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Don't Go Blindly Into the Dark
Summary:
To hide that he can't read, Jan Van Eck has been forcing his son to pretend he's blind since he was eight years old. Wylan is now attending Ketterdam University, and meeting Jesper Fahey may very well be about to change his life. But is he safe to tell Jesper the truth? And what will Jesper say if he does?
Jesper is struggling to weigh up his life in the Barrel and his life at the University of Ketterdam, and there's a good chance that his growing debt is about to make the decision for him. He hasn't attended class consecutively for months, but maybe that will change when his newest project includes partnering up with Wylan Van Eck. But can he really leave the Barrel behind him? And how long can he keep up the pretence of who he thinks Wylan wants him to be?
Content warnings for this chapter: weapons, implied ptsd references, gambling addiction
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AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55445686/chapters/140819224
Chapter 4 - Jesper
By the time Jesper woke up, he was supposed to already be in the library. Shit. Shit shit shit. He fumbled his way into his coat and hurried out of his dorm, arriving just in time to see his new Business and Markets partner walking back out of the building. Shit shit shit.
“Excuse me,” he’d said, hurrying to catch up with the boy yesterday.
He’d turned to face him slowly.
“Hi. Are you…” Jesper surveyed the piece of paper in his hand, as if he didn’t know exactly what it said and exactly who he was talking to, “Wylan Van Eck?”
Wylan raised an eyebrow, tapping his slender cane pointedly against the floorboards. Up close Jesper could see that the kid’s eyes were slightly clouded over, softening the edges of what otherwise would have been a startling blue, but there was no sign of whatever accident might have caused him to lose his sight - except maybe a small, slender scar above his right cheekbone. But unless a good deal of it had faded since he was a child, the scar didn’t cross either of his eyes.
As soon as the note had shown up at his dorm this morning, stating his new partner for Business and Markets was none other than the merchling he’d seen leaving the office yesterday, the reason the dean had put them together was glaringly obvious: Jesper would have to take responsibility for writing the project, so he would be forced to do the work himself instead of letting Helena Dentte gift-wrap him a decent grade. Not that a single decent grade would’ve let him escape from the approaching surety that he was going to flunk out and end up wandering aimlessly around the Barrel until - until what? Until he ended up dead in a ditch somewhere?
“You already know that,” said Wylan, folding his arms.
“Alright, yeah, I already know that. I’m Jesper Fahey, I’m in your class; Economic Principles for-”
“For Business and Markets, right,” he nodded, “We’re being reassigned as partners?”
“Yeah,”
There was a pause.
“Do you, erm, want to meet some time to get started, or…?”
Jesper wasn’t really sure where that ‘or’ was going.
“I have to get home pretty quickly after class,” Wylan swallowed, “My father worries. But I could meet you in the library tomorrow morning?”
Jesper nodded, then caught himself and said:
“Yeah, that sounds good. Say ten bells?”
“Ten bells,”
To be entirely honest, he hadn’t been thrilled to see Wylan Van Eck’s name on the note he was currently distractedly crumpling between his fingers. The chances of him being more likely to pay for a grade than work for it were too high, and if Jesper was going to be stuck doing all the work alone then this plan of the dean’s was going to crash and burn about twenty times faster than it was already likely to. But at least he seemed prepared to start the project - Jesper couldn’t actually remember what the project was, so he’d have to hunt through the piles of abandoned papers in his room later to try and find the original assignment. But he’d had things to attend to first, and judging by this morning he’d apparently let them get out of hand. At least he woke up on campus though.
“Wylan!” he called, rushing up to the boy as he reached the base of the stone stairs, one hand on the railing and the other using his cane to find the edge of each step, “Hey, sorry, it’s Jesper. I’m so sorry-”
“Oh, so you decided to grace me with your presence?” Wylan snapped, turning to face him.
Jesper was taken slightly by surprise.
“Really,” he said, “I’m sorry, I just-”
“Showed up horrendously late,”
“Hey, look kid,” Jesper snapped, because it only took about three seconds for him to get defensive, “I’m trying to apologise to you here-”
“Don’t call me kid,” said Wylan, turning away, “If you want to try showing up tomorrow, I’ll be here from eight,”
Jesper was too taken aback to reply, and for a moment he just stood at the base of the stairs, watching Wylan walk away. He sighed - what time was it? He pulled the timepiece from his pocket and discovered he was over two hours late. Okay, maybe Wylan was right to be a little annoyed. More than a little annoyed.
Twelve bells. He could go to the library alone, to study for a while. He could go and find that assignment, so he knew what he was actually doing when he met Wylan tomorrow. There were a thousand things he could have done.
He walked back to the Barrel, wondering vaguely what Wylan Van Eck was doing at the library from eight in the morning. It was a rare thing for Jepser to see eight in the morning. Jesper didn't want to cross paths with Wylan again until tomorrow; it was impossible to avoid the Geldcanal on the way back to the Staves but Wylan had gone North so Jesper moved South and crossed into East Stave not far from the Slat.
When he’d arrived last night it had been about eight bells, leaving Jesper just enough time to change out of his ugly brown coat before he got to the Crow Club, and he’d found Nina on the doorstep of the Slat. It had taken him by surprise - she didn’t come this way much. Kaz had branded her a snob for it, but they all knew Nina was only here to find a means to an end. Jesper didn’t know the full story, but her beau was stuck in Hellgate on some false charges - at least she was claiming they were false, anyway - and she was making very slow progress through the living nightmare that was Kerch’s legal system in an attempt to win his freedom. But she wasn’t here tonight, and as Jesper wandered past and up towards the Crow Club he wondered what she’d been up to last night. He hadn’t seen Kaz, in the end, except very briefly when he crossed through the Club and gave Jesper nothing more than a sidewards glance, but he had seen Inej.
When Kaz walked through, Jesper was briefly overcome with the need to go and apologise to him. But that was the stupid in him; the part of him that imagined Kaz would forgive him and move on as though this weren’t the fifteen hundredth time he’d brought trouble to his door. He had to wonder why he kept him around, but the answer came pretty easily: he was a good shot, and they both knew he would stay no matter what Kaz said because he had nowhere else to go. So he didn’t make eye contact with Kaz, and instead turned his attention back to his hand of cards and the group of pigeons ready to pour their hard-earned cash into the Dregs’ coffers. It had been a couple of hours later when Inej appeared from nowhere and tapped him on the shoulder.
“Saints -” Jesper jumped, “you have got to stop doing that,”
“Not likely,” she said, “I might need you, I’m going to West Stave,”
Jesper frowned.
“You are?”
“Nina needs me for something, didn’t say what in the message. I just - well, I don’t know what she wants. She said she’d meet me at Goedmed bridge,”
“Okay,” Jesper paused, “What do you need me for? I’m supposed to be here all night,”
“Kaz knows,”
Jesper fidgeted with one of his rings for a moment, then nodded. He kept up a steady stream of chatter as they walked to West Stave, because he knew Inej would find it easier than the quiet.
“And you’re joining me at university this week then?” he asked, when he was finally starting to run out of topics.
“In three days, if all goes to plan. I don’t really know what the plan is, but…”
“Let’s face it,” Jesper sighed, “even when he tells us, we never actually know the plan. I’ll never know how he does it,”
“I think it’s called running on up to sixty percent dumb luck,” said Inej, as Goedmed bridge and the silhouette of Nina Zenik came into view ahead of them.
As they approached Jesper realised the strange thing: Nina was wearing her kefta. Of course he knew she wore one at the White Rose, he’d been enough times when jobs went wrong and either he or a compatriot needed Healing, but he also knew she never wore it outside of the building. It just wasn’t safe to wander the streets so brazenly proclaiming you were Grisha like that. He fidgeted, finally falling quiet, and he felt Inej’s eyes flicking over him. Did she know? Had Kaz told her?
“Sorry,” said Nina, looking at Inej as they met on the bridge, “I know the note was vague, I wasn’t sure how much I could really say,”
“What’s going on?”
She played with the sleeve of her kefta.
“I’ve got a job, I don’t… I don’t know exactly what it’s going to look like, and I don’t like going out in this thing. I was just going to ask if you could tail me?”
Inej nodded, slowly.
“Where’s the job?”
“The Geldstraat,”
Jesper raised an eyebrow.
“What are you doing on the Geldstraat?”
“I have absolutely no idea. Something a Merchant Council member didn’t want to touch the White Rose for,”
“So literally anything?” offered Jesper.
Nina made a face that said ‘yeah, pretty much’. Inej rested her fingers on the knife handle in her belt - the one with the roses on, Jesper couldn’t remember which Saint she’d named after. He was distracted, because he’d noticed that she laid her hands on it or any of her other knives the same way he did his guns. She was on edge.
Now, as Jesper reached the Crow Club and the sun remained obstinately hidden behind a cloud, the building was about as quiet as he had seen it all month. He fought a yawn as he wandered in, surveying the several empty tables, but before he had a chance to take a seat at one of them games that was actually in progress Kaz had appeared ahead of him.
“I need you at Fifth Harbour,”
“Well, good morning to you too,”
Kaz didn’t look amused.
“Fifth Harbour. We’re quiet,”
“It’s always quiet at this time,”
“It’s too quiet. Go,”
Jesper went. And as much as he might have wanted - needed - to do otherwise, he took himself back to the University District that evening and he went to the library the next morning. He didn’t go at eight, because that was just ridiculous, but he managed to make it for nina bells half chime and he didn’t think that was bad at all. He found Wylan sitting alone at one of the tables, apparently not doing anything.
“Hey, kid, it’s me - Jesper,”
“I’m not a kid,” Wylan snapped, turning towards Jesper’s voice.
“Sure,” Jesper sat down opposite him, “You’re an elder statesman,”
Wylan ignored him. They started work, evidently both half-heartedly, and at some point Wylan muttered:
“I hate economics,”
Jesper snorted.
“Same. What a perfect partnership,” he plunked his fountain pen onto his desk, “Why do you even have to take this class then? Don’t you inherit Daddy’s business either way, merchling?”
Wylan grimaced.
“That’s even worse than kid. And no, I don’t,”
“What do you mean you don’t?”
“How am I supposed to run a business, Jepser?” he shook his head, “My stepmother’s kid’ll take it,”
There was no spite or jealousy in his tone, and yet there seemed something profoundly melancholic about every word he spoke. Jesper wasn’t sure why being blind meant you couldn’t run a business, so he said so, and Wylan just scoffed.
“I’m just saying,” said Jesper, “if they think there’s any hope of teaching me how to run a business they must know how to teach you to run one. And anyway, if you hate economics and you’re not even gonna run the business, what are you doing in this class?”
Wylan shrugged.
“It was the only thing that would make my father agree to let me come to the University,” he said, “One business class. Just in case,”
“Just in case of what?”
Wylan either didn’t hear that question or just ignored him, but Jesper was pretty sure it was the latter based on the blush that gathered in his cheeks.
“Why are you here, if you hate it so much?”
“To find my entrepreneurial spirit, of course,”
Wylan raised his eyebrows, his scar shimmering ever so slightly in the sunlight coming through the window.
“And what’s your grand business idea, then?”
Jesper grinned.
“I’m thinking of providing a service for rich kids who want to make their parents mad,”
“I’d roll my eyes, but that would probably be quite fruitful,”
Jesper barked a laugh.
“And that’s without even knowing how cute I am,” he teased, “Trust me, if you knew what I looked like you’d know I’m gonna charge a pretty steep fee,”
“Is that so?”
“Sure is. What do you think merchling? You could be my first client,”
Wylan did roll his eyes then, and Jesper watched the blue move beneath the slightly cloudy film.
“I think you need to stop calling me merchling,”
“I’m afraid that would come with a price tag attached,”
“Are you flirting, or just broke?”
Jepser laughed again.
“Oh, it’s almost definitely both,”
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i forgot to do my unemployment era queer book recommendations for march because tbh i didn't really read anything worth recommending however the question is. do i keep up with the monthly book recommendations even though YA GIRL HAS A JOB NOW!!
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OK, I NEED SO BAD Adam,Alastor and Husk smut hc's with a hypersexual fem!Reader 😭. Maybe after both finished a round (One of all they had lol), a few seconds pass and she says smiling "can we do it again?" But they have already crossed their own limit.
Sorry for my Bad English 😿
BAHAHA I LOVE THIS IDEA
i had to do a little research on being hypersexual to make sure i was doing this right but if i got anything wrong/inaccurate please let me know!!
cw: smut, reader gets eaten out, reference to rough sex?
alastor —
■ looks im imagining this to be so funny cause alastor is big on rough sex so like moments after fucking you senseless only for you to be like "again? :D" REALLY MESSES WITH HIM
■ like especially cause he feels spent, like he put a lot of effort in there and like??? you're just straight back to normal?? you want more??? how?
■ i think if he's completely spent he'll summon his like shadow self and then it becomes a mental thing
■ cause he's still controlling that but he's not having to do the physical work
■ but otherwise i think he'd probably have a toy for after in the future
■ hear me out but like he's JUST filled you up with his cum and hes immediately pushing a vibrator into you that's on max, making sure you stay all marked up and too stupid to beg for more
■ he'd adjust just fine
adam —
■ this is even more funny to me cause like he's 100% the type to slump over on you after hes cum, still sheathed in you.
■ he seems the type to want multiple rounds so let's say this is like round 3 just finished
■ so when you're like "again please?" literally less than a minute later his eyes snap open
■ like, he knows women typically come back faster than men from this shit but like he's pretty certain he's gonna start shooting blanks if he goes any more
■ there's a beat of silence before he's like "are you fucking serious" and you pout a little, assuming he's making fun of you
■ but like it's adam, this man LOVES sex so the fact you're like so down all the time is great
■ i dont see him being the type to have toys for you (he definitely owns one of those men's masturbaters tho) so he'd find other solutions
■ it's 50/50 he either has you cock warm him until he's ready to go again or he's eating you out like there's no tomorrow
husk —
■ okay he'd be so confused
■ he's a 1 round kind of man but like, he's barely even pulled out and you're like "can we do it again?" with a smile
■ and he's shocked to hear you mean like, right now
■ he'd adjust fine to it though
■ again, don't think he'd have toys but he's cool to go down on you
■ his favorite is rubbing your clit though, just his fingers
■ maybe he'd eventually get a little vibrator or something for you
■ just wanting to make sure you're happy <3
■ i think husk would be the only one to really ask questions abt it, yknow kinda figure out your preferences and stuff
■ he knows he doesn't work the same so he wants to make sure he's treating you well
■ but if you let him eat you out it's like a perfect wind down activity he definitely gets sucked into
■ eyes closed, going to town in making you moan and quiver. like he'd get soo pussy drunk
■ and he's ripping orgasms out of you with no problem, you'll probably have to tell him to stop.
long story short, all 3 absolutely love the fact you're hypersexual and they embrace it :)
#alastor smut#hazbin hotel#alastor#hazbin hotel smut#hazbin hotel x reader#alastor x reader#hazbin husk#hazbin hotel husk#husk smut#husk x reader#adam smut#hazbin adam#hazbin hotel adam#adam x reader#husker hazbin hotel
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✩ 𝗞𝗶𝗺 𝗛𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗷𝗼𝗼𝗻𝗴 (𝐟𝐭. 𝗣𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝗦𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗵𝘄𝗮) ✩
𝖯𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀: Kim Hongjoong x fem! reader x Ex bf! Park Seonghwa
𝗚𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗿𝗲: Smut
𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 3.1k
𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: Threesome, unprotected sex (don't do it), jealousy, oral sex, eating cum, creampies. (I apologize if I forgot something)
𝗦𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀: Hongjoong had a little surprise for you to enjoy the night, but you never expected it to include your ex-boyfriend.
N/A: First, I'm glad that this writing is the first fic of the year.
Second, I can't stop watching the MV that these two released, so boom! I didn't sleep for two days thinking about this jsjsjs but I hope you like it <3
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This content NOT is for minors!!!
This is merely entertainment, this does not represent any real person.
It is forbidden to copy or translate my work.
English NO is my first language.
You had been dating Hongjoong for a while now, but it wasn't anything formal, you liked hanging out with him when you had nothing to do, he fulfilled your every whim without asking for anything in return, and the sex with him was fantastic. You felt comfortable without commitments, anyway you weren't looking for something serious with someone after the damage your ex left behind.
"You are busy? Are you busy?" You sighed looking at the mess in the kitchen and grabbed your phone before answering Hongjoong.
“No, actually I'm finishing eating but…”
“It tasted horrible?” A moan confirming his suspicions caused his laughter to be heard over the speaker. “Do you want to come?”
“I don't know, I have some things to do tomorrow and…”
“Please” think for a moment and before saying anything continue
“Maybe we can enjoy dessert.”
You laughed a little because you knew what it meant but you were tired, maybe you deserved a break.
“But come for me.”
"Deal "
After almost an hour (enough time to clean up the mess in the kitchen and put on anything) Hongjoong was outside leaning against his car smoking a cigarette. When you approached him he smiled giving you a quick look up and down and you couldn't help but feel nervous.
“As beautiful as ever,” you rolled your eyes, snatching the cigarette from his fingers before taking a drag and smiling.
" you're a liar"
“Give me a kiss” You hit him in the chest and he took your hand, cornering you between the car and his body “just one.”
“It's never just one with you” he raised his shoulders smiling and you sighed before looking around and joining your lips in a quick kiss, but Hongjoong slid his hands along your waist until he reached your butt and squeezed it “Stop it, someone might see us.”
Hongjoong laughed and opened the door for you, he waited for you to get in before doing the same and starting the car. The whole way he was giving you looks and letting his hand rest on your thigh, caressing your skin a little, but it only made your body start to light a small flame inside you.
“Do you remember what you said the other day?”
"No"
“When were we in bed?”
“Joong says a lot of things and I forget half of them” actually you did remember, although you didn't know what he was referring to, you had said a couple of frustrated fantasies, but you were pretending not to, it was very embarrassing to accept it now that you were sane.
“Well, I have a surprise for you.”
“You know I don't like surprises,” you replied, crossing your arms when he turned off the car engine. Hongjoong turned to look at you and took your face in his hands.
“You might like this one” his words made you nervous but at the same time curiosity took over you.
Hongjoong was a person who liked to experiment, he was not closed to any idea and had even fulfilled a couple of your fantasies, he had taught you a few things that you didn't know you might like and you were eager to know what he had in store for you.
When they arrived at the apartment it seemed strange to you that the lights were on, but you didn't say anything and before you could question it he covered your eyes with his hands and placed a kiss on your neck.
“Don't do that… I can't see” you tried to remove his hands but his breath made your skin crawl, leaving you still.
“Shhh… let me guide you precious”
Your senses were turned off when he placed his lips on your neck and his tongue ran a path to your shoulder while he made you walk slowly forward. You let out a low moan as you felt his teeth dig into your skin.
"Are you ready?"
“No,” Hongjoong’s laughter echoed in your head and nerves tickled your entire body. Hongjoong's hands slowly discovered your eyes and as your vision adapted to the light again you could notice a strange figure in the place.
When you were finally able to see what it was, you froze. Of all the things you thought Hongjoong had prepared, you never imagined seeing your ex-boyfriend sitting calmly with a smile on his face. No, this had to be a fucking joke. You rubbed your eyes thinking you were hallucinating but he was still there.
“Seonghwa?”
“Hi doll,” your ex responded, widening his smile even more.
“What the fuck are you doing here?”
"What is this? they know each other?" Hongjoong asked confused.
“No” you responded.
“Yes” Seonghwa said at the same time.
You turned around heading towards the door but Hongjoong stood in your way.
“This was your surprise?” you asked angrily
“I don't know what you're talking about, I didn't even know they knew each other, I don't know who he is… well yes but…”
“Ahhh of all the people in the world you chose him?”
“I'm still here,” Seonghwa said, approaching you and you avoided seeing him.
“You…” you turned to where he was and put a finger on his chest, “how did you get here? Do you still want to continue ruining my life? "Isn't what you did enough for you?"
“I'm sorry, okay? I told you it was a misunderstanding but you never let me explain it.”
“Enough,” Hongjoong exclaimed, full of the whole situation. “I don't know what matters you have between you, but I think we should calm down.”
It took Hongjoong a while to convince you to stay and talk calmly while they clarified the situation, but although you finally gave in, you were uneasy with Seonghwa's presence. The three of them sat at the table and Hongjoong made them talk in turns. You sighed, threatening your ex with your eyes and told him your story.
“We were a couple a while ago…”
“Six months,” Seonghwa interrupted you.
“Anyway, we broke up, but that part wasn't very nice so I made my life and then I met you and blah blah blah, things happened and now I'm here, in front of this idiot.”
“Anything to say Seonghwa?” Your ex opened his mouth but denied before looking at you.
“How did you meet?”
“That doesn't matter to you,” you responded aggressively as you crossed your legs and looked away. “How did you two meet?”
"What difference does it make?"
“Stop it, you're both tiring me out.” Hongjoong dropped into the chair and sighed, looking at them both. He had no idea what trouble he'd gotten himself into just for wanting to have a little fun with his favorite people, but here he was having to put up with their complaints. “I met Seonghwa like I did with you okay?” at the bar, it was actually a week after you, you both vented about your problems but I never imagined they would talk about each other, I didn't even know they knew each other, I thought it was a good idea to bring him because I thought he was your type and you would enjoy more, but ahhhh I never imagined this”
You felt a little bad for Hongjoong, he just wanted to fulfill one more of your fantasies and ended up getting into a weird mess. You caressed his hand and without looking at your ex you stood up and hugged him from behind.
"It's not your fault"
“Yeah, whatever, don't feel bad,” Seonghwa said to help you, “she wouldn't be able to handle it anyway.”
You threatened Seonghwa with your look, you didn't want to talk to him but her words hurt your ego, you had been with both men before, you knew them better than anyone and you dared to say that you couldn't handle them? Who did he think he was?
"What do you mean?" The voice is more aggressive than you intended but Seonghwa's smile only made it harder for you to contain yourself “I can't handle you? I’ll show you, idiot.”
Without paying attention to your ex you climbed onto Hongjoong's lap and he held your hips before you could continue.
“You don't have to do it if you don't want to.”
“I want” You responded before bringing his lips together as you pulled him into the most passionate kiss you had given him before, mixing your tongues and letting his teeth collide. Your hands passed over his chest and slowly went down to slide over the delicate shirt he was wearing.
"Is that all you have?" You rolled your eyes, separating yourself from Hongjoong and wiggling your hips in his lap while locking your gaze with Seonghwa who had stood near him. You grabbed him by the edge of his pants and made him take another step. Before he continued speaking, you raised your hand to reach the collar of his jacket and bring it closer to your mouth.
“You don't know when to shut up, right?” You felt Seonghwa's labored breathing on your lips and you noticed his dilated pupils. “Accept that you still like me, idiot.”
"And what?"
Your memories came back for a split second and you remembered the reason why you decided to break up with him, you were still angry for seeing him kiss your best friend but you had to accept that you still had feelings for him, the years at his side were something that You would never forget, how could you forget all that love, desire and passion that you felt every time you saw him. And now that they were face to face those feelings blossomed again.
“I hate you” you whispered before pulling him into your mouth and delving into his lips, they were just like you remembered them, sweet and fluffy.
Hongjoong had gotten lost in the feeling of your hips grinding against his clothed cock that he almost forgot about you. He dug into the crook of your neck leaving a red mark on his making you moan into Seonghwa's mouth causing your fingers to tangle through his long hair.
He broke away from the kiss, seeing your eyes full of lust when Hongjoong removed your shirt, freeing your breasts. “Come here,” he snatched you from the hungry mouth of his friend, tasting your skin.
Hongjoong laughed when he saw them and to think that a few minutes ago they didn't even want to see each other. He sighed, feeling the pressure in his pants as he watched them devour each other's mouths and their hands touching each other's bodies, peeling off the layers of clothing they were wearing until they were almost naked.
“Let's go to the room.”
When they finally closed the doors, you threw yourself at Hongjoong, also helping him to free himself from his clothes, leaving kisses along his neck and slowly going down his abdomen to the edge of his boxers, you pushed him on the bed and he smiled, settling in the center when he saw Seonghwa approaches from behind.
You settled between Hongjoong's legs, leaving his erection free of him as you gave Seonghwa a look as you spread your legs and raised your butt. You turned your attention to Hongjoong's dripping cock and ran your tongue over the tip of it before taking it into your mouth and hearing a muffled moan leave his chest.
You were so focused on sucking Hongjoong's cock that you almost forgot about your ex, but when he came up behind you and ran his fingers through your wet panties you closed your eyes before sucking his cock into your mouth again.
Seonghwa was so eager to have you again that he could barely keep his composure, even worse if you gave him a full view of your ass and wet pussy. It took strength from the depths of his being not to collapse at that moment and he slid your panties down to see your pussy, he moaned when he saw it up close again, he couldn't wait to taste the sweet nectar that he hadn't tasted in months.
He pressed his lips to your pussy and held your breath when you felt his tongue. Hongjoong shivered from the vibrations in your throat and didn't want you to stop so he grabbed a handful of your hair and pushed your head back onto his cock.
"I thought you could handle this" you gave yourself some time to breathe but when Seonghwa put two fingers in your pussy you could only moan in Hongjoong's face "are you enjoying it?"
You nodded, letting yourself be carried away by the pleasure that Seonghwa's fingers gave you while you continued moving his tongue in circles over your clit.
You approach Hongjoong's lips to stifle your moans but he grabs your hair, guiding you back to where you were.
Your movements were slow, you could feel your legs starting to shake and you couldn't continue holding the knot in your stomach. Seonghwa knew you were close to him so he continued pumping his fingers putting in a third while he licked your pussy.
Tears began to build up in your eyes but Hongjoong continued to push your head down when he felt a shock on his cock.
You heard Seonghwa laugh behind you as he decided he wouldn't let you finish but you didn't have time to think about that as you felt Hongjoong's load in your throat and you tasted it.
Your tears spilled down your face when you could breathe and Hongjoong caressed your face, drying them.
"Poor dear, did you want to cum?" More tears fell from your eyes.
"yes…yes"
Seonghwa felt a pang in his chest when he saw his friend caress your hair and lay you down on the bed. He couldn't help but beat her to the spot and smile at her trying to apologize, but in reality he was jealous.
"Understand me, I haven't had it in a long time."
Hongjoong raised his hands and nodded, hiding the small anger that formed in his chest, yet he settled behind you, placing his chest on your back and gave Seonghwa a challenging look.
"All yours" he said mockingly knowing it was a lie.
Seonghwa rolled his eyes but when he saw your naked body, jealousy took a backseat, now what he wanted was to feel you again and hear you moan his name.
He positioned himself between your legs and lined up his cock at your entrance watching your tearful face.
"You're very bad hwa" Seonghwa swallowed hard as he heard you tell him how before and he let go of the reins, letting yourself be carried away by you.
He sank inside and pressed you against Hongjoong's chest, you had forgotten how big he was but he made you moan feeling so full.
"I missed you, doll," he whispered to you as you got used to him again, tears still adorning your face and he wiped them away before bringing his lips together, tasting you on them.
“I…” your words stuck in your throat as he gave the first push “I didn't miss you”
"I don't need you to tell me, your body speaks for itself"
Seonghwa started to move his hips and you bit your lips when you felt Hongjoong's hands play with your nipples as he planted wet kisses along your neck, but Seonghwa bit your shoulder on the other side.
You closed your eyes, letting yourself be carried away by all the sensations in your body, the boys' lips on your neck, Hongjoong's hands as they went down to your clit and Seonghwa's hips colliding with yours, your breathing uneven, your legs shaking, everything. It was too much that you couldn't take it anymore.
Without warning you released yourself onto Seonghwa's cock.
"Hwa…Fuck"
"Yes honey keeps saying my fucking name"
The overstimulation was killing you, you wanted to say something but you didn't know what, you just wanted it to never stop. You put your head on Hongjoong's shoulders trying to breathe but Seonghwa's thrusts were killing you.
"Come on beautiful, just a little more" his words did not comfort you but you nodded, letting him also move his hips behind you.
You moaned louder as you felt his fingers on your clit, you felt the tears in your eyes and you looked at Seonghwa when he approached your lips and you accepted it by placing your hands on his shoulders and marking his skin.
Seonghwa was close and you could feel his cock throbbing inside you, he sank in a few more times before releasing his load and laying down on your chest, but Hongjoong continued to touch your sensitive clit making you wrap your legs around your ex's hips as you ran your nails down his back and let your head rest on Hongjoong's shoulder to kiss him when your second orgasm swept over you.
The three of you stood in silence recovering from the heat of the moment, you didn't know what had just happened but you didn't care, you had enjoyed it more than you would like to admit.
“Are you okay, beautiful?” You nodded without speaking and let go of Seonghwa's body, turning your back to him. With the little strength you had left, you climbed onto Hongjoong's cock and moved your hips slowly. “Aren't you tired?”
"i... want more"
Hongjoong lifted your hips and started pounding your pussy hard as he met Seonghwa's gaze. It was more than evident that he was resentful but it wasn't his problem for being an idiot, now he would have to see how he made you moan his name.
You wouldn't last long, but you tried hard to hold on to the knot in your stomach but it was getting stronger and your body was getting weaker with each stroke of Hongjoong's cock.
“Joong… I'm close.”
You lost track of reality when you felt the liquid from your body running down your thighs, you closed your eyes letting Hongjoong use your body for his pleasure and once he also freed himself he carefully laid you down on the bed and held your breath as you see how the mixture of the three ran through your used pussy.
Seonghwa licked his lips and without anyone telling him, he tasted the mixture, making your body react, but before he could continue, Hongjoong stopped him.
“Stop it, she's tired.” Seonghwa looked at him and suppressed the strange urge he had to push him and smiled. “You better go.”
"No"
They were both surprised but without saying anything Seonghwa lay down next to you and caressed your hair.
"You still miss me"
“Shut up idiot” you said smiling and extending your hand for Hongjoong to join in, he sighed before doing so and placing his hand on your waist “Thanks for the surprise Joong”
“Yeah, whatever, I hope you enjoyed it” You laughed a little before snuggling between them and taking a long rest.
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Island 2
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More conversations are had, plans are made, and you all make a run for another drop. Of course, things don't always go smoothly.
Warnings: Swearing, intense emotions, reader has Issues, canon typical violence, shooting at dinosaurs, blood, death (dinosaurs only), playing fast and loose with Ark mechanics.
Word count: 2.5k
Eventual Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x f!reader
All four of them helped you carry in the meat and berries, and you showed them where you kept everything. It took longer to pluck the dodos, leaving the feathers in a large basket. Gaz took over that for you, and you stood in the middle of the house for a minute, hands on your hips.
“Taming really isn’t a day two topic,” you said, shaking your head a little. “But. Oh well.” You breathed in deep, fingers tapping against your hip. “Obviously you lot have seen Bessie and Watermelon. Taming creatures is generally not hard, but it is a process. The herbivores are the easiest, you just find their favorite berries and feed ‘em until they like you.” You paused there and then sighed. “You kind of have to take all of this with a grain of salt, because none of this makes sense. I just knew when Bessie was tame, same way I just know that hyaenadon will be ready to come in tomorrow. I didn’t have to train Bessie, she just knows.” You shrugged.
“So, what, you just feed things until they follow you home?” Gaz didn’t look up from the dodo he was plucking.
“I mean, with herbivores, yeah. And a few carnivores, like the hyaenadons. But most carnivores are much more dangerous.” You shook your head. “I’m honestly amazed Tom was able to tame Ripper. Raptors are dangerous and they’re pack hunters.”
“So how did he tame it?” Price crossed his arms over his chest.
“Nuh uh.” You pointed a threatening finger at him. “Nope. Week two. Survive that long and I’ll teach you.”
His eyes gleamed and he tipped his head to look down at you. “Fine.”
“Are we goin’ for the green drop?” Soap asked as he finished piling meat in the preserving bin.
“Haven’t decided. The closer you get to the mountain, the more dangerous the creatures are.” You shrugged, turning away to check your berries. You needed to do something with some of them. More hard biscuits, probably. Especially considering how many Gaz had eaten. “Gaz, let me know when you’re done with those dodos.”
“Will do.” He sneezed as a feather tried to drift up his nose, making Soap laugh at him. You just rolled your eyes. Children.
The rest of the day passed in more or less easy work. Gaz picked up how to get the most meat off the birds quickly, only grumbling when Soap interrupted him. Ghost had vanished outside again, which you decided was Not Your Problem. Price had studied the map for a bit and then started poking around.
It was not the same kind of quiet that you’d grown accustomed to since Jasper got killed. But it was quiet, mostly.
Gaz helped you with dinner, which was good, because you weren't used to cooking for five.
Dinner was quiet too. This time, Soap grabbed the dishes before you could, leaving you inside with Gaz and Price. Gaz stepped outside as well.
Lovely.
"You haven't searched for a way out?" Price asked, leaning back in his chair, hands folded together over his stomach.
"I never said that," you shot back, a little annoyed. "Of course I have. Everyone has. And nobody's done it. This place is a fucking death trap."
He was quiet for a few moments, watching you. You looked away first.
"Forgive me if I don't believe there's no way out," he drawled.
You waved a hand. "Believe what you want," you muttered. "You'll figure it out."
He blew out a breath. "What else do we need to learn?"
You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. "More about taming, later," you said. "Weapons you seem to know. We need to go through berries and edible plants, of course. Basic repairs. Basic building. Creature identification. Things to avoid at all costs." You shrugged.
Price nodded, still relaxed in his chair, still watching you. "You haven't given up yet."
You tensed. "What?"
"You're still here. Still alive." His lips quirked in an almost-smile. "Much as you insist this place is a death trap, you haven't resigned yourself to it. Not fully. Else you wouldn't have survived this long."
You stared at him for a few long moments, lips parted, eyes wide. Your heart beat hard and fast in your chest, the same feeling the last time you'd come across a raptor.
You slammed out of the house before you knew what you were doing, walking fast away from that train wreck. He wasn't even entirely wrong - there was still that tiny glimmer of wondering, that tiny what if.
More than that, though, you were mad he had read you so easily. You weren't used to that. Maybe it was all the time you'd spent alone, or the lack of emotional intelligence from Jasper.
Either way, you probably could have reacted better.
“Love?”
You startled a little at the nickname and half-turned to look at Gaz. The bastard had snuck up on you. “Hm?”
“You alright?” He took a slow step closer, hands twitching at his side.
“Yes, of course.” You breathed in, swallowing hard. “You lot got the dishes done already? Gonna have to find more things for you to do before you get bored.”
“Don’t worry about that,” Gaz murmured, taking another step closer. “We’re good at keeping ourselves busy.”
“Hm. Even so.” You turned away from him to fuss with one of Bessie’s saddle bags. “Nice having help, definitely makes the chores go faster. If that green drop is still there tomorrow maybe we’ll go find it. Green drops usually have better stuff in them.”
“Yeah? Anything you want in particular?” He stepped around you so he could see your face again, leaning against the fence.
“Wouldn’t mind getting a shotgun,” you admitted on a sigh. “And boots. I would kill for boots.”
You both looked down at your current pair, which were in poor repair by now. And too big for you.
“See what you mean,” Gaz murmured. “Well, we can check tomorrow, yeah?”
“Yeah.” You breathed out again. “Long as there aren’t raptors along the way.”
“There a lot of them around here?”
“Not usually.” You shifted your weight, finally giving up on messing with the saddle bags to mirror Gaz’s posture. “Get a little further up into the mountains, though, and there are all kinds of things. Raptors, sabertoothed cats, carnotaurus. Even rexes, if we’re really unlucky.”
“Sounds like everything wants to eat us.” But he was still relaxed, smiling a little.
“You joke, but you’re right.” You shook your head. “There are so many things on this island that want to eat you. So many.” You shivered as the memory of screams echoed in your mind.
He frowned, hand settling on your shoulder. "It's alright, love," he murmured. "There are five of us, now. And you've got experience. We'll manage."
You leaned into his hand, swallowing convulsively. It had been… a long time since you'd had human contact. A long time. "You're right." You breathed in deep, trying to wrangle your emotions back under control. "We'll be okay."
He smiled at you, warm and confident. "I know you don't know us yet," he said, shifting closer to you, brown eyes holding yours. "But we keep each other safe, and we'll do the same for you."
You shook your head a little, smiling even as you pulled back. "Don't worry about me," you demurred. "Focus on yourselves at first. I know what I'm doing." One deep breath in and you stepped back. "Come on, we should go set up for bed."
He nodded, motioning for you to go first. You breathed in deep before you went inside, scooping up the basket of glow crystals.
The evening was quiet. Gaz helped you set up, and ended up sitting near you for a little while.
"Think you're gonna name the hyaenadon?" He asked, glancing at you.
"Oh, probably." You smiled a little. "Dunno what yet."
He nodded, relaxing next to you. "Think it'll be right around here?"
"I hope so." You chuckled. "Or maybe it'll find us when we go to the green drop."
He nodded and watched as Soap and Ghost came back in too, settling down for the night.
"You should get some sleep," you murmured to him. He was close, you could touch him. You could. It wouldn't be weird. Your gaze settled on his hand, a nice, innocent spot. "Gonna be a long day."
"Sleep well." Gaz hesitated another moment longer before he pushed up to his feet. You watched him go.
You should have touched his hand.
Annoyed at yourself now, you retreated to your own bed for the night. You needed to take your own advice, especially if you were leading them off to the green drop.
Huffing to yourself, you curled up on your side with your back to them.
It took you a long time to sleep.
Gaz helped you with breakfast the next morning, standing a little closer than he needed to. But you didn't mind.
And then Soap crowded in on your other side, and you eyed the both of them. This felt distinctly like pranks, or something. Mischief.
But nobody got into trouble through breakfast. Thankfully.
It didn't take long to get armored up again, and you grabbed another piece of meat for the hyaenadon.
“We'll take Watermelon today,” you said, glancing around at them. “He'll be good help.”
“How so?” Gaz asked, sidling closer to you.
“These guys are good as watch towers. They're kinda paranoid, and they alert at any sign of danger.” You shrugged, walking over to the paddock. “Hey, Watermelon. Hi cutie boy.” You held out a hand, smiling as the parasaur plodded happily over to you. “Good boy,” you cooed.
“Big dinosaur,” Soap muttered, shifting his weight. “Ye sure it'll help?”
“Saved my ass before,” you said with a shrug. “Okay, come on. Let's get going.” You whistled for Watermelon to follow.
The walk up to the green drop was longer than you liked, and you were on alert the entire walk. So was Watermelon, ambling behind you all and looking around constantly.
Watermelon bleated in alarm, and you halted, gun up, scanning for the threat.
But the only thing to approach was the hyaenadon.
“Okay,” you breathed. “Do not shoot my hyaenadon.” You glanced back at the men to make sure they were listening. Price nodded once, so you tucked your weapon away and approached the hyaenadon. Handing over the last piece of meat was easy, and the hyaenadon wagged as it ate. She licked her lips and then sat politely in front of you, jaws parted in a canine grin.
“Good.” You patted her on the top of her head, ruffling her fur. “Okay, come with us.” You whistled and she trotted happily along with you as you rejoined the others.
“Done?” Price asked, glancing down at the hyaenadon.
“Yeah. She's all tamed now.” You breathed in deep. “Alright, let's get going again.”
You took the lead again. A quick glance back showed Soap and Ghost both giving your newest tame a good berth. But Gaz looked curious.
Eh. You'd deal with any questions later.
You paused at the top of a rise, looking across the flat land towards the green drop. This was a potentially dangerous area. So far all looked quiet, and the pair of pachys roaming the flat area were a good sign.
Hopefully all would stay quiet.
“Alright. The drop is just up there.” You glanced back at them, a little surprised to see them all already watching you. “We’re going to approach slowly. If you see anything, speak up. I've seen raptors up here before.”
They all nodded, and you took the lead to the drop. Watermelon looked around anxiously, but stayed quiet. Probably a good sign.
You popped open the crate, peering inside. Some armor pieces that looked too big for you, ammunition, another assault rifle, two more canteens, and… a pair of boots.
“Hell yes,” you hissed, picking up the boots immediately. They looked like they might be a little too big, but you had extra cloth you could shove into them. Good enough.
Gaz helped you get everything into the saddle bags, grinning when he spotted your boots. “Finally, eh?” he murmured.
“Finally,” you agreed with an easy grin. “Alright, let’s–”
Watermelon bleated, lifting his head and looking to one side. You turned, pistol in hand, scanning the tree line.
“Raptors,” you hissed, eyes narrowing, even as you stepped forward, all too aware of the men behind you. “Fuck I hate raptors.”
“How many?” Price asked, closer than you expected.
“At least three.” You tracked one pacing at the edge of the trees, dark green skin blending into its surroundings. “They’re fast, be careful.”
The first one burst from the trees with a screech, two others flanking it. You aimed for the leader, jaw tight as you timed your shots. Blood bloomed against the dark green, bright and almost startling in the sunlight.
The leader fell, jaws still open even in death. You huffed in satisfaction.
One of the other two leapt over the leader’s body with a screech, claws extended towards you.
And then fell just shy of you from a shot to the eye, bleeding sluggishly.
Your breath escaped in an unsteady whoosh, hands trembling even as you reloaded your pistol. “Nice shot,” you managed, voice more or less even, gaze still fixed on the corpse.
“You alright?” Gaz stepped up next to you, one hand hovering near your shoulder.
“Fine.” You forced your gaze to him, plastering on a smile, even if it felt wrong. “Not the first time raptors have ambushed a drop.” You did a quick visual inspection of him before looking at the others. “Everyone okay?”
“All fine,” Price said, glancing between you and Gaz. “No injuries.”
“Good.” One more deep breath and you shoved everything down. You didn’t have room to break, to panic, to cry. Not here. “Right, let’s head back, I don’t want to see if that noise attracted anything around us.”
The walk back to base was quiet, with all of you on high alert. The hyaenadon trotted next to you, ears perked, listening to everything around you.
You were very, very grateful that nothing came for the group of you. You were even more relieved when you closed the gates behind everyone, once again safely in base.
“Let’s get this lot unloaded,” you said, swallowing against sudden exhaustion. “And then figure out dinner.”
“You alright?” Gaz asked softly, standing next to you to unload the armor while you grabbed your new boots. “Your hands are shaking.”
“I’m fine,” you lied with a quick smile. “Nothing to worry about. Go on, head in with those, I’m going to get Watermelon settled.”
Gaz shot you one more worried look before he obeyed, falling into step next to Price.
Your hands didn’t stop shaking, even as you took off Watermelon’s saddle and got him settled in the paddock with Bessie again.
You stood outside for a few extra minutes, hidden from sight of the building, just breathing. You hadn’t lost anybody today. You hadn’t lost anybody today.
You’d make sure you didn’t lose anybody tomorrow.
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From the 150 Random Writing Prompts, what about #32 - text me when you’re home. Giving me modern au vibes of the her phone call / "Katniss, I live three houses away from you."
"Wait a second. I'll walk you out," Katniss says, stopping Peeta at the front door.
Gale is already glowering at her from his spot at the kitchen counter. She's not sure why he cares: he spent the entire night talking fantasy football with some guys from his work. So she ignores him. He needs to chill out, the insecure baby. Gale pisses her off sometimes. He's never liked her to have friends who haven't received the Hawthorne stamp of approval. It wasn't this big of an issue until she moved in with him. She's starting to think cohabiting with him is the worst mistake of her life so far. His issues are getting worse. Cripes.
Peeta waits for her by the door, zipping up his blue fleece coat while she slips on her shoes to follow him outside. Silently the two of them head out the front door. It's cold out on the front step, that damp, chilly weather that soaks through your skin, chilling you to the bone.
"Thanks for coming over," Katniss says, hugging herself for warmth. "I wasn't sure whether you'd make it."
Peeta laughs. "I wouldn't dream of it. The house is nice," he says.
"Yeah. Gale spends most of his spare time working on it."
"That must be nice. Saves you money that way."
Katniss shrugs. It's no concern of hers what Gale does with his money. It's not her house.
"So Gale. He seems nice," Peeta says.
She gives him an incredulous look. "Not really."
"He's not so bad."
"He can be a pretty big dick," Katniss says, stamping her feet on the ground to get the blood moving through her legs. "Like tonight. He gets jealous sometimes."
"Hmm. Well. Can't say I blame him."
"It's stupid."
Peeta fidgets with his keyring, swinging the set around on his ring finger. "Well, as much fun as debating your boyfriend's virtues are, it's freaking freezing out here. I'd better head home. Got an early start tomorrow."
"Yeah. of course. But Peeta---Gale's not my boyfriend," she says.
"Oh. I just assumed."
"No---god, no," she says. "I'm like his little sister or something, crossed with his mom? I don't know how to describe our relationship. It's weird. He's over-protective."
Peeta looks away from her, scratching behind his ear.
"Will you text me when you get home?" she asks on a whim, wishing she could ask him to stay instead. A way to extend the night with him, at least by a few texts.
"Now, who's being over-protective," he says. His voice is soft like he doesn't want anyone to hear like they're sharing a secret.
His smile is warm. Pleasant heat, like the slow path of whiskey making its way into her belly. That's what it stirs in her. "Shut up," she says, smacking his arm lightly with the back of her hand.
"Katniss. I only live about a block away. Three streets. It takes me maybe fifteen minutes on foot."
She knows that. Still. "It's dark and cold, and I want to know when you're there. Humor me. It'll mean I'll sleep better tonight."
"Alright," he gives in.
Katniss steps closer to him. Before she loses her nerve, she stands on her tiptoes and kisses his cheek. "Thank you," she murmurs, lowering herself to the ground and stepping away, already embarrassed by her actions. "Talk to you soon."
#everlark#endlessnightlock writes#everlark fanfiction#everlark drabble#katniss everdeen/peeta mellark#modern au#written kind of quick I was inspired lol so I hope it's okay
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Secret Roommate (Chapter 1)
Paring: TF Sukuna x Female reader
Summary: You're a retired jujutsu sorcerer, trying your best to live a normal life again until a frightening being pays you a visit...a 'visit' that turns into your daily life.
Warnings: Nsfw! Smut, Fingering, double penetration, mentions of death, blood, roughness, orgasms, unprotected sex, nipple play. MDNI
Word count:4k
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You first started working as a jujutsu sorcerer from the heavy inspiration your grandparents gave off to you. Naturally, life became more difficult with seeing death and countless horrific sites. Trying to go on and pursue your career as a sorcerer eventually became too overwhelming for you. Life at Jujutsu high did have its fair share of fun and memorable moments, but none of those seemed to be enough. You first started considering quitting many months before you actually did.
There was only one thing that kept your quitting on hold for so long. But that doesn't matter now, right? It was only foolish to think of. So, you took sides with a coworker you had met there, Nanami, and left. That was over a year ago now. But thankfully you still keep in touch with the friends you made there. Yuuji, Nobara, Gojo, and a few others. They're not people you would want to let go of and just abandon, they really meant something to you.
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You were so preoccupied with your work to just now notice it's time to clock out when you saw everyone leaving the building. You felt so glad the day was finally over. You grabbed your keys and jacket and began to head outside. Then that's when you hear that same familiar cheerful voice coming from out the corner of the building. The usual spot he walks out from.
"Heyy, Y/n!"
You look over to your left with a smile on your face. His cheerfulness always seemed to be the light of your day.
"Hey Yuuji!"
The pink headed boy walked up to you with a toothy grin. "How was work?"
Awful. You thought. You considered telling him about your day but quickly shoved those thoughts out. You would never want to make him worry about your problems. "Just the usual." you responded.
"Soooo? How about sushi for tonight? Only Kugisaki and Megumi is gonna come with though." His smile faded. "Maki got injured during a fight. Don't worry it's not serious...but she's not exactly in perfect condition. She should recover in about a week though."
Your soft smile turned into a slight frown. "Oh...well at least it's not that serious like you said."
That's when you were reminded of the very day that made you quit being a jujutsu sorcerer. People you care about being hurt. Though Luckily this time it wasn't death.
"I'm sorry Yuu but I just don't feel like it tonight. I'm pretty tired." You felt bad for backing out when Maki wasn't coming either, but today just made you want to go straight to your bed and forget.
An exaggerated frown stretched his face. "Awwww what? I drove here and everything!"
You gave him a reassuring smile. "I'll come tomorrow though, I promise."
He looked back you with an annoyed expression. "Fine I guess I'll just deal with drunk Nobara on my own then."
"I thought you said Megumi was coming though?"
He crossed his arms. "You know he doesn't deal with drunk people very well."
"Oh right. Sorry Yuuji." You shrugged.
He groaned.
But he let it go and gave a soft smile and began to turn his body away. I'll get going then. But you better not break that promise!"
"Goodnight y/n!"
You chuckled. "I won't! Goodnight."
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It was 10:30 pm and you had just got into your apartment building, slowly walking through the hall till you reached your door, so eager to get the warm and soft comforting feeling of your bed. You're exhausted, tossing your keys over to the kitchen counter, and yawning non-stop. Today had been so draining. Your boss yelled at you for such minor mistakes and threatened to fire you if he doesn't see improvement. You already work so hard at your job and just to hear that bullshit made you want to go off at him finally giving him a piece of your mind, but of course for your financial sake, you didn't.
All you can think about is how shitty your work life is. It bothers you that you can't even come home without something from work pissing you off. But you try to calm down and get ready for bed anyways. You walk into your room and change into a simple tank top and shorts. Just as you finish throwing it on yourself, you hear an alarmingly loud door slam open, making you gasp loudly. You cover your mouth in shock whilst trying to figure out what it was. But then you realized…you recognized the sound.
The balcony.
You try to think logically as to what could have possibly caused it. Was it the wind? Some kind of animal? Frantically looking around your room to try to find anything that could be used as a weapon, all you found was just some small flashlight on the nightstand. Seeing as it was your only option, you quickly snatched it and started walking towards your door. Surely it can't be a person, right? If it was some robber you would've at least heard them go through the front door first. Maybe it really was just the wind, nothing else would make sense, right?
All these thoughts were running through your head, trying to calm you down, but failed miserably and only made you even more anxious. With a few more moments of debating on what to do, you eventually reason with yourself, telling yourself it couldn't be anything more than some stupid misunderstanding.
Foolishly, you begin to open your door and slowly walk down the narrow hallway, trying to keep the flashlight from falling out of your profusely shaky hands. Finally making it to the end of the hall.
"H-hello?"
You felt an immense wave of relief from hearing no response, but that quickly got shot down when whip your head around to see the balcony door slid wide open. The lock had been completely broken off and was lying on the floor. You could feel light gusts of wind drifting upon your pale, trembling figure. Only mere seconds had passed until you felt something sharp slowly scraping your exposed shoulder. You stood frozen as you began to realize the fact that there was a hand placed on you.
Large,
thick,
and with sharp black nails.
"Looking for me?" A deep, gruff intimidating voice asked.
You slowly turned your head upwards to see a huge, frightening, muscular man-wait, man? This was no regular man-or human for that matter. He had four eyes as well as four arms that each had black markings, markings that were on his chest, torso, and face. As your finally eyes met his vicious crimson ones, he grinned at you as he watched your little horrified face. Is this real? Is he really behind you right now?
You couldn't just keep standing here forever. You need to fight back. You need to do something. You finally snap out of your frightened gaze and quickly struggle out of his hold and-without any thought- try to strike him with your flashlight. It was a pathetic attempt and you knew it, but it was the only thing you could think of. You think it might be a success until he catches it before it can hit him. He squints his eyes in annoyance. The light was hitting directly on them.
"Ugh! How irritating." He snarls, before pressing his thumb on the flashlight's lens and breaking through it. He continues digging into the glass until it shut off like it was nothing. Then, everything turned dark. The glass of the lens shatters to pieces and starts to crumble onto the floor. He destroyed it in only a matter of seconds.
You started to panic when you realized you couldn't see him anymore. It was pitch black. You immediately started to move backwards, trying to get as further away from the monster as much as you can. You were shaking so much more than you already were. The beating of your heart felt so loud, like he could even hear it.
When your back hit the wall, you just stood there. You felt so defenseless. Like this was it.
But you just stood there.
And stood there.
Nothing was happening. What is happening? Then that's when you heard a loud, deep sigh. All of the sudden, the kitchen light turned on.
And that's when you saw him. The light had revealed a huge frightening cursed spirit, standing at his staggering height.
Ryomen Sukuna.
"Relax. Let's just chat for a bit."
You didn't know what to say. You scanned your eyes on him. He was holding his spear in his upper right hand. There was red stained on the tip. Blood. He looked almost angry as if he just came here to calm down. But why was there blood on his spear?-Or a better question; Who's is it?
You had remembered him back at jujutsu high. Sukuna had been accepted and trusted to help sorcerers with important missions. In the beginning, there were suspicions and accusations. Of course, Gojo still had his eye on him, but Sukuna's help was much too impactful to ignore. He even saved Yuuji at some point. Even that was enough to gain your trust. Not many people including you had got any actual details as to why they let him stay there, but there were rumors of a pact. A deal. He did his part and helped kill other curses. Though you remember what he was like. An asshole that would always tease you or make fun of how you fought other cursed spirits. He always helped weaker sorcerers with missions. The higher-ups even gave him his own room.
So why? Why is he here right now? Why the hell is he in your apartment with a bloody spear in his hand? You haven't seen him in so long you thought he would be out of your life now.
"What the fuck are you doing here!?" You yelled.
He raised an eyebrow, he was confused as to why you sounded like you knew him. He focused his eyes on you. Then a look of a mix of shock and amusement struck his face.
"Y/n?"
He paused for a moment. "Ahh I knew that voice sounded familiar." he chuckled. "What a small world ey?"
You stood quiet.
"And here I thought I'd never see you again. Well, this should be easy to explain now. I'm sure you'll understand." He said while spreading a shit-eating grin on his face.
"Just...why are you here? What do you want?" This whole situation caught you so off guard you didn't know what to think. Shouldn't he be at jujutsu tech?
"And...is that blood?" You hesitantly asked.
He peered over at the tip of the spear before glaring back at you. "Oh, that's right. I just got into a little... disagreement with someone. No need to worry your pretty little head over it."
"Did you kill them?" You asked, anxious to hear his response, praying that it wasn't true.
"Relax, they aren't people you care about." Soon after he said that he started slowly walking towards you. Your heart began racing, you started backing up.
"They!?" You yelled with all the little braveness you had left in you.
He was getting closer.
"What the hells has gotten into you? Why are you here? Who did you kill!? Wh-" Your bundle of panically thrown-out questions came to a stop there was a sudden clank sound. He lightly tossed his spear against one of the kitchen counters.
"I need to stay here." He said as he glared down at your small figure.
"W-what?" You choked out. His abrupt claim caught you off guard. His voice sounded more quiet and soft. You were too caught up in panicking to even notice he was even closer to you than before.
"I was banned from jujutsu tech. Only because of a small 'incident'. Bastards didn't have any regard for all the help I've done." Banned? You thought. Incident? Just what the hell happened? Why are you just finding out now?-"Said if they see me killing anyone again they'd hunt me down and try to execute me. I'm sick of them. All their shitty morals." He began to run his large hand in between his pink hair. As if his head was hurting just thinking about it.
"I was simply looking for somewhere to stay the night." He continued. "Was just gonna get rid of the owner if they were gonna be a pain in the ass."
A menacing grin plastered his face. "But I see the situation has changed. I won't have to do that now. Surely no doll like you would ever be worth just getting rid of."
"What!?- No! You can't stay here-" You started protesting until you were suddenly cut off when he took a step forward, menacingly.
"I wasn't exactly planning on asking them for permission." He was even closer to you now. His tall, broad muscular body was completely towering over you. You could almost feel the heat of his intense stare on you. Even though part of you felt still felt utterly terrified, the other part felt glad that this was the only thing he wanted. But the problem still stands, you were loyal to the laws of jujutsu. You still respected it.
You kept your head down, too scared to look him in. The eye.
"I can't." You uncontrollably muttered.
"What's that?" "I can't!" You finally gained the courage to look up at his face. Your eyes finally met his. "Under jujutsu regulations, this is forbidden! I'm not just gonna let you stay here just so you ca-"
You were about to push him away until you were cut off when his lips suddenly crashed into yours. He roughly placed one of his large hands on your cheek, while slowly rubbing your jawline with his thumb. His other hand roughly grabbed your wrist and held it. He kept going forward, forcing you to walk backwards until your back hit the wall. His tongue was fervently moving deeper and deeper into your mouth. It was warm. The grip he had on you had completely riveted you.
You let out whimpers, moans, all too engrossed in the kiss to do anything but whine. His lips finally parted after what seemed like forever. His deep voice fell quieter. "I knew you always wanted this." There was a slick string of saliva parting from your mouth to his. "Maybe this oughta change your mind, yeah?" You gasped when you felt your shorts being quickly torn apart. You could see shreds of it falling onto the floor. Your face began to feel as if it was on fire as you squirmed at the sudden roughness prodding at your clothed cunt. Your panties being the only thing left. He moved your panties aside and was feeling every part of you. He spread your folds and rubbed your clit. You flinched when you felt him push his finger in. He started to curl his finger, causing an involuntary moan to come out of you. You were about to say something when he yet again pressed his surprisingly soft lips against yours. As if he did it to shut you up.
You were too enraptured by the stimulation and the kiss to even realize your feet are now off the ground. Your legs are being held around his waist by his lower arms. Everything was happening so fast. So impatiently. Your vision felt foggy. You could only see glimpses of his spear, then the hallway, and now your bedroom walls. The only source of light was the kitchen light barely shining through the hallway to your room. You hitched your breath when you were roughly thrown onto your own bed. He paused to fully capture your lying figure. His dark red vermillion eyes were staring down at you so intently.
You thought back to when he said he knew you wanted this. Was it really true? You've never felt so aroused like this in your life. You knew deep down you weren't going to argue, or resist. Why? Why is this happening? Why aren't you saying something? Why are you...allowing it?
You just watched as he took his-what seemed to be some kind of robe- off and let it fall to the ground. Your eyes trailed his body, then down. You could feel every muscle in your body tighten as you lay your eyes on two massive dicks. Two. Two!? Sukuna watched your terrified expression with amusement. He knew that face was coming.
You couldn't help but squirm at his intimidating sensation. Both of his red tips were leaking with precum and were slowly rubbing against your leaking cunt. He gripped his large hands on your waist and began to tear your panties. You whined when his tips were now really touching you. Feeling your folds, your clit, all of you.
"W-wait...I can't! Th-they won't fit!" Your voice was embarrassingly shaky. You couldn't help it. No matter how hard you tried.
"No need to worry doll. You have two holes for a reason don't you?" He coaxed with a grin.
Your eyes widened. You had never thought of having any kind of anal sex before. Just thinking about you being stuffed in both holes was extremely overwhelming. But he didn't care. His crimson eyes observed your emotions. He saw that look of fear in your eyes but showed no signs of any prudentness. Both of his red tips were now prodding both holes. He imagined the sounds that he was about to make come out of your pretty mouth. Your face when your so fucked dumb you won't even be able to speak. Your pussy filled with his cum. All your reactions up until now have done nothing but fuel him.
Suddenly, he roughly pinned you down by your wrists. The violent grip of his large hands could make you feel the blood rushing to your hand. Another arm took a hold of your hip, steadying your position.
You didn't even get the chance to think when he thrusted both of his cocks into you. Your mind went completely blank. You were being split in two in a matter of seconds. You could only let out a loud moan in a mix of slight pleasure and pain. He drove both of his cocks so deep you could almost see the fucking bulge in your stomach. You could feel every vein grazing your velvety walls. He slowly withdrew his hips, letting you know what you're gonna have to adjust to. He was teasing you with his tips rubbing against your cunt and ass for a moment. Just for him to ram back into you, causing you to jolt at the violent intrusion. His thrusts are so harsh, so unforgiving. Your eyes instantly closed shut, and your mouth hung wide when his dick shoved against your g-spot. His dick twitched inside you from hearing the screams of your voice.
And here you are, being fucked by the King of Curses in your own bed. The very bed you had yearned for and thought you were going to get peaceful sleep in. But now this is replacing that. There's no peace. And there's sure as hell no rest. He began to trail one of his tatted hands up from your chest to your neck. You felt a sudden wetness slathering you. A tongue. He formed a mouth on his hand and was sucking on your neck. You winced when he started to slowly dig the teeth into your sensitive flesh. Leaving his dominant marks. After finishing with your neck, he trailed your body. Your breasts, stomach, waist, and thighs. Leaving light bruises, marking your body as his.
You dug your nails into your palm as his tips were hitting so deep into you. His cock was smushing your g-spot over and over again. He loved how tight you felt. He loved the squeeze on his cocks as your juices coats them.
You reached your arms out and gripped onto his thick forearms for dear life. The little pain you felt from his teeth was nothing compared to your ass. Your rectum felt like it was on fire. The pain wasn't anything like you had imagined it would be like. He knew.
Sukuna leaned down to your face and reached out his arm to your ear. He began gently putting your hair behind your ear before bringing his lips to it. "The pain won't last too long darling, I promise." You could feel the warm abrade of his breath tingle throughout your ear. You clench at his words, earning a deep grunt from him.
"Fuck, you're so damn tight. I'll just loosen you up for you then."
His thrusts were filled with pure belligerence. His rapid pace knocked every breath you had left in you. You gasped when you could feel your nipples harden from being exposed. You were too deep in arousal to notice he carelessly ripped your top off. You feel such sharp jolts shooting through your body. The feeling of pain mixed with pleasure made your head go numb. He grunted at the feeling of both your pussy and ass deliciously squeezing around him. Both girths filled you so well.
Your sense of reality felt destroyed. There was only one thing on your mind. Sukuna. Sukuna Sukuna Sukuna. Then you finally said it.
"Mmm...p-please, don't stop!"
After the pain began to fade, you realized something. You felt so satisfied. Not just physically wise, but mentally. Like this is what was missing. This is why you almost stayed at jujutsu tech. This is why you could never stop thinking about him. This is why you always had that undying regret of leaving.
His face paused for a moment. Then came out a deep chuckle. "I won't."
He finally freed your wrist from his cruel grasp and caressed your breast. Squeezing your soft flesh so hard yet gentle. His finger found itself on your sensitive bud. Rubbing and kneading it, adding even more stimulation to your body. He twisted your nipple, causing you to let out whines. He again formed a mouth on his palm and sucked your breast. The moist tongue licked and wet your chest.
He was right. You did always want this. You have always wanted him.
He continued with his relentless pace except this time there were no screams from you or any excruciating pain. It was sheer pleasure and you loved it. You loved his cocks filling you so full you can't even remember your own name. Your juices were leaking out of you and completely soaking him. Every stretch sent a shot of pleasure through your body. "You take me so well don't you? Gonna make you mine." You didn't know what he meant by that, you could just barely comprehend his sentence. Your only response was more moans and whimpers.
This went on for what felt like hours. You were being so fucked dumb you had lost track of time.
His pants grew louder, and so did yours. He let out a loud, deep groan. Your lecherous scream filled the room as he filled you with his warm cum. "Fuuuck~" His sonorous voice came out in a breathless tone. He stuffed you so full it was leaking out of you. Your limp body was left panting. Your chest rises up and down non-stop.
He leaned his weight against you, bringing his mouth to your ear and started nipping your earlobe. Slowly sliding his milked cocks in and out of you.
"You don't mind me staying now, do you?"
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“Thank you everyone for coming on time to the meeting, I know that it’s a lot to ask with everyone's schedules being chaotic but I appreciate it,” The president of the company’s voice droned on and you immediately lost interest in the meeting.
“Do you think there is going to be anything interesting from this?” You whispered as you leaned over to your favorite coworker and he chuckled as he crossed his arms over his chest.
“Doubt it. Rumors floating around is that they finally found a new program director but I don't see the big deal. We’ve been running it just fine lately,” He muttered, disdain evident on his face.
“Oh, stop being grumpy. Less work for us.”
“I’ll let him introduce himself. Without further ado, I welcome Mr. Calum Hood to our team as the new director.
Fuck, was he hot. You couldn’t help but admire the way he filled out his suit so well, the way his biceps looked as if they were barely contained within the fabric. He was tall, with dark curls and tan skin.
“I’m going to fuck him,” You whispered to your coworker as he was taking a sip of his coffee, and struggled to contain your laugh as
Mr. Hood made eye contact with you, a look of disdain on his face at first until you saw his eyes raked down your body. A smile formed on his lips, and you boldly winked at him as a blush crept across his cheeks.
You were going to have fun with him.
“I’m definitely going to fuck him.”
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You waited until the meeting was done before approaching him, his eyes glancing between all the people leaving the conference room.
“Hi Mr. Hood,” You said, holding your hand out then introduced yourself. He smiled as he took your hand in his, his skin warm and soft.
“What was so funny during the meeting earlier?” He murmured, and you laughed softly as you removed your hand from his. You brushed some hair behind your ear and glanced up at him.
“I was just making some plans,” You said innocently, grinning up at him and his eyes narrowed.
“Really, because I can read lips pretty well and I saw what you said.” He said, and you smiled at him.
