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THE SHIRT HAS ARRIVED
#rave ramblees#akudama drive#IT'S SO PRETTY#I really think this is a great t shirt design#though I don't know if this was marketed to Americans or something#but this Medium feels like an XXL#I don't mind a slightly loose shirt though#and it's cotton so it's really goddamn cozy#crying because my mom is gonna ask wtf is on my shirt so I can't wear it until school starts again#still wish I could've got this for free with the gift card but tbh. the €26 is worth it for Him#... it feels like I'm inside him ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
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Dominating jungwoo.
That cute face has to look good in tears right??
Crybaby - K.JW
Genre: Smut hehe | Wc: 560 | AFAB!Reader
Contains: sub bff!Jungwoo x dom!Reader, kind of established relationship?, pegging, choking, Jungwoo wears collar, degradation (just a teensy weensy bit just for the drama ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)), lowkey voyeurism and exhibition, petnames, mommy kink, dacryphilia, mirror sex
A/N: A short one... a quickie if you will mwhehehehe (。•̀ᴗ-), hope u enjoyed this one, anon~! Luvlots ♡
[Now playing: Tinnitus — TXT]
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Dim lights and a can of unfinished coke. You tied your hair up as you pushed your best friend to the bed, as this only pushed him deep into subspace.
You always knew he had a thing for dominant women, just like every time you order something at a restaurant, he gets what you get. But every time you get suspicious of him being this submissive, he would know it—he could feel the tension of your suspicions, and as an attempt to cover it up, he would always just change the topic of your conversation.
But this time would be different.
All secrets are out now.
"H-Hey! What was that for?" he softly hissed as he rubbed his elbows. "Take off your pants."
Jungwoo can't help but complain, but he complies anyway. "What are you doing?" He tries to cover his bulge, but every time he does, you just swat it off. "You were never this shy when you were jacking yourself off my bed earlier, no?" His heart skipped a beat, you know.
"Going off on my pillow, moaning my name while the door is barely closed. What a perfect recipe for disaster, now I'm sure you're trying to be caught," you giggled as he swallowed his spit. "It's ok, baby, come on and go on all fours for me.".
"Yes, Mommy," he obeys as you smile at your new nickname, Mommy. You quickly turned to your closet to get your strap on, a bottle of half-used lube, and the one that caught Jungwoo's eye the most, the light pink collar on your hands. "Is that for me, mommy? You smiled and nodded.
You clasped the collar around his neck while attaching the chain leash to the back of it. He looked so dainty and pretty; the pink complimented his copper-colored hair. You lubed up your silicone dick and started pounding him while slightly tugging his leash.
"M-Mommy, faster, please! I love this," he pleaded as you pounded him faster and harder. "God, baby, I could feel you clenching on my strap," you replied with your fingers tracing his spine. "You like this, don't you, you silly little slut? Moaning my name while playing with your cock?"
Jungwoo gulped from the overstimulation; he feels so embarrassed that you caught him. Now all he can do is cry pathetically as if that's gonna do something. He's getting fucked stupidly; he's getting fucked by his best friend until he can't think anymore. "You didn't even bother closing the damn door," you tutted as you jerked him off as you kept pounding him from behind. "Cute little puppy~" you cooed.
He looked at the mirror in front of him to see him getting ruined, tears staining his beautiful rosy cheeks. All of it was overstimulating him; the fact that he got caught, his best friend fucking him, the way your strap was rammed inside him, the coldness of the chains touching his skin, the way the collar hugged his neck. It drove him nuts and made his vision and memory all blurry.
You lifted his chin so he could look at himself; you found him drooling and with eyes that were oh-so glossy from crying. You'd be lying if you told yourself this wasn't the best view you've ever seen in your life. "It's gonna be a long night, Jungwoo... Long night"
© applesooyoung
#sub!jungwoo#sub!nct#sub!nct127#sub!nct dream#kpop#kpop smut#sub!idol#sub!taeyong#sub!mark#sub!doyoung#sub!haechan#sub!taeil#sub!yuta#sub!jaehyun#sub!johnny#nct#nct u#nct 127#nct dream#nct wish#applesooyoung#from nana's mail box! 📮#nana is typing! 💬
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*whisper* I dare you to write a smut fic about Foxie~
̶I̶'̶m̶ ̶j̶u̶s̶t̶ ̶m̶a̶k̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶t̶h̶i̶s̶ ̶a̶ ̶j̶o̶k̶e̶ ̶n̶o̶w̶
You know what I start to enjoy writing on Tumblr more now
Achievement Through Appetite
Miles Prower x Reader
Suggestive Oneshot
Character + Artwork by Kayla Green
Author's note: ( ͡o ͜ʖ ͡o) You knew exactly what you were doing requesting my husband in here.
Miles[Operation Crimson]/Reader [Romantic Tendencies]
[Gender-neutral Darling|Female Darling|Male Darling]
Potential ⚠️TWs⚠️ :
!Female Reader! • The reader works for Miles in this • Suggestive fic/Situation that would eventually lead to NSFW • Touch starved Miles •
Miles groaned out his frustrations as his claws dug into his paperwork, not getting it to work. Tearing apart all of the papers he had been working on in defeat, ripping them to shreds. Emotions he wouldn't dare to show outside of the comfort of his own home. He was supposed to be composed and cunning, not... this..! Miles had been feeling unimaginably overwhelmed for quite a while now, and he is really not so sure why. His days hadn't been any different than his usual schedule. Working on his plans inside of his workshop, isolating himself from Sonic and the bunch due to how busy he was. But he couldn't shrug off this nagging and hollow feeling he felt.
“Taking your anger out on the papers isn't going to solve the problem, you know?” a soothing voice from behind him murmured, catching his attention as one of his ears twitched in acknowledgement. Miles sighed, he never enjoyed taking the advice of others... but he couldn't even find an excuse to back up his argument this time. Already feeling the guilt building up in the back of his head for tearing up the very work he's been working on for hours.
Swallowing his frustrations and sour mood, he turned around in his chair, facing the female behind him as he readjusted his position to a more casual posture and facial features falling back to a poker face. Miles gave you a glance with a blank look on his face, but he noticeably struggled keeping in his discontent for the way he felt. Your eyes just gazed back at his with a gentle yet empathetic look, a small smile that attempted to not falter by seeing him in this depressive state
“Seems like I've cooked up a meal at just the right time” you softly chuckled as you placed your free hand on your hips, raising an eyebrow as you showed off the tray with distinct foods with your left. A cup of tea on the corner while you kept the tray stable like a pro, not spilling a singular crumb.
“No coffee for you~ I'm not trying to make you even more bitter than you already operate as” you spoke with a joking tone, sending him a singular wink as you made your way over to him. And despite Miles’ noticeably bad mood, his eyes couldn't help but soften a little as you took your opportunity to send that playful remark towards him, despite you obviously just being thoughtful and remembering his loathing towards coffee. A tiny smirk of amusement began to pull at his lips as he let out a small huff, much to your joy.
“You never fail to amuse me, Miss _____” he hummed, as your appearance clearly improved his low spirits. And he couldn't help but feel his heart flutter a little while you laughed in anticipation. Glancing down at the tray of food you carefully placed in front of him, he felt a sense of genuine gratitude towards you. Many of those who worked for him would peace out and not look back as soon as the time of their shift ended, but you usually stuck around for a little longer. Making sure he was well fed every night before eventually taking your leave. And attempting to partially prevent the fox from overworking himself like he usually does. He's been known to be quite a busy worker after all ...and besides, you just felt this importance to look after him, especially since he oftentimes failed to do so himself. A sincere bond had been formed as soon as you received the job at his mansion, one that you both seem to value.
A lot.
“What's up with all the rush and impatience? There's nothing wrong with taking a break every now and then, you workaholic” you murmured with concern and a small scold, but the maternal love could be felt from a mile away. As you spoke, you placed both of your hands on each of his shoulders, your finger pads slightly pressing into his body as you did just that. Something that made Miles feel a rush of warmth through his body, making some of his fur stand up in alert.
Miles would be lying if he said that his feelings for you haven't been ... developing over time. It felt so wrong at first to enjoy your subordinate in such a passionate and perhaps even romantic sense, but he just couldn't help himself. Your caring and motherly nature pulled at his heartstrings more than any date could. And though he kept himself under control and tried to dismiss any feelings he deemed as inappropriate, he felt himself in a trance right now. He did not want you to leave yet
So as soon as you turned around and were ready to leave for the door, allowing him to enjoy his meal by himself, he instead grabbed you by the wrist with a gentle grasp. Catching you slightly off guard as he held you back. “no...don't leave yet” he requested with an assertive and slightly commending tone, but there was noticeably a hint of hesitance in it. Miles clearly felt more vulnerable than usual and that wasn't to be taken lightly. You sweetly smiled at him as you allowed him to continue grasping onto your arm, which he was pretty much just clinging to right about now.
You tilted your head to the side innocently, humming out a ‘mhm?’ in question as you wondered what he might need. Though due to Miles’ uncertainty on his face and hesitation with his movements, you decided to try and ease him into talking. As you placed your soft hand on top of his for comfort, he couldn't help but blush ever so slightly at the contact, his gaze drifting down to how you placed your hand onto his... like a perfect fit. But it were your next words that prevented him from chickening out, his heart skipping a beat when you tried to reassure him.
“Hey ...It's alright. Okay? Take your time, Miles. I truly don't mind staying longer for the night if you'd like somebody to keep you company”
And that was the moment that his control and will to keep to himself just broke. He was a goner. You got him. You won. His closed off walls just disappeared. Taking a deep exhale through his nose before Miles grabbed you by the collar, pulling you in for a deep kiss. Making you gasp out as he suddenly pressed his lips onto yours. He was not letting go of your frame. You just... he felt this need for you now. As if you were an oxygen tank, and he was on the verge of drowning.
Though surprised by the sudden gesture, you couldn't help but melt into it. His lips so soft and sensual, so careful... Leaving not only you, but him even more breathless as soon as he pulled back, looking at you with dazed, half lid eyes. Before closing them and leaning into you, feeling further at peace with himself more than he ever has. You felt his forehead touch against your own, and he actually enjoyed it. He didn't even care about all the "cheesy feelings" anymore. He wasn't even trying to deny it, he absolutely loved all of it... He wanted to feel your gentle touch again, he wanted your love more. He wanted to feel your love all day, all night. And you definitely didn't see this coming from him, you expected him to be cold and hateful, yet he's this romantic dude?
You could help but giggle softly, a smirk appearing on your face. “My goodness, Miles. I did not know you were such a hopeless romantic” you teased while fluttering your lashes, laughing out as soon as he looked at you with a half-scowling glint in his eyes and a small pout on his lips, internally questioning why you had to ruin the moment like that. “A sweet, old traditional confession was not your way to go, it appears. No "I love you" or anything? Sheesh, how mean of you”
Miles just scoffed before going right back in and passionately kissing you. It was pretty clear that he was attempting to prove his feelings for you without having to talk about emotions, as he kept kissing your lips with no regrets. It only became more apparent when he started to moan silently, showing his satisfaction as he kissed you. All he wanted now was to just mark you up and show you the feelings that have been bottling up, and he just couldn’t help himself this time. His hands started to rub your back, while his muscular arms gently pulled you closer to his body. Sometimes having to pull back for air as he was practically left panting. You turned your face a little and adjusted it so your lips would be resting on the crook of his neck, resulting in a shudder to emerge from him.
The fox seemed to be at the first stages of desperation at that point, he was completely unable to resist you. His heart felt like it was going to explode, the blood rushing through his veins like the sea waves crashing against the shore. The little pecks on his neck and the imitation of you rubbing his body now as well triggered a strong and sudden reaction from him, his entire body tensing up and suddenly pushing against you and your soft body as he groaned in pure desire.
Miles has never felt this amount of craving in one single night in his entire life, it was like his entire body was becoming one giant, sensitive nerve. He felt so much more vulnerable than he ever has, and it was causing an immense physical response at each and every little touch of your contact. His nerves on high alert by the unfamiliar sensations. It getting especially bad as soon as you started to add some tongue on his neck, teasingly nipping and sucking at his most sensitive spots.
Your tongue was doing wonders on Miles, swirling around on his body and teasing him, making him crave more. At that point, he just wanted more. More... more and more. Miles lost all sense of reality in his desires, he could only feel the sensation of your hot tongue, soothing him like a warm bath. He let out a low moan of pure delight as you pressed your body against him. Your movements were absolutely intoxicating. Your skin was warming up against his coat, almost feeling like fire and your scent was irresistible. He let you do whatever you wanted, letting you dig your nails into him as you held yourself in his embrace. Miles had completely lost control over his actions, his mind being too caught up with this overwhelming sensation.
“A-Ah...~” He whispered, his voice sounding like an animal's mating call “You're... destroying... me...” His voice sounded like a desperate plea, almost losing himself to the overwhelming desire taking over his body. Miles’ entire face twisted in pure lust, like a wolf feeling the warmth of a female in heat. His muscles became tight as he attempted to hold himself back, but all of a sudden he gave in to your seducing embrace. “Please... please...” He whispered with a deep voice, unable to form a proper sentence “More...”
As your caressing continued, Miles begins to whimper even more. He tries to reach his arms up towards your shoulders, wanting to hold you, but his arms just remain around you for now. His low and quiet grunts grow louder, as he can hardly contain himself at this point. He can't even think straight anymore as his brain has been completely hijacked by pleasure and desire. “M-My God. Your body is like a damn heatwave against my coat...”
