#(just putting this here again but the purple one’s an oc of mine)

[the-scrombler]

More Miitopia shenanigans

[missshinazugawa]

I BEG YOUR FINEST FUCKING PARDON???!

MY BABY GURL, MY DEAR HUSBAND IS SO FINE??

HIS HAND, HIS HAND WHEN HE JUMPS TO THE ROOFTOP, GAWD THE BACK VIEW OF HIM, IT SEEMS LIKE HE'S PROTECTING US 😔😔😔😔

HE SOUND SO HAWT, U COULD LITERALLY TELL HIS VOICE WOULD BE SO SOFT AND GENTLE ASF WHEN HE TALKS TO U WITH TIRED VOICE AND LOWER TONE

dayum the way the blood showered his body 😔

obviously, video's not mine, credit to @ktritmzilt_ on tiktok, i don't got no balls filming in cinema.

Bonus below

tw: mention of blood, spoilers, some curse words, oc x canon

trope: they currently still in friendzone 😔

The pale crescent moon shine like a silvery claw in the night sky. Under the moonlight, a white haired man just got back from his mission and is heading to the headquarter along the gravel road with blood soaking his whole body.

The Snow Hashira notice a man with blood all over his body before realizing it's the Wind Hashira Shinazugawa Sanemi.

“Nemi?” Yukino calls out to his nickname before rushing towards Sanemi. “Are you okay?! Are you hurt anywhere?!” She turns Sanemi around to check if there's any injuries on him, lifting his arms checking his side, or even cup his face to observe any possible wound with worried written all over her face as she frowns.

Suddenly, a hand full of scars grab Yukino's hand to stop her, “I'm fine, these are all demon's blood,” Sanemi put down her hand gently before looking into Yukino's heterochromia eyes. “For now, I suggest you do not touch me, or else the blood might stain your shirt or dirty your hands.”

“Glad you were unharmed. But I do need to remind you to throw this uniform away... because... obviously...” Yukino can't help but to look up and down Sanemi's entire figure with the crimson red spreading all over the fabric of his demon slayer uniform, especially the snow white haori that Sanemi is wearing. Sanemi did not answer as he simply stare at Yukino blankly.

After reporting to the headquarters, both of the hashiras decide to walk back to their mansion. Throughout the walk, both of them were silence, like the foosteps of the ants can be heard by them. Yukino's eyes moving left and right, up and down, pretending to look around her surroundings. On the other hand, Sanemi was thinking about the akwardness too, he glances at Yukino time to time. The walls between them is killing both of them.

Finally, they arrived at Sanemi's mansion gate, the walk feels like it has been long like iternity for them. Sanemi step before the threshold, saying goodbye to Yukino before closing the door when suddenly a hand stopped him from closing the door. “Can I...stay here for the night?”

They've been staying at each other's house ever since they became closer and closer as friends. The Wind Hashira's brows knitted in confusion, but his knitted brow got relaxed in second.“Come inside.” After letting Yukino in, he closes the door and head back inside his mansion. Yukino is happy that she get to stay in Sanemi's house once again.

“I'm going to take a shower. You know where to get your own futon right?” Sanemi turns to his back to ask Yukino if she remembers where to get extra futon. “Yep. It's in the cupboards right?” “Mhm.” Sanemi nodded before entering the bathroom.

After taking a shower Sanemi felt satisfied as he walk out of the bathroom, wiping his hair using a cloth with a towel wrapped around his waist. Throwing away his blood soaked uniform into a basket made of rattan, he slowly walk back to his room to get his clothes.

The door slides open, what appeared infront of Sanemi's purple eyes was Yukino patting her futon on the wooden floor, she seemed to has changed her uniform into a white kimono that she found in one of the drawers in Sanemi's room.

Hearing the door slid open, Yukino turns around to see Sanemi standing at the door with naked upper body. Seeing that makes Yukino quickly turns away to avoid looking at him.

Sanemi scoffed at her reaction, he slide the door close and head towards his wardrobe. Yukino'ss heartbeat gradually beat at a very fast speed, the sight of his muscular body could not leave her mind.

Sanemi takes out a forest green kimono from the drawer. “Turn around, I need to change.” He tells Yukino. “Oh, alright-” Yukino quickly turns around, making sure she would not see anything that is not appriopriate.

The sound of clothes rustling is loud in the room, Yukino's mind still could not get off the sight of Sanemi having wet hair and just fresh from getting a shower.

“Yuki?” Sanemi calls out her name.

“Yuki!” Sanemi finished dressing up and place the towel around his neck. The towel hanging on his neck as he slowly approaching Yukino that is sitting on her futon with her back facing him.

Seeing her did not respond to his call at all, he sit behind Yukino and proceed to place his head on her shoulder.

“Snowflake?”

“Ahhh!” Yukino lets out a small scream.

“The fuck are you doing?” Sanemi lift one of his eyebrow in confusion and worry as he stare at her while still placing his head on her shoulder. “Why are you screaming?”

“Oh my fucking god...Nemi...you scared me!” She lets out a sigh of relief and pat her chest, trying to calm the heart attack she received earlier.

“What? Did you do anything guilty? That's why you scared?” Sanemi teases her.

“No Nemi...” She gives him an unpleasant expression on her face as she rolls her eyes.

“What? Is there any posibility that you are blushing right now?”

“No- the fuck you're thinking-”

“Then what is it that makes you like this? I called your name two times and you still didn't respond until I place my head here on your shoulder.” Sanemi was curious what is Yukino embarassed about.

“Nothing.” Yukino tries to hide the truth. “Oh tell me,” Sanemi smirks, “Hmmmm....” He starts humming in question as he hug Yukino's waist from behind. “Is it because of my half naked body that you saw earlier?”

“HELL NO!” Yukino immediately deny his words in panic as she start pushing his arms away from her waist, trying to get out of his grip.

But Sanemi's arm would not budge, his grip is too firm but not to the point it hurts. Yukino is struggling to get off from his grip but she gives up anyway.

“You've seen my exposed muscles for years now...why still embarass about it?” Sanemi teases her again, making Yukino speechless. “You even touched it before.” Sanemi start cackling.

“Okay- Sh- shut up!!” Yukino's face starts to have redness spreading across her cheeks as she tries to cover Sanemi's mouth. “Come on, anyone saw my muscles because of my unbuttoned shirt.”

“That is because you're a whore!” Yukino says it out loud. “Oh yeah? Well you're getting punishment for saying that.” Suddenly, Sanemi starts tickling her waist, making Yukino immediately laughs at the tickleness. “Stop! HAHAHA- Nemi! Please! Hahahhahahaha!”

Sanemi finally stops tickling her after getting Yukino lying on her futon laughing while holding her stomach. Yukino shed tears for laughing too hard and Sanemi is grinning at the sight as he sit beside her futon.

It took some time for Yukino to stop laughing and flip to her side to face Sanemi. “You don't have to do me like this.” Yukino pouts, feeling unsatisfied with the tickle punishment.

Seeing Yukino pouting, Sanemi decide to pull his futon and place it beside Yukino's futon before lay down with her. He lay on his side to look at Yukino.

The light outside the window cast a hazy soft light, creating some blue hue to the room, making the atmosphere feel calm and quiet that Sanemi and Yukino could hear each other's breathing.

What Sanemi see is that the moonlight behind him casted on Yukino's whole figure, highlighting her beauty, making his pupils dilates as he was captivated by her. Especially her blue and green eyes, Sanemi was not sure which eye to look first, overwhelming his feelings.

The silence is too loud, so Yukino wanted to start a conversation. “How's your mission earlier? Why do you have so many blood soaking your body?” Yukino genuinely curious about him being covered with blood earlier.

Sanemi did not respond, his eyes were still focusing on Yukino and his mind is in another world.

“Nemi?” Yukino calls out his name softly.

“Yes?” Sanemi was brought back to reality by her call. His pupil goes back to normal.

“Care to explain what happened during your mission earlier and why there's so many blood covering your whole body?”

“Oh yeah...me and Obanai was trying to chase a demon that was carrying a woman on his shoulder. But we notice there's so many demons gathered together in that one building he ran towards to. So meanwhile I'm trying to chase the demon, Obanai hold all the demons outside.” Sanemi explained calmly.

“So...did you catch that demon yet? Is the woman safe?” Yukino ask questions again while she pulls the blanket to cover herself, wanting to relax when Sanemi is telling her the mission's whole process.

“Well no, it sucks. But atleast we saved the woman, he literally threw her down and good thing Obanai caught her. Then we start chasing him again but we seem to fall into a strange looking dimension, I'm trying to slice that fucking demon but in a blink of an eye, the dimension comes back to normal and my sword hit the ground.”

Processing the story, Yukino's eyes look around the room and trying to imagine what did Sanemi just said. But she failed to do so as she frowns, she even starts to yawn trying to figure out what happened when Sanemi trying to slice the demon.

Seeing Yukino's confusion written all over her face, a smile twitched at the corner of Sanemi's mouth. His eyes softens as he reaches his scarred hand to boop Yukino's nose before pulling her close to his embrace.

Yukino's eyes widened in surprise, she does not quite understand why Sanemi wanted to hug her so sudden but she returns the hug to him. Yukino lets out a soft noise showing she feels relaxed in Sanemi's warmth.

Sanemi slid his hands into Yukino's gradiented hair, sending a spark of electricity down her spine. He gently combs through her hair.

They did not say anything. Slowly, their eyes starts to get heavier and heavier, before finally closing their eyes and sleep in each other's embrace.

For those who read it till the ned, hope you have both sides of your pillow being cold.

[snowy-vee]

KOL: December 1st (1)

n/a: I come out of the basement with a new WIP, I know I promised an update on ALL MINE but I am still working on it, in the meantime, I hope yall can enjoy this fic! I wanted to make it CaitVi but I miss my girl Ellie, it's not going to be 'x reader', more like OC (trying new things) THAT'S ALL, LOVE YOU. Any mistake will be corrected later on, but feel free to point anything!

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The smell of fresh coffee hit her, mixed with the alcohol of last night, making her reach for her forehead as soon as the headache came. She groaned walking towards the back of the counter ignoring the ‘finally, you show up’ of Dina and putting her apron on.

“Remember that tonight Dina and I have our anniversary dinner and you’ll have to open up tomorrow, also, the new hire has experience working in coffee shops, still you’ll have to instruct her.” Jesse said while preparing some cappuccinos. “I told her to arrive at the same time as you, so please don’t be late”

Ellie nodded, opening the cash register and slipping a five-dollar bill into the back pocket of her denim jeans. Behind her, Dina let out one of her usual loud sighs, muttering under her breath, “Unbelievable. There she goes again.”

“Got something to say?”

“Yeah, clean up the tables, rush hour is coming soon” Dina threw a cleaning cloth at her. “You may be the owner but you still have to work for those fives you be taking out ¡I want to see my face, make’em shine!”

Just like she said, in less than fifteen minutes, the coffee shop was full with uni students and office workers that were going to spend eternal hours (until closing time) finish work and drinking coffee, eating the little pastries, gossiping and making some calls. Ellie liked that time, it kept her busy and running, so her mind had zero time to think about the bad times, even less once Dina clocked out.

Sure, she had to make most of the coffees while Jesse interacted with the clients and keep filling up the ‘freshly baked’ pastries but that was better than pretending to be friendly and having to smile. If she was the one receiving the costumers, they would leave the worst reviews online, her smile? Crooked, never met the eyes, her tone? Rude, she wasn’t in the mood, service? Thank the genetics that she was hot enough to make anyone ignore all of the above, pretty privilege.

She yawned, checking that they had enough of everything in the storage room for the next day. Check here, check there, enough milk, enough coffee… yeah, everything seemed to be enough, even the sound of the coins falling back in the cash register as Jesse counted them wasn’t enough to fill the silence that surrounded her now.

Ellie coughed, trying to get herself back into her task and not wander through those bad memories, of that cold night, the last night she had with him and she wasted it by fighting… no, no… her breathing starting to be irregular and her heart seemed to be beating faster than usual, She told herself it was nothing she couldn’t handle until the light bulb flickered, fro that moment it was fight or flight. ‘‘Fuck no, I’m leaving-’’ she shook her head and tried to open the door but it seemed locked, it wasn’t locked before, this door doesn’t even lock, why couldn’t she get out?

‘‘Oh, god, Jesse! Jesse, open the door, please! I’m stuck, Jesse!’’ Ellie started hitting the door repeatedly, if that bulb stopped fully and she was left in the dark, she was so sure that she would die, her heart would jump out of her body or maybe she would turn purple. Like flashes, images of that one moment came to her head, the sounds were vague but they felt so close, almost as if she was transported to relive that day once again and the coldness of that room wasn’t playing in her favor, much less the humidity that started forming in the room since the winter started.

The dizziness she wasn’t unfamiliar with, finally catch her up, her legs became weak and threw her balance off, making her fall on her ass, she searched for stability leaning on the closest wall, putting pressure on her pounding chest. She knew that she was exaggerating, that she wasn’t going to throw up her whole stomach, but why did it felt like that? why did it felt like her lungs were closed? as if something sucked them dry and now she wasn’t able to breath normally?

“Wow, wow! Ellie? Hey!” Jesse quickly grabbed Ellie, shaking her up a little so she could snap out of it, she ,instinctively, pushed him away. “Ellie, you are okay, I am here with you now, the door is open too, let’s breath… Inhale… Exhale”

“I-It’s difficult, I can’t breath” she gasped in the middle of her hyperventilation, Jesse put a hand on her shoulder and slightly pressed it, repeating the same words. “I can’t breath, it hurts- I can’t-”

“Ellie, I’m right here. Focus on my voice. Inhale… now hold it for a second… exhale. That’s it, one breath at a time” He kept talking her out of her trance. Jesse thanked god that Ellie had her eyes closed, otherwise, the worried look he had on his face would’ve triggered her more, she needed help. Delete Created with Sketch.

“We’re home!” Jesse said loudly opening the door of his highly lighted house.

“Fucking finally, go get dressed. We’ll miss our reservation.” Dina walked ahead, adjusting her earring as she went upstairs with her husband following behind “Ellie, I left everything written on a note on the fridge, JJ already had dinner he’s watching some cartoons while Amaris leaves, two more hours and he goes to sleep, no more than that”

Dina kept talking but her words became muffled as the distance grew and the sound of her footsteps replaced them as she turned the corner, Ellie rolled her eyes, as if it was the first time they left JJ on her watch, the kid loved her, one hot glass of milk for him and a cold beer for her and they could fall asleep instantly “Who the fuck is Amaris?”

“That would be me” She turned around to find the soft voice behind her, there was a girl putting a big brown coat on and wrapping a cranberry red scarf around her neck. “And you are Ellie”

“How do you know?

“Dina said your name” she smiled grabbing her bag “Dina, I’m leaving!”

The sounds of heels clacking towards them made them looked up at the top of the stairs, there she was wearing an amazing red dress paired with dazzling heels of the same color, her dark wavy, voluminous hair, and her simple yet glowing makeup. It had been a long time since they had an opportunity of having alone time, so Dina wanted to look her best.

“Thank you so much love! I don’t know what I would have done without you, text me when you get home!”

“I will! You look gorgeous, have fun!” Dina disappeared the same way she came, leaving Amaris and Ellie at the entrance once again “And I’ll see you tomorrow, bye, Ellie!”

“See me tomorrow?” Ellie asked but the girl had left without hearing it, leaving her confused. The girl was new in town—Ellie was sure of it. And if she wasn’t, there was no way Ellie would have forgotten a face like that.

She had to ask Dina and Jesse, she was curious now, so she went upstairs towards their room, they had the door half open so it was easy to hear their conversation, she was about to knock when she heard her name in the middle of it.

“I’m telling you, Dina, I found her curled into a ball and trembling, full of tears, she needs professional help”

“We are helping her, she’s not ready to open up to strangers yet”

“And when is she going to be? Look at her, she needs to get wasted to sleep, she barely eats…”

That wasn’t true—she usually ate the breadsticks they sell all the time, just… not much lately. But it was nothing for them to worry about. Ellie stepped back from the door, she didn’t want to be a burden for them, that’s why she was being distant to the couple and for what? Her action made them concerned about her and she couldn’t have that.

What happened today at the storage room might have not been the first but it was a first for Jesse. She has had panic attacks in front of Dina, who swore not to tell him, so Ellie wasn’t surprised that she was trying to dodge having that conversation, maybe she felt bad for not telling Jesse.

That thought made Ellie feel worse, even her chest felt heavy, she was the one that begged her to not tell anyone, she knew how bad her friend must’ve be feeling at he moment, having to lie to her husband for the sake of their friendship.

“When she feels like it! All we can do is show her that we are here for her, that we love her and that she can count on us”

Jesse sighed “I know but-”

“But nothing, please, let’s enjoy this night, hm? I’m wearing an amazing set and I can’t wait to show it to you’’

“Oh yeah?” That was her cue. Slowly without making noise she went downstairs to the kitchen and she grabbed a beer from the fridge, her hand twitching before she picked it up. The conversation she’d just overheard still echoed in her head, but now, the noise in the back of her mind needed to be silenced.

She sighed heavy plumbing down on the sofa next to JJ “What are you watching, big boy?”

“Amaris put a Ghibli movie for me to watch, Ponyo” The seven-year-old pointed at the TV, his eyes weren’t even meeting her, he was immerse in the colorful and exciting cartoon in front of him.

“Amaris… Did you like her?”

“She’s super funny! And she prepared pasta with carbonara, it was delicious!”

“Is she funnier than Aunt Ellie?” JJ put a hand to his chin and hummed as if he was debating between them two “You’re joking, come here, I’m gonna tickle you until you choose me!”

“No!” JJ tried to run away but it was late, the moment Ellie put her beer down, she was grabbing her nephew and tickling his belly while he kicked and giggled. This moments warmed her heart, she used to babysit him every Saturday night with- well, she used to, but after what went down, she stopped. Today was the first night since then and, God, did she missed this.

The giggles of them both joined two more voices, Dina and Jesse were watching the whole scene with heartfelt smiles, for a moment they saw Ellie glow like she used to. Dina approached them giving a kiss on her son’s cheek and giving a twenty dollar bill to her.

“I pay you in advance, do not finish all the beers, I counted them” Ellie chuckled and nod “And you, not because Auntie Ellie is here, you can stay up all night, okay young man? I will know it and I will take your TV rights”

“Better listen to you mother, and no overeating, you’ll get sick” Jesse added messing with his hair but he was looking at Ellie.

“I know, no candy for the kid, you two can go and have a great time”

Dina narrowed her eyes and smiled to the side before sighing and nodding. “Anything, don’t hesitate to call.”

Two hours later after they left, JJ was passed out on the couch, drooling a little bit on the cushion, Ellie laughed at the image, so cute! Gently, she picked him up and carried him to his room, put him in the bed and tucked him in before hitting the night light and leaving. Time to finish all the beers and smoke a joint in the backyard. Delete Created with Sketch.

