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marypaol · 5 months

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Cold Heart

Draco x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Aftermath of a fight, soft angst, that’s all :)

Summary: Reader and Draco have a fight over something they can’t even remember and they sleep in separate beds. But all that changes when Reader has a nightmare.

Note: I don’t use Y/N, if that’s okay :)

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The feelings inside her chest were unbearable. It was a feeling of loneliness and hurt settling in her chest making her feel uneasy. The tension between them was thick yet awkward at the same time, so thick she didn’t know what to say next. Like if she tried to say something the air would drown out her words and they would be faded before they even reached his ears.

The so called fight was horrible. They both said things they didn’t mean, and called each other names they didn’t really think each other were. Their actions were foolish, getting upset over something that wasn’t important enough to affect their relationship. The thing neither of them would admit is that they didn’t even remember how it started. That was the thing about arguments. Once they start they keep adding up until it explodes, but no one knows what set it of in the first place.

The girl felt small under his sharp gaze, the once soft eyes that looked at her were now hard and stern. The sudden cold air made her shiver but of course he had no reaction. He just stood there, staring her down, making her more uncomfortable by the minute.

She swallowed her regret and pain for the night, deciding to deal with it the next day. “I’ll sleep in the guest room.” She mumbled oh so quietly, not even sure he heard her and slowly made her way to the bedroom, her feet softly padding on the floor the only sound in the room besides Draco’s breathing.

Draco didn’t do anything to stop her, not even changing his body language as a sign he wanted her to stay. It was almost like he wanted her to leave, wanted her to sleep in a separate bed just because they couldn’t act like mature adults properly solving out their relationship problems. So he stood there watching her leave and still watched as door closed, leaving him with the wood staring at him. The man sighed, running a rough pale hand through his even paler hair, tugging at the strands until it hurt. His hand went to his chest next, tugging harshly at the tie that was tied at the collar, something that seemed to be getting tighter each minute. He felt like he was being choked. He untied it and threw it hardly on the ground, the fabric making a sharp slapping noise. He himself was cold, the unexplained breeze sending shivers up his arms as he traveled to their bedroom, totally expecting her sleeping figure to be there, soft skin laying on the silk sheets, eyelashes tangled together as her eyes fluttered from time to time. But he know that even when that happened she wouldn’t wake, for that was a sign she was in deep slumber, not planning on getting out of it any time soon. But once he walked in he found the temperature even colder; the absence of the girl seeming to have an effect on the atmosphere itself. The bed was empty and the sight was unsettling to his chest, almost like her in the bed was something that needed to happen in order for him to feel content.

Sadly the feeling of discomfort didn’t go away even when he decided to sleep on her side of the bed, her scent evolving him like a quilt, the warmth of the smell almost overwhelming. The goosebumps on his skin seemed to go away just by smelling her, like just a piece of her could fix his smallest problems.

Draco slept restlessly that night, his eyes fluttering open every couple hours until he finally found himself falling back asleep again, only to do the same thing a couple hours later.

It wasn’t until he felt another presence in the room, someone’s eyes on him as he slept that his eyes finally decided to stay open for more than five minutes. He glanced at the doorway, the darkness seeming to spread as he focused on one spot. He heard heavy breathing, the person obviously trying to stop it so it wouldn’t wake him up. Little did they know he woke up because he felt her in his presence, not heard it. Almost like he couldn’t just feel her when he’s awake but also when he’s asleep.

“Hey,” he grumbled, his arm coming out of beneath the pillow, the pillow being almost permanently bent because of his arm squeezing it. The girl in the doorway shifted her weight on each foot, her body rocking back and forth as she did so.

“Come here,” he requested, rolling over so she could reclaim her spot. She hesitantly walked over to the bed, stopping when she was next to her side, hands fiddling with her-his- shirt. His hand reached out to her, fingers connecting to her arms, stroking the skin there. Her skin was still warm from the bed sheets, telling him that she wasn’t standing there for long before he woke up.

Silence wrapped around them for a while as his fingers continued to massage her skin, warm against warm. He knew she found comfort in it since she was practically melting into his touch. He wrapped his slender fingers around her wrist softly and lightly tugged as a signal he wanted her to join him in the silky bed sheets.

“Come here,” he grumbled again, fingers going down her wrist to connect his hand with hers. She stepped closer at the repeated request, like she convinced herself that the first one was a misheard, and that she needed reassurance. Her knee stepped up on the bed, arms reaching out to him for a seek of comfort. His arms settled on her hips, guiding her as she settled into bed with him.

She chose to lay on her back, eyes settled on the ceiling but her arm was still touching his. He only noticed then that her cheeks were damp and eyelashes wet.

“Hey,” he said comfortingly, fingers going up to her hair to stroke it out of her face; continuing to do so even after it was out of the way. “No tears, alright love? No tears,”

She sniffed, eyes glazing over but nothing escaping. Her lips parted and she breathed through her mouth for a couple seconds before she spoke.

“I had a nightmare,”

Draco sighed as a sign to say he felt bad, hand moving to her ear so he could stroke it carefully.

“I’m sorry, loves.” He said softly. “I wish I was there when you woke up.”

“I was scared you would still be mad.” She stated anxiously. He shook his head before she could finish speaking, lips leaning forward so he could peck at her cheeks, kissing the tears away one by one. He then backed up but still stayed close by, her right hand coming up to wrap around his neck. His silver orbs met her glossy ones, eyes searching for any emotion in her eyes. “Listen darling, I would never stay mad at you for coming to me for comfort,” he started, rubbing their noses together softly before looking into her eyes again. “You are mine, and if you need anything I’m here to give it to you.”

She smiled ever so softly, fingers stroking at his hair on the back of his neck. “All I need is you, and you already gave that to me. There isn’t anything else I need more.”

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ikeuverse · 2 months

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SLOW DOWN — s.jaeyun

CHAPTERS: prologue | chapter one | chapter two [...]

PAIRING: illegal!jake x fem!reader GENRES: angst, smut, fluff WC: 5.6k+

WARNINGS: swearing, weapons, knives, blood, illegal things in general (drugs, racing, alcohol). suggestive almost smut in this chapter, physical and verbal fights.

NOTES: first chapter of this idea i had with jake. things may seem confusing at first, but i promise everything will fall into place as i post. i won't leave anything unexplained. i hope you like it!

TAGLIST: @yeonzzzn @alvojake @seunghancore @hoondiors @jakesbffie @cheerrxy @slutforsjy @lilyuwon @ramenoil @eneiyri @nctislifue @bluejay3m @srhnyx @brownsugarbaybee @nshmrarki lmk if i've forgotten anyone or if more people want to be added

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Jake didn't like things that were too colorful, but that lifeless white on the walls of that room made his whole body tense up. The only saving grace was a vase of yellow flowers that Sunoo had brought in a few weeks earlier.

Lounging in the armchair, he had forgotten how uncomfortable it was to sleep there without the comfort of a soft bed, silky sheets, and warm blankets. His salvation was a blanket that Heeseung had brought him before going down to reception to get something to eat. And as he thought about it, something seemed to click in his mind because his stomach started rumbling.

He laughed, wondering how long he had gone without chewing something since he had arrived. Jake didn't want to neglect his health, even more so after he'd recovered a little better from his last injury.

"What's up, bro?" Heeseung's whisper woke him up, making Jake sit up and raise his head.

He hadn't even realized that his friend had entered the room, one bag in his hands and the other holding the doorknob.

"Shall we eat outside? Get out of here for a bit…" Heeseung suggested.

Perhaps Jake wasn't going to take him up on the offer, knowing he barely left the hospital room when he was there. Rolling his eyes at the gurney and sighing as he listened to the relentless noise of the breathing apparatus. After noticing Heeseung's pleading look, Jake decided it was a good idea. Eating there wouldn't be as good as it sounded.

"Is anyone out there? To take care of him—"

"I've already arranged that," Heeseung interrupted a little too calmly, opening the door wider to show two security guards standing outside.

Jake seemed relieved by this, nodding to the men who entered the room just as he left with his friend to walk side by side down the corridor.

That path was as familiar as the back of his hand, the curves of the corridors, and some of the nurses who knew who Jake was and why he was going there. Knowledgeable and even painful looks as they watched him go further and further into the hospital. Jake didn't want to think about everything he'd heard so far, he just wanted to focus on why he was doing it.

"They only had salami sandwiches" Heeseung took a table in the back garden of the hospital, in a slightly more secluded area. He knew that's where some of the staff went, so hiding out while he ate wouldn't be so bad "Besides, I think it goes well with a coke. Better than that chicken sandwich from last week."

This made Jake laugh as he unwrapped the package and took a bite of the bread.

It was delicious and he would thank Heeseung later when they got home.

A long period of silence passed between the two of them as they ate their snacks in the comfort of each other's company. They exchanged glances a few times just to make sure Jake was okay or if he needed anything, even if he didn't say a word.

"So" he said after a while, picking up the can of soda to take a long sip and wet his mouth after his snack "Any progress?"

"None" Jake sighed, picking up his soda as well "The doctors said you haven't had a single movement since the last time."

Since the last time. Jake remembered that that was almost two months ago.

"And you don't think that—"

"No" Jake said, "I'm not going to consider that possibility."

"I wasn't going to say that" he said again, dropping the rest of his snack on the table and picking up his soda again, "I was going to ask if you don't think that… Well… Y/n should know about this."

"About what?" Jake chewed the rest of his snack a little harder. His jaw clenched after he'd finished, his fists half-clenched on the table and his legs dangling as he avoided looking at Heeseung "You mean…"

"Tell me why you need more money" by now, Heeseung had finished his soda and was looking away, not looking at Jake even though he knew his friend wasn't looking at him.

"What's that going to change? We're not together anymore anyway."

"Why didn't you tell her the whole truth?" Jake wanted to punch any of his friends who said that, but he knew Heeseung was right. "And because Y/n knows about medicine and all that stuff, maybe she could help."

"Of course" Jake laughed humorlessly "After everything I've done, I think she only puts up with me because I still work for her father."

"Okay, Jay's right."

Jake raised his head to look at Heeseung, not understanding where this was all going. Jay was right about what? Neither of them had mentioned anything involving their third friend.

So, running a hand through his hair and leaning back completely against the seat in front of Jake, Heeseung nibbled on his lower lip.

"That you're a complete idiot, and that we should throw you in one of the torture rooms until one of your neurons works again."

"Fuck you" Jake allowed himself to laugh a little, making Heeseung laugh too. As much as he wanted his friend to tell you everything, Jake's concern was clear.

That's why it was difficult to get him to share that secret – perhaps a burden – that he carried with him. Jake didn't want anyone to worry, no one to look at him with pitying eyes, but it was impossible to be strong all the time.

At least he had managed to share it with his friends, even if he wanted to share it with you. In that respect, Jake Sim still considered himself a great coward, and an eternal idiot for having lost you.

The first three buttons of shirts open, his sleeves at elbow height, but his hair is completely disheveled. This was how all the men who worked for your father looked after a full day's work.

Different locations assigned, debt collection, settling accounts, searching for drugs. After a busy time, it was time to gather in the main hall around the huge table that could easily fit thirty people around it. And it was almost that many if you counted everyone who had arrived almost at the same second to meet the man.

"Do the honors, Mr. Park" your father nodded to Jay, who threw the heavy suitcase of money on the table and pushed it towards the older man.

"A hundred thousand, like they said they would" Jay gasped and received a smile in response, without having the strength to smile back. He remembered how difficult the little negotiation had been between him and the men who owed your father money.