The fox was losing himself in this moment, but it was only increasing the amount of desire he felt. Your body warmth was giving the effect of a heatlamp right now as your bodies began to slightly perspire. He felt like it was summer right now, as it seemed like time was going a lot slower since he just wanted this moment to last forever. He was losing all sense of reputation, self-control, and modesty, as he continues to let his primal instincts take over this exact moment. And he couldn't help but let out a ‘mnggh..’ as soon as one of your hands travelled over from his tall frame, towards the back of his neck. Some of your fingers pressing into his skin in order to try and keep yourself balanced.
Miles was completely out of it; his senses were absolutely destroyed. Your fingers sensually digging into the back of his neck was making him moan and groan, with you leaving his neck with beautiful red marks. He could feel himself beginning to drip in anticipation. He was... completely, utterly, hopelessly, hooked.
As your hand left the back of his neck and traced a path down his spine, his entire body began to tremble from the sudden touch. He let out a shuddering moan, his breath catching in his throat as he gulped for air, feeling his heart thump even faster than before. All of these touches, so affectionately... They were like a drug that had taken over his entire system. His arms wrapped around you and held you in place, so he could feel even more of you. His grip was tightening slightly, his fangs beginning to bite down on his lip.
The boy who was previously very cold and calculating, was now releasing small noises of pleasure, like that of a young puppy crying out to its mother while being fed. Miles seemed completely enthralled by your caresses, as your fingers traced along his skin and your body pressed firmly against him. His breathing was getting increasingly shallow and uneven, making the him completely lost in the sensation of your warmth and intimacy. Your scent made him lose control of himself, as he began to purr into you.
And it seems that the longer Miles gets showered with your affection, the more attached he felt himself becoming, and the harder it is for him to stop. He lets out a small grunt and leans his head closer to yours, wanting your lips to touch his again for just one more moment. He's never been such a mess up until this point, he just didn't care about anything except for what you were doing to him at this very moment. He just didn't want you to stop. His mind was completely flooded with love and lust, just the thought of you touching him more like this made him feel like he was floating through the air. His mind felt like it was filled with pure endorphins.
But as soon as you began standing on your toes, trying to get to his level of height, it resulted in his crotch unintentionally rubbing onto yours. The heat began to get into his head, Miles started to feel himself tense up and twitch uncontrollably as he starts to breathe in sharp, short breaths. He was now sweating heavily and his face was a bright shade of red by that point. He was holding in the loudest moans in his life, but struggles to keep it all in. His knees were beginning to shake so much after, until he finally lets out a long sigh and slumps over on you, submitting.
You were doing whatever you wanted and Miles was completely okay with that, he absolutely loved it. He was on the verge of madness, the amount of bottled up desire, need and happiness he was feeling was beyond comprehension. He was trembling so much that it was like every bone in his body was about to pop, his entire brain feeling like it was about to melt any second now. He was barely in control of his own body anymore, he let himself fall completely into your grasp.
Miles’ breathing was heavy and his lips were parted slightly, his words sounding like a breathless moan “Anything ...I'll do anything you want...” As his words came out, he leaned forward and pulled you to his chest, his body shaking so hard it looked like he was having a seizure. He whispered in your ear, his voice hoarse like an animal in heat, something not too surprising considering the current circumstances for him.
“I'll even... let you... be the top...” he murmured in a silent, seductive voice. Breathless as he let out yet another quiet whine filled with need, looking at you from the side with literal hearts in his eyes. Allowing himself to be swallowed in your temptation as soon as you whispered the final words in his ear.
“Expected nothing less from you, dear boss~”
#tails miles prower#tails x reader#miles prower x reader#sonic the hedgehog x reader#sonic x reader#tails x reader smut#operation crimson#sonic the hedgehog#tails smut#kayla green#sonic smut
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Out of all your favorite yans who would you rather be pining after you in real life?
Hmmmmm... Thats a hard one... I have a looooot of faves too... So Imma focus on the one I have MCs designed for
Friend (@stnaf-vn ) is absolute bbg but I get stir crazy if kept inside for too long and gaslighting don't really work on me so I see that causing issues, sry bby but you can't bullshit a bullshitter... Also he don't like pineapple on pizza so 💔💔💔 u3u
I love Adam (@you-and-him-vn ) to bits and I'm lil shit which apparently he's into... but I'm also highly allergic to being stabbed :\
Virgil (@wouldyoustayvn ) I feel like I would get too many disappointed stares for what I put my computer through, and I can't handle that kinda judgment u.u
Ezra (@restartheartvn ) oddly enough I think would be a safe-ish bet... I feel he'd be one of the more receptive to me just being like "Ahaaah, nice try but that ain't gonna work on me bby... respect the effort tho 👉😎👉" Also feel like he'd be one of the more open to communication
Krow (@thekrows-nest ) I feel like would also be safe-ish? I feel like we'd vibe... Plus artist hubby so thats pretty poggers... Aaaand if he gets mad or jelly I can just smother in smoochies and we gucci~... Plus I like tendies over nuggies anyway ¯\_( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)_/¯
So it's kinda a toss up between Ezra and Krow if I'm being realistic
I'm leaning slightly more towards Krow cause I think we'd vibe the best... Plus I too wish to consume the rich (⓿v⓿)
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Hola Ro 🥰
This is gonna be a mouthful but...
Thinking about Human! College au! Dorm neighbor! Beel and Belphie gets like 5 seconds of this lmao
Oc he's still a big eater but imma tone it*way* down cuz he human.
This bitch is the best cook in the entire dormitory. Like there is no broke college boy here because in addition to his job he sells lunch/dinner plates. They're reasonably priced but he sells so many that his profits are pilin' up Belphie has to help pack and deliver the trays.
Just imagine you move into your new dorm and before you even unpack your first item, there's a soft knock on the door. You open it up and you're honestly surprised at how far back you have to tilt your head to see the smiling face of this ginger. You studder a bit as you greet him and he smiles back warmly. "Hey! I'm Beelzebub, but you can call me Beel. I'm a Junior here" He smiles lifting up a tray "Brought over some lasagna, thought you might enjoy it" Oh! So that's what that gigantic tray he's holding has in it! Accepting the tray with a little smile you swear it weighs like 5 pounds. "Thanks... Uh, Would you like to join me? I couldn't possibly eat this much lasagna alone" He tilts his head slightly "You don't have a dormmate?" You shake you're head in response and Beel frowns a little bit. "I bet that's pretty lonely." He shakes his head and then smiles brightly again. "Well feel free to come by our dorm any time. I'll introduce you to my roommate tomorrow"
Beel comes in and the two of you eat lasagna together on your futon with box tables like a scene from a movie and you're taken aback by how much he eats. The tray of lasagna is finished in just under half an hour and you converse for a bit, complimenting him on his culinary skills and talking about classes and schedules. Eventually, he heads back to his dorm because whatever he was cooking in the pressure cooker is done and he needs to go pack meal trays. You offer to help as a thank you for the lasagna and he accepts joking about Belphie needing his beauty sleep anyways.
This becomes a regular thing for the two of you and Belphie is honestly grateful that his naps no longer need to be cut short. And surprisingly Beel's sales go up because you bring the flavors of your culture to the little business. Eventually it grows so much that Beel can quit his job and expenses are still fully covered.
Cutting to the list part of the hcs lmao
𓆦 Beel who finds himself a bit flustered as mix and chop ingredients, occasionally lifting a little spoon to his lips for him to sample the flavor. Admiring the cute satisfied face you make when tells you the flavor is perfect.
𓆦 Beel who eventually gets bold enough to lick a little bit of batter of your cheek, chuckling as your cheeks turn pink from his actions
𓆦 Beel who buys/makes lots of cream filled treat because he loves how a little bit always spills out of the corners of your mouth when you take too big of a bite. Imagining is his cum spilling out of your mouth instead of just the cream of a pastry
𓆦 Beel who jerks off in his room at 1 in the morning because he can't stop thinking about how your small hands were wrapped around the piping bag as the two of you iced mini cakes together. Wondering what it would be like for them to be wrapped around his cock instead. Belphie eventually knocking on his room door, telling him to be quite because the walls are thin and you can probably hear him from inside your dorm.
𓆦 Belphie who visits you in your dorm asking you to please just fuck Beel already because he has to deal with Beel's horny ass all day, every day.
𓆦 Beel who takes you on a proper date before he even tries to make a move on you because he wants to be a gentleman
My fingers are dead from typing this (´༎ຶ ͜ʖ ༎ຶ `)♡
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Nsfw content MDNI
����!!!!!! I have no words oh fuckkkkk-
𓆦 Very silly first thing but Beel who has a poster of Garfield eating lasagna in his kitchen :))
𓆦 Beel who during your date (if you went out for a change) sends a quick texts to Belphie telling him to get out so he can get laid-
𓆦 Beel who is the perfect gentleman throughout your whole date!!! Even asking before he kisses you because he doesn’t want to move too fast…
𓆦 Beel who can’t and won’t stop kissing you after that. The sweet softness fades away into hungry, biting kisses, as he nips at you bottom lip hoping to slip his tongue into your mouth. Only ever braking the kiss long enough to mumble about how good you taste~
𓆦 Beel who tries so hard not to just rail you into next week- he really wants to be gentle and slow…make it feel special for your first time with him…but when you whine and moan like that he can’t help it. Folding you practically in half on the bed and just stuffing you full~
𓆦 Beel who can’t stop telling you how well you’re taking him, how good you feel around his cock…how it’s so much better then he’s imagined and oh fuck- don’t squeeze him like that….he doesn’t want to cum too soon!-
𓆦 Beel who covers your tummy in his cum cuz he’s worried about cumming inside on ‘the first date’ :((
𓆦 Beel who still, after all that, wants to eat you out and have you cum on his tongue…..please? He knows you’re sensitive but it’ll feel good!! He promises!! He would have done it first but he couldn’t wait to feel you around his cock-
𓆦 Beel who carries you into the bathroom to wash the cum off, before taking you back to bed (dressed only in one of his huge t-shirts)
𓃾 Belphie who sneaks in as quietly as he can’t at like 3am….but can’t help peaking into Beel’s room. Seeing your body wrapped around Beel’s, “Good date?” both you and Beel open one eye and whisper back in unison, “Great date..”
#🍒 anon!#…….I have nothing to say for myself……oddly enough I wasn’t in the mood to write today….idk what happened 🧍🏼♀️#obey me!#obey me#om!#obmswd#obey me beel x reader#obey me beel x chubby reader#obey me beel smut#obey me beel#obey me beelzebub#obey me belphie#om! smut#obmswd smut#obmswd beel x reader#obmswd beel#obmswd beel x chubby reader#obmswd belphie#om! beel#om! beelzebub#om! x reader#om! x chubby reader#obmswd x reader#obmswd x chubby reader#om! belphegor#roro writes#obey me smut
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you'll never take the blame like me
killer sees a familiar face. he's not happy about it.
(cw: off-screen minor character death, violence (because it's killer))
it's a pretty uneventful job all in all. the guy killer managed to lure into an alleyway behind a bar wasn't exactly a screamer. he struggled for a mere two minutes before giving up and resigning to his fate. it was honestly sad to witness, and here killer has thought that the human's indomitable will was an actual thing that he might be able to scare this guy into.
whatever. killer figures he shouldn't care about some prick who regularly terrorized monsters in the neighborhood anyway. at least this universe is marginally better now.
but to be honest, killer is starting to get bored with the killings. it was the most fun in the beginning, but over time he's started to predict what his victims are going to do, what they're going to say. trying to run away, pleading with him to no avail, threatening to call the cops. meh, it's so rote. the surprises he got were far and few between, but his boos were the most fun. they are also the few who escaped his homicidal intents intact. compared to them, his other victims are just not up to standards, sadly.
killer walks into the bar's kitchen and rummages through the cupboard to find any baking soda and vinegar. check and check. he washes the blood of his favorite knife in the sink then mixes the baking soda and vinegar together. after putting his knife into the mixture to let it wash off any blood stains, killer sits on a countertop and starts scrolling through his phone. first, quick message to his boo number one.
knife guy finished last: heya cinnabunny, gonna come over your place tonight (・ω<) evil toast: k. ill get cleaning supplies knife guy finished last: omg thanks so much babe <3
grinning, killer waits for a few minutes to see if he gets any reply back before opening his message to his boo number two, all the while cleaning his knife with water and soap again.
rattling raccoon: will be at murder's place tonight. wanna come, honey boo? power ranger: stop calling me that power ranger: wtf did you change my name power ranger: nvm power ranger: yeah i'm coming rattling raccoon: haha sure u will ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) power ranger: i'm blocking you rattling raccoon: noooo i'm just joking (>_<) rattling raccoon: ... maybe power ranger: fine. i'm not inviting you to the cookout rattling raccoon: wait what cookout rattling raccoon: babe what cookout???
as killer gets out of the bar and into the alleyway, all the while texting on his phone, he senses it - the too-familiar feeling of someone watching him. casually putting away his phone, he leans against the wall, waiting for his secret admirer to come out of the shadows.
"come on. i know you're there. don't be shy now," he calls out, idly spinning his knife like a fidget toy.
the shadows shift as someone steps out, and killer forces his shoulders to be relaxed as he sees who it is. oh great, it's that guy. color, or whatever name he goes by nowadays. they're all sanses to him anyway.
"you again, huh?" killer muses, his eyesocket giving an involuntary twitch. "do you even know when to give up?"
"i'm just passing by," color smiles hesitantly. "you don't look busy. i just want to say hello."
"hmm no. not interested," killer tosses back and starts walking out of the alleyway. he's got to about five steps when color shortcuts in front of him, making him stop in his track.
"killer-" color starts, but killer cuts him off quickly.
"listen, whatever you're gonna evangelize about, i don't want to hear it," he puts his hands along side his knife inside his pockets. "how many times do i have to tell you? i'm not him."