When the morning alarm rang, she woke up startled in her apartment, kicking some beer bottles she had around, but not hard enough to shatter them. She had a short time to shower, but she still did and got dress real quick and basic (Blue jeans, white t-shirt and her green flannel), grabbed her keys and got out of her apartment.

“Fuck, I shouldn’t have drank so much” Ellie said locking the door. She knew that the moment that Dina saw her, she would reproach as to why she finished all the beers when Dina ask not to, but Ellie couldn’t stop herself and once she got home-Jesse had to dropped her- she kept going at it until she passed out on the couch.

“I know the feeling” Chills. Through. Her. Whole. Spine. Behind her was JJ’s one-night babysitter, Amaris, closing the door of the apartment in front of her “Would you look at that? We are neighbors”

She had a big smile and she look radiant, she was wearing the same scarf as last night and Ellie swore for a second there was a halo making the girl shine. She nodded her direction barely meeting her eye and raised her hand to signal ‘bye’ and took off towards the coffee shop.

How embarrassed she felt, oh god, she must look like crap and it wasn’t something that she usually cared because she was so used to the people in town that she barely cared about their opinions on her, if she wanted to hook up with any girl from her- Not that she wanted to hook up with the new girl- she knew they wouldn’t care, she’s been like this since… Whatever, why was she thinking about how she looked? She needed to focus on opening the shop and training the new hire—not obsessing over cranberry girl.

Also, what a coincidence that the new neighbor after Ms. Johnson was Amaris, she knew that someone new had moved in a few days ago but she never payed attention nor cared, Ellie felt as if she unlocked a new character in a video game, you see them once, you see them forever. They’ve only interacted twice but Ellie could tell that she had a charming personality and she made everything very casual.

The streets were getting colder, Ellie’s flannel wasn’t enough to keep her warm anymore, winter was close and with that the busiest holiday for the coffee shop. When the little snow, the charming lights and the jolly songs surrounded the town, it was enough signal for everybody that wanted to spend time outside of their houses but not freeze the whole day to go and order the hottest drink in the menu and enjoy the heating the shop provided them, and Ellie hated that… What doesn’t this girl hate? Oh! And not to mention how Dina made her wear a headband with a little Santa’s hat. Another year of torture, she thought unlocking the back door and hitting all the lights on.

She yawned again looking at the hour in the big clock as she got in the front and started turning on every machine, the new hire should be nearby, I will wait for them before starting to do anything, meanwhile I’ll arrange the cash register. Ellie started doing the task, counting that it were close to 200 dollars like everyday when the bell of the front door jingled.

“We are not open yet, you can comeback in 30” It wouldn’t be the first time customers dismissed the closed sign and came in before the opening time, so automatically, without taking her eyes off the money, Ellie gave her usual line listening to the steps getting closer to the counter.

“I’m the new hire, actually” That voice. Ellie couldn’t seem to escape it since she heard it last night, was she everywhere? Amaris smiled taking off her coat and her scarf, as she did that, she contaminated the whole air with her essence, a combination of cherries and amber, smacking Ellie off guard. “Oh, yeah, here… for your headache, I can’t have my boss being grumpy on my first day”

Amaris handed a plastic bag to her with some pills in. “What?”

“Sorry, was it too much? too friendly too soon? God, I’ve been told that I should slow down and not be all up in people’s business specially if we are not close but this morning you seemed hangover and you said-”

“Uh, yeah, no, you’re good” Ellie frowned looking at the girl that now seemed flustered and nervous, even embarrassed which was a new look for Ellie since Amaris seemed pretty confident the little times she have seen her (two fucking times), coughing a little bit to maintain her focus, Ellie locked the register “Let me show you where you can leave your things and then the basics, Jesse told me you already have experience?”

“Yes, I do, I used to work in one at the mall in my town, always filled, so I work really well under pressure”

“Huh” Ellie nodded pointing at a locker when they got there “You will have to buy a lock yourself, tho, but this is yours now”

“Dina told me, I came prepared” Amaris winked at her showing a lock and key, she folded her coat and stashed it inside with her scarf and her tote bag.

That winked surprised Ellie “Is this what you meant by seeing me tomorrow? You already knew who I was?”

“Yes, I had the interview in your office, there are picture there, but sorry if it was too much, again, I’ve been told I could be too much… but that doesn’t affect my efficiency when working! I am very moderate” Amaris rushed to say.

From her point of view, Ellie didn’t seem someone playful at all, not someone you could crack jokes with easily unless you were in her inner inner inner circle and she was trying so hard to restrain herself to not start blabbing and fuck up her first day in the job and having the boss instructing her the whole morning. Amaris wanted to present herself as she normally is but just with those little interactions with Ellie, she felt as if being her usual flirt self would get her into trouble, she had to tone it down. Another thing she noticed was how different Ellie looked from the pictures, a little bit more gloomy, as if someone had sucked the color off of her, the light pf her eyes and any happy emotions since she looked pissed off with the world almost every minute.

Amaris hit her forehead mentally questioning herself if she was there to think of Ellie or to work “Okay… Let’s get into it and hope you weren’t lying”

Ellie turned around just in time to not see how Amaris mouth opened showing how offended that comment was. Great, so she is the jerk boss type, nothing you can’t handle, Amaris, remember why you need the work- money, money money ,with a deep breath and two taps on her shoulder to cheer herself, she followed the boss.

[bougainvillea-and-saltwater]

OC in Fifteen!

I was tagged by @skyrim-forever and @hircines-hunter (thank you so much both! 🧡) to post fifteen lines of dialogue that showcase my oc's personality, so naturally, I'm doing this for my Last Dragonborn, Jia.

“What is there to answer? It was your fault all along. If you had killed Alduin in the first place, none of these would have happened. I wouldn’t even have been born.”

“I did not need your help. I will brew my potions.”

“These days, they say that versatility is the spice of life. Keeps me on my toes, among other things.”  

“My people call me Lady of Man and Dragon, and Ysmir and Dragonborn, whereas to the dragons, I am Sunfyre the Golden, and they call me Shulyolviim. Some call me Harbinger, others Guildmaster, others honor me as Archmage, and others... others may still call me with a name I no longer go by. To you, I can be Jia.”

“These are called mountain flowers. They blossom on foothills and close snowlines. Blue, purple, and red are fairly common, but the yellow variety is a rare specimen. When I finally found it, I was overjoyed. I brought it here immediately and sprouted it along with the others. I just couldn’t put it at withering risk; this way, I won’t need to seek it all over Skyrim again. They are mischievous and sneaky, the yellow ones. Always hidden away from prying human eyes. That alone makes them so mysterious and even more beautiful. Look at its color. Isn’t it so lovely? As if a little ray of sunlight slipped right into their petals. . .”

“I had a brief interaction with your fellow Dragon Priest before letting my arrows fly from the shadows and soul-trapped him in my bound bow. He had the nerve to taunt me in dragon tongue when he sensed my presence in Labyrinthian. Cowardly men will find no mercy here, he’d said. The thing is, I was neither a coward nor a man.”

“And you, stop patronizing me! You do not even have the slightest idea what the Thalmor are capable of, Miraak! None of you here have!” 

“I will answer to murder, terror, and injustice of this war just the way it deserves.”

“On behalf of what, should I give up my revenge? Virtuous preaching and moral codes? And what about evil’s penalty? Who shall grant it in the end? The Divines? I prayed for Their mercy, day and night then, and what did it gain me?”

“No! I was a stupid girl! Laughable! Did I... Did I even want to really take revenge for the parents I never knew, or satisfy my selfish, foolish need of being the ultimate control of something? An idea of control that was naught but a ruse, a shade upon the wall! [. . .] Don’t touch me so much, so long. I may leave a stain on you.”

“The moment I return to Heljarchen Hall and see those I love harmed—in any way—I will come for you, Maven Black-Briar. And I swear to you: then, I will not stop the fire; then, I will let your screams be heard. And then, I will make you understand what terror really means.”

“What you did while I was in Riften, I will never forget it. You protected Heljarchen Hall, battled my enemy, and healed my friend. I’d say I trust you with my life now, but I have already trusted it in your hands long ago, haven’t I?”

“You are not in the Dragon Cult any longer. You don’t have to wear a mask anymore. Let go of it; let go of this false veneer once and for all. You are here now, with me, and you are more than allowed to feel. Here, you are home with friends and... and family. You know it; you have to know that—I’m—I’m your family. Zu’u los brodiil nu, qostruni.” 

“I do not play with fire, sir, and I have already been sizzled to the soul; no fire can harm me anymore. I am fire itself. Whatever burns is mine to put out or, if necessary, to flare up.”

“I am not some kind of weapon for you to think you can wield me at your whim. My blood is neither Nord nor Imperial and belongs to no man. I’m the blood of the dragon—and I’m afraid constantly patronizing my stance in this war won’t help your cause, Jarl Ulfric.”

I was never ‘no one’, as he was taking pleasure in naming me. I was written in the Wall of a God, I am not a creature that was born, I am an omen foretold, I am eternal. Now, I crack my halo between my thighs, and my claws shall carve its broken pieces into horns.

OOOPS, I accidentally put 16 lines in there. . . Couldn't resist, I tried to pick one from each chapter.

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𓆰♥︎𓆪 Confessions Of Sin. —

Selina Kyle x Black Fem!Y/n

genre: (sprinkle of) angst/fluff/SMUT.

warnings: vampire!selina, hybrid!y/n (wolf/witch), g!p (selina), degradation, stalking, slight dub-con, mating, sadism, masochism, mommy kink, slight!puppy play, intercourse, slight fingering.

synopsis: she’s been watching you.

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I'd been running from fate my entire life, I didn't believe in it, thought I was destined to trek through life alone, I thrived better in the solitude, that is, until I saw her face.

Been here over a thousand years and nothing quite captivated me like she did, she was the embodiment of everything I was opposite to, she was sweeter than the sour I was accustomed to, that I so admired because within my life, I could never be described as...sweet.

But her? She gave me a damn toothache, and it was worth the cavities. I admit, it turned into a bit of an obsession, an understatement I'm sure the readers will realize soon enough.

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I liked crimson. Red. Blood. I've never been one for sweets, I enjoyed the finer delicacies the humans found disgust in as they continued eating their rare bloody raw steaks without thinking twice, a nice glass of blood could do a body good, but I get it, I do.

I liked my blood like I liked my wine, dry, bitter, it was true but again, you'll find that I changed my tune.

Y/n Y/ln is sweet, made of sugar, spice, and all things nice so to say, with her body wrapped in visions of pink and hues of deep purple, jet black curls framing a deep brown complexion. When she spoke, I swore I could hear birds singing to her pretty little tune, but love is blind, and I was too.

I saw innocence in her eyes, she couldn't have been more out of place in a city like Gotham, with evil lurking throughout every corner, maybe I felt it my responsibility to protect her. That's a nice excuse, right?

The truth was far more sinister, though I guess it's somewhat true, her blood while enticing belongs solely to me and I needed the filth in this dreaded town to know it, so maybe I told a few more lies but you would too to protect what's yours.

And she...was mine.

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪

She worked in downtown Gotham in this slumlord-owned bar, as a barista and despite her sweet exterior I could tell she held her own rather well in a place with gross older gentlemen going from wall to wall, their younger dates passing disgusted glances hoping those pockets went deep and that the discomfort proved worth it.

It was only right that I keep a close eye on her, no? Besides, I needed a job, and Blue Silk had a spot open for a new dancer, it wasn't like I had no experience on the stage; It wasn't all about the pretty-eyed soft-spoken bartender, was it?

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Selina had just gotten off the stage, she was Catwoman to the crowd and Sel to her colleagues, slipping some shorts over her lingerie, she made her way to the floor, eyes searching until she found Y/n standing behind the bar, a smile spread across her face, her lively kind demeanor inviting to the locals that came in regularly as if their lives depended on it. She could see instantly why Y/n was a good fit for the nightclub, that smile could charm a polar bear.

It wasn't until that smile fell that Selina became worried, she sees the woman stiffen when a regular named Lenny walks in, she cocks her head, zoning in on the scene before moving in.

"Hey, Barbara's looking for ya. Said she needs your help".

Selina steps behind the bar, her eyes on the man hard in contrast to the gentleness she displayed when wrapping her arm around her shoulder and pulling her in a little closer, Y/n is more than thankful for the interruption, her smile when she sees Selina is one of utter relief.

"Bet". Is all she says, putting her dish towel down, her gaze never breaking the man's until they leave him and head into the back, her heart thunders through her chest, adrenaline on a 10, Selina hadn't heard everything that was said but she could see the anger and anxiety on her face.

"You okay"? She asked when out of earshot of the floor, letting the other barista know you were taking a moment.

"I'm good, Sel. Got a light"?

"Always".

The air was cold against your skin, light snow was falling over Gotham and neither you nor Selina, in your haste to escape the scene had remembered a coat, grabbing nothing more than a pack of cigarettes.

Y/n was still rattled, but Selina, Selina was thinking about their proximity, watching her blow her smoke out into the air, her eyes remained fixed on the woman's every move, she'd been doing it for so long now it was like muscle memory observing her from head to toe.

"Sel"?

"Yeah, Hun"?

Passing her the cigarette, she lets out a sigh the chill from the air turns her breath into its own cloud of smoke as she turns to face her friend, leaning against the pillars that were just outside the double doors of Blue Silk, "We need to look out for each other. Okay"?

"We will, Honeybun".

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪

And just like that, Selina was walking her out nightly, sometimes walking her home when she needed to, and within that time she decided, she wanted more than her blood, she'd started this after a whiff of something so tantalizingly sweet, so delectable smelling that it invaded her mind for days on end. God, she needed the poor doe more than anything, and now...She was seeking all of her.

She'd learned so much about the woman she felt she'd known her for years, from something as surface level as her favorite color to the more personal like how she'd ended up in Gotham in the first place — Through an orphanage.

There was more than met the eye to Y/n Y/ln but Selina hadn't found out just how deep the mystery went until the night it all came out in throes.

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Y/n hadn't asked Selina to follow her out in a week due to being out sick, the night she came back the world had become a vibrant place for the vampire again and she wasn't going to waste it, not when she was so close to her end goal, so close she could practically feel the pulse of the woman's veins against her tongue.

She was absolutely drooling for it, as desperate as it sounded to admit it. She was hungry, and the only craving to satiate her appetite rested in the manicured hands of a 5'3 bartender with bright shining e/c eyes that lit up any room she damn walked into.

Selina was at the mercy of Y/n, but in due time she hoped to welcome the opposite.

"Missed ya, Kitty cat".

She was quick to wrap Sel up in her arms, that smile shone brightly up at the Cat, so sickly sweet it made her weak in the knees, why wouldn't she hug her back? Her arms wrapped tightly around her in return and she wasn't shy about nuzzling her cheek up against hers.

"Missed you too, honeybun. Walking homes been so lonely without you, sweetheart".

"We'll fix that. You're gonna kick ass out there, Kit. I missed seeing you in your element".

A smirk threatened to tug at Sel's lips thinking about the younger woman watching her on stage and possibly enjoying it, if that in any way hinted at reciprocation, she'd hold onto hope.

"You're gonna watch me? Be my good luck charm"?

"I don't know what luck I'd bring but I'm for sure gonna watch you, I always do".

When they pull away, Y/n leaves her with the lightest feathering of a kiss on her cheek. Selina feels her fangs threaten to pull, and Jesus is it so dangerous to be so close to her like this. "You always do..."

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪

It was around time for Y/n and Selina to leave but the bartender hadn't seen a hint of Selina after her last performance that night, even as she looked around for her; It wasn't until she'd gone out for a smoke that she appeared almost out of thin air behind the girl as silent as a mouse, she swiped the cigarette from her hand and slipped it between her own lips that curved into a grin after she exhaled and let the smoke flow freely. "You didn't think I'd forgotten, did you"?

She flinches, the hand that had been on the knife only loosening when she hears the familiarity of Selina's voice, shaking her head, biting back a matching grin at the sudden appearance.

"Maybe. You disappeared, Kit. Where'd ya go? Didn't see ya round after that last performance, you killed it by the way. As I knew you would".

Playfully she punches her shoulder, but the Cat has one thing on her mind and it's pumping through her veins like lava, she licks her lips and throws down the cigarette, stomping on it with her boot, "Fancy a ride home? I had a few loose ends to tie up".

"Mm, a ride"?

Selina holds out her hand, grin broadening when Y/n easily takes her hand; leading her over to her new wheels, a smooth black motorcycle, she holds up a backup helmet and hands it over to her.

"You ever been on one of these, love"? She asked, watching her struggle with the helmet before coming over to help her out.

"Once or twice, one of the kids I was placed in the orphanage with got his own when he was adopted, he was like a little brother to me so when I was trusted to go out on my own, we'd go out riding".

"Oh yeah? So you know I need you to hold on tight, right? Real tight, don't let go".

She was a breath away now, her breath tickling Y/n's skin as she fastened the helmet to her head, eyes locked to hers while she did it.

"I won't, I promise". Y/n mumbles, slightly blushing and happy the helmet could help hide it, but Selina had always had that allure that took her in and refused to let go, anyone could fall victim to it, man or woman, and Y/n was no exception.

Holding onto her hand gently, Selina aids her on the bike and then situates herself as well, Y/n's arms firmly wrapped around her waist. They set off just as it begins to fade into a starless night, few to no bodies on the streets.

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪

Mystique. She threw wrenches into the lives of many but never did I expect myself to be playing her game, I thought I had everything figured out, she was one of many necks, I'm an expert in my selections, but I missed so much, far too much.

When we got to her house she invited me in under the guise of a drink, but I had planned in advance to talk my way in, the fact that she was so willing to gaze at me all sweetly, so trusting, so naive, it was a rush. Something like a drug.

Her hand tugged at mine, and she smiled all brightly, eyes staring up at me so...enticingly. If I could've kissed her then, I would've but that would've ruined the surprise and we didn't need that, no. For this to work I needed her to trust me...fully.

"Coffee...Or wine"? Her neck craned to the side and my eyes capped it immediately, her throat like a lure and I was the fish that had taken the bait, my mouth went dry; It was then that I realized how close I really was.

We were alone. She was mine.

"Dry"?

"You're in luck, I don't enjoy dry, myself but I do keep it for guests that do".

"Social butterfly".

"You aren't the first to call me". Sending a wink my way, I was in hook line, and sinker, and her every movement sent my body into overdrive, I could feel myself pulsing beneath my jeans.

"It is how you got the necklace, no"? I asked referring to the butterfly pendant around her neck, she'd been wearing since the day we met, I could tell by the way she frequently fiddled with it that it meant a lot to her.

"Keen eye. When I finally got adopted, I was a teen, freshly 13, and a teacher from my school became my own real-life Ms. Honey from Matilda, adopted me after fostering me when I was at my worst; Nickname is from her, necklace is from her. I've been Butterfly to anyone I've ever known".