“So then you know I was making plans? They are definitely some fun plans. I want you to be a part of them.” You continued with the innocent facade, and he chuckled.
“Definitely. Just let me know when and where,” He murmured, taking a step closer to you, his hands now in his pockets, “And we’ll make it happen.”
* * *
“Can I request some days off?” You asked, gently knocking on his door. He waved his hand and motioned for you to come in. You shut the door behind you and closed the blinds in the massive window before turning to him.
“No, of course not,” He murmured,a slight smile on his face as he continued working, “Do you happen to have access to the new contract?”
“Yes, but it’ll cost you,” You said, grabbing the calendar from his desk and sitting across from him. He stopped focusing on his laptop and his gaze shifted to you instead. He leaned back and crossed his arms over his chest, his small smile stretching into a grin. You started marking off the days that you wanted to request off, eager to go on vacation soon.
“A coffee tomorrow? A large coffee? A large coffee with a donut from that coffee shop with the bakery in it that you told me about last week?”
“Ding ding ding,” you interrupted him and he chuckled, “I’ll take you up on that tomorrow morning, bright and early. And when I get in for work, not when you get in.”
He shook his head but his smile remained.
“Deal. Where are you going on vacation?” He asked.
“Arizona, I’ve got family out there and I miss home.”
“I wouldn’t have guessed that you were from there. You seem like you belong in the city. Do you have to? I’m going to miss my fuck buddy.” He said, leaning forward over his desk and taking the calendar back from you.
“I’m sure you’ll get along just fine. It’s not for another month anyway now, so plenty of fucking from now and then.” You whispered, and he chuckled.
“I’ll fuck you on my desk, right here, right now Princess, just say the word,” He murmured in your ear, his hand dragging up your leg to the hem of your skirt and you nodded eagerly. His hand dipped under your skirt and squeezed your thigh.
“I’ve been so desperate for even a taste of you while we’re at work,” He whispered.
“I know you have, but it’s so much more fun to tease you,” You whispered back, nipping at his ear and he groaned, “Plus I like it better when you can fuck me properly, in that massive bed of yours, with those comfy sheets. You know I look so pretty tangled up in them.”
“I know, but please Princess, I’ll beg on my hands and knees right now just for a taste of that pretty pussy.”
Your cheeks flushed at his words, how naughty they were at work. Since he was introduced in that meeting nearly a month ago, the two of you have got along quite well. That very first day, he invited you over and fucked you so well, you were late to work the next morning. Since then, it’s been multiple times a week and you couldn’t deny that you have been wanting to have some fun at work too. The thrill of being caught, of anyone walking in at any given moment, was extremely hot.
“Beg for me.” You said, and at first he was a little surprised but got down on his knees as he looked up at you. You sat on the edge of his desk, spreading your legs wide and he crawled forward. He trailed kisses up your calf, to your thigh and stopped just before your core. You tangled your fingers in his curls, pulling his head back to look up at you. He licked his lips, his eyes focused on yours.
“Let me taste you, please. Let me eat out that sweet cunt of yours and make you cum on my desk. I just want you on my lips.” He murmured, and you clenched at his words. You nodded, your fingers still tangled in his hair as you lifted your hips slightly and allowed him to take off your panties.
“So fucking gorgeous, and are you already dripping Princess?”
“What can I say, I love your mouth on me.” You whispered to him and he chuckled. He laid his tongue flat against your clit, using his one hand to spread you open and the other hand to go inside of you. You moaned out slightly, the feeling of his mouth on you and his fingers inside of you so fucking good, you had to consciously prevent your thighs closing on his head. He curled his middle finger inside of you, lightly grazing a spot and your body jerked at the motion.
“Isn’t it insane that you are the director within this company and I have you absolutely wrapped around my finger? Your face is buried in my pussy, and you’re getting hard at this, aren’t you?” You muttered, your eyes closing at the pleasure from his mouth and he pulled back to chuckle.
“I guess I’m your whore, aren’t I?” He answered. You nodded, then guided his head back down and he got back to eating you out. You felt yourself start to drip, knowing that your orgasm was near and you threw your head back as Calum inserted another finger inside of you.
“Fuck,” You whispered, your thighs clenching against his head as he started sucking on your clit, “I’m going to cum.”
He kept his three fingers inside of you, his thumb circling your clit as he licked up the mess you were making. You bit down on your lip to not fully moan out loud as you rode your orgasm out, your body clenching as you came.
He continued to lick up your juices after your thighs finally stopped shaking, your clit extremely sensitive now. With every brush of his tongue, your body jolted slightly and he chuckled as he pulled back.
“God, I’ve been wanting to do that for a while now, one of these days I want you to sit on my face.” He murmured, pushing up off of his knees and standing between your legs. He kissed you passionately, his hands coming up to support your jaw and you bit down on his lip slightly.
“Now can I fuck you on this desk too? I’ve dreamed of having you bent over it, your hands gripping the desk, the papers all pushed to the side, me pulling your hair as I fuck you so roughly.”
You turned around in his arms, gathered your hair and tossed it over your shoulders as you slowly bent over his desk. You lifted your ass as he lifted your skirt and pushed it up over your back.
“Fuck, Princess, just like how I envisioned it,” He muttered. You heard his zipper go down, your body tensing at the anticipation of his cock filling you. You gripped his desk as his cock pushed into you, moaning at the feeling.
“God, you fit my cock so well.” He moaned, and you smiled to yourself. Your nails dug into the wood, the only sounds are yours and Calums moans mixed in with his thighs slapping up against yours. He changed his rhythm and pushed in deeply, stilling for a second at how deeply he was inside of you.
You pushed back against him, desperate for some movement and he chuckled. He wrapped one hand in your hair, pulling it harshly and your neck bent back, your throat now exposed.
“What do you want, baby?” He asked. His other hand rubbed over your ass cheek, gently caressing the area before he lifted his palm and slapped it. He spread your cheeks apart, and you turned back to see him admiring the view.
“I want you to keep fucking me Cal, I want you to keep pushing your cock in and out of me, right here at work.” You moaned out, and he groaned at your words. He gripped your hips again, pulling out only to push back in again. His thrusts became more aggressive, going for filling you more than just fucking you and you whimpered at the sensation.
“God, your pussy feels so good. Are you going to cum for me soon?” He murmured, and you whimpered out a yes as your body was clenching, “Go ahead Princess, cum right on my cock.”
You whimpered again, between the orgasm from before and your orgasm now, you were extremely sensitive to the pleasure. You came quickly, your body all but collapsing onto his desk and he moaned as he slowed his pace down.
“Can I cum inside of you?” He begged, and you nodded as he thrust deeply inside, his body stilling as he came. He pulled out, and spread your cheeks apart again.
“That’s so fucking hot,” He murmured, admiring the view of his cum dripping from your sweet pussy. He slapped your ass again, and you caught your breath as you laid on his desk. He inserted a finger inside of you, his cum now dripping off of his finger and he brought it to your mouth. You sucked it clean off and swallowed, then his lips met yours.
He kissed you for a moment before excusing himself to the bathroom,
“Perks of having a private office,” He mumbled, and returned with a washcloth. He helped clean you up quickly, before helping you turn over and you were now sitting on his desk.
“So fucking beautiful,” He murmured, running his fingers through your hair and you hummed lazily, “So are you coming over to mine after work?
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DIE FOR YOU - chapter 11 : "y/n asf"
"okay next question," hyunjin took another flash card, "at what age does the brain become fully mature?"
"oh easy, 25 years old." you answered.
hyunjin was currently helping you study for your psychology test for tomorrow, like he promised when he took you out. it was going well so far and there were no major distractions.
"ugghh y/n im bored." hyunjin threw the flashcards on the desk and whined.
"hey! do you think i want to do this right now too?"
"well then lets just not do it.."
"hyunjin i HAVE to study for this test, it makes up like 30% of my grade." in truth though, you've already studied way more than needed. maybe you were just looking for an excuse to spend more time with him.
"oh cmon y/n, we've done 50 flash card and you've been studying the whole week. lets just stop now hm?" he offered
"okay, fine. but what will we do now?" you didn't want him to leave, but you didn't want to be bored either.
"uhhh icecream?" he raised his brow
"hyunjin it's almost 1 in the morning nothing is open." you hit his head softly.
"OH I KNOW-" you covered his mouth, "hyunjin shut up!! you'll wake them up" you scolded him
"sorry sorry. anyway how about we dye my hair." he said with a grin on his face.
"im sorry what?" you blinked a couple of times.
"well im kinda getting bored of this red, most of my outfits don't match with it either." he started playing with it.
"but i love the red. its so...you"
"awwww well thank you cutie." he squished your cheeks and surprisingly, you let him.
"well where could we find hair dye right at this time of night? and what color?"
"im sure theres a 24 hour market here somewhere. and i want to do black." he went on his phone and googled up places nearby.
"well, lets go then. you sure about this?" you asked one last time.
he shrugged his shoulders, "i guess"
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you and hyunjin were now in the convenience store looking at the hair dye. you guys were arguing about wether he should get permanent or temporary.
"hyunjin if you get permanent then you don't like it how will you take it off?" you tried to reason with him
"y/n my natural hair color is black...i know how i look." he laughed at you.
"oh...well my bad i didn't know you before this." you crossed your arms, why is he laughing at you?
"awww it's cute how much you care, cmon lets go to checkout." he dragged you along.
"just for the record i don't care."
he just looked back at you and smiled. you guys were at the register and hyunjin payed, then you left to walk back.
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hyunjin was in your bathroom on a chair with a towel over his shoulders, while you were mixing up the dye.
you came behind him and looked at him in the mirror "you ready?"
"lets do it."
so you got to work, spreading the dye all over his bright red hair and on his roots. you guys made small talk while doing so, asking him about his friends and whatnot. soon you guys finished and let it dry for 30 minutes, it should've been for longer but he couldn't wait.
you took him back to the bathroom where he leaned his head over the tub so you could wash it. you reached out to his hair and started running your fingers through it messily while he sighed, saying it felt like a massage. you finished up quickly and didn't allow him to look in any mirrors until you finished cleaning.
you led him to your dresser and made him sit down in front of it while you kept a hand over his eyes.
"okay you can look in 3...2...1!! open!!" you raised your hand off his eyes.
"wowww it looks good" he started playing with his hair and styling it.
you guys talked for a bit after that while admiring his new hair, eating some snacks, and obviously not forgetting to take some pictures.
"omg hyunjin its 3 am you have to go home" you couldn't have him spend the night.
"awww whyyy?" he pouted and put his arms around you. lately he was getting very touchy, but you didn't mind.
you tried pushing him off, "because i have to sleep and so do you! i have a big day tomorrow"
"but if i walk in the house that late they'll all be suspicious..." he looked away from you, he forgot about the dare.
"so? just tell them you fucked someone or something." you shrugged while chewing on your granola bar, not thinking much of it.
"can i tell them i fucked y-" you put your hand over his mouth once again, "dont even think about it."
you walked him to the door and let him put on his shoes, then he faced you.
"well, thanks for everything tonight y/n. i hope we can do it again." he smiled at you.
he wants to do this again? with you? damn since when did you become so weak for guys.
"your welcome hyunjin, thanks for taking me out too, it was super fun. oh and studying" you started to remember the whole night.
he went in to give you a hug, so you returned it, squeezing him tight. but when he pulled away you gave him a little peck on his lips.
"g'night hyune" you smirked and pushed him out the door.
did you really just kiss hwang hyunjin? this must be a dream, you thought to yourself. as you turned around to walk back to your room, you were met with three faces right in front of you. so naturally, you screamed.
"Y/N WHAT THE FUCK???" all 3 of your friends screamed at once.
"oh. my. god. yunjin you were here the whole time?" you thought she was with keeho.
"well duh!! i wanted to hear all the details when you came back from dinner with hyunjin but apparently you guys had other plans." she crossed her arms.
"yea y/n, other plans. such as dying his hair." haerin also crossed her arms.
"and kissing him." now hanni crossed her arms.
"ugh guys it's not that big of a deal, come sit down. i'll explain everything"
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Been having an extremely stressful and mentally exhausting few weeks, and I just feel perpetually exhausted even when i just do mundane things, so was hoping maybe I could ask to get a donnie x gn reader blurb thingy where the reader is just extremely mentally exhausted, and donnie notices this and decides to comfort them?? Let's them cuddle up on his lap while he works and he runs his fingers through their hair, says soft affirmations/ just general fluffy ooey gooey goodness.
No pressure to do this, take your time!
You got it ;3
I'm just tired
A/n: this is a very cute idea. I love it so much. And I'm sorry it took so long. I swear I'm getting to all your guys asks, I've just been in this writers block for like a month. Grrr, it sucks.
Warnings: no one! However, I did use the temperature it was in Canada when I wrote this, which was 35. So whatever that is anywhere else, you guys get to translate it.
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Tired. That's what you were. It's not that you were physically, however that was low too, it's that you felt like you were running off a single braincell. Each task you had to do, whether it was homework, doing chores, or just walking around your house, seemed impossible.
Thus you were lying on your bed, trying to nap, but only getting so far as to day dream with your eyes closed. Not to mention it was summer and today just had to be one of the hottest all week. Well above 30.
Grumbling you got up and tried to rearrange your pillows in a way to have the fan blowing on you- it had been tucked away in the back corner of the garage and you had snatched it before one of your family members could. Laying back down on your stomach, head resting on the pillows, you checked your messages.
Donnie: sry gonna have to be over a bit later tonight
You sighed. Of course. And by later, he probably meant tomorrow. Closing your eyes, your thoughts drifted to the purple clad terrapin. You two had been dating for only about a month now, both deciding that after eleven months of 'not' dating, you might as well make it official.
Smacking your pillow, you flipped it over to the cooler side and buried your face into it. You were too tired to deal with this heat. To deal with anything. You growled in frustration and dragged yourself out of bed. It was only 6:30.
Slowly walking to the kitchen, you grabbed a glass of water and pressed your face against it. Sweet relief from the heat. Peeking into your freezer, you grabbed a couple ice cubes and brought them back to your room. You munched on them as you waited.
At around 9 pm, you heard a knock on your bedroom window. "Come in..."
You tiredly watched as Donnie quietly opened your door before slipping in. He paused, a very confused look on his face before you grumbled and he saw you on your mattress on the floor.
"You look miserable," he said, taking his battle shell off and leaving his tech bo by your door. Carefully walking over, he plopped himself on the edge of your bed. He blocked the fan and you hissed at him, batting at his arm until he moved over.
"Gee, thanks," you snapped, sitting up and crossing your legs. Donnie tilted his head at you.
"Are you.... okay? I mean, aside from being hot and "miserable"."
Frowning at him you pinched the bridge of your nose, a headache adding to the list of things agitating you. "I just.... It's been a tough week. With school just starting and teachers already giving out homework.... I'm just tired. And this heat isn't helping."
Donnie studied your face for a moment before wrapping an arm around you. At the same time you heard machinery hiss and click into place. Looking over your shoulder, you saw an a/c installed in your window. You gave Donnie a shocked look.
"How-"
"Don't worry about it, love."
Being as strong as he is (shhh ignore the one episode where he couldn't lift a table. Look at his armsssss) he picked you up and lifted you into his lap, scooting on your bed till his shell was against the wall. He leaned on it and you moved until you could rest your head on his upper plastron.
Donnie chuckled as you snuggled into him and he brought a hand down to gently rub your back, soothing away any worries.
"You're doing great. And if you're tired, it's okay to take a break."
"Says the guy who collapsed from exhaustion yesterday-" He kissed you abruptly to shut you up. Pulling away he had a slight blush on his snout.
"We don't need to mention that," he chuckled nervously and gently ran his fingers through your hair. Working with his hands a lot definitely means he can give a good head massage.
You gave him a final smirk before closing your eyes as he gently scratched your scalp. You felt safe, and cozy, and still tired. But this tired felt better. Like when you woke up you'd actually feel rested.
Plus, with him working that magic on your head, there was no way you'd stay awake for long.
As you drifted off, you heard him whisper.
"I love you, Darling."
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Miracle Worker
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Summary: Reader lives at the trailer park and Eddie blasts metal at one in the morning for the third night in a row. Reader marches over and bangs on the door to tell him to shut up. She ends up pulling an all-nighter w/him because he’s trying to study for a test.
Word Count: 1.8k ish
AN: Hey, so I've not written fanfic for years but here yah go! FYI I'm British so anything I get wrong about America that's why! Idk if anyone will even see this but if you do, I hope you enjoy.