"i know," color says forlornly. killer would almost feel bad for the guy, if it wasn't for the fact that he's standing in his way right now, dragging around that baggage of his that killer doesn't want to touch with a ten-foot pole.
"then why are you here?" he asks, trying to look as unconcerned as he can. his unwanted visitor looks at him with an undecipherable expression on his face before replying.
"things are... happening - big things. i just want to warn you beforehand, as a courtesy. no strings attached, i promise."
that's the thing about color. he's infuriatingly attuned to killer's wants and needs, almost to a creepy degree. he knows what to say to killer, and he knows what to do with him. killer can see why any other version of him would be interested in the guy, but he won't. even when his script is telling him to. even when his entire being is forcibly drawn to the alluring prospect of completing his happy ending.
(no. never again.
he will carve his own path. his own happy ending.
no one controls him. no one.)
"spill then. quickly. i have other things to tend to."
killer can tell color is curious, but he remains tight-lipped about his private life as always. let color guess what the serial killer does in his free time - that'll keep him busy for a bit.
"something is brewing across the n2-verse cluster. no one's got a clue what it is yet, but important people are missing, lodestars and the like. some sectors are turning destabilized, dragging other neighboring ones in the collapse too."
shit, that doesn't sound good. "it's not an error thing?"
"core frisk doesn't think so. errors are conspicuous - at least the ones we know are. there would have been tampering signs otherwise."
"n2..." killer hums. "so it's just near here." one more thing to worry about, he supposes.
"yeah. i'm just telling you to be careful," color fidgets with something under his coat. "you're an anomaly. killer variants are under more surveillance now per new emergency protocols. capture on sight."
"heh, when aren't we?" killer smirks, though his soul is beating faster than normal. color is right - this cannot be good. it will interfere with much of his work, both his personal leisure activities and his tasks with his mysterious benefactor. not to mention, his meetings with both of his friends-with-benefits. he probably needs to lay low for a while, which is not exactly something he copes with well historically.
"is that all?" killer asks, a bit wary when color shakes his head.
"... there's another thing," color says, but he's hesitant. killer braces himself, and he knows color can tell, infuriatingly enough. "your soul... how is it?"
"what," killer utters with a dead smile on his face. he tilts his head, his face half-morphed into the scary face he's been told to possess. "are you asking me out?"
"no!" color squawks, his face burning with embarrassment. "it's just- it's that- with my killer-"
"okay that's it," killer cuts him off. "i think i heard enough. can i go now?"
"... yeah, you can go."
with that, killer shortcuts to behind color and starts walking away. but not before the colorful skeleton monster has to have the last words.
"you know that you can trust me to help you, right?"
those familiar words again, and they make killer's soul pulse with something. yearning, he thinks. it's a longing of a hundred lives before him, something he has sworn to never walk again. so he squares his shoulders and briskly walks away. away from color. away from his nonexistent past and predestined future. only the present is worth his dedication.
he'll carve his own path from now on.
#cw violence#sorry color enthusiasts killer doesn't really like him here 😔🙏#but he tolerates him enough to not kill him... so that's good?#killer's relationship with color is.... “complicated” would not even cover it i think#anyway netverse is a more extended universe now!!#color will make multiple appearances again since he's a nature blogger in this verse#he uses old people social media (facebook and blogger and youtube and wordpress) because i think that fits him#i write#netverse#killer sans#color sans#utmv#undertale au
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Thank you for replying about the rules!
Then I would like to make request for the blue lock boys : bachira, chigiri and kunigami, please!
May I request how the boys would try to confess to a painfully oblivious, yet affectionate crush please? Like they enjoy hugging the boys and all, but everything flies over their head.
Thank you for your time!!!
HELLO!! ( ✧≖ ͜ʖ≖) I'm sorry for it to take to long, I was drowning in uni work. I wanna apologize for this mess that I produced. this kinda got longer than expected so I left out chigiri,, I'm so sorry grr
genre: fluff
Reader: Gender Neutral (if I did any mistakes please tell me!!)
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confessing to oblivious reader:
Bachira:
You always appreciated Bachiras easy and ongoing character, not taking everything that you say to him seriously. you two could just sit around for hours and hours without getting bored, just laughing and joking around together.
His love language is physical touch. He loves having his arm around you, being close to you, his hands on your shoulders, just touching you in any way. he also speaks his mind, not thinking twice before dramatically confessing to you every few days, jumping on your back and hugging you while laughing.
When you began your (now very close) friendship to him, you were confused by his behaviour, but after a few weeks you got used to him and his way of acting. you dont even take these words serious anymore, even though it seriously hurts you. you'd love to hear them come from his mouth and meaning them. (at least you believe he doesnt mean it.)
Some of your other friends might even ask you two if you were dating. You shook your head, Bachira nodded.
"Huh?"
"Huh?"
"What?"
"What what?"
You looked at him with wide eyes, wondering why he just nodded. It wasn't unusual for the both of you to get asked this question, but usually both of you would dismiss it with a quick hand or headshake.
You loved Bachira, and you loved the close friendship you two had, but at this point it was getting more than frustrating. it feels like he knows about your feelings and is just playing with them.
"Why would you say that?" You bit the insides of your cheeks, trying to ignore the pain in your chest once again. you couldn't do this anymore, it just hurt. You didnt want to tear up in front of him, but you just needed to tell him about his behaviour just breaking you.
"(Y/N), I told you about how I felt about you around five hundred times already." you heard bachira speak up defeated and discouraged, his normal joking behaviour being gone. instead, a serious looking boy stood in front of you, looking deep into your eyes, taking your hand slowly and gently. "But all you do is laugh and change the topic. I can't stand this anymore. are you doing this on purpose?", he let out rather frustrated.
"... HUH????"
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Kunigami:
Kunigami is literally just a big ass fluffball. He is nice and patient to everyone and anyone as long as they are the same to him.
This is probably why you never realised the special feelings he had about you. yes, he is nice and helpful and gentle, integrating and patient, but with you his behaviour goes up another level. he's constantly looking out for you, making sure you eat properly and stay hydrated, he's even walking you home every day with the excuse that his home is in the same direction anyway, acting unbothered and cool when in reality he should've turned to the right halfway through the way home. (but you don't know. he doesnt let you find out.)
he's inviting you over to him every other day, meeting up and probably playing football with you. it doesnt matter to him that you aren't a good as he is, he would even gladly teach you, as long as it means to spend more time with you.
in order for you to realise he really thinks you are more special to him as the other people in his class, he would probably take you to a nice scenery to confess his feelings. which means him forcing you to spend time with him again, not that you would mind though.
you noticed him being more silently and into his head the whole day in school. after school was over you head to his desk, trying to find out if everything is alright.
"Hey, do you need to go home right now?" he asked you, looking up from his desk and right into your eyes, making you feel a bit shy under his glance.
"No. Is there anything you wanna do?" you answered him. He stood up from his chair, throwing his bag around his shoulder. "Lets go for a walk."
You both walked around the city, hands brushing up against one anothers every few minutes. you could feel him trying to hold at least a few fingers of yours, but kunigami always shyed away right afterwards. you didnt say anything, just hoping for him to just take your hand.
The second you two stood at the bottom of a small mountain you started complaining a bit. "What the fuck, do we really need to go up there?"
"Just shut up and follow me" he said with a grin on his face, stretching his hand out for you to finally take.
you placed your hand in his and he grips it tightly, starting to lead you up the mountain. his hand spread warmth through your body and you could feel your heart racing a bit. stop feeling this way, he is just being nice, he's like this to everyone, you tried to downplay your feelings.
once you arrived at the top it was already late in the afternoon and the sun started to set. you both threw yourself onto the ground, looking up into the sky, talking and watching the sky turn from blue to yellow to orange to black, stars beginning to shine brightly all over it.
you did admit that the scenery was amazing from up here, but you didnt say it out loud. you just know kunigami would grin and say I told you so after you complained the whole way up.
instead, you turned your head to him and looked at him, surprised that his eyes were already on you. (they were from the very beginning, you just didnt notice.)
his hand came up close to your face and he put a few strands of your hair away that fell over your forehead. you couldn't help but turn red at his small gesture.
he opened his mouth, wanting to say something before changing his mind and closing it again.
"is everything alright?" you asked him.
"(Y/N). fuck. I really like you."
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Here is an insurmountable amount of garbage. It disgusts me as well. I apologize in advance.
#blue lock#blue lock x reader#kunigami rensuke#kunigami#kunigami fluff#blue lock kunigami#bachira meguru#bllk bachira#blue lock bachira#bachira x reader#kunigami x reader#bachira fluff#bllk#blue lock scenarios#blue lock reactions#blue lock imagines#blue lock headcanons
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Ivy - Part 12
gif by: @hotch-girl <3
Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader (Sean Hotchner x Fem!Reader)
Series summary: Your relationship with your boyfriend, Sean, is going great. Well, that is until you meet his older brother, Aaron.
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11
i'm a liar and a clown - this isn't the last part, this is mostly smut.
Warnings: this chapter is nsfw - 18+
also warning for um...condescending aaron? but he's sweet about it.
Minors DNI
Chapter summary: again...( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) lmfao
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You had expected the princess treatment to end sooner or later but it only kept getting worse.
Aaron had insisted on being the one to get your stuff from Sean’s house. And of course after bringing all your things home, there wasn’t even a discussion about where said things would go. Aaron’s place was the only right answer.
Not that you were complaining of course. He was gone for work most of the day, so living in his home – your home too, as he kept correcting you – gave you the opportunity to take in as much of him as possible.
It could be almost perfect, if it wasn’t for the thought of Sean eating you alive. You were waiting for that phone call, that message that he was finally ready to speak with you, every single day. And the more the time passed with no signal from him the more your feelings got unbearable.
It would take time to make peace with the fact that you and the man you loved were the villains in someone else’s story. You wanted Sean to forgive you, but you were well aware you also needed to forgive your own self in order to move on.
Part of you felt that maybe you deserved what you had gone through; that maybe being kidnapped was your punishment for being unfaithful to your ex-boyfriend.
Aaron would go crazy if you brought those thoughts to his attention, so you had chosen to stay quiet about it.
“What are you thinking about, honey?” he asked, pushing your hair back as he joined you on the couch.
“Nothing in particular.” You smiled.
“You know, I was thinking…”
“Yeah?” You raised your brow, intrigued.
“I never took you out for a date,” he said, his voice more melancholic than excited. “Never asked you out.”
“Well the circumstances weren’t ideal for something like this,” you said, in the same tone as his.
“I wanna do it. The first date, the flowers.”
“Aaron…” you laughed.
“I mean it. Y/N,” he se said, his voice turning serious, “Are you free tomorrow night? I would like to take you out to dinner.”
You gave him a sweet smile. “Yes, Aaron. I’m free and I’d love to go to dinner with you.”
This man had been inside you, and yet blushed like a tomato to you agreeing to go on a date with him.
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He wanted it to be perfect.
That included your favorite flowers, his best suit, and of course him leaving the house for a few hours so he could come back when you were ready to pick you up for the date.
Aaron’s heart was racing as he rang the doorbell of his own house. He thought it was funny how the girl he was essentially living with, gave him butterflies as if he was a teenager picking up his prom date from her parents’ house.
You opened the door with a big smile, stealing his breath away.
I’m so in love with her, he thought.
He didn’t say it though – it would have been a terrible opening line for a first date.
“You look like a dream,” he chose to say instead.
Your shy smile made his heart flutter. Aaron was so mesmerized by you, he had almost forgotten to offer you the beautiful bouquet of flowers he was holding.
“Are those for me?” you asked, reminding him of it.
“Yes,” he rushed to reply, giving them to you. “I hope you like them.”
“They’re perfect. Thank you, Aaron.”
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A gentleman as always, Aaron opened every single door for you, pulled your chair out, and showered you with compliments. It felt good and had you wishing you had done everything in the correct order.
You chose not to dwell on it though, and focused on the conversation you were having with the sweet man at your table.
“And I had to wait in line for four hours. It was hell,” you groaned, letting your head fall back.
“Wait, when was this?” Aaron asked you.
“Three years ago. The day before New Year’s Eve,” you answered, sipping some of your red wine. “I’ll never forget that day.”
“Y/N, what time were you there?”
“What?”
“What time were you there?” he insisted.
“I don’t remember exactly but I was there at least an hour before the store had opened. I was desperate.”
“I was there too,” Aaron said.
“What?” you asked, the palms of your hands covering your mouth. “You were there at the same time?”
“Yes,” he laughed. “I was there an hour before the store opened. I thought it would be early enough.”
“Aaron,” you giggled. “We were there at the same time.”
“We were.” He smiled.
You reached out your hand to hold his. “Imagine how frustrated I was that I didn’t notice the sexiest man in the world waiting in line with me.”
Aaron’s smirk made you laugh again. He lifted your joined hands to kiss your knuckles. “You were always around, weren’t you?”
“I guess I was.” It was your turn to kiss his hand now. “Waiting for my prince charming.”
“I just wish-”
“We should stop that,” you interrupted him. “This is the way things are. You have me and I have you now. That’s all that matters. We’re only looking forward from now on.”
“You’re right, my love.”
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“Well this is me,” you said with a shy smile, pointing at Aaron’s house.
“Hm…” he said, his one eyebrow lifted.
You looked up finding him staring at you with a handsome smirk. At that moment it truly felt like the end of a first date; the excitement of the possibility of sharing a ‘first kiss’ with that man, making your stomach turn in the best kind of way.
“Thanks for driving me home,” you grinned, and you could see he was holding back his laughter at your act.
“Of course.”
He was not going to make a move.
So you moved closer, swinging your purse left and right. “Good night, Aaron.”
“Good night, sweet girl.”
“No good night kiss?” You frowned.
