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[sysig]

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[lord-shitbox]

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[masquenoire]

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[sstan-hoe]

𝐀𝐧 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — congressman!bucky barnes × journalist!fem!reader

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — interviewing congressman James Buchanan Barnes didn't seem like a big deal, if he wasn't known for getting the journalists fired...but with you...he had other ideas...

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 — SMUT: p in v, unprotected, