more when fans will connect the dots and find my Instagram account." I took a sip from my Aperol.

"If you ever feel like it's getting overwhelming, promise me that you will tell me about it, okay?" He grabbed my hand on the table and squeezed my fingers as he looked deeply in my eyes.

"I promise"

We have spent the day walking around in the city checking out every tourist favourite places like the cathedral and we could not skip the Galleria Vittorio Emanuele II also even though we have had to fought our way throught the huge crowd. At night when we arrived back in Pierre's flat we were exhausted.

"I feel like I just did a shift back in the bar" I sighed as I kicked my sneaker off and laid down on the couch in the living room. His apartment was huge. It was really minimalist, white interrior with black furnitures. "I can give you a massage for your sore muscles."He hovered over me on the couch and started to kiss my neck.

"Hmm it would be nice." I hummed under him and tried to arch my back so he could have a better reach to my sweet spot on my neck.

"Go to the bedroom, and take your shirt off." He got up from the couch walking to the way of his bathroom.

" Are we already at that part of our relationship where I have to undress myself and you are not helping?" I joked with him as I walked in the room slipped out from my shirt and laid face down on the bed. I felt the bed dip between my waist before I felt his rough hands up on my naked waist caressing it slowly.

"Mon amour, I will never get tired of undressing that beautiful body of yours." He whispered close to my sholder blades befor laying some kisses between. He pulled his hands up till my bra and released the clips with a single movement. I winched when the cold gel came in contact with my back. "Sorry I forgot it can be cold." He giggled as he started to massage in the mentholy gel in my back. His hands were incredible. "Baby your back is like a brick, I have to start massaging you more."

"Oh please I would definetly sacrifise my body for your hands. " I moaned into the pillow as his hands were working up on my shoulders. "Fuck..."I squealed when he started to knead my shoulder.

"Mon Ange if you are gonna moan like this I will have a hard on soon." He giggled and pushed his hands more into my stiff muscles earning another moan from me which was followed by a laugh.

"But you are doing it so good, can I book a once a week appointment in your salon?" I looked up at him

"It would costs you a lot babe, I don't work with cheap prices."

"I can find out a payment method I think." I giggled and I pushed my butt up to budge him in the crotch with it earning a grunt from him.

"Never thought that in my life a girl wants to pay me for a service like on Pornhub." He laughed as he swiped his hands up and down in my back as he finished. "But I'm not complaining" he leaned closer and kissed my cheek before gave me a big slap on my butt. He grabbed on both side of my waist before pulled me up on all four. Leaned forward and grabbed both my wrist and pulled me back to lean on his chest. He swiped my hair off my shoulder so he can kiss on my neck easier. I hummed in response to him as he nibbled on my soft skin. My fingers waved through his hair and came down to caress his cheeks.

“Pierre we have a reservation for dinner.” I hummed as one of his arm came around my waist to pull me closer to him.

“Can’t I have you as a dinner?” He breathed on my neck and his other arm came up on my upper body and grabbed my naked breast which fall down due to that he unclipsed it for the massage. His hand which was planted on my waist went down in my leggings and stopped at the band of my underwear. "Do you really want to go for that dinner chérie?"

To be honest my mind was not working all I could feel is that how hiw fingers felt on my skin. The lust inside of me was off the roof, and I was breathing heavily as my heart was beating in rapid speed. This man was my end, he could just look at me in a way or with just a few words and touch and I'm melting in his hands and cannot put together a sentence. In return I just shook my hand which he got as a green light and dipped his hand in my underwear. The fingers on his other hand was playing with my nipple rolling and pinching on the sensitive bud and tugging a few times. I moaned loudly as his finger went between my folds and started to caressing my clit. "Let your voice out amour, want to hear you moan and scream." He whispered in my ear as his hand went up on my troath and pulled my head back to his way. "Tell me a number."

"What?" I breathed out in confusion

"Tell me a number how many times you want to cum tonight." I let out a shaky breath thinking back to his statement the first night we have had sex. "Come on baby don't be shy. You know how much I love challanges."

"Four.." I whispered

"Your wish is my command " He kissed my cheek as his finger started to circle in a faster pace causing me to squirm. As his fingers did wonders on my clit his other arm was still on my troath sometimes giving me a little squeeze on it closeing the air away from the lungs which just made the whole sensation much bigger and I felt my first orgasm is comming with rapid speed. I was on the edge of it when he stopped, I let out a frustrated growl and bucked my hips to have a friction with his fingers. "Really eager one huh." He laughed in my ears.

"I was about to cum and you stopped, that's cruel... " I groaned back to him.