“Good girls should not make offers like this,” he said, sternly. “I might take advantage of you.”
You closed the gap between your bodies, and grabbed his tie. “Oh Aaron, you have no clue how bad I want you to take advantage of me.”
Aaron chuckled and grabbed your wrist, pulling your hand away from his tie. He made it rest on his shoulder as he pressed soft kisses on the inside of your arm. “You’re bold.”
“Aaron,” you said, in a tone that translated: let’s stop this game – I want you.
His large hands cupped your face through your hair and pulled you close enough that his nose was brushing against yours. “I like it when you get all needy for me. It’s cute.”
“It’s also painful.”
“Have I ever denied you anything? You’re gonna get everything you want, I promise.”
And with that, he kissed you with the passion and gentleness of a true first kiss.
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Back in his bedroom, your fingers were playing with the zipper of his pants, the hardness you could feel and see underneath the fabric making you clench your thighs together for some relief.
You palmed him through his boxers and the groan he let out went through your entire body like a spark. You slowly lowered yourself on your knees, taking his trousers down with you.
The sight of his thick thighs was already making you drool, filling you with a strong urge to bite every single inch of his body. You placed your palms on them, running your hands up and down his hairy legs; your touches followed by small kisses, licks and bites.
“What are you doing?” he asked, amused.
“I’m enjoying you,” you answered.
His hand got lost in your hair, pulling it carefully to make you look up and into his eyes. “Honey,” he said, and it sounded like a request; an order.
“Sorry,” you smiled, leaving a last sweet kiss on the inside of his thigh. “Didn’t mean to neglect this part of you.”
Your opened mouthed kisses moved to his clothed cock, causing him to let out a heavy breath - deliciously close to a moan.
You hooked your fingers on the waistline of his boxers, carefully pulling them down, exposing his hard dick. The tip of it was just begging you to lick it, so that was what you did. You wrapped your hand around the base of his cock, leaving a few kisses down his length, before taking him into your mouth.
After a few minutes of having him inside, Aaron used his grip on your hair to push your head back. “Stop.”
You feared that there was something wrong, but Aaron’s next words made you realize that that wasn’t the case.
“Take your clothes off.”
Instinctively, you immediately did what he said. Not making a show out of it, but definitely taking your time, you took off your dress and your pretty underwear.
“Come here,” he said, when you were finally fully naked. His one hand moved between your legs, while the other traced patterns on the back of your neck.
“How does it feel down there?” he asked with fake concern; his middle finger brushing against your clit, and his touch light enough not to offer any actual relief.
“Hurts a little.” You pouted.
“You can play with it if you want,” he said, moving his finger in a slow circular motion. “While you suck me off. It’s okay,” he added, sweetly. “Just don’t get too distracted. Alright, baby?”
“Mhm.” You nodded and sank back to your knees. After Aaron’s touch you were burning for more, so you lost no time before moving your own hand between your legs, as your lips were once more wrapped around his cock.
He was right about the ‘distracted’ part. It was hard to stay concentrated when you were chasing your own orgasm but Aaron’s voice brought you back to your senses. “Focus, baby.”
You pulled him out of you for a moment, your split still connecting your lips with his cock, as you mumbled a sweet “I’m sorry.”
“It’s alright, sweetheart. You’re doing so good,” he reassured you, his palm cupping your cheek. “You’re so pretty like this.”
His praise made you even more eager and soon you were choking on his dick, Aaron’s heavy breaths and moans satisfying you more than you could ever explain.
“I’m close,” he sighed. “Wanna cum on your tits.”
He didn’t need to say anything else, you straightened your back, still on your knees and pressed your breasts together so Aaron could finish on you. You could focus on his cock fucking his fist or the white liquid that was falling on you, but instead you chose to pay attention to his face. The expression of ultimate pleasure he had on him, the drops of sweat on his forehead that made it glisten and made you feel disgusting enough to wanna lick them away.
He looked like a god and all you wanted to do was stay on your knees for the rest of time, just for him.
Part 13
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#aaron hotchner x reader#hotch x reader#aaron hotchner#hotch#aaron hotchner smut#sean hotchner x reader#hotch 🪐#ivy#nsfw.
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#i feel like lee sookyung would be even MORE mocking and funny when news is that kdj is yjh's right hand man (via @righteousenjoymentofthunder)
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enjoy this crackfic snippet based off the idea of a darker AU where yoo joonghyuk takes the absolute throne, and kim dokja ends up as his consort/right-hand man/advisor (im assuming in this canon-divergence AU that the scenario Catastrophe of Floods happens before the War of Kings to test out each king's strength or something; yjh speed-runs their established relationship development once kdj is back as a result :))
(i'm not going to write any more of this, so if anyone wants to use the above AU premise as a fic idea/ fanart thing, go Wild; would be nice if there was a link to the original post with the AU idea tho )
*using name spellings from my friend's summation, instead of the other variations {{ Now with an AO3 crosspost Here}} title: axis mundi rating: T words: 1,196 pairing: yoo joonghyuk/kim dokja "They're waiting inside," the woman with the sword says, to the masked figure.
The masked figure nods. Hears the tent flap flutter shut behind her, as she strides forward.
She stops and turns her head, assessing the room around her.
A contradiction in character. A polarity to be pondered--but one so balanced, it seemed to converge together to one perfect point.
The tent, though spacious, was a far too humble backdrop to serve as a royal hall.
One side, to her right, is sparse. Nothing more than a single sword rack marks out the space; a clean stroke of calligraphy against white paper.
The side to her left leans towards unruliness, moreso than the right. Papers scrawled in ink and scribbles flock over a long side-table. A tray, empty of any food, leans precariously on one corner.
A janggi board sits askew over one of the papers (a surprisingly old-fashioned choice for planning scenarios, she assumes; could she attribute it to that person's influence?). Next to it, a half-open book, laid upside down.
There are other smaller tables around, below the level of the dais.
Above everything else, the chairs at the center—one throne in particular, with a smaller chair on equal level besides it—loom large with their presence.
As did the Status of their occupants.
The one in white stands first. Rocks once on his heels, before setting his hands inside his jacket pocket.
"Lee Sugyeong," he says. He offers a smile. Perfunctory and polite, crescent-thin. "Mother. Why have you come?"
"Information," Lee Sugyeong says. Removes her mask, the wood of it smooth in her fingertips.
Everyone always said that Kim Dokja had inherited her eyes. Bright, when in good humor or with delight. And in other times, too many times—opaque as one-way mirrored glass, save for glints of light as his thoughts tumbled over each other, sharp and sharper.
"And to see the new Absolute King, of course," Lee Sugyeong says. A nod to the one behind Kim Dokja.
Yu Junghyeok stands to his feet from his throne. Fluid and swift, a shadow in motion. A presence that could not be ignored. Power rolls off of him, palpable as the bright shine of a strong sword.
The new Absolute King. Her son's protagonist; his hero.
And now, if rumors could be believed....She turns her gaze back to her child—the man in the white coat, fingers turning in his pockets. [The Fable, 'Kingmaker of a Thousand Strings' is continuing its storytelling] [The Fable, 'Cherished Consort of the Conquering King' is continuing its storytelling]
"Consort?" Lee Sugyeong raises a brow.
The cool line of her son's brow twitches. "Bihyung said even if it was a typo, it couldn't be changed once recorded in the system."
Lee Sugyeong opens her mouth to ask more, but Kim Dokja cuts her off with a wave of his hand.
"Better to talk if we're seated, I suppose. We don't have coffee. Tea will have to do." There's a hand, curling in over an elbow. The hem of a dark sleeve over white fabric, Kim Dokja's shoulders easing at the touch.
Yu Junghyeok, the Absolute King, speaks for the first time. "Mind the leaves." Kim Dokja's brow wrinkles. His voice turns light, lilting. "Even if I burned them, didn't you just say you would buy more for me, last time, Junghyeok-ah? Is the Conquering King going back on his words?"
The Absolute King tilts his head, but lets Kim Dokja go without further complaint.
He turns back to Lee Sugyeong, tips his chin in a rough motion towards one of the chairs by an empty table.
Lee Sugyeong shakes her head as she sits.
Well. It wasn't like she hadn't been warned about Yu Junghyeok's manners.
The silence that passes has as much warmth as a mountain blizzard.
Yu Junghyeok doesn't seem nearly as interested in finding out any information the King of Wanderers would have as he did in following around Kim Dokja's movements with his gaze.
She resists the urge to lift her hand, and rub away the wrinkle she could sense forming between her brows.
What sort of complications had her son gotten himself into, to invoke such a troublesome devotion from an equally troublesome man?
Kim Dokja returns with a tray, the teapot and small cups.
The Conquering King lifts the tray from Kim Dokja's hands without a word, setting it at a center. His wrist flips over the small cups, as if laying out cards.
The color is a light pale green in the cups. Faint notes of grain in its steam.
Kim Dokja's right hand rests against the table, his index finger tapping a three-note rhythm against the wood. He lifts his eyes to her, expecting her to speak.
So Lee Sugyeong does.
"The loyal hound, following behind the heels of the Conquering King. Was this everything you had wished for once, child?"
"Ah, well—I'm not following him, exactly—" Yu Junghyeok snaps his gaze upwards, his expression dark. Not at Kim Dokja—at Lee Sugyeong.
"Not a hound, nor a follower." He lowers a teacup in front of Kim Dokja, setting his hand down. Close enough to pin down the hem of Kim Dokja's sleeve. "Kim Dokja is my companion."
Kim Dokja nods. Again, a collected composure. Again, his eyes calm, steady as an undisturbed lake.
"You've met him now, Mother. And have seen me, besides. If there is other information you are looking for, you can leave it to us through the usual processes—"
Lee Sugyeong tips her head back, her eyes considering as she watches Kim Dokja, as he lets his words unroll from his tongue with a frightening ease, swifter than the arrows of a master archer.
"I wonder, " she says idly, "Is your bark more terrifying, or his bite?"
"Forgive us if you find our hospitality is lacking." The switch in tone from the Conquering King is also something that prickles of danger. Something he learned from Kim Dokja, in turn, she would guess. "King of wanderers."
Yu Junghyeok is holding out one of the filled teacups with both hands towards Lee Sugyeong. She takes it, resting the bottom of the cup on her palm, her other fingers holding onto the rim.
Then a pause, before a merciless blow from Yu Junghyeok. "Or would sieomeoni be more appropriate?"
At his shoulder, Kim Dokja makes a cut-off sound like a penguin choking on a fishbone, and slams a hand down on the table as he stands.
"Yu Junghyeok!"
"Kim Dokja," the Conquering King parrots back. For someone who has seen all manner of shocking things since the start of the scenarios, this nears the most shocking of them all. The lazy indulgence in the Conquering King's eyes. One of his hands tugs at the ends of a white jacket's belt at Kim Dokja's waist, wrapping the end of it loosely around his wrist.
"Sit," he says, in a voice that allows no argument. "You should at least finish your tea."
If she had a jot less of self-control, she might very well have dropped her cup.
One of Lee Sugyeong's masked guards a short distance away, puts her hand under her chin, and says quietly, but not quietly enough for Lee Sugyeong to miss hearing: "Sieomeoni? Or would Queen Dowager be more appropriate? Wait, no, what would be the right term...?" Notes *Sieomeoni - 시어머니 (mother-in-law) *Another video on family terms
#joongdok#orv#omniscient reader's viewpoint#yoo joonghyuk#kim dokja#orv fanfic#absolute throne AU#words words words#uhhhh...crackfic#have fun reading this SKDJFSLKJDF
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We're getting somewhere! I wrote this chapter yay! I'm sorry you had to wait, but unlike with the other chapters I didn't get an instant idea on this one + I was sick and felt like crap for about 2 days ಡ ͜ ʖ ಡ
This chapter contains: fluff and angst >:D
Warning!: English is my second language. If you find any errors in my writing, please understand. I used autocorrect to help me with my grammar and spelling, so I'm deeply sorry if any mistakes were made. Dyslexia + writing in a second language = challenging task (ᵕ—ᴗ—)
Word count: 4,6k
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Beauty and the Beast
Miko is still going somehow.
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Chapter 5: something there
A loud, angry hiss left Gyutaro's lips as you slowly pressed a wet cloth against the gash on his back caused by the wolf attack. His body twitched, moving away from the wet fabric that bought the painful stinging to his injury. He was currently lying on a futon in his room, which got a bit tidied up to actually resemble a bedroom, angry and unamused. The very room he tried to keep away from you and everyone else was now full of people, fussing over him as if he was a baby, it really had to be a bad joke. And you, you were the worst of them all, you walked in here, then ran away and got yourself in danger, causing him to have to go after you and now…you were the one literally torturing him. Well, it wasn't torture, but rather cleaning up his wounds, but it felt the same as torture!
“Stop it! It hurts!” Gyutaro snarled, moving away from you with a clear frown on his face. You could see his chest moving as he breathed in and out slowly, clearly exhausted after everything that happened tonight.
“If you'd hold still, it wouldn't hurt as much.” You answered, moving closer to him and slightly tilting your head to better see the wound.
“Well, if you hadn't have run away, this wouldn't have happened.” Gyutaro huffed in response, mumbling curses to himself, trying to get comfortable on the futon.
“If you hadn't frightened me, I wouldn't have run away!” You answered with a small frown on your face, seriously getting tired of this.
“Well, you shouldn't have been snooping around without my permission!” He added with a smirk on his face, feeling triumphant with this great argument of his.
“Well, you should learn to control your temper!” You answered, smirking too, seeing him tensing up in defeat. Your face softened afterwards, remembering what he did for you and that he was hurt right now, it actually made you feel bad for him. Slowly, you continued cleaning his wound, this time being a bit gentler, trying to do it softly and carefully so it wouldn't sting. Your actions quickly brought productive results because Gyutaro stopped moving around and actually calmed down, letting you actually help him.