I chuckled, hanging onto every fucking word she said. Her accent was distinct, Nola dipped heat spoken like honey, I wanted to hear it moaning my name, and it would. In due time.

"Now you are Butterfly to me". I got closer, fingers grasping onto the glass she held, our fingers brushing against one another briefly.

"I've never heard it better".

She would be the death of me, I swore.

Even after our hands stopped touching, I could feel her fingers running down my arm, traveling the length while my lips wrapped around the glass, something out of my wildest fantasies if you asked me; I sat the glass down and within a moment my lips were against hers.

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It was finally time, after the first kiss Selina found herself craving much more than a sample taste, she'd waited so long for this moment and she was prepared to savor it, tugging Y/n to her and pressing her lips to the woman's chest, kissing what revealed skin she could reach, and Y/n didn't resist, not with the way a soft whimper fell from her lips, parted to allow her noises to freely drip shamelessly but a whimper was just the tip of the iceberg, Selina wanted to hear far more.

"This, this is what I've wanted since I met you, at the club".

It had always been entertaining to hear prey speaking of their own crushes on her, how they fantasized, and manifested...With Y/n, however, it meant something different, something special. The woman threw her off of her game, she was so used to being in control but it all came crashing down the moment she'd gotten her hands on the one she was convinced fate wanted her to have.

"You're filled with sugar, ain't ya, Sweet thing? C'mere. On my lap".

Moving to sit on the couch, Selina has Y/n sat in her lap, her back to Sel's front, and her lips quickly find her neck just as they'd found her chest, she's damn near quivering with anticipation when she has the sweet girl in her lap at her very mercy, it all feels like it's fallen into place.

"Let's play a game, yeah? I wanna play a quick game, it's simple".

Y/n trembled underneath Sel's touch, her hands roamed her body eagerly, and her body reacted like it was made solely for the vampire and her alone, her core throbbing with a sick need for Selina to touch her. She gulps. "What's the game"?

Selina laughs, her grin akin to the Cheshire cat when she's met with curiosity instead of reluctance. Her claws gently run over the girl's stomach, goosebumps left in her wake. "It's called two truths and a lie, it's as simple as it sounds, I'm going to tell two truths and one lie. You tell me which one the lie is, okay? ...Little pup"?

Y/n's voice is timid, her eyes following Sel's every touch on her skin trying to keep her composure though it seemed for naught the moment she felt Selina's boner poking into her backside, the thought of it inside of her instead sent unwavering unadulterated arousal washing over her.

"I can".

"Good girl. You're too damned sweet, angel. You know that? Listen carefully, love. 1. I hate sweets. Disdain them even...2. Bloodthirsty creatures? They're not...as mythical as you'd believe they are And 3. I...know you better than you'd like to think, sweet girl".

All of this is said while her hands play with the hem of her shirt, allowing her time to think over all of Sel's questions thoroughly, and immediately her eyebrows furrow in confusion, trying to think through a lust filled lense was already hard enough but Y/n could swear she spotted two lies, one truth.

"I'd say...2 maybe, but 3. Are you sure? I think there's more to me than that, no"?

A chuckle leaves the Cat's lips, she leans her head back and squeezes her just a bit tighter than before. "You might be right, but you are incorrect and misguided in so many ways, may I count them as I undress you"?

Letting out her own laugh, Y/n moves Selina's hands from her waist back to the hem of her shirt, and Selina so happily counts the ways.

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪

Her hands worked your shirt over your head, lace pink bra underneath taking her eyesight happily, smirk on her face she speaks up but her eyes don't leave your chest. "I don't know which will scare you off first but know that this is all I've ever needed, and hear me out before you scream".

Most would've ran from those words alone, but the woman on her lap stayed firmly placed allowing Selina to undress her even while her words became ominous and vague. "We live in a world where superheroes fight villains. Go on then, frighten me".

That was exactly what she meant when she called you trouble, she groans, leaving a trail of kisses down your neck, voice raspy when she speaks, "Bloodthirst is all too real, and it's...how we got here today, you see? It ties into my other, pretty little truth, and funnily enough? Also my lie. See...I thought I hated sweets".

"I thought you did too, I don't think I've seen you eat a dessert ever in my time knowing ya".

"You haven't. But you're the reason, the reason I started...craving them. I've been on this earth for over a thousand plus years and nothing has quite lured me in like the scent of your blood, my dear".

It took a minute for her words to register but when they did you almost thought you were hallucinating, it was shocking for all the most insane of reasons, her news.

"I can see you look...disturbed and for all good reasons, I'm sure. I won't confuse you with my vagueness so let's cut it straight, I'm what you humans call...a vampire. I have a bloodlust that I just found cannot be satiated by any other, any other but..."

She pauses to let you answer, humming when you do, "Me"?

"Smart girl. Gotham is filled with monstrosities, I'm sure you're aware, and I, unfortunately, am one of many of the freaks this town has to offer. I've always had a rather strict appetite, but you? You have ruined me".

There was a heat in her voice now, a darkness and danger that settled in the pit of your stomach listening to what no longer sounded like the Selina you knew, and even though you knew you should run, get out. It was like she had you pinned to her lap, under her spellbound with the hypnosis that was her voice; You weren't sure if you could move or if you'd stay compliant even if you wanted to.

"I-I ruined you? How could I eve-" Your words are cut short when her fingers hooked onto your leggings, taking them down with ease whilst whispering sinful truths into her ear.

"I'm hungry and it's all your fault, I haven't looked at another neck in 10 months, sugar and let me tell you...living off blood packs isn't sustainable for a woman like me, and that, I will have to fix and soon. And how, tell me, do you think I should fix it, Y/n"?

Your mind ran, it ran with many things but the first that falls from your lips is fueled by shock, "What do you mean 10 months, Selina"?

From your point-of-view it had only been 3 months since you'd known one another, she'd only been working there for that long so it couldn't have been ten months but the more you ran through it, the more you realized what she'd meant by two truths and a lie, and if she'd been watching you that long, truly...Was all of it true?

"Do you wanna run"?

You'd sat up by now, running over everything in your head repeatedly trying to come to terms with the fact that what seemed to be Satan, herself was in your living room, her fingers running the length of your neck and collarbone watching you put it all together.

Did you wanna run? A normal person would wanna run hell anyone in their right mind would be calling the cops, right now yet you were still there sitting in her lap, watching her hands run over your skin, her fingers now playing with the fabric of your lace pink thong.

"Do you wanna play two truths and a lie, Selina"?

If Sel had a heart it would probably be beating out of its chest right now, how could this innocent, pure little thing be so close to death itself and not completely freak out? "Lay it on me".

Y/n stands up, Selina's eyes following after you when you do, slight surprise on her face as you, instead, take down the pink thong on your own, your eyes dancing with mischief, you speak too calmly for a woman standing in front of the undead who'd apparently been stalking her for longer than they'd even known each other.

"1. I knew that you weren't human...2. I hate all things bitter, sour. And 3. I, myself, ... am not human".

You reveled in the way Selina's eyes widened, how her shock turned into intrigue thinking over your words and making her final decisions before she pulled you in closer by the thighs, her chin resting on your legs, sage green eyes staring up into your e/c ones.

"Tell me a story, mama. I wanna hear it all from those gorgeous lips of yours, and don't leave a thing out, ight"?

Your breath hitches at her words, lips parted but not a peep comes out. 'Adorable', Selina thinks, pulling you back onto her lap and spreading your legs effortlessly, her head dipping down to whisper into your ear. "Ready, set..."

Her fingers move to toy with your clit, a dangerous, sadistic smile spread ear to ear, finally getting what she wanted, and God was it worth the wait. Her cock twitches in her pants, and she's glad she has a semblance of self-control, she just really needs to hear every little thing Y/n says, she finds your words...fascinating. And maybe, maybe she wanted to see your squirming and moaning in her lap, dripping from her fingers dipped into your sweetness all by themselves.

Struggling to get your words out.

"Witches blood. My family's one of the oldes- Selina... I-I'm also half-wolf, I could smell it on you from the moment we met".

"Wolf's blood... and witch? It must be why you smell so damned sweet, a hybrid. I don't know how I didn't peg it sooner". Selina grunts into your ear, her hips involuntarily bucking up against the wolf, now that she knows, she's aware she has something more special than originally thought. she takes a moment to think before dipping her fingers inside your cunt, she knew she couldn't wait too long, she had too much desire building within her own stomach.

"If I were a stronger woman, I'd have you trembling and squirting on my lap before I even thought about fucking you but when it's you..."

Pulling her fingers from your pussy, she puts the fingers in her mouth, fangs popping out when she gets even the slightest taste of your essence on her tongue. "My control— It's evaporated into nothingness so here's what I'm gonna do".

She stands you back up, but this time she follows after you, taking your hand and leading you down the hallway to your own room as well as you yourself could find it.

"I don't want to compel you but I could make it easier on you when I feed. Now is that what you want, Darlin"? When you turn back around, she's lowering her pants, and underwear revealing 7 inches, circumcised and a caramel brown, it's something that leaves Y/n's mouth-watering. She shouldn't want this but she does, and it's intense.

"No".

That was exactly what Selina wanted to hear, she needed to know in her heart of hearts that you wanted this just as much as she did, and even if she had the power to bring you to your knees, herself? She wanted it to be real, fuck this wasn't like her at all but her cock wouldn't let her hold back any longer.

"And you know what that means, princess"? Sitting on the bed, she brings you over to her, stood between her legs, she turns you to face the door, groaning quietly at how beautiful you looked up close and personal, better than any invention of you her fantasies could create. "Spread your legs and talk to me".

You're snapped from autopilot, spreading your legs only to be grabbed swiftly into her lap, and this time she keeps your legs open and breathes into your ear, "I said...talk to me".

Taking her length in her hand, she guides her cock between your slit, collecting your slick and pulling an audible shudder from you as you finally begin to talk, "I-it'll hurt. I know, but I don't...I want it to".

Selina grunts. She grunts, and suddenly her cock is bottomed out and sunk deeply into your cunt, the only things heard are the sounds of the effect she has on you, from the squelching between your thighs when she sinks as deeply as she can to the way you let out the cutest little yelp she'd ever heard, tugging your hair back, she exposes your neck to her.

"It will hurt, but you don't care. You don't even care. Fucking masochist, look at yourself".

Scooting to the end of the bed, a hand firmly around your waist and the other forcing your eyes to the full-length mirror in the corner of your room not allowing you to look away, and the sight is as erotic as Selina made it out to be; You can see her slowly pumping into you, your lips parting to allow soft moans to escape, eyes struggling not to roll back. And when you look up to her, she's already staring back at you, lips curved into a shit-eating grin still leaning down so she could whisper into your ear. "You see that, hun? You're so pretty, baby but my god...You're a damned whore".

Her words though degrading are said with the care you'd provide a wounded animal with, they are meant to lull, to tame, and you were so sick with arousal that you didn't even notice you'd fallen right into her trap; She wasn't about to let you leave.

"You're gonna look at yourself and bounce on my cock, got it"?

Without needing anything more said, you'd been broken out of your stupor and ready to obey her every whim, your hands are braced on the bed in front of you, eyes to the mirror, and back arched; Selina, pressed against the headboard sitting with eyes low and a hand resting on your hips, she watches the first roll with an entranced intrigue, your hair still wove around her fingers, she lets her fangs graze your neck, reveling in the way you slightly flinch but never stop moving.

"Count down from 3..."

Her claw digs into the hip she holds, pricking the skin beneath and drawing your blood with a scent so dizzying she forgets her own words, and with a hiss, she sinks her fangs into your neck.

"T-THREE"! Y/n screams out, pain melding with pleasure, your cunt clenches tightly around her, ensnaring her into a chokehold, the light behind your eyes bright and blinding you feel yourself growing ravenous as the room fills with your collective pleasure and Selina helps you along with the thrusting when she realizes how distracted and clouded you are with her feeding from you.

She doesn't let up, she speeds up her pumps, pulling herself back from your neck, your ass pressed to her pubic bone, she savors the way the blood looks against your complexion, licking you clean, her hands move from your hair and underneath your chin, tilting it up slightly. Raising your leg for better access, she angles her hips deeper inside you, drinking in the way you moan her name. "I knew it, shit, I knew it...so. damn. sweet".

"S-sel, I need a little more, I need—" Your head is on fire, you didn't even notice that it wasn't only the lack of blood clouding your judgment, but something more, Selina's pheromones carried a floral scent to it that sent you into a world of your own, enhanced the already natural chemistry the two of you already had.

"Ah, say please, pretty thing. Mommy can make it all better".

Her voice is like a siren's song, a snake charmer. All you can do is succumb to her efforts, your cunt soaking the bed and in kind, Selina's stomach and thighs, as well as your own; You feel her throb inside of you, swelling at your words. "Please...please mommy".

She couldn't deny that, now could she?

This time, her eyes lock in on her target, the space between your shoulder and the nape of your neck, the final nail in the coffin of your lovestory, then it would all be set in stone. "Mm, since you asked so nicely".

"Cum. for. Mommy".

Selina growls into your ear, pushing herself to the hilt and sinking her fangs into your neck again, this time harder than she had before, on a mission to make you hers for good. Your body quivers in response to her power, moans loud yet strained, she can feel the moment you let go; Your legs wrap around her torso, and your cunt turns into solitary confinement, keeping her in an inescapable hold, hole twitching around her.

She could cum at that alone but it takes a few more rough pumps, her body leaned over yours, she holds her wrist up to your lips and compels you to bite. "It won't hurt me, I promise".

And so you listen, not as though you had much of a choice; It's when the black de-oxygenated liquid spills onto your tongue that she finally climaxes, rope after rope flooding your womb whilst you feed from each other shamelessly, heads filled with only thoughts of sin.

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪

She watches over her sleeping figure, a crimson-splattered soft grin spread across her face, she watches Y/n's mate mark swell and glow as it all settles down, and leans down to whisper in her ear.

"The midnight won't be so bad, not with you here, sweet deer".

All she gets in response is all she needs, Y/n turns in her arms and wraps herself up in Selina's grasp, mumbling incoherently; she presses a kiss to Selina's shoulder.

She falls into a dreamless sleep.

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪

A/N: let's call this your birthday fic, love you more than the moon loves the sun, happy 21st grandpa bear~ <33 @u4iuh

[salstray]

Vibe Check

OC (Cobalt) x OC (self insert <3)

3.1K Words Warnings: smut - sorta. (Vibrators, anal play, jorkin it, but no actual sex)

Cobalt tries to float the idea of those remote control vibrators to his fiance, Rose. When she turns him down, a non negotiable no, he takes matters into his own hands... and puts the control in hers.

(A/N: I'm not well versed in smut or smutty things, so I'm sorry if this isn't the best. I'm still only just dipping my toes in that specific pool.)

        “Hey, baby…”

        I glanced down at my lap, where Cobalt’s head was laying. He was on his phone, his eyes still on the screen, a little smile curling at his lips. Never a good sign.

        “Hm?” I looked back towards the TV. Waiting for whatever would come next.

        “You know those remote control vibrators?”

        Of course.

        “Yes and for your next question – absolutely not.”

        His eyes twisted up towards mine, his smile vanishing into a pout. His tail flickered down near his waist, the tip of it smacking against the side of the couch. “Why not?”

        “Because I am not giving you that sort of toy. I know you’ll abuse the power in a heartbeat and you know I don’t like doing that kind of thing in public.” I was a very private person. It was a struggle sometimes for me to even let Cobalt kiss me where people could see it. Hell, holding his hand still made me blush sometimes if we were anywhere but at home – alone.

        He hummed. Low and long. Obviously upset or annoyed, yet unwilling to push any further, since he knew it was a hard no from me.

        Cobalt kept scrolling on whatever app he had chosen for the night. I continued watching the TV.

        A few minutes passed.

        “I bought one.”

        “I’m not using it.”

        “I know.” My eyes slipped down, spotting his face, twisted with another smile. Wider and more mischievous then the last. He noticed and turned that smile on me. It grew, hinting at his teeth. “I’m gonna use it.”

        My brows raised high as I stared at him. He giggled, pure evil, as I did.

        “Listen, Rosie. I know you don’t want it, but I wanna have a little fun… live a little dangerously… so I’m gonna get the app on your phone and let you abuse the power.”

        “...that’s a bad idea.” Cobalt was the pervert out of the two of us. Handsy, mouthy, mean – when I wanted him to be – with absolutely no shame to slow him down… but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t very interested in how this would turn out.

        “Probably,” he said with a shrug. “But like I said… I wanna have a little fun… and I saw they have one’s specifically for prostate stimulation, soooooooo…” I shook my head and rolled my eyes, reaching down to run my fingers through his hair as he giggled again.

        “You’re a maniac.”

        “You still love me, though!”

        “Yeah, for some fuckin’ reason.”

--

        “Rose, can I borrow your phone.”

        “What for?” I asked as I pulled it free from my pocket to hand to him. Cobalt knew my password and quickly unlocked the thing as soon as he had it in his sticky little fingers.

        “Remember that little conversation we had like a week ago?”

        My memories rolled forward. Flipping back and forth like I was clicking through channels on cable. Cobalt and I talked a lot – we lived together. We were engaged. I didn’t have a job and he was all over me the second he was home from his.

        “Which one?”

        “Abooouuutttt… this?” He turned the screen around, grinning like a kid on Christmas, his tongue poking between his teeth as I spotted the pink and purple vibrator app he’d just started downloading onto my phone.

        “Oh… yeah, I remember that…”

        His eyes blazed bright. The unnatural black only enhancing the sudden glow of his royal blue iris. “Then I’m sure you can guess why I’ve just done this.”

        I tried to be casual. To fight the blush back with my teeth and my nails. “I’m guessing it got here…?”

        “Mhm!” Slowly, I nodded as I poked my way through the app. “There should be a code in the box that we can use to connect it to your phone.”

        “...you sure you wanna give me this sort of power, Co?”

        Cobalt’s grin turned wicked and he leaned forward, planting one hand on my desk and curling the other around the backrest of my swivel chair to hold me still. “Baby, I’d let you do literally anything to me. This? Is nothing.” He used his hold on the chair to suddenly jerk me forward and I squeaked in surprise – only for him to swiftly kiss me on the head before standing up and wandering off. “I’m gonna go open it!”

--

        Cobalt, being the mad man he was, wanted to try it out for the first time in public.

        Me, being at least slightly sensible and easily flustered, utterly refused and made him take our test run at home. Like normal people.

        Well, as normal as we could fucking be…

        We were in the bedroom to start. Cobalt was stark naked, standing in the center of the room with my phone in his hands, the paper with the registration number pinched between his fingers as he navigated his way through the app to connect it. I was sitting on the edge of the bed, inspecting it. I’d never seen a vibrator like this before and I was curious.

        “I think I got it,” Cobalt muttered. His eyes flickered up towards the toy as his thumb pressed something on the screen. I jumped in surprise as the slim, misshapen end of it started to buzz. It was so aggressive. The whole thing wiggled and shook, the vibrations going all the way down into my wrist as I kept hold of it. When his thumb lifted it stopped abruptly.