"Yea I know but I'm not rushing anywhere so be patience mon ange." He kissed my temple before starting to circle his fingers on again. I moaned loudly as I grabbed on his arm and dug my fingers in his skin feeling that I'm on the way to my orgasm again and now it came much faster and stronger then a minute before. But he was holding up on my waist strong and pulled me back on his body not letting me falling forward on the mattress. "One down, three more to go." He turned my head and kissed my lips, I hummed satisfied as I felt his plump lips on mine. I turned around and grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it up and throw it somewhere in the room. I let my hands go around in his beautiful upper body, caressing his packs going up till his chest where my fingers waved through his hairy chest reaching that gold necklace that always made my knees weak when I saw it on pitures poking out. I twirled his chain around my finger and pulled him closer by it to steal a kiss from him. I tried to push him down on the mattress but he grabbed my wrist. "No, I did not finish with you Mademoiselle." He pushed my down on the mattress and started to kiss his way down to my waist. He pulled down my leggings and panties with one swift motion and throw it down from the bed. He kissed his way up on my legs, kissing the inner side of my thigh really close to my throbbing core, but before he reached it, he pushed himself away and leaned over me and kissed me again. "J'adore chaque partie de toi. I adore every part of you." His fingers drawed small circles in my inner thight as he was whispering sweet nothings in my ear. Breath got hitched in my troath when I felt his fingers dipping in again between my folds and started to play with my hot core. As two of his fingers went inside me I arched my back and moaned loudly. He planted his other finger on my clit and started to draw small but fast circles on it as his fingers where pumping in and out of me.

"Pierre.. God..." I panted as I tried to catch my breath from my excitement. He was doing an amazing job on me, I have never felt this aroused before with any of my partners, he knows exactly which buttons he has to push on me to have a mindblowing orgasm. It did not take long to reach my second one, as I came I grabbed on the blanket next to my head as I arched my back and let out a small screaming of his name. "Jesus Christ... you are incredible.." I panted as I leaned closer to him and kissed his lips.

"And the best part is yet to come baby." He breathed on my lips and got up from the bed. I was still panting as I was wathcing him unbuckle his belt and pushing his trousers with his boxers down seeing his fully hard dick sprung up nealry hitting his lower stomach. I swallowed hard as my eyes were scanning through his body and everytime my eyes went back to his hard member I felt like I was getting wetter. "Like what you see doll?" he teased and walked to his bedside table to pull a condom out.

"You really have no ide how mouthwatering can you be?"

"Good thing is that you can have this sight as many times as you just want it." He winked at me as he rolled the condom on and climbed back on the bad positioning himself between my legs. " And I would love to take a picture of you laying on my bed like this, with that lustfull look of yours." He licked his lips as he push his tip on my clit earning a sigh from me.

"You can take a picture, so next time you are away you still have something to look at." I winked at him as he had opened his mouth in surprise.

"Jesus Gina, you say and do something something that makes me like you even more." He mumbled and leaned closer to kiss me as he pushed himself into me, I gasp at the still new feeling of him filling me out fully. I grabbed on his hair in the back of his neck with one hand as my other was on his chest. I could feel under my palm how fast does his heart beats.

"I like you a lot too." I mumbled on his lips and felt him smiling as he kissed me back. He started with slow but deep thrust, which turned into faster a little later. He was moaning in my ear everytime he thrusted as I was holding myself on his shoulders scraping the his back with my nails. I pushed my hand down between our bodies and started to play with myself to bring the pleasure to another level. He was thrusting in me with an incredible speed as I reached my thrid orgasm, I was whining as he was still thrusting in and out of me letting me ride out my high. But after I came down from my orgasm he pulled out and with and easy move turned me around and pulled my up on my fours. He pushed on my back between my shoulders to make me lower my upper body on the mattress and poking out my ass more. I pushed my legs more apart and laid my head down on the pillow waiting for him to take me from the back. He was growling something in french before he slapped my ass and pushed himself in me. I grabbed on the pillow and whinced as I felt him inside of him. He felt so much bigger this way and I have had no idea how is it was possible. The feeling of him filling me up this way was incredible. He grabbed on my ass and waist and squezzed it as he started to pound me from behind. I cried out from the new feeling of pleasure and I reached back and grabbed on his thighs.

"Merde.." He whined and leaned forward before snaked his palm over my troath and pulled my body up to his. "You are incredible.." He whispered in my ear as I was moaning his name out. "We still have one more to achive so prepare yourself babygirl." He pushed his hand between my thighs and played with my overstimulated. I cried out loud at the feeling of hurt and pleasure of the same time. "Come on baby I know you can do it."

