#( !!!! KIRAS ASS DOES NOT COUNT !!!!!!!!!!! )

[kokoronohiroi]

okuyasu whenever he sees a blonde: what if i stare endlessly

[prncessjaeger]

every girl gets her wish ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

ღsyponosis: eren’s pink obsessed spoiled!gf goes to the mall!

ღan: idk this is kind of a selfship then again idk, anyways song inspo for title: every man gets his wish

ღcw: suggestive ending but that’s it.

“baby, you think this top is cute?” you held up a pink longsleeved shirt and showed it off to eren, who was currently on the phone with his co-workers talking about boring business bullshit, “hm yeah but it’s pink…again-” “so?” your lips formed a pout, knowing he might not even buy the shirt (mainly cause you already have like 3 similar ones in your closet but who’s counting?) and that saddened you deeply. “soo you should pick the grey one, goes well with those pink patricia pants right?”

“they’re called priscilla pants and i mean yeah they do, but i wanna do pink on pink though…” your pout was evident and eren knew this tactic from a mile away…but he couldn’t just keep you sad all day, so! he sighed and grabbed the shirt, adding it to the pile with all the other clothes you’ve chosen. “so i can get it?!” “just keep looking for things you want, i’ll be at the front waiting.” he walked away, clothes in hand and you smirked to yourself, knowing you got your way once again. 

once he paid for your items, you took him inside of this cute daiso like shop, and eren internally sighed before walking in, “oh my god eren! look at these cute headbands, wanna get em?” “no-.” “yes? okay, get that white basket and hold it please?” he snatched (playfully) the basket up and let you sit both headbands in there. you both browsed around the shop, grabbing anything, whether it was perfume sets, stationary sets, and other miscellaneous items. “i’m finished-and the basket’s not even that full this time, baby!” “right…” he looked down and saw the basket (which was full) and just agreed with you, wanting to keep you happy! “your total is $137.20! cash or card?” “card.” eren grabbed his card and you smirked once he tapped it against the green. “thank you for shopping here, girl! your outfit is too cute!” “thank you! yours as well!” you both left the store and immediately you grabbed the bag with the headbands in,

“eren-” “no.” whining, you ignored him trying to move his head away from you  and put the headband on him anyways,

“aww you look adorable! now, let’s go get smoothies!” he finished up his call and smiled softly at you, grabbing you hand and instead of going to the smoothie section, he took you straight into victoria’s secret. 

“oooh they have pink bralette sets and the teddy to match, grab those yoga pants eren with the pink lettering- oh my god! they have pink and grey sets!” eren picked up a few things and walked back to where you were, checking out the new scents for fall, “go try these on.”

“okay, you coming in?” he nodded, “yeah, give me a minute though.” you grinned and walked into the dressing room the worker, kira, opened for you and you checked out the cute set he picked out for you, and hastily tried it on. “eren!” “yes, my love?” “it’s on.” you could hear the scuffles from his shoes rushing to the dressing room, “lemme see it baby,” opening the door you pulled him in, not wanting anyone around you to see you in such little clothing, “soooo…?” “you look…beautiful baby, do a spin for me?” he took your hand and raised it up, twirling you around twice, “yeah, this is real nice…can’t wait to fuck you in it too-”

“eren! people can hear?!”

“so? now c’mere,” grabbing your waist, his lips connected to yours in a soft kiss, moving one hand cupping the fat of your ass cheek as he deepened the kiss, “mmh- eren, c’mon let’s buy it already?” he saw that certain glint in your pretty doe eyes and poked his tongue in his cheek,

“yeah, come one, we’re ending this mall trip a bit early today.”

ღan: boring, yawning, sloppy….lazy.

[buckybarnesss]

Bro, the noise I just made. I literally cannot stand the fanon for Stiles or Derek. It is so so soooo bad, I think these people literally have only seen the 2 hour sterek compilation. Every day I am like "who fucking told you people that Derek never smiles and has no sense of humor?"

Stiles gets turned into this big eyed, kitten twink who wouldn't dare to misbehave because he's the sheriff's son (the kid who gets drunk in the WOODS, and gets his dad drunk so he can steal casefiles!!)

Derek like... He is either completely useless and cannot dress himself for a date without fanon!Laura (do not get me started) telling him what to do, or he is so emotionally repressed and damage that he can barely handle someone kissing him without him falling to pieces.

LIKE. Derek smiles. Derek makes jokes!! Derek laughed at Stiles right before the pool scene. Derek knows how to use a cellphone and a laptop. Derek is a goddamn millenial, he knows what grumpy cat is. He knows he's hot, he has a mirror!!

Also... the man lived in New York fucking City. He's not afraid of crowds or talking to people or making out, he uses sex to get his way (Erica and the deputy at the front desk!!)

i know.

like, there's a period of fics that are usually from the s1-2 period that lean pretty hard on derek's dark, brooding and grumpiness from season 1 but of course he was like that. he was going through The Horrors during season 1. he was grieving laura, he was being retraumatized by kate and dealing with scott, stiles and fucking jackson.

he wasn't one dimensional though. his anger was a mask for all the fear, confusion and trying to be in control.

do you know how many fics i've read where people have stiles think about all the apparent physical violence derek has done to stiles as if he's always slamming him into surfaces? way too many to count and it's incorrect. off the top of my head i can count 3 times derek did something like that to stiles. the shove into the wall and slam into the steering wheel in wolf's bane both of which had a point to them. whether or not it was a good emotional response doesn't matter. what matters is that they were not random or part of derek's personality. he didn't just shove stiles into things every time he saw him. the wall shove in s4 with de-aged derek was a deliberate call back to that very instance in wolf's bane. it was literally coupled with the whole cousin miguel bit.

fandom doesn't like to acknowledge that derek hale isn't particularly violent over the course of the show. he hardly even wins the fights he engages in and he is often forced into fights knowing he cannot win.

our boy mostly ends up on the fucking floor.

derek also does make jokes. dry ones usually he thinks they are hilarious too. he thinks he's a funny guy. his dad joke game must've been off the charts, sorry eli.

he and stiles trade barbs a lot and he thinks stiles is funny. stiles amuses him and he indulges it a few times. he shows off to stiles too like a loser.

he likes to fuck with scott and stiles and enjoys taking the piss out of peter. he genuinely enjoyed fucking with liam in s4.

he's not a luddite either. he has a cellphone and we see him use it. i bet he plays games on it. i bet he plays candy crush and words with friends.

and fanon evolved to strip away that stiles is an asshole. he a violent little freak. he threatens people, he expresses regularly his desire to kill people or have them die, he cares about a very small selection of people in his life and if you're not in that circle than god be with your ass because stiles most definitely won't.

he loves and respects his father but this doesn't mean stiles respects the law which is why i don't know why the law enforcement route was chosen for him. stiles hates rules and boundaries. he chafes at them.

stiles casually helps kira and scott break into evidence to get her cell phone. he tells scott's fbi agent father to fuck himself. he got his dad drunk to get access to case files. he copies people's keys. he's a nosy shit.

the whole show started because stiles was a nosy punk kid who wanted to see a dead body.

but i digress.

fanon stiles had a lot of scott's characteristics projected onto him so they could bash scott. i know there's a lot of people who don't like scott which is fine or whatever but there are so many that do it so they can make a pinata out of a character they've extracted all the good points from and give to their favorite little white boy fav.

stiles "i will beat you with a bat" stilinski is a freaky little shit who will bite you.

do you know how hard i laughed when in s3 stiles and isaac genuinely just like could not stand each other? they couldn't be in the same room with out insulting one another and it was the complete opposite of stiles being oh so sensitive to isaac's past and history than straight up in 3b stiles the epitome of insensitive says to isaac something about still milking it (his abuse). stiles is a dick.

i also genuinely have umbrage with the pack mom trope that stiles gets saddled with. the way fandom has oft feminized stiles leaves a bad taste in my mouth too.

derek and stiles are both assholes and i love them very much.

[fandomnsfw]

Changes pt 1 - Scott McCall x Reader

Pairing: Scott x Reader

Prompt: None!~ Just came to me brahh

Warning: NONE! 

ENJOY!!

*****

If it’s one thing the pack was sure of it was that you were very much like Stiles’ long lost twin. Stiles had even insisted you call him big brother, though you refused. However if anyone could match the rambling of said hyperactive spaz it was you.

Only you didn’t have ADHD it was just your personality. Which had still earnt you a seat at the table with what you had once assumed to be the popular kids however turned out to be a very different group.

You somehow found yourself entangled with werewolves and all other type of supernatural people but just like Stiles you loved it. Even with his fear Stiles loved the adrenaline of chasing down the bad guys and putting them to a stop. Just like you.

The pack was full of couples who had been together since before you joined and some after. Aiden and Lydia had got together just before you joined. Erica and Boyd had been together since long before you got there. Allison and Isaac had come together just after you joined the pack. Derek and Stiles still hadn’t got together but that didn’t mean everyone stopped calling them an old married couple.

Liam and Theo were still bouncing off one another but anyone could tell they’d eventually explode and fuck each other much to the disgust of the Alpha. The last couple was fairly new and recently came back to join the pack. That would be Ethan and Jackson. Which shocked everyone except you and Lydia. Mainly because you never really met Jackson.

It had been months since Jackson came back with his significant other and everything was relatively settled except the only people in the group who were single were you and Scott. Obviously if you didn’t count those who had yet to pull their head out their asses. Kira had been gone too long and she and Scott had officially put an end to their relationship.

You couldn’t help but pout as you remembered that even Peter had started dating a beta from another pack just outside McCall territory. You only let out another sound of distress when you realised even Melissa and Chris had started dating.

The parents of the pack officially had a better love life than you.

“You’re doing that thing again.” Derek snorted as he sipped his coffee.

“What thing!?” You replied, sarcasm evident in your voice.

“That thing that Stiles does when he angrily eats his food because he’s thinking about something that pisses him off.” Derek chuckled making Scott look up from his homework.

“Oh yeah he used to do that when we talked about you a lot.” Scott commented, his adorable lopsided grin making an appearance.

“I did not!” Stiles screamed, causing Derek to growl making him shut up very quickly. Stiles flung himself over Derek and made grabby hand at him which apparently Derek understood and handed Stiles his coffee.

“Only a little bit Stiles.” Derek commented not even taking his eyes of his newspaper.

“Yeah yeah, Okay Sourwolf.” Stiles chuckled before taking a sip and handing it back to Derek.

“You guys seem…extra close…” Scott commented as he sipped his coffee with a raised brow.

“Did you guys finally fuck?” You snorted, sarcastically as you crammed some waffle in your mouth, but when Stiles blushed and Derek choked on his coffee which caused you to begin choking on your waffle. Scott patted your back a little roughly but you gave him a thumb up and looked at the apparent new couple.

“Oh my god! GIRLS! STEREK IS HAPPENING!” Suddenly you heard loud banging before Erica, Allison and Lydia came into view with wide eyes.

“Sterek?” Derek asked confused before he looked at Scott for answer but Scott just smirked.

“It’s your names combined.” You replied honestly making Stiles sigh dramatically.

“So which one bottoms?” You questioned making a very prominent blush show on Derek face.

“You can’t ask people things like that!” Derek snarled making you frown.

“Jackson who’s bottom?” You yelled from the kitchen knowing he’d hear you in the living area.

“Me. My ass is too good to resist.” He replied easily.

“Mason who bottoms!?” You yelled again.

“We switch. I’d asked why but I don’t wanna know!” He screamed back earning a chuckle from Lydia.

“If Stiles wants to tell you he can but my lips are sealed.”

“It’s obviously Stiles who bottom’s I mean have you felt his ass.” Erica snorted but Derek quickly growled causing her to immediately shut up.

The questions and guesses continued through the morning before Stiles eventually told you all that yes he was bottom. Scott had tuned out the very private conversation because they were both like his brothers but that didn’t stop him from giving Derek a very small warning that if he hurt Stiles he’d be dead.

You were currently watching Liam and Mason play video games, as you cuddled into the corner of the couch by yourself. As you looked around and saw all the couple you felt undeniably sad. Lydia was sat on Aiden’s lap as she helped him study for finals. Theo was sending Liam goo goo eyes. Cory had Mason sat between his legs as he played video games.

Erica and Boyd were napping on the floor, Derek and Stiles were surprisingly openly cuddling while reading their own books. Jackson and Ethan were scroll through their phones as Ethan teased him about something and Isaac was laid on Allison’s stomach as he napped and she read something on her kindle.

As you looked around you spotted Scott sat by himself as he read a book most likely for school work. You smiled sadly at his cute eyebrows that were currently drawn down in concertation. You got off the couch and strolled outside the newly built pack home, sitting yourself on the porch swing.

You took a deep breath and tried to forget about the feelings you’d buried months ago. You had, had a crush on Scott from before you were even a part of the pack but when you joined the pack you were told he was with Kira so you buried your feels, but after they broke up he seemed happy being single so you buried them even deeper until all you felt was a dull throb.

Recently your feelings had been trudged back up due to someone asking you if you would ever turn into a wolf. That when you got thinking about not only the risks but also the perks. You could be equal to most of your friends for one but not only that, you could also feel the connection the others felt with Scott. Which made you ultimately think about the feelings you had buried.

“Hey you okay?” A soft kind voice asked from the front door which you hadn’t even heard open. Damn werewolves.

“Y-Yeah I’m fine…” You lied but as soon as you saw him frown you knew he’d heard your lie.

“You can talk to me you kno-”

“I think I want you to turn me.” You blurted out, cutting his sentence off before he had the chance to finish it.

“I won’t turn you.” Scott replied as a deep frown set in on his face.

“Why not!?” You snapped, thoroughly offended he flat out refused.

“Because you said you ‘think’ instead of I ‘know’. I won’t turn you unless I know it’s what you want 100%.” Scott sighed, his frown quickly disappearing and being replaced with what you would guess was sympathy.

“I do want to be turned. The only thing stopping me is the fear my body will reject it because I’m weak…” You’d been in the pack for a few months but no one had figured out how weak you really were. You had a few health problems but they weren’t noticeable unless you voiced them which you were thankful for.

“You’re not weak your human and that’s okay.” Scott retaliated, his smile encouraging yet pointless because he had no idea of your problems.

After Scott comforted you a little you decided to go finish your homework. As you sat down you noticed a slight pain in your wrist but chose to ignore it. You’d become very good at ignoring the pain so none of the wolves knew.

You were writing for half an hour when it started again but worse. You knew you needed to leave but if you rushed out of here in a room full of werewolves they would notice. You stood up and turned to the pack with a smile. You knew your back was going to start hurting soon and if you didn’t leave everyone including the humans would know.

“Guys I’m gonna get goi-”

“Sit down now.” Scott growled, causing you to freeze ignoring his command but not long after he shot over to you and grabbed your face.

“Why are you in pain?” He asked his eyes full of worry.

“Scott let her go.” Derek sighed sadly.

“Stiles drive Y/N home.” Stiles nodded like he knew what was happening.

After you left Scott turned to Derek with red eyes letting out a warning growl. Derek rolled his eyes and sat down to read his book.

“What the hell did you do that for!? She’s obviously in pain!”

“DO YOU THINK I DON’T KNOW THAT? DO YOU THINK WE ALL DON’T KNOW THAT!?” Derek screamed making everyone stop their tasks.

“You all know she’s in pain and no one tried to tell me!?” Scott yelled angrily when finally Theo spoke up surprising everyone.

“She’s stubborn Scott. We keep our mouths closed because we can do more that way. She thinks we’re oblivious, so whenever we get the chance we take her pain without her realising. It’s sneaky but it’s the best way. Its human problems we will never understand again. It’s nothing deadly from what I can tell it’s her joints or nerves surrounding the joints. I don’t know what’s wrong with her but I know it’s not deadly and that’s what matters. When we all figured it out Derek stopped us from saying anything because she obviously didn’t want us to know. That’s her choice and we should respect it.” Theo sighed, everyone nodding in agreement.

“It’s really nothing deadly?” Scott muttered with a concerned look on his face that made Lydia and Derek smile.

“Do you really think I wouldn’t tell you if the girl you’re in love with was dying?” Stiles muttered from the door, a sad smile gracing his face. Thankfully your house was only a 2 minute drive from the Hale house so when Stiles walked through Scott relaxed a little.

“She wants the bite but I think she thinks her body is too weak for it but she’s wrong. I actually think she could be one of the strongest wolves this pack has ever seen. I can smell it on her.” Derek commented making Scott nod in thought.

That night Scott thought about whether turning you would be an option he would consider. He spent all night worrying about if you were in pain and that lead to him making his finally decision. He knew turning was your choice but the least he could do was give you that option.

The next morning you walked into school with Lydia only to be pulled to one side by Scott. His eyes were sad but it wasn’t pity you saw it was an apology which thoroughly shocked you.

“If you want me to turn you I will but only if you sure it’s what you want.” Scott murmured making sure no one outside the pack heard you. Your eyes widened at his words but you felt relief and happiness flood you.

Would these damn problems finally disappear? Could you finally do everything your friends could do? Running? Partying? Drinking without having to stop your meds?

“I want it.” Scott smiled and stroked your hair softly before giving you nod and telling you to come to the pack house after school.

Throughout the day you thought about how Scott’s hand felt on your hair. Not the fact you’d be a werewolf soon but the fact that the only guys you’d ever liked, had touched your hair. You snorted at yourself and thankfully no one heard.

Lesson’s dragged on but when they finally ended, you ran to the parking lot and spotted Stiles who was getting into his Jeep. You ran over and hopped into the passenger side making him raise an eyebrow at you.

“To the hale house! GOOOOO!” You screamed making him nod dramatically like you’d just given him some kind of dangerous mission.

Once there you hopped out as Scott pulled up on his bike. You leaped onto his back and giggled.

“Werewolf me Mr.Alpha!” Scott burst out laughing but grabbed behind your knees so he could piggy back you into the hale house.

“Really Y/N werewolf me Mr.Alpha? Really?” Stiles snorted making you shoot him a glare as you made it inside, but eventually chose to ignore him.

We had our Friday night pack meeting and then your text your Mom telling her you were staying at Lydia’s all weekend which she quickly okayed. Afterwards you and Scott went to your bedroom in the pack house for more privacy.

“Where is the best place to b-bite?” You stuttered nervous about the outcome.

“Usually the waist but if your uncomfortab-” Before he could finish you stripped off your shirt and stood there in your skinny jeans and lace black bra.

A silence fell over you both as Scott gaped at you causing you to squirm under his gaze. Goosebumps appeared on your skin as you tried not to think about how it would feel to have Scott take you against your bedroom door.

“Okaaay well this is sufficiently awkward so hurry up and bite me.” You sighed, sarcastically making him quickly snapped out his gaze with a blush.

“S-Sorry.” He muttered but despite his word he got down on his knees in front of you and gripped your hips twisting you slightly so he could get a better angle. He looked up at your waiting for your permission but with the sight of him on his knees in front of you, it made you bite your lip quickly forgetting you needed to nod. He inhaled but as he did his eyes went wide, shooting a look at you that was very much full of shock.

“Don’t say a word.” You muttered angrily, a blush taking over your face. He nodded shyly and decided it was better he bite you before things get even more awkward. His eyes glowed red and he looked up at you before he slowly sunk his teeth into your waist.

It hurt, you couldn’t deny that as the screamed that ripped from your throat was high pitched and enough to have Derek and half the pack burst into your bedroom. Scott pulled his fangs out and quickly stood up blocking you from everyone’s view. He held you up as you began to wobble on your feet.

“Allison get the first aid kit. Lydia help her cover herself. I’ll be back once she’s settled.” Scott instructed his eyes glow red as he peered over his shoulder letting them know it was a command.

Lydia rushed over and held you up with difficulty making Erica run in to help as Lydia slipped a blanket around you. Allison ran back upstairs and started on cleaning the wound as Scott dragged all the males out the room.

“Sorry we burst in like that we just panicked.” Mason sighed, his response making Scott smile sadly.

“I knew she’d scream but I wasn’t expecting a friggin’ Lydia scream. She almost put Lydia to shame.” Aiden joked making Liam nod in agreement.

“Remind me to make her walls soundproof soon.” Derek muttered to Stiles who smirked silently.

“Why would she need soundproof walls?” Scott asked softly, his head tilting to the side in confusion which never failed to make him look like a lost puppy.

After a few hours a frequent checks on you everyone sat down to discuss what would happen next but before long it was late and the pack decided to check on you tomorrow. Everyone was sleeping soundly through the night as the bite healed over with everyone none the wiser.

-> Part 2

[ivy-loves-chocolate]

You’re so sweet, kiss me

Note: so this is a fic I wrote for my dear @drasin, as a part of a monthly membership.

Pair: Kano x Erron Black

Story: Kano sees Erron’s face one day during a mission and he can’t stop thinking about him ever since, especially those lips. He becomes obsessed with kissing Erron, going as far as calling him into the office and pinning him on a wall. However, Erron has more strength over the situation, thus successfully playing with the mercenary. He plans on making Kano work for it if he wants that kiss. However, what the cowboy doesn’t know is that it’s not a good idea to mess with Kano.

Word count: 4k words

Tags: sexual tension, fluff, swearing.

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Erron was a very mysterious yet interesting lad. A significant thing that keeps this mystery around him is his mask, which he rarely takes off. In fact, he keeps it on so often that those around him can only speculate about his hidden face. What kind of features hide under his mask is unknown, and some people say that one of the reasons is because he is disfigured. The only one who doesn’t care, even if he is curious from time to time, is his boss, Kano, who thinks he is maybe too shy or doesn’t want to get too exposed due to his shady nature.

“We’re all shady bitches here, why he cares?” He thinks on rare occasions.

“Hey Black, it's kinda hot here isn’t it?” Kobra teased, as they were completing a job in the Outworld. Something about killing the new Kahn, which was requested by Mileena. She paid well, in fact twice as much as Kotal had paid them to kill her, so they had to do some spying on the emperor to find a good time to deliver the final blow.

Erron didn’t respond; instead, he focused on cleaning his guns. Kobra was right though; it was a very hot day, and taking off his jacket wasn’t enough, so in one simple motion he removed it and placed it aside. Everyone around him turned their heads to watch him, and to their surprise, he wasn’t disfigured and didn’t have tarkatan teeth either. On the contrary, he was very handsome, and if Kano didn’t care about his face before, he does now.

As expected, he doesn’t have a clean look because of his stubble beard, which covers some old scars slightly. His nose is big and a bit pointy; his jaw is very well defined; and his lips were thin. Chapped as they were because of the heat, they sparked an interest inside Kano, whose attention shifted from the mission to those kissable lips. He couldn’t give a rat's ass about what the emperor was doing as Erron became the target of the day.

As the dawn came and the day approached its end, the team gathered their stuff and headed to their base in Earthrealm.

“Is there any water left?” asked a thirsty Kabal as he put away some weapons. “Yeah, check in that container.” Kira pointed to a dirty gray box.

After drinking a whole bottle, Kabal resumed his task.

While everyone was busy tidying up the scene, Kano was just staring at Erron, who stayed unmasked the entire day. Every single detail was imprinted in his brain, as it was a map to an unknown treasure, and the big, red X was on Erron’s lips. With a lost gaze, he watched the gunslinger cleaning his weapons.

"Hey, where should I put the ammo?” “I don’t know; ask the chief.”

"Hey Kano," The words didn't reach him, and Kano continued to stare at Erron, who was now storing his guns. After placing them with care, he put his mask back on and carried the container to the truck. Kano let out a deep sigh the moment when the mask touched his face, now being able to hear Kabal. Apparently, he wanted some stupid indications.

“I don’t know; find a damn spot. Is it so hard to think on your own?” Pissed off, he stormed out to open the portal so they could finally arrive at their base.

He tried to forget Erron in the following days, but the image of his beautiful, rough face kept appearing in his mind. So, when the torture became unbearable, he came up with an excuse to call him in his office to confess. It didn’t matter if he would have a chance to kiss those lips or not, the important thing is to get the pressure off his chest by being honest for once in his life.

“You wanted to see me, boss?” Erron asked after he walked in. As expected, he was wearing the mask. The good news is that Kano came up with a speech for the gunslinger, the bad news is that he was starting to forget it once Erron walked in, and improv is not his forte.

“Yes, it’s about the last mission.” Kano said while looking at him, using all of his strength to push aside the image of his lips that would constantly appear in his head.

“Oh, did I do something wrong?” He was perplexed, because the previous mission had gone off without a hitch.

“No, I mean yes, but it’s not about the outcome, or your performance at the job, it’s about something you did outside of it.”

Erron tried to make sense of Kano’s weird words for a few seconds.

“You lost me, Kano.” He said he was defeated because he failed to understand his babbling. “Are you high?”

"No, you idiot-“

“You seem high. Oh my God you got high without us, how could you?” He interrupted.

“Just shut up and listen. I am not high, I just have a hard time choosing my words.”

Erron chuckled.

“Don’t tell me you’re anxious.”

Kano gave him a mean look, which made Erron adopt a serious attitude as he cleared his throat. “I’m sorry, please continue."

“Thank you. What I wanted to say is that you did something that’s very unusual for you, and that wasn’t left unnoticed by the rest of us. Hell, I’ve been thinking about it ever since, and that’s why I called you.”

“Oh Kano...” he began, a smirk forming under his mask. “I just wanted to say-“

“Save it, Kano; you don’t have to struggle, it hurts to watch. I know it seems hard at first, but you’ll eventually get that, especially since you’re almost there.”

“So, this means I can kiss you?”

“What? What are you saying?”

“What are you saying?” He asked back with a little bit of doubt and disappointment in his voice.

“I though you were talking about my body, since I worked out harder and started to notice results. Even Kabal noticed, and he was high as fuck.”

“Too many brownies?” He said it with a little chuckle.

“No, he smoked the main ingredient, but that’s not the point. What made you think I was talking about a kiss?”

Kano remained silent. Every second that passed felt like agony as he tried to think of an answer. Besides, he was looking at Erron’s face, as he was desperate to find a clue as to what he was feeling at that moment. His eyes didn’t tell him anything, as they remained half-opened like usual. Unknown to him, however, his smirk was increasing by the second.

“Well, I don’t know...all I wanted to say is that you really turned my world upside-down the moment you removed that damn mask and I got a chance to see how you look like. And I guess I wanted a-“

“Kiss.” Erron helped him finish.

“Yeah”

“So you called me here because you want to kiss me.”

“Yes, but listen if you don’t want-“

“Oh, I don’t mind. To be fair, it’s by far the most normal thing you've asked of me. But I want you to ask me nicely.”

“What?”

Erron tried so hard to keep his composure and not burst into laughter. It's likely the first time Kano has been vulnerable in front of him, so he intends to torture him until he does as he says. He wants to see him beg for that little kiss if it’s possible.

“You heard me, ask me nicely.” Erron said bluntly, pretending to be indifferent.

“Are you serious?”

“Yes, I mean, if you don’t want to, then I guess I’ll just go.”

“All for a damn kiss? I asked you to do worse things, and you didn’t ask for a single ‘please’”

"That's true, but this one is personal, as you know," he said as he approached the mercenary, his slightly smaller frame standing in contrast to his larger, rougher one.

“Personal gonna costs extra.” Kano added with a little smirk, because it’s something he used to say often. Erron’s cunning nature was one of the reasons why he recruited him, and as much as he loved that part of him, he only used it during missions and not against him.

“I’m not a nice man, Black.”

“I know, but I want you to try, for me.” He placed a hand on his chest, which made Kano tense immediately. The mercenary got lost in his eyes, and for a few seconds he could see those beautiful lips as if he were unmasked. If it wasn’t for that damn accessory, he would’ve taken the shot and kissed him. Erron probably anticipated that, that’s why he hasn’t removed it.

“You are so mean with me” he said as he cupped his chin. “But I ain’t gonna beg, doll. I get what I want without much struggle, and you know that.”

“Well, you’ll have to work a little harder to get what you want this time, sugar.” With that, he turned around and left, his smirk never fading.

Kano, on the other hand, wanted to choke his crush, but he might never get that kiss if he does. The good thing is that he didn’t say no, so his pride is still intact. On the other hand, he might have to ask Erron nicely, which he might have to consider. 

A few days had passed since their meeting in the office. Both Kano and Erron tried to act normally around each other in order to not raise any suspicions. Desire was growing significantly between them by the day, up to the point when one dirty look would be enough to make them jump onto each other and tear their clothes. However, Erron was holding it together pretty well, being able to hide his desires and play with Kano. The mercenary and leader of the Black Dragon was slowly falling into Black’s game, as his desire was slowly taking over his mind. 

“Come on, take that damn mask off. Let me see you.” He demanded in a needy, yet firm tone to Black, who was pinned against the wall with Kano’s arms around him acting as a cage. His nose was bruising against the gunslinger’s ear, a gentle gesture given to a man who was captive in one’s burning desire. 

“How do you say?” Black teased, not letting the passionate moment overcome his senses. 

“I’ll choke you.” He said it growling.

“Nah, that’s not it.” Erron’s hands were resting on Kano’s waist, caressing his flesh with the same tenderness as the mercenary’s. “Try a little harder.” 

“Fine…would you please remove the damn mask?” 

“Hmmm, that’s more like it.” He said in a satisfied tone, as his hands moved to grab the edges of the mask. Kano was barely blinking at this point, his eyes being fixated on Erron. He hadn't seen him "naked" in so long that he was beginning to forget his face.

Erron placed his mask on a nearest table, revealing his face once more to the mercenary. However, this time it felt more intimate, as he only did it for him, at his request, in the privacy of Kano’s office. 

“Took you long enough.” Kano said, his gaze still on Erron, admiring his features. 

“…hell, he’s even more handsome than before…” he thought to himself.

“Well, this time you knew how to ask.”  

Kano cupped his face, and his thumbs began to caress his cheeks. A smirk appeared on his face, but not his usual devious one, but one of admiration combined with eagerness.  

Erron wasn’t going easy on him. In the past few days, Kano kept trying to make him remove his mask, but he refused every single time. However, he decided it was time to give him a glimpse of his face just to keep Kano worked up; otherwise, he was afraid he might get bored. 

“Beautiful…” he whispered under his breath as he began to lean forward. His face kept coming closer, his eyelids shutting down as his lips tingled in anticipation. He expected to feel Erron's lips press against his any second now.

One can imagine the disappointment and frustration when Erron pushed Kano just when he was inches away from him. One more second, and his dream would’ve come true. 

“W-what…?” Kano asked as he moved away, confused, his hands sliding slowly down his neck. 

“I think we should wait a few more days?”

“A few more days? For a bloody kiss?” 

“Yes. I just don’t think we’re ready for this step yet.”

“B-but I did as you said.”

“True, and I am so proud of you.” Erron said as he caressed Kano’s rosy cheek, the hair of his beard tickling his palm. “But I don’t feel ready; I think we should wait. Besides, you only ask me to remove my mask, not to kiss me.” He chuckled in a playful way, driving Kano to exasperation. 

“Yeah, yeah I did…” 

“Come here, you silly.” Erron wrapped his arm around his neck, pulling him into a tight embrace, in which Kano remained stiff. “Aren’t you going to hug me back?” Erron teased, but to his surprise, Kano complied. His arms went around his waist, hugging him back. His head fell to the side of his body, his nose bruising against his ear. 

"Oh, I almost forgot, I have to go and prepare the cargo for the next mission. See you there, boss.” He said in a normal tone as nothing happened. 

“Yeah, yeah, you should.” 

Erron left the office feeling victorious and enjoying the power he had over Kano. The mercenary was left alone to deal with his own frustrations. 

A few weeks passed after their meeting, but this time Kano didn’t have time to think about Erron’s lovely face as their missions were approaching their end. While he was preparing the last details of the plan, someone knocked on his door. 

“Come in” he said, slightly irritated, as the sound disturbed him. 

“Feeling nervous, boss?” A familiar voice said. It wasn't muffled as usual, and when Kano turned around, he was surprised to see Erron not wearing his mask. 

“Me? Nah, I’m just a little concerned, that’s all. It's a lot of money, ya know?”

“Yeah, don’t worry, everything will be fine.” 

“I hope so. What are you doing here anyway? Shouldn’t you help Kira load the weapons in the truck?” 

“She’s fine, she won’t miss me if I’m gone a couple of minutes. Besides, I wanted to check on you.” He said it in a flirty tone as he wrapped his hands around his neck. 

“Black please, don’t toy with me now, I’m not in the mood.” He said as he hesitantly grabbed his waist with the intention to push him aside, but failed when the gunslinger glued his body to his, resting his head on his shoulder.

“Come on, Erron, we've got work to do.” He tried to sound intimidating, but his soft tone didn’t help. Erron pulled out gently, and Kano turned his head to face him. For a split second, they made eye contact, and then their foreheads were glued to each other. Kano wanted him so bad, but he also had a mission to focus on. His grip tightened and loosened on Erron’s waist, which emphasized his conflicting feelings. Should he let go and deal with Erron after the mission, or should he try one more time?

“I don’t know what you want…I swear…”

“Isn’t it obvious? I want you.”

“How do you want me when you push me away with every occasion?” 

“Because I don’t know how much you want me. You don’t seem willing to compromise.”

“Compromise this, compromise that, I don’t know if you want me or not, s’just a bunch of cheap excuses to play with me. I know you want it as much as I do.” He tightened his grip around him, pulling him closer. “Just kiss me already.”

Erron froze and all his smugness disappeared when Kano handled him so roughly. For a few moments, he was tempted to give in, but he was saved by Kabal, who yelled behind the door.

"Kano, it’s time to go! Do you know where Erron is? I can’t find him anywhere!”

Erron pulled away from him fast.

“Why in hell should I know? Keep looking for him. I’ll be out in a second.” He said he was irritated, as he felt the kiss being stollen from him. He had Erron in his grasp, and was on the verge of surrounding if Kabal didn’t interrupt them. 

“I guess we’ll continue after the mission.” Erron said, somehow relieved, as he walked away. 

“Yes, yes, we will.” 

“You know that all you have to do is ask nicely, right?” Erron added as he saw Kano’s visible frustration. He wanted to kiss him as badly as him, but he wasn’t ready to give up yet. 

“Oh this crap again? How long are you going to keep up like this?” He asked annoyed. 

“Until you say one pretty ‘please’. Is that so fucking hard? Is it so much that your ego can’t handle?”

“My ego? My ego!?” Kano was yelling at this point, leaving Kabal to wonder what the hell was going on. At least he found Erron. “How about yours? Prolonging this stupid kiss until I say ‘please’? What are you, five?” 

“I can’t resonate with you. That’s why I didn’t want to go on with our relationship. If you struggle with one ‘please’ now, I don’t even wanna think about how you’ll react when things will get more serious.”

He was right and Kano knew it. 

“Fine, have it your way.” He said it with a defeated tone that was tinged with relief.“Erron, will you please let me kiss you?”

“I-“ he didn’t expect him to ask right away. “Now?” 

“As you can see, we have a mission to do. I was thinking maybe about afterwards.” 

“S-sure…sounds good.” 

On Kano’s face a devious smirk appeared, leaving Erron to wonder what mischievous thoughts he was having at that moment. 

“What?” He asked.

“Nothing, see you after the mission.”

Kano left with a feeling of satisfaction. He finally won one battle in the war for passion. 

The mission went well, but it didn’t end. The emperor would have to wait a little longer before dying under Kano’s knife. Other than that, they successfully talked with him, and Kotal has no clue what they want. 

Even if the mission was a success, Erron couldn’t calm down. His anxiety was well justified given how much he played the mercenary lately. He can only imagine what awaits him when Kano finally gets his hands on him, when all that frustration and desire will be finally released after such a long game in which inevitably Kano is the winner. 

A loud knock at the door pulled him out of his train of thought.

“Come in.” He shouted. 

Kano appeared in his room, with a wide smile on his face. 

“How’s my favorite cowboy doing?” 

“I’m rethinking our mission, I think we missed something. Other than that, I’m a little tired." The first part was obviously a lie; he can’t tell the truth to the man who’s been preying on him for so long. 

“Hmmm, I think we did great.” He said this as he approached Black, who froze upon seeing Kano getting closer. The mercenary reached out his hands to cup Erron’s face. He couldn’t believe that this moment had finally arrived, and, fearing that something might intervene, he quickly consumed the moment by pressing his lips together. A soft moan escaped his mouth once he felt Erron’s soft lips. He made sure they were moisturized before. 

Erron had his eyes open as he was trying to process the whole encounter. While Kano was constantly pressing his lips over his, he remained still without kissing back. However, his shock disappeared when Kano’s hands moved on his waist and pulled him closer, causing the gunslinger to gain some confidence and kiss the man back. He grabbed his shoulder for support and finally let himself indulge in this sweet, tender moment. 

The room was soon filled with wet noises and soft moans as the men continued to kiss. 

It wasn’t long until the tip of Kano’s tongue kept touching Erron’s lips in a way to make the encounter more intimate. Without realizing how hungry Kano was, Erron let him in and saw how he was struggling to breathe, as the mercenary would be a lot rougher and more dominant than before. One of his hands grabbed Black’s neck so he could hold him still while his tongue was causing havoc inside his mouth. 

Erron was overwhelmed to feel Kano so close to him, to feel his hot breath on his face, and to smell his sweet cologne. His presence was simply intoxicating.

Eventually they broke the kiss because they needed some air. Their lips were swollen, their cheeks red, but their smiles were wide as finally some tension was relieved.

“I didn’t know you were such a good kisser.” Kano said he was satisfied, licking his lips. 

“Yeah, I can say the same.” Black responded, trying to catch his breath. 

Kano’s hands remained on Erron’s waist, caressing the flesh gently, as he couldn’t take his eyes off the gunslinger. When he saw that Erron caught his breath, he kissed him again, continuing where he left off. Their tongues would constantly twirl, resulting in a sloppy kiss in which Kano remained dominant. Eventually the mercenary was pushing Erron’s body backwards until he hit the cold wall, but without breaking the kiss. The gunslinger was trapped once again by Kano, but this time he wasn’t in charge anymore, and that was clear by the way Kano’s hands would travel along Erron’s body. They would grip or caress his flesh randomly, depending on the intensity of the kiss, turning the once confident and controlling man into a submissive one as his body would become weak in Kano’s touch. 

However, Erron found the strength to move his hands alongside the mercenary’s sculpted body, finding their way down his navel. His fingertips gently tapped over his skin, feeling his muscles flex under the intensity of the kiss. Erron kept sliding his hands lower as the passion between them increased, and it would’ve turned into something more serious if Kano didn’t stop him.

“W-what are you doing?” Erron asked confused when he felt his hands being pushed aside. 

“Well, I think we should wait for that.”

“W-why? I thought we were doing pretty well here.” He replied in frustration. 

"Yeah, but c’mon, we barely had our first kiss, and you want to jump right into sex? I don’t think I’m ready for that step yet.” He said, trying not to laugh as he felt proud of getting the upper hand. 

“I-I don’t know, yes? You seem ready to me.”

At this point, Kano removed his hands from Erron’s body and took a step back, creating some space between them. 

“It’s just an impression, dear. Believe it or not, I want to take it slow.” 

“You wanna take it slow?” 

"Yes, Erron, I can’t figure out where this relationship is heading after just one kiss.” 

“You do realize this wasn’t just a kiss, right?”

“Then what was it, Erron?” 

Kano watched proudly as, for the first time since their game, Erron remained silent. 

“Just go already.” The cowboy said this after crossing his arms over his chest. 

Kano turned around, smiled, and headed to the door. Before leaving, he turned around to look at Erron one more time. 

“Hey Black”

“Yeah?” 

“Ask me nicely.”

“What?” 

“Ask me nicely if you wanna have sex.” 

With that, Kano truly felt like a winner. Now Erron would have to endure the burden of sexual frustrations and would also need one helluva plan to convince Kano to sleep with him after everything he put him through. 

[danothan]

hi, it's f0r! gimme some 🔥🔥🔥 for jjba, kira specifically, and/or barry allen!

i can always count on you to be after my own heart <3

🔥barry: idk enough abt the general consensus on flash media to know what’s unpopular, but i will say, i don’t see enough ppl talking abt him being a fucking asshole. he drags up dead people’s names to make a point, like he fights dirty

examples + analysis under cut (spoilers for flashpoint paradox + blackest night, but mostly bc it gets real long)

this is an alt timeline where bruce died in the alley instead of his parents, resulting in his father becoming this world’s batman. barry is trying to convince batman to come with him to restore the timeline, so he brings up his DEAD SON as a persuasion point?? tbf the world IS ending, plus bruce is very much alive to barry, and he IS trying to get him back, but still a dick move

(pls forgive the ass quality, i was scrambling to take a pic bc the store was closing in 10 min 😭)

hal: death is overrated anyway.

barry: don’t tell me that, tell [the ppl whose loved ones have passed].

hal: i didn’t mean it like that—

barry: tell your dead father.

me: HELLO?!? BARRY??!?!

hal Was being an asshole too so ig barry was just trying to fight fire with fire. he seems to only go this far when ppl's lives are at risk, so i can follow his thought process at least.

the page continues to have hal taunt him for caring too much, and the crazy thing is that barry actually concedes. i was overselling it when i said barry fights dirty bc this is sm more than a petty argument to him. he's not trying to one-up or spite hal, it’s a last resort. so when hal turns it back on him, barry doesn't get defensive back. he knows how much he's hurt his loved ones by being the flash, he regrets not being there for hal, and barry admits to being scared of losing it all again—turning hal's call-out into a moment of emotional vulnerability. and only THEN does hal finally realize what barry's been saying.

so there are 2 interesting things happening on barry's end here. barry’s the type of person to follow the golden rule pretty literally. i've mentioned before in a past meta that barry believes in the goodness of humanity bc he can be—HAS to be a firsthand example, not just to others, but to himself. if he can be a good person, then surely others must be as well. props to the character consistency across all these different media bc this idea even (and especially) applies here:

1) the golden rule, treat ppl the way you want to be treated, giving hal a taste of his own medicine so that he understands. it’s important to note that, again, barry does this out of desperation, not pettiness. and he might be dishing it out, but he can take it too. he chooses kindness when he could've easily dug his heel in after hal tried to call him out, but barry is trying to reach out to hal, not fight against him, and diffuses the situation that he ramped up. before this, my immediate impression was that barry spoke callously out of heightened emotions or misreading others, but the way he’s been leading this conversation and responding specifically to hal’s own emotions shows how calculated barry actually is.

2) like i said, barry goes by the mindset of “if i can do it, then so can you.” he draws a direct comparison to both of their deaths (they died and came back btw) and says he can’t believe that even after everything hal has gone thru, he’s still acting like this. personally, i read this as genuine shock and disbelief, not necessarily a dig at hal. but regardless of intention, hal takes it as an accusation, so he flips it back on barry. however, barry realizes that hal is deflecting. this is where he draws that comparison. barry had to learn his mistakes the hard way. he only realized all of this when it was too late, when he already died. he acknowledges that he’s repeating his mistake of fearing for the worst, but the thing is that he’s learned from his past, grown and changed with it. and so he projects this growth onto hal as if their deaths were at all similar (keep in mind, this is the issue where hal tells barry “i died a sinner, YOU died a saint”). again, going back to that idea of “if i can do it, then so can you.”

i think the only reason it works here is that barry knows hal. he can read him, and more importantly, has total faith in him, more than hal is willing to accept. barry’s hope in ppl is just unconditional, for better or worse; he wants to walk hal thru this together, he switches his language from “you” statements (“i can’t believe you haven’t changed) to “us” statements (“i missed a lot of good times we could’ve shared while i was away. and a lot of bad times we could’ve helped each other through.” … “let’s both slow down and figure out a plan”). to quote my friend emm here, they know and trust each other enough that barry can push that boundary and still end up at a reasonable middle ground.

barry is so full of good intention but he doesn’t exactly play nice if he thinks he knows what’s good for you. “if i can do it, then so can you” is a double-edged sword. he wants to believe in the absolute best in others. it doesn’t matter how many mistakes they’ve made or what their past may be, barry has hope if nothing else. but in the same way, it can be a presumptuous thing, setting the bar too high, putting too much pressure onto others. barry is all about the potential of things, working towards a brighter future, but what about the present? what about NOW? barry used to be troubled by his past, but then he gained closure and learned acceptance, so all he does now is look to the future. his powers put him out of touch with time and reality, but he’s never really been able to live in the present; his superspeed only enables this. past, future, but never the present, no wonder he’s so stubborn.

god, see what i mean! do you see what discussions could arise from dissecting the intricacies of barry’s hero complex! he’s not just a superhero paragon, he’s not just some vanilla good guy (tho he is also all of these), there is an entire thought process and timeline of experiences and flaws to study under a microscope here. and buddy, i am getting my barthology degree.

[tsuki-sennin]

*Deep breath* Wahahahaha~! Make way, peons! It's a festival, a festival I say! Coming to Sorashido City whether you like it or not! Wahahahaha! So... Princess Elle of Sky Land is feeling great sorrow? Well now... we can hardly have that now can we?

This tremendous sweet sixteen for Hirogaru Sky PreCure! Is it a worthy telling of such an iconic legend?

Oh, by the way, by the time you're likely reading this, it's the birthday of our very own Tsubasa Yuunagi~!

By the way, here be spoilers! You'd best tread with caution!

-Everywhere I go... I see his face. Tarou-san...

-Bwuh? Oh yeah, Ranborgs.

-And Captain Shalala just dipped.

-By the way Sora, I'm very proud of you for kicking so much ass last episode, you were awesome.

-Ageha, now hardly seems the time for puns.

-The birthday boy grits his teeth.

-Hello, Yoyo-san.

-"What's their fucking deal, Grandma?"

-Light and shadow. Heaven and Hell. North Carolina and South Carolina.

-Ohhhhhh!

-K

-Kira Kira Energy.

-...this feels oddly familiar.

-An apothecary~!

-Papa, Mama, yes~!

-Aw :(

-Kanashimi o taiji shite yu- No Tsuki! Restrain yourself. It's not yet time.

-Uhhhhh, theme song! I forget if I talked about it yet, but it's delightfully hopeful and (as expected of a Toei franchise) masterfully composed. The percussion especially is immaculate, a good percussion section knows exac

-Onitaijin.

-Ohhhh, puppet show~!

-Pretty Princess Butterfly.

-You are very based, Tsubasa. I forgive you, you filthy crimin- *Smack!* Focus!

-Momotaro~!

-We must hurry to Onigashima.

-Well, we could retell the story with an odd cast from previous seasons... Love/Peach would make a good Momotaro just off her name alone, you could make a strong argument for casting Kokone/Spicy or Akira/Chocolat as the dog, Asuka/Flamingo of course could be the pheasant as it's a neorinthe like a flamingo...

-I'm not quite sure who'd be the monkey in this case. ...Ako/Muse, perhaps? I'm genuinely not sure, I only started watching Suite a little while ago, but she does give me monkey vibes. Minori/Papaya'd make a good substitute if you don't think that counts though.

-She shreep

-Puppet play~!

-Don! Don! Donbura ko!

-Don Elletaro~! Fully formed and armed to the teeth!

-Prop recycling~! Wouldn't be a Toei production without it, huh?

-Well, you know how it is, Mashiron! Everybody loves to play with the tropes of fairy tales~! It's why we as a society love Shrek so much. And RWBY... and I guess if you're me, Saber.

-Yooooo! Nippon Ichi!

-Dango~!

-Furry Sora Jumpscare!

-Keep your face out of the kibble and we'll be just fine.

-Free Bread~!

-Elleeeetaro Zan, Elletaro Zan!

-And now... a Haiku.

Light from the blue sky

Caught in the shining prisms

Rainbows gayly form.

-Y'know, Shinichi would be giving Mashiro girl advice. And she'd go for it.

-We're all going pretty quick, eh? Mmmm... Momotaro had to do a bit of walking after.

-...there is a surprising (read: distressing) level of similarity between Tsubasa (Yuunagi, moderate amount of issues) and Tsuyoshi (Kijino, lots of issues).

-Y'know, male character in a predominantly female role, used for comic relief fairly often, being wildly popular among fans on Tumblr... all I'm saying is you might wanna keep an eye on Wing's love life. For his sake, and ours.

-We laughed, we cried, we had wacky misunderstandings, we had insane romance subplots, people died and came back, Kaito was there...

-To the port!

-Onigashima! Where the ogres gather.

-Ohhhhhhh

-There's something about the Underg, huh Granny?

-Elletaro's companions stand resolute in spite of their fears.

-This is the good stuff.

-...apparently the princess isn't quite a big fan. ...give it a few more minutes, it'll be really good.

-Here comes creepy Battamonda~! Who... most assuredly is not a Noto analogue. That's probably better reserved for Captain Shalala or from a certain perspective Kabaton.

-Oniiiiiiiiii~!

-Ageha may be voicing the Oni, but she's definitely no Haruka. ...if anything, she's much more of a Jiro type. Arguably even more so than whatever Fifth Cure we'll be getting.

-Hirogaru-ki!

-The special effects are ruined! Your suit budget is in shambles! The shippers are going apeshit!

-She walks!

-She speaks!

-She's done it!

-Baa~!

-The cloud has lifted.

-For Elletaro! Princess Elletaro~!

-...so uh... where're Sora's parents in all this?

-I don't mean to ruin this nice moment, but I find it a little concerning that they don't seem to have been appearing much.

-BIRDS

-"What up, fellas?"

-Instead of kidnapping, Battamonda prefers a spot of murder.

-Whoa, perfect catch!

-Hell yeah, Prism Punch!

-I love how floaty these fight scenes are.

-Down they go!

-Eat my ass, Battamonda.

-Keep moving forward! The princess says so!

-Wahahahahahahahaha! Shine on, dear companions!

-Whoa! Flash Bang!

-Man, the Sky Mirage just seems like a really neat little toy to play with.

-Into the mirror~! Okay!

-Mermaid Aqua Pot Moment.

-Have you considered maybe you're just a moron?

-Thank you again, Elle-chan.

-Walk style.

-Elletaro-san~! Elletaro-san~!

-Bread...

-So let's get the party started~! Don Don, Iitokomikke~! Tokuige! Ni mune harou ze Brother! WOO!

-Ah, uh, outro, outro! Very catchy, love the rhyme structure, the Butterfly teasing is making me seethe and cope, get your skinny ass in there already babe.

-Mashiron must run! And never look back!

-Now if you excuse me, I do believe I have an installment of a certain other franchise to get back to. One that also involves floating sky kingdoms, ancient legends, knights and heroes, a pig-themed villain, wildly bucking franchise conventions, gender stuff, and horrifying underground monstrosities.

-...look I could've just said "Zelda" and there'd have been no question, but that's okay, see youuuuuu~!

[embrace-the-mutation]

final bingo card. circles indicate too-close-to-call's. if you count the sheriff getting Thanos snapped by the Oni, we bingoed. also, if that weird shit between Malia and Parrish counts as....anything, then we bingoed again. bonus for the ridic "happy" ending cuz everyone was making out after Derek "died"

fam. this movie is Bad. hand it 59 razzies. it's just a nothin ass movie. everyone look dusty and their hair's uneven... Scott looks like he smells like weed and beer and wood chips. why does Malia still dress like she's 17? ISNT ALLISON TECHNICALLY STILL 17?? why did they punk out Lydia like that? Who exactly is Hikari? cuz she seemed dope but we get absolutely no backstory on her (like I know that's rewritten Kira, but damn. give the girl her own history). how come Deaton can't do rad druid magic stuff anymore? Makes sense in LA but not BH and also Melissa didn't do any rad emissary stuff either. idgaf about Eli like at all. hes a punkbitch. why is jackson there at all? all he do is be catty and eat. Derek was a bad father. how you gonna be raised with wolves and humans but not gonna clue in your kid about what he fucking is???? this movie wack it's just wack her pussy stank.

[xionshadow]

Blorbo bingo!

L

Zib

Ciel

Matsuda

Luo Binghe

HEHEHEHEHE, THEM!!! THEM THEM THEM!!!

Thank you, and for the sake of my poor followers... I will put a cut cuz I will gush about my boys.

Starting with L!!