        My eyes met his as he smiled like a shark. All of his teeth on display.

        I very pointedly did not look anywhere other then his face.

        “Time to swap,” he said softly, prowling forward and handing my phone back to me, still smiling wide at the sight of my flushed, burning cheeks. I took hold of it as he plucked the toy from my fingers.

        Cobalt pressed forward a moment later, making me gasp in surprise as his lips slid against my own, groaning low in his throat as his tongue tasted mine. It was quick and disorienting and he sighed softly when he pulled away again, his other hand reaching towards the nightstand. Towards the lube.

        “Wanna help me with this, baby?” he purred, still close enough for our lips to brush together.

        “I… I d-don’t know… how much help I’d be…” We’d never done anything like this before. I was absolutely not into anything to do with anal and he’d never brought it up. I knew he’d been with men before – he was open and proud about his whorish past – but he’d never asked for anything from me in that way. Never seemed to want it. Up until now.

        He hummed as he popped the cap open. I jumped a little at the sound, still staring up into his eyes, unable to look anyway.

        “Don’t need the help, in all honesty… but I love how red you get at new things like this…” he inched forward, fully hinged at the waist, settling his chin on my shoulder so he could whisper directly into my ear. I jumped again at the sudden slick sounds I heard as his shoulders flexed and moved alongside his hands. “My pretty girl… so shy… even after we’ve been together for so long…”

        I blinked rapidly, staring hard at the far wall. “I can’t help it,” I whispered back, my hands tightening to fists. One was twisted in the sheets beside my thighs. The other had a death grip on my phone, the app still lit up on its surface.

        “I know, sweetheart… I still love it…” He sucked in a quiet breath through his teeth as he contorted a little. A soft moan echoed through the room. “God… this is gonna be so much fucking fun…” The wet, slippery sounds got a little louder and Cobalt let out a shaky sigh. “Haahhh… almost there, baby. Been a while since I’ve done this…” His head dipped and his forehead rested against my shoulder as he started to pant. “Just a… a lil’ more…”

        I knew when he whined that he’d finally pushed it into place. My own breath had gone shallow at that point, fire burning at my cheeks and pooling low in my belly at the sounds he’d been making. It was truly unfair how hot Cobalt could be-

        “Alright,” he breathed deep, pulling back just far enough to look me in the eyes, his forehead now pressed against my own. “Give it a shot, baby,” he muttered. Breathless. He planted his palms on the bed beside me, holding himself up as he waited. “Let me feel it.”

        I swallowed hard, my eyes flickering down to my phone as the screen dimmed from inactivity. Cobalt inched back a little further to let me focus on it and I did my best not to stare at how rock hard his dick had gotten as he worked himself open.

        The button was bright pink. With a little power symbol dead center, glowing purple. There were a few options littered across the page, around that same button. Sliders to adjust speed, intensity, wiggle. A toggle for continuous stimulation at the bottom of the screen. I gulped again as my finger floated over the one in the middle. My eyes raised back to Cobalt’s and I found him staring at my phone intently. Waiting. Eager. Eyes glowing bright and unnatural in the dim scene of our bedroom.

        When I finally pressed down on my screen, Cobalt tensed.

        His shoulders locked tight. His jaw clenched and twitched under his skin. I watched his eyes blink and flutter before his head tipped back and they rolled as he groaned, baring his teeth towards the ceiling.

        “Fuuuuuck…”he whimpered, his chest heaving as I kept pressure on that button, my own eyes wide and dry as I watched him shudder. “Mmmmmm – fuck, baby, I…” Cobalt’s eyes fluttered again and he managed to point them back towards me. Lidded and hazy. “H-holy fuck – I f-fuckin’ forgot h-how… how…” he whimpered as his eyes screwed shut, his head falling forward to rest on my shoulder again.

        I lifted my thumb off the button and Cobalt gasped raggedly.

        “And you wanted to do this in public,” I mumbled.

        He whimpered again. “Yeah, I do… fuck, yes I do… b-but…” he chuckled, lifting his head up again so he could grin at me. “I-I’ll admit… you were r-right about… about doin’ it at home first…” Cobalt shook his head as he pushed himself up so he was standing straight. Still panting, still hard, his eyes closing as his head tilted back. “God… this thing is dangerous.”

        I pressed down on the button again, curious.

        Cobalt’s eyes flew open and he gasped again, alarmed and surprised, his knees buckling. Sending him to the floor. He landed on the rug, so I wasn’t too worried about him hurting his legs, and I watched – fascinated – as he gripped it tight, his teeth bared yet again, his cock twitching as he moaned out into the air.

        “R-Rosie-” he cried. “F-fuck – th-that wasn’t fair-”

        “Again… you wanted to do this in public,” I stated. Surprisingly calm. I could still feel the heat in my face, the burning in my cheeks, but the sudden control I had over him was intoxicating. I knew this had been a bad idea. I felt like a super villain. “You’ll have to get used to me not being fair if you wanna do that.”

        His head, which had fallen forward, his chin against his chest, raised and he pinned me with a pathetic, pleading look.

        I pulled my thumb away from the screen again and his arms shook as they held him up.

        “Okay,” he whispered. “O-okay, baby… yeah… I can do th-that…”

        “We’ll see,” I mused, looking down at the app. Wondering about the various controls and power I now had perched at my finger tips. “You should get dressed.”

        “Huh? ...oh… uh huh… yeah… okay…” It was like he was drunk.

        Slowly, he pushed himself onto his knees, his hands dangling at his sides. Then, after a few seconds of him just breathing, he stood. Shaky. I stood too, stepping up to set a hand on his chest, sliding it up towards his shoulder.

        “You sure you wanna keep it in…?”

        “Fuck yes I do, baby,” he muttered, leaning down to kiss me again. It was softer then before. Sweeter. “Like you said… gotta get used to it if we wanna take it further, right?”

        “Mhm.”

        His hands came up to cradle my face in his palms. Cobalt slow blinked at me, in that cat like way he did when he was tired or feeling sappy. “Then we’re gonna spend today like this… you keeping me on my toes… me tryin’ to get used to it…” His eyes slipped shut again as he sighed and set his forehead against mine. “Gonna be a long fuckin’ day, but… fuck, it’ll be worth it… for sure.”

        I slipped my arms around him, humming softly as I pushed forward, my body against his.

        “You want me to take care of you first?” I asked playfully as I felt the hard length of him press up against my stomach.

        “Mmmmm that would be really nice…,” he mused, his smile curling into a smirk. “Before you spend all day torturing me.”

        “This was your idea. Don’t forget that.”

        “I’m sure you won’t let me forget it, baby.”

        If I hadn’t left my phone on the bed I would have pressed that button again to prove him right.

--

        I decided, first off, to turn down the intensity right off the bat. Most of the sliders were set a little past the center line, so I pushed them down the length of the bar so I could do less to him for a longer period of time.

        He didn’t have to work today and I had nowhere to be either, so we just spent it inside. Hanging out in the living room, in our various offices, doing whatever it is we felt like doing.

        And every now and then I just… opened my phone and pressed that button. Sometimes for a few seconds. Other times for up to and over a minute, watching the clock as it ticked over. I played with the sliders, too. I kept at least two of them low at all times, but sometimes… I inched one of them up. Just to keep him on his toes. Like he said I should.

        Around 4 pm, I toggled on the switch that kept it powered and I tapped one of the sliders, slowly and steadily inching it up. Up. Up. Until it was at full power.

        Then I went to the next one and did the same thing.

        Something clattered somewhere else in the house and I stopped as I reached for the third, slightly worried I’d started my game at the wrong time. I stood up from my desk, slipping through the door and hunting for my fiance and the source of the sound. My phone still held at the ready. That last slider flickering at me from the screen.

        He was at his own desk. In his chair. Computer screen bright in front of him, his headphones across the room, on the floor – those were probably what the sound had been. Him throwing them off his head. Cobalt had his chin tipped back, one hand gripping the arm-rest so hard his knuckles where white, and the other wrapped tight around his dick. He’d pushed his sweat pants down towards his knees and his shirt up towards his chest. His eyes were screwed shut, his jaw slack, moans and whines and whimpers pouring out of him shamelessly.

        I watched, darkly amused and extremely aroused, and put my thumb on that final slider. Slowly notching it up further and further.

        Cobalt cried out, his back arching, cock twitching. “F-Fuck! Baby, p-please!”

        I’d never heard him beg before and it made me smile. The motion cold and cruel as I left him there. Full to the brim with every sensation his new toy could give him.

        His hips bucked, thrusting up into the air as his fist became a blur. “Fu-uck! Fuck! B-baby, baby, please please please please pleeaassee b-baby… m-mercy…ffffuck! Mercy!” He cried out again as he came, his voice hoarse and broken. The idea to keep the toy going was tempting. Very tempting, but I didn’t. I gave him the mercy he begged for and toggled it off as he fell back to earth, panting and heaving, cracked moans still escaping him as he sagged in his seat, utterly spent.

        When his eyes didn’t open, didn’t even flicker, I stepped up beside him, shoving my phone into my pocket and pushing my fingers into his hair.

        He whimpered as he leaned into my touch, lips parted and brow furrowed. His body sweaty and chest splattered with his cum.

        “Y-you… you were… w-watching?” he whispered, still struggling to breathe.

        “I heard your headphones and got worried I’d picked a bad time,” I muttered. “Wanted to make sure you were okay and… yeah… I watched.” He hummed, his eyes peeling open, hazy and glazed over as they searched through the fog of pleasure for my own.

        “You… you c-cant… do that when… when we’re out and… and about… m’kay?” I huffed and nodded as he fought his way through his words. “Th-that… it… hmmm…” His eyes closed again as he nuzzled into my palm, which I slid down towards his cheek.

        “I won’t, baby,” I promised. “We’ll give you a safe word when we are out and about, okay?” His eyes opened again, his brow pinching. “So if I do get a little too carried away you can tap out before anyone notices. That sound good?”

        “Mmmmhmm… yeah… sounds good…” Cobalt sighed softly. “’M tired now…”

        “Wanna be done for today?”

        He huffed. His lips twitched up at the corner of his mouth as he nodded sluggishly. “Probably should be… if you do that again I don’t think ‘m gonna make it…” I laughed silently as he sighed again. Cobalt’s eyes opened wider, blinking a few times to clear them up, and he winced when he glanced down over himself. “Damn it…”

        “Stay here,” I said, leaning down to kiss the crown of his head. “I’ll clean you up. Since this is all my fault anyway. Then we can go take a nap and figure out dinner afterwords. Sound good?”

        “Yeah,” he mumbled. He turned his gaze up towards me, his smile growing across his cheeks as he reached up to momentarily take my hand in his. “Thank you, Rosie. I love you.”

        “Love you too, blue. I’ll be right back.”

thank you for reading <3

love you lots~

[luckymousey]

Not boring (Ace + Oc)

⚠️English is not my first language⚠️ Details/warnings: romantic, amusement date, Ace’s POV, written to be directed to Bella, mentions of EAH because my AU is a EAH x TW, some swearing and cursing, Ace’s brother will be named Aniki (literally ’older brother’ in Japanese, I read it’s normally used by yakuza, other sites says it’s used for biological brothers; other sites says it’s a slang, like ‘bro’; but Ace is not the type of person who calls his brother ‘oniisan’, so I’m using it), fluff? Self-indulging (◐ ‿ ◑)

If you want to know more about my OC, you can click here!

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I groaned as I watched you happily walk to the carousel, I didn’t understand why you were so excited to ride a child’s game, it only went in circles and it was slow as hell.

“How about we go to this one next?”

You showed me your phone and pointed at a train.

“What’s that?”

“A tour, you know, like those you see in the ads on TV.”

“Babe, you promised me we would go to the roller coaster!” I complained, well, I wouldn’t say complained, I would say I pointed it out.

“We went four times, in less than two hours.”

“But how about we stop going to these boring and childish games?”

“But you promised me that we would’ve a great time together.” You pouted. “You’ll see it’s not that bad, and I also want to take some photos of you, I can’t do that while we go one hundred kilometers per second.”

Damn, I knew that pout was faker than Aniki’s words, but you knew how to make my heart weak.

“Ok, just one ride, only this one, a single ride.” I wanted to make sure you didn’t try to ride more stupid attractions.

After waiting for a few minutes, we chose our horses.

“Look, babe, mine’s like that car, what was it called again? Ray Mcking?”

“Rayum Mcking, love.” You corrected me.

“Yeah, yeah, that, it’s red and yellow, just like the car, but it’s not like horses can really be like this.”

“Why not? There are red horses, purple horses, green horses…” you started listing every color and putting the word ‘horse’ behind it.

“Maybe it’s because you come from another world, tell me, are there really that type of horses?” I asked, I’ve always been curious about the place you came from, but never got the chance to ask about it.

“Yep, I remember I once had a lilac one, my aunt gifted it to me for my birthday.”

“Do you think he’s in good hands right now?”

“If he was alive, yeah, everyone in the castle looked after him with me.”

“Oh, so he died, I’m sorry.” I started feeling awkward, stupid Ace, you should have asked her about something else.

“Stop beating yourself over it, he was old and still lived even more than the average horse, I’m happy I managed to spend some time with him before his death.”

“Um?” I looked at you, not understanding why you told me that.

“You always swing your legs in that way when you feel guilty.”

That’s right, for some reason, you always noticed things others didn’t, stupid Bella, stupid, beautiful and flirty Bella, why was the carousel taking so long to start?

“Why do you always see things other people don’t?” I tried to change the subject, bad idea, next thing you told me made me look like a tomato.

“I don’t always see every little thing, mostly because don’t care about people who have nothing interesting to show me, it’s only that when it comes to you, I can’t help but look at everything about you because I want to love everything about you, from the most stupid habit of yours to your favorite hobby.”

“W-what are you…!?” The ride abruptly started, making me slightly jump, still with my cheeks tinted red.

Maybe…these games are not boring.

“The wheels on the bus go round and round.” you started singing along as you touched your screen phone.

“Bella, I-”

“Look!” You cheerfully showed me a photo of me, right when I looked like a cherry.

“Hey! When did you take that photo!?” I tried to scratch away your phone before you sent it to anyone.

“Nope!” Your lips widened into a smile as you pulled back your phone. “I’m keeping this!”

“Babe, don’t be so mean!”

[sky-drgn]

Flower Crown - Chevalier Michel

Genre: Fluff Pronouns: you/your Warnings: None Words: 724 Notes: This is completely platonic. They're children here. This is not a ship. Technically this is my oc, but I wrote it as a reader insert, completely gender neutral ^-^ This is a result of being reminded of Chev's lack of childhood~ It's been edited, but please let me know if there is many mistakes that I missed!

The crystal blue sky shone throughout the kingdom. You and your old brother played in the castle gardens. Your play clothes are getting dirty with every laugh and giggle the two of you let out. Scraps and bruises added to your knees and elbows that the two of you knew you would get lectured later by your parents. Being children of royalty meant keeping and looking proper all time. But the two of you also knew that no one would actually mind. You are both children, after all. No one was going to say anything about a small meaningless injury here and there. 

“Hey, brother? Who are they?” 

“Huh? Who's who? No one else is out here.” 

“Them, up in the window.”

“Oh, they must be dad’s guest’s kids.” 

“Dad has guests?” 

“Yeah, he told us during our lessons yesterday.”

“Oops, I wasn’t paying attention. Are we going to greet them? Greeting guests are so annoying.”

“I don’t think so? We would have had to when they got here.”

“That means no ball, right?!”

“Yeah!” 

“Awesome! Fancy clothes are gross!”

And with that, you and your brother went back to playing around the garden. Until the two of you were called in to continue your lessons.

Every time you saw the young blond hair blued visitor, he always looked sad. Or at least, you thought so. Your brother didn’t necessarily agree that he looked sad but agreed that he didn’t look happy. At least compared to the purple-haired boy that was always hung out with him. 

“Come out already.” The blond-haired boy said, not looking up from his book. He was alone in a quiet area of the library. Or as alone as he could be in a giant room with multiple floors. You assumed the purple-haired boy was somewhere nearby. 

“Oops, and here I thought I was good at hiding. What are you reading?” You asked as you came out of hiding. You had been behind him and looked over his shoulder to look at the book. “Woah! You can understand this stuff? This is the kinda books the boring adults read.” 

“What do you want?”

“A smile! And your name.” 

“No.” 

“Aww, come on. Don’t be like that. I’ll tell you mine!”

“Go away.” 

“You’re no fun. There’s no harm in telling me!” 

“It’s Chevalier Michel. Now go away.” 

“Your Highness, her majesty is looking for you. It’s time for your lessons.” An attendant called out from the entrance of the library. She had interrupted you, trying and failing to pronounce his name properly. Chevalier heard this, of course. He didn’t understand what was difficult about his name. 

“Aw man, I finally get to talk to you, and I already need to leave. Maybe I’ll get to see you again before you leave!” You huffed, looking over at the attendant. “Oh! Here you go, Chev! You're from someplace with lots of roses, right? Here are some Forget Me Nots! They grow lots around the garden! I was told once what they mean, but I don’t remember anymore. Promise me you’ll tell me the next time you see me!” You had made the flowers into a crown and happily placed them onto the boy's head before you ran away to go with the attendant looking for you. 

Chevalier didn’t get a chance to answer you. All he did was huff and take the flower crown off his head. You’d done a good job. He was impressed that you, a child a few years younger than him, was able to make something of such high quality. He didn’t put it back on, but he didn’t throw it away. He had kept it with him until he was able to find a book with the meaning of the flower. He let his younger brother do what he pleased with it after that. After all, you were just some random kid that interpreted his reading. The likelihood of the two of you meeting again was extremely low. It was clear you and your older brother were being kept away from him and the rest of his family members that were here. 

However, you would meet again, but by then you were both adults. He didn’t tell you he remembered you and the meaning of the Forget Me Nots. After all, you seemed to have forgotten him.

Extra little note: I do know the meaning of Forget Me Nots. The young reader (oc) does not know. They saw pretty blue flowers, they aren't red like roses. That's all.

IkePri Masterlist | Secret Princess Mastelist

[shivunin]

🙤 Unusual OC Associations 🙧

Tagged by @greypetrel---thanks for the tag! This is so cool :) I also might do this for all of them gradually---I enjoy this unique way of thinking about these characters. I added Arianwen under the break here, and I'll likely make a separate post for my bounty of Lavellans. (Also--I'm just putting this out there--I'm adding a Tarot section for mine because I kept thinking about cards for them as I was writing these, but it wasn't part of the original list c: )

Maria Hawke

Seasoning: Something warm and sharp, like ginger or cinnamon. The kind of thing you can add to a hot drink when it's cold outside.

Weather: Snow that falls in big, puffy flakes that make you feel grateful to be inside and warm. Not a storm, but snow that makes everything feel a bit closer than it was before.

Colour: The crimson of heart's-blood, vivid and unmistakable

Sky: When it's very cold and clear outside and there are ice crystals shining in the air. You can only see them when they catch the light, but they're there nonetheless, like clouds scattered at ground level

Magic power: Fire that soothes and sears: a healing heat that is like knocking back a finger of whiskey in the bitter cold, or a blush on a first date.  The agonizing pain of reaching for a pot too fresh from the fire or overlooking the burning candle you've just tipped over in your negligence. 

House plant: Aloe vera: you can forget about it, it can withstand too much sun or rain for a time, and as long as it’s cared for every so often it’ll keep taking out the sting of your hurts

Weapon: A staff made of dark wood and bronze, polished to a gloss by decades of use and her father’s hands. 

Subject: History—but mostly the salacious or embarrassing bits. Hawke loves a good story, and she definitely tells the bawdy ones when she’s tipsy.

Social media: Despises it. Has a hard time reading tone on the internet. Probably runs a personal blog about her life Kirkwall that she never updates, and rarely responds to comments; she’s too impatient to work to understand a format or website culture. 

Make-up product: An anise oil treatment she rubs into her hair before she sleeps at night to keep it glossy and tangle-free

Candy: Chocolate-covered roasted almonds; a study in contrasts, with the sweet, melt-in-your mouth richness of chocolate and the crunchy, faintly bitter and salty almonds. 

Fear: Failure; that it was actually her fault that Malcolm and Bethany died, and that it will happen again if she isn’t quick/clever/good enough

Ice cube shape: Perfectly square, rattles nicely when you shake it in a glass

Method of long distance travel: Carriage; she can nap, read, and take in the sights exactly as much as she’d like to. 

Art style: Impressionism; trying to capture the fleeting through the suggestion of detail, but ultimately only capturing the impression of what it once was. The finished result is still beautiful, if full of nostalgia. 

Mythological creature: A church grim; guardian of its domain and foreteller of death. 

Piece of stationery: Handmade paper with pieces of dried rose petal or herbs pressed into the paper itself; slightly ragged around the edges but thick and sweet-smelling. 

3 emojis: 👀 💅🏽 😶

Celestial body: The harvest moon on the horizon, golden and full and looking impossibly close despite the distance

Tarot Card: The Hanged Man; Intuition, trials, and self-sacrifice

Tagging: @star--nymph @zenstrike

(and really, anyone who wants to do this--I know these things have the power to make one feel like the kid picked last for dodgeball, but I feel like I'm overstepping if we've never really interacted. Tell me if you want to do these things and I will tag you forever. Really.)

(I put Wen under the break, insert "nobody puts Baby in the corner" joke)

Arianwen Tabris

Seasoning: Oh, salt, hands-down. No elaboration.

Weather: Gathering cumulonimbus on the horizon, with that especially purple-grey tinge to the bottom that tells you it’s going to be a really brutal storm. There are streaks of lightning every now and then, and you can see the streaks where rain has already begun to fall in the distance. (It leaves destruction behind, but come back in a season or a year---the fallen trees grow moss now, and house animals, and the fields have grown back all the greener for the rain)

Colour: Gunmetal grey; dull at first glance but lustrous and brutal nonetheless. 

Sky: Red at first light

Magic power: Reopening hidden hurts and forgotten wounds

House plant: Cactus in a terracotta pot. Sometimes you wonder why you’ve still got it on the shelf there, when all it does is poke you and look menacing. But then you look at it after a multiweek depression fog and it’s still there, unwilted, kicking ass. 

Weapon: a throwing knife, painted matte-black, all but invisible at night until it hits you

Subject: Applied physics; she likes the practical reality of numbers, and the application of an object in motion can really only benefit her. 

Social media: Has a private Youtube account where she saves all her favorite Lockpicking Lawyer videos. If anyone posts a picture or video with her in the background, she hunts them for sport. 

Make-up product: Cover up/foundation; if all your scars and tattoos are covered, it’s more difficult for people to identify you

Candy: Rebanaditas (watermelon chili powder candy) (and hey, this is how I found out that lucas powder contained high levels of lead and that’s why it was discontinued?? If you ate a bunch of it like I used to, just a heads-up.)

Fear: Loving someone as much as her father loved her mother (as much as she loved her mother) and losing them anyway.

Ice cube shape: Circle K ice (the little crunchy ones people like to chew on)

Method of long distance travel: Foot. No chance she’ll have to climb off or down from something and get taken by surprise. 

Art style: Charcoal sketches; they seem straightforward, even simplistic at first glance, but are capable of unexpected depth and dimension

Mythological creature: Cŵn Annwn; a hound of the Wild Hunt in Welsh lore. Their howls were a death portent that grew quieter rather than louder as they approached. Sometimes regarded as guides to the afterlife.

Piece of stationery: Scrap of paper torn off a larger text for convenience

3 emojis: 🔪 🤨 🐺

Celestial body: Mars

Tarot Card: The Tower; a symbol of abrupt and violent change, for better or worse

[mandalhoerian]

Hey, I don't know if anyone's mentioned this to you before, but I just wanted to say making Vera's color scheme pink (with black) totally makes her super recognizable and iconic, you know? It's a genius character design choice to me because in all of Resident Evil, there's no other character that's "pink," so she really stands out in a fresh way. It's like you filled a gap we didn't even realize was there. Plus, she's got that whole tech vibe going on, which is so cool because she stands out from all the scientists and badass fighters dealing with bioterrorism. I just think she's awesome and the thought put into her design is top-notch! I miss her sm I hope you update soon <3

RAHHHHH ANON KICKING MY FEET GIGGLING THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS ?????? I FEEL SO VALIDATED AHAHAHAH LIKE YES MY EFFORT HAS BEEN NOTICED BAAHAHAH

You didn't ask for this at all but I'm going to ramble ANYWAY. SO

I was extremely particular about making her "recognizable" as you say, like memorable. Because good god RE has so many good female characters who are so unique, and color-coded somehow, honest to god I was like "WHAT IS LEFT IN THIS UNIVERSE I DONT KNOW HOW TO MAKE A DISTINCTIVE OC WHAT AM I GONNA DO"

----- like, I had a friend who knows extremely early drafts of her, and embarrassingly she was a corrupt, snobby, scope-hungry journalist redhead who wore red and dressed like veronica lodge from riverdale 🙃🤐

and then she was korean for a while (this fell after i discovered ashiemochi's so-ah). and then turkish. and then the turkish journalist thing fell AS WELL because i discovered other journalist ocs on tumblr paired with leon and a turkish journalist on wattpad and i was like "oh my god fuck i am scrapping everything" (this idea later got recycled in moth to a flame)

first drafts are absolute hell, as you can see.

i actually dont remember how i got the pink idea. im also like. obsessed with color? i guess. i like to categorize so it's always fascinating when a character/thing is associated with a color/symbol/animal/ and owns it -- like, the girlies in RE -- they made Ashley orange-yellow, sheva purple (kinda? its not as prominent as the others), rebecca pistachio green, alex wesker white, ada cherry red, claire apple red and it just HITS, it could just be a me-thing though. It falls apart at one pointt I know, because how many characters can you color code hahahah (and they didnt even try with the men. they're shades of blue, all of them. or black. bo-ring. they went with the hair and body type for them while the girls got the colors kinda DDJSKDS) -- so take it with a grain of salt, it's just that I love color as a starting and developing point and I cant overgrow it 😭

but like. interestingly there was no pink pink character like you said — apart from moira burton that is who has it in like the hood of her jacket and bracelet and nowhere else, though she is a minor character? i guess in a zombie game franchise marketed to boys majorly in earlier years, they wouldn't really prefer pink LMAO so it was easier to bubblegum chainsaw an OC in since that was a deliberately left alone concept. I was like "mine now" and put a spin to it!!!!! I love that she's just black-pink. It's her whole thing. Such a satisfying thing to me to work with

I'm glad you think highly of this, the opportunity was ripe for the taking and I just went for it! Thank you so much for taking the time to share your thoughts with me!1!!!💕💕💕

EDIT: I FORGOT THE TECH THING YOU SAID IM SORRY. Yeah that was on purpose to further establish her to be her own thing as well. Too much "she's not like the other girls" vibes here AND ITS WORRYING but no she is just like the other girls and is proud of it. I just wanted to explore other occupations DJSDHSJSJKD Legit it started out as wanting to branch out and experimenting how I could incorporate it to RE's story!!!

THANK YOU SO MUCH AGAIN I WANT TO KISS YOU CONSENSUALLY ON THE FOREHEAD THIS ASK MADE MY DAY IM WORKING ON THE NEW CHAPTER CURRENTLY!! Hopefully it will be out this month, you know how long the chapters can get 😭

[majestydeerakuma]

-My Jackbox Interprets and Their Designs-

-I love drawing out my version of the Jackbox and YDKJ hosts. I have fun drawing them and trying my best to come up with a somewhat fitting design for each host who doesn’t have a confirmed design

-When it comes to older designs, a few of the hosts have went through some design changes, however, I didn’t show most of them.

-The only two that are on here, on Tumblr is one of Redacted’s older designs and Master Mentalist’s old design. I’m gonna write out what I have changed about my favorite Jackbox hosts and also why I made some decisions on what I did for their designs because yes and also I’m bored

(Cookie)

-His hair used to be a lot messier but I changed it a bit because I wasn’t happy with it

-His shirt as well was changed from the letters for You Don’t Know Jack (YDKJ) to a question mark. Why? I thought it would look kinda weird to add that to a shirt instead of the logo and I feel like the logo with my handwriting would look too inconsistent so I opted for a question mark

-I made his eyes spring green because it really makes his face pop out amongst the neutral colors he has. Also I just thought green eyes would look nice on him

-

(Schmitty)

-He originally had short black hair and his ahoge/cowlick was a single squiggly line. His eyes also used to be green and purple.

-I changed that because I didn’t really like the design so I changed him to have long dark brown hair and blue eyes to match his outfit

-He has glasses because I noticed in The Ride’s end scene that the person playing him (Phil) has glasses and so I put it into the design. Plus the glasses fit Schmitty

-

(Redacted)

-He went through the most design changes. His hair was always brown but his eye color wasn’t always cyan and yellow. It was originally going to be red and green.

-His mask was also going to have a smile on it but I thought it looked weird

-His older design that I have shared here depicts him in a grim reaper-like outfit and messy short brown hair. I didn’t really like he design much so I changed it

-I thought it would be cool to give him heterochromia and so, I did, cyan and yellow eyes :D

-

(Master Mentalist)

-He may be the newest one out of them but I already changed his design a little bit.

-His hair is not as messy anymore. His cowlick (under his hat) now curls in a little and is also black and white (oooh, hypnosis spiral much). His tie is replaced with a bow tie. The lines under his eyes are bigger now. Crazy eyes are optional for him now and are meant to mimic hypno spirals

-I’ll be dropping my new design for him in about an hour or two along with some extra things

-

That’s about it for now, I’ll probably do this again with four more hosts and then another time with four other hosts. I just chose my 4 favorites (yes, Master Mentalist is already a favorite of mine and it’s only been like 3 days or something)

-Ooh, I’m also working on my Jackbox OC bios and character headcanons so Imma post those when I finally finish them (though headcanons will be in multiple posts and bios will be in a post each for each character so it isn’t an absolute cluster)

[emystic-old]

❤️◇ for the Munday meme!

the salty af munday meme / Accepting

@alm1ghtysea wanted some salt: ❤️◇ for the Munday meme! ♥ What's the WORST thing that has happened to you rp wise? ♢ Has anyone ever tried to steal your blog? Your headcanons? Icons? All that jazz (I think it's this I'm sorry if it's not the diamond emojis for me looks different for me on the meme thing)

This is not going to be a ragging fest on one person and it's probably not the worst thing, but still something I wasn't down with AT ALL. This old writing partner has done this sort of stuff before and I try to let it slide cause I would DM him about this shit. This is why you don't give people multiple chances sometimes. My side characters and the NPCs in my character's life are not for anyone to control.

My old muse Khianna had a sickly younger brother named Marques, so homie thought it was okay to just put him in critical condition and be close to dying. They always loved to do this my muse to have a situation be used to have MY muse always look like the one in the wrong or the person that needs help in the end. She's yelling at his character to leave her alone, cause that's the meme prompt I gave I think so let's just hit her with "You don't have time to be cold to me and be a bitch, YOUR BROTHER NEEDS YOU." At least ask me if that's okay to do Marques is still MINE.

♢ Has anyone ever tried to steal your blog? Your headcanons? Icons? All that jazz (I think it's this I'm sorry if it's not the diamond emojis for me looks different for me on the meme thing)

Again, I hope this is the right symbol. But it was some odd things that happened before I don't know if I would equate to stealing because I never knew what the intentions were but it was two weird incidents.

One was when my mythos was being reblogged constantly by one person with a Lego Ninjago character they headcanoned as Inuit. Shanice and Iqniq (who isn't here anymore) are Inuit OCs I got and a lot of my personal mythos for them were inspired by Inuit folklore. The keyword is inspired though, it's not actual Inuit folktale facts so I told them that through DMs.

Another one was more recent with my first emystic blog before I restarted with this one. Someone just decided to follow me, like a bunch of my Muli character facts, and then unfollow and I think they even soft-blocked me and I always felt weird about it. Their OC was a purple alien girl just like Muli, but that's the only similar point they had is being not from Earth and associated with purple. Which ain't really unique. I don't know what was the end goal but if they did try to use Muli's image for their own purple alien fuck them.

[imthebadguyyy]

You're All Mine

Pairing - Lewis Hamilton x Reader

Fandom - F1

Summary - Things get slightly out of hand at a party where you decide to act up, and Lewis shows you just exactly who you belong to. P.S - He makes you wear that damn jacket.

Warnings - smut, swearing, possessiveness (brought to you by the fashion king that is Sir Lewis Hamilton, because that jacket did things okay?

A/N- OC (Thomas) has nothing to do with any of Lewis's friends in real life.

Also shoutout to @grandestrategia and @lights-out-in-monaco for helping me 💙

✯⌃⌄☼♥︎

iThrowing a party to get together was always a fun idea to get the chance to socialize, meet new people, dance, get drunk and spend quality time with your friends and family. But throwing a party after three back to back race weeks was not really a great idea, mainly because it meant your boyfriend groaning and moaning about how he didn't want to spend time with anyone else but you. That was exactly what was happening at present, as you swiped a tube of crimson lipstick across your lips, while Lewis sat on the bed, in a black shirt and his purple customised jacket, with his arms crossed across his chest, reminding you of a toddler who was told to go to bed early.

"I don't get why you had to throw a party today, of all times" he grumbled for what felt like the hundredth time that day. "Okay baby, I love you, I really do, but I swear, if you say that one more time I will strangle you" you replied, setting the lipstick back down, and reaching for a bottle of perfume on your dressing table. "I'm just saying, I feel like spending time with you now, and yes, I love that you decided to call my friends and family over, but I kinda just wanted to have some you and me time" he said, eyes following your movements as you sprayed the perfume behind your ears, on your wrists, and lightly over your body, "You'll have me to yourself from the moment they leave, till you have to fly for your race again. And I promise, we can do whatever you want" you said, reaching up to smooth your hair. Far too preoccupied with fixing the flyaway strands of hair, you didn't notice him standing up and standing right behind you. "Whatever I want hmm? I know exactly what I want baby. But I just can't get it right now. You know why? Because I want to bend you over and take you right here, right now. But because you decided to throw a party instead of spending time together, you'll have to wait a little longer than necessary to have my head in between your thighs, my fingers in you, and my cock in your cunt. And guess whose fault it is? Yours, my darling. It's your fault" he growled in your ear, smirking when a soft moan slipped past your lips.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you? For me to bend you over and take you here? When our guests could be here at any minute?" he continued, lips resting just near the outer shell of your ear. You couldn't even answer, feeling the arousal grow in between your thighs, as your heartbeat seemed to slow down for just a second, before it seemed to hammer against your chest almost as if it wanted to just burst out of your chest. "Tell me darling. Would you like that?" "Ye-" your reply was cut off by the sound of the doorbell ringing, signalling the arrival of one of your guests. "Saved by the bell, hmm? You didn't have to answer. But I promise baby, when they're gone, I'm gonna make you scream my name so loud, if our neighbours aren't on a first name basis with us tomorrow, I'll be very, very surprised. And leaving you a aroused, horny mess, he went down to open the door.

✯⌃⌄☼♥︎

About half an hour later, the party was in full swing. You had invited some of your friends and some family members, and turning to look over your shoulder, you saw Lewis chatting with his dad and Nicolas, a glass of wine in his hand as he laughed at something his brother told him. Smiling, you turned back, to see one of Lewis's friends making his way over to you, two glasses of champagne in his hand. You enjoyed mingling with his friends, and you had met Neymar Jr, Odell Beckham Junior, and other really awesome people. Smiling at Thomas, who was one of Lewis's newer friends, you accepted the glass, your third glass of champagne and your fifth drink all together, hovering between the lines of tipsy and drunk.

Thomas, (the friend, idk I just made him up) offered you a glass of champagne, and you gladly took a sip, enjoying the buzz as the alcohol ran through your veins, filling you with a calm happiness. Maybe it was the alcohol in your veins and the promise of a really good time that made you decide to push Lewis's buttons just a little bit, to ensure that you were really in for it. Giggling at a joke his friend made, you threw your head back laughing, letting your hand rest on Thomas's shoulder, before letting it move to your hair, twirling a strand of hair around your finger, teeth sinking softly down onto your lower lip.

From where he was standing, Lewis looked over to see where you were, his grip on his glass tightening when he saw you laugh and rest your hand on his friend's shoulder. His eyes darkening when he saw you twirl a strand of hair around your finger, and bite your lip softly, knowing all too well what you were doing. It was working. As you giggled again, tilting your head back laughing, and nodding a quick 'I'll be back soon', to his dad, he walked towards the both of you, his eyes fixed on the way you kept twirling your hair around your fingers.

"Hi baby. You having a fun time?" he asked you, standing next to you and wrapping an arm around your waist. "Yeah I am! Are you having fun?" you replied, letting your head droop onto his shoulder. "Yeah I am my love, thank you so much for planning it" he murmured in your ear, ignoring the fact that his friend was standing right in from of him, probably getting a free show. His hands splayed out on the leathery material of your black skirt, enjoying the coolness of the material and the feel of a section of your skin against his palms. The black outfit you had put on was a black leather top and skirt, that clung onto your body like a vice, as he moved his hand to the back of your skirt, moving so Thomas couldn't see what he was doing.

"And what about you Thomas, are you having a good time?" you asked the man, feeling Lewis tense up behind you. "Yup I am! Thanks so much for inviting us all, its a great party" he replied, flashing the both of you a smile. "We're glad you're having fun" Lewis replied, his hand moving to your ass, squeezing ever so discreetly. "Yup I know! Great to see you too, man! Your last races have been great, you deserve a break" Thomas kept talking, blissfully unaware of how you were squirming, your arousal pooling in between your thighs as he ran his fingers up your thighs, in between your underwear and the skirt. He moved his body so the lower half of your body was not visible to anyone else.

Pressing your lips together to keep a sound from escaping, you tried your hardest to hold yourself together, but it was damn hard when you could begin to feel the liquid threatening to run down your thighs and make a mess in front of everyone. "Moving your hand to the back to squeeze his thigh, silently begging him to just take you to the bedroom and fuck you senseless. Feeling your desperation, Lewis smirked softly, before turning to Thomas. "If you don't mind Thomas, I think I left my phone in the bedroom, I'll just go get it" "Yeah sure" Thomas replied, as you turned and made your way up the stairs to the master bedroom. But before you could go and sit on the bed, a pair of arms grabbed you around your waist, and pulled you into the master bathroom that was connected to your room.

Lewis turned your body around, the rough movement taking your breath away, before he crashed his lips down onto yours, his hands sliding down to your as again, squeezing hard, causing a moan to slip out your lips, your arms tightening around his neck. "I saw you trying to rile me up baby. All giggly and flirty, and that whole fiasco with you messing with your hair, hmm? Only I can pull your hair, and only I can tug on it. You like it when I do that, don't you? When I tug your hair, and your head falls back, and those sounds slip out of your lips and I can see how much you like it" The moan that slipped past your lips went straight to his cock, hardening under his pants.

"Words baby, words. Do you like it?" he asked, his fingers running along the waistband of your leather skirt, tugging the skirt down your legs. "I do, I really do! please, please do something, I need you so bad" you whined, your hands unbuttoning the buttons on his shirt, and tugging his purple jacket down his shoulders. "Patience my baby. Good things take time. So desperate for it, I can see your wetness dripping, but you aren't getting off that easily after that stunt you pulled. But I promised you that I'd give you a good time, and I always keep my promises" Another desperate whimper left your lips, and you dragged the jacket down his torso, letting it drop to the floor.

"No no no. I want you to put that on. Or even better..." he mumbled finishing his sentence halfway, picking up the jacket from the floor. He pushed you down on the bed, grabbing your wrists in his hands, before pushing you back up to the headboard. Then he took the jacket up to your hands, tying one side to the headboard of the King sized bed, and the other end around your hands. "There we go, all tied up and gorgeous for me. Do your wrists burn with my name baby? Do you like how my name is tied onto your skin?" he asked, eyeing how the 'HAMILTON' part of the jacket was tied around your wrist. "I bet you like it don't you? That stinging sensation? I cannot wait to taste you my love, all wet and dripping for me" he continued, moving down to press his lips to your neck. He pushed his tongue out onto your skin, sucking the spot before licking over the spot repeatedly, letting his teeth sink onto a pulse point, shifting in his pants when his cock twitched at the moan that fell from your lips.

He ventured lower and lower, till he reached your chest, taking your nipple into his mouth, licking the sensitive nub, letting his teeth graze your areola. Above him, you were struggling against your bonds, wrists straining against their restraints., desperate to touch him, to feel his skin and his glorious muscles under your hands, but you couldn't, because your hands were bound, literally, "Oh my god please Lew, please let me touch you, please I need to touch you baby" "Not yet princess. You were a bad girl, and bad girls get punished my love. I'm not going to let you even graze my hand, if you don't shut that pretty little mouth of yours, before I do it for you" he growled back, feeling his own arousal grow as you whimpered again. He let his fingers fondle your other nipple, tweaking and pulling before taking it into his mouth too, as you felt the wetness run down your leg, soaking into the bedsheet.

Moaning again, you pressed your thighs together, desperate for some friction to relieve you of the throbbing pain in your core, the amount of arousal you were feeling making you feel like you were drowning in some sort of strong sea current, as Lewis's lips travelled lower, and his breath fanned over your throbbing cunt. "I can't wait to taste you my love" and with that he dived in, giving you almost no time to adjust, as he fucked you with his tongue, and his fingers toyed with your clit, sending you towards your high, before biting the sensitive bud softly "You taste like fucking candy love" "Oh fuck fuck fuck Lewis, I'm gonna -" you managed to gasp out as the gasp turned into scream of frustration when he pulled away. "What the fuck? Why'd you do that?!" you gasped out, chest rising and falling rapidly.

"Because like I told you, bad girls get punished" he replied, shoving his pants down his legs, before leaning over and grabbing a condom, pulling his calvin keins down his thighs, as his cock sprang free, smirking when you moaned at the sight, "Taking a good look baby?" he asked, crawling over to you. "You're just really gorgeous" you replied, straining against the jacket. "I know" he replied, pushing his rings off of his fingers. "No don't. Keep on em. I like em" you said, earning a smirk from the man again. "Want me to fuck you with my rings on? I'd love to" he said, watching as you squirmed again.

"Baby please let me touch you, I want to touch you so bad, please!" you practically begged, tears of frustration filling your eyes. "No baby. I'm going to fuck you with your hands tied and I'm going to mark you up" he replied, sliding the condom on and leaning over you, positioning his cock at your entrance. "Ready baby?" he asked,smiling a little as you nodded, the both of you moaning in sync when he pushed into you, your walls clenching onto his cock, as he settled into you, moaning when he sunk into you bit by bit. He gave you a few seconds to adjust, before he pulled out, making you let out half a moan and look at him questioningly, before he slammed back into you. You weren't expecting that, and a strangled scream left your lips when he filled you to the hilt, before bottoming out in you, hips snapping repeatedly into you, his cock moving inside you.

You moans and groans echoed off the walls, as your hands burned, the desperation in you threatening to drown you again. "oh my god, you feel so good, you fuck me so good, now baby please let me touch you!" you practically screamed, your voice catching when he angled his thrusts so the tip hit your g spot repeatedly. "Okay my love, you deserve it now. My baby desreves to touch me now, doesn't she?" "Yes please, especially when you fuck me this good, almost too good to be true" you stammered out clenching down on his cock again, feeling the slight stutter of his hips as you did. Lewis reached up to untie you, letting the jacket fall to the floor, and moaning when your hands dug into his back, scratching down his back, as he hissed at the feeling, loving the feeling of your nails raking down his back. "Fuck baby, do that again" he growled. "Only if you choke me" you moaned back, feeling him stutter again, and let out a moan.

His eyes widened, not completely used to you being so bold, but loving the wild side you let out. He reached up, wrapping his hand around your neck and squeezing a little, groaning when you let out a choked moan. "Harder" you moaned, feeling his cock twitch in you. "Oh fucking hell baby, I didn't know you liked it rough" he moaned, tightening his grip on your neck, cutting the air off ever so softly, snapping his hips into you faster, as your nails raked down your back even harder, leaving marks that would definitely hurt the next morning.

"That feels so good, oh my god, I love you so much" you gasped out wrapping your hand around his, causing him to squeeze a little harder. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum my love" Lewis moaned, groaning when you moved your hips thrusting up to meet his thrusts. 'Oh fuck" Lewis groaned, before releasing into you ,his finger reaching down to rub your clit repeatedly. Your moans echoed in the room, as he pinched your clit, as you squirted all over his cock.

Panting, Lewis sunk down next to you, chest rising and falling. "That was so good" you gasped out, resting your head on his chest. "Was that too much? Did I hurt you?" he asked, kissing your forehead. "No no I loved it. You should do that more often" you mumbled. Just as Lewis leaned in to kiss you, there was a knock at the door, making the both of you jump apart. "Are the both of you done yet?" a voice asked, making you blush. "Oh my god. We forgot about the guests!" you gasped, making Lewis laugh, as he kissed you softly. "I know which one I'd rather do again" he mumbled, laughing when you kissed him back. "Don't go for round two, atleast let us leave first!" the voice yelled again, as Lewis stood up from the bed to get dressed.

"Oh and by the way, you're wearing that jacket downstairs"

[yslkook]

TiO (8)

mind of mine masterlist

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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[angelguk]

dedicated to the lovely @himboksj​ happy (very late almost criminally late) bday present! so whew... there’s a lot happening in this one! return of jock!jk and his wonderful girl oc now featuring!!: squirting, creampie, oral (fem receiving), mild choking, biting, boobs in face!!, anime tiddy mentions, praise kink galore, multiple orgasms, the use of a vibrator, jaykay is sick actually, over-stimulation, mild spit kink, dommish!jk, (redacted) pet name, mentions (and watching) of porn, everybody is in love and horny, crying cause the dick too good, fingering but not really. 5k of words that should have never left my brain. listen to continuum & nothing without you by tanerelle (kindly check masterlist for the pretty boy drabble mini masterlist if you want to read the rest of this au!)

Jeongguk didn’t mean to go snooping through your things. It was 100% accidental. He just remembered that you kept some athletic tape in your drawers because Jeongguk usually needed to wrap his knee or ankle after practice and you ensured that he always had some near (in case he came crashing at yours instead of going back to his dorm after Coach brutalised him during drills). And, anyway, you were at a point in your relationship where Jeongguk didn’t necessarily feel the need to outright ask you if he could poke around your drawers. Of course, he respected your space, but it’s not like he wasn’t nosy when you were best friends. You were in the shower too, he didn’t want to bang on the door and ask where you kept the tape.

Imagine his surprise when he reached the final drawer in your dresser, idly rummaging around for the blue athletic tape he knows is buried somewhere, and his fingers latch around a silky cloth instead. He knew what it was immediately, the shape a dead give-away. A discreet bullet vibrator, stuffed under your unnecessarily large collection of fluffy winter socks. Perhaps he stopped breathing, the twitch in his loose workout shorts undeniable. He’s not surprised that you own one and yet, his brain can’t fathom you using it. Even now, Jeongguk’s still growing used to seeing you come undone around his length, the feeling of your walls tight on his cock as your mumble his name. It drives him mad. He’s seen you in every kind of state; sobbing hysterically, laughing until tears slip from your pretty eyes, stumbling drunk in the streets, eyebrows furrowed with anger at him, that soft tiny grin you grant him on good days, the pout your lips settle into when you don’t get your way. He never fathomed he’d ever see you in that way, skin flushed with heat, eyes cloudy with ecstasy, your heat pressed against his own. He finds new ways to fall in love with you every day but it reaches new heights when he’s deep inside of you. Maybe he’s mildly obsessed with seeing you unravel, but that’s a secret he keeps to himself.

He does take a peek at your toy though, a soft velvet-like purple vibrator. It’s cute actually, something you would definitely purchase. But then the sound of water hitting the shower tiles slows down and Jeongguk swiftly tucks the toy back into your drawers.

“Oh?” You say when you open the door to him standing stiff in your room. The steam from the shower wraps around your figure in gentle wisps, sunlight filtering in from the window behind you, the image of an innocent angel appearing right before his eyes. “You’re here.”

“Practise ended early,” Jeongguk returns, his gaze trailing the droplets of water that slip down your skin. You smell good, just like that vanilla and peach shower gel that you dearly love. And the towel hiding your body is loose. It’s not his fault that he’s hard in his pants. When he moves to hug you, your face contorts, a downward tug at your lips that Jeongguk longs to change with a kiss.

“I’m wet,” you whine, brushing past him. “Go shower, you always stink after practise.”

He huffs, strong arms catching your fleeing figure and quickly wrapping you into his chest. “No. Don’t want to. I missed you and you can’t even hug me? You’re so mean to me.”

“Guk-” Jeongguk cuts that complaint with his face in your neck, lips colouring your skin rouge with a kiss that intends to leave a mark. “You can’t,” you mumble, but your fingers settle on the nape of his neck, tangling in the growing strands of his hair. “I have to get to work soon.”

“It won’t take long,” Jeongguk returns, feathering kisses across your skin as he nudges you to the bed. “I promise. Let me do this, I’ve missed you, bunny.”

Your towel is discarded somewhere in the amble to your sheets, your thighs wrapped around Jeongguk’s face a second later. He watches your body carefully, teasing your clit with purpose before he allows himself to slip his tongue deep. He notes the twitches in your thighs, the way your buck your hips against his face. He ignores his desire, for the time being, nose buried at the apex of your cunt, tongue covered in your slick, his lips latched on your clit. You like it fast, purposeful sharp flicks that make you squirm until Jeongguk has to pin your hips down, the lave on your heat brutal. His brain can’t help but wonder how you’d behave with your toy grazing your clit and his cock burrowed deep. You’re so sensitive, response to even the softest kiss he lays on your cunt. Would you be wetter than this? You’re already dripping down his face, his mouth glistening with your desire. But he wants to see if you can do more than this, squirm more than this, make a bigger mess than this. The thought surfaces as he feels your body lock, the tension in your limbs drawn high as your hands reach for his. You cum on his face with your fingers intertwined, his name falling from your lips as the afternoon sunlight hits your skin. It’s then and there that Jeongguk decides, with his mouth wet from your release, he’s going to see you squirt one day. For him and him alone.

He waits for the moment to naturally strike, silently scheming wicked thoughts every time you crawl into his sheets. It happens one evening, an empty bottle of wine at the foot of your bed and hentai porn playing brazenly on his laptop screen. Somewhere between downing the bottle and cuddling in his sheets Jeongguk had mentioned an uncanny resemblance between your gigantic chest and the anime boobies he’d grown fond of since his introduction to hentai. You’d immediately dismissed him, whacking him hard on the head and then Jeongguk had to prove it to you, opening his favourite website and pulling up a video that had your jaw-dropping.

“Your boobs do that, you know,” he says. Which grants him a sharp kick to the shin.

“Jeongguk, what is wrong with you?” He can tell you’re not annoyed, but there’s a lilt in your voice that makes him pause, doe eyes flicking to your face. You may be kicking him under the blankets but your eyes are stuck to the video, a distance glaze colouring your gaze. He can tell by the way your thighs draw together that you’re not as averse to this as you pretend to be.

“Turn it off,” you mumble.

“Why? I can tell that you like it.”

“Jeon, I’m not joking.” There’s a glare paired with that sentence, but he reads right through it.

“Fine,” Jeongguk offers, fingers already typing what’s been on his mind since the day he discovered your vibrator.

“What are you—oh.”

There’s a quiet lull. He clicks on a video that’s more familiar to him than he’ll ever willingly admit out loud. It starts the way Jeongguk prefers it to, with a man on his knees, his head buried between the thighs of a girl.

“What are you doing, Guk?” A warning. A question. Jeongguk is not sure what you mean by that and he’s too hesitant to take a look at your face to decipher the tone in your voice just yet. He takes the jump instead, hoping you don’t mind the fantasies of his mind.

“Have you ever squirted?” Somewhere between the exchange of words in Jeongguk's room, the man on his laptop screen slipped two fingers into the girl. It doesn’t help that your boobs are falling right out of your loose camisole, resting right on his bare arm.

“Jeongguk,” you return. “Answer my question.”

“Answer mine first,” he looks at you then, trying hard to read your eyes. There’s no heat in your face, just an innocence that colours your features. Wide eyes, your legs draw together, a hard swallow that he sees in the low lights that illuminate the room.

“No,” you say, bottom lip caught between your teeth. “So why are you showing me squirting porn?”

It’s then that Jeongguk realises he wants to ruin you. As horribly cliché as it sounds, he longs for that. And the urge for it doubles when your gaze falters, flicking quickly for the screen before drifting back to his. The couple is still fucking on his screen, hard quick loud thrusts that travel to the pit in his stomach fast. He’s hard in his briefs, a painful throb ebbing through his length when your hand drops to his chest.

“Guk?”

He shuts the laptop, the moans cut off, a heated silence taking its place. The bed feels too big when he gets up, ignoring the confused look you give him.

The vibrator is exactly where he left it, oddly comforting because it means you don’t use it. You have him after all. But he needs the toy for tonight.

“What? Guk? What’s go—when did you find that?” You’re embarrassed, he knows it from the way you squirm under the blanket. He glances down at it, finger pressing the switch that turns it on. A quick run through shows ten decent vibrators at different levels, it’s rather intense even in his hands, the low buzz that it emits filling the room forbidding before he shuts it off.

“A couple of weeks ago,” he says. You groan, your head dropping into your hands.

“Put it away, Guk! And don’t go through my stuff ever again.”

“Why? I think it’s cute.”

“Cu—what is the point of this, Jeongguk? I don’t get what you’re trying to do?” And there you go, staring at him with those wide ingenuous eyes. So trusting, so clueless. He draws closer then, considers taking his underwear off so you can see just what you do to him. But when your gaze drops he halts. It’s not about him tonight. It’s about you.

The bed dips under the weight of his as he says it, the toy still in his hands. “I want to see if you can squirt.” He sees the way your back stiffens, the raise in your brow.

“I’ve never done that,” you splutter, falling back as Jeongguk crawls over you.

“I know. But you can.”

“I can’t, Guk. I don’t think I can.” Your pretty lips are drawn into a reluctant pout, but there’s a bright curiosity sparking through your gaze that Jeongguk knows all too well.

“See, you don’t think you can. You said that before. And then I made you cum five times in a row.”

“No that was different—”

“We’re just seeing if you can. We don’t have to if you don’t want to but I think it’d be fun to try.”

You pause, trying to ignore the heat blooming between your legs as you weigh the decision before you. There were times when you thought you were about to, an edge in your orgasms that felt dangerous. But your body never let you go there fully, drawing back from your slipped from heights you couldn’t handle. You can tell Jeongguk won’t grant you the same precautions. His eyes a dark, toeing a line that feels forbidding. The covers are gently pulled from you, Jeongguk staying silent as you ponder. But the moment the cool night air hits your skin you know what he’s asking for. It’s a strange level of vulnerability, a bareness that makes your skin prickle. He wants something that you’ve never given anyway else — not even yourself. It’s a lot to ask for and his directness makes you pause. The hesitation crumbles when his hand settles on your thigh, wide warm palm gently nudging your clasped legs apart.

“We really don’t have to, if you don’t want to,” Jeongguk says, honey eyes locked on you. You know he’s being honest; he wouldn’t push it if you said no. And yet, something twists in your stomach. You want this. The realisation is sudden and you don’t know if it’s because of how perfect Jeongguk looks tonight. Chestnut curls a messy halo on his head and his shirt hanging loose from his broad shoulders. Or maybe it’s how he looks at you as if this is the only he’s ever really wanted in the world. As if you’re the only thing he’s ever really wanted.

“I want to—I mean I want to try.” You let yourself fall open then, something clicking as Jeongguk slots right against you perfectly, your sleeping shorts bunching up when his hips roll with intent. His lips land on your neck a moment later, a kiss so soft that you don’t feel it at first, lost in the way he hits your clit when he bucks into you. Jeongguk draws you back with a bite, one sharp enough to leave you gasping, your back arching from the sheets. He lets his hands slip under then, the vibrator momentarily forgotten as he maps your skin, lips feather-light once more, kisses gentle enough to leave you delirious.