"Jesus....I'm cumming" I screamed as my orgasm arrived with rapid tempo due to the new position and I crashed on the mattress planting my face on the pillow. I saw that next to the bed there was a huge mirror on the wall. The thing that I can see perfectly the two of us as he was pounding me from behind with rapid speed and deep thrust could even make me cum another time. He was panting and grabbing on my ass thightly as he was getting closer and closer to his own release.

"Putain" he let out an animalistic growl after it too before I felt him twitching inside me and came. He crushed down next to me on the bed pulling my body with his. We were trying to cath out breath again from our exercise and I was playing the gold chain on his chest, and planting some kiss on the skin under it. "Shit sorry I think that one will stay there for a few days." He caressed the skin on my hips which had some red marks on it from his grip. I shook my head and kiss his cheek.

"It was worth it." I leaned closer and packed on his lips. "That mirror was a good idea." I pointed with my head to the wall.

"Oh yes, seeing you in pleasure while I fuck you is one of the hottest thing I have ever seen in my life." He kissed the tip of my nose. I felt my heart leaps forward at his comment because I was thinking about the same thing but hearing from him made it different. "Were you serious about taking a picture of you?

"Yes, why would I not. I know it will be harder for us after this weekend. I won't see you that much. And it makes me sad." I looked up at him as I was gathering my clothes from the floor.

"You can come to the other races too."

"Pierre I have to work also, I can't let my brothers to do everything instead of me. And also if you are going to the US it's not like Europe. And I can't take that many weeks off from work."

"Yea I know and I understand.." He sighed and looked down on the duvet and started to play with the wrinkles on it.

"But let's use all the time we have now okay?" I tilted his chin up and kissed his lips slowly.

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“Pierre, when will the guys arrive?” I yelled for him from the kitchen as I was preparing the dinner. As I just finished with my sentence the door bell rang.

“I guess now.” He appeared from his room and walked to the door. The guys have planned a get together on Tuesday afternoon due to that most of them will be already in Italy and they did not hang out during the summer break. “Ciao!” Pierre opened the door and fist bumped and hugged Charles and after greeting Charlotte with kisses on the cheek.

“Carlos is coming up in the elevator too so don’t close the door.” Charles looked back from his shoulder as he was going around the kitchen island to greet me. “Hey, that’s smells delicious what are you making.” He draped his arm around my shoulder and squeezed me before trying to steal a tomato from the cutting board.

“Pierre wanted to have tacos. So that’s what we are gonna have.” I nodded the mentioned guy’s way before I greeted Charlotte too.

“Where is my favourite Hungarian wine drinker fella? “ Carlos appeared at the door and greeted Pierre before came to my way and out the bottle of wine on the counter. “O tacos?” He beamed and he also tried to steal a tomato from the board.

“You guys are terrible!” I laughed and tried to swat them away from the kitchen.

“Can I help you somehow?” Pierre came behind me and kissed my temple after making his friends to sit down at the counter having some drinks in their hands.

“You can cut up the onions if you want to help.” I pushed the vegetables in front of him with a knife as I turned back to the stove mixing the meat in the pot. Not even a second later I heard a hiss.

“Gina, I cut my finger. I’m bleeding.” Pierre whined as I turned back to him and saw a little line on his finger which was not even bleeding that much.

“Me too since yesterday so please try to keep the crying on the minimum” I turned back to the pot when the room erupted in laughter including Pierre as well. I giggled as I looked back at him with a small smile making sure I was just joking.

“So that explains your grumpiness earlier today. I thought you did not have your breakfast.” He kissed my cheek and stepped away chatting with the guys.

"Hey, I got a mail from my manager about that for tomorrow afternoon we can go out one of the close tracks in here for testing out some cars. Would you like to come?" Charles asked as he took a sip out from his beer. I looked at Pierre with a pleasing look in my eyes while I moved my head up and down nodding to make him understand that I would love to go a program like this. " I guess she already decided" Carlos laughed as he pointed at my way and Pierre just shook his head smiling.

"Perfect, then I will send you the details about it and the time in the morning." Charles smiled and called his manager.

Everyone left around midnight, we were sitting out in Pierre’s flat’s huge balcony, chatting and drinking. They were talking about their vacation and the plans for the weeks after Monza. I was putting away all of the remaining food and filling up the washing machine, when two arm circle around my waist.

“I will finish this. Go take a shower, you deserve it. The dinner amazing, thank you.” He kissed my shoulder and then my cheeks as he was pushing me out from the kitchen. “And after we can cuddle. Okay?

“I would really love that, thank you.” I let a small smile on my lips and walk out of the kitchen.

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“Babe, are you ready?" He walked in the room searching for me as I was going through my luggage searching for what to wear.

"I need like five minutes to get ready and we can go. I just can't find my jeans I wanted to wear today."