“Uh…by the way, thank you— you saved my life.” You said softly, causing Gyutaro's head to perk up. His eyes looked at you, softening a bit after he heard what you said. This actually felt good; being appreciated helped the cursed prince deal with all the feelings rushing through his mind right now.
“You’re welcome…” He answered, his voice was softer this time. There was undeniable warmth going through him, he felt all nice and tingly inside. Gyutaro was confused, not sure what to make out of all this, but slowly he accepted the fact that he didn't hate you as much as he thought he did.
Once your work was finished, you slowly got up, looking down at Gyutaro. He seemed so peaceful now, it was a nice change, seeing him calm and quiet, not on edge and screaming constantly. Now, it will be your job to help him out a bit, not because others couldn't do it, but because you felt as if you owe it to him for saving you. You left his room, wanting to give him some space for now, after sliding the door closed, you turned around just to see Douma, Kotoha and Akaza staring at you impatiently.
“So…how did it go?” Douma hummed, smiling at you, awaiting your reply.
“It was alright. He's doing okay.” You answered, rubbing the back of your neck, feeling a bit awkward.
“That's great, I was growing so worried…” Kotoha chimed in, sighing deeply with relief as a soft smile appeared on her face. You wondered what was truly going on in this castle, if you'll be staying here, you might as well get a grasp on what's actually happening around you.
“Please, tell me, why are you here? Why won't you leave? What happened here? I was in his room, he's hiding something. Please, tell me what it is, I can feel it eating me up from the inside!” A soft sigh left Kotoha at your questions and pleas, Douma became a bit more serious as well, avoiding your gaze.
“We can't really leave. Believe or not, we're all cursed here.” Akaza sighed, turning his head away, not willing to say anything more. Douma then lifted his head, wanting to give you some more context.
“Look, we're bound to this place not only by that curse, but also by some way too complicated stuff. Don't worry yourself with all this, it's a lot of process.” He hummed, putting on a smile as if it was his way of coping with everything. You slowly began noticing things that were hidden before.
“You're cursed? Why? What happened?” You asked immediately, but you doubted that you'd actually receive an answer.
“Oh well, it's a long story, but it's not ours to tell. Forgive us for not being able to explain everything, but it's a sensitive topic…” Kotoha answered almost immediately. You could feel the awkward silence that grew between all of you, it felt pretty strange. You understood that whatever happened, it was a rather painful memory for all of them, and it wasn't easy to deal with it.
“Can I help somehow?” You asked, wanting to make them feel better. Seeing them like this brought some pain into your heart. After all, a few hours earlier they were all so happy, and now they were like the shells of their former selves.
“Uh— well, there is a—” Douma was about to say something, but Akaza nudged him with his shoulder, successfully silencing the candelabra for a moment.
“Don't worry about it, you've already helped a lot by bringing Master back to the castle and taking care of him, we'll be forever grateful.” Kotoha smiled warmly at you, actually lifting your spirits a bit, but more curiosity rose within you.
“Why do you care so much for him?” You asked, looking at the three of them, hoping for an actual answer now.
“You see, we've been around him for a rather long time, it's almost as if we're a family— maybe an odd one, but still.” Douma answered, shrugging as Kotoha nodded along. They had a bond, almost a familial one, but you couldn't help but think about it some more. That painting you saw earlier, you wanted to know who these people were! Douma, Kotoha and Akaza weren't telling you everything, that was painfully obvious, but it was even more infuriating when you knew that something was up.
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For the next few days, you were looking for your answers, but to no avail. There was simply no one who was willing to tell you at least a word. Maybe it was all just pointless? Perhaps you were just wasting your time? Who knows. When you began falling into a train of thoughts, a soft groan made you focus back on what was actually happening. You finished changing Gyutaro's bandages, putting the old ones aside. It seemed that he got used to you being around, because you swore that not even one angry grumble escaped his lips when you were around. Perhaps your presence just stopped bothering you? Well, Gyutaro was also puzzled by this change. It seemed like his earlier plan backfired on him. “You can influence those you take care of”, funny. Now that you were taking care of him, it seemed as if you began influencing his behaviour instead. Even though things started looking better, there still was this awkward silence between you two.
Gyutaro never knew what to say, and you didn't really start the conversation, so it was difficult to build a bond of any kind. It honestly infuriated Gyutaro, more than he'd like to admit. Every day he had to look at the magic rose in the corner of the room, seeing the very few petals that were left. His time was running out, and he knew that very well, so knowing that starting a conversation with you was something almost impossible to him made him feel bitter and irritated.
“Does it still hurt?” You asked, looking at Gyutaro, who shifted on the futon into a more comfortable position, letting out a soft yawn. Recently, all of his mornings got rather lazy. For the past few days, he's been stuck in bed, not really moving around the castle much. Most of the time he slept, which actually improved his well-being. He really needed some rest, but it didn't change the fact that he was still rather moody.
“ehh… I told you already, I'm fine. It's just a scratch now. There's no need to fuss over me, man…quit it.” he croaked out as a small scowl showed up on his face. The cursed prince slowly brought his hand to his cheek, scratching it, just like he always did.
“You really should stop scratching yourself, last time you did that you were literally clawing at your flesh. It's not good for you.” You said softly, actually scolding him for his bad habits. You didn't even notice when your hand moved towards his, gently moving it away from his cheek before he actually damaged his skin again. Gyutaro's eyebrows shot up at what happened, causing him to look up at you with both a puzzled and amused look on his face.
“Ah, and what are you now, my new nanny?” He chuckled, moving his hand away from yours, still not really trusting you. You began to grow annoyed with your behaviour, and he's been like this ever since you brought him back to the castle. But it clearly was the time to change that!
“Well, maybe you need one, since you're acting pretty immature in my opinion.” You sighed, rubbing the bridge of your nose as you watched him turn his head away with a huff, acting offended.
“Eh…you're no fun, y’know?” He muttered, curling up on his futon with a soft groan leaving his lips. This statement actually caught your attention. Was he teasing you in one way or another? Well, he certainly stopped pushing you away as much as before, that was new, and you didn't really mind that change. It was still better than him throwing a damn sickle at you, so you decided to play along.
“Who says I'm no fun? You just didn't give me a proper chance to prove myself.” You responded, crossing your arms against your chest, immediately getting him to continue.
“Yeah? Well, enlighten me, then. What's so fun about you, eh…?” Gyutaro snicked, lifting one of his thin eyebrows up.
“Well, I'd say my mind is pretty sharp, I read a lot, that's why. I'm pretty good at many things, I can take care of myself, that's for sure.” You answered, trying to sound confident, just to warn a chuckle from the monster.
“Take care of yourself? Please…if I didn't follow you when ya ran away, you'd be dead. Gobbled up by wild beasts~” he smirked, showing off his sharp teeth, but this time, his smile was rather teasing. He wasn't that intimidating, it all seemed so different now.
“Trust me, I'm usually great at taking care of myself. I just never had to deal with this kind of stuff!” You tried to protest, but you gave up after hearing Gyutaro chuckling some more.
“Well, you can explain yourself as much as you like. Say, you were saying something about reading?” He murmured as if he was testing you, wanting to see how you'd answer.
“Yes. I've read a few books, actually, and they were really life-changing. Like Romeo and Juliet, one of the popular books in the west. There is a library in my town, it was truly life-saving.” You hummed, remembering all those times when the books saved you from the disappointing reality, at least for a moment. It wasn't a surprise that Gyutaro cringed a bit after hearing that, not understanding the appeal of the book you just mentioned.
“Oh, well. You're one of those people who enjoy this kind of literature? Hm…there's a ton of better books. ” Gyutaro grumbled before an idea popped up in his head. “I could show you—”
Now he had your attention. You gave him a soft nod, wondering what was about to happen. This weird tingly feeling sparked inside Gyutaro once more, but this time it was stronger. Some panic took over him as later on he led you through the long hallways of the castle before stopping in front of a particular pair of doors.
“I…uh…the castle has been storing a lot of information sources. Poetry, history, facts— it's all here. Well, you'll find out for yourself. Now, do you trust me with this?” He asked, sounding…soft, for the very first time. When he saw you nodding again, he slowly took your hands in his, leading you into the room.
“Take a look around, you should find something interesting for sure.” Gyutaro added, looking around the room as you did the same. Rows of books were visible from where you were standing. Everything was neatly placed on dark wooden shelves, bringing a sense of peace over you. The room was nice and tidy, and most importantly, filled to the brim with books.
“I have never seen so many books in my entire life…” You said softly, slowly walking around, looking at all the bookshelves surrounding you. Gyutaro gulped softly, his Adam's apple bobbed before he stepped closer to you, smiling softly. It was the very first time you saw him smile so genuinely. Earlier he'd just smirk or flash you a malicious grin, but this time his smile was soft, genuine and happy.
“You like it…?” He croaked out, feeling his heart speeding up as you slid your hands back in his. Today was the very first time you held hands with him, feeling their roughness, but also strange softness. Even if the skin was dry and calloused, it was still pleasant to hold.
“I do. It's wonderful…” When you smiled back at him right after saying that, the cursed prince felt as if something had exploded inside him, causing a pleasant warmth to spread through his whole body.
There was something more to him, now you actually could see it. Once you both came to an understanding, everything became so much better, so suddenly. You were honestly doubting if all of this was even real. He was acting like a completely different person.
It was the very first time when he felt good after…after what happened all those years ago. It still pained him to this day, everything that he's gone through, everything that was taken away from him. Looking back at it all, this room brought him a few of those painful memories back, causing his heart to ache a bit.
“You should check out some of those books…maybe you'll find something interesting.” He said softly, letting go of your hands as his smile dropped a bit. All those bad feelings began culminating in him again, he was about to start clawing at his flesh again, but he stopped himself, remembering what you said earlier. It wasn't good for him. But he was already hurting on the inside, what difference would it make if he’d be hurting on the outside too? He didn't know how to deal with all this, it was too much for him to handle at the moment. Gyutaro felt as if he was about to explode, before he felt a hand on his shoulder. You didn't move from your spot even one bit. You just stood there, looking at him with this damn concerned look on your face. He wanted to get angry and just lash out, to solve his problems the easy way, but last time he did that, you ran away from the castle straight into danger, and he didn't like that outcome.
Gyutaro was confused. He didn’t know how to act, what to do. On one hand he wanted to say something, to explain himself at least so you’d understand, but on the other hand talking about some things was just straight up painful to him, and he didn’t know how to deal with the emotions that would accompany those painful memories.
“You…don’t have to stand here like this. Go check out the books…” He muttered a bit harshly. “I said GO!”. The cursed prince immediately regretted raising his voice, after all, he made it without getting aggressive so far, and now it was all lost as he saw you slightly tensing up at his harsh command. Gyutaro took a step away, backing up against the wall, wanting to hide in a corner and just sit there, sulking.
“I’m sorry…” He muttered out, losing some of his previous confidence. He didn’t like looking at you when you were scared, it just brought more pain. You reminded him so much of the past, without even looking like the person that was dearest to him. How did this even work?! All the shame, hatred and disgust he felt for himself began rising in him even more ever since you arrived, ever since he didn’t treat you like his mortal enemy any more. You weren’t his enemy, that he managed to understand after some struggle. Ever since his life went downhill, he’s been wary of others, especially strangers. You weren’t a stranger, not after that night when you ran away and he saved you. If you weren’t an enemy, then were you a friend? No, he couldn’t call you a friend yet, right? He didn’t deserve to call you a friend, he didn’t deserve anything good happening to him. He deserved to be cursed, alone and in a cold, dark castle away from the outside world. That’s what Gyutaro told himself, that’s how it’s supposed to be. He would never forgive himself all the bad stuff that happened because of him, the only person he cared for was gone and it was only his fault. You’ll be gone too sooner or later, he was sure of it. Every time he has a little god-damn ray of freaking sunshine, the world will take it away from him, he will take it away from himself.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Gyutaro lifted his head up, looking at your face after he heard your voice. Did he want to talk? He wasn’t sure, he never told anyone about what happened. Douma, Akaza, Koyuki, they all knew what happened, they never brought it up because it drove Gyutaro crazy with rage when he had to go through those painful memories. He never talked about what was bugging him, so maybe it was a good moment to start? He was afraid, he was never vulnerable with anyone besides…her. How did it happen that he was scared of even mentioning her name? It was bad, he knew it was bad, so maybe, just maybe…he should face his problem.
“I do.” Gyutaro gulped, feeling himself tensing up. This will be hard for him, he knew it, but he wasn’t a coward, the prince could handle it.
“I had a sister. Her name was…Ume.” He croaked out, feeling his lower lip trembling. It was crushing him from the inside, but he kept going, wanting to try to get this off his chest.
“We weren’t born here, we weren’t meant to be royalty. Well, at least I wasn’t.” Gyutaro sighed, slightly relaxing his body, wanting to tell you everything.
“I was something you would call a street rat when I was a child. A beggar. Nobody, a damn, worthless nobody. I was truly a pathetic sight, at least until Ume was born. My little sister was absolutely gorgeous, a little angel. She was my pride and joy, you better believe it. Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to give her the life she deserved. We were lucky to even have dinner sometimes, but all that changed when royalty showed up in this damn hellhole I called my home. I think it was just my sick luck, but a powerful ruler took a liking to me, praising me for my strength and values. My little sister and I were brought to this castle, adopted and raised into becoming royals ourselves. No one outside this damn castle knew about this, so I could finally get something out of my life and not worry about anyone destroying it. My sister was happy too, she was always my little princess, and now I was able to treat her like one, proving to her and myself that I wasn’t a shitty brother after all. She grew up to be a bit harsh, just like her brother…but I loved her too much to care that I was a bad influence. The man who took us in began teaching me his ways, making me into something far greater than I could ever become solely on my own. I would fight for him, kill for him, destroy for him, well, at least he thought I was doing it for him. I still remember the disappointment and anger on his face when instead of joining him in battle, I rushed back home to my sister. That man understood that my sister was my priority. That’s when he left. I never understood why, where or how. No one did. That man just disappeared, maybe creating another kingdom for himself somewhere else…” Gyutaro huffed, looking at your face as you listened to him. Not wanting to keep you curious, he continued.