Please don't copy my work
‘For goodness’ sake!’
You clutched your pillow around your ears. This was getting ridiculous! The music, if you could even call it that, started around seven and had only gotten louder. Moving into the trailer park had sucked enough but three days of this was unbearable. Your mother lay passed out in the living room, snoring peacefully like nothing was amiss. How she could sleep through the racket you’d never know.
You rolled over and groaned. The alarm clock beside you glowed, 2:30am, mocking your pain as day slipped closer. Your eyes ached as the volume seemed to get higher and higher, vibrating through your pillow, through your skull, through your brain. ‘That’s it!’ you exploded, hurling your pillow across the room and pulling on your jacket.
‘Anytime of the day it would be inconsiderate!’ you seethed, slipping on your shoes, ‘But for three nights in a row- ‘, you slammed the front door behind you, ‘On a school night!’
The night air bit through your pyjamas but fury kept warm you as you stormed across the trailer park. You banged on the door but no response. Outraged, you hammered on the door until your hands bruised, ‘Will you shut the hell up!’
The door swung open, nearly sending you tumbling backward as a pair of deep brown eyes cut you off. Eddie Munson stood in front of you, his shirt crumpled, his hair messy as though he’d been running his fingers through it, all but tearing it out in frustration, and his eyes a wild mixture of exhaustion, anxiety and mild annoyance.
‘Can I help you?’
He said it so nonchalantly, like he couldn’t fathom why you could possibly be there at half past two in the morning knocking on his door.
You struggled for words. A hot flush rose in your cheeks, not only from anger. You knew Eddie, of course you did. You’d seen his dramatic outbursts and furious tirades against society or the basketball team almost every lunchtime in the school cafeteria. He was infamous at Hawkins high and you’d heard rumours about that weird club he ran, Hellfire.
To tell the truth, you’d always been a more than little intimidated by him. He was loud and brash and you weren’t normally the confrontational type. You’d lain there in bed for the past three nights hoping someone else would shut him up. But here you were, standing slack jawed in his doorway, quailing beneath his gaze.
He raised an eyebrow, ‘Well?’
The bite in his tone brought back some of your fire. Crossing your arms, ‘Your music’s too loud!’ you said, ‘You need to turn it down!’
He scoffed then gave you a condescending smile, ‘No can-do sweetheart!’
‘Excuse me?’
‘You heard me!’
You didn’t believe it! He really just expected you to walk away? ‘There’s kids trying to sleep! It’s a school night!’
‘Yeah, for me too!’
‘It isn’t fair!’
‘Life’s not honey!’
‘Would you just turn it off so I can sleep!’ you snapped, ‘It’s been three nights straight and I’ve got a test tomorrow that I’m not failing because some idiot won’t be considerate for once!’
You could tell your words stung, especially ‘idiot’ but you didn’t care. He crossed his arms, ‘Well too bad princess because I’m not about to fail that test either!’ he sneered, ‘Now leave me alone so I can concentrate!’
‘You’re studying?’ He’d surprised you with that one. By all accounts Eddie Munson didn’t care about school. He certainly didn’t study!
‘What?’ he shot defensively, his hard shell cracking briefly, ‘That hard to believe?’
‘No.’ the bitter taste of guilt filled your mouth. For a moment you just stood there, not knowing what to say.
‘If you’ll excuse me!’ he moved to close the door, struggling to regain his bravado.
You bit the inside of your cheek in frustration, not willing to let this go yet, ‘If I help you study for the test will you turn the music down?’ You blurted.
He stopped. ‘What?’
You repeated your words, only hearing them properly for the first time yourself. He just looked at you. ‘You want… to help me… study?’
You’d wanted him to turn his music off, but something about the way his eyes seemed confused, almost afraid to hope made you nod, ‘Yes.’ A beat, then he wordlessly stepped aside, inviting you inside.
The inside of Eddie’s trailer was almost identical to your own, save for the plethora of mismatched mugs hanging on the walls and the array of hats above them. You decided not to question it.
True to his word, he quelled the raging stereo to a light background hum and dropped, cross-legged to the floor. Your eyes fell to the books scattered haphazardly around him.
‘Right let’s see your notes,’ You sat down across from him.
‘Huh?’ he looked askance, then laughed a little, rubbing his neck, ‘Oh yeah… those.’ He fixed his eyes on the ground.
You sighed, rolling yours. ‘Wait here, I’ll get mine!’
They weren’t hard to find, scattered over your own floor from where you’d been studying yourself that afternoon. A few moments later, you were back, trying to sort through all the most important information and cram it into Eddie’s brain.
‘I have no idea how you write so much in class!’ he exclaimed, ‘Seriously, how do you get anything from O’Donnell? She just drones on and on and on!’ You laughed as he rolled his eyes and drew out the vowels in a scarily good imitation.
‘Well, what do you get?’ you reached for one of the notebooks littering the floor and flicked through. He moved slightly, as if to stop you, but it was too late. On closer inspection, Eddie’s ‘notes’ seemed to be filled more with doodles and half-finished sketched than real notes. Even his textbooks had little drawings and sarcastic comments scrawled in the margins.
‘I get distracted easily’ he admitted, hanging his head a little. ‘I know I should try harder.’
‘It’s okay!’ you shrugged, ‘Biology’s not for everyone! Besides! These are really good!’ You gestured to the various dragons spitting fire and knights conquesting across the page.
‘You think so?’ he looked up at you with that strange expression in his eye again.
‘Yeah!’ you said, ‘This one reminds me of Lord of the Rings!’ you pointed to a wizard fending off an enormous monster with a glowing staff.
‘Wait, you’ve read Lord of the Rings?’ He really perked up now.
‘Of course, I have!’ You exclaimed, mocking offence at the insinuation that you hadn’t.
‘No way! What’s your favourite part?’ He asked, practically bouncing up and down in excitement.
You tried not to lose yourself in conversation, remembering the test only hours away but his eyes lit up when he talked about the story that you couldn’t help obliging him. The hours slipped by, you’d study for five minutes, converse for ten. It was like he’d transformed. No longer the arrogant, loud-mouthed teen, now an excited nerdy kid sat in front of you, eyes shining, grinning and gesturing wildly. ‘He isn’t nearly as scary as everyone said’ you thought. Your own indignation toward him began to soften as you watched him. Maybe it was tiredness, or something about the dim light in the living room, but you also thought he looked quite pretty.
Eventually the inevitable sun began to claw its way through the wonky blinds. He helped you collect up your notes and you got up to leave.
‘Hey wait!’ he leaned over to tear a page out of a notebook. ‘Here.’
You shuffled your notes to one arm and took the page from his outstretched hand. He withdrew it quickly, watching your face break into a smile as you recognised the drawing you’d complimented. ‘You like that one, right?’
‘Yeah.’ You nodded warmly.
‘Hey look…’ he shifted his feet and stuffed his hands in his back pockets, ‘Thanks, okay!’ He wouldn’t meet your eye, ‘No one’s ever offered to help me before and… and I was rude about the music… you were just really nice, okay?’
You hardly knew what to say, neither did he. ‘Let’s hope it pays off, huh?’ you managed with a small smile. This one he returned, getting the door for you and thanking you again and again.
Morning dew was falling, soaking the cuffs of your pyjama pants but despite the long shadows, you didn’t feel cold. You didn’t see Eddie’s eyes follow you from the doorway, all the way ‘til you rounded the corner of the row of trailers. Turning, he closed the door and flopped down on the sofa, still smiling.
Collapsing in your own room, your eyes ached with sudden tiredness. You pulled the covers around you, anxious to snatch an hour or so before your alarm went… beep beep beep!
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Bright sunlight stung your eyes. You bombed the test. You stumbled toward your locker, pressing your foggy head against the cool, soothing metal. Despite the fuss you’d made last night, it didn’t really matter. Your grades were good enough that one bad test wouldn’t make them slip, still it would have been nice to do well.
‘Hey!’ A voice echoed through the hubbub of students. You scrunched up your face against the sound, wishing you were tucked up in bed in the dark. ‘Hey!’ The voice called your name. With a groan you turned, forcing your eyes open and saw him, Eddie, pushing his way through the crowd with the biggest grin you’d ever seen plastered across his face. ‘Look!’ He said triumphantly shoving a piece of paper into your hand. He watched you eagerly, hands behind his back and bouncing on his heels like a child.
Your bleary eyes struggled to focus, ‘B… minus?’
‘Tadah!’ he threw his arms in the air. ‘It worked!’
You winced at his loud voice. ‘Sorry!’ he whisper-shouted, trying to contain his excitement, ‘But don’t you see? Your notes worked! I’ve never scored that high on anything! Ever!’ he was dancing with excitement and your face split into a smile. That test had meant so little to you but for him it was the world.
‘You’re a miracle worker!’ he dropped to his knees making you giggle, ‘How can I ever repay you?’
You pretended to think for a moment, shooting him a sleepy smile, ‘Turn your music down at night?’
‘Deal!’ he held out his hand.
You shook on it, then before you had time to think, he brought your hand to his lips and kissed it gently. ‘I really owe you one yah know?’ he murmured, looking up at you, his big brown eyes full of earnest gratitude.
For a moment you were breathless. He smiled nervously. Eddie Munson, worried he’d crossed a line! Your cheeks grew warm. He was still holding your hand and you didn’t want him to let go.
‘I um… I guess I could help you with some other subjects… if you wanted.’ Why did you say that? You berated yourself. Now he’d think you thought he was stupid and he wouldn’t want anything to do with you-
‘Would you really?’ he stood up, a smile spreading across his face, still holding your hand even now.
Your heart skipped a beat just looking at that smile.
‘Of course, I would!’
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Could I request maybe Steve or Billy or JJ (I’m so sorry I’m so indecisive) where you’re at a party and a guy is being strange and invading personal bubble and Steve/Billy/JJ (whichever) steps in and is like jealous but justifiably and is just protective or however you think they’d react?
I’m so sorry and I hope this is okay, this is my first time requesting something and I feel like I’m about to sweat from stress and nerves
Too Close For My Liking Man
JJ Maybank X F!Cameron!Reader
W/C - 1.0K
Summary - Some guy is invading your space and JJ doesn't approve.
Warnings - Angst, fluff, swearing, alcohol use and alcohol + drug mention and that's abt it i think!
You toss around in your bed sheets as you hear booming music over the speakers Rafe set up in the house. Fuck him. You had a test at school tomorrow and you did not need this. Rafe didn't understand, he fails school and Dad still pays him money for motorbike fuel and crack. You fail and he'll disown you. Rafe was so privileged, and you hated it with every bone in your body.
Your phone buzzes on the nightstand, you sigh and turn it on.
Sare-Bear 🐻
Babes, you need to come down here rn. Rafe is going to kill you.
Why?
Your little crush arrived.
Shit. Read 11:23 am
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You put a proper tight dress that you had for any occasion, you weren't about to show up in a baggy T-shirt and worn-out jeans. 'Your little crush arrived.' She meant JJ, a pouge. She was right, Rafe will kill you. As long as you reach JJ before he does. You put on heels and walk out of your room and down the stairs.
"Hey! Hey! Y/N! I was hoping to see you here!" JJ exclaims as he brushes your shoulder with his fingertips. "What the fuck are you doing here?!" You half yell, you grab his wrist and lead him into your bedroom.
"We're already in your room princess? I thought you would've had some drinks first before we got in this position." He smirks. You shake your head and try to not say something back like you usually would. He looks at your bookshelf and scans the books with his fingers. "Answer the question." You mutter out.
"Uh, I'm here because the pouge were having drinks at the chateau, right? Anyway, Kie and Pope went somewhere and John B, I don't even fucking know, but I turned on the TV and started thinking about us!" He explains and you tilt your head ever so slightly at him. "In what way?"
"Well, we flirt, all the fucking time right, so what if we were more." He asks, taking a step closer to you, you were still at the door, fingers crossed no one will come in and ask why you had a man-whore of a pouge in your room. "Uh, two things, one, my dad will kill me, two, Rafe would kill both of us."
"But I just think that you're so pretty and th-""Look, JJ, I really am flattered, but we will never work, you're a pouge, I'm a kook and my parents and sibling will kill my ass." You interrupt him and he nods. He looks so sad; you would do anything just to make this moment never exist. Fuck the test tomorrow you just broke a friendship with someone who meant some much to you and as what he is saying to you makes so much sense to your heart it doesn't as much to your brain.
He steps closer to you and places a kiss on your lips so softly and breaks the kiss. You really wanted more, but you wanted alcohol more now. "Bye, Y/N." JJ mumbles as he leaves. Shit. Shit. Shit. You wish with everything that you could retake those words and never of said them in the first place. You wish that you let him finish his goddamned sentence.
You slowly walk out of your room and down the stairs. You walk into the kitchen and find a bottle of Malibu and slowly pour out shots for yourself until a guy comes around and slowly starts making small talk with you. "So, what are you doing all alone?" He asks you.
"I actually live here for your information." You slur. He smirks at your remarks and cups your elbow. He tries to pull you in, but you push away. "Have you had one to many, princess? I didn't know you lived here." You sigh and push off the counter and try to go to the bathroom, but he stops you and holds your waist.
As soon as he said princess, that's when you wanted nothing to do with him. It reminded you too much of the friend you just lost about thirty minutes prior to when he came around. Fuck, you really couldn't get out of talking to him, could you?
"So, are you dating someone? Or are you mine for the taking?" The guy asks and you nod your head. He was holding your waist hard, too hard. You wanted to disappear and never see him again, but as soon as you try pull away, his grasp on you grows stronger.
"I'm-""Taken. By me, so please, step away, you're standing too close for my liking man." You hear JJ say, the look on the creeps' face as he backs away from you and JJ takes you to your own bedroom. You hug him as soon as the door closes and your press a kiss to his forehead. "Thank you so much, I don't know what I would've done without you." You whisper in his ear. As soon as you back away, your eyes go to his lips and his hands slither around your waist. Your lips hover inches away from each other's as you decide to break the gap and kiss him. Your arms twine around his neck and you giggle as you both break the kiss.
"I think we might just make it after all." You smile
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Vegeta Comfort After a Bad Day Headcanons | Vegeta x Reader |
author's note: this is nothing but self-indulgence, i've been having a less-than-stellar time due to irl things and not being able to finish a story lately has been bringing me down more
pairing: vegeta x fem!reader
Vegeta isn't the most in tune with feelings, including his own
So he doesn't realize you're upset until you order out for dinner, rather than cooking for him like you always do
He approaches you with crossed arms and a scowl
"Have I done something wrong?"
"No, Vegeta. I just don't feel like cooking tonight."
Your voice has no energy in it and you're curled up on the couch, blankly staring at the tv while it plays a commercial
"And why not? You promised me my favorite tonight."
You sigh softly and adjust the blanket around you. "I know. I'm an awful wife and I deserve nothing. Go marry Bulma."
That's what raises his alarm bells
"I don't want Bulma, I want you! And right now, you are not yourself."
"Sorry for the inconvenience." You shove your face into a throw pillow.
Vegeta sighs. Evidently you are sad, and don't seem to be returning to your normal self anytime soon
So he goes upstairs and changes into his comfy clothes, which is just sweatpants and a tank top
When he comes back to you, he lifts your feet up and sits down, setting them on his lap and starting to rub them, his thumbs pressing into each knot you've built up after your long day at work wearing high heels
"You work too hard." He grumbles.
"I have to make money for us to live happily."
"Hmph." Personally he'd be happy no matter where you two lived, but you were dead set on having this two-story home
You just sigh and close your eyes. Work was terrible; no policies sold and your boss had been breathing down your neck about it, threatening to take your bonus away, and you really needed that bonus to pay off your car note
Vegeta keeps massaging, moving down the couch a tad and working his fingers against your strung-out calves and thighs. "It's time for a vacation."
You snort. "What's the point? Every time we go somewhere, you train during most of it. Or have to go save the world. Or die."
Vegeta frowns. "Well if it means ruining your vacation to keep you alive, I find it well worth it."
"Yeah, well, too risky for me."
Vegeta bites down on his tongue. "Woman, I am trying to make you feel better."
You sigh. "I know, I know... I'm sorry. I just feel awful."