"You know, you can pack some of your things out from the luggage I have cleared a wardrobe for you." He leaned on the doorframe wathcing me going throw my clothes in my bag. My hand stopped roaming around the clothes and I looked up at him. " I mean if you think it's fast that's okay. I just thought that maybe you can leave some of your things in here so anytime you come here you don't have to bring that much with you. " He was so cute when he was rambling while he was fidgeting with his fingers. I was studying his figure as he was looking at his feet, I got up and walked closer to him and ran my fingers through his and squeezed his hand a little bit to make him look at me.

"If you would like me to have some of my stuff here and it's not scaring you that we are going this fast then I'm okay with it. Just show me the wardrobe where I can pack my stuff out later." I kissed the tip of his nose and his eyes light up and a huge smile appeared on his face. All the words from my friends back in Greece were going in my head about how much he looks like he is caring about me, and thinks about this as a serious thing. And I started to feel like a few days ago that I can really fall for this guy quickly but really deeply. With this suggestion it just made my heart leaps forward with big thumps, reassuring me that he does thing this as a really serious one. And that made me really happy and my fear of serious relationships started to fade away more and more.

"Okay, so we have three cars to try out. Two of them are racing cars." The owner of the track was pointing at the two black cars infront of us. "And the last one is for drifting. If you would like to try that one out too, we have a full drifting track for you where you can try drifting on dry circumtances and we can make the track wet so you can try that one out." He pointed at a blue chrome coloured Mustang GT. "I will bring out the helmets ina minute until you can choose which one you would like to drive." He smiled at us and went inside of the garage. I took a step closer and ran my finger through the hood of the Mustang.

"I’m really trying not the jealous over that car when you are touching it like that." Pierre laughed behind me with the other guys. I looked back at him with a huge smile on my lips " I guess you choose your weapon."

"Yes, I used to drift with a car like this, but a little bit older type."

"You drifted?"Charlotte asked and I looked at her smiling as I nodded my head.

"Dude this girl is the coolest one from all you previous girlfriends. She has a bar, has awsome car, can fix everything on them and she did drifting too..." Charles shaked his head laughing as Pierre grabbed my shoulder and pulled me closer to him and kissed the top of my head.

"I know she worth a fortune."

"Yes, my brother had a car like this. We all bought really bad conditioned cars and we fixed them and tuninged them up. So we could go out to car meeting and drifting shows. I had a Honda Civic it was my first car and I loved that car so much. But it was a piece of shit it always broke down in the middle of the road." I laughed as I remembered how many times I was fixing that car on the side of the roads, it always had some problem. It never mattered to that car if it was boiling hot or it was raining or snowing it could just stop, so I always had a bag full with tools inside of it so I can fix it up. At those times I was not laughing when I was laying under that car as it was showering but now I can look it back as funny memories.

"Okay I'm going with her!" Charlotte pointed at me after she took the helmet out of the guy's hand.

"Hey! I'm here too.. I 'm a racing driver!" Charles squeled offended as Pierre started laughing loudly which everyone joined soon. " Okay so now the game is on. We will have a drifting race. It's enough that you stole my best friend but I'm not giving you my love." He pointed at me threateningly but he had a small smile playing on his lips just as his eyes were shining mischevously. I shook his extended hand out in agreement.

"Okay, but don't cry when I beat your ass" I chuckeled and I got the helmet on and I was watching the guys as they were getting ready too.

"Hey cool one!" Pierre stepped closer flicking my helmet. " Show this whining one that you can drift better then him, okay?" He knocked his helmet to mine when I shook my head in agreement. " But come back to me in one piece okay?" He pointed his pinky at me and as our tradition.

I started the car and the familiar humming started I felt the adrenalin pumping in my veins. I put the car in first gear and started off at the track. I did some warm up laps before I nodded the guys on the side that I'm ready to start the timer. Charles finished with a short time on the track so I grabbed the wheel strgonly as I started on the track trying to beat the F1 driver. Even if it was more then a year ago that I drifted last it was like cycling,you can't forget how to do it. When I finished the track with a additional doughnut slideing really close to the wall where the guys were standing.

"So what the time?" I asked looking out of the window watching as Charlotte's smile got bigger when she read off the number's from Charle's phone.

"You beat him with 5 seconds." She clapped her hand together and I got out of the car jumping around the car before heading to his way and took my hand out for a shake.

"Thank you for the race Leclerc."

"You did a good job Gina." He smiled at me warmly as he shook my hand.

"I don't know if I should be scared of your driving skills or be absouletely turned on by them." Pierre hugged my from behind as he whispered in my ears after I took the helmet off. "But I'm really proud of you, this was awsome." He kissed my cheek as I was just standing there smiling happily.

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