"Was it very difficult?" he asked.

"Nothing Jake and I couldn't handle," he looked at the boy next to him, who was just as tired as he was, and nodded to your father.

It was clear how proud he was to have chosen such skilled men to work with him. He became even more sure of his choices as time went on. Your father realized that he never had any problems after many years with his choice of team. Even when you and Jake struck up a romance, your father hadn't been adamant, let alone prevented Jake from getting involved with you. He just wanted extreme attention to everything that involved work, and in that respect, Jake Sim was very professional.

"Many injuries?" as he opened the suitcase, he just smiled without bothering to check, as he trusted what Jay had said a few minutes ago. Your father closed the suitcase and handed it to one of the men next to him, asking him to take it back to the office.

"Just two of our men, I think we can sort it out" Jay replied.

"I already know how to do that" without thinking too much, he took his cell phone out of his pocket and typed a few messages.

Jake felt an enormous weight on his shoulders, not because he knew who the man was contacting, but because of the looks on the faces of all his friends.

Jay moistened his lips in an attempt to hold back a smile, while Heeseung and Sunoo looked away so as not to laugh at Jake's despair. The only one who was indifferent – or at least seemed to be – was Niki, who tapped his fingers on the marble of the table and diverted his attention from time to time to the tablet on his lap.

The minutes that passed – almost like hours – were interrupted by faint knocks on the door. Your father muttered something that Jake couldn't even hear, only paying attention to your graceful figure entering the meeting room.

You always dressed in such chic clothes but at the same time so comfortable. You've always been so different from the way anyone might think a mafia boss's daughter would be. No arrogance in your tone of voice, no countless jewels or garments short enough to show all, or almost none, of your skin.

Your hair, loose and wavy in just the right way, made Jake nostalgic for when he woke up next to you, smelling your shampoo and hearing your mumble sleepily when you asked him why he was smelling your hair.

"Because I love the way you smell" he always replied, because he did. Jake loved everything about you, to be honest.

"Daughter, I need you to check on some people" your father's voice brought Jake out of his nostalgic thoughts and focused on what was happening in front of him.

You adjusted the large coat you were wearing, matching the pantaloons that adorned your body so well.

"All right" you replied. That tone being recognized by Jake that you hated it all, but only did it because – unfortunately – it was your job "Where are they?"

It was then that your father looked at the boys who had brought him that information. Jake and Jay.

"On the third floor" Jay replied "I can—"

"I'll take them to your office," Jake interrupted.

You wanted to protest, to say something to stop Jake from getting up from that chair and following suit. But he was one of your father's favorite men, so it would be your word against his, and nothing would change.

Sighing, you just nodded and let Jake get up to walk out of the meeting room.

"I'm coming with you in case anything happens," Jay whispered so that only you could hear as he stood up too. Your form of thanks was a sincere smile in his direction as the three of you made your way to the third floor.

There was nothing wrong with dealing with injured people during your time working for your father, but being together with Jake in the same room made your heart race. Not because you didn't want him around, but because you knew it always led to something: one of those things being a brief discussion about how the two of you were no longer together.

It was a vicious cycle and even thinking about it, you also knew that you were part of it. Because you could just let it go, and accept that there was no way you could compete with the work Jake was doing. Or forget about him altogether and look at him the way you looked at the other men who worked there.

Maybe it could be that way if he didn't make things difficult every time you thought of the latter option.

"Over here" Jay tapped you on the shoulder when you reached the room, showing that you were scattered the whole way and only paid attention when he called you.

You nodded and entered after Jake, with Jay following behind to close the door and look at the two men standing there.

"Miss Y/n" the younger of the two smiled in your direction without waiting for one of the others to say hello. Your eyes squeezed shut as your lips curved and you smiled back at him.

"Sungchan, hi" your greeting made him smile even more, looking at every part of his body until he noticed a cloth wrapped around his arm. From white, it was already turning red, indicating that it had been there for some time "What happened?"

"A bullet grazed me, I managed to hide in time" he bit his lower lip, trying to suppress a guilty smile, not liking being hurt to make you do even more work.

Sungchan was a sweet boy, you used to compare him to Sunoo among all the boys there.

"I think we need to go to my room to clean this up" you said, turning to Jake and Jay, but wanting to focus more on Jay and avoiding looking at the other "Didn't you tell me there were two bruises?"

"They've already taken Keeho to your room, y/n" Sungchan answered for them, grumbling quietly when he had to get up to walk with all of you together "He's got some cuts, I think he'll need stitches."

"Oh my God" you widened your eyes "What was the mission this time? You're all going to be patched up in a while."

"Looking like Frankenstein" Jay pouted at you, making everyone laugh.

Even Jake, who was always trying to be serious around you, had to have a moment of relaxation. He wanted to put the worries of the previous mission behind him, after all, everyone was fine. No one had been seriously injured or your father hadn't lost any of his men, so there was nothing to worry about.

As soon as you all arrived at your room, you entered to find a few more people inside. Like a flashback to the day Jake got hurt, two men were next to Keeho on the stretcher, but he was awake and looked a little better than Jake did at the time.

"Conscious?" you asked.

"Yes, completely" Keeho's voice broke into the room and you breathed a sigh of relief knowing it wasn't serious. All your father's men who went out and came back injured, you assumed the worst.

Although you'd never experienced any extreme case of someone dying in your living room, for example, you were afraid that something like this would happen.

There's a first time for everything, that's what you heard Chloe and Sunoo tell you every time their whining was heard. You didn't want it to happen, you didn't want anything tragic to reach your living room. That's why there were bigger hospitals and that's why your father had money, he could afford the best ward in the hospital to take better care of those who needed it. You only did things with minimal urgency, not a quasi-surgical case.

"I'm going to get stitches? Really?" Keeho's eyes widened when you had already prepared everything and were ready to take care of his injuries.

The boy looked at his friends and, finally, in your direction.

"You wouldn't take it if you stayed out of these stupid things, would you?" you didn't need to look at Jake to know that the message had hit him hard, even if you were talking directly to Keeho "Now I need you to take off your shirt, please."

"What?" Jake almost shouted.

Everyone turned in his direction. It had come out without thinking and now there was no way he could take it back, let alone stop Keeho's shirt from already being on the floor of his living room.

"Maybe I'll get him out of here while you take care of it, okay?" Jay grabbed Jake by the shoulders, under his protests, pulling the boy out of the room.

"I think he's going to kill me afterward, so the suture won't be anything" Keeho said.

Sungchan laughed and so did you, but your laugh sounded a little more nervous because even though he had a joking tone, you didn't know what Jake might be capable of. Even more so out of your field of vision.

You'd heard how jealous he was because Heeseung always let it slip every time some mafia guy commented on you. No one feared your father, but the famous and feared Jake Sim. He was responsible for the lowered heads and apologies when someone looked in your direction.

At first, you thought it was out of respect for your father, not least because some of your acquaintances and daughters of such powerful men said the same thing happened to them. Even Chloe talked about how respectful it would be to them, but after hearing Heeseung's stories you were sure that it was nothing like you had thought before.

After a long time tending to Keeho and Sungchan's injuries, you said goodbye to the boys and let them leave your office with the security guards they had brought. As they left the room, a long sigh left your lips.

It was tiring, your legs were aching and you just wanted to take a shower now. You could see the remnants of blood from Keeho's wounds under your fingernails, even though you were now standing in front of the sink scrubbing with all your might. It had to come off somehow before you could shower.

At least some of the dirt because you felt even heavier energetically knowing that that blood, even though it was from someone you knew, had been spilled in something extremely illegal. Because no one would hurt someone without anything in return. Especially your father and his men.

Another sigh left your lips, this time interrupted only by the sound of the door opening and then closing. The sound of slow footsteps inside the room didn't make you apprehensive because you knew who it was without even turning around.

"Do you have some time?" Jake's voice broke into your ears and you closed your eyes for a few seconds, wondering what to say or if you should answer. Pretending he wasn't there wasn't a good idea either, because you couldn't turn invisible or simply disappear.

"What do you need?" you finished cleaning up, thanking him for the countless times you'd been running that sponge over your nails, finally getting what you wanted off.

Turning to Jake, you looked at him standing in the middle of your living room. His eyes were glazed over and his expression was neutral.

"I need you to check something for me, actually" he said.

One more step towards you and you strangely didn't flinch, on the contrary. When Jake said that, you were intrigued and also took a step forward, already imagining that he might be hurt too, not least because he was with the boys on the mission your father had assigned.

You just hoped he wasn't as badly hurt as the two who had left your room a while ago.

"Sure. What do you want me to check?" you asked as soon as Jake stopped in front of you, too close.

It was then that you realized just how dangerously close he was to you. A slight lean and Jake would have his face pressed to yours and, worse still, he could even kiss you if he made a quick move.

For a long minute, which seemed like an hour, he was silent, just studying all your expressions during that time. Lips parted, eyebrows drawn together in something that looked like doubt mixed with concern. Your hands clenched at your sides and Jake realized that you wanted to raise them to him, maybe inspect him to see if he was hurt.

Jake sighed and raised his hands to the hem of the T-shirt he was wearing and pulled it completely off. Your breath caught in your throat as you watched him undress less than a few centimeters away from you. The air hits your face with the movement of the shirt, making your hair move in the process.

He moved closer again, bringing his hands to your wrists to grip them and move them up to his chest.

"Jaeyun" you called out when you felt the contact of his skin under your fingers. Jake's heartbeat was racing and he didn't care if you were feeling it.

Ignoring your call, he left one of your hands there and the other made a point of going down to his abdomen, right above the scar that was almost gone.

"I want you to see if it's healing properly" his voice lowered a few octaves to whisper that, pressing your fingers into his abdomen.

You bit your lower lip to prevent any sound from coming out, whether it was a scream, a moan or a swear word. Your eyes, which had previously been on Jake's face, drifted down to your hands, which remained pressed to his abdomen without making any mention of releasing them.

"Y-yes" you didn't even bother to check if you were right about that or not, even though his incident had been a considerably long time ago so that the scarring was already well done.

Both you and he knew that.

"Good" he said, releasing your hand from his abdomen, but keeping the other on his chest and interlacing your fingers "Now I need you to check something else."

"What?" you didn't want to sound so desperate to know what he wanted, let alone that your hands were trembling as he held you tightly between his fingers.

Jake leaned towards you without taking his eyes off your face, and looking like you were hypnotized, you didn't take your eyes off him either.

You wanted to scream, to ask him to stop coming closer and to get out of there. Your shift was over, you needed to shower and get a long night's sleep until the next day, but why couldn't you say anything? Where was your strength and anger every time you were in Jake's presence? You could push him away and say all the things you often say, pushing him away and not speaking to Jake for days until he needed to look after you or one of the boys made you two interact.

But what was happening took away any desire in your body to send him away.

So, taking the opportunity to still be so close, Jake leaned his forehead against yours and let go of your hands. Now he kept both of them holding your neck, one hand on each side.

"I want you to check if the absurd urge I have to kiss you right now is unique for me" he whispered, his thumbs gripping your chin to lift your face towards him, "or if you're feeling it too."

That couldn't happen. You couldn't give in to Jake and his charms, but you also couldn't fool yourself when your insides were screaming for him and his touch.

There was no way you could lie and delude yourself that Jake didn't know you well enough to know things, especially noticing how vulnerable you had become under his touch. This was the perfect opportunity for Jake to finally touch his lips to yours.