"You are forgiven." Vegeta mumbles, remembering all the times he's snapped at you while feeling bad about something
He keeps massaging your legs until there's no more leg to rub, and then pulls you fully onto his lap
You waste no time in curling up against him, pressing your face into his muscled chest
Vegeta clasps his hands together once they've met around your hips, watching tv until the doorbell rings, signaling dinner's arrival
He stands, still holding you up with a single hand and retrieves the pizzas with ease. He makes it back to the couch, right where he was moments ago and opens the first of the boxes
His fingers supporting your back gently rub against your skin while he takes his first bite
You turn your head, listening to his heartbeat and sneak a bite of his slice
Vegeta scoffs and looks down at you. "Troublesome girl."
he feeds you two slices though
Eventually you're fast asleep, snoring gently and drooling on his shirt
Vegeta shakes his head just a tad and gives you a squeeze, adjusting himself to be laying on the couch with you on top of him
He hates to see you so tired and upset after running yourself ragged for 40 hours a week minimum
He'll prod you more about a vacation tomorrow, and do his best not to die during this one
But for now he will just hold you, and eventually he himself falls asleep
You come to again when he's already fast asleep
oh he's so cute when he's asleep
You press a wet kiss to his neck and snuggle further into him, grabbing the blanket you bought specifically for occasions like these from over the top of the couch and drape it over you and your husband
Vegeta murmurs some nonsense sleep-talk and tightens his hold on you, and you're just glad you don't have to pee
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MMMM I love toxic yuri drama >:DDDc
English:
Kaon – a dark and cold city almost every day. Rain fell there at least once every few days, as it always followed its routine, covering the entire city and its surroundings.
But today, the weather was exceptionally unfortunate. Strongarm sat on the steps of her school dorm, fingers tightly interlocked and raindrops gently dripping from the roof onto her leather boots.
Thousands of thoughts crossed her mind, questioning if the decision she had made was the right one. "I wanted things to be good in the end," she explained to herself in her own head.
With all her strength, she closed her eyes and buried her head between her knees.
"Everything will be okay," she thought aloud. "It's Nightra... She has to understand... Surely, I can somehow fix this! Yes!"
She quickly stood up.
"Tomorrow, I'll go to the headmaster and explain the situation! I'll rely on logical arguments, my father’s position, and... and somehow it will work out..." She wiped her face with her hand and sighed loudly, as if expelling the remnants of ideas on how to fix the situation with her beloved.
Suddenly, her phone vibrated again; it was her father - Ultra Magnus. The news of Nightra being expelled from the academy had already spread rapidly, especially since her father had compelled the principal to inform him about anything related to his daughter. Strongarm merely furrowed her brows and immediately rejected yet another of the dozen calls from her father. She silenced the phone, then forcefully shoved it into her pocket as if wanting the whole world to leave her alone.
She stared at the courtyard in front of the dorm, wondering what to do, when slowly her makeup began to run down her face.
Suddenly, the loud bang of dark wooden doors echoed, and the girl who had closed them sighed quietly, putting her bags filled with things from her room on herself, opening an umbrella, and walking ahead.
That girl was Nightra, with a sour expression and a fixed gaze on the ground, not even starting a conversation.
Strongarm almost threw herself at her in despair.
"Nightra!" She yelled, grabbing her girlfriend's arms. "Listen, I know you can be angry, I'm aware, but you know well I just couldn't do it. If my father found out-"
"Could you just shut up?" Nightra easily broke free from her grasp. "Is your ‘love’ for that stuck-up old man so important that you couldn't do one little thing for your girlfriend? It’s absolutely understandable."
"No, Nightra, it's not that simple, you know that!" She grabbed the back of her neck. "I just don't want to disappoint him! He sacrificed so much for me, and he has so much hope in me... I just... I can't let him down! But that doesn't mean I don't love you! Please Nightra, I can fix this!"
"In what way do you plan to fix the fact that you blamed me for everything?"
"Tomorrow, I'll go to that awful principal and convince him it's a big misunderstanding! I'll even call my father to persuade him, and everything should be okay!" She laughed nervously. "Of course, you'll still have to face consequences, and for a while, my father probably won't let me contact you, but surely-"
"Are you kidding me, Regs?" Nightra looked at Strongarm with disgust. "You dragged me into this because you didn't want to break the rules and your awful father trust. I got expelled from the academy because of you and in your greatful plan I’m gonna get punished, while you wash your hands of it and disappear until the situation calms down! You're awful."
Those words shook Strongarm to the core. She felt weak and disgusted by the whole situation, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes.
"Please, Nightra! I'm not like that, you know it well. It's about my father, and even if I didn't have to worry about him... I couldn't take responsibility for you. It-it's just wrong."
"Typical Regs... When you want something, everyone brings it to you on a silver platter. But when I, your girlfriend, ask you for something important, you treat me like garbage. Typical rich daddy's girl."
Nightra headed towards the building's gates where security was already waiting to escort her to the academy's limits. She didn't look back at Strongarm or utter a single word.
Strongarm was trembling, tears streaming down her cheeks, mixing with the rain and makeup. She clenched her fist with all her might.
"Nightra... I beg you. Don't leave me like this... not in this way... please..."
The girl just walked ahead, not looking back at Strongarm.
Polish:
Kaon- ciemne i zimne miasto niemalże każdego dnia. Deszcz padający tam co najmniej raz na kilka dni, jak zawsze powtarzał swoją rutynę ogarniając cały obszar miasta jak i w okół niego.
Ale dzisiaj, to było wyjątkowo niefortunna pogoda.
Strongarm siedziała na schodach akademika jej szkoły, palce miała ściśle splecione, a krople deszczu delikatnie skapywały z dachu na jej skórzane buty.
Tysiące myśli przechodziły przez jej głowę, czy na pewno decyzją którą podjęła była tą słuszną, "w końcu chciałam dobrze", tłumaczyła tak sobie we własnej głowie.
Z całej swojej siły zacisnęła powieki i schowała głowę między kolanami.
"Wszystko będzie okej" pomyślała na głos. "To Nightra...! Musi to zrozumieć...! Na pewno da się to jeszcze jakoś odkręcić! Tak!"
Szybko się podniosła.
"Jutro pójdę do dyrektora i wyjaśnię tą sytuację! Powołam się na logiczne argumenty, pozycję mojego ojca i... i jakoś to będzie..." przetarła swoją dłonią twarz i głośno westchnęła, jakby wyrzucała z siebie resztki pomysłów jak naprawić tą sytuację z jej ukochaną.
Nagle znowu jej telefon zawibrował, to był jej ojciec- Ultra Magnus. Już informacje się rozniosły o wyrzuceniu Nightry z akademii w trybie wręcz ekspresowym, zwłaszcza od kiedy jej ojciec zmusił dyrektora by informować go na każdy temat związany z jego córką. Strongarm jedynie zmarszczyła brwi i odrzuciła natychmiast kolejne z kilkunastu już wcześniej odrzuconych połączeń od jej ojca. Wyciszyła telefon, po czym z całej siły wepchnęła go do kieszeni jakby chciała, żeby cały świat ją zostawił.
Wbiła swój wzrok w posadzkę przed akademikiem i zastanawiała się co zrobić, kiedy powoli jej makijaż zaczął spływać z jej twarzy.
Nagle głośny trzask ciemnych drewnianych drzwi rozbrzmiał, a dziewczyna która je zamknęła cicho westchnęła założyła swoje torby wypełnione rzeczami z jej pokoju na siebie, otworzyła parasol i ruszyła przed siebie.
Tą dziewczyną była Nightra, miała cały czas skwaszoną minę i wbity wzrok w ziemię, by nie zaczynać nawet rozmowy.
Strongarm wręcz się prawie na nią rzuciła w rozpaczy.
"Nightra!" Krzyknęła i chwyciła za ramiona swoją dziewczynę, "Posłuchaj, ja wiem, że możesz się gniewać, jestem tego świadoma, ale wiesz dobrze, że nie mogłam tego zrobić, jakby mój stary się dowiedział-"
"Weź się może zamknij, co?" Wyrwała się z jej uchwytu z łatwością." Aż tak ci zależy na miłości tego stetryczałego dziada, że nie mogłaś zrobić tylko jednej małej rzeczy dla swojej dziewczyna, rozumiem, czaje."
"Nie Nightra, to nie tak dobrze to wiesz!" Chwyciła za swój kark. "Ja po prostu nie chcę go zawieść! Tyle dla mnie poświęcił i tyle nadziei we mnie pokłada... ja po prostu... ja go nie mogę zawieść! Ale to nie znaczy, że cię nie kocham, błagam cię Nightra, ja to potrafię odkręcić!"
"Niby w jaki sposób chcesz odkręcić fakt, że zwaliłaś na mnie całą winę?"
"Jutro pójdę do tego starego dziada i przekonam go, że to nieporozumienie! Jeszcze zadzwonię po mojego ojca żeby go przekonał i powinno być wszystko okej!" Zaśmiała się zestresowana. "Oczywiście będziesz musiała nadal dostać karę i na jakiś czas pewnie moj ojciec nie pozwoli mi się z tobą kontaktować, ale na pewno-"
"Żartujesz sobie ze mnie Regs?" Spojrzała na Stongarm z obrzydzeniem. "Wpakowałaś mnie w ten syf, bo nie chciałaś złamać raz zasad i zawieść zaufania twojego ojczulka, przez co wyrzucili mnie przez ciebie z akademii i w twoim przegenialnym planie mam jeszcze dostać potem nie wiadomo jaką karę, kiedy ty sobie umyjesz od tego rączki i znikniesz z obrazka póki sytuacja się nie uspokoi? Jesteś okropna."
Strongarm aż wstrząsy te słowa. Czuła się słabo i obrzydliwie przez tą całą sytuację, a do kącików jej oczu napłynęły łzy.
"Błagam cię Nightra! Ja nie jestem taka, wiesz o tym dobrze. Tu chodzi o mojego ojca, poza tym nawet gdybym nie musiała się nim martwić... nie mogłabym wziąć za ciebie odpowiedzialności i tak... To po prostu niewłaściwe."
"Typowa Regs... Kiedy ty czegoś chcesz wszyscy ci to przyniosą w zębach, kiedy ja- twoja dziewczyna, proszę cię o tak ważna dla siebie rzecz, ty traktujesz mnie jak śmiecia. Typowa bogata córeczka tatusia."
Nightra ruszyła do bram budynku gdzie już czekała na nią ochrona by ją odprowadzić do granic akademii. Nie obejrzała się w stronę Strongarm, ani się nie odezwała chodźby najmniejszym słowem.
Strongarm była roztrzęsiona, łzy płynęły je po policzkach i mieszały się z deszczem i makijażem. Z całej siły zacisnęła swoją pięść.
"Nightra... Błagam cię. Nie zostawiaj mnie tak... nie w taki sposób... proszę..."
Dziewczyna jedynie szła przed siebie, nie patrząc już na swoją byłą dziewczynę.
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Besides, I watched this one and only episode with Nightra and god I forgot how this episode is good! I love it! like fr one of my fav ep of whole series!!! I love how Bee gave Sides ban for bazooka
and after he wanted to do something stupid said how stupid it is and they won't ever do it at home
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Battle Of The Knights Alt Ending 4: There Are No Winners
Pairing: Moonknight trio x Reader
Word Count: 1.3k
Warnings: eh no one's vibing here lol
Genre: this one is angst
Summary: "So let me get this straight, you all like me, so you each want to take me on a date and let me decide what to do after?" You can't believe the words you're hearing even as you repeat them back.
What happens when the relationships you've built with Marc and his two alters are turned on their heads by a proposition that is anything but simple? How can they expect you to risk blowing up the carefully crafted dynamic you've worked so hard to create? And why do you agree to such an insane suggestion?
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There is no good choice. You've been thinking it over and over every day now and you can't see any decision going well. You can't possibly be expected to pick a favorite. That's what this is basically, picking a favorite person. At least that's what it feels like and you do not want to do that. How could you? No, there were too many unpredictable factors to try and choose one.
Hey guys, I made a choice. We should meet up when you all have a chance.
Their response comes quicker than you were expecting. Barely a few minutes pass before your phone dings with a message.
Sure, why don't we grab lunch tomorrow? We can go to our usual spot. -Marc
Good. Somewhere neutral. It'll make things easier. At least a little bit.
Works for me. Is 2 okay for time?
That's usually what time you guys would grab lunch there on the days you go so you can't imagine it'd be a problem but between the three of them- scheduling can be madness.
Two is perfect. See you then. -Marc
Great.
The next day you have to actively stop yourself from leaving extremely early to meet them. You're so anxious to get through this conversation that you were ready way before you needed to be and that left you with nothing to do but mull over how much you're dreading it until it's a reasonable time to leave. When you get to the cafe you're meeting at, they're already sitting at a table. You walk over and when they spot you they stand.
"Y/n, you made it." It's Marc that greets you with a smile and you hug him as you reply.
"Yeah! Hey, good to see you." You say taking a seat in the chair he wasn't in before you entered.
"Well duh we're like this." Marc crosses two fingers to indicate your closeness and you chuckle.
"Yeah, I guess we are pretty close." You hum.
"I went ahead and ordered for us since we got here early, courtesy of Steven, they should be calling it out soon so I wanna wait that way we're not like interrupted." Marc tells you.
"Oh yeah no problem we can wait. Thanks for ordering." You smile although you literally do not have the appetite for this lunch despite it being one of your favorites. It only takes a minute or two for them to call Marc's name and he jogs up to the counter to retrieve your meals and bring them back.
"And the food has arrived." He announces as he sets down your bag in front of you and sits down again.
"Indeed it has." You smile popping open the bag to pick at your fries. You don't want to open the sandwich you always get just yet because if this conversation goes as horribly as you're worried it will you'll want to be able to grab your lunch and leave.
"Alright, decision day, right?" Marc prompts as he pulls out his food and starts unwrapping things.
"Right." You nod.
"You know I have to admit I didn't think you'd really use the whole three weeks when you said it at the end of our date." Marc says before taking a bite of his sandwich.
"Yeah, well- you guys gave me a lot to think about. I had to make sure I made the right decision. But I'm sure the waiting was killer. Especially with how y'all can be." You muse.
"How we can be?! Rude!" He protests.
"Maybe but it's not incorrect." You shrug.
"I resent that." His eyes narrow at you.
"Oh I'm sure you do." You scoff. Marc chuckles and you allow his laughter to die down while you settle your nerves before speaking again. "I love you guys, you know that, right?"
"Of course. And we love you." Marc says without missing a beat.
"Then... I hope you'll understand when I say I won't- pick one of you." You say shakily. Marc freezes in the middle of putting down his sandwich at your words.
"What?"
"I had- a lot of fun with you, each of you, but I can't date any of you. I love you, really but this just- we work well as we are and I don't want to change that." You say. There's a long pause where Marc is frowning at- nothing in particular, he's not looking at you and after over a minute passes you stand up, assuming he needs space to process things.
"If you weren't going to choose to be with one of us why go through the trouble of doing any of this?" It's Jake's voice that stops you from standing all the way.
"What?"
"If you weren't going to choose any of us what was the point of doing all of this at all?"
"It's what you asked me to do. I did exactly what you asked. Go on a date with each of you and make a decision after that. You don't like my decision and I can understand that. You don't have to like it but it's my choice and you will respect it, Jake. I expect at least that much from you."
"So all of this was just to appease us- because we asked?" Jake looks at you, practically glares at you.
"Of course it was. Look I had a lot of fun with you all really I did- but you all are a unit that I have no desire to split up in any way and you all plus me work really well- the way we are now. I don't want to mess that up either. I like the way things are." You say meeting his stare head on. As worried as you were about all of this you refuse to let Jake intimidate you.
"It sounds like you're scared. We put ourselves out there to you and you can't be bothered to risk doing the same?!"
"It's not about that Jake. I care about all of you and I have no interest in seeing things shift. If- this decision is what destroys our friendship if you- can't speak to me anymore because I refuse to choose between you, I can live with it. I'd rather lose all of you at once now than lose you one at a time." You say calmly.
"Why is that the only outcome you see?"
"I've spent the past 3 weeks going over every possible way this ends- there are too many not good possibilities. I don't like the odds. I understand that you're upset and I will give you space to deal with that." You shake your head.
"And what if we don't want to see you again?" Jake asks harshly. You don't allow that flash of hurt you feel to simmer as you answer him.
"I will respect that choice." You say, slowly, because as much as you try to mask it the idea does hurt you to think about.
"Y/n- wait. Jake- he's upset, we all are- but he doesn't mean that. We'd never-"
"Don't speak in absolutes. And don't speak for him. He might not get over this and he doesn't have to. It's okay if he- never wants to talk to me again." You cut off Steven's frantic attempts at defusing the situation.
"He'll come around. You know he will- he's never been able to stay mad at you." Steven says.
"This is different Steven. I think he feels particularly betrayed. He doesn't- feelings aren't something he allows himself and the one time he did- it backfired. The door is always open for him but- he may not want to speak to me again and that's okay too, but I'll always be around if he does."
"Y/n-"
"I- I should go but I'll see you around. I love you by the way. All of you. I'm sorry things didn't go the way you hoped." You say grabbing your lunch and darting out of the place before Steven can try more placating. This played out about as well as you expected but you feel you made the best choice for you and that's all that should matter. Right?
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"You're the boss."
CEO/Boss Dutch Van Der Linde x female reader
Total words 3,721
Work has been really stressful recently god how badly you just want it to be over so you can go home and have a nice hot bath. You were typing on your computer faster than usual hoping that if you worked faster the day would end quicker, but it didn't it just wore your fingers out. Hours went by, and your coworkers started to leave the building one by one. You sat there finishing your last assignment before your office phone rang. You sighed before answering. "Hello?" "Hello miss." The lady on the other side of the phone had a sweet voice. You were confused for a second until you realized it was Mr. Van Der Linde's assistant. "Mr. Van der Linde said that he needed to see you in his office as soon as possible." "Okay, let him know I'll be up in just a minute." "Will do." She hung up the phone and you quickly finished typing on your computer before heading upstairs.You were created by his assistant. "Right this way, miss." You followed her down the hallway until you reached his door. She knocked on the door and waited until he told you to enter. He waved for her to leave and you entered his office. It was a very fancy office, his desk was dark wood and there were two leather chairs in front of it. They went perfectly together. "Good evening miss." His voice was deep and it sent shivers down your spine. The dimmed lights made the office more ominous. "Take a seat, I have something I need to discuss with you." You took a deep breath and sat down in one of the chairs in front of him. He closed his laptop and looked you up and down, you fixed your skirt and crossed your legs as you felt his eyes practically burn a hole through you. He cleared his throat before speaking. "Are you doing anything Friday night?" "What?" You were confused about what he just said. "Are you free Friday night? There's an office event and I planned on asking my best employee to go with me as my plus one." His words echoed through your head and you took a second before replying. "Uh no, I'm not. Why me though?" "Like I mentioned I wanted to take my best employee." "Oh okay. Where is the event happening and what is the event exactly?" "It's a dance, and it's at the office for a fundraiser for the local hospital. I just thought bringing one of my best employees would look really good on our part especially since there will be other companies there as well." "That's nice, yeah I'll be able to go. Is there anything that you want me to wear, like any specific color?" "Wear something nice, in red or black just so we'd match. Everyone and their plus ones are going to be matching." "Okay, I can do that." "I'll call you on Friday." "Sounds good to me. Do you need anything else?" "No, you're free for the night."
You started to get up out of the chair. "Goodnight Mr. Van der Linde." Once you were out of his office you let out a sigh of relief. You walked back to your office and grabbed your coat and bag before leaving the building. The cool autumn air caused your body to shiver. You got in your car and drove home. You were too tired to cook so you just ordered a pizza and laid on the couch for most of the night before taking a shower and going to sleep. The next day consisted of working and doing your normal routine. You were in the kitchen starting supper before your phone rang. It was an unknown number. You hated answering them but sometimes it was for work even though it was on your personal cell. "Hello?" You heard someone who you weren't quite expecting it was Mr. Van der Linde. "Hello dear." "Hello, sir. Is something going on?" "Not exactly, I was hoping you would want to come shopping with me for Friday night, I'll buy your dress since I'm going with you, it'll be my treat." "Are you sure? You don't really have to do this." "Yes, I'm sure. Tomorrow after work meet me in my office I'll let Alana know that you'll be coming to my office so you won't have to wait or get lectured by her." You laughed. "Sounds good. I'll see you tomorrow." "See you then." He hung up the phone, you stood there in your kitchen looking around trying to process what just happened.
Your boss just asked you to go dress shopping with him for the event he'd be taking you to. Why did this feel weird? You brushed it off as a kind gesture from your boss. You finished cooking and took your food to the living room so you could sit down and watch a movie while you ate. You scrolled through practically every streaming service you had until you finally found something to watch. You cleaned up the dishes and tidied up the kitchen and living room before heading to your bedroom. You lay in your bed staring at the ceiling lost in thought about this whole situation with Mr. Van der Linde. Why me? Is this a date? Why'd he offer to take me dress shopping? Thousands of thoughts ran through your brain. You did find him attractive but every woman in that office did. But it wasn't going to be a date, right? That would be unprofessional on both ends. You shook that thought out of your head and grabbed the book that was on your nightstand hoping that if you read some you'd fall asleep quicker and it worked.
The next day went well. You went to the office and your work day went smoother than usual. Everyone wasn't on edge. Some of the girls were talking about the dance that night and what they were wearing and whatnot. You were talking with some of your coworkers and you felt your phone vibrating in your pocket. You pulled it out and it was an unknown number. You excused yourself and answered the phone "Hello?" "I'm about to head out, are you ready to go?" It was Mr Van der Linde "I still have an hour left of my shift." "It'll be fine, I'll get Alana to check you out at the end of your shift and you can come with me now." "Are you sure that we won't get in trouble?" "We'll be fine." "Okay I'll take your word for it, I'll grab my stuff and come up now." "Sounds good." He hung the phone up and you grabbed your stuff before heading towards the elevator. "Hey wait up!" The woman's Irish accent was very strong and you knew who it was as soon as she spoke. "Hi Molly what's up?" She clicked the button to call the elevator down. "Are you going to the dance tonight?" "Yeah, I am." The elevator doors opened and you both stepped inside. "Who are you going with?" You paused before answering because you couldn't tell her who you were going with because for one he was your boss and two he was Molly's ex. "Oh I'm just going alone, what about you?" "I was going to see if Dutch would go with me. We've been talking again and maybe he'll go with me." "It's good that you guys are talking again." She nodded. The elevator stopped and you guys walked out Molly waved goodbye to you as walked down the hallway on your left, and you walked down the opposite hallway. You were walking up to Alana's desk before someone grabbed your hand from behind. It caused you to jump. "Jesus!" He laughed. "Alana agreed to the call-off thing so we're good to leave." "Okay well, we best get going now. Don't want anyone thinking anything is happening between us." You noticed that you were still holding onto his hand so you let it go. Dutch and you walked out the building, dodging eyes from your coworkers. Dutch drove down the road a bit before turning into the parking lot of one of the fanciest shops in your whole city. Once you walked in the store was like a closet that you'd see in a princess movie, the walls were full of dresses and suits of all different shapes and sizes. A nice lady walked towards the two of you. She offered to take you to try on some dresses while Dutch shopped for a suit. You looked at some of the dresses with the lady until you came across a beautiful black dress that had a slit going up to your thigh. You tried the dress on and you instantly fell in love with it. You told the lady that this was the dress you were going to buy and you handed the dress for her to bag. You were waiting at the little seating area for the lady to come back with your dress but then you saw Dutch.It seemed he was waiting for you. He had a box and he handed it to you, you opened it, and it. Inside was a pair of shoes. They were black high heels and the outsole of them was deep red, they were beautiful. They looked really expensive too but you felt wrong rejecting them especially since they were a gift. "Wow, thank you, these are beautiful." He chuckled. "No problem. Did you find a dress you liked?" "Yes I did, it's pretty simple but I like it." "I bet it'll look amazing. Can't wait to see it." The lady who was with you while you were picking out your dress walked into the room holding two bags, one with your dress and one with Dutch's suit or whatever he ended up buying. Dutch paid for the stuff and you two were on the way back to the office so you could get your car and drive home. "Thank you for everything today Mr Van der Linde." "Dutch is fine my dear. And you're welcome, thank you for agreeing to come with me tomorrow night." "Thank you for inviting me." You smiled at him before exiting the car. You got into your car and drove home feeling so many different ways.
"God. Why am I feeling butterflies right now? I shouldn't be he's my boss." You groaned as you walked into the kitchen. You didn't even bother eating, you were already exhausted so you got changed and went straight to bed. The next morning you woke up early got a shower and got ready for work. You went to the. Coffee shop before you went to the office and grabbed yourself a coffee and a box of donuts for the office. You walked into the office and placed the box on the big table in the staff room. The work day was over an hour and a half early because people had to prepare for the dance. Your work day flew by quicker than usual so once your day was over you went home and started getting ready. You did your best to look your best. You didn't want to embarrass Dutch or make him look bad. You curled your hair and put on your dress and the heels that Dutch gifted you. You were checking yourself in the mirror and god, you looked breathtaking. You checked the time and realized that it was time to leave. You walked out into the autumn evening. It was nice out but there was a little breeze. The drive was pretty quiet. You didn't even turn on the radio. It felt nice to be in a quiet space before having to go to a party.
You walked out into the autumn evening. It was nice out but there was a little breeze. The drive was pretty quiet. You didn't even turn on the radio. It felt nice to be in a quiet space before having to go to a party. As you pulled into the parking lot the building was dark other than the first level floor. You took a deep breath before entering the building. The building was lively, music was playing, people were drinking and it seemed like it was going to be a good night. You looked around for anyone to talk to. Dutch was nowhere to be spotted so you walked over to the table grabbed a cup of punch and continued to walk around. You felt someone touch your shoulder and you turned around quickly and noticed that it was Abigail and John. "Hi, guys!" You spoke a little louder because the music was loud. "How's your night going so far?" "It's going well." "Who are you here with?" John asked. You looked around and then back at him before responding. "Oh… I'm alone tonight. I didn't come with anyone." "Well, we'll let you mingle, have a good night if we don't see you anymore." Abigail said before she and John walked into the crowd. You walked around looking for Dutch. You looked around for about 10 or 15 minutes before giving up and leaning on one of the walls in the hallway by the main elevator. You stood there sipping on the punch and listening to the different sounds. A couple of minutes go by and you hear the elevator ding as it reaches the floor. You noticed a woman walk out and it wasn't until she walked by. You noticed that curly red hair from a mile away. It was Molly. You walked to the elevator almost as if your body was on autopilot mode. You pressed the button to go up the floor that Dutch's office was on. Once you stepped out of the elevator you noticed a light at the end of the hallway. It was coming from Dutch's office. Your heels were clicking on the floor as you walked, it was almost intimidating. You looked into Dutch's office and noticed he was sitting at his desk so you knocked on his door. His eyes met yours and he smiled. "Wow, you look amazing." He said as he looked you up and down. "Thank you. You don't look that bad yourself." You laughed as you walked into his office. "Why are you up here? You're missing the whole party." "Had some important stuff going on and then Molly came up and started going on and on." "Oh okay then." You took a seat down in one of the chairs in front of the desk. "Why are you up here anyways?" "I was just looking for you." "Want a drink?" He reached into the bottom drawer of the filing cabinet and pulled out a bottle of whiskey and two glasses. "Do you just keep a bottle in here at all times?" You laughed a little bit. "I got a very annoying ex that works in the same building as me so yes." He chuckled a bit and started pouring a glass of whiskey. "You want one?" "Sure why not"
He handed you a glass and got up out of his seat and walked over to the big window. You took a sip and admired him hoping he wouldn't look back and catch you staring. He looked so handsome in the moonlight. "Come here. Stand with me and look at this view." Dutch spoke. You got up and stood next to him. The view was absolutely beautiful. The city looked so different from that angle. "This view is amazing." "It looks so much better in the night, the day it just looks normal." You and Dutch stood there sipping on your drinks and admiring the view. The fact that Dutch was so close to you made you feel special. You admired Dutch for years even when he was with Molly but you never expected it to last that long you were wrong. Ever since you first did research about your workplace you'd see photos of Dutch all over the work website and the first time you met him in person you practically had to hold your jaw so it wouldn't hang open. Being in this setting now and being this close to him made your stomach flutter. Sometimes you'd even imagine him while you lay in bed at night. Before you knew it Dutch grabbed your side and pulled you closer to him. You turned your head quickly and made eye contact with him. "You alright?" He asks. "Yeah, I just wasn't expecting it." You awkwardly laughed. "Want me to let go?" "No, this is nice." You smiled. You both stand there enjoying each other's presents you love the feeling of being this close to him it's so much better than you imagined. Dutch started to move his thumb which was resting on your hip and just that slight movement made your heart skip a beat. Being this close with your boss was wrong but it felt so right. You and Dutch had a few more glasses and after a little while passed you both were really tipsy. You both were sitting in the chairs that faced Dutch’s desk. When you drink you get really touchy so you couldn't keep your hands off him, when you are sober you barely touch anyone but as soon as you get that sweet liquor in your system you completely change and you also can't keep quiet. “You wanna know something?” you say leaning on the arm of the chair you were sitting in. “What?” Dutch tilts his head and looks at you. “I've thought about you so many times. In so many different ways.” “Have you now?” Dutch takes a sip of his drink waiting for your response. “Mhm, but you are my boss so I tried to stop thinking about you but it didn't work. If I'm being honest I've always had a thing for you, You are extremely attractive, respectf-” Your words get cut short due to Dutch grabbing your face and making you face him. “No need to say anymore. Want me to take care of you? Tend to your needs?” You can't seem to find words but your mouth still hangs open. He stands up and picks you up from your chair but your hips and brings you to a standing position. You stand in front of Dutch and look up at him he is smirking at you which causes your face to heat up you are already flushed but you most definitely are bright red right now. “What do you say? Want me to tend to your needs?” “Please.” That all he needed, he picked you up and started kissing down your neck he placed you gently on the desk still kissing down your neck, you let out a few moans when he hit your sensitive spots, and that caused him to start sucking leaving little red and purple marks all down your neck. He slowly started to pull down the straps of your dress his cold rings caressing your skin causes your body to jerk. He pulled your dress down to your waist. “God, you're so beautiful.”
Dutch takes a step back admiring the beauty that was right in front of him. It doesn't take you long to reach your arms out and pull Dutch towards you. Your lips and his were intertwined his hands explored your body undoing your bra and tossing it to the side. He pushed you on the desk causing everything on the desk to move he didn't seem to care. His hands dropped down to unzip his pants. The kiss finally broke and you pushed his hands away so you could undo this zipper. You hooked his pants and boxers and pulled them down to his knees letting his cock free. Dutch hikes your dress up to your hips and spreads your legs apart. He pushed your panties to the side and ran a finger in between your wet folds, it sent chills down your spine. He pulls his finger away and sucked it clean. “You taste as sweet as you look.” Those words sent heat to your core. He ran the head of his cock through your folds before lining it up with your entrance. “You sure you want this?” You nodded your head quickly before he sunk into you. It was a stretch You've never taken someone who was the same size as Dutch he was much longer and thicker than everyone you've been with in the past. Dutch reached all of the spots you never even knew existed. “You alright darling? Want me to move?” “Mhm.” You said biting back a moan. He started to move in and out, you arched your back and Dutch grabbed on your hips, taking control. Dutch was hitting all of the spots you felt your climax growing quickly and you could feel he was getting close too. "I'm getting close darlin where do you want it?" You were quick to answer. "I'm on the pill.” He nodded and continued to thrust into you. Your climax rolls over you and you grasp Dutch and pull him close digging your head into his shoulder. Dutch lets out a deep groan and you can feel him finish inside of you, you feel full. As he pulls out of you pull your head out of his shoulder and look at him good thing you wore waterproof makeup because if you didn't you would be regretting it by now. He reaches around your body, grabs the box of tissues and starts to wipe up the mess between your thighs. Dutch made sure you looked presentable before you left the office. He fixed your hair and even slid your heels back on your feet. Your knees were so weak you couldn't stand. Dutch guides you by your back down the hallway making your way to the elevator. You were praying that no one was in the elevator. When the elevator stopped you stepped inside and clicked the button to go down to the first floor. “You wanna do this again sometime?” “Up to you, you're the boss.” He just smiled, the elevator dinged signaling that it reached the floor. Dutch helped guide you outside the elevator and you looked around the room and you felt jealous green eyes burning into your skin from across the room, you shook it off and continued to spend the night with Dutch mingling with your other coworkers and their partners.
I hope you enjoyed. I've had major writers block untill today and almost all of it the was wrote months ago so if the tone sounds different that's why.
Goodbye for now ❤️
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