L! I love this man, fucky lil cryptid man. L Lawliet or Rue Ryuzaki (I use both interchangeably at times.) is the world's greatest and slimiest detective. He takes up THREE whole ass slots and he sits like a weirdo. He is nothing BUT cryptid energy and gender envy to me. He's such a mary sue, but in the way that everyone who's important to the narrative and against Kira way. Honestly, Light is a mary sue too-. But that's beside the point. He is also almost always the only adult in the room. Which is funny as shit when you realize he's the most childish. Like, he holds the most authority and has the most reasonable line of thinking, while eating like three gingerbread houses with maraschino cherry syrup coating his shirt. I love him, he's a fucking bastard. He's done so many fucking crimes though. Every government is willing to believe he's Kira before they would let him on a case, which is honestly an accurate gauged of his character. He really would make something like the Kira case cuz he's board.

But GOD when you actually pull back the curtain of his actions and his Autism Stare™, you actually realize he's a little fucked up. And not in the fun way. I mean in the "Oh god, get him into therapy RIGHT NOW" way. This boy doesn't even understand the idea of opulence because he lives with the bare minimum so fucking often. It's doubtful if he even knows the comfort of a stable living quarters because he's been moving from hotel to hotel since he BECAME L. There's a high ass likelihood he doesn't even really want to be L anymore but keeps it up because it's the only thing he knows to do.

The author of DN really looked at L and went "I can fit so much autism and golden child syndrome into this man" and then didn't ask for approval. I love Ryuzaki,,, so fucking much. He's a neat character to disect, I promise.

NOW! Zib Membrane!!!

I can write like three essays about him. 90% of what I know about him is head canon, but like dude. You gotta understand, he's not okay. This is a man who caused the heat death of an entire universe in a single night BY ACCIDENT. He needs so much therapy. Not to mention he is basically a walking gender and identity crisis. He doesn't even like the name Zib. It was thrust onto him. Poor boy.

Does being part Irken count as cryptid swag? I say yes. And there's also a possibility he's also part vampire bee too. Zib does so much wrong though. Can't blame him, he's basically like a chihuahua. He's tiny and filled with enough spite to kill god. The only issue is the fact that he would 100% be bodied by earth's natural gravity.

He has enough blood on his hands to be considered fucking insane but like in his defense he's a bastard. His gender is unknowable, and that's sexy me thinks. I would mug him of his gender, it would end with him dead by accident cuz I sneezed on him. I both beloath and belove him. He's the worst.💖

All of this to say, he's my muse. He was sent to me on a pyre of wood and salt, and I love him. I hold him close to me even as he carves crescents into my fingertips with his jagged teeth. I cradle him as I show him off to all who will acknowledge him, even if he's trying to break each digit in my hand with the brute strength he most defiantly doesn't own. I make him wear silly little dresses as he screams curses. I love him a lot. 💖Although the feeling is most defiantly not mutual.

Ah!! Next rat bastard, Ciel Phantomhive!

OI! SOMEONE GET THIS SASSY CHILD—.

Okay enough playing around. Ciel Phantomhive, the most normal character I own in my list. Which is saying something because he has suffered straight up abuse. And not just the verbal kind.

The storyline of Black Butler is just there to show you how fucked up one traumatized 13-year-old kid can get. And like, yeah that shit tracks. Wish trauma wasn't on the docket per each arch, but much like Sebastain, I sorta reveal in it. It's cathartic to me somehow. I can't explain it, but I do like seeing Ciel lose his shit and be pathetic a lot. I also like seeing his demon butler take care of him, because Ciel is only 13.

Ciel has committed literal crimes. Like, murder is defiantly something he's partaken in at least three times since the beginning of the Madame Red Arc alone. And he is basically a nervous dog with enough spite to kill god. Or at the very least, kill his dear butler, Sebastian. Which almost happened thanks to the Undertaker. God I almost feel bad for that demon. Almost.

His gender is something I do crave though. Something about the opulent style mixed with the clearly childish outfits is super cute! Not to mention the dark gothic vibes. Like these fantasy outfits are so cute and I agree with the art team during that one arc that was super serious. I miss Ciel in very flashy, eye-catching, Victorian inspired clothing. His clothing style inspired my very hyper specific gender need of complex cute and girlish outfits but tailored for boys in specific.

That is to say, Ciel is a muse to me outfit wise. And making art of him. Also character study wise. I relate to his struggles a lot, and he's helped me learn how to more reasonably respond to trauma. I... don't know how that works, seeing as he's a repressed traumatic mess with PTSD. But I guess sometimes you need a character that is a wreck to show you how to not be one.

I love him, so much. I hope the kiddo gets to die a fairly peacefully death in the end. Since ya know, he was dead before the narrative even started going. And at the current moment, that's the only way I see the storyline ending. It would suck and yet it would be only natural. Although if we get canon Demon!Ciel I wouldn't be opposed to it in the slighest!

Matsuda!!!

It is him, the "just a guy" of guys. He literally starts out the manga looking in his thirties and by the time he is seen in the one shot with his hair grown back out he looks like he turned 21 yesterday. You straight up overlook him in the manga for so long until one day BAM he's in your face and he's being cute.

He is literally trying his best at all times, and I love him for it. He's currently in my brain 24/7. I am making a whole ass fic about him and Beyond, and I'm getting a birthday present about him once more. I love him. He's literally babygirl.

Of course, a man who is perfectly well adjusted is not a part of my blorbo list. And I can promise you, Matsuda Touta is not well adjusted. He's just a sunshine boy though. He's that one person who is actually deeply traumatized and when opens up about it, people are questioning how he isn't a depressed ball on the floor. Because, like, he really should be? He haunted by both L and Soichiro's death but he just sorta pushes on anyways?

He bounces back and looks happy and acts it a lot. But he really is suffering on the inside. He's like a repressed time bomb that doesn't even know he's repressed. And lord help him by the time the one shots roll around. You almost wonder how many break downs he's had in private post Light's death. And yet he's still a police officer, who seemingly didn't learn a damn thing from the Kira case. Still bright eyed and willing to jump off a building if it meant securing the outcome of for the case.

Gotta love him. His gender is so aggressively just a guy™. He really shouldn't have been in such a dark piece of media. He's written as comic relief, but he really starts out the manga thinking he's in a normal murder mystery manga. Only to meet L and decide that he's now in a dorky comedy. Only to have Light be put on the team and then is CONVINCED it's a romcom. Man can't get any breaks because he only realizes it's a tragedy he's been put into once L is dead.

If anyone in death note deserves a soft epilogue it's Matsuda and the rest of the task force. They went through so much shit, and for what? Light's ego trip into ego death? Not far.

I think a good little follow up for Matsuda would be him being domestic and helping out what remines of the SPK. He needs a rich authority figure anyways. Plus Near could use the company too.

Finally, the puppy in a human's(?) body! Luo Binghe!!

Somehow, he isn't normal. Like at all.

I can't really say much about him because all I know is stuff about him in passing and from the first few chapter(s?) of the book because Riku read it to me. I'm a disaster case and it was the only way to get me to read the story. Legally.

But like the artists who did the official art on the books got me smitten with him. Like look, his hair is so curly and long, and he's just so cute. He's an oversized dog who's in love with his less than good teacher. It's cute, a little messy, but cute.

He's also in the wrong story aggressively. He was literally written to be a stallion novel protag. His real story (the one that's closer to how SVSSS is written as) should be an idiot plot with countless misunderstanding. Like Romeo and Juliet mixed with the tale of Orpheus. No, I'm not kidding. It would be funny though.

Unfortunately, not much to say here, since I actually should learn more about him. But like, I'm sorry. He's unironically so fucking cute. I want him to have the world. He deserves it all.

[milkybishop]

i'm answering all these bleach asks cause i like bleach and want to:

Who are your top three favorite characters and why? (It can be arrancars, espada, humans, soul reapers, zanpakuto spirits, souls, visoreds, fullbringers, and of course I can’t forget the quincies): Yumichika...like of course Ikkaku Kenpachi

Who is/are your least favorite character(s) and why?: So many, but none I like HATE, I just have no interest in when they're on screen PERSONALLY: Toshiro Gin Hisagi Kira Hinamori Most of the fullbringers Shino Madarame (solely because she brought in the storyline that ikkaku is from a noble/upper class family) Omaeda Bount Arc guys Mod Soul arc guys Kon (just for being a perv) Ulquiorra (i like his design i just...i never get him so i never get into him y'know?) Pepe (...just makes me uncomfortable which is intentional but...) Zabimaru (ONLY in the Zanpakuto arc design, turn back into the baboon please even though i like rough-voiced women, i hate the snake child)

Favorite minor character?: I'm not sure what counts for minor cause Kubo is so wishy-washy with character's presences. But, Tatsuki, lesbian of all time. Or Jackie Tristan.

Favorite zanpakuto?: Character-wise: Fuji/Ruri'iro Kujaku (causes the gay allegories, will always be famous) Aesthetic-wise: Chika Shihōin's Zanpakutō (pretty, love a tassle)

Favorite shikai? Ability-wise: Sakasama no Sekai (i think it's really fun and relatively simple and can catch anyone off-guard but Katen Kyōkotsu is also fun but soo complicated i still don't fully get its rules sometimes) Aesthetic-wise: Ichigo's initial shikai (talented, brilliant, incredible, iconic)

Favorite bankai?: Ability-wise: Kannonbiraki Benihime Aratame (spoilers) (it's op as hell and sooo in character for Urahara with the dissection vibe) Aesthetic-wise: Senbonzakura Kageyoshi (the image of the blades rising in the dark has always stuck with me but there's alot of contenders Katen Kyōkotsu: Karamatsu Shinjū or Minazuki)

Favorite kido? (It can be bakudo, hado, or kaido): Man, idk, Rikujōkōrō cause it's the only one I remember the ability of

Favorite squad? Squad 11 of course, without question.

Favorite captain?: Kenpachi but I also don't think he's a good captain sdjhgjdhg. So, Shunsui I think, he's the most competent. Or Mayuri, cause he's weird and interesting.

Favorite lieutenant?: I think Ikkaku? Cause of his loyalty. But also his ass does not do the lieutenant's work so actually probably Nanao.

What’s your favorite opening theme from the series?: Orange Range - *Asterisk, OP1 (always and forever)

What’s your favorite ending theme from the series?: My Pace - SunSet Swish, ED 6 (i just like the beat)

Favorite manga panel?: This is like evil, there's too much choice. Like I LOVE kubo's use of negative space so I adore so many of those impact panels. I think Kyoraku Shunsui's Bankai reveal page slays cause of the paint texture. Rose's star blast wound panel. Ichigo's vasto lorde form reveal. Soooo many panels in the Unohanna vs. Zaraki fight like her bankai reveal. I'm going to keep this in mind when I do my re-read after the anime ends and then come back to this kxjhgkjdhfg.

Most heart-wrenching death?: Unohana. I think it was sad for the characters but mostly for ME, cause she served every ounce of cunt and then died. I always say, if Kubo is to finally abandon his habit of reviving/bringing characters back, I hope he stills brings her back no matter what. Tousen's is up there.

Favorite arc and why? Soul Society: The Sneak Entry Arc, hands down. AND NOT JUST CAUSE YUMICHIKA IS INTRODUCED, it's the arc that has the most fights I'm interested in, the most development for some characters and others get to shine. I do definitely think nostalgia is a big reason too because I think that the first time I ever saw Bleach and it's where I got to in Bleach before dropping off when I was a kid. But I do love it.

Favorite movie and why?: I think Memories of Nobody, maybe Hell Verse? Because I think they had good stories and I remember being really into either it was the animation or emotion of Memories of Nobody. I think Hell Verse, I liked the animation. But honestly, I don't remember much about the movies and I watched them only last year.

Favorite piece of merch that you own? I think it's my Yumichika tote bag? But I love alot of my merch, and especially my Ichigo figure my friend's boyfriend won for me in one of those remote crane games (and it got lost to the transit void and we'd all given up hope).

Do you have any tattoos? Yes. Yumichika cat tattoo by @ kiera_tattoo (no pics cause there's something we need to tweak when I can next get a trip to London ;-; ), but I love it!! still thinking about getting a panel tattoo or sword but atm not Looking for one.

If you’re a fic writer, who do you write for? I don't write fic much but it is Yumichika/Ikkaku but usually just musing on how a reveal might look or their past. It's not really shippy.

If you are an artist, do you have a favorite character to draw?: I don't do fanart much, so I've only drawn Yumichika.

If you could be in the Bleach universe would you be a soul reaper, visored, human, quincy, espada or arrancar?: God I'd probably be a human who sits at home not questioning buildings getting exploded.

Free space to ask whatever you want that I missed or talk about something that isn’t mentioned! Favourite flashback: All of Turn Back the Pendulum

[j-graysonlibrary]

The Xiang Chronicles: Book Three Chapter 29

Title: The Xiang Chronicles: Book Three

Author: Jay Grayson

Word Count: 107k

Genres: Fantasy, adventure, drama, LGBT+

Available on: my website

Synopsis: Only one Xiang remains and her name is Merra. She hopes to unite the land by force and plow down anyone in her way—especially the people of Agni who she deems faithless and the native people of Terra who refuse to cooperate with her.

Raine continues to serve his Lord but he has taken to alcoholism to soothe his grief—a fact he keeps out of his letters with Heidi. Baiya has returned to mercenary work in order to keep his family safe while Kira is on the warpath. He, fully, takes on the title of Chaaya and means to defeat the Xiang he sees as false.

And, in a guarded castle in Enlil, a stir-crazy Princess dabbles in the dark arts, setting in motion something even Tiandi cannot see.

Full chapter 29 under the cut

Chapter XXIX:

“Stop!” Raine shouted right as Gongji flopped to the ground.

Kira glared at him, at least understanding, to a degree, what was going on now. “Why?” he growled. “Why would you stop me?!”

“Raine!” Merra shouted in joy. She felt she had someone on her side and, with his help, she could beat back both the Chaaya and the new strangers with abilities of their own.

But, rather than answer Kira or go and join Merra, Raine looked at the strangers and yelled, “I asked you to stay in the pub for a few minutes! Was that really so hard?!”

At first, May, Fujin, and Kaz were only guilty of following Pangu away from the pub and into the center of the city but, once he laid eyes on Merra and said, “That is her; that is the new Xiang,” everything else had been their decision.

May wanted revenge for Merra pushing that marriage plan on her and, of course, Fujin and Kaz would follow any order May gave.

“Wait,” Pangu had grabbed the princess’ shoulder and then pointed. “Kira…”

“Your second disciple?” Fujin asked.

“Your best friend?” Kaz took a slightly different approach.

“He is…” Pangu stuttered. “He is poisoned…” Then a heavy realization hit him. “He will try to kill the Xiang and her disciples.”

“Shouldn’t we let him?” May raised an eyebrow.

“Not like this.” He shook his head. “We should still help him though.”

So, when Ashoka attempted to throw fire at Kira, May struck first and then Kaz leapt into the air while Fujin rushed ahead. Pangu tried to keep his eyes on all the players but when Merra sent jagged rocks toward May, he had to interfere.

Raine’s reaction to everything had not even occurred to him.

“He felt the miasma being pulled away!” May shouted back at Raine and pointed to Pangu. “We were curious!”

In her moment of distraction, Merra shot out fire but Fujin was quicker and her shield swung between them, taking the hit in May’s place. The suddenness of it still startled the princess and she fell back onto her ass, yelping.

Unfortunately, Fujin was then open and Ashoka took Merra’s lead and summoned fire in her hand as well. She went to throw it so Pangu sent it off course with a fireball of his own.

That was the third element Merra had seen the mystery man use and her stomach flipped. None of this made any sense—not one bit of it.

Her eyes landed back on Raine who was now blocking and dodging attacks from Kira. He was between the Chaaya and Xiang, yes, but she did not feel especially protected by him either.

He knew her other attackers.

“Raine!” she shouted, trying to summon all the courage she had left, “What is going on?”

“Why does it matter?” Gongji groaned as he floated backward, away from Kaz. “Open a portal to the spirits, Merra!”

“I cannot!” she all but screeched, “They are worried about the miasma!”

At the sound of the word ‘miasma’ Kira released a cloud of it and more, smaller tendrils shot out at the Xiang and her disciples.

Pangu shifted the ground under their feet, knocking all of them off balance and then pushing Merra, Gongji, and Ashoka forward with a hefty dose of air. They were able to get back up in a moment and they realized they were farther away.

So they started to run.

“Let me get past you!” Kira snapped at Raine but was unwilling to actually hurt him to push past him. Every vine he sent his way was easily blocked or evaded and had yet to aim for anything vital.

“Keep him here,” Raine instructed and did not dare take his eyes off of Kira. He knew too well how fast those miasma portals could be summoned.

Kaz pointed his spear to him but kept his distance while Fujin and May both worked to create a bubble of air around him, holding him steady. May’s arms, however, trembled considerably, like an old leaf clinging to a branch through a hurricane.

Pangu hurried to Raine’s side, right in front of Kira.

“Are you really going to turn me in…?” Kira’s brow furrowed and he jerked against his invisible restraints. “Really, Raine?”

“We have more important matters than that or your revenge.”

“Oh, is that so?” he spat, feeling more furious at the man than he thought possible. He had almost killed a disciple. He had been seconds away from it.

But Raine…

He was out of his armor which was odd and just plain strange to see. He was also with a group of people who could use the air element, one of which was completely covered up except for his eyes. Something was happening, definitely so, but Kira had a difficult time shaking the visceral anger at having his kill stolen from him.

When Raine reached to the mystery man and yanked the cloth from his head and from around his face, Kira almost did not want to humor him by paying any attention. He was so exhausted, so frustrated, that he was sure he did not have it in him to care.

That sentiment did not last but a second.

Raine revealed the face of the dead.

The face of his dearest friend.

Kira’s head started to shake before he even finished registering what he saw. His eyes locked onto the bright green irises of the only true Xiang in his book and he saw the same spark in there—the same life that existed over a year ago. Everything about him was identical. Every detail, exactly the same.

But it was an impossibility.

Kira had seen the extent of necromancy—a still dead dog with possibly another dog’s soul in it that liked him more than his supposed owner. While, functionally, it was a body brought back to life, it was still a dead body. With odors and unpleasant imagery to match.

This was Pangu. In the flesh. Living and breathing as if he had not been impaled through the chest a year and a half ago.

“It is Pangu,” Raine stated the obvious, “There is a lot to explain, obviously, but if you just come with us—”

Kira did not let him finish and he did not take his eyes off of the ghost before him. “I mourned you.”

Pangu’s eyes watered—burning tears rose to the surface. “I know.” His voice even quivered. He then repeated, quieter, “I know…”

“May over there brought him back in a ritual,” Raine tried again, to explain.

“Shut up,” he used his words like weapons, slashing wildly to defend himself. His body began to tense, pressing against his restraints with everything he had.

Pangu’s heart sank. He knew Kira was likely to react in such a way but he had not expected it to be so bad. Raine had warned him about what he was like the last time they met. How set on revenge he was. How angry.

He had just hoped, foolishly it seemed, that showing himself to Kira would be a salve to everything.

The tears accumulating in his eyes spilled over and he reached out a hand as he took one, staggered, step forward. He noticed, immediately, that Kira flinched as he came closer. “Please, Kira,” he pleaded, “It is me.”

That was the worst part, honestly, Kira thought. As Pangu approached, arms out and looking ready for a hug, his energy spiked in response to his anxiety. The air around him was pushed out, sending everyone else around him back and onto the ground—all with the exception of Raine and Pangu.

“No!” Kira shouted, rejecting the hug and any notion of it.

“Kira?”

He was already hurt.

He would continue to be hurt.

Of course, on the one hand, Kira was elated to see Pangu alive, regardless of how it had come to be. He was beside himself to know that he was okay. That he had a chance to live again.

But that did not take the past year away. It did not erase everything Kira had felt, had anguished over, and had broken on the inside. It definitely did not erase what he had done.

If Pangu knew even half of the things he had done since his death, he would never want to be near him again. He had accepted a lot of things back when Kira was still his disciple but there was a line. And that line had been crossed for some time.

“Stay back…” Kira warned and started to seep miasma from his body, partly on purpose and partly just because it was something his body did under stress.

The strangers with air resonance all stepped away, not wanting to be infected but Raine stood his ground and looked on with a deep frown while Pangu silently cried.

What had they expected? Kira found himself thinking.

Did they think he would just embrace Pangu and swear off his revenge? He had not been just plotting by himself in a cave somewhere. He had become a Chaaya—fully. He spent most of his time with Shakti herself.

How was he supposed to just come back after that?

Anger mixed with pain and relief and more shame than Kira could bear to even acknowledge. He shook his head and continued to walk backward with his hand out, both as a warning to everyone and a means to protect himself. “Stay away from me…”

“Kira…” Pangu called out again but he could not take it any longer.

He drew open a portal and jumped through, without another look back.

It closed and Fujin and Kaz stood up to dust themselves off. May remained on the ground, trembling slightly, so Fujin stopped by her to help. The princess immediately clung to her side and buried her face. Kaz could not be sure what was, exactly, wrong with her and his attention was more focused on Pangu anyway.

His heart was so clearly broken and the tears fell like streams down his face now. His breath hitched and he let out a sob, quickly being comforted by Raine who was not faring any better.

Kaz felt he needed no further context or understanding for just how close they had been before. While he did, momentarily, wonder if Pangu would ever be that torn up over him if they were in a similar situation, he shook that away and focused on what was important.

“Hey…we should probably leave,” he said in a whisper as he walked over to them. He rubbed the side of Pangu’s arm—the one part of him not held by Raine.

“I am sorry, Pangu,” Raine apologized, not acknowledging Kaz or anyone else in the moment. “I really…really thought he would be happy to see you. I am sorry.”

Pangu tried to speak. He said the start of something but it was unclear what it was before he broke down into another sob and buried his face against Raine’s chest.

Fujin pulled May closer and gave her brother a concerned look. It let him know she was feeling quite similar to him, at least about a very particular aspect of the situation.

They had to be in charge now.

Back in the castle, they could order some of the other guards around, sure, but May was always the one they listened to the most and they had to take direction from her. Then, once they left, Pangu was like their leader. Even May conceded a good deal of her power to him since she was in new territory. When Raine joined, he took control and they had been following him since Castelle.

Kaz honestly was not sure he enjoyed the position of leader much.

“There they are!” a disgruntled voice came as a group of soldiers entered the square. The lord was back and he most definitely was not alone.

“Okay, we need to go,” Fujin said through gritted teeth. “Now!”

Kaz pushed Raine and Pangu into the opposite direction of the crowd, trying to jump start them into running. He then shot out a wall of air, sending some of the soldiers back but, mostly, just slowing the rest down. Fujin copied him and sent some more to the ground so they had a few extra minutes for their escape.

[stresslitzia]

I was bored and edited some sprites into Kira.

Specifically Shanna, Echidna, Eirika, Neimi, Karla, Farina, and Cath.

Don’t ask me why I did this. I have no answers.

[heliads]

I’d like to request a Liam Dunbar one-shot. Liam and his girlfriend, who is a witch, are polar opposites. She is chill and laid back, rarely raises her voice, and is the only one who can calm down Liam’s fiery temper. One day, someone says something bad about Liam, and she loses her shit and drags this person to FILTH. Everyone on the sidelines watches the drama unfold and is like “Damn”, and Liam is sitting there acting like a big-ass simp.

anon thank you so much for this request i have been wanting to write for teen wolf (and liam especially) for so long

masterlist

Your boyfriend is standing next to you, trying to convince you to do something that’s utterly undesirable to both of you. Liam Dunbar speaks with the hesitancy of someone advocating to pull their own teeth without anesthesia, but at least he’s starting to get around to the idea. 

You, however, are not convinced. Not yet. You approach the conversation as if you’re talking to a cagey animal, one that could snap at your throat at a moment’s notice. 

“Liam, are you sure about this? I mean, we both know how this ends.”

Liam sighs, unhappy but determined to see this sadistic plan through. “I know, but if we skip another one of Lydia’s parties, she’s going to kill us.”

You grimace. “It’s not even about Lydia! We’ve been to her place all the time.”

Liam nods slowly. “There’s still a problem, though.”

“There is a problem,” you admit, “and I think we both know what it is.”

Liam exhales slowly. “How about we both say what we think the problem is so we can talk it out together? People used to tell me that all the time whenever I got mad and started punching things.”

You shrug. “Sure, why not? On the count of three: one, two–”

“Brett Talbot?”

“Brett Talbot.”

Liam leans back, thunking his head against the wall behind him. “Yeah, I thought that was why. I mean, I like going to parties. The only exception is the one time Kira invited me over to Lydia’s beach house and it ended up being a front so they could chain me to a wall and force me to face my werewolf-ness.”

You try to hide a laugh. “That wasn’t entirely their fault, though. As I recall, you were making it quite difficult to have a conversation about your new supernatural status.”

Liam spreads his hands. “Yeah, because Scott bit me out of the blue and tried to kidnap me! You can’t deny that avoiding him wouldn’t be your best bet. Besides, you can’t even comment on that, because you weren’t bitten at all. You just got handed a spell book.”

You raise a brow. “That’s a severe oversimplification of how one becomes a witch, but sure. Anyways, the point is that we need to figure out what we’re doing about this party. Are we going or not?”

Liam’s shoulders stiffen. “We don’t really have a choice, do we? We have to be there, and so does Brett. I can’t believe Lydia thought it would be a good idea to invite him over.”

You gesture vaguely with a free hand. “I kind of get her point of view. Brett, Lori, and the rest of Satomi’s pack would be good allies, especially because we need everyone we can get fighting on our side. Besides, I think they’re counting on you being closer to Brett than you actually are.”

Liam squeezes his eyes shut as if trying to block out the thought. “Yeah, I know. I’m trying, too. I’m sure Brett isn’t that bad of a guy once you get past his inherent asshole personality, but that’s practically impossible. Every time I try to bury the hatchet, he intentionally provokes me into doing something stupid, like hitting him.”

You nod in sympathy. Everyone in the McCall Pack, and the entire town of Beacon Hills for that matter, can see that Brett and Liam will likely be enemies turned reluctant allies until the end of time. Werewolves have to stick together, but the two guys are practically polar opposites. They only speak when absolutely forced to in life or death situations, like when they’re being chased by hunters or playing each other in lacrosse games.

“Listen, we can do this, right? We can avoid him the whole time. Lydia’s house is big, I’m sure we can manage to ditch Brett Talbot for an hour and a half.”

Liam raises a brow. “You actually believe that? Besides, don’t you hate him just as much as I do?”

You can’t deny this. “You got me there. He’s just so annoying about my whole witch thing. I swear, if I hear him call me ‘Hermione Granger’ or ‘Merlin’ one more time, I’m actually going to punch his nose in, werewolf strength or no werewolf strength.”

Liam chuckles. “That would be pretty funny to see, actually.”

You look at him resolutely. “So? Have we made a decision?”

Liam’s mouth tightens, and the scowl on his face reminds you of a military general about to order his troops into a slaughter. “We’re going to Lydia’s party, and we’re going to deal with Brett Talbot. It might kill us, but we’re doing it.”

He takes your hand, and you squeeze it in sympathy. “Let’s get this over with.”

You and Liam arrive at Lydia’s door soon enough, or too soon for you. Liam’s practically vibrating with stress, but one touch of your fingers against his arm and he’s cooling down again. Lydia beams at the two of you when she opens her door, and you’re rewarded with the thought that at least your friends will be happy that you’re here. Perhaps they’re dreading Brett’s arrival as well.

Brett, however, seems to know exactly when he isn’t wanted. He’s practically waiting by the door, although he stages it as if he’s just passing through. He barely even looks at Liam, electing instead to toss a rather unceremonious wink to you.

“So happy to see you, Hermione. I love a girl who can use magic.”

It’s tough to keep a scowl from crossing your face, but you keep the anger inside. Brett walks away once he’s sure that he’s upset Liam, leaving the two of you simmering side by side.

Liam mutters something under his breath. “I can’t stand the guy.”

You hum in agreement. “Neither can I. I mean, that last sentence didn’t even make any sense.”

Liam snorts, and you’re glad to see that if he’s laughing, he at least isn’t looking to punch Brett. 

Across the room, Scott calls Liam over. You’re not left alone for long, though, as Lydia sidles up next to you.

She stands nearby, watching Liam go. “Listen, I love the fact that the two of you are together, but sometimes, I just don’t understand it. Isn’t it frustrating to be with someone who gets angry so quickly? I mean, the two of you are practically nothing alike. You could stay cool in the middle of a wildfire, and he’s, well, he’s Liam Dunbar.”

The corner of your mouth twitches up in a rebellious smile, and you just manage to tamp it down in time. “We’re more alike than you think, Lydia. Trust me on that.”

Your friend shrugs. “Say what you will. I’ll be happy to be proven wrong, I guess.”

You do laugh at that. “Lydia, you’re the smartest person I know. You’d only be happy to be proven wrong because it’s never happened to you before.”

Lydia looks pleased at that. “I do adore your compliments. Say, is that Kira just coming in? I need to talk to her about whether or not kitsunes have visions. It’s rather frustrating to keep getting them all by myself.”

You wave goodbye, electing to spiral deeper into the party. A red plastic cup is pressed into your hand, and you greet several friends before finding Liam once more. He seems to be in better spirits, although that could just be because Brett hasn’t shown his face since you arrived.

Liam grins. “I’m almost glad we came.”

You smile back at him. “Me too.”

Liam steps closer, his hand finding a way around your waist. “Maybe we should do this more often.”

You lean into him. “I think you’re right.”

You could gladly get lost in Liam for the rest of the night; perhaps for the rest of the week, as well. However, just before you manage to sink your consciousness into your boy, you hear something, a prickling at the back of your neck. You’ve been fighting to survive long enough to know that you need to trust your instincts, so you do.

Lifting your head up from where it had been pressed against Liam’s shoulder, you glance around the room, searching for the source of the disturbance. There- across the groups of supernaturals scattered throughout Lydia’s place, a tallish boy is whispering all sorts of dastardly secrets to the few members of Satomi’s pack who don’t know enough to stay away from him.

The boy is Brett Talbot, of course it had to be him. You listen closer, twitching your fingers as you cast a spell. Now you can hear even better than Liam with his werewolf senses, and what you pick up isn’t good. Brett is saying all sorts of things about how Liam’s useless, how your boyfriend can scarcely pick himself off the floor long enough to provide some sort of use to the rest of your pack.

He is quiet about it, of course. No one else can hear him, and other than the devilish smirk on Brett’s face, you wouldn’t know he was talking about anything other than safe topics like homework or hunter fighting techniques.

However, you do know better, and what you know makes you utterly furious. You press a hand to Liam’s chest, stepping away. “I need to handle something. I’ll be right back.”

Liam looks curious, and then his gaze flicks between you and the no doubt terrifying expression on your face to Brett, the target of your glare, and he understands.

The crowds part involuntarily, as if something in them can tell that they need to get out of your path. Magic has a way of doing that, of fulfilling your needs before you even manage to form them in your head long enough to realize them. Perhaps the world spins around your fingers, perhaps it always did. Right now, you’re going to get exactly what you want, and Brett Talbot doesn’t even know enough to run.

He’s still going off now, diving into some endless circle about how he can’t believe Liam has managed to stay alive long enough to keep going off his rocker again and again. Brett’s voice is quiet, because even in his moment of jealous hatred he knows enough to at least pretend to shut up, but yours is crystal clear.

“What was that, Talbot?”

Brett stiffens, and turns around slowly to face you. Some part of him must register that he’s made a grievous error, but he doesn’t admit it yet.

Instead, he plasters on the brightest smile you’ve ever seen. “Y/N, what a pleasant surprise. I would love to dance, of course, but there might be some people here who wouldn’t want that.”

Brett dares to glance over at Liam, and you want to throttle him.

“I’m sorry, did the washed up private school faker who does more running away from a fight than in a lacrosse game try to say something?”

Brett blinks slowly. “Did you just insult me?”

You nod, painstakingly slowly, as if you’re speaking to a child. “I most certainly did. If you didn’t understand me, I can do it again. You’re a coward and a fool, someone who relies on Liam to get you out of trouble because you haven’t learned to fight despite being a werewolf for years. I mean, what do you even do with your claws and fangs, practice your smile in the mirror?”

You can see people starting to gather around in your peripheral vision, as if they can sense that something is happening and they want to see the show. Brett shifts restlessly, apparently noticing that he’s no longer the hero in the eyes of everyone here.

Desperate to save face, he juts his chin out, assuming the typical stance of an asshole who thinks he’s brave. “I wouldn’t say such things if I were you.”

You laugh, and the sound makes him shudder. “Or what, you’ll hurt me? Go ahead, Brett. Try and land a finger on me.”

Brett startles forward, but freezes just as quickly against the spell you’ve cast. He strains against the force of your magic, but the only thing he can manage to do is get his eyes to glow uselessly. His fingers twitch at his sides, begging to release claws that just won’t come.

You arch a brow. “Having trouble, Brett? It wouldn’t be a first. How is it that every time I see you, you’re always needing my help? I mean, I swear Liam and I have had to rescue you from hunters about a dozen times now. I just don’t get it. Is it true that you only know how to run and not actually fight like the rest of us, or are you just too much of a weakling to actually grow a backbone?”

Brett glares at you. “Let me go,” he mutters through clenched teeth.

You smirk. “Why should I? It’s not like you could be of any help if I do.”

Brett’s eyes dart around the room, taking in all the people watching. He knows what he has to say, but he doesn’t want to say it, not at all.

However, it’s not like he has a choice. “Fine. I’m sorry I said that stuff about Liam. He’s not weak, and he can fight well.”

You nod. “I suppose that’s what makes him different from you, then.”

You wave your fingers, and the spell releases. Brett lets out a ragged exhale, opening his mouth to issue out some witty retort that will no doubt restore his status at this party, but you’ve already turned your back. Why care about what he has to say? You’ve made your point.

Lydia briefly meets up with you on your trip back through the room. “I think I’ve just been proved wrong. I get it now.”

She jerks her chin towards Liam, and you feel your heart lift at the sight of him. Liam Dunbar looks as if he’s just seen a miracle clothed in human skin, one that goes by your name and loves him just as much as he loves you. His eyes are child-wide, a shameless grin stretching ear to ear.

When you walk up to him, Liam can scarcely speak around his smile. “That was amazing.”

You can’t help but grin back at him. “It certainly felt amazing.”

Liam nods, still beaming. “If this is what happens when we go to parties, I don’t think I’ll ever refuse an invitation again.”

You’re used to seeing Liam angry, furious, vengeful. Right now, he’s practically a different boy, all delighted looks and crushing heartbeats. He loves you, that much is obvious. What’s also obvious is that you love him, utterly so. Who could need anything else?

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[xiaongh]

[ greedy. ]

➤ pairing: light x fem!reader

➤ cw’s: light’s kind of an asshole, misa doesn’t take a hint, reader takes matters into her hands, lingerie, suggestive near the end, jealousy, drinking, and kissing.

➤ summary: light was not noticing you or contacting you anymore, you had to do something about it. even if you had to step out of your comfort zone. 

➤ w. count: 2.5k+

➤ request by @420vampire​: Fanfic request. Can I please get a light Yagami x reader smut where y/N tries to impress light by wearing a slutty outfit she only does it because she's jealous of Misa I hope this makes sense lol

➤ a/n: yo, i love this man so much. like you have no idea. also, this takes place after the timeskip because it makes more sense since misa was all over him in that episode. you know, when they were on the couch staring at the fire? yeah. reader is bisexual. gif isn’t mine.

misa meant well. you knew that, the only reason she was ‘dating’ light was because she had the shinigami eyes, and light was just using her. but sometimes, the ‘act’ would get too realistic just like now and it was pissing you off. 

oh how you wanted to just go over there, grab light by his tie, and show misa that he was yours and yours only. but for the sake of yourself, you kept cool as misa smothered light with kisses on the cheek, sometimes aiming for his lips just for him to dodge her attempts because he knew you wouldn’t forgive him so easily. 

the grip you had on your cup was starting to hurt your fingertips. light gave you a side eye glance, “you okay, (y/n)?”

misa stopped her smothering for a second to look over at you. you and misa were friends. she was the one that introduced you to light even thought you had already been dating by then. misa also told you he was kira after he said she could even though you already knew. you were in the room when light kissed misa so she could shut up. she told you that they started dating, and you could do nothing but be ‘excited’ and smile for her. you didn’t want to ruin light’s plan, but it was moments like this that made you rethink your beliefs. 

“she’s just jealous that she’s single. right, (y/n)?” misa teased. 

“so jealous,” you agreed while giving her shoulder a shove to let her know that you knew she was teasing you. you smiled at her and misa smiled back before going back to her smothering. 

misa put her hands on either side of light and began kissing him. you could hear the sound of their lips smacking together, and you just wanted to grab light by his hair and smack the shit out of him. he was letting her kiss him. maybe to get a rile out of you, knowing that he liked when you got jealous.

you pulled your phone out to distract yourself, but that didn’t stop the sounds of misa giggling and the kissing sounds. 

deciding you had enough you got up from the couch and looked at them after they stopped to see what you were doing, “i’m gonna get going guys. my friends want to hang out, and i can never pass the idea of going out with them. and misa, maybe i might find a boy or girl i can hook up with,” you winked at misa and she grinned. 

if light was going to be an ass, why not give him a taste of his own medicine?

misa never liked when you were single, so this made her happy.

light’s eyes narrowed. “have fun, (y/n)! let me know all the details!” she smiled at you. 

you gave her a small smile, “will do, blondie,” you walked out the door, and called your friends, asking if they were up to go to the club you were going to. 

luckily, they all had said yes, which is where you were now; in a tight-fitted [f/c] dress, grinding back up against a stranger to the beat. your friends were hanging around a cocktail table, all of them cheering you on silently. 

once the song had ended, you excused yourself and walked over to the cocktail table with your drink in hand, “why’re you guys staring at me?” you had to yell over the blaring music.

one of them chuckled, “it’s nice to see you have fun. you don’t normally like to go out with us, so it’s nice to see you like this. especially after you started dating that kite guy,” you punched them on the shoulder playfully. 

“his name is light, you dunce,” you rolled your eyes with a smile.

“and you’re very hot,” the other said. 

“yeah, like very,” the other two agreed with the one on your right. 

“i know i am, thanks,” you smiled at them, “let’s go dance, you’re all been a bunch of losers just standing here.”

the friend in front of you let out a dramatic gasp and put a hand on her chest; as if you just shot her, “do you know who you’re talking to? i am (f/f/n), i am that bitch. do not underestimate me,” she walked over to the dance floor with your friends, yourself trailing behind them.

and there you danced for what seemed like hours, you had drank a little too much than you could take and you were stumbling on the dance floor, giggling.

one of your friends’ eyes widened when they looked over your shoulder, “your boyfriend’s here,” you scoffed. 

“you’ve got to be kidding me. it’s like he can’t live without you or something.”

“c’mere,” you slurred. you grabbed the friend on your right and grabbed them by their nape, pulling them close and locking lips with them. you gave your drink to the other friend next to you, and ran your fingers through their scalp with one hand while the other held the side of their neck. your tongue grazed their bottom lip before she opened her mouth, allowing you to exchange tongues, both of them meeting them in the middle as you turned your head to the right, hers tilting to the left.

light spotted you in the crowd. he wanted to get out as soon as he got in. it reeked of sweat, alcohol and weed. he pushed people out of the way occasionally since they didn’t hear him from the loud music.

your other two friends just stared with astonished faces as light saw what you were doing and walked over to you. 

when light was beside you, he tapped your shoulder. 

you pulled away and made eye contact with him. your lipstick came off and was present on your friends lips, and her lipstick was on yours. your eyes were dilated, and your cheeks were warm. you took a simple glance at light, just to get back to kissing your friend again. light didn’t like this at all. 

but then again, you were next to light and misa when they were being all gross. 

you pulled at your friends hair towards you, pulling her to you while she gripped your hair; both mouths opening and closing against each other sloppily, saliva going down your chin with your tongues flicking at each other. 

light pulled you away by the shoulder, and you wiped the saliva on your arm, “you okay, light?” you mocked him. 

“okay, let’s go,” he grabbed your wrist. 

you pulled it away, “hold on. i’m not done,” you grabbed your drink from the table and chugged it before locking lips with your friend once more, the alcohol present in your mouth and tongue.

“now i’m done. i’ll see you guys later,” you waved goodbye at them. 

the two girls stared at each other, the girl you kissed, and then at your retreating figure, “what the actual fuck just happened.”

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light seemed rather composed on the way back to your apartment. the only sign that showed his anger was the grip he had on the steering wheel and your thigh. his knuckles were white and the hand on your thigh was playing with the flesh, squeezing it rather harshly.

when he got to your apartment, he turned off the car after parking and sighed. he looked at you, “want to explain to me what that was?”

you simply ignored him as you undid your seatbelt and got your phone from the cup holders. you weren’t in the mood for any of this, you were tired and you just wanted to take off your heels, take off your dress and lay down.

you opened the door and got out, slamming it shut. you fumbled to get your keys when you didn’t even have them. you groaned before opening the car door again and got your keys from the cup holder, not sparing a glance at light.

light quickly got out and followed you, balancing you whenever you stumbled on the way to your apartment; the alcohol kicking in.

luckily you lived on the first floor, so you didn’t have to go on stairs. when you got to the door you unlocked it and entered; throwing the keys on the kitchen island.

light knew you wouldn’t forgive him so easily so he let you be. although he followed you around your apartment like a lost puppy.

you walked down the hallway; stumbling on your feet on your way to your room, hands reaching out to the walls to balance yourself. light saw this and came up behind, placing his hands on your waist. you scoffed, “don’t fucking touch me,” you slapped his hands off of you.

light grimaced. he wasn’t going to have it easy this time around. deciding that you needed your space, he left and went into your living room; switching between a few channels. he knew you would come back, one way or another you would.

and while he was waiting in your living room, you immediately plopped down onto your bed; not bothering to take off your heels since you really didn’t want to get up.

light normally wasn’t like this, and to be honest, it was kicking at your stomach like you did something wrong because you wouldn’t have done what you’d done if light didn’t do it first. you were petty. 

you felt your eyes fluttering, barely being able to keep them open. oh well, you’ll make it up to light later, but now that you laid down you didn’t want to get up.

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light’s eyebrows furrowed, weren’t you supposed to be out here by now begging him to forgive you? although his eyes were trained on the screen in front of him, he was thinking. had he crossed the line this time? yes, light was manipulative and very narcissistic, he loved. the last thing light would want was for him to hurt you in some kind of way. 

he stood up from the couch, taking slow steps towards the door; fearing that you were awake and in fact angry at him. his hand shook as he grabbed the handle, twisting it slowly. the door made a creaking noise and light peeked his head into the room. 

and there you were, on your stomach with your face pressed against the mattress -- drool dripping down your lips to the sheets. your back rising and falling; signaling that you were sleeping. 

light sighed. 

he knew that if he attempted to wake you up, it would make it harder for you to forgive him, so he let you be. light would just have to wait until you woke up. 

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your body shot up. it was one of those mornings where your body would just shoot up for no reason.

you groaned immediately, your whole body was hurting and you had a headache. hangovers are lovely. 

you looked around and light was nowhere to be found. and as much as you wanted to go back to bed, you wanted to look for light. but before you were able to even get up, a glass of water on the night stand caught your eye, along with a pain killer.

you grabbed the glass and chugged it. and when you finished drinking your water you were breathing heavily -- water after being hungover hit differently. 

you set the glass down and got up, leaving the room and entering the living room to see that light was sleeping on the couch. his forearm was covering his eyes and his feet were crossed. 

now was the time to make it up to light. you scurried back into your room - a grin etched onto your face as you opened your closet and grabbed a box from the very back. he would definitely forgive you now.

after you had put it on you left the room and peeked your head from other hallway to see if he was still sleeping; he was. 

you tiptoed your way to light, removing the pillow rested on his lap and sat yourself there. 

you leaned down and removed his forearm, pressing light kisses against his lips and face. light stirred and his eyes opened -- blinking a few times. 

when light finally registered what was going on he smirked, “oh? what’s this, darling?” he asked, watching as you unbuttoned his shirt and pressed kisses against his neck and chest. you sat on top of him with the lingerie set that you were when you and light first had sex.

“i’m sorry about yesterday, baby,” you whispered, looking him in the eyes. 

light hummed. “i am too, i crossed the line yesterday,” he picked up one of your hands and pressed his lips against your knuckles, “forgive me, my love?”

“mhm,” you nodded your head and leaned down’ connecting your lips with light. light placed his hands on your hips - sitting up and up against the cushions of the couch. 

you hummed into the kiss, smiling with both of your hands on both sides of his face. one of your hands trailed down his face to his chest, and to his belt. you hooked your finger on the loops and pulled him closer - making him sit up more straight.

light tilted his head, wanting to make the kiss more deep. he snuck his tongue in your mouth after letting it graze your bottom lip for a while, and knowing that you had no objection towards his action - he took action. light’s hand that was on your hip went to your thigh; squeezing the flesh. 

“give me more, please,” you spoke through the kiss as it got more desperate. hands wandering each other’s body, teeth clashing with one another, noses bumping against each other while breathing heavily. 

“whatever you want, love,” light pushed you down and attached his lips to your neck. 

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as soon as misa saw your state, wobbling legs, the afterglow, disheveled hair, a smile on your face and mascara running down your face; she squealed while grabbing light’s forearm and leading him to you, “who was it! don’t leave anything out.”

light hummed, “you two can chat about that, i’m gonna go get a drink,” after you and light had very rough and makeup sex, you told him he had to go back and you would also follow behind him after about 20 minutes so misa didn’t suspect anything. 

you sat her down, “his dick was big, and his tongue- my god misa that was the best sex i’ve ever had-” and you rambled on and on about the sex you had with light - misa oblivious to the fact that you were telling her what you had done with light who was across the room now with a drink in hand - his fingers were cramped up. 

[yslkook]

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summary: jungkook is a man of mystery and you take him on a date.

pairing: “badboy” jk x “shy/reserved” oc

warnings: cursing, alc, excessive use of pet names, a shitty relationship, unprotected sex (pls use protection, these two are being foolish) , some choking, grinding, making out, oral

word count: ~6.3k

a/n: if you want to be tagged, send an ask plz. would love to hear your thoughts. a big thank you to @cutechim for creating the texts for me lmao<33

***

Jungkook remains tight-lipped about what it was he had done over the weekend, when he had gone with Jin and Mina to a tattoo convention a few hours away. They had ended up staying the night there, and while Jungkook wanted to ask you to come with him, he wondered if it was too soon to ask. After all, you were both still enjoying each other’s company at your own sweet pace.

Eventually his little secret gets put on the back burner for the rest of the week. You were supposed to get bubble tea with him on Tuesday, but unfortunately a last minute work issue with your client and your application came up. You’d ended up working late, your eyes screaming in fatigue and went straight to bed that evening. He had understood, of course he did.

On Thursday, he was supposed to grab lunch with you at a cafe that he thought you might like, but this time it was him who had a conflict. His older sister had showed up to the tattoo parlor without any prior notice. She does this every so often, when things aren’t going well with her on again, off again shitty “boyfriend”.

Jungkook had sighed, cancelling on lunch with you to spend time with Jooyeon and comfort her with fried chicken and ice cream. You had sent an understanding thumbs up and a promise to call him later and end up having lunch with your work wife, Kira instead.

Kira who doesn’t fail to point out the glow in your cheeks and your general aura, even though it’s been nearly a week and a half since you saw Jungkook last. You roll your eyes and ignore the flames in your cheeks (and her laughter), and change the subject to your work projects. She tells you about some of the coding issues and compliance issues she’s been having with her software, and you tell her about the hours you’ve been pouring into your application for your client.

It doesn’t bother you that Jungkook hadn’t asked if you wanted to meet his sister. After all, he’d told you bits and pieces about her and her relationship. And in the last few weeks, your relationship has blossomed so beautifully. There was no reason to rush, you think. You’ll meet her hopefully under better circumstances for her.

Jungkook spends most of the evening with Jooyeon, letting her cry herself to sleep in his bed. His sister hardly ever cries like this, with sobs full of pain and hurt because of another man. But it’s been happening too much lately, too many fights and too much of Joo losing herself. It makes Jungkook see red more often than not. He knows what you’d say- that she needs him more than anything else and to not be so impulsive.

He makes sure Joo eats a warm meal before she falls asleep and he shoots you a text:

Jungkook: baby

You: hi

You: everything ok?

Jungkook: no, joo’s bf is a fkin asshole

Jungkook: she’s sleeping

Jungkook: miss u

You: im sorry baby :( can i call you?

He jumps at the chance, the sound of your voice and sight of your pretty face on video call instantly calming him. Jungkook is sure to wear a beanie to hide his surprise for you (but you don’t question it. After all, you’ve seen him in beanies plenty of times before and it’s dim in the apartment.) He moves to the couch, asking softly for you to tell him about your day. You recount every single detail from memory, shifting under your covers to tell him about how you had nearly stumbled down the stairs in front of your manager’s manager because you had missed a step.

It pulls a soft laugh from him.

“Jungkook,” You say quietly, “Do you want to talk about it?”

“I don’t even know what to say,” Jungkook sighs, “She’s just… Byung-woo and her have had this on and off thing for years now. He won’t commit to her and she just refuses to see him for what he is. Like, when it’s good, it’s really good. But when it’s bad, it’s awful. I wish she’d fucking see it for herself. I don’t know what to do anymore, baby.”

“Oh, baby,” You murmur, wishing you could hug him, “All you can do is be there for her but be honest with her. She’ll come around soon, hopefully. It’s hard to see past a shitty person sometimes, when all you want is for them to love you.”

“I hope so, too,” Jungkook says, “She’d love you, you know?”

“Who wouldn’t?”

“Don’t get a big head,” Jungkook chuckles, “Maybe you can meet her someday. Under better circumstances, I mean.”

“Really? You want me to meet your older sister?” You ask softly, feeling a little flustered, “That’s serious.”

“I told you, baby,” Jungkook soothes, “I’m serious about you.”

“Yeah. Seriously crazy about me,” You giggle to yourself. You know if Jungkook was with you, he’d flick your forehead.

“It’s true,” He murmurs, “Maybe I can see you this weekend?”

“Yeah, you still have to show me what you did over the weekend! Take care of Jooyeon first,” You reply, “Let me know if you need anything. I’ll drop stuff off, just tell me.”

“I will,” Jungkook promises, “Sleep well, I miss you.”

“Sleep well. I miss you.”

***

Jooyeon ends up leaving on Saturday morning after a lecture from Jungkook and with determined resolve in her eyes. You jump at the chance to take him out tonight, knowing how stressed he’s been the last few days.

You: be ready at 6:30 tn, im taking u out. and dress slutty

Jungkook doesn’t know how to interpret your text when he reads it. He considers asking Mina and Mei what this means, but ultimately leaves it alone. Replying to your message with a quick thumbs up, he busies himself with getting ready to see you (and surprising you, finally after a full week of wanting to show you what he had done.)

Once you parallel park your car (which takes far too long than you’d like to admit), you grab the small bouquet of purple roses that you had gotten for Jungkook and text him saying that you’ll be up in a few minutes.

Taehyung had caught you struggling to parallel park, and had told Jungkook with a snicker. Which earned him a punch to the arm.

There wasn’t a particular reason that you had chosen to get purple roses for him, other than the fact that they reminded you of him. You hope he likes them.

Jungkook hears a soft knock at the door, and can already envision you behind it. He hopes you like his surprise, the one he’s been teasing you for a week about. You had given no hints of what you would be wearing- you had only sent him one selfie that didn’t give much of a hint into your outfit. He has no doubt that you’ll look gorgeous, but still.

Maybe Jungkook’s nerves shouldn’t be this intense, but he can’t help it. He swings the front door open, only to be greeted by you swaying on your feet with your hands held behind your back. His heart throbs when you pull your hands apart and present him with a beautiful bouquet of purple roses.

How ironic.

“Hello,” You say with a small smile, suddenly feeling a little shy and gasping when your eyes land on his hair, “Wow. You weren’t kidding…”

His hair is tied back into a ponytail, but it’s unmistakably elegant and so violet. Two neat pieces of his newly dyed hair fall into his face effortlessly, but then your gaze reaches the piercing on his left eyebrow. Your lips remain parted in surprise and without thinking, you reach up to touch his hair. It’s still soft, as it always is.