“That’s when everything became shitty for us. When Master disappeared, I took his place. Our lands became a common target, making me go over to slaughter all those who dared to try and take away what was now mine. I was away from home so often, My sister was left without my protection and then…” He paused, gulping softly as his eyes glazed with tears. He didn’t want to let them fall, but he failed. “Then they burned her.” He growled, tightening his fists.
“Our castle was of course defended, but a damn samurai sneaked in with the help of Ume’s maid. I came back just in time to kill them both, but my sister was long gone afterwards. I couldn’t find her body…there was no sign of her…and then another night a woman came and….” He paused again, turning his head away.
“The rest is not important.” He gulped, wanting to just go and mourn it all alone…but he felt a pair of arms wrapping around him. Gyutaro let out a small, surprised groan as you hugged him. For a moment he wasn’t sure what to do, but after a few seconds he hugged you back, letting out a pained sniffle, letting himself let some of that pain out.
“If I was quick enough and…if I…’’ He mumbled before you shushed him, causing him to hug you tighter.
“You did all you could.” You cooed, snuggling up closer to him, trying to ease some of his pain. Even if he wouldn’t get over something so traumatic in one day, you could already see some improvement. He wasn’t bottling up his emotions any more, at least not as much as before.
“I never regretted anything in my life. I don’t regret what I became, I don’t regret being a monster at all, damn, I even like what I am now. But I can’t forgive myself failing her. I’m ashamed that by becoming who I am now, I influenced her in a bad way…”
You sat with Gyutaro for a longer time period after that. It was the first time he got any type of emotional support. He sat there with you, curled up, looking almost like a sad kitten as you tried to console him. He listened to your voice as you read him books, trying to put him at ease. After what he told you, you finally understood him a little, he was hurting greatly. To be honest, you both missed someone you loved very much. You could see the monster slowly calming down, listening to your voice as you occasionally stroked his hair or back, bringing him the comfort he very much needed.
After that day, things changed. Gyutaro began acting like someone else entirely, if it was even possible for him. Well, he wasn’t a brand-new person of course, but he became calmer, softer and kinder when it came to you. You could say that you began filling up the void he had in himself. Gyutaro found a safe space of sorts by your side, making him grow a bit attached to you. You never expected to become friends with him, but it happened somehow. You two would take walks around the garden, read in the library together; well, it was you who was reading. Gyutaro would often just listen and fall asleep to the sound of your voice, which never failed to lull him into peaceful slumber. He became less tense when around you, finally feeling safe himself. Having dinner with him became a pleasure instead of a nightmare like before, slowly you began noticing his other, good traits. He was protective, playful, quite sly, but at the same time a bit self-conscious. Seeing him light up after every praise he got from you was truly heart-warming. Maybe you really did it? Maybe you really tamed this damn monster? No…you’d never say that you tamed Gyutaro. You made him your friend, there was no taming needed. He was no wild animal, he was a person. A person you grew to slowly appreciate.
For the first time in a very long time, you felt happy and at peace. Finally living your best life for at least a moment. Every day seemed so peaceful and relaxing, having him by your side as you two walked through the garden which was covered in snow. Your conversations became more and more interesting and personal over time and you didn't have to fish for information that much. Learning more about him came in naturally now, without every attempt on getting any sort of information ending up in a heated argument or a life threatening adventure. Things were just as they should be.
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“What are you reading?” You hummed, coming up to Gyutaro and sitting down next to him. The cursed prince quickly put the book away, shifting his attention to you almost immediately.
“Eh… Nothing important...” He croaked out, lowering his head a bit. You looked at him and then at the little book in his hands.
“Is that a romance novel?” You asked with a small smile, seeing Gyutaro blush a bit in embarrassment, not really knowing how to respond.
“I guess…” He muttered, soon enough gulping softly as you leaned against him a bit.
“I’m happy that you’re trying out something new.” A soft sigh left your lips when you two sat like this together, enjoying the silence. Well, the silence didn’t last long because Douma screamed loudly, running away as Akaza chased after him. A soft chuckle left your lips and soon enough Gyutaro did the same. His laugh became precious to you with time, it wasn’t a cruel cackle any more, at least. Well, he still sounders as if he smoked 50 cigarettes a day, but you didn’t mind.
“They know how to have fun…” You smiled, looking up at Gyutaro who's lips also formed a tiny grin.
“I suppose so…but when I enter the room, laughter magically dies.” He exhaled heavily, resting his chin on his hand.
“I guess I know what you mean. I get the same treatment back home. People would often call me funny…but it wasn’t a complement. It makes you lonely at some point, just like in your castle. Gyutaro perked up almost immediately, giving you a puzzled look.
“For real? Aww, man…that sucks. Your village is straight up terrible.” He snickered, making you roll your eyes and nudge his shoulder playfully.
‘’But, you make the loneliness go away.” You added, causing Gyutaro to look at you with a serious look on his face. His heart slowly melted at the statement, making him lean against you as well, just like you leaned against him.
“Same goes for you. You make it all better...” He sighed quietly, rubbing the back of his neck with a sheepish, crooked smile on his face
“Really?” When you asked him that, Gyutaro nodded, agreeing immediately with what he just said.
“Yeah…really.” He repeated.
Silence fell over you two again, but you didn't seem to mind. It was comfortable. When he was around, silence was never a problem.
But little did you know that some stuff started happening behind your back. Oh, it was Douma's clever plan on supporting Gyutaro from the shadows. Well, as much as he loved to be in the spotlight, Akaza was making sure that everything was going just right. Every dinner had to be perfect and feel a bit like a date, every alone time you and Gyutaro got had to be quiet, perfect and romantic. Well, there was nothing to lose. The rose was slowly losing it's petals, time was running out, so something had to be done. The biggest surprise was planned to happen in a few days, the grand finale! Everyone was already working hard on bringing their fantasy to life. When you weren't looking, Gyutaro himself made sure that every detail was perfect. That night would be something you'll never forget, and it had to be grand, luxurious and beautiful, a date like no other.
The curse will be broken, and everyone in the castle planned on making sure of it, there was no doubt.
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And we're done! I hope you didn't mind the wait. I don't want to disappoint anyone tbh. Believe it or not, but I'm really damn conscious about this fic since it's the first one that I posted online ( ≧Д≦)
Anyways! Have a good day/night!
#silly stuff#demon slayer#kny#gyutaro#gyutaro shabana#gyutaro x reader#gyutaro x y/n#im in your walls
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NSFW Jester Headcanons
Warning: NSFW | Minors DNI
The moment of truth.. Here we have Jester NSFW headcanons (again: trying to stick to his personality)
- Sorry if there is any grammar error anyways enjoy
• Dig Bick energy ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°), high stamina, size is 5.2 when relaxed, 6.2 inch when erecte (quite long), veins show, it's not skinny or thick, it's just right (disclaimer: sticking to realistic dick size)
• Shaves his pubes, keeps it well just for you, overall pretty clean guy
• Assuming he eats healthy, his cum is pretty tasty
• It turns him on when you hump him, especially while he is at his desk and you sit on top of him
• Jester's most sensitive body part is the lower abdomen and neck
• He doesn't masturbate he has you ;)
• He appreciates it when you offer him a blow whenever you notice he is stressed with his work
• Being Jester's girlfriend means good sex and because he loves you he would say things like let's make love tonight rather than let's have sex and yes there is a difference
• How to get Jester in the mood? EZ catch him off his guard, wear something revealing, lick a lollipop, find an excuse to 'unintentionally' touch him on his thighs or chest, kiss his neck.
• How he hints that he wants to fuck you? He'll give you a grin, makes eye contact, being direct, or he could also approach you and kiss you on the neck while touching your hips and pulling you closer to him, feeling his crotch. When's in the mood shit gets real
• Jester is a big teaser loves edging you. Lots of sexual play. Fun sex, romantic, you'll never get bored
• Kinky as hell - dominance, discipline, masochism, sensation games (wax, ice cubes) sometimes bondage, enjoys testing out new positions
• He fucking loves it when strip for him. Even you feel embarrassed he assures you that you're doing good and that he is enjoying it (see the image on top to see his reaction 😂)
• You guys do it mostly in the bed, other times in the shower, hot springs or his office (pins you to the wall)
• Jester is not that loud but sometimes he is
• Lots of panting, suuuuuuper low moans, groans, yelling "You like that" "I'm cuming" Weird and embarrassing high-pitched squeals, words of encouragement, HEAVY BREATHING
• So sweaty and exhausted after he's done but that won't stop him. Give him a 5 minute break and he is back on his feet. He always asks "Are you okay" "Do you need anything" making sure that you're okay
• This. Guy. Loves. Enjoy. Lives For It. Making. You. Squirt
• When he eats you out he makes sure to make eye contact with you, sometimes he won't let you cum thats just his way of teasing. He wants you to cum when he's inside of you
• His favorite position is when you ride him it arouses him even more, growing inside you
• It's clear that Jester is a kind gentleman despite his clown like attitude (writen in his official charac profile) he is pretty much calm and relaxed so expect nice aftercare like cuddling and falling asleep together, taking a warm bath and drinking wine
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“this is a one time thing” x Secondo
but he lied ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Outta the box thinking on this one. I'm proud of myself. I hope you enjoy. He won't ever admit it though.
Denying Denial (Secondo x Reader)
Secondo x Reader || Bondage || Orgasm Denial || Dom and Sub || WC: 2421
You watch with fascination as his hairy arms strain. His well-toned and well-earned muscles flex, the cords of his arms becoming prominent and tone bulging, but it’s still not enough to break him loose, only instead serving to make you wetter. He sucks in a deep breath through his nose, nostrils flaring. At the edge of the bed frame, looped through the wooden bars is the shining metal of stainless steel handcuffs, keeping his firsts and arms firmly secured above his head.
He looks amazing when he's wrecked. His cheeks flushed a dusty pink that led down his neck and hid behind the hair of his chest. You smirks and run your hand through it, using your nails to scratch down and catch against the spindly strands. You earn a frustrated but pleased moan and glance back up to his face to see his eyes half-closed. His pupils dominated, full blow and just the barest hint of white glowing in his left eye, even in the bright light of the room. It shows just how much his emotions are getting the better of him.
There's a small amount of sweat beading at his temples, and if he were wearing his paint, it would be a mess. Not today, though. You wanted to see that flush and flush he does.
You can see the veins of his neck flex as he pulls his arms against the bonds and tries to free himself. But you bought these handcuffs to be able to withstand the strain, to keep him firmly in place no matter what, and only the key be able to release him. The metal clicks against the wood bars but nothing more. They're good quality, you paid good money for them to be. There is no way he's breaking out of them.
But how did you manage to get them on?
He gave you full consent to take advantage of him in his sleep. He said he’d loved to wake up to a surprise. What a pain that turned out to be. Still, though, he can’t say he regrets it too much.
The haze of sleep had been warm as dreams still circled in his head and kept him firmly unconscious. But they had suddenly gone from peaceful to suffocating. Hazey and only at the cups of waking up, they melded from pleasant to stifling. Even asleep, he could feel the tension building in his lower abdomen that told him he was hard, that he was at full mast against the sheets and throbbing as the wisps of his dream turned into you. You and your wet cunt clenching at his cock and milking him. He had lifted his hips, sleep fucking and trying to find a sense of relief as in his dream he fucked you against the wall, the matress, hiked on the bathroom counter and swallowing your moans with his mouth.
There was slick, wet, hot, heat that seemed almost too real for a dream.
That’s when he woke up to discover his cock underneath your drenched cunt as you worked him back and forth across his stomach. His shaft pinned under and your juices keeping him nice and wet, added with a few squirts of the water based lube, pressed against your leg, keeping things nice and slick as you slide yourself against him.
“Cat got your tongue?” You goad with a cocky smile, and he went to grab you by the hips, to rock you harder against him before sliding himself to the hilt inside you molten and gummy heat. That’s when he found himself bound and his mood immediately sour. That was not part of the deal. He bares his teeth at you viciously like a wild dog. You breathing, unlike his, was even and controlled as he strains below the silk drags of your cunt.
His body betrays him, a full shudder running through him like he was hit with a splash of cold water. You angle your hips and snag the dip of your clit against the gland of his head and circle, moaning from your own action and teasing him as much as you were teasing yourself.
You arch your back and then rest your palms over his thigh before bearing down harder. His wrists jerk again against the handcuffs, and you laugh as they hold him fast. A low throaty grumble from his chest causes a giddy laugh to hiccup past your lips. You smile softly down at him, a stark contrast to his venomous glare.
He then rolls his hips, making you moan as his cockhead swipes under your clit through your puffy and tender folds. He then realizes that you're as sensitive as he is and wonders just how long you’ve been at this since he was asleep.
He feels tension building in his loins, ready to snap, and plants his feet on the bed to give a thrust. Then snarls as you lift off of him, crouching over him by your knees and taking a deep breath.
“Nu’uh. It's not happening.” You snicker, and his mouth drops open in shock at your denial of him. He goes to mouth off, to curse you out and call you that one word you hate but chokes on his arguments as you reach down a hand between your legs and grab him firmly by his weeping cock. It’s hard enough that he winces and feels his release shrivel up and simmer down.