Experimentally, since he feared you'd regret it in the process, throwing anything medical in his direction and running him out of the room. But no. Contrary to what he thought, you returned the kiss, letting the pressure of his tongue on your lower lip be welcomed.

Your hands quickly grabbed Jake's waist to pull him closer to you, his fingers pressing a little harder on your chin to open your mouth so he could roll his tongue against yours. The perfect fit he felt as if for the first time in every kiss. The spark that radiated through his body with every touch and wet noise their mouths made as they kissed.

Jake let out a groan as he walked with you blindly across the room, leaning you against the pillar near the sink. Your back welcomes the cold concrete, in contrast to the skin of Jake's warm body pressed against yours. It was your turn to moan as he involuntarily pressed his hips against yours. It was clear to see the erection forming as he rubbed subtly against you, eliciting another moan that was muffled by his lips.

Jake didn't want to stop kissing you, and you wouldn't have let him if it hadn't been for the vibration in his pocket. That damn cell phone getting in the way of something he'd mustered up enough courage for, defying all the times you could have hit him just for trying.

"I think you need to answer it" you gasped against his lips, trying to grab Jake's hips so he'd stop teasing you.

Defeated, Jake pressed one last kiss to your lips before pulling his mouth away, his body still pressed to yours.

"Yes?" he answered the ringing phone, mumbling something you didn't even hear.

He answered vaguely while looking down at your lips, running his tongue over his lower lip and smiling at you every time he saw you roll your eyes. Probably thinking of some curse word as soon as he hung up the phone.

"You owe me five grand for the interruption, Heeseung" he finally said, turning off his cell phone and putting it back in his pants pocket.

"Do you have to go?" the sweetness in your voice was something Jake missed. He was used to a serious tone, with nothing affectionate in it.

He agreed with a sad nod.

"Niki needs to check some information, he called me, Jay, Heeseung, and Sunoo."

Jake looked around for the T-shirt scattered on the floor, not wanting to get away from you, but he had to. And as soon as he spotted the fabric, he quickly put it on, coming back to you and pulling you off the pillar against his body.

"We…"

"Jaeyun" you wanted to interrupt him, but you knew it would be impossible. Jake wrapped one of his arms around your waist and stole a kiss from your lips.

"Let me enjoy it while you don't get real and punch me for the rest of the week" he whispered with his mouth against yours, whimpering at having to pull away and leave "But can I see you tomorrow night?"

"You live here, so…" you laughed awkwardly, feeling his lips once again against yours. Giving in to Jake was easy for you, fortunately or not.

"No. I mean… see you, just me and you" Jake walked with you to the door of your room, assuming that you would leave too.

And he was right. You both left, but not before you locked the door to walk alongside him down the corridor.

"Do you want to come to my room, Sim Jaeyun?" you laughed.

"Is that an invitation?" he looked like a puppy with an excited look on his face and grinned like an idiot. You rolled your eyes at that, stopping in front of the elevator since he was going to get in and you were going to stay right there "Please, say yes."

Your silence seemed like it would kill him, but you weren't doing it on purpose. You didn't know what to think about it because something inside you still resented Jake for choosing the job.

And your sigh was proof that your thoughts were taking over too much, so he was quick to try and make it go away. Pulling you back against his body and leaving a kiss on your forehead.

"I'll text you, call you, anything" his lips trailed down your skin to your lips, "and I'll meet you in your room, okay?"

"Okay" you whispered in time to let him kiss you again, biting your lower lip just as the elevator arrived.

He broke away from you, entering and squeezing onto the floor he was supposed to go to until he waved and disappeared as the doors closed.

You slumped your shoulders and walked down the rest of the corridors, wanting to think that this shouldn't have happened between you and Jake. Thinking about how easy it was to let him kiss you and almost have sex with you in your living room.

But among all these conflicting thoughts, none of them were able to wipe the smile off your face.

You wanted to faithfully believe Jake's words from the night before. He'd show up in your room, the two of you would talk about something or you'd just miss each other. The last thought was more likely.

But as the hours passed, there was no knock on the door and no message. Zero calls from him on your phone, you knew.

You knew that, once again, Jake had chosen work.

His voice in your mind repeating that he needed that money, that he would do anything to get it. And you didn't even know why. Jake was never greedy, so why did he value money more than your relationship?

Looking at your reflection in the mirror, you let the air out of your mouth with a tired, sad sigh, but deep down you wanted to be happy. At least you wouldn't be staying at home.

Agreeing to go out with Chloe was the only chance you had of distracting your mind while Jake was doing anything other than texting you. If he preferred work, you'd rather go out with your friend and not even have time to get home.

You took one last look at your reflection to put the finishing touches on, leaving your room and looking down the corridors. Your father had left someone watching over your as he always did, but to your surprise the corridor was empty, so that would be one less person for your to convince that she could go out on your own. Even if it meant talking for long minutes, at most it would delay you a little from meeting Chloe.

"Where do you think you're going?" you jumped into the middle of the corridor when you met Niki's eyes in your direction. You stared at him seriously but tried to smile after you saw him put down his headset and stop chewing what he was eating.

"Why?" you asked.

"I asked you first" Niki retorted, making you roll your eyes at that. It was always a discussion – a healthy one – between you and him.

"I'm going out with Chloe."

"Have you told anyone about that?" he asked.

"Do I have to?"

Niki was about to answer, but at the same moment, you walked over to him, ruffling the younger man's hair.

"I haven't told my father or Jake, I don't think I need it" your voice was low, not quite a whisper as you walked past Niki. The boy made no move to stop you from going to the elevator "Not to mention the fact that I've been waiting in my room for hours. Your friend promised to visit me, did you know that?"

He knew. And he also knew why Jake hadn't arrived until now, the words dying on the tip of his tongue as the elevator reached the floor you were both on. You saw Niki swallow dry when you got in and pressed the button.

"Bye, Niki" saying goodbye to him, the door closed.

A strange feeling bubbled up in you because no one had stopped you from leaving. Normally Niki would have held you back or even thrown you over his shoulder and taken you back to your room. Or even one of the security guards would have been there to stop you from leaving on your own.

But no. Nobody had done anything and that gave you a little more energy to get in the car and drive to meet Chloe.

You just didn't know that Niki was tracking you, somehow the device connected to your car gave him your exact location.

The boy didn't want to meddle in your things, but it would be dangerous to let you go out alone and he would never forgive himself if something happened to you. All the more so because he had been assigned to keep an eye on your bedroom corridor and, caught off guard, Niki couldn't react when he saw you leaving. He could take you in his arms and lock you up until Jake arrived, couldn't he? Or call one of the boys and stop you from leaving. Maybe he could also call Chloe to the mansion and the two of you could stay there talking all night.

There were so many valid options that Niki couldn't even think of, he just let you go and opted to track your car and save the location for when Jake arrived.

Meanwhile, at the dance club that Chloe had sent you the address of, you quickly parked to get in.

"Finally" your friend greeted you, pulling you into a hug and taking you inside the dance club "I didn't think you were coming" she whispered the last part because of the crowd of people and the loud music.

You didn't think you'd make it either, but that would be a completely distant thought as the two of you made your way to the bar.

"Maybe we should have something really strong to start with" she said, leaning on the bar, her cleavage exposed to the barman who walked towards her to wave and take orders.

"May I suggest something tasty?" he licked his lips, smiling at her as Chloe returned the gesture "And it'll be on the house."

"What a gentleman" she winked at him, watching him walk away with a smile. Turning towards him, she slapped him lightly on the arm and laughed "Have fun! They'll be after both of us soon."

Having said that, you just agreed, not being shocked by Chloe's words because, deep down, you knew your best friend was right.

So you had to make the most of it until someone from your father's team showed up.

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digital-domain · 3 months

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Escape - Part 2 to Per This Agreement

Alastor x Reader // word count 3.2k

In which your worst fear returns, and nothing about it (about him) is as you remembered

Tags/Warnings: noncon, blowjob, come swallowing, mention of substance use, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms™️, Alastor poorly suppressing a mental breakdown, not a good ending for either party, angst with a side of smut

A/N: I see this happening before/during whatever the fuck happened seven years ago. Is it canon compliant? Only time will tell.

As always - 18+, read the tags, if you don’t like the tags then don’t go below the cut (or into my inbox). Thank you and enjoy.

It’s been almost a year. That all-consuming paranoia that haunted you in the aftermath still lingers. But it’s not as sharp as it once was. It even disappears sometimes, when you keep yourself busy, when you give yourself other things to think about (there are other ways to tune it out as well, but they don’t last, and leave you more of a wreck than you started). So you stay moving. Stay distracted. And the results? You have a job, a dingy apartment, a scattered collection of hobbies, and people who you might consider friends if you weren’t scared of bringing them in close. It’s enough to keep the worst of your thoughts at bay. Enough to keep you sane.

And yet, you know that he is coming back. He made it clear, on that horrible day, that your existence is not your own. That you will see him again. You’ve pictured this reunion many times - it pops into your head, unwanted, at the worst possible moments. When you’re alone, when it’s dark, when you’re trying to sleep. Even after you fall asleep. Some of your nightmares are so vivid that you swear you can feel that chain around your neck, even once you wake up gasping for air. Sometimes, after a string of bad nights, staying busy isn’t enough, and you look for other ways out. If you drink enough, you don’t dream. And of course, you don’t dream if you don’t sleep and all.

You slept well last night, though. It’s been weeks since the last broadcast, and for once, your sleeping mind has given you a reprieve from its horrors. The day was good, too. Full of the pleasant boringness of everyday existence, the empty chatter that almost makes you feel at peace. You went to work, and did not jump at any unexplained noises. You ate your lunch, and did not feel the urge to vomit at any point after. You walked home, and did not stop to buy the sort of poison that would help you forget. You turned corners, and did not fear what you might see when you did. You ascended the stairs of your apartment building, and unlocked your door, and thought of nothing but mundane things the entire time. It was an uneventful day.

It was too good to last.

You step into your apartment, and immediately, something feels wrong. You can’t place it. There are no flickering lights, no ominous shadows on the wall, no faint, distorted voices echoing from places you can’t see. And yet, the feeling remains. You proceed cautiously through your home, and slowly open the door of your bedroom. Step inside.

And freeze.

Alastor is standing motionless in the middle of the room, like he’s been staring at your door for hours, waiting for you to emerge.

Running would be so pointless that it doesn’t even occur to you. In fact, absolutely nothing occurs to you for some time. For you to have any thoughts, you’d first have to admit that this was real.

His eyes register your appearance, but he doesn’t move or speak. Not yet. Your mind slows down - or perhaps time slows down, to give you a chance to see, to understand anything beyond your initial horror. And you realize, after your thoughts finally catch up with your eyes, that nothing is as you remembered.

He looks different. He is different, in every conceivable way.

You remember him standing straight. Even when he bent down, his spine was rigid. Now, he is folded in on himself, like a marionette with half its strings cut. His chest visibly rises and falls. His ears are pressed back against his head. His hair is frayed at the ends, individual strands escaping his control, pressing out in every direction. He is still grinning, but it’s not cruel, or confident. In fact, it looks like it might slip off at any moment. And his eyes…

They’re wide. Expressive, a far cry from the sadistic calculation that had burned in them a year ago. In all the times you imagined this moment, you never imagined him like this. You don’t think you could have conjured such a desperate expression in your imagination, even if you’d tried. Something is wrong, and not in the way you expected.