“So good to me,” Jeongguk mumbles, eyes drifting to your lips. He draws close then, mouth fitting yours in a dreamlike perfectness. It’s flavoured with wine and want, a clear hunger in how he parts your lips. The hands that grip you are hard but his lips are gentle, savouring the taste of you against his mouth as if he wants to commit it to memory. The softness of the act has your skin tingling, bright and wild yet slow like the turning of the Sun. When you part, the air is different — charged, the current that swims through the atmosphere finding a home in your body as it settles in the depth of your gut. Jeongguk doesn’t give you time to ponder, mouth trailing from the corner of your lips to the hollow of your neck where he bites. It hurts enough to shock your senses, sweeping you back from the heavenly haze to the alarming reality of what he’s about to do to you. Your whimper hits the air as his tongue presses into the mark, painting your skin dark. A pointed reminder. You’d thought Jeongguk would be possessive, but sometimes he surprises you with it. The purposeful touches, the harsh bruises he likes to leave high on your neck. Or anywhere on your body, really. There are times he’d press his fingertips into them when you’re willing enough to let him choke you, the flash in your eyes spurring his hips forward.

For now, he busies himself with breathing a new one to life, one you know he’ll play with tomorrow — or later tonight if you give him the chance. Your brain can’t think that fair, zoning out as his mouth works a claim on your skin. Eager fingertips are drifting down your thighs, brushing past the band of your sleeping shorts. It’s expected that you’re already wet, but Jeongguk delights in his find with a muted moan in your neck. His fingers don’t go further though, grazing light against the damp fabric of your underwear. The swivel of your hips is automatic but Jeongguk quickly stills it with a hard press of his palm into your skin. You’re forced into the mattress, freezing when he finally wanders from your neck to your chest. So slow, wet lips idly trailing until his face lands between your chest.

“Gukkie,” you hadn’t realised how gone you already sounded until you spoke, voice wavering. He hums in response, non-committal, his hands shifting from your hips as he focuses on freeing you from your top so he can get your boobs in his mouth.

“Don’t tease me today.” You’re trying to sound firm, pliantly raising your arms so he can get you bare. But that firmness shrinks when your eyes land on his. So dark in the dwindling moonlight bleeding through your half-open blinds.

“Why?” There’s that smile of his, one corner hung higher than the either. You’ve sunk yourself in a sea brimming with sharks. “You sound cute when you whine, bunny.”

“Jeong — fuck.” There’s no point in protesting when he’s buried himself between your chest, tongue already toying with your nipple. Too many guys before him had misunderstood how to touch you there, but Jeongguk knew — he had learned. Studied your body so that he knows when to nip or kiss, shifting from pain to pleasure until the line blurred and so did your vision, until the only sound filling the room are harsh breaths and the quiet murmur of his name. Your hands eventually stray to his head, the heat in your core demanding attention as you guide him down. Jeongguk complies, not because he doesn’t want to tease you any further, but because he loves tasting you too much to ever say no.

The sight he finds sends an ache down his length, already hard but now leaking into the fabric of his grey sweats. You spread yourself so easily for him, light pink panties coloured dark with your wetness.

“Cute,” Jeongguk whispers, falling naturally into his place between your legs. It wasn’t meant to grace the air, but he’s glad it did when he notes the bashful smile tugging at your lips and how you twist to shift your head into the pillows the closer he gets. Which, honestly, makes him pause. He wants you to watch, needs you to. Something in the base of his brain needing constant affirmation that he’s making you feel good driving his next set of movements.

The hand on your chin is unexpected and adamant. You can’t help but give in, wide-eyed when Jeongguk forces your gaze onto him. “Need you to look bunny, can you do that for me?” The nod you give him is instinctual, heat blossoming in your bones when Jeongguk smiles, satiated and proud. Perhaps you should have put up more of a fight, but how could have known what he would do with only the tender touches he’d lift as your guide. Even the quick kiss he plants on your clothed cunt revealed nothing of what’s to come. So gentle as he pulls he fabric down your hips, discarding it somewhere in the sheets, his eyes never leaving the wetness on your lips.

“My pretty girl,” he says, nipping the inside of your thigh. You squirm at that, futile because Jeongguk just held you closer. “All mine, right bunny?”

“All yours,” you return, voice far and your mind slipping from your hands. Jeongguk apparently takes that to heart because he devours you, nose burrowed in the apex of your cunt, breathing you in as his tongue mapped the velvet of your walls. It doesn’t take long for your legs to wrap around his head, back raising from the bed and the drip of your slick coating your inner thighs. Yet, Jeongguk relishes it, forgoing breathing as he eats you open, toying with your clit as if that was his sole life purpose. You forget the world with a speed that should concern you, thighs trembling with each determined swirl of his tongue over that bud. Again and again, until you spill into his mouth, wet and creamy, creating a mark of your own on his lips. He keeps you there, unrelenting even when your whines hit high and your chest heaves. There’s a ringing in your ears as the high wanes away, which is swiftly placed by a quiet mumbling that sinks into your skin.

“Tastes so good,” Jeongguk murmurs, licking between your folds. “So fucking good.”

“Jeon,” Something twists in your gut when he drops a final kiss onto you as if he was thanking you for letting him do that when you should be the one on your knees thanking him. When he softly drops your leg to the soiled sheets you decide it quickly, already shifting onto your elbows.

“Yes?” Such innocent eyes staring back at you like he didn’t just fuck you open with his tongue.

“I want you too,” you’re already shifting but Jeongguk is quick, fingertips hard on your jaw when he halts you. He knows what that means, reads it in how your gaze drops to the crotch of his pants, wet just like you were. But that’s not what he wants, besides, he’d rather save that for other places.

“No.” When he says that you almost deflate, but then Jeongguk drops his hand from your jaw, swiftly dragging his shirt over his back and off his body. There’s nothing that can suffocate the desire that blooms in your chest. He’s so beautiful, hard lines and warm skin, kissed by the Sun herself. There’s an itch in your palm instantly, and you hastily register that if you don’t touch him you might die. Yet, your eager hands are pinned over your head, wrists wrapped tightly in the grip of one of his wide calloused palms. There’s a brief moment where his attention is caught by the bounce of your chest before you’re suddenly overwhelmed by the fact that you’ve never asked Jeongguk to fuck your tits before. But as you stow that away for later concern, Jeongguk’s other hand drifts to the discarded vibrator, sinister now in his command.

“Don’t want to fuck your mouth, bunny. It’s not about me tonight, it’s about you.”

“But—” Jeongguk swallows that protest with a quick kiss, the taste of you on his tongue igniting a fire that crackles and consumes until you feel nothing but heat and want, all fuelled by your erratic lovesick heart. You kiss until the only thing filling your lungs is him, like a heavy smoke that envelopes you, travelling through your body until you pull away, warm chest flushed against his. There’s a stupid twinkle in his eyes and it makes you feel sick, swaying dangerously when he shifts away. You don’t want him to go, but you don’t move when he gives you that look. The devastating ache dissipates when his pants drop from his hips, hard cock meeting the cool air. The twitch that travels down his length echoes between your walls, eagerly clenching around nothing. Jeongguk just smiles, stripping bare leaving himself vulnerable to your eager eyes. You wait, behaving good because you want to for him and Jeongguk notes this, delivering a pleased slap to your cunt when he pulls you close, one hard enough to jolt through your spine when his palm hits your clit.

“I’m kind of sensitive,” you whisper, shy again. Which is funny because weren’t you begging for his cock down your throat a second ago?

“I know,” Jeongguk returns, uncaring. The vibrator comes to life a moment later, buzzing low through the room. He knocks it up to the second-highest level.

“Jeongguk! Start low then work it up. I can’t take it like that directly, it'll chafe me.” Which is right, your clit is already feeling dry, slick staying solely between your walls. Jeongguk notes that, pausing before sinking two of his fingers deep. You squeak, hips lifting when they brush against that spot in your walls. He works you open deftly, pleased when you grind your hips into his hands, spurred on by the feeling of something finally inside of you. But it’s fleeting, Jeongguk dragging his fingers out and over your clit before raising his fingers to his lips and licking them clean.

“Now it won’t,” he states, and before you can open your mouth and deliver a retort the vibrator is pressing against that bundle of nerves, tremors echoing in your bones as your legs squeeze shut in an attempt to get away. Jeongguk pins them open, cock leaking against your thigh and he rolls the edge of the toy over your clit, before you jolt so hard the sheets shift and he knows exactly where to place it. He works it out of you, praise naturally falling from his petal lips when you give in, eyes shut tight and your heart stuck in your throat. The vibration feeds the heat in your gut, drawing it to the surface of your skin, sweat beading along your forehead and a dampness forming down your spine. It feels both quick and slow, coaxed out of you with steadfastness. Jeongguk’s gaze never strays from your pussy, locked there as he etches this moment into his memory. You look gorgeous, whining and twisting underneath him. He can tell that this is a lot for you, judging from how you bury your face away from him. He would have forced your eyes on him, if he wasn’t already so enthralled by how perfect you look like this, moans low colouring the air bright with their sound. His own want multiples when your body freezes, strung tight, the edge beckoning you over.

He pulls the vibrator off then, depriving you of your release because his brain demands that he feels this one around his length.

“Jeongguk!” You’re on your elbows, eyebrows furrowed together in frustration. “Why-w-why would you do that?” There’s a waver in your tone, a lilt so pretty he can’t help but smile.

“When you squirt you’re doing it on my cock.” He states it like it's final. And it is from how he draws you close, vibrator momentarily lost in the sheets, the head of his length brushing against your wetness.

But what catches your attention is when. A loaded promise. A determined one.

You spread your legs open, shifting until he slips past walls stretching to accommodate his welcoming presence. “Okay then, make me.” You say it with your gaze on his, watching as his eyes glaze over hips already bucking deeper, before your words register in his brain and Jeongguk’s gaze shifts into a dangerous glint.

He tugs you hard, pulling close enough so that he sinks in deep, cunt already moulding to the curves of his cock. “With pleasure.” Those words are warning, painted right into the heat of your skin as he sheathes himself inside of you. The groans in the air belong to both of you melting into one distinctive sound. It’s cut by the lewd squelch of your wetness coating his length, one that settles in Jeongguk’s gut, release already creeping into the corner of his vision. But he holds it back by knocking your legs further apart, mouth returning to the bruise he left earlier, teeth sinking into the sensitive skin. You arch into him, shifting as pain bleeds through your nerves. The motion allows the last inch of him to slip past your walls, spearing you open, before Jeongguk draws himself out and returns with a hard slow thrust. He fucks you deep, right into the bed, the frame creaking with each loud meeting between the two of you. You can’t do anything but cling onto him, eyes fluttering as his cock drives into you, determined with every piston of his hips to see you unravel. And you do, with a sickening quickness, already weak with the remembrance of your past edge. You feel soft underneath him, pressed against his skin like you hope you find a home for yourself there. And Jeongguk provides — lips mapping your skin gently and a pride in his tone that makes you want to do anything for him.

“That’s it, good girl.” You can’t say anything but his name, whining with every drag of his length along your walls. “So good to me,” he whispers, sweet, unlike his unforgiving hips. “Pretty girl and she’s all mine.”

“Yes,” you gasp, wanting this more than ever. “All yours—a-all—hnghhhh—y-yours! Jeongguk, please! P-please, please, please.”

He slows, smiling into your neck. “What bunny? What do you want?”

“Wanna cum, Jeongguk p-please let me cum.” When he moves away you feel your gut drop. The vibrator is flicked back one, humming dangerously. “Guk—” you start; he shushes you with a purposeful thrust.

“You said you wanted to cum. Remember what you promised me, bunny?” You nod, slow, nervous but your need overriding your fear. Jeongguk just smiles, shifts himself a little deeper, and then places the vibrator where you need it most. It’s not instant, but it’s quick and violent, travelling through your bones and Jeongguk rocks himself deep, curls damp on his forehead and his shoulders tense but his body still giving. You match his movements with your own, shuddering the closer you feel it creep, ripping itself right out of your limbs, drawn to the surface with no remorse, your eyes falling shut and hips seizing. The vibration paired with the feeling of Jeongguk fucking you full is intoxicating, and unlike you he doesn’t hesitate, playing with your clit unforgivingly.

You don’t even hear yourself, mouth agape and your back high from the sheets, all you know is heat, burning from the inside out. No air in your lungs as it spills from you, right onto his length, walls drawn tight. It hits his abdomen, leaving his muscles wet and glimmering as the moonlight greets his skin. Jeongguk shuts down, hips moving automatically, the vibrator thrown aside, still buzzing forlornly. He couldn’t give a damn about it, bending your legs back and fucking into you hard as you coat his cock in your wetness. If it was loud before, it’s obscene now. The nails in his back spur him further, a need he’s never felt before consuming him whole. It’s already there, the white of his desire clouding his vision, but his brain suddenly stills.

Jeongguk’s hand on your chin draws you back to Earth, mind nothing but mush as he continues to fuck you open. They’re erratic thrusts, and with them, you slowly release that your cheeks are wet. Jeongguk realises it the same time you do, thumb gingerly brushing the tears falling from your eyes away. There’s a strange new awareness buzzing through your body, like your bones feel new, limbs reformed. But nothing could prepare you for that thumb on your cheek travelling down, grazing your lips until they fall open. He slips it past, lets you flick your tongue against it, before demanding. “Open.”

And you do, because what wouldn’t you do for him.

“Can I?” He questions, and somehow you know what he is asking. Another claim. Something else you’ve given nobody but him.

“Yes.”

There’s a fall in his shoulders as if he was afraid you would deny him. But how could you ever? His thumb leaves your lips, hand drifting until it settles on your neck, pressing firmly but not tight. And then his own lips part, hips unwavering, for what he sends down your throat. You swallow, oddly thrilled by it while Jeongguk watches silently, almost in marvel. It does something to you, the way he stares, like he cannot believe you’re his. And you feel that sentiment in how he kisses you next, desperate, pleading, thankful. You return it, tongue soft against his as you feel his back draw taut, a low groan spilling down your throat when Jeongguk finally snaps, euphoria bleeding through his brain. You feel it hit your walls, warm and wet, painting you white, a strange satisfaction settling through your body.

When he eventually rolls over, quiet like he’s still recovering, you can’t help but squeeze your thighs together, an attempt to keep his love locked in. His hand cups your own, guiding you back into reality with a gentle squeeze.

The still buzzing vibrator is what you hear first, followed by the joint panting of your lungs. You move to grab it, hoping to hide the revelation in your eyes by glaring at him. Jeongguk is still too lost to care, face flushed a vibrant rouge.

“Turn this stupid thing off,” you mutter, legs still stuck, fused to the bed from the shock of your orgasm. Jeongguk snatches it up, waving it through the air as he turns it off, before giving it a fond kiss.

“Gross,” you comment, smacking his hard chest.

“No,” Jeongguk returns, dropping it. He plants a ginger kiss on your forehead. “I quite like it actually, we should order another one. Do you think they do vibrating panties?”

You hit him again, rolling over until your leg swings over his. He keeps looking at you like that, and it keeps clawing right through your heart. “You’re so sick and evil,” you say instead of the annoying comments that flutter in your delirious brain. You want to call him pretty, beautiful, perfect, maybe the best thing you’ve ever had. But you can’t let Jeongguk know he has all that power over you — not when already made you squirt and spat down your throat in one sitting. “Can you clean me up? I’m getting sticky.”

Jeongguk stills like he’s suddenly remembering what he just did, where he just came. And then you feel the rise of his chest, gaze flicking up to meet his. Bright and full of something akin to adoration, before he blinks it away.

“Give me a moment, I think I just saw God.”

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Welcome To The Family (6/???)

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Yandere EraserMic household x reader

Fun fact- Tadao was a sudden decision I made up on the spot after chapter 3 and wasn’t expecting to really make him a character other than a mentioned person with a mold/fungus quirk. I did though, and already love him as an OC more than I should. Oops. 

It might be a long while before the next chapter. I think I may have drained myself a bit from focusing on this story so much. 

Warnings- swearing, slight coercion I think? Not really sure but better safe than sorry. 

I promise the darker stuff is coming soon. 

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I wake up to someone calling me. Hitoshi? Why is he calling me at… 9 in the morning? Come on dude, I want to sleep more for dinner tonight. My fault for hanging out with Tadao a bit later last night than usual. He’s started walking with me to our apartment for the past few days. I wonder why we haven’t hung out until now. Meanwhile, Ryo and I seemed to drift apart. They refuse to even look at me now when I saw them last night. 

Ugh, might as well answer it. “Hey, Hitoshi. You need something?” I tiredly slur from just waking up. 

“Sorry for waking you…” Apologized the familiar voice of Eri. Wait, Eri? Why does she have Hitoshi’s phone? The wonder why she has his phone wakes me up a bit more. 

“Oh, hey, Eri. Is something wrong?” A slight panic enters me in the possibility something bad could have happened to one of the guys. “Wait, is everyone okay?” 

“We’re good. Just wanted to talk a bit with you before tonight.” Pipes up the familiar voice of Hitoshi in the background. 

Relief floods me. “That’s good. What about?” 

“Our dads!” Eri cheerfully informs. 

My eyes narrow in confusion. “What about them?” 

“What do you think of them?” Hitoshi asks. Huh? Why does this need to be talked about now? Maybe because more likely than not the two adults are asleep, and won’t hear the conversation? 

I’m too tired to be filtered right now, so whatever comes to mind is whatever is going to be said. “They’re… An interesting two, to say the least. Hizashi seems like someone I can rely on to cheer me up pretty easily if I’m ever down, and after that day Shouta was sick, I realize Shouta’s secretly a lot more caring than he lets on. Still wouldn’t want to pi- anger him.” Ugh, it’s too early. I nearly just swore with Eri there! Well, saying “piss him off” wouldn’t have been that bad, but she needs to keep that innocence at least for a while yet. 

Hitoshi laughs, probably catching on with what I almost said. “Seen it first-hand with his class. Can’t say I recommend it either.”

“What about looks?” Eri suddenly asks, catching me off-guard. What do their looks have to do with anything? They’re also a married couple, so whatever I think is invalid anyways. 

“Well, had this weird thought of wondering what Hizashi would look like with his hair fully down when we went to the festival, but that’s really not something that I need to tell him. It’s something I probably shouldn’t be wondering in the first place.”

“What’s the problem in wondering that? It’s just hair.” 

“Says the one who always looks like he stuck his head out a car window and hair decided to stay that way.” 

“Can’t argue with that.” 

I go back onto the topic. “Otherwise, I’m not really sure what to talk about with them. It’s their choices of what they wear. Though it IS pretty funny imagining Hizashi forcing Shouta to wear something he normally wouldn’t.”

“It’s happened more than once before.” 

I tiredly let out a laugh. “I believe it.”  

“Daddy made him wear a dress!” 

An almost inhuman sound comes out of me at the thought of Shouta deeply frowning with a strapless hot pink dress forced onto him, and the only reason he does it is Hizashi would probably keep pestering him otherwise. 

“Maybe sometime we could get him to do it again with you here. It’s quite a thing to see.” 

“Oh, really? How did he not kill you for laughing?”

“He almost did,” he replies jokingly. 

“If he tries to attack me when I’m there, you’re taking the blow.” I joke back. 

He goes silent for a moment. “He wouldn’t dare. If he did, he’d have an angry little girl scolding him.”

“Toooshiiii!”

“What? You know I’m right.” 

“Hmph.” 

“Anyway, want to tell them what you’ll wear?”

“No! It’s a surprise!”

“Right back at you two,” I inform the slightly bickering duo.

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We both hung up after a bit more of talking about tonight. I could swear there was someone talking in the background for a second, but I brushed it off as the T.V. Eri was probably watching something earlier and forgot to lower the volume. 

After playing on my computer for a while since it’s close to my bed, I decided to just get up and get ready. There are not many fancy things I have, so it’s quite limited on what to wear. Hopefully, they don’t mind if it’s a bit more casual than fancy. There’s plenty of time to shop for something, but I’m honestly too lazy to go anywhere. Just something of my favorite color and slightly more fancy than my daily clothes should work. 

I have to dig much deeper into my closet to find said clothing from not wearing it too often. 

One of my favorite color is grabbed. Nope, that’s not it. 

I move a few more. Wait, there it is! I move a few more pieces of clothing and grab it, pulling it out. Hopefully, it still fits. Welp, time to try. I take off my pajamas. 

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Like a glove. Perfect! 

Just to make sure there are no new forgotten holes or something, I look at myself in my body mirror. Huh, I actually look pretty good in this! I might have to wear it more often. Something feels like it’s missing though. Maybe a ring or something would help? 

I look over to the select few rings I have, including the forgotten one Ryo gave me. My heart slightly twinges at remembering they gave it as a best friends type of ring years ago. A ring with real blue topaz fitting my middle finger. 

Might as well wear it. I slip it on and decide to leave my room, though they won’t be here for a while yet. Maybe Tadao will be around. 

My body instinctively starts looking around for the familiar- oh, not again. Does he LIKE sleeping on the floor in the hall or something? I walk up to his sleeping form. I gently nudge him to move with my foot. 

He groans, and curls his head deeper onto his arm, also bringing his legs up so he’s a ball. “Come on dude, I know your quirk is related to mold and all, but you’re not supposed to BECOME it.” 

“I am one with the floor… I shall be the floor…” He mumbles, probably sleep talking.  

I nudge him harder, making him open his eyes to look up at me. “Heyyy Y/N. What time is it?” He sluggishly asks. 

I check my phone. “Already half-past noon.” 

That got his attention. Both of his eyes snapped open as he shot to sit up. He grabs his rather cracked phone and looks at it. There are a few messages on the screen without him unlocking it. They’re impossible to read as he seems frantic after looking at them. “Already!? Man, I gotta get ready! I’ll be late for work!” 

I don’t even get the chance to ask him anything since he gets to his feet and sprints off past my door, probably to his. 

Glancing at Ryo’s door, the thought of checking on them arises. No, they’re deciding on acting out like this. Crawling to them could only continue this childish way again at some point. Ugh, what to do now though? It will be boring to just sit around for the next few hours. The park could be good for a few hours. 

The villains around though? Nah. Welp, more computer time.

Familiar brown hair in the corner of my eye catches my attention before returning to my door. It’s the woman that glared at me with Hizashi at the studio. What’s she doing around here? Never saw her around before, and she doesn’t exactly strike me as the type to like parties. Funny if she’s attracted to Hizashi like he told me. 

She keeps her glare on me as she… Knocks on Ryo’s door? Oh hell no. There’s no way Ryo is hanging out with someone like that. I’m proven wrong though as Ryo opens the door and pulls them in without looking at me. 

I- What? What’s going on lately?

Also, okay, what the ever-loving fuck Ryo!? 

Calm down, give them the benefit of the doubt. Maybe the woman hasn’t told Ryo anything about my work, and maybe it can just be a sudden meeting they did at one point, and it’s an opposites attract type of friendship. After all, I haven’t really been around. They were bound to try to find someone else to hang out with I suppose. Should this be a concern to bring up with Hizashi and Shouta though? 

I stand there still staring at Ryo’s door and blink confusedly. They couldn’t have found anyone better to hang out with? Even a villain would have been better than her in my opinion. Sure, more trouble from me being around two- basically three- heroes could arise, but I’d be willing to keep that kind of secret for them. But this? This gives me a bad feeling.

What if she’s the reason Ryo is acting so odd? 

Next Sunday will be the day to get some answers from them. If they will talk to me, that is. 

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Time seems to slip by while being on my computer. My phone notifies me of a text message. I look at it to see it’s from Hizashi. 

“Hitoshi’s coming in to get ya! We’re waiting!” My eyes widen noticing it’s already past six at night. 

I try to text him ASAP to not let Hitoshi come in. They won’t be happy with my living place. “That will be fine, call him off. I’ll be out shortly.” 

“Too late! Sorry!” 

I sigh. He doesn’t even know which one mine is! I put my computer away and quickly left. Looking left and right, there’s familiar purple hair far down on the right. Obviously, it’s Hitoshi. He is staring with great disgust at the peeling walls and ripped-up flooring.  Oh boy, it’s probably a disaster with what is about to happen in the vehicle now. 

The hallway is rather dimly lit now, making it slightly hard to see, but it’s easy to tell he’s wearing a suit matching his eye color. I’m feeling pretty underdressed now. 

“Hey, Hitoshi. You could have waited outside. Uh… You probably should have no offense.” 

He glares at a piece of wall that falls off onto the floor. “How do you live in this?” 

I shrug. “Eh, you get used to it,” I noticed his frustrated expression. He’s about to ask me why I don’t move or something since I clearly could with my pay. “And before you say anything, I rather like it here. It’s where a lot of my closest friends are.”   

His eyes narrow at me. “You could still visit instead of living here.” 

Someone jumps upstairs, making the place shake, and a piece of the ceiling on this level chips off and falls next to the wall piece on the floor. 

“That’s new,” I comment. It’s true, the ceiling has never fallen before. Makes me wonder when this whole building is going to collapse. Bit worried for my friends here now.

Hitoshi looks at me like I just told him the world is going to end tomorrow. 

I start walking to the exit, having Hitoshi follow behind me too closely for my taste. Makes sense if he’s doing it for my protection, but he obviously doesn’t know these people as I do. He almost could be felt against my back. “You mind standing back a bit? You’re rather close.”

He does, but just barely. 

It doesn't take long for us to get to the vehicle. Just like before, I get in the center and hug Eri. The slight light in the car makes it hard to see her dress, but I'm pretty sure it's a bright silverish blue. The light wasn't on long enough to notice the two up front. 

They do seem to notice Hitoshi in a slightly on edge type of way. For the moment the light was on. 

"What's wrong, little hypno-man?" 

"Their apartment is not fitting to live in."

"What?" Hizashi's tone almost drastically changes. I'm glad I can't see them right now. I focus on the scenery past Hitoshi to try ignoring the growing unease of him whistleblowing to them. 

"It's falling apart. A part of the wall fell to the floor. The inside is much worse than the outside." 

"Why are you still living there? You can easily move with the money we give you." Shouta pipes up. 

"Because I like living there. It's a walking distance from your place, and all my friends are there."

"You could visit them some other time if you moved. We'd pay a bus for you if needed." 

"Exactly! Or I could drive ya to our place! It wouldn't be a problem, and it would give me a little somethin' to do while the grump wakes up in the morning!" 

I don't feel comfortable at the thought of having to rely on them like that. They're already so busy themselves, it really wouldn't be fair to them despite what they say. 

“Uh… no. Thanks for the offer, but my place is good for now.”

The air is rather tense, telling me that they want to push more on the subject, but decide not to for now. 

I decided to bring up what happened earlier.  “Remember that bad woman from before?”

“You mean Chiyo?” Shouta spits her name with such hate, someone would think he’d murder her if he could. Hizashi must have told him about our meeting in his studio. Wait, Isn’t that a first name?

As if reading my mind, Hizashi answers for Shouta. “She doesn’t deserve the respect of last name. What about her?” 

“I discovered today she might be hanging out with one of my closest friends that doesn’t seem to be too happy with me lately. Isn’t it a bit of a concern she might tell them that I babysit for you guys?” 

“That’s confidential information. Like it was said to you before you started, you can’t tell anyone our identities. They can get into serious trouble if they do, and they signed a contract accepting they wouldn’t.” Shouta replies. 

“That’s good to know.” I say, sounding relieved. They could be told how Ryo thinks they’re bad parents for me babysitting so often, but that’s something that probably doesn’t need to be brought up. Especially if she can’t tell Ryo about it. 

Hizashi pulls up and parks in front of the restaurant we must be dining in. wait- fuck, I’ve heard of this place. It’s one of the most expensive restaurants around here! We exit and enter the restaurant. The first thing I noticed was how well-dressed the two men were. Shouta was wearing a navy blue suit, white undershirt, and a light brown tie. Oddly, he’s also wearing glasses. When did he need glasses? 

Hizashi was wearing a cream-colored suit with a dark grey undershirt and a tie matching his eye color. Looking at the four of them and the others around, I am… severely underdressed. Doesn’t feel much better with everyone that stares at me from their tables for a moment. 

Wait- Hizashi’s. Hair. Is. Fully. Down. I whip my head towards Hitoshi and glare in betrayal. 

He notices with a smirk, and puts his hands in front of himself in mock-defense. “Don’t look at me. He was there then, just didn’t speak.” 

My eyes narrow. “So it really WASN’T the T.V.” Seriously though!? That’s so embarrassing! He must have heard everything! 

Him and Hizashi chuckle at me, making me feel worse.

A woman comes up from the counter. “Please tell me the name of your reservation.” 

“The Aizawa’s.” Um… I’m not exactly a part of this family? Well, it does make sense though I guess just to do a last name. Hizashi smirks at Shouta while he glares in return. 

“Right this way please.” She starts to lead the five of us to a table farther in the back. The enormous chandeliers overhead from the really tall ceiling are slightly intimidating if I’m to be honest. Each crystal is taller than Hizashi from the top of his hair in his hero costume to his feet. 

The white and gold walls of the place give a surprisingly calming type of effect. It’s rather cool in here as well. Probably to help combat the ones who wear layers of clothes to be more fancy or something.  

“You couldn’t have chosen anything else?” Shouta hisses quietly enough for the woman not to hear, but I’m close enough that I can. I’m right between them from behind while Hitoshi and Eri are behind me. I can swear Hitoshi keeps trying to nudge me forward closer to them. 

“Aw, don’t worry ‘bout it babe! Besides, you and I both know you’re known much less than me! This way they won’t know us!” He leans even closer to Shouta. “And don’t deny it, you know you like the thought of me bein’ called an Aizawa~” 

I can see red start to cover the side of Shouta’s face even though he tries his best to hide and prevent it. Ha! Now he’s the one to be embarrassed! 

I let out a chuckle, making Hizashi turn and give me a toothy grin. 

We get to a table with booth seats. The color of them is surprisingly similar to Eri’s dress. 

I go to sit with Hitoshi and Eri, but like before, Hizashi grabs my wrist and has me sit between him and Shouta. Why do you keep doing this to me dude!? Shouta is on my right by the wall with Hizashi on my left by the opening. 

Eri is sitting by the wall with Hitoshi by the opening in front of us. I didn’t notice before, but her dress has some candy apple red jewels the shape of diamonds, adorning the dress even more than it already was. Must be new since it’s never been seen by me before.  

… I don’t like the closeness of the two men beside me again. Saying it is uncomfortable is an understatement. A difference than before is the heat of their thighs radiating through their pants onto mine. 

The woman hands us menus. “Someone will be here to take your orders shortly.” 

I try to brush them off while looking at the menu. 

“Hey Y/N, are ya datin’ anyone?” 

“Maybe.” They don’t need to know I’m not. 

“That’s a yes or no question.” Shouta states with slight annoyance. He must have forgotten I told him I’m not the day he was sick.  

“They better not be a villain. We’d hate to have to do something to you and them. Better be honest, you’re not looking the best right now.” Hitoshi accuses. 

What the heck Hitoshi!? You’re just going to turn on me like this!? Why I ought to come over there and smack the back of your head myself! 

My saving grace as the waiter comes- Tadao!? This is where he works!? He comes up to our table with a notepad in front of him. "Hello, I’m Ito, and I’ll be your waiter for tonight. What can I get you started with?” 

“Tadao, you work here?” 

His head snaps up from the notepad, and looks at me. “Oh hey, Y/N!” His face becomes a smirk. “What happened to calling me glowstick?” 

“Well, you’re not really glowing right now in this light, are you?”

“Ha, you got me there.” 

The three men look between us with some look I don’t really understand. 

“Ya know each other?” 

“You could say we’re close.” Tadao informs. They grow rather deep frowns at the news.

He clears his throat and brings his notepad up. “What drinks could I start you guys with?” We each tell him our drinks and he writes them down. “All right, drinks coming right up!” He leaves to go get them. 

“He’s one of the reasons I don’t move out of my apartment. Especially now. We’ve become really close recently.” 

“You should stay away from him. He seems like bad news.” Hitoshi informs. 

??? huh? “Why, do you know he has a villain record or something?” 

“He could be using you. Stay away from him or we might have to make sure he doesn’t do anything.” 

Okay, THAT pisses me off. “First of all, you guys can’t tell me who I can and can’t hang out with outside of babysitting hours. Second of all, I’d really appreciate it if you guys could be less judging of him, because he has never done anything even slightly villainous whenever we met.” My slightly edged tone makes them back off the topic. I wanted to add third of all being he walks with me at night to our apartment place, but that seems like a bad idea if their reaction is this so far. 

It grows awkwardly silent between us all for a moment. Maybe I should have kept the others to myself too, but damn it, they need to have more respect for my decisions they were never a part of, and have no need to be a part of. 

Tadao comes with our drinks. He places them down, and Hizashi immediately takes a big drink of his.

“Here you guys go, and one drink for one special person.” He jokingly winks at me. 

I roll my eyes in response. “Sometimes I truly wonder if I hate you.” I tease.

He rolls his eyes in return. “Admit it, you know you love me.”

Hizashi chokes on his drink. I don’t help him from still being a bit upset. He should be fine anyways after a bit. 

He does, and is able to manage keeping his quirk down as well. 

“Do I?” I question teasingly. 

The three men glare at him. Sheesh, what’s their problem? 

He seems rather uncomfortable by it and leaves in a rush immediately after taking our orders. After I almost had a heart attack from the beyond insane prices, of course. Even the cheapest thing is over half the money I’m given a day for babysitting. 

I’m getting pretty upset with these guys right now. Starting to wonder if they got hit with some odd quirk again or something. 

That calms me down a bit since it would kind of make sense that’s why they’re acting odd. How long will it last though? Better not be long. I don’t know if I can handle them like this without losing my mind. 

“Hey, Y/N. We have something for you,” Hitoshi pipes up, and nods towards Hizashi. 

“Right!” He reaches into one of his pockets and pulls out a… necklace? It has my favorite type of jewel in it, encased behind and around the edges with what looks like real gold. A different shine is on it, like something is covering the gold to prevent it from easily being destroyed by weather or wear. The shape is in a rather large teardrop. It looks custom-made as well. Never seen anything even close to what this looks like before. 

“It’s a gift!” Eri cheerfully chimes in.

“That she helped us pick for you.” Shouta informs. 

Please don’t tell me it’s authentic. It looks real though. I can’t even begin to imagine the price of what it must have cost to create it if it is real. “I’m sorry, but I can’t accept this! It feels too much like I’m just using you guys if I do!” 

The three of them frown. Even Eri seems a bit disappointed. 

Eri asking me my favorite jewel kind of makes sense now, but why would they want to give this to me? 

“C’mon, let’s put it on ya!” He hands it over to Hitoshi and stands up, pulling me to stand up with him. Hitoshi stands as well. 

“Did you guys not hear me? I- I can’t accept it!” 

Hizashi shakes his head. “Don’t be so worried, dear little lovesong! We want you to have it! Ya can’t just say no, we spent too much for it to go to waste now!” 

Hitoshi goes behind me with the necklace and is able to put it on while I’m still rather reluctant to accept such a gift.

Eri’s eyes almost seem to sparkle when the clasp gets shut on it. “You look amazing!”  

I freeze in my tracks to notice everyone is staring at us yet again. This time with slightly different reactions. A couple of them seem to be with envy, making me want to shrivel up and hide in a hole, and others seem to be appreciative I have something more expensive than my clothes now or something.  

At least Shouta seems to give me mercy by pulling me back down in the booth and glaring at them all in such a way that they all stop staring. I’m feeling a bit like a ragdoll at this point. 

Hitoshi joins him, making sure they truly stop. The glare combined of those two could probably curdle the blood of All Might himself. 

The restaurant seems to grow quiet between all of us. 

I decide to escape by using the bathroom. Hizashi didn’t have time to sit back down before it was necessary. “Stay here, it won’t take me long.” They still seem reluctant to let me go alone. 

Getting to the bathrooms, I didn’t have to go, just wanted to get out of the stares and whispers for a little bit. Despite the men’s glares, of course there was still going to be gossip of someone in here who looks so out of place. 

“Hey, Y/N, be careful around them, alright? They’re pretty strange.” Pipes up the familiar voice of Tadao behind me. 

I play dumb. He probably shouldn’t know I know they must have been hit with some kind of quirk. “How do you know? They could just be being cautious since their children are with.”

“I admit, I did watch you a bit at the festival. More so the men you were with when they came. Something about them isn’t... “ He seems to be struggling with figuring out how to explain it. “It’s wrong. I just can’t quite put my finger on what it is. Again, just be careful, alright?” 

I just nod and enter the bathroom. 

A bit after cooling off, I go back to the dinner table, them all still waiting and chatting about school. Well, Shouta being nearly silent as usual. Hizashi quickly stands up to let me sit between them again. Ugh, I really don’t want to. 

Yet I do, just to be kind. The least I can do is sit through this since they went through the effort of such a gift, even though to me it seems highly unnecessary. 

Tadao comes with our food not much later with a secret frown on his face. He’s smiling, but I’ve learned him well enough by now it’s worry he has instead of a cheerful personality. It slightly drops to reveal his true emotions when he notices the guys glaring at him yet again. He doesn’t say a word, just drops all of the food off and leaves. 

This feels like a really ruined dinner, even though this food is incredibly good. The atmosphere has definitely become shit. I seem to be the only one to notice. Hizashi looks over towards me and gives me another grin, not giving much comfort. What’s worse is every time I stop for a moment and rest my hand on my lap, Shouta seems to try to grab it. It led me to just keeping the utensil for my dinner in my hand. 

I’ll have to apologize to Tadao for their behavior tomorrow. Easier said than done since I still can’t exactly tell him who they are. Cursed contract. 

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Double fun fact- Did you know slapping someone’s back if they’re choking is actually worse than letting them try to get it out themselves, especially if it’s food? The food can actually get lodged deeper in their throat at the impact. Huh, First Aid is quite interesting.