Then you let him go, and softly skirt your index finger along the thick and prominent vein on the underside of his dick. It’s barely a touch, a featherlight tickle that has him laying his head back and clenching his teeth. It’s the exact opposite of what he needs, and you know it.
You hover him for a few seconds, the both of you breathing laboriously until your pace slows down, and you once again lower yourself over him.
“Fuck!” He spits as you angle his cock back down over his stomach, pin him, and start to grind against him once more. His arms tense, chest and abs pulling taut before he once again rocks up against you with a smooth roll of his hips. You allow it this time, moaning as his ruddy and red cockhead bumps against your clit perfectly. He then jerks his hips to the side, trying to get more access but you carefully and firmly bare down.
“Satanas, you feel so good.” You praise him despite denying him what he wants most. He shudders, knees still bent up behind you for better purchase. You yourself use them for better purchase, swinging your arms up against his knees. You then dip lower, just above his sac before dragging smoothly up to the head of his cock. You hiccup with pleasure and watch with your eyes half-lidded in pleasure. You smirk when you see a small string of precum shoot from the slit of his cock and dip your fingers into the mess before brining it up to your mouth and lathing your tongue over it.
He watches in horny frustration as you suck your finger into your mouth and remove it with a loud pop.
“Rough and hard is nice and all, but isn’t it so much fun to take things nice and slow?” You tease him, repeating firm motions. You're absolutely soaked, you’re using lube, yes, but he has this suspicion that it was just used to get you started, that it’s your juices mostly keeping things wet. He wouldn’t be surprised. You run like a faucet when you get worked up enough. It enough to get him throbbing again against your folds, and you once more lift off of him.
"Cazzo! Dammit!" He curses and tries to roll upwards against you, but you're not having it. You bear your arms down against his knees and use him as balance to keep yourself aloft, denying him once more.
You giggle as he arches his back and tries to chase you, but instead, you lower yourself to rest on his abdomen
He snarls, frustrated.
"Cara, I want to come sometime today." He grumbles as you smirk.
"How nicely do you wanna ask me for it?" You smugly ask him and watch as his eyes widen before his brows lower in a glare. You hold your ground, unintimidated by his scowl.
"When I get out of these I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't walk straight for days." He snarls and pulls at the handcuffs again.
Your head instantly snaps to them when you hear the wood of the frame creak, and yet it holds firm. Cocky once again and feeling another time has pass for his climax to die back down, you thumb at the bulbous, heavy, and red head of his cock.
"I’ll handcuff you to the bed. Leave you with that pretty red vibrator you like in your cunt, buzzing on its lowest setting and go on for the rest of my day. I’ll have you begging for it and then we'll see how you like being denied!" He threatens and you laugh.
"That's nice to hear, but it's still not gonna get you what you want at the moment." You lower yourself back down against his cock. You wonder if perhaps next time you could get a cock ring on him. If you could manage this for longer than an hour. It’s already been a good twenty minutes and you feel like, with just a little bit more, he might crack.
You know you’ve won when he closes his eyes. The stress wrinkles in his forehead, smoothing out, as he takes a steady, uncharacteristic of the moment, unbroken and strong breath through his nose, and then slowly blows it out his mouth. He’s reached zen, he’s made peace with it. He doesn’t like doing this because he’s the one in control. He’s the one that takes change. He hates letting that go, but you leave him no choice. You grin at his action, knowing you’ve won.
Whether he means the handcuffs or allowing you to Dom, is a little vague, but Secondo practically spits it, and you smiled. Such a tomcat. Then he licks his lips and gives you the most pleading look, breaking out his best attempt at puppy eyes.
"Listen carefully, mia.” He then opens his eyes to level you with a stone serious stare. “This is a one-time thing."
"Please."
A face he would have pulled off if not for the amount of venom in his voice. But, you’ll grant him credit, he did ask politely.
“That’s the magic word.” You chuckle and slowly push yourself back across his lap. You turn your hips just so and thrust backward. His cock penetrates your cunt, and he glides into your tight channel until you're stuffed to the brim. It’s so smooth and quick that it puts you in a tearful gaze and snatches a gasp from your throat.
You’re not the only one sucking in air. Secondo has his teeth bared, grit and jaw clenched hard as he breathes through his teeth, his back arching nearly in half off the bed. He then grinds his teeth, glares one more time, and starts to mercilessly fuck into you.
He inhales, both your breathing choppy and uneven, you watch him work his jaw, and the sweat that had built up on his forehead runs down the side of his face. A sharp shriek bounces out of your throat as he brushes against that delightful gland inside of you.
“Fuck!” You moan and follow his rhythm, rocking back against the upwards juts of his hips. You feel him throbbing against your walls, practically able to feel his pulse. Then the curling iron hot spring in your lower gut starts to form. You sob and your hands grip at his knees for leverage as you start to fuck the seat of his hip.
Secondo grunts, fisting the bedframe and now using it to his advantage, uncaring that the headboard now bumps loudly against the wall with your strong thrusts. His eyes fluttering on your form, not settling on one place for too long, taking in all of you. Then it locks with your conjoined bodies, watching your cunt as you ride him with a kind of ferocity he’s not seen from you before. But then again, you’ve been denying yourself as much as you’ve been denying him.
He manages to get you to sob again with a hard buck of his hips. Your face is blooming red, blood rushing to your cheeks, and your pace turning fast and manic as you both equally and manically chase for the end. Secondo’s white eye twitches as he watches his cock sheathing inside of you, each grind only making his dick jump inside of you and now, as much as he wants it, he can’t seem to reach it.
“Fuck’s sake! Please!!” As though you're still denying him and then finally, finally…
A noise is pulled from him that sounds nearly like a dying animal as he rolls his head back against the pillow and shoves himself as hard and high into you as possible. He choked, sucking in a deep breath, before groaning again. A grimace crosses his face as his eyes roll back, nearly looking pained.
You, however, are still going, mashing yourself hard into his lap as you try to reach your own end. You hear the clatter of the handcuffs as he pushes through the painful bliss of your searching bounces.
And then, you yourself reach your end. Your body clamps down on his cock, and you convulse in his lap, legs shuddering around his thighs and nails digging into his knees for something to anchor yourself down on. You pant, trying to catch your breath, and glance down at him, smirking when you see what looks to be a tear track down one side of his cheek.
You smile, nearly brain dead and move off his cock to reach for the bedside table, grabbing the key to the cuffs and carefully unlocking and freeing him.
You half expect him to grab you and go another round, but instead, he grabs you and rolls over to his side, taking you with him to lay down.
“Just once?” You ask him, double checking if maybe you really fucked up any other chance of getting to Dom again.
He grunts, pressing you close to his chest and nuzzling his face into your hair. Besides his little noise, he is quiet, simply taking in and enjoying your solid presence.
Well, it wasn’t a ‘No’.
#secondo x reader#papa emeritus ii x reader#papa emeritus ii#secondo#ghost the band#the band ghost#ghost band#reader insert#dee writes#dee answers
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Hibari you say? I headcanon that he’s actually into shorter girls because they remind him of ‘cuteness’. He is traditional and I’m sure he’s into kawaii kink ;)
minors, don't interact
Hello, lovely~
Well, when it comes to Hibari Kyoya we can't deny that he's a traditional man. Doesn't mean that he's all that traditional in bed though ( ͡ ͡° ͜ ʖ ͡ ͡°)
Kyoya definitely likes when his s/o is wearing a dress. He likes cute things, he likes you. He likes this little line of skin showing between the hem of your skirt and stockings. Makes him hard to concentrate on anything you're saying.
Omggg do you think he likes to roleplay this disciplinary thing where you pretend to wear a skirt shorter than it's allowed and he has to measure the length of your skirt, get "disappointed" and punish you for not following his rules? 😏
Mhm, this moment when he hovers over you, you slightly trembling from being equally nervous and aroused.
"Are you not afraid I'll bite you to death, my little bunny?" he murmurs, as his teeth glaze over your neck.
You want to answer something but then you feel his cold fingers creeping up your inner thigh, his knee pushing between your legs. A whimper of excitement escapes your lips.
"I take it as a yes," you feel his hot breath on your cheek, right before he presses your lips together, his tongue slithering inside.
Your kiss is hot, passionate, animalistic even. Just like Kyoya is.
mrrrrr, I'm not going to write the full version but it made me remember that i actually love hibari 🥺
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WIP Wednesday
Since I didn't tease last week, here's another excerpt from my ongoing Hotch/Reid fic. I teased this one a few weeks back.
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Hoping to post this one either this coming weekend or the next. Work is just... work so I'm working on whichever wip I feel like doing. >__<
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Spencer liked these late nights, when it was just him and Hotch in the office. There was something oddly intimate with the office only having the two of them. Sometimes he worked in Hotch’s office to feel a little less alone. And seeing the older man’s shoulders loosen whenever he kept him company warmed his insides.
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how about… some makeup sex with mr. starphase? maybe even one of his guilty pleasures, me thinks. whether or not it was fully on purpose, how would he take control of the situation? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Heh heh... ;P
Steven sat on the couch, deeply regretting the harsh words exchanged. More so how you had barely managed to hold your tears back as you rightfully told him off about spending so much time at work. Seeing you on the verge of breaking down was almost too much, Steven would have apologized on the spot had you not turned on your heel to march off to the bedroom.
But right now, he felt like he needed to do something. Anything to smooth over this whole situation. He was raised to be a gentleman after all, and taught to never go to bed angry at that.
With a completely tired heave-ho, Steven was up off the couch and trudging up the stairs to the bedroom. He hoped the door wouldn't be locked, that you were still up. Even if it was a bit on the later side, Steven wanted to make this up to you and at least clear the air.
He'd still sleep on the couch if you weren't ready to forgive him...
Seeing that the bedroom door hadn't been shut all the way, Steven was a little hopeful that you might still be awake. He knocked lightly, just barely nudging the door open with his fist. Even after the tired "What?" from you, Steven hesitated to peek inside.
"I wanted to check on you, mi Amor." He slowly pushed the door open, "Make sure you were okay."
"I'm fine." You huffed bluntly, rolling to face him. The evidence of your crying all over your face, only serving to worsen the guilt he felt.
There was a nagging feeling in the back of Steven's mind, something telling him to just let this go. To walk away and talk this out in the morning. But he was dead set against such a choice, Steven wanted to make things right. No matter what it took.
"Are you sure? I'm right here. We could talk. Or I could get you something to drink? Something to nibble on? Maybe I could cook up a small dish of chicken mole? Anything?"
"No, I said I'm fine."
Steven wouldn't show it, but that really irked him to no end. He understood the hurt feelings, the passive-aggressive tendencies, even the dismissal of something to eat given how late it was, but all of it still dug at him in a weird way. Steven was trying to be sympathetic, he really, truly was, but he didn't know what else to do if you wouldn't talk to him a little.
Instead of waiting for an answer, he tried to figure out the root of the problem as he took half-tentative steps toward the bed. Clearing his mind, and his heart, so he could assess the situation and figure out the best course of action. Though it pained him, you were justified in thinking he prioritized work over the relationship, if only he could tell you why he chose to keep late hours on the job.
If only he could make you understand that his goal was to protect you.
One devilish idea crossed his mind, and it was well worth a shot at this point. Steven effortlessly swung a leg over top of you, covers and all, pinning you on your side. Even in your temperamental state of mind, you couldn't help the steady flush of color across your face.
While it wasn't exactly what you were thinking about at the time, you wouldn't say 'no' either. Just as soon as Steven let you wiggle enough to roll over. But that didn't seem to be happening anytime soon.
Not when Steven was taking his time, brush your hair out of the way. Planting soft kisses slowly along your shoulder, leaning down just the right way to squish you without hurting as he worked his way up your neck. He was determined to make this special, and to prove you slightly wrong about his feelings toward your relationship.
He needed you to know how he felt.
The soft whine easing out of your throat only spurred Steven on. He bit on your earlobe gently.
"Mi Amor." He purred between his teeth, "You know I don't want to go to bed angry. Please, let me make things up to you. Please."
The shivers that raced down your spine were wildly violent. You could barely make a sound, let alone speak. Nodding quickly, the rising color on your face giving away exactly how you felt, Steven quickly and carefully pulled the covers off you.
Shrinking back from the sudden chill, Steven didn't waste a second pinning you to the bed. Teasing you in a way only he really knew how, at least in your opinion. Slow hands gently squeezing in odd places, his lips kissing at very sensitive areas. Areas you never thought about, being so lovingly caressed and kissed.
Your body yearned for Steven's, you wanted him right now. Whatever you had been upset with him for didn't matter anymore. You just wanted him.
Seeing you like this, Steven couldn't help himself. A very sudden thrust into you, making you yelp and try to jump away from him. Only for Steven to calm you by nuzzling against your neck, planting messy kisses... just about biting you. He was determined to leave a few love bruises, mark you as his.
The bed creaked under the weight of the soft, yet vigorous thumping. Practically yelling in a mix of pleasure and pain as you gripped Steven's shoulders hard. As much as you tried not to claw, there would be tiny bruises by morning.
"Steven!!!!!" "[Name]!"
The room went silent save for the heavy panting. Steven had just barely managed to catch himself against the headboard. Ever thankfully that the walls of the apartment were indeed sound-proof. With a little shaking, and a tired heave-ho, Steven flopped over on the other side of the bed. Airing out over top the covers before tugging them over. Beckoning you into his open arms under the blankets.
Delighted when you snuggled close, nudging your head under his chin.
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LETS GOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! POGGIES!!!!! BABAGABOOSH!!!!!! BIG F!!!!!
"Alexander, on the other hand, seemed to have an unusual spring in his step[...]" I'm imagining him walking around like a happy sim and it's making me cackle a little bit. Omg imagine them all in the sims!! ...I kinda wanna do that now.
OMFG FITZ DON'T GIVE HIM A JUMPSCARE LIKE THAT!!! I mean, that certainly is a way to make one hell of a first impression-- BUT STILL-- also I see what the tw tags mean by "kidnapping" now lmfao
Ope-- welp, delicious soup has been achieved, my friend. Great job! Also, I love the little callback to Oliver's trigger word there.
"[...] the face of a con-man who knew he was going to get away with it." Lmfao ofc he knows. Fitz is a smug little bastard and I love him for that. ✨Girlboss✨
THEIR BANTER THO ISBSJSBSNSJA
Poor Oliver, the poor guy is so fucked up rn lmao
Oh god-- how much delicious soup are you going to serve tonight? Holy shit-- is this another ultimate soup?
THANK YOU LEX I WAS ABOUT TO SAY-- I WAS LIKE "OH, ARE WE REALLY GONNA BE DOING THIS IN PUBLIC?! GOD DAMN--"
I love present day Fitz, this was worth it.
"Miserable and more!" Omfg he's so dramatic. Absolute drama queen. Like-- draped across the futon with a hand on the forehead levels of drama. He IS the drama. Drama personified = Fitz. Got it. (Makes sense. Checks out.)
God damn Fitz, you should've been more careful at the docks! Now you have Oliver craving the high of your touch! What's gonna happen to him when you leave, huh? He's gonna miss you too much, it's gonna make him all sad!!
Damn-- I can already tell that there's definitely going to be some... interesting things happening in that bedroom tonight.
"We just have some… matters to attend to."
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Ope-- there they go-- have fun, you two.
Awwww poor jealous Oliver noooo D:
"Oliver led Roger into the kitchen, casting one last glance up the stairs, wondering what his master and his master's friend were doing now." ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) *indecent cackling*
Oh this was so worth the wait. Genuinely can't wait for the upcoming present day chapters. Especially the one where the two are gonna tag team on Oliver. The poor guy is completely screwed.
It's interesting seeing how Oliver was at the beginning, with his normal rational fear of all of this, and how he is now, borderline addicted to the euphoric high he's getting from the hypnosis. Love this little spiral he's going down. Love that he's already gone way too far to get back out now.
Why am I getting Hole Dwelling vibes from this?? (Hole Dwelling is a vocaloid song by Kikuo. Here's the original version, and here's a translated version) (edit: oh hey! The person who made the translated version has a tumblr! @gumiworms! Hello if you see this, I love that english cover you made! I feel like that's a rare statement for me to make btw, because it can be incredibly difficult to keep the essence of the original meaning when translating something like this, but you did it so well!!! Anygay-- sorry for the ping, just wanted to shout you out! Hope you have a great day/night/life!)
"Fall with me, come on and fall with me, into the dark and scary hole inside the bottom of the sea..."
"Fall with me, come on and fall with me, into the place that it is taking us, wherever that may be..."
The Rare Bookseller Part 60: Fitz's Arrival
Prev > Masterlist
tw: mind control, "kidnapping"
October 1925
The fog was thick and foreboding, the night chill and damp, as Alexander and Oliver made their way to the harbor district. Oliver was bundled in a fine wool coat lined with fur, a thick scarf and a practical hat, all provided by his master for his comfort, but he still felt a bit of the chill. Or perhaps it wasn't the weather at all, but his trepidation at meeting another vampire -- although this was, at least, one that his master trusted.
Alexander, on the other hand, seemed to have an unusual spring in his step despite the gloomy weather. Oliver thought that it might be the first time he'd noticed his master humming when it wasn't for the purpose of enthrallment. He'd been quite eager to get Oliver out the door, as well, explaining that his companion might get bored if he were left to wait long.
And so they were here on the docks with only a few dim gas lamps and a waning moon to keep Oliver from being as unable to see as when his eyes had been forced shut. Alexander had no such trouble, leading Oliver through the maze of crates and workers with ease.
"Hm, I thought he would be around here," said Alexander, brow furrowed. "Oliver, you wait here for a moment while I look around."
The last thing Oliver wanted was to be left alone in the dark. "But sir --"
A hand clapped over his mouth, an arm wrapped around him, and he was pulled backwards into the fog.
"Now, don't you worry," said a low, persuasive voice very near his ear. "You've got nothing to worry about. Trust me."
Oliver let out a muffled cry, hoping his master could hear, as he kicked at his assailant. He was unnaturally strong and the hand on his face was freezing cold -- a vampire, no doubt. His master's friend? But why would his master's friend…
"Ooh, you're more feisty than I expected. Just relax, okay? I'm not going to hurt you. Just relax…"
The hand on his face didn't feel cold any more, quite the opposite. A sensation of delicious warmth seemed to be radiating from the vampire, dulling Oliver's senses and enticing him to be at ease.
"There you go! Just be quiet," he said in a tone that made it very clear he knew the effect it would have on Oliver. "You can be quiet for me, can't you? So, so quiet…"
Oliver struggled to fight the twin effects of the euphoric touch and repeated hypnotic triggers, but he was rapidly losing. All his mind wanted to do was sink into this feeling of delicious drowsiness. "Master…" he called weakly.
"I told you, don't worry. Your master knows exactly where you are. Everything is going to be fine," said the vampire, and Oliver couldn't help but believe him. He certainly felt like everything was going to be fine as he slumped over in the stranger's arms.
The vampire removed his hand from Oliver's face, pinning him against a warehouse wall and running a gentle hand down his cheek and through his hair. The touch felt like nothing Oliver had experienced before, like cool, fresh water given to a parched man, drinking it in as much as he could and still not having enough. As the vampire became barely visible in the dim light, Oliver could see golden hair and a brash, confident grin, the face of a con-man who knew he was going to get away with it. He pressed his head into the vampire's hand, trying to get more of the heavenly touch, eyes half-lidded and already far gone.
"You were right, Lex," said the vampire. "He's absolutely ideal, a real treasure."
"Just as I told you." Alexander emerged from the fog. He looked calm, even happy, even though his thrall was currently very much in the clutches of another vampire. Even through Oliver's daze, he realized that this vampire really must be his master's friend, Fitz. "Have you had your fill of terrorizing poor Oliver, yet?"
"Terrorizing?" Fitz's laugh was as untrustworthy as his smile. "Why, Lex, I would never! Does your Oliver look terrorized to you?" He was practically pressed against Oliver now, brushing Oliver's hair from his eyes, running a finger down the side of his face and letting it linger on his lips.
Oliver could feel the euphoric delight of Fitz's touch even more strongly now, and with his master safely nearby and unconcerned, any desire he had to resist gave way to pleasure. "Mmm," he said, not even fully aware of how shamelessly he was nuzzling into Fitz's hand. His mind was fading away, only able to focus on how he needed more.
"You see, he's not terrorized at all. Are you, Oliver? Are you scared of me?"
"No, sir," he said, blinking slowly. "Not at all."
"I suppose you're all right then, aren't you?" said Alexander, and his master was at his side now, running his hand through Oliver's hair.
Oliver thought he might melt in this spot from the sheer pleasure, his knees growing weak. "I'm all right, sir," he said dreamily.
"Good boy," Fitz murmured into his ear. "You're very good for your master, aren't you?"
"I want to please him more than anything, sir…"
"Fitz," said Alexander with a hint of warning. "Do you really want to do this on a filthy, cold dock, when we could be entrancing Oliver in my library or bedroom?"
An involuntary shudder rippled through Oliver at the prospect of being taken into his master's bedroom to be entranced by him and his friend.
Fitz let out a dramatic mock sigh. "You have a point. I guess if I've been waiting this long, I can wait a little longer. Besides, I haven't greeted you properly yet."
"What do you mean…?"
Fitz relinquished his grasp on Oliver and scooped Alexander into his arms, twirling him around as though they were schoolchildren. Oliver shook himself a bit out of his trance to watch them. Alexander had a genuinely bright smile on his face in a way Oliver had never seen before, not even when Oliver was a free man and a shopkeep providing Alexander with a long sought after book, not even when his master drank. They kissed, and the kisses drew lower, down each other's necks…
So this was what truly pleased his master. Was it jealousy he felt? Perhaps he'd become used to being the center of Alexander's world, a comfort in captivity.
"They're always like this."
Oliver yelped at the voice right behind him, turning around to see a taller man with a plain brown suit and equally plain brown hair. He was dragging a huge steamer trunk behind him, and Oliver wasn't sure how he didn't hear this man's approach.
"Sorry, I didn't meant to startle you," he said. "You must be Oliver. I'm Roger, and I belong to the vampire you just… well, I suppose "met" isn't exactly the right word for it."
"Oh! You're a thrall, too?" Oliver was pleased that Fitz had brought along a thrall for him to talk to, especially one who seemed very put together. He held out his hand to shake. "It's good to meet you!"
Roger's handshake was firm. "Likewise. I hope my master's prank wasn't too troublesome."
"Well, it was surprising… but I can see now that he wasn't going to harm me."
Fitz, having put Alexander back on the ground, wrapped an arm around Roger. "My ears are burning. Are you talking about me?"
"I just think that you didn't have to manhandle Oliver by way of greeting, sir."
"How could I resist? You just don't understand how blood like yours and Oliver's smells. If you were in my shoes, you couldn't resist, either," He turned to Oliver. "But I guess I didn't properly introduce myself. I'm Fitz, an old friend of your master's."
"Nice to meet you, sir," said Oliver, shaking Fitz's outstretched hand. "My master told me a bit about you."
"About how handsome and charming I am, no doubt," said Fitz, using the contact to pull Oliver closer. Oliver could feel the drowsy trance stealing over him again as he mindlessly shook Fitz's hand.
"Perhaps, but also about how you can't leave well enough alone." Alexander's hands closed around Oliver's shoulders, and he gently pulled him away from Fitz. "We should head back to the manor, not stand on the docks until the sun comes up."
"Of course." Fitz flashed a cheeky smile at Oliver, and Oliver couldn't quite make up his mind about this vampire. He could feel himself crave more of that touch, and wasn't sure he liked the hold it already had on him.
"You're not seriously making Roger drag your luggage, are you, when you could easily do it yourself?" Alexander asked, taking the handle of the steamer trunk from Roger.
"Roger doesn't mind. That's what thralls are for, right?"
Roger ignored him. "Thank you for taking the luggage, sir," he said to Alexander.
"It's no problem."
The group began to make their way out of the chill and foggy docks and into the slightly more hospitable city streets. "So how was your voyage, Fitz? As miserable as you made it seem?"
"Miserable and more! There was a storm the first night. The seas were so rough that I could barely even stay put in my bunk. Roger here was an absolute saint, comforting me in my hour of need."
"I believe you spent half the voyage gnawing on my neck, sir."
"Just little sips! It calms the mind, you know," said Fitz. "And how have you been, Lex? Apart from the…" He gestured towards Alexander's bandaged hand.
"Fine, apart from the unwelcome visit of my sire. But we shouldn't speak of such unhappy things now that you've arrived. This wound will heal quickly once I drink, but I was making sure to save Oliver for the both of us to share."
Fitz's arms wound around Alexander's waist. "That's very thoughtful of you. We'd better get home quickly, then."
…So they were going to drink from him shortly after arriving at the manor. Oliver tried not to feel a bit of a thrill from it. He was less scared of Fitz feeding from him after his experience on the docks.
Soon enough, they arrived back home. Fitz spread out his arms and took a deep breath. "Ahhhh, how I missed that musty old library smell."
Alexander was taking his shoes off, and as soon as he had, Fitz had him pressed up against the wall. "We're not on the docks any more, and my patience has run out." He caught Alexander with a fierce, shameless, deep kiss, one which seemed to last forever. Alexander groped at his back, pulling him closer.
Oliver stared down at the floor, mortified, not sure what he should be doing, until Roger loudly cleared his throat.
"Ah, Roger," said Fitz, entirely too casually as he came up for air. "Why don't you and Oliver entertain each other for a bit?"
"Yes, that's a good idea." Alexander seemed strained, as if pulling himself away from Fitz required all of his effort. "You can have your pick of guest rooms on the second floor - Oliver can show you to them. And if you want any refreshments, the kitchen is all yours. We just have some… matters to attend to."
"'Matters to attend to.'" Fitz laughed. "You never change, do you?"
"No, generally I don't." He swept up Fitz easily into his arms and dashed up the stairs to the third floor, Fitz laughing all the way.
Oliver watched after them with a mix of curiosity and jealousy. He'd half expected the hungry vampires to enthrall and feed from him the second they reached home, and couldn't help a bit of disappointment that they hadn't. Perhaps that would come later. No doubt Fitz would be occupying his master's bed instead of him.
"Don't you think they're a bit ridiculous?" said Roger.
"Oh… I suppose they are, yes," said Oliver. It almost seemed a bit forbidden to admit that his master could be ridiculous, even though it had crossed his mind before. If he was going to have to accompany Roger while Alexander and Fitz entertained each other, he was glad that he seemed to be a very lucid thrall, unafraid of his master. That was a good sign, too, for what sort of vampire Fitz was. "Is there anything I can get for you? I could show you to a room, or if you wanted some food or drink…"
"I'd very much appreciate food and drink, if it's not too much trouble. The ship had ample food, but the serving times weren't ideal for a nocturnal schedule."
"Of course it isn't trouble," said Oliver, pleased to be helpful. "How about a sandwich, then? The bread is yesterday's, but we have some fine ham and salami and other trimmings."
"That'll do. Thank you."
Oliver led Roger into the kitchen, casting one last glance up the stairs, wondering what his master and his master's friend were doing now.
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