Even the place where he’s standing is wrong. In your nightmares, he always appeared over your bed when you were sleeping, or materialized in your desk chair, his boots kicked up at the corner, a menacing grin pasted to his face. And he always had something to say. But here, in what is unfortunately your real, waking life, his silence stretches on, until it’s too much for you to bear.

“What do you want?” You hate the way these words curdle in your mouth, fall thickly from your tongue. You shouldn’t have to ask. In your dreams, he was always very clear about what he wanted. Revenge for your insolence, in one way or another. On the good nights, your soul is ripped at its seams, and you scream for all of hell to hear. On the bad nights, you’re torn apart in a different way, and no one hears you except for him.

He doesn’t answer you. Not immediately. Just inhales deeply, presses his clenched fists to his side. For no reason that you can think of, you take a step forward - the door slams shut behind you, and you hear the click of a key in the lock. You don’t bother turning around, or checking your pockets for your own key. Somehow, you already know that they’ll be empty.

One of his hands rises into the space between you. His fist falls open, palm raised to the ceiling. It curls shut.

This is exactly as you remember.

It plays out like your nightmares, in perfect detail. The golden chain unfurls, you take one last free breath before the collar snaps tight around your neck, and you lock eyes with him as your face falls. But you don’t struggle, this time. And he doesn’t move more than he has to. He drops his gaze, stares down the length of the chain, holds its end limply in his loose fist.

It shakes and bends, capturing the small spasms of his hand. “I didn’t think”-

Your breath catches in your throat, at the same moment he cuts himself off. He sounds different. There is no filter over his voice, nothing for it to hide behind.

“I didn’t think I’d ever”- Again, he stops. He seems to become aware that he’s speaking only once the words have left his mouth. “A year ago…I didn’t intend on following through”-

You wait. He’s not drawing this out on purpose. You almost wish that he was. That would make sense. Taunts would make sense. Arrogance, deceit - those would make sense. This does not make sense. This is not real.

He starts again, and this time, it sticks. “I’m suffering in ways that you couldn’t even fathom.” His eyes, dull, burned-out red craters, leave you no room to question him, although at this moment, you don’t think any kind of suffering is out of reach for you. “There’s a reason the airwaves have been so quiet for the past few weeks. This… thing that’s hanging over me…” His eyes narrow, fingertips scratch against his covered palm. “It’s stripping the pleasure out of everything.” Finally, he looks at you. Seeing your face seems to strengthen his resolve - he grips the slack of the chain, slowly wraps it around his hand. “And I’m sure you know…despair makes us resort to strange things, just to feel alive.”

You do know. And you want to scream that you know because of him. But for many reasons, your mouth stays shut. He already knows everything that you’re thinking. Everything you fear. He’s thinking about it, too.

“I can’t escape. But I can forget, if only for a moment. And I suppose that’s a form of escape in itself.” He tilts his head. “Isn’t it?” His gaze is fixed on the chain link protruding from his fist. Some battle rages in his head, with no sign of abating.

The doorknob is close to your hand. So close that you’re beginning to think that fleeing is an option for you, after all. The Alastor you saw in your nightmares would never have permitted it - but he has little in common with the man standing before you. You eye the golden links flowing out from his hand. If you pull hard enough to make him let go, will the whole thing disappear? You don’t think it would take much to catch him off guard. Not in his current state.

Your stomach drops as his eyes flick upwards, catch you in the act.

“Oh…” To your horror, his ears perk up, eyes narrow in an all-too-familiar way. “No. I’m not that far gone.”

You stop, and wish you could force yourself to keep moving, just enough to cover your ears. The static is back in his voice, biting into you. You think he’s angry, like he was the time before. Or at the very least, he wants to be angry.

Your mind escapes of its own accord. You see yourself, almost a year ago, in the wake of your terrible mistake. Wiping your tears away, dressing in the finest clothes you owned, marching into the street. Buying two things at a nearby secondhand shop: a radio, abandoned and cheap because it refused to turn off, and a baseball bat. It was a stupid idea, one that sucked up your money and left you sitting on your kitchen floor in a sea of broken metal parts, feeling even more hopeless than you did before.

But it felt good, while it lasted. Better than you’d felt in a long time. It gave you something to do with your misery, other than let it tear you apart. And for a few seconds of blissful destruction, your mind went entirely quiet.

His voice drags you back to the present. “Even if you did manage to get as far as that doorknob,” he spits, “it would still be locked. I’m afraid that you’re trapped.” His grin stretches at the corners, and he bitterly laughs at some joke that you truly don’t understand. “We have that in common. But at least I still have a few places left to run.”

You don’t say a thing. Only let your hand fall from its upwards climb, back to the outside of your thigh. Limp.

“So few that I ran to you.” His lip twitches in something like disgust - whether at you, or at himself, you’re not sure. It stills quickly, and the mask of his smile hardens on his face. “Pitiful. But I can’t say that I regret it just yet. And perhaps I never will.” He clenches his fist tight around the ethereal chain, and for the first time since you set foot in your room, his eyes are alight, glowing exactly how you remember. “I certainly can’t turn back.”

Maybe this, the return of what you knew, is the only part that is real. Or maybe it’s the only part that isn’t. It goes on, either way.

A sudden tension on the chain pulls you forward, until you’re sprawled on the floor with only a vague understanding of how you got there. You look up, and see a gloved hand tugging sharply upwards. You scramble to your knees, because fighting with the metal band around your neck will result in you hideously gasping for breath until you surrender. You try to look away. To your surprise, he lets you, but you find your gaze returning to him before long. There’s no escape. He made that clear a long time ago. He can quell any struggle that you attempt, so it’s better not to struggle at all.

No way out…and yet, there is a hesitance in the way his hand leaves your face, a clumsiness in the way it falls at his waist. One last spark of uncertainty. It’s gone, after a moment - he clutches your chain harder, and quickly undoes his trousers, pulls everything down just enough to let his cock spring free. He looks at you in the moment that your stomach knots in anticipation, in the moment your face betrays your rage at being dragged down to this place. He sighs in delight, at that. But he closes his eyes as he urges you forward, as you let your tongue fall from your mouth, as you drag it up his length and close your mouth over the tip of his cock. He inhales sharply, but makes no other sound. His mouth has fallen open, revealing the sharp ends of his teeth. You wrap your hand around his shaft, meet it with your lips, stroke in time with the movement of your mouth, try to ignore the sound of his breath. You don’t know what he wants, what he likes - you’re not sure if he knows, either. All you can do is keep going, and pray that it will be over soon. Your eyes are closed. His breathing is louder than it was a moment before.

You’re not sure what, exactly, shifts. All you know is that suddenly, his hand is on the back of your head, nails sharp even through his gloves, curling through your hair and pressing into your scalp. His eyes have snapped open. They bore into you as he forces himself into your throat, as he makes you gag and sputter until you’re fighting against his hand, against the chain that pulls you tight to the base of his cock. You can’t breathe. Drool trails from the sides of your mouth, drips to the floor - and he holds you there, exhales raggedly as your struggles become increasingly desperate, until give out entirely.

There’s the clink of chain unwinding from his hand, and then the relief of being yanked back, of taking a deep breath - only for your stomach to drop again as he raises your face. You’re not sure when you started crying, but the tears are there, and he sees every one of them. Lifts a finger to wipe the freshest one away.

His eyes are wide and shining and dark. Edging on black, the same color as the ill-fitting shadow that pulses out from behind him. He tugs at your chain, and his voice hisses out from the gap between his teeth, a low, ravenous command. “Smile.”

His finger pulls at the corner of your mouth, but you’re already obeying, pulling your lips back to show your teeth, arranging the drool-stained lower half of your face into exactly what he wants to see. His hand twitches. The shadow on the wall lets its mouth fall open. Then, his grip clamps down on your jaw, erasing your grin and forcing your lips open. He shoves into your mouth, thrusts relentlessly until all you have room for in your head is the clink of the chain by your ear, the pressure of his hand on the back of your head, and the taste of his cock on your tongue. The chain tightens, he holds you tight as you choke, his hand stiffens on your scalp -

He gasps out an oath under his breath. His body shudders, convulses. His cock pulses into you, and his come releases into your throat, so deep that you don’t taste it. You don’t think about it. You prepare to fight for breath, once again, to be held cruelly and tightly until saliva pools in your mouth and spills from your lips.

But you don’t have to. The moment after it happens, he’s already stepping away. Pulling in on himself, in a perfect mirror of the way you crumple to the floor beneath him. Another oath falls softly on your ears, this one the opposite of pleasure, panicked and accompanied by a different sort of shudder.

The chain disappears. You swallow hard. And with your spine curled in, with your forearms pressed to your thighs, you watch him. He dresses himself quickly, erratically, fumbling over the fasteners before stumbling back to fall onto your bed. To ruin it with the weight of his body, the curl of his fingers on your blanket.

His breathing, unlike yours, doesn’t even out as the seconds tick by. It catches, releases, sputters. And finally, it becomes so perfectly slow and measured that you know, beyond a doubt, each inhale and exhale is a conscious act. He’s dazed, eyes lidded, his grin faint compared to moments ago. You get the odd impression that you shouldn’t be seeing him like this - that no one should.

“My mind went quiet, for a moment…” Again, he’s not really speaking to you. The static in his voice is gone. And that look on his face, the deadened eyes, the panic only betrayed in the jittering of his hands, has sprung back into place. “It wasn’t worth it.”

“No.” You’re not sure if you say it out loud, and you don’t care. Your mind detaches from your body, floats to the highest shelf in your cramped kitchen, the half-empty bottle of liquor that stands bitter and alone against the peeling paint of your wall. It’s never worth it. And yet, you know that it will be empty, before long.

He looks away from you. “There was a time…a time when I had rules...control…”

There was a time when you had control, too. It ended when you met him, and it won’t come back.

“Your soul…” His chest rises. Falls. Heavy. And slowly, shaking, he pulls his hands up from your bed. In one, he rests his face, the attached arm pulled close to his body, elbow pressed down into his thigh. The other hand unfurls in the empty air beside his head. From it emits a soft green light. “Have it.” The light streams towards you, connecting your body with the tips of his fingers, enveloping you with such intensity that you have to close your eyes. You gasp as it seems to pierce your heart, sending a jolt vibrating through your ribcage as it’s sucked into you, until the green glow on the other side of your eyelids has disappeared, and a strange warmth radiates inside you.

He’s let you go. You feel it, know it - but the relief does not come.

You open your eyes. He stands, turns away. Ears pushed back, fists clenched, spine rounded, moments from giving out entirely. And this is the last you see of him. He does not leave by the door. Instead, his image melts away, melds with the remnants of his shadow and retreats into some dark corner, out through whatever crevice he manages to find.

Away from you. Away from the unswept bedroom floor that you’re curled upon, away from your eyes, which have become every bit as hollow as his own. You hate yourself for wondering what happened to him. But you hate yourself more for wondering if he’ll ever come back. Wondering what version of him you’ll see, if he does. ***

The broadcasts do not return. Not in weeks, not in months, not in years to come. But you never really stop wondering. Only pause. Only live, and escape the best you can for as long as you can manage. After enough time has gone by, you can barely make out his face in your dreams - but you always know it’s him. And they never go away.

#tw noncon #tw substance use #alastor x reader

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oatsmeall · 4 months

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Softly, Quietly.

Jk! x f!reader | Established relationship

Jungkook imagine | warnings: Shy reader, insomnia.

On nights when you couldn't sleep you would just go to your living room or kitchen to listen to music softly and quietly while you brewed yourself some tea or coffee. This was your form of therapy.

Jungkook was no stranger to your actions but he did find it somewhat concerning. He heard the soft and quiet music coming from the kitchen, He was on his way to get a glass of water when he saw you swaying to the rythem of the song. He loved how at peace you looked.

Swaying your hips from side to side softly to the song 'at last' by Etta James. You were humming the song softly not even realizing Jungkook was standing behind you grabbing himself a glass from your cabinet.

"you're so beautiful, honey" Jungkook says pouring himself some water. You jump out of surprise.

"o- oh I didn't even hear or see you Kook, sorry if I made too much noise I know you're slee-"

"hey shh, it's okay. Promise you didn't wake me up. I just happened to randomly wake up. I was thirsty too so..." He trailed off.

"okay..." You smiled softly at him. Looking away shortly after, you hate to admit it but even after 3 years of dating Jungkook you're still shy around him. Feels like you're a child around your crush.

"You shy? Oh no.. c'mere babe." He grabs your face with his large hands and moves your hair behind your ear. Taking you in, he just stares at you fondly. His big doe eyes admiring you.

Shy still you become red and you sheepishly look down. An unexplainable wave of embarrassment overcomes you. He had no idea of the way he had you so weak.

"Kook..I- I can't.." you say looking down shyly.

"can't what baby? Look at me?" He says in a quiet laugh.

"mhmm... You know I-" he suddenly grabs your face catching you by surprise. He grabs it so you're looking at him.

"it's okay, here. I'm not gonna eat you." He says laughing again. He found this quite amusing. Shortly after the song 'seems like' by The Sinseers begins to play.

"mm I like this song, c'mere" he swiftly grabs you by the waist and pulls you away from the counter and into the middle of the living room.

"you're too beautiful. I love you." He says swaying with you while he holds your hand and his other hand he holds your waist. You guys danced quietly while the song played softly in the background. It felt like something straight out of a movie.

You rested your head on his shoulder while you still danced and swayed. He would whisper sweet things into your ear here and there, and you would giggle a little.

"I think we should do this more often, no?"

"you think so?"

"yes. I love this for us. I feel at peace. With you." You knew this sounded like a cliche but you didn't care in that moment. You were glad Jungkook was there with you. For you.

"mmk... " He says calmly, kissing your forehead and resting his head on top of yours.

11pm went by quick into 1am and then 2am. you guys were dancing and giggling in the living room. You felt like you fell more in love with Jungkook. Deeper and deeper. You were overwhelmed by his affection. The night deepened and you knocked out on top of Jungkook on the couch in the living room. With music peacefully playing in the background. Softly.

#jungkook angst #jungkook fluff #jungkook x reader #bts fluff #jungkook #bts

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navybrat817 · 10 months

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🧚🏻‍♀️✨Bippity boppity bow chicka wow oww! You’ve been visited by the Shameless Hoe Fairy, and now you must pick one CE fictional babe and share a hoe thought including the prompts: midnight + soft!dark 😏 Go on and spread those shameless hoe vibes and your legs 😘❤️

Sis! I asked you with no context to choose between Steve and Ari. Hehe. Hope you like it.

When the Clock Strikes

Pairing: Soft Dark!Ari Levinson x Female Reader Summary: You wake up and realize you're not alone in your new place. Word Count: Over 1k Warnings: Implied smutty times, non-con/dubcon elements (you have been warned), creepy vibes, otherworldly, Ari Levinson (yep, he's a warning) A/N: Happy Sinday! ❤️ Beta read by the lovely @whisperlullaby, but any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

You weren’t sure why you awoke so suddenly, but you found yourself shivering as you sat up in your bed. You normally had no trouble sleeping through the night, though you couldn’t be sure it wasn’t morning or not thanks to your blackout curtains. Maybe it was a touch of anxiety since you were living in a new place, but you loved your new home. It also could’ve been because you were freezing.

And naked.

What the hell?

You covered your chest as you tried to see through the darkness of your room. The last thing you remembered coming home after having a couple of drinks with your friends. The warmth from the alcohol made you strip off most of your clothes before you collapsed on the silky sheets, but you were certain you kept your bra and underwear on. What happened to them? Where was your comforter?

With a tired sigh, you grabbed the sheet from the end of the bed and covered yourself up. You probably kicked the comforter away in your sleep. It still didn’t explain what happened to the rest of your clothes. Fear lit up in your chest like a flare at the thought of someone else taking them off, but you didn’t bring anyone home with you.

I didn’t have that much to drink.

Glancing at your nightstand, you felt around for your phone and tapped the screen. Midnight. “Just go back to sleep,” you muttered to yourself, fluffing your pillow and resting your head against it with a huff.

Silence filled the air as you shut your eyes.

They snapped open as the closet door handle turned a second later.

Oh, my god.

You lay frozen as something or someone slowly pushed the door open, the creaking noise making your heart palpitate. From what you could see, a tall, built man with the brightest blue eyes you’d ever soon stood in the middle of your closet. You shouldn’t have been able to make out his eye color from the lack of light, but they seemed to glow as he took a step toward you. No sound came out when you tried to scream.

Why can’t I move?

Though you didn’t see him move his hand or move any closer to the bed, he turned on the nearby lamp. Whether to get a better look at you or for you to see him, you weren’t sure. He had no shirt on, the dark hair on his chest matching his luscious locks and beard. His piercing gaze seemed to see right through you as you thought about how handsome he was. It wasn’t right to think that way, but fear was sometimes unexplainable.

He’s a stranger in my home. He was hiding in my closet. He-

“You’re much prettier than the last tenant,” the man spoke into the darkness, his voice rich and deep. “And all alone.”

You were still incapable of using your voice as you attempted to scramble away from him. You asked before signing the lease why you got the place so cheap, but you couldn’t recall the answer. Did he do something to the last person who lived here? Why didn’t you ask around more?

“Have I rendered you speechless, sweetheart?” he asked with an amused smile, gripping your ankle through the sheet. “We’ll need to change that.”

Your heart leapt to your throat when he tore the fabric away to reveal your naked body. “What do you want?” you finally asked, your voice no louder than a whisper.

The bed dipped under his weight as he crawled toward you. The mixture of light and shadows cast a sinister glow along his face as he smiled. “I want you to scream my name when I make you come.”

He cut off your whimper when his hand shot out to grip your throat. “Please,” you gasped.

“Ari. My name is Ari,” he told you, squeezing as he nudged your thighs apart. You didn’t know who he was. More accurately, what he was. “And I know you’ll take my cock like a good girl. I’ll wreck your cunt ‘til you beg for me to keep you.”

You arched your back, his touch everywhere though he didn’t move his hands. His fingers pinched your nipples, his tongue licked your folds, but he stayed still above you. It was otherworldly. It had to be a dream.

Or a nightmare.

“But you won’t have to beg much. I already plan to keep you,” he promised, brushing his thumb along your lips before he forced them open. “And I plan to ruin each of your holes. Your cunt, your ass, your mouth, they’re mine. You’re mine.”

You made a sound of protest around the digit in your mouth when you felt the head of his cock breach your tight hole. He hadn’t prepped you, but your body betrayed you by trying to suck more of him in. Why weren’t you fighting? Why did you want this?

“That’s it, sweetheart. Let your sweet cunt welcome me home where I belong,” he grunted.

I belong to you, Ari.

Before he sheathed you completely, you woke up with a gasp. You gulped as you felt along your body, your heart pounding in your chest as your eyes darted around your dark bedroom. A nervous giggle escaped when you realized you were all alone. No one was in your room and you were okay. A strange man wasn’t about to take advantage of you. It was just a dream.

A vivid, erotic dream.

“Maybe I did drink too much,” you said, reaching for your phone on the nightstand. You frowned when you saw the time.

11:59pm

“What?” you whispered, gripping the device when you watched the time change to 12:00am.

Midnight.

The scared giggled came out again as you set your phone down. “It was just a dream,” you said, your gaze flickering to the closet door where it remained shut.

Just a dream.

That’s what you told yourself when the door handle turned.

Could be a fun world to explore with these two! Love and thanks for reading. ❤️

#navybrat writes #ari levinson x reader #ari levinson x female reader #ari levinson x female!reader #ari levinson x you #ari levinson x y/n #ari levinson #ari levinson imagine #ari levinson fanfiction #ari levinson au #soft!dark ari levinson #chris evans x reader #chris evans x female reader #chris evans x female!reader #chris evans x you #chris evans #stargazingfangirl18

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vesterxd · 3 months

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Orion and The Dark x My Little Pony!

Light - Alicorn

Dark - Alicorn

Sweet Dreams - Alicorn

Insomnia - Changeling

Unexplained Noises - Griffon

Sleep - Unicorn

Quiet - Breezie

#my little pony #my litte pony friendship is magic #mlp #mlp crossover #dreamworks #dreamworks animation #dreamworks orion and the dark #orion and the dark #fanart #digital art #headcanon #crossover

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ilovehimyourhonour · 1 year

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hello! can i request ni-ki with prompts 20 + 35 pls 🥹 thank you!

- 🥟

3.45am

📂 bf! nishimura riki x reader . niki cant sleep without you by his side . niki just being a soft boy :( inspo — prompt 20: trailing their lips softly across their lovers skin. + prompt 35: their lover gets out of bed, they get up and drag them back under the covers .

a/n not as good as I wanted it to be 😭 apologies in advance

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You hadn’t been gone long enough for the sheets next to where Ni-ki laid to loose all there warmth, but he felt as if you’d been gone for hours. He laid half asleep, his hyungs snoring and stirring in their own beds—completely unaware to the state of misery their maknae was in. Perhaps as he balanced between sleep and wake his emotions were having a hard time balancing between logical and extreme. As his heart filled with a unexplainable ache and his eyes began to brim with irrational tears, he decided you had been gone from his side for much too long—and he would be taking it upon himself to bring you back.

He swings his legs over the side of the bed, pushing himself from the mattress—his head knocking against the frame of the bed above him, he muffles his groan with a hand laid over his mouth. He slips his bare feet into his slippers, the soles shuffling against the floors as he trudges from the room. Even this early into the morning the boys are still filling the dorms with their bodily noises, snores and sleep-filled grunts slip into the air—but yet if Ni-ki was any louder with his steps he would have more problems than trying to locate you.

Jungwon smiled softly as he spoke, his gaze lingering on his mug as he glides it from hand to hand at the kitchen table. “You know, I’ve never seen him this happy.” His words are barely above a whisper, he seems shy about his statement. “He broke out into a dance when the boys agreed to let you stay the night,” his voice turns up as he laughs.

“Of course he did,” you mutter softly. “I’m glad I got to stay.”

“Even tho our snores keep you up?”

“I should have known what I was walking into,” Jungwon simply smiles and raises his mug to his lips. “Or maybe Ni-ki should have given me a heads up.” His mug clinks gently against the table. “Thank you, tho.”

“For what?”

“Sitting here with me, talking to me, making me tea.”

Jungwon raises his eyebrows in surprise and he chuckles softly. “You do so much for us, and lately , because of you, Ni-ki hasn’t been such a pain.” Jungwon reaches for your mug, to which you let him take, and then he stands from the table. “When Ni-ki is having a hard day you drop everything for him, but you also drop everything for each one of us. Me making tea and talking to you is the least I could ever do.” A moment passes in the kitchen before anybody speaks, but when somebody does its neither you or Jungwon.