“Come in, baby,” Jungkook says, taking the roses from you, “You must really like me, huh? Got me flowers and everything?”

“Shut up,” You mutter, cheeks heating up, “Don’t get a big head.”

Jungkook only grins wolfishly at you and winks at you, eyes unashamedly glued to your ass. You roll your eyes, and swat his shoulder as you watch him put the rose in a vase and place it in the center of the dining table.

This isn’t the first time you’ve been in his shared apartment (that he lives with Taehyung and Jimin in) but you somehow feel shy in his presence again, as if it was the first time. The first time you had been here with him had been the first time you had spent the night at his apartment several weeks ago, after a night out with your friends.

You let your gaze wander, curious eyes settling on the subtle matching of the furniture and the cleanliness of the apartment. There’s not a stray speck of dust in sight, but maybe you’re distracting yourself from addressing the pretty purple of his hair. Your mouth is dry, and you’re probably drooling a little. You wonder if Jungkook prepared for this, the same way you did (in that you had washed your car, cleaned every inch of it and gotten a new car freshener).

A faint scent of fresh laundry and lavender sits in the spaces of his home. It calms you and gives you the boost to turn your eyes to him.

“Thanks for the roses, baby,” Jungkook says, giving you a smile and starry eyes. He pulls you into his arms, your back against the counter. “Surprise. Do you like it?”

“Uh,” You mumble, brain deciding to short-circuit with the way he looks at you. His smile turns into a smirk, deciding to further render you speechless by pressing himself closer to you and cradling your neck. He’s careful not to touch your face. He doesn’t want to mess your makeup up terribly, at least not yet.

“I know you like my hair. Your face says it all, baby,” Jungkook continues and ducks his head for a quick kiss, “You’re pretty.” He does quite like this dress, light blue and dotted in small flowers with thin straps. His eyes are instantly drawn to the drawstring at the center of your chest and he quells the urge to pull at it.

Jungkook’s mouth waters when he sees the side split of the dress but you want more from him immediately, but he pulls away to your chagrin. Even with the simple kiss, the burgundy color of your lipstick stains his plump bottom lip.

You shiver. It appears that he tried to take your words via text to heart- to dress slutty. He’s wearing a loose animal print button up, with the top three buttons undone. It gives you a delectable view of his pecs, his collarbones and a hint of the tattoo on his right side. As if you weren’t already weak in the knees for him as it was, he wears a black coat and tight, leather pants.

Jungkook pulls it off, like he pulls everything off and the purple hair blends seamlessly with his look. Tonight, he’d opted for two silver hoops in each ear and a thin silver necklace to match.

Your knees are weak, they’ve been weak since you had seen him in this offensive outfit and his hair, his new piercing that was clearly an attack on your entire existence.

The purple hair. The piercing. He’ll be the death of you tonight, you know it. Your legs are wobbly, panties already probably a little wet just from seeing him and from a few of his kisses. But you can’t help it. Without thinking, you press your lips to his, drawing your tongue into his mouth eagerly. You are so hungry, so eager to devour him and drink up anything that he offers you. Jungkook tugs you closer to him lightly by your waist but-

“Seriously? Right in front of my dinner?” Comes an amused voice from behind Jungkook and you nearly screech at the familiar sound of Jimin’s voice.

“I- I didn’t-You-” You stammer, feeling your face heat up to a degree that it’s definitely never heated up to before. You hide behind Jungkook to fix your surely wrecked lipstick. You’re certain his own lips are probably comically smudged with your lipstick as well. “Sorry Jimin, I didn’t mean to. I didn’t know, we’ll leave-”

Jungkook only rolls his eyes at Jimin’s wide smirk and knowing eyes. He hears you scolding Jungkook for not telling him that anyone was home, to which he promptly responds “well, you didn’t ask!”

Despite the very natural and easy flow of conversation between you and Jungkook in your car, you still feel overheated and jumpy, your fingers incessantly tapping on the steering wheel. It’s not Jungkook, it’s you and your own nerves. It’s not the first time you’ve gone out to dinner with him and it’s certainly not the first time you’ve had him in your car. If Jungkook notices, he says nothing.

“Where are we going, baby?” Jungkook asks, looking at you. You don’t meet his eyes, choosing instead to focus on the road despite being at a red light.

“Umm, that place you mentioned the other day. The one we talked about trying together,” You say softly. Jungkook can only wonder why you’re a little quiet, but he thinks he knows. You slip into your head so easily and he doesn’t mind gently tugging you out of your thought cloud and into reality with him.

“Can you help me park,” You mumble sheepishly, “I get nervous parking in such tight spaces.”

“Yeah, pull over here before it’s impossible to,” Jungkook murmurs. You nod and do so, hopping out of the driver’s seat to switch places with him. But before you can get in the passenger’s seat, Jungkook grips your wrist loosely. You look at him curiously, with wide eyes and he drops a kiss to your lips, swallowing your surprise.

“You’re so pretty,” Jungkook murmurs, “So fucking pretty, baby. I love this dress on you.” You preen at his praise, leaning forward for another kiss with a shy smile. He subtly squeezes your left tit before letting his hand travel downward.

“You look really good, Jungkook,” You murmur before he kisses you, “I-I really, really like it. A lot.”

He gently caresses your thigh from under your dress, the heat of his hand shooting straight up your core. Jungkook slips his tongue into your mouth quickly, coaxing your endearing nervousness away. As if you both aren’t pulled over to the side of the street where cars are passing you by (and surely wondering why you both were making out like this in public).

“Are we gonna be those people who have a roadside quickie,” You laugh, gently pushing his shoulder when you pull away.

“Roadside quickie? Get your mind out of the gutter,” Jungkook says but his lips twist into a wicked smirk, “But hey, if you wanna give me road head, I’m not going to complain about it-”

“Ha, you would be so lucky,” You scoff, feeling your nerves beginning to ease out of you, “C’mon, our reservation is soon. And then we can talk about road head.”

Dinner goes perfectly and after a glass of wine you feel those inexplicable nerves wash away. What did you have to be nervous for anyway? It was Jungkook- Jungkook who you’ve known for years. Your friend before any of this. He asks you about work, how your application is going-

“Your client sounds pretty demanding,” Jungkook muses, “You keeping up with it okay?”

“Yeah, but I’m not even an application engineer so I’m just learning as I go. My true roots are data and data science but I get to see all of it. Which is cool. But also time consuming, like the other evening, I had to read up on the compliance regulations. But my favorite thing is creating modeling and programs for this app, it’s really cool because it’s healthcare specific. So I’m learning about that sector as well, it’s mostly python but we’ve been doing testing with different healthcare providers in the area and they’re all responding really well to it-” You’re rambling, you know it, but your passion for your career knows no bounds and Jungkook makes no move to stop you. He only smiles at you, eyes crinkling and nose scrunching, gesturing for you to continue.

It’s funny. Not even a few months ago, you would have cut yourself off from your own rambling. In an attempt to convince yourself that the other person didn’t need to hear about it. Maybe that was Sora’s subconscious influence on you. Today, you don’t think twice about it, glowing and shimmering under the dim, blue lights of the restaurant as you tell Jungkook more about your job.

He makes your heart race and he’s sitting right in front of you. Your chin is in your hands as you listen to the pretty words slipping out of his lips. He’s so dreamy, and you struggle to not let your gaze stray from his eyes and linger on his exposed tattoos and chest. You don’t even know where to look, deciding to settle on the way his newly purple locks fall to his forehead just perfectly.

“What do you wanna eat for dessert?” You murmur, looking at the menu and cautiously allowing your foot to brush against his.

In hindsight, you should’ve seen it coming-

“You,” Jungkook says easily, as if he’s talking about the weather.

“Corny,” You roll your eyes, but nudge his foot again. You end up deciding on sharing a slice of decadent, chocolate mousse cake. Which Jungkook ends up finishing off when you satisfy your sweet tooth after a few big bites.

He leans over without a second thought, thumbing away stray cream from the corner of your mouth. Your tongue darts out to lick the tip of his thumb and he looks at you with wide eyes before grinning roguishly.

“Wanna get outta here, baby?”

“Should I take you home, Jungkook?” You ask, finding the courage somewhere in the remnants of the glass of wine currently evaporating from your system to take his hand in your lap once you’re both settled in your car.

“Do you want to take me home?” Jungkook asks with a quirked eyebrow.

“I have some wine I think you’d like at my place. I just got it,” You say a little breathlessly, “And I have to inspect something, I might need your help.” Jungkook laughs, a little derisively and you pout.

“You don’t have to bribe me with wine, baby. You know I would’ve been down regardless,” Jungkook says, squeezing your hand, “What do you need to inspect? Do you have a leak or something?”

“Yeah, I’ve got a leak alright,” You say under your breath, thinking about the growing wetness in your panties, “My man just showed up here with purple hair and an eyebrow piercing, looking like a damn model after one whole week. I have to inspect him.”

“Oh, is that so? In that case, I would love to be your lab rat. Besides, it’s not like I haven’t seen the inside of your bedroom before-”

“Who said you’d get that far?”

“I already did, baby. Did you forget?” Jungkook’s smirk widens, eyes sparkling with mischief. He gently cups your face, thumb on your chin and hovers just over your lips. You think he’s about to kiss you, so you close your eyes in anticipation of his lips on yours.

But it never comes. Instead, his breath fans over your cheeks and he lets out a low laugh. “I sure didn’t forget, and I know you didn’t either.”

You roll your eyes and swat his hand away, ignoring (but letting out a smile) when he chuckles. You decide to hold his hand for as much of the drive back home you can.

Jungkook’s hands are on your hips even as you’re fumbling with the keys to your front door. He’s a distraction, his warm heat plastered against your back and the simple act of opening your damn door feels like too much of a chore. When Jungkook’s lips glaze over the back of your neck, his fingers roaming your waist, it’s difficult for you to focus.

So Jungkook scoffs and turns the key for you. “Can’t open the door, baby?” Jungkook taunts and you level him with a glare.

“It’s not my fault you can’t keep your hands to yourself in front of my door!”

“You like it,” Jungkook says, shutting the door behind him and hugging you as you try to walk away from him to wash up. You escape his grip with a giggle and lock yourself in your bathroom, while Jungkook waits with a disgruntled pout.

When you come out, you head into the kitchen to pour out two glasses of wine and bring some snacks out. You’re not particularly hungry, though you wouldn’t mind eating and you’re sure Jungkook wouldn’t mind either.

Your train of thought is of course interrupted by the man himself and he wraps his arms around you from behind, pushing you into the counter. One might say that Jungkook is being clingy, but you know this is how he shows his affections. Through physical touch more than anything else. And you quite like it, you like the reassurance of his body close to yours. It’s what you’ve always wanted and never known that you needed.

“Missed you,” He breathes into your hair. Even if he’s been with you for the last few hours… You understand him. It feels like you’re both making up for lost time. For time that you could’ve spent together, rather than apart.

“Me too,” You murmur, “Can you take this to the couch, honey? I’ll bring the glasses and the wine.”

Jungkook hums and kisses your temple, squeezing your ass before heeding your soft demand. You sit next to him, thighs touching, and pour out a glass for both of you to enjoy. You lean against his shoulder, wrapping an arm around his bicep and turn the television on. But neither of you are really paying attention.

“Hey,” Jungkook murmurs, “I had a good time tonight, baby.”

“Don’t I know it,” You say smugly, “It’s not everyday a pretty girl takes you out for din-” He cuts your words off by pulling you into his lap, somehow not spilling even a single drop of wine in the movement. You would’ve killed him if even a hint of a wine stain appeared on your velvet couch.

You press your hand into his shoulder, the hint of his tattoo and the glint of his piercing catching your eye. You swirl your glass of wine with your other hand. “What a precarious position to be in,” You say dryly, even grinding your hips into his playfully. He gives you a look, and stills your movements with one hand on your waist. Jungkook sets his glass on the coffee table behind you and cradles your neck, pulling you down for a sharp kiss. It’s almost desperate and needy, nothing like his kisses from before.

You slip your tongue into his honeyed mouth, tasting seeds of his desperation with your tongue. But then, you remember your wine glass and pull away from his lips with a lewd smack to reach behind you and place it on the coffee table as well.

“So pretty,” Jungkook moans, pushing the straps of your dress to the side and dotting your shoulders in wine-stained kisses, “Pretty girl, my pretty baby-”

You tilt his cheek towards you for a kiss, whining into his mouth at his praise. It shoots down your spine in a delicious hum and his hands roaming the expanse of your back makes you feel warm and powerful.

The way your hips move in time with his, the way you fit into the crevices of his thighs and his chest- he just wants to give you everything. He wants to treat you the way you deserve to be treated. Jungkook will give you everything, if you let him.

“And what about you?” You rasp with swollen lips and wild eyes when you finally pull away. You press your fingers into the exposed, inky part of his chest, where his shirt is unbuttoned for your eyes. “You look so fucking good all the time, but-but I told you to dress slutty and you did this for me, huh? You did this for me, bunny?”

Jungkook’s cock jumps in his tight pants and his throat goes dry. Your eyes are devious, filled with mischief and sin and he gives himself to you fully and wholly.

“Yeah,” Jungkook nods eagerly, “Yeah, I wanted to look nice for you, baby.”

“A-and your hair,” You mumble, feeling a little lovesick, “I love it, I love it, I love it-I just wanna- wanna make you feel good. Can I do that, bunny? Make you feel good?”

Jungkook nods with wide, doe eyes, wondering how the tables were turned so quickly.

“Take me to my bedroom,” You demand softly. The glasses of wine and snacks on the tray are left forgotten as Jungkook easily scoops you up in his arms. Even with your lips soft and slow against his neck, he somehow makes it to your bed.

It’s definitely not the first time you’ve had Jungkook in your bed (or that you’ve been in his bed). It’s not the first time you’ve peeled his shirt off meticulously and licked your way down his chest, to unbutton his tight pants. It’s not the first time he’s seen you on your knees on your bed (to alleviate the strain on your knees if you were on the floor).

By now, the shock of your impatience has worn off. Jungkook frequently reminds you to slow down, that you both have nowhere to be except with each other.

It looks like his pants are glued to his legs, and while you can appreciate the visual, you want to appreciate the real thing. You groan in frustration and Jungkook does the work for you, pushing the offending fabric away and breathing a sigh of relief. You crawl closer to him, nails featherlight against his taut thighs.

He’s golden, his body taut and spilling with swirls of color in the divots of his muscles. Your mouth waters.

But Jungkook moves your hands away when you start inching closer, wanting to palm his cock. He joins you on the bed, pushing your back to the bed and hiking the skirt of your dress up to your hips. His hands are tight and warm and welcome on your hips, a flare of desire shooting down your spine and straight to your pussy. You buck your hips up towards him with a pout but he only squeezes.

“What did I tell you,” Jungkook murmurs, swatting your thigh lightly.

“You’ll have to remind me,” You breathe.

“Told you to slow down, baby,” Jungkook says, letting his fingers trail up your thighs and slip under your panties. His hand is warm in contrast to the rings on his fingers. They do little to cool your skin, though. “Impatient girl.”

“You say that like a bad thing-”

“And you talk so fucking much,” Jungkook drawls, hovering over you and dropping his weight on top of you, nudging your cheek to kiss you. You reach upwards to thread your hands through his hair but he’s quick, so much quicker than you. Jungkook pins your wrists with just one hand, and the mere action, the mere display of strength has you sighing and your pussy fluttering.

“Lift your hips,” Jungkook says thickly, and you do so immediately. It’s easy for him to pull your black lace panties off to the side. But before he does so he gives you a small smile of approval, knowing that you wore them specifically for him to see.

“I really do love this dress, baby,” He says, “Makes your tits and your ass look amazing.”

“Take it off, then. And see the goods up close,” You say, wiggling against his grip.

“I will,” Jungkook says lazily, “Don’t you worry your pretty head about it.” Without a single warning, he lifts you up easily into his lap. Your bare pussy brushes against his bare cock deliciously, your hips moving of their own accord. He stills you again, and carefully unzips your dress and pulls it off of you. His fingers on you are soft but firm, leaving your head spinning and hazy.

You haven’t even had his cock yet, and you’re about ready to combust. Jungkook pushes you on the bed, your tits bouncing with the force of your back hitting the mattress and hovers over you. You pull at his hair a little impatiently and he groans, the sound reverberating across the walls only to ring in your head. You want to hear it again, and again and again.

“Jungkook,” You whine, “Please, bunny, do something. Look at me, look at my pussy, come clean me up-”

“So needy,” Jungkook murmurs and ignores you in favor of kissing your tits, rubbing your nipples with his fingers, “‘M needy for you too, baby.”

“You’re so hard, so big,” You babble, “Please, want your cock, baby.”

Impatient. Jungkook kisses your chest, your belly, your hips and makes you cum on his tongue twice (while you tear up and cry a little bit, gripping his purple locks fiercely and holding onto his shoulder) before letting you stroke his cock. You’re about to push him on his back to blow him with determined eyes, but he stops you.

It appears he’s impatient too, and he wants to see you cream his cock before cumming all over your tits (which has become his favorite place to).

“Jungkook,” You breathe sharply, “There, baby, right there-” You cut yourself off with a groan, stilling your hips and pushing his face into your chest. Jungkook’s groans are muffled against your tits, but you feel the wetness of his lips and the warmth of his tongue over your nipples.

“Shit,” You mumble, “Feels so good-”

“So pretty, baby,” Jungkook coos, pulling away from your tits to look up at you with lust in his eyes, “I’m yours, all yours-”

You groan, bouncing on his cock even harder as a flare of possessiveness flashes across your belly. “Move back,” You say softly, “Lay down. I’m gonna ride you so good, baby.”