“Come back to bed, I’m tired.”

Both your gazes flicker to the messy-haired, pyjama clad boy standing at the kitchen entrance, a deep frown is plastered across his features—bringing a slight smile to your face.

You tried to fight against Ni-ki as he dragged you from the kitchen, but his grip on your waist was much too strong—leaving you to mutter apologies to Jungwon as you were dragged from the kitchen. The leader only chuckled as he watched you struggle against your boyfriends hold, you knew you weren’t going to escape but it was worth some sort of try.

As Ni-ki opened the door to the room you ceased struggling, not wanting to risk waking up one of the boys—knowing how grouchy they could be. Ni-ki let you go, kicked his slippers off, and crawled into the bed—throwing back the duvet. It wasn’t so much an invitation, more of a command. You oblige and crawl onto the mattress, Ni-ki lets out a satisfied sigh as you lay in the space next to him and brings the duvet over your shoulders, tucking it beneath your chin.

“Comfy?” He whispers, you nod gently. He hums softly as he pulls you closer—if that was even possible, seeing as you both are squeezed into a single bunk. He stares at you with loving eyes, leaning in closer he brings his lips to your cheek—but he doesn’t press a kiss to your skin. He simply glides his lips gently across your skin, trailing them over your jaw—lingering softly on your chin before he continued the trail down the front of your neck. Once he reaches the base he plants a soft kiss atop your collarbones. “Can you stay here?”

Bringing your arms around him and pulling him tight against you is your answer. He sighs happily and nuzzles deeper into your shoulder.

“Why’d you leave me for him?” His voice is barely above a whisper.

You sigh, your fingers running through the hairs along the back of his neck. “I didn’t leave you for him, I had to get a drink and he was already in the kitchen when I got there. Im sorry I was gone so long tho, I didn’t notice.”

“You still love me?”

A bed frame groans as one of the boys shifts. “Can you two shut up?”

#📂 — ilovehimyourhonour #enhypen imagines #enhypen #enha niki #niki imagines #nishimura niki #nishimura riki #enhypen x reader #kpop #kpop bias #kpop boys #kpop enhypen #kpop enha

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dark-and-friends · 3 months

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Unexplained noises confessing to sleep that she has a crush on her

Unexplained Noises: “ You know what, Sleep? I think you are a splendid night entity and I just wanted to say… would you like to be my girlfriend?”

Sleep: *yawn* “I am sorry, I did not catch that last part you said. Could you repeat it?”

Unexplained Noises: “ FORGET I SAID ANYTHING!!!! See you around, Sleep!”

[Don’t worry, they eventually get their feelings across!]

#oatd #orion and the dark #ask #myart #sleep #unexplained noises #unexplained noises x sleep

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unibeartoon · 4 months

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Sleeptalk thingy

#orion and the dark unexplained noises #oatd unexplained noises #orion and the dark sleep #oatd sleep #sleeptalk #oatd sleeptalk #my art #my art lmao #fanart #unexplained noises x sleep

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holylulusworld · 7 months

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Dreams of sharp teeth - Halloween

This story was written for @viking-raider's HALLOWEEN-KINKTOBER CHALLENGE. 🎃

This story was also written for @navybrat817 & @darkficsyouneveraskedfor 𝕹𝖆𝖛𝖞 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕽𝖔𝖔 𝕻𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖊𝖓𝖙: 𝕬𝖑𝖑 𝕳𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜’𝖘 𝕿𝖗𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖘 - I used the following tropes:

An unwanted houseguest

Power outage

A string of unexplained deaths

Summary: People disappear in your sleepy town.

Work Name/Title: Dreams of sharp teeth

Author: Holylulusworld

Fandom: Henry Cavill (MI & Night hunter)

Ship: Werewolf!Walter Marshall x fem!Reader x Werewolf!August Walker

Square filled for @halloweenhorrorbingo: Square 3: Wouldn't even harm a fly.

Kinktober vs Flufftober 2023

Halloween was always special to you. The costumes, carving pumpkins, and watching scary movies with your boyfriend.

Sadly, you are not allowed to leave your house tonight to watch the kids raid candy and have a few drinks with your friends.

A string of unexplained deaths keeps people in your sleepy little town awake. It’s not unusual for people to die or get killed in accidents. But these days, people disappear and never get found.

The few that got found were missing something important. Their hearts. That’s very unusual and concerning. Especially when the worst crime ever happening in your sleepy towns was when a few teenagers stole a car and crashed it.

Your boyfriend is somewhere across the country, and you are alone in the empty house, feeling a little under the weather as you caught a cold from one of the kids at the local library where you’re working at.

It feels like the hours passed by in a blink, and dusk falls soon after you dragged yourself out of bed. You yawn and try to get your legs to obey.

It’s a struggle but you manage to walk inside the kitchen to make some coffee.

You hate the dark liquid, but you are scared to fall asleep since the killings started - like everyone else in town. If only you can stay awake until dawn, the nightmares will go away.

The monotone noise the coffee brewer makes lures you into sleep again. Your eyes feel heavy, and you yawn once again. “I need to stay awake,” you remind yourself as you remember the dream you had last night.

Teeth - sharp and deadly haunt your dreams. And voices. Deep voice luring you in, calling for you in the darkness. They say your name and promise a life beyond your imagination.

Watching the coffee run into the cup you sigh. If only you could sleep for a few hours. It’s all you want and need. Your migraine is getting worse with every hour you force yourself to stay awake and you are so tired it’s painful.

“Just a few more hours,” you take a large sip of the bitter brew. “Hang on, Y/N. The curfew will be over soon. They will hunt the wolves killing the people in town down, and you can go back to your normal life.”

You chuckle as you realize that you tend to talk to yourself lately. With no one around, and no chance to leave the house, you are stuck here with too many thoughts running through your mind.

Maybe watching a movie will take your mind off the current situation in your town. You walk back inside your living room, searching for the remote control to switch the TV on. As you plop down onto the sofa, you groan as your bad knee cracks again.

“You’re getting old, Y/N,” you chuckle to yourself. “That’s payback for all the times you made fun of your mother for complaining about her age, and the little aches and pains that come with it.”

You take another sip of your coffee and switch to another channel. Horror movies are out of the question. The horror you experience in your dreams is enough.

Switching channels, you try to find anything else to watch but a horror movie. You sigh, as you end up watching a talk show.

Between sipping at the unwanted coffee and watching nonsense on TV you try not to fall asleep. Eyes trained on the tv you try to follow the conversation going on between the host and their guests. It’s boring but distracts you from the nightmare you had.

“It’s not that bad,” you lie to yourself while listening to the show. You are about to laugh about something the host said when the TV turns black. “NO!” All the lights go out, and you are sitting in darkness.

Not another power outage. That’s the last thing you need right now. Fear grips your heart hearing noise come from outside your house. You grab your phone and run toward the front door to double-check if you locked it.

It’s locked, and you feel a little safer. Next is the back door, and all the windows. You almost run upstairs to check on your bedroom window, only to find it closed too.

“Y/N, you need to calm down,” you tell yourself once again. It’s hard to remain calm while people in town disappear, and die, though. “Relax. This is only another power outage. Nothing will happen to you.”

It doesn’t matter that your doors are locked. You walk back inside the kitchen and get the biggest knife you own. Your boyfriend will call you paranoid or crazy when he comes back, but you don’t care.

Better safe than sorry.

You walk back upstairs when someone knocks at your door. It’s in the dead of the night, and you don’t want to open the door.

But what if one of your neighbors is in trouble?

Maybe Mrs. Sinclair, a widow who can barely walk. Or Annie, from three houses down, a nurse with a heart of gold. You cannot ignore them, not if someone is in trouble.

Turning back around, the knife still in your hands you silently walk down the stairs. You’re a good neighbor, but you don’t want whoever is standing in front of your door to know that you are at home.

You look through the peephole, frowning because you can’t see shit.

“Hi, miss. I’m Walter from across the street. Your new neighbor. I mean we moved to town some months ago, but I wasn’t around much lately.”

“Walter,” you whisper and try to remember the people who moved into the only vacant house in your neighborhood.

“Walter Marshall, miss. I was checking on the neighbors if anyone needs help,” he says. “I’m with the police.”

“I locked the doors, and my boyfriend is here with me,” you don’t know why you lie to Walter, but you do. “He checks the windows. We are good, really.”

He chuckles darkly, and you step away from the door. “Sweetie, we both know you are all alone. I can hear your heart racing and smell your fear.”

Smell your fear? How’s that even possible?

You only know one thing for sure - that you won’t open the door for him. No matter what. You step backward, almost knocking the small coffee table next to your couch over as he knocks again.

“Sweetie, open the door. It will make things so much easier for you and us.”

“Go away,” you shiver as he knocks again, louder this time. “Please just leave me alone.”

“I can’t,” he almost sounds sorry. “Y/N, you are not having a cold. Didn’t you ask yourself why so many people died after you got scratched by the kid in the library?”

You shake your head. How can he know about the incident and your cold?

“We know because we were there that day,” another voice says. You feel his hands on you, holding your trembling body in a tight grip. His strong arms wrap around your body. “Let us help you before you hurt more people. It’s not your fault. We should’ve been there to guide you through this.”

“August, go easy on her. She doesn’t know,” your eyes widen when the front door opens. You are sure you locked it and now your neighbor invades your home. “Hold her tight, we need to bring her to the basement before the moon rises again. She cannot control her powers yet.”

“What do you want? Let me go! Now,” you grow and snarl in Walter’s direction. You don’t know what’s wrong with you. “I’ll kill you.”

“I know you are confused,” August whispers in your ear. “But you need to listen to us. The kid that bit you wasn’t a normal child. It was our cousin’s boy and a werewolf. He cannot control his instinct.”

“He’s a good boy. Usually, he wouldn't even harm a fly. But the full moon was close, and you tried to take the book out of his hands. We are sorry, but you are one of us now,” Walter steps closer to cup your face. “You need to come with us before you hurt more people.”

“So far, we were able to cover your attacks. If you run around town and attack more people, they will find out about our secret, and we cannot let this happen.”

“I don’t…understand. I was at the library and then I…” you frown. “I lost track of time. My boyfriend…I need to call him. I…”

“Sweetie,” Walter tries to calm you. Your eyes glow, and you snap your teeth in his direction. “This is going to be hard to stomach but...”

August holds you a little tighter before he says, “He was your first victim…”

HAPPY HALLOWEEN! This is the end of this year's kinktober.

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the-whispers-of-death · 5 months

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Shelter Me, Please

Pairing: John Price x GN!Reader Summary: A thunderstorm is starting and Reader needs comfort from the sound of thunder. In their attempt to find shelter from their growing panic, they stumble into a certain captain's office. Word Count: 1,152 words Content: Fluff, Price being so soft he might be a little ooc, desi!Reader, autistic!reader, fear (but not graphic), an alarming amount of petnames (sweetheart & darling). Author's Note: I got up and out of bed while trying to sleep at midnight to write this, because the Price brain rot is real. I love him so much.

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You shuffled inside the base alongside several other soldiers as thunder boomed, your brown skin starting to get wet from the light drizzle that was no doubt about to get heavier. It was the start of one of the rainiest days of the spring in the UK, and you hated it.

The base was abuzz as other soldiers meandered in the hallways, talking with their friends as they contemplated whether or not this thunderstorm would be bad enough that the higher-ups would cancel any upcoming missions until the rain died down. It was all everyone could think about: whether or not their new missions would still continue.

Well, everyone except you.

You couldn’t think about missions or how long you all were practically forced to be inside for. Your thoughts were on the thunderstorm and how you’d have to get to your quarters quickly so you could hunker down in preparation.

It came to no surprise that soldiers had an aversion to thunderstorms, the thunder reminding them of battle. But you? You always had an aversion to it, even before your enlistment in the SAS. You hated the rain with a passion, thunder even more so.

You were always more sensitive to loud noises than your peers, more sensitive to smells and textures too. It was unexplainable, the way some smells made you gag and the way some textures made you recoil with disgust. It took until your enlistment for you to finally be diagnosed with autism, explaining much of your… quirks, as your mother liked to call them.

So yeah, you weren’t very excited at the prospect of the rain and the thunder, you knew yourself well enough to know the sounds of thunder was going to be hellish to weather through.

An extremely loud crack of thunder echoed throughout the base and shook the building, sending you stumbling almost blindingly to the first room you could get to, your intention of heading to your quarters being shattered among your sudden panic and need to hide. You hit your side against the wall as your hands shakily turned the doorknob, opening the door to what you hoped would be salvation.

You were hoping to stumble into a supply closet, somewhere empty and not currently in use. Instead, you embarrassingly stumbled into your captain’s office where Captain John Price of the Task Force 141 was currently sitting at his desk, working.

“Sergeant? What’s going on?” Price’s gruff, but gentle voice soared through the air and into your ears, very briefly soothing your panic until yet another thunder boomed throughout the base.

You whimpered, the panic that came with the thunder and the fact that you’ve secretly had a crush on your captain for quite a few months now, sending you shuffling further into the office. “I’m sorry, Captain. It’s the thunder… I was hoping to go to my quarters, but—” Your words were cut off by another bout of thunder, this one closer now.

Price stood up from his desk and opened his arms when you scrambled towards him, his strong arms wrapping gently around you, cradling your trembling form. “Shh, sweetheart. I’m here, you’re safe,” he murmured, pressing the softest and gentlest kiss to your forehead, the scruff of his beard against your skin a feeling you’ve been longing for, for months now.

“I’m sorry,” you repeated, your heart racing as you grew so flustered from the way you were trembling in his arms and from how much you had yearned to be held by him just like you were being held right now. “I know you didn’t sign up for helping me through this right now.”

“Don’t apologize, darling.” Price’s large, calloused and warm hand reached up to gently card his fingers through your black, curly hair. He leaned down, nuzzling his cheek against the crown of your head. “There’s nowhere else I’d rather be than here, making sure you feel safe. We’re a team, we look out for one another.”

Ah, yes. He was just doing this out of the goodness of his heart, because he thought of you as just a member of his team. It was almost comical how easily you had fallen down the line of thinking he might actually reciprocate your romantic affections.

You nodded your head, burying it into his broad chest. “Right,” you said, your voice slightly muffled. “We’re a team.”

Price frowned and even though you couldn’t see it, you could feel it in the way he tilted his head down at you. “Hey now, what’s up with that tone of voice, sweetheart?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Captain.”

“You sounded dejected, just now,” Price insisted gently but firmly, his blue eyes full of concern as his eyebrows furrowed. He thought for a while before it finally dawned on him. “Oh, darling, I didn’t mean it like that.”

He tilted your head up gently so your brown eyes were now looking into his blue ones. “When I said we’re a team, I didn’t mean to say all we are is just team members.”

Just as you were processing his words, another boom of thunder resounded, making you squeeze against him further. He tightened his hold on you, a soothing rumble emitting from him in an effort to calm you back down.

“I’ve seen the way you look at me, Sergeant. The way your eyes can’t seem to look away from me, the way you hang onto my every word.” He leaned in close, his breath hitting your cheek. He was somehow soothing and alluring all at the same time. “I feel the same way, sweetheart. I can’t get you out of my head and I want to take care of you, love you.”

Price visibly gulped, his Adam’s apple moving up and down as his warm hand rubbed your back in a calming manner. “I’m sorry, this isn’t the appropriate time to confess my feelings, you’re flustered by the thunder. But I couldn’t let you continue thinking I don’t feel the same way.” He pressed another gentle kiss to your forehead.

You were speechless, unable to form a coherent sentence between the sound of the thunder and his confession. But you found yourself clinging onto Price, not wanting to let this shift in the relationship fade away like some dream.

You took a deep breath before saying, “When this thunderstorm is over and we have some free time… Perhaps we should go on a date.”

Price chuckled, his own nervousness melting away. With his arms still wrapped around you, he nodded and moved towards the couch in his office. “Deal, darling.”

He settled onto the couch with you in between in his legs, his warmth seeping into you and making you almost forget the thunderstorm raging outside. “For now, though, let’s just get you through this storm. Don’t worry, I’ll be here beside you the entire time. I’m not leaving.”

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Pietro & Azul

Well, I can't tell you how much fun I had with this 3-word prompt. I had no idea what I wanted to do with it, but once I started, I had a ball! Thanks so much for the request @icecoffee90! 😊

Book: Open Heart (Post Series) Pairing: Tobias Carrick x Casey (F!MC) With: Jakie Varma, ??? Rating: Teen Words: 1,100 Summary: Jackie is housesitting for her friends Casey & Tobias. It's been going well until that terrifying last night. A/N: @choicesjanuary2024 Day 13 - Whispers, Mystery MEET PIETRO!

As she moved gingerly through the darkened room, Jackie was grateful she had spent enough time at her friend’s home to know the layout. With the power out and only semi-sober, getting around would have been a bitch if she hadn’t. Settling into a darkened corner of the living room, she cowered under a blanket with a prized bottle in her hand. Sitting here and emptying it over the course of the night sounded like an excellent plan to her.

A bright bolt of lightning momentarily lit up the room, and she braced for the deafening clap of thunder she knew would follow. What the hell, a fifth shot sounds good? She thought as she raised the glass to her lips.

“This is the last time I ever housesit for these fuckers!”

A crashing noise echoed down the long stairway, and she dropped her head into her hands. Jackie Varma did not scare easily! She reminded herself of that repeatedly. She was badass! A power outage? A little storm? Sure, that might cripple wusses like, like... Lahela, but her? Pfft. Never her!

But one more unexplainable noise pushed her directly over the edge. What the fuck was that?

This was supernatural. She was convinced of it, and while there was precious little that would flap the resolute doctor, the supernatural? She wasn’t messing with that. Getting drunk and falling asleep had its merits, but then she rethought that choice. What if the ghost upstairs sniffed her out and found her sleeping? Ghosts do sniff? Don’t they. She had to try and stay awake. But the creak of an opening door sent shivers down her spine. It wasn’t upstairs this time; it was just across the room.

Son of a bitch! This is how I die? She thought. But if she was going to die, it wouldn’t be without a fight. She grabbed the bottle of tequila, then thought better of it. Even if these were her last moments, she was not about to waste this precious elixir, so she grabbed a vase from the table beside her instead. She rose to her feet and lurched toward the sound, working up a bravery she didn’t know she possessed. Then, just as she lifted the vase over her head, the light flashed on, and a horrified Tobias screamed, raising his arm to protect himself. The vase stopped just inches away from his skull.

“Jesus H. Christ, Varma! What the hell are you doing! And why are you sitting here in the dark?”

“Because the power went out, genius! Do you think I want to sit in the dark in your stupid house!”

With a blank expression, Tobias kept his eyes on hers as he flipped the light switch on, off, and then on again.

“You were saying?”

“But wait...no,” she exasperated. “I swear I...” She ran to the opposite end of the room and attempted to turn on a lamp, relieved when it did not. “I know I’m not crazy! I was sitting here, and the power went out!”

“It looks more like you blew a fuse.”

“Whatever! Why are you home early, anyway. You’re not due back until tomorrow! And where is Casey and Sam?”

“Casey and Sam will be home tomorrow; I returned early because...”

“Good!” Jackie interrupted. “I don’t know what kind of a man lets his wife and daughter live in a place like this anyway!”

He looked around the spacious, well-appointed townhome, bewildered. “Uh, it’s a pretty nice place? Casey rather likes it?”

“It’s HAUNTED!”

“Haunted?”

“HAUNTED!”

Tobias smirked as a little snort escaped him. He eyed the discarded tequila bottle in the corner of the room.

“You were hitting my stash of Azul again, weren’t you? Do I need to lock that up when you come over? Or... maybe get one of those things like we have for the cat – you know, a bottle that dispenses a preset amount every hour? Keep you under control?”

“I’m not drunk,” she said, punching his arm. “But your house is haunted. There have been noises coming from upstairs all night!”

Tobias tossed his keys on the side table with a sigh. “I doubt it’s haunted. Why don’t we go upstairs and see what’s going on?”

“Oh, you’re not getting me to go up there. I’ll stay down here so I can help Casey move on to someone better than you after the ghost murders your ass.”

“This isn’t how I’m going out, Jackie. But suit yourself... stay down here alone if you like.”

Alone. Right now, the thought frightened her much more than she cared to admit, so with the vase back in her hands, she followed closely behind Tobias as they crept up the stairs.

“You know that’s an heirloom, right?” He whispered. “FDR gifted it to my great-grandfather. It’s got its own rider on my home insurance. Could you have chosen a less expensive item for a weapon?”

“Yet you leave it on a table, in your living room, with a toddler and a cat in the house. I’m not the stupid one here, Carrick.”

He was about to answer when a blood-curdling scream stopped them both cold.

“You see!” Jackie said, pounding on his back, “You see! Your place is fucking haunted!”

He didn’t want to admit it, much less show it, but he was scared for a moment; then, with a tilt of his head and a little laugh, he nudged Jackie forward.

“Come here.” He opened his study door to reveal a large TV tuned into The Conjuring. “I think this might be the issue,” he said sarcastically.

“But wait! What? I did not turn this on! No!! No!! It’s a ghost! You still have a ghost! You have a freaking ghost in this house that put this on to scare the shit out of me!

“Really?” he scoffed, gesturing toward the plush sette where the family cat was reclined comfortably, with the remote control locked under his hind paw. Tobias lifted him up, rubbing the tuft of fur atop its head. “I think your ghost's name is Pietro. But I don’t think he had malicious intent.”

Tobias had to bite his lip to hold back his laughter as Jackie’s face went from shock to rage. Shooting a terrifying look at poor Pietro, Jackie snapped. “I always liked dogs better!”

“So, given this discovery, is it all right if I allow my wife and daughter to come back home tomorrow?”

“Shut up!” Jackie spat, stomping out of the room. “I’m going downstairs.”

“What for?”

“I’m getting a bottle of Azul to go! Two, in fact. You and that cat, you owe me!”

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jjkeverlast · 2 years

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bloodline | jjk #2

-> pairing fuckboy!jk x fuckgirl!f.reader

-> genres/aus slow burn, friends with benefits au, smut, humor, angst and college au

-> summary a relationship was the last thing you wanted, but having wild and experimenting sex? now that was something, and jeon jungkook is there to give you simply that. as long as either catch feelings... but that won't be hard for you knowing you'd never go for a guy like jungkook, although jungkook might have another opinion about you. let the (fun) begin!

-> warnings secret piercings 👀, needy!jk, slightly sub!jk, oral (m. receiving), mentions about anal play such as rimjobs and a bit of angst in the end? (kinda but not really lol)

-> word count 2.3k

-> author's note hiiii!!!! here it is, ugh okay, i have A LOT planned for these two so do not worry if there's still a lot to unpack. we're slowly getting there with time ;)) if there's anything i forgot to add in warnings, please let me know!!! and sorry if there's a few mistakes around... it's currently 3 AM and i need to sleep lol.

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''Are you fucking kidding me?'' You whisper yell to Jeon Jungkook, standing in your doorway at way past midnight. He's trying to get on your bad side at this instant and it's working, you're absolutely furious over his surprise.

''Missed me?'' He'ssmirking and that's when you notice the shiny lip ring hanging in the corner of his lip.

Jungkook must've noticed your gaze directed to his lips rather than his eyes. ''Oh, yeah, shit. Um– got it a few days ago with Jimin.’’ He’s mumbling all sorts of nonsense, because your eyes haven’t moved from the shiny silver piercing and Jungkook can feel himself grow rather timid under your stare.

You push away the thought of Jungkook’s lip piercing and the curiosity regarding if you’d be able to feel it when he goes down on you. You’re still angry. Even though his eyes keep themselves fixated onto you, a devilish smirk about to appear in the corner of his lips, you’re angry, very fucking angry.

‘’What the fuck are you doing here?’’

‘’You owe me a blowjob, remember?’’ Right. Of course he has to bring you back to last week, when you promised to suck him off when he sobers up. Jungkook was actually the one who changed the plans, not you. With his endless grinding and teasing, edging you in your own bed. Then he, like any other fuckboy, had to give you once again a taste as to why he’ll be one of the best in bed for you. If you had to be completely honest with yourself, you had trouble concentrating in class — your mind redirecting back to you riding Jungkook’s face like there’s no tomorrow.

Looking back to the unholy events, you feel yourself heat up by the thought and it’s not helping when some of it is caused by the fuckboy in front of you.

‘’Come on pretty girl.’’ He pulls you by the waist, his forehead leaning against yours and right when he’s about to linger his lips over yours, a noise erupts by the kitchen. Shit. Cho-Hee is awake.

Out of instinct, you pull your hand quickly over Jungkook’s mouth, scared he’ll say something else and catch the both of you. It’s not that Cho-Hee will get pissed if she sees you once again with Jungkook, it’s you. You don’t want to be seen with him, despite it only being sex. Because him dropping by your place for a blowjob is unexplainable to your roommate who’s been with the same guy for three years. It’s just best if it stays on the low for now. If anyone gets involved, it’ll create complications between you and Jungkook. Words always get to people somehow, and Jeon Jungkook seems to be one of them.

He accepts your hand rather quickly, letting it rest above his lips, his eyes never moving from yours. You’re both standing still, the noises of someone rummaging through drawers the only thing being heard. With luck, you hear a door close and you figure it was Cho-Hee retrieving back to her room.

You feel Jungkook’s smile moving beneath your palm, as if he knows you’ll drag him inside and do what you promised a week ago. Maybe you will, but not like he’s currently thinking at this moment.

No words from you, only a pull to his shirt as you guide him to your room. When you close the door, Jungkook is standing by the edge of your bed, the devious smile never fading from his lips.

You walk over slowly, meeting his eyes once again up close. Your bedside lamp is still on, making Jungkook’s skin glow by the shade covering the room. You’re not going to let him get this so easily, not after the stunt he just pulled in the middle of the night.

You decide to trail your fingers around, starting by his jawline, tracing the outlines carefully to his soft lips and you hear a small hiss from Jungkook by your delicate touch. His mouth is parted, surprised by your pace. Your hand reaches his neck, exploring the details by his Adam's apple and the way it bops once when the tip of your finger rests above it. You’re tempting him. The way his palms tighten to a fist to stop himself from touching you, causes a smile to your face.

‘’Take off your shirt.’’ Jungkook doesn’t waste any seconds, pulling the black long sleeve at a fast pace, revealing his skin and tattoo sleeve. But that’s not what surprises you.

‘’A nipple piercing?’’ You tried to keep your composure, not dropping the teasing act you’re currently achieving well – due to Jungkook’s reactions, but this… he’s really out here killing you.

‘’The piercer recommended it.’’ You continue to study the piercing, realizing it’s straight barbells and you’d love to give a personal thanks to the person who threw this idea at Jungkook. It was definitely the right move.

‘’Looks like someone loves it.’’ You forgot for a moment how much of an ego he carries and your gaze resting long enough on the piercing betrayed you. Your silent treatment to his comment, proving you indeed do love it.

Your mouth starts to play a part, starting by his neck — his absolute weakness. He sighs in satisfaction over the warm feeling your tongue gives him. While your mouth solely focuses on that, your fingers rake through the hair by the nape of Jungkook’s neck, fiddling with his soft hair.

Jungkook surprises you, grabbing you harshly by the waist, his fingers digging into your skin. You moan against his neck, feeling yourself grow hot over him.

‘’Be patient.’’ You tell him, biting down on his earlobe in the process, his head throwing itself back by your sudden action.

It isn’t new that you drive Jungkook absolutely insane. He’s told you over and over again how much you make his head spin, due to you always testing and teasing the shit out of him.

Jungkook has always been a fuckboy, ever since high school he saw truly no point in having a relationship. That statement might’ve come highly from his ex-girlfriend who shattered him. But no one knew that, nor did you. Jungkook was always closed off, the only details he’d share was his sexual experiences regarding girls to his friends, to keep his upright status. There’s much more to it, and Jungkook will make sure no one ends up under him again. He’ll ignore the butterflies in his stomach whenever you smile at him. He’ll ignore whenever he pictures you, while someone else is riding him. He can do that and he will.

Jungkook decides to loosen his grip on you, and as soon as he does you move further down. Your mouth and tongue never stop touching his neck, pecs and abs until you’ve sunk down to your knees. If only you could see how pretty you looked, on his knees for him.

You continue to place wet open mouthed kisses on Jungkook’s abdomen, gripping harshly onto his thighs covered by his sweats material. With a look upwards, both of your hands find comfort on the waist band, toying with the string. You’re not letting him get your mouth so easily.

‘’You’re deadly. Did you know that?’’ His tongue pokes under his cheek when you find yourself shrugging at his comment. Your focus returns to his bulge seeping through the material, ready to be touched. You pull them down in one go, leaving the boxers on. It doesn’t even take you a second to notice how hard he is. There’s even a wet patch, indicating you’ve already gotten him so worked up, his pre-cum couldn’t help but show.

Feeling somewhat kind for once, you grab ahold of his cock, feeling it through the cotton material.

‘’Fuck—’’ Jungkook sounds relieved, pleased even.

‘’Keep it down if you don’t wanna get caught again.’’ He nods at your words, saving you both from another embarrassment involving Cho-Hee. Although this time it might not only be her.

After taking notice of him obeying, you proceed. Your mouth returns to kissing him by the waist, while your hand palms him at a slow pace. Jungkook’s letting out a few pants, desperately trying to keep quiet and being good for you if he wants your mouth later.

Even though you’re the one on your knees, you have full control of the situation. You don’t ever stop teasing Jungkook. It’s what you do best after all.

The magic word manages to slip out from Jungkook’s lips. ‘’Please.’’ You look up, his gaze already watching you. His pupils dilated, mouth slightly parted and his dark hair hanging down. He’s about to lose it.

You remain in eye contact with him, finally pulling the last piece of clothing down to his feet. As soon as his cock springs free, you want nothing more than to just have it down your throat in an instant. But that’s not what you do.

You wet your lips, kissing his thighs and inching closer to where his cock stands upright. Jungkook doesn’t stop you, he secretly loves the temptation and edging feelings he gains from you.

Then you close your eyes, enjoyment overtaking you when you finally trace your tongue from the base and up towards his tip. It’s a slow and wet lick from your part, but Jungkook’s choked out moan proves it to be much more powerful than you imagined. You maintain the ministrations, his cock almost covered with your spit and his skin feels soft against your mouth. With a quick movement, you grab a hold of the base, your mouth moving towards his balls. You give them the same attention you’ve given to his length all while stroking him slowly. The wet sounds erupt due to your actions never stopping.

You’re so focused on making him wet with your mouth that you barely notice how uneven Jungkook’s breathing has turned. He’s even decided on closing his eyes, the sight of your tongue poking out and licking him becoming too much.

Jungkook has never bitten so strongly down on his lip to prevent a moan before when your mouth covered his tip. You feel so warm, so wet.

‘’Shit, you drive me so fucking crazy.’’ His tattooed hand meets your cheek, caressing it softly as he watches you take more of him. He feels the curve of your lips wrapped around him, imagining how your pussy wraps around it when he’s inside of you.

You drop the teasing act, focusing only on making Jungkook finish by the cause of your mouth only. Jungkook’s hand is still resting on your cheek as you hollow your cheeks, taking him deeper in and engulfing him with the warmth from your mouth. The golden glow from your bedroom light leaves you glowing in front of Jungkook and you’ve never looked prettier. He can’t believe he finds you pretty when your mouth is stuffed with his cock, but you do. Jungkook finds it best to close his eyes for now, ignoring the goosebumps that rose on his skin by his thought.

Your chin is covered in saliva, sloppily fiddling your tongue around the tip before going back to sucking on his length in repetition. Jungkook’s cock twitches, signaling he’s close to release but you’d love to edge him just a bit longer. Your mouth travels further down, giving attention to his balls by massaging them. You’ve always loved to explore, that’s what sex with Jungkook makes things so great. Both parties are open to anything. Curiosity seeps through you when you’ve reached his perineum. Pushing your head further down, you stop your bubbling interest when you slowly lick it. Just once.

‘’Ah fuck—’’ Jungkook moans like you’ve never heard before. It’s whiny. You know Jungkook’s aware of where you’ve touched him, but you’re unsure if he wants you to continue further down or to stop. Subjects like rimjobs or any form of anal play towards men is vaguely spoken about. For Jungkook, you’d need to have a sit down with him. He might be an experienced fuckboy, but maybe he’s always been in control and therefore never opened his mind to more than just the usual. You decide to play on the safe side, focusing entirely on his cock. With your quick pace, Jungkook twitches once again, telling you he’s soon at his limit.

His hand never leaves your cheek, bringing a form of comfort to the situation even though it’s odd when it’s a sexual experience. Yet you accept it, letting it roam on your soft cheek.

A tight grip from Jungkook’s part and a sharp hiss is the last thing that happens before he dissolves into pleasure and fills you up with everything he has.

‘’That… that was—’’ His skin is glistening with small beads of sweat, panting a bit due to overstimulation caused by your mouth only. By the look of Jungkook’s eyes you can tell he’s not done with you, but you are with him.

‘’Good. You should leave.’’ You pick up his black sleeve, laying around in your room to push him more forward the exit.

‘’What? We were just getting started.’’ Jungkook’s brows are furrowed, a tint of sadness coating his eyes by your sudden urge to kick him out.

‘’You got what you wanted.’’ You’re smiling despite the discomfort that covers your bedroom, the glow from the light losing its touch. It feels suddenly cold in the room as well when Jungkook rushes to put his clothes back on while you stare at him in uneasiness.

You don’t understand why he needs to give you anything when he comes for one thing. He seemed to really be settled onto a blowjob and that was it. Thankfully you accepted and now he’s pissed? Even after he got what he wanted?

‘’Jungkook, you got what you wanted.’’

‘’Forget it. Talk soon.’’ He walks silently out of your bedroom, the room squeezing itself tight around your form. You feel uneasy, but you can’t exactly pinpoint what.

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