Jungkook barely has a chance to catch his breath before your nails are on his chest, trying to hold yourself steady as you push yourself down onto his cock, pulling a deep moan of your name from his lips. His hands are tight on your hips, watching with wide eyes- he doesn’t know where to look, what to do.

He squeezes when one of your hands drifts over his and rests on top of his hand.

“I’m yours, I’m yours,” Jungkook mumbles, “Whatever you want baby, I’m yours-”

“You talk so much,” You say hoarsely, with a wicked smile, “It’s cute.” Your free hand floats upward, resting loosely at the base of his neck. His chain is cold against his heated skin but all he can focus on is the glide of your hand over his neck.

His cock twitches inside you and your smile widens. “Is this okay?” You whisper, “This okay, bunny?”

“Harder,” Jungkook groans, “Fuck, harder, baby.”

“Like this?” You ask innocently, closing your hand around the sensitive spots of his neck. His pretty eyes flutter as he nods, a quiet moan slipping out into the air.

“You’re pretty like this,” You say softly, “Shit, you’re pretty like this…”

He lets out a choked laugh at that. You lean forward, pressing your lips to his hastily. Jungkook thrusts upward, hips meeting your ass but your hand doesn’t leave his neck. Not just yet. You breathe into his mouth, allowing him to swallow your soft whimpers.

You wet your lips with a loud smack and cradle his cheek gently. Jungkook is mesmerized by the heat in your eyes, smoldering and burning through his skin. You let your fingers glide over your clit, gathering wetness and before Jungkook can ask what you're doing-

“Open,” You mumble hoarsely, “Open, bunny.”

Pushing a finger past his chapped lips, you gasp at the sight of him below you with your fingers in his mouth.

You could cum just from watching him. His tongue swirls over your finger before sucking lightly with a pretty flush covering his cheeks. Your eyes widen, another gasp brushing over his cheeks.

“Fuck,” You mumble dreamily, “You’re so good, bunny.”

Your body is burning, jaw slack and the feeling of Jungkook’s bare cock inside of you almost too much to handle. It was wildly irresponsible- he wasn’t wearing a condom and you weren’t on birth control, and it was a conversation for later. But you can’t think, not when it feels this good, not when you’ve had a taste of his cock in this way. Besides, he always pulls out just in time. But still, you both should know better.

“Oh, Jungkook,” You whine, “‘m close, I’m so fucking close, make me cum, bunny-”

“Baby,” Jungkook rasps, “My pretty baby looks so good on my cock like this. My smart, kind, b-beautiful girl, my angel-”

Tears prick your eyes- it’s easy for you to become overwhelmed like this. You tug your hands away and thread your fingers through his, dipping your head for a kiss.

“You like that, angel? You like being mine?” Jungkook murmurs, slowing your hips so he can take over. But he knows you’re close.

“Only yours,” You mumble. Jungkook pulls you into his chest swiftly and flips you so that you’re on your back. He places your legs over his shoulders and brackets your head with his forearms, his necklace just above your nose and his hair tickling your face. But you're mesmerized by the determination and adoration in his eyes.

“Jungkook,” You murmur brokenly, “O-oh, y-yeah, baby, there, mmmf-” You squeeze his biceps with a gasp, watching his face closely. Pushing his hair behind his ears, you cradle his cheek and pull him down for a sweet, long kiss.

His fingers dance across your thighs and rub your clit in slow circles and murmuring soft words of praise in your ear. You’re vaguely aware that your body erupts in a tidal wave of flames, warming you from inside out. You don’t hear anything except for your cries of his name, you don’t see anything but him through your blurry eyes.

“Baby,” Jungkook says through clenched teeth, “O-open your mouth, baby. Fuck, baby, this pussy- I’m gonna cum, baby, fuck-”

You open your mouth with hooded eyes and your tongue lolling out and Jungkook pulls out of you abruptly with a series of curses. He’s not fast enough to get all of his cum in your mouth, some of it landing on your cheek. You swallow his cum with a dopey smile and open your arms for him to bury his face in your tits.

“Fuck, baby,” Jungkook says breathlessly, rolling off of you and pulling you into his side, “This pussy’s gonna be the death of me. Where’d you learn to ride dick like that, huh?”

“I’ll never tell,” You mumble, “Gimme a kiss.”

And so he does, tasting himself on your lips. He kisses you nice and slow, just how you both like after a night like this. Eventually he cleans you up and you do the same for him.

Under the covers with only the shared warmth between your sheets to keep you company, you rest your head on Jungkook’s bicep and look up at him. Your fingers continue tracing patterns on his chest, tracing the swirls and curves of ink as they appear.

Jungkook dips his head to nudge your nose and you softly laugh as his hair falls into your face. “What are you thinking about, baby?” He murmurs, lazily draping an arm over you. By now, you’ve realized that Jungkook is possibly the most vulnerable with you in moments like this. When you’re both bare and basking in a post-sex haze.

That’s not to say that he’s not vulnerable at other times. But it’s just different like this.

You take his hand and thread your fingers through his. His fingers are bare, as you had taken his rings off and they’re currently sitting in your jewelry dish on your dresser.

“We just,” You murmur, “We spent so long being apart. When we should’ve been together. All because I…”

“Stop,” Jungkook says firmly but gently, “Don’t do that. You’re where you’re supposed to be. We’re where we’re supposed to be.”

“But we wasted so much time not being together because of me,” You mumble forlornly, feeling your throat getting a little dry, “Because I listened to Sora and didn’t-”

“Oh, baby,” Jungkook says, pulling you in for a hug and a forehead kiss, “That’s not true at all. We’re together now, and we both had some growing to do. That’s what matters.”

“Okay,” You reply in a strained voice. You don’t quite sound like you believe him, and Jungkook makes a mental note of that. “Do you feel like… we have lost time to make up for?”

“Do you feel like that?” Jungkook counters, making your heart skip a beat, “Because I don’t. I know it’s hard, baby, but you can’t beat yourself up for that. It’s in the past, baby. Forgive yourself. There’s nothing to race against, it’s just me and you.”

“I’ll try,” You say a little meekly. Jungkook nods and pulls you in for a soft kiss, one that has your toes curling and your belly flipping. He shifts so that you’re tucked into his side, surrounded by him and his hands on your skin. He kisses you until your previous thoughts don’t feel so loud in your head, he whispers to you and pulls sweet laughs from your throat until you can detach from the strange cloud that had suddenly appeared.

He’s your safe place.

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It’s More About Looks Than Skill (X)

Pairing: Ryuk/Reader

Summary: Ryuk finds himself gaining feelings for Light Yagami’s best friend, but she doesn’t know he exists. When he makes the grave mistake of touching her, he makes things a lot more complicated.

Notes: New year new chapter, but let’s hope I update more frequently than that now lol. Please leave me a kick in the ass so I stop procrastinating, thanks! And also big thank you to the immense support. Love you guys <3

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Chapter X

She really couldn’t help herself. What sane person wouldn’t start screaming the second they hopped onto a Shinigami’s back and started flying? She clung onto Ryuk’s neck for dear life, her legs wrapped around his middle while his wings flapped them higher and higher until they’d reached a thick level of fluffy clouds with the dark sky above them. There, the wings stopped flapping, and she found herself gliding through the air, her hair being pulled back by the gentle breeze. She realized how harshly she was squeezing Ryuk, and quickly loosened her grip to a point that she was still comfortable she wouldn’t be able to accidentally let go.

“I’m sorry,” she murmured in his ear. It was actually very beautiful, now that she took a good look around her. Below the white, she could see all sorts of lights from the city flickering through, as if they were mirroring the stars above.

“I can take it. I just wasn’t expecting you to scream, is all,” Ryuk replied gently, “I thought you wanted to fly?”

“Y-Yes, I did. It’s just… a lot scarier than it looks. I don’t have wings, so rationally if I let go I would definitely not survive. I think even L could confirm that with percentages and a graph.”

“Rationally I would catch you. I’m heavier, I fall faster than you. You would be saved before you could say ‘Shinigami’.”

She chuckled, “Rationally I wouldn’t count on that. Maybe I don’t trust you. Rationally.”

He turned his head slightly, but she was still unable to see his facial expression from her position on his back. However, it became rather apparent through the sad note in his voice when he spoke. “You don’t trust me?”

She quickly shook her head, “No, I’m sorry Ryuk, that’s not what I meant. I mean that I should rationally not count on you catching me if I fall. I made the decision to hop on your back, thus it is my responsibility to take responsibility for my actions and face the consequences. If I fall, it would be my mistake.”

“Even if it were, I’d still catch you. I’d always catch you.”

She felt a sense of ease wash over her, along with a tingle in her stomach, but she wasn’t quite sure what that meant. She smiled, resting her head on his shoulder, and breathing in a waft of fresh air that dragged along a hint of Light’s cologne. “How come you’re never this nice to Light?”

Ryuk chuckled dryly. “Because he’s not you.”

He felt a blush coat his cheeks when he felt her hands running along the feathers of his wings in a slow, gentle manner. She kept doing this until they’d landed, and then proceeded to latch onto his hand after they’d landed in the back of an alleyway.

Even if you do not actually possess the Death Note, the effect will be the same if you recognize the person and his/her name to place in the blank.

Ryuk was in love. There, he could finally say it. He’d been on a date and now he could say he was in love. He was slightly hunched over so the girl could hold his hand without people noticing at her side, but not for one second did he feel an ache in his back. All he could think about was the way she’d clung onto him, how she’d touched him, how sweet she’d sounded muttering nothings in his ear while she stroked his feathers. Affection wasn’t something that came naturally to him, Shinigami’s never really deemed such thing necessary. Yet with her, he seemed to want to keep her hand in his forever.

Unfortunately, fate seemed to have other plans for him, because she was the one who dropped it like a ton of bricks, along with his heart. Then he noticed the reason for her sudden shift, and it was standing in front of Light’s house. She lightly tugged on the chain that was stuck to the other death note he was carrying and kept her fingers wound tightly around it, but he didn’t mind. If she wanted to take his Death Note, she could go right ahead and do it. That’s how happy he was.

Until he met the bleak pale-yellow eyes of the tall creature hovering above the blonde stranger in front of them.

 ***

“Okay, Ryuk, we need to have a little talk,” Light started. They’d just been at the hotel, where they’d found out the second Kira was willing to do everything Light wanted them to do. They were supposed to set up a meeting place and Light wanted to prepare. She knew a round of questioning was about to begin, so she plopped down onto his bed in an instant.

Ryuk sighed, “Should’ve known.”

“And I’d appreciate an answer if you could,” Light added. “If two Shinigami happened to meet in the human world, are they allowed to speak to each other?”

“Hard to say,” the Shinigami replied. “As long as I’m attached to a human, I’d say it’s against the rules unless I had their permission first. But there are no laws against it either, so I guess it’s possible that another Shinigami might talk to me.”

“So, does that mean that if this fake Kira’s Shinigami were to see you, there’s a chance he might mention the fact that you’re with me and reveal that I’m Kira?”

“They probably wouldn’t, but it depends on their personality.”

“And if this kind of situation did arise I can assume you’ll act the way you normally do?”

“Yeah,” Ryuk said, “Even if I see another human with a Shinigami I’m not gonna tell you.”

“Well, I definitely think you’ve got the right approach.”

“Humph, thanks.”

 ***

“Oops,” he couldn’t help but curse under his breath, recalling the conversation he’d had with Light. He didn’t recognize the Shinigami before them, but if they wanted to, they could directly link Ryuk to the girl that was latching onto him. They might think she was the real Kira.

Though the latest message had already revealed Light’s stunt in the city with the group of people surrounding Ryuk had been a failure and he had been discovered to the fake Kira, there would be no good explanation for him to be hanging around this human.

Luckily for him, the other Shinigami remained deathly silent, until the girl at her side turned.

“Oh, hello there!” she said.

She blinked in response. “Uh… I- Uh… Aren’t you that girl from TV?”

The blonde giggled profusely, suddenly walking up to her as casual as could be. “Yes, I’m Misa, nice to meet you! Do you want an autograph?”

She scratched the back of her head awkwardly, “Uh, no, I think I’m good. Were you looking for Light?”

“Eh?” Ryuk vocalized. He didn’t expect her to be so blunt about it. But then again, he realized, Light had most likely already been discovered. He just didn’t know how she detected that this was the second Kira without being able to see the second Shinigami floating only a few feet away.

“Oh, I was. Are you friends with him?” Misa’s head turned, but her eyes held a sudden blank expression as if her mind were calculating a proper physical response once she’d gotten answers.

“Yeah, for like, my entire life. How do you know him?”

“Oh… I just, I found the notebook he left in class. Then I looked him up online and I thought his resume was very… impressive. I just really wanted to meet him, he seems like such an intelligent guy.”

Ryuk heard the other Shinigami audibly sigh.

“Well, why don’t I introduce the two of you then? I’m sure he’s still up at this hour, and I was just on my way to see him now.”

“S-Sure!” Misa replied hesitantly.

She wished Light’s sister, Sayu, could’ve at the very least toned down her excitement a bit when she met Misa, but alas, she was in awe, as well as the girl’s mother. Light eventually came trotting down the stairs behind them, his neutral facial expression continuing to withstand even as he saw the strange scene before him. He managed to shoo his family members away and closed the front door behind him. She could’ve sworn she hadn’t heard crickets chirping before that.

“Uhm, pleased to meet you,” Misa started, sinking to her knees in a bow, “I’m Misa Amane.” She then glanced at you, and back at Light again.

Ryuk chuckled until he heard the other God of Death say, “Misa, the girl is being followed by another Shinigami. I doubt she isn’t aware of it.”

Misa made a noise of understanding, before looking at the odd placement of your hand which was still wrapped around Ryuk’s chain. “I thought you might get worried if you saw that message on TV. I just couldn’t take it anymore so I brought… this notebook.” She held out an identical copy of his Death Note in front of Light, and Ryuk heard the girl next to him audibly groan. Of course, the girl had no issue showing something like that out in the open. It was like she had no idea.

Light touched it, yet he made no sound. “Does she know? About all of it?” Misa questioned, directedly pointing her gaze at his best friend. Light nodded, so she was allowed to touch it as well. She very much tried, but unfortunately, her poker face wasn’t as good as Light’s, so she ended up with her mouth slightly agape. Ryuk lifted a finger to close it.

They decided it would be best to move the conversation inside, so they did, and Light had cautiously locked his bedroom door behind them after making sure his mother and sister thought this was just a nice drop-by from his (girl)friend.

“Have a seat.”

As Misa sat in Light’s desk chair, his best friend scooted onto the mattress behind him with Ryuk towering over them at the bedside. Her Shinigami, a pale skeleton with yellow eyes and purple hair and what appeared to be vampiric teeth, stood guard behind Misa.

“How did you find me?” Light decided to ask.

She answered with a gasp, “I knew it! You never made the Shinigami-eye deal. When you have the Shinigami-eyes like I do, you can see most people’s name and lifespan just by looking at them. However, you can’t see the lifespan of any person who possesses a Death Note.”

Light glanced over at Ryuk, looking for an explanation, but Ryuk seemed just as shocked. “No kidding! I have to admit, even I wasn’t aware of that little detail.”

“Well, now you’ve managed to find me, but you were careless; what if you’d been caught by the police? Then they’d know everything about Kira!”

“It’s all right,” Misa said, “Because the police didn’t catch me and if I do as you say from now on, they’ll never be able to. So we’re safe. After all, don’t you need someone to see L’s name? If you want, I could be your eyes. So…”

“Yeah? So what?”

“-Would you please make me your girlfriend?”

Both Ryuk and the girl behind him burst out laughing, but he decidedly ignored them. He then proceeded to question her about her strategy in the city, as well as the evidence she could’ve left behind. She ended up even offering her Death Note to him, and while she’d still be the rightful owner, Light would be in control of it, and she of her Shinigami-eyes.

“-And if I become a burden to you, you can just kill me, okay?” Misa said pleadingly.

“But you might’ve removed several pages from your Death Note, you could be hiding them somewhere for all I know!”

“Why are you so suspicious of me?” she cried out, getting up from the chair and stomping her foot on the floor, “I already told you, I don’t care even if all you do is use me! Please believe me!”

“Why are you so willing to give up your life for him?” (Y/N) asked, and Light had to admit, that was the question he’d been building towards this entire time.

“Oh, I wouldn’t expect you to understand-“ Misa spat.

“Hey,” Light barked, “If you want to show your loyalty, how about you start being nicer to the only person I’ve trusted with my secret so far and has kept it?”

“How can you be so sure you can trust her?! I bet she’s only in it so she can take it from you after you’re dead, so she can become the new Kira!”

“How dare you!” (Y/N) snarled warningly, but Misa was already launching herself at the girl.

Light hadn’t quite seen that coming. Thankfully, Ryuk had. He took the blonde girl by her arm and lifted her until her feet didn’t touch the floor anymore and she’d let out a startled scream. He noticed the other Shinigami wanted to step in already, but Light was faster. “Misa, if you and I were to work together, I need to know you can make rational decisions without letting your emotions get the better of you. Can you do that?”

She didn’t really look at him, so he decided to repeat himself, this time a bit more convincingly, “If you were to be my girlfriend, I need to know if you can tolerate being around my best friend.”

At this, she lit up, and Ryuk was quick to let go of her.

When she’d finally left, the girl he’d just been on a date with was now slung around his neck, having climbed on top of the bed to be able to reach him. His large hands grasped her sides, and his smile had grown even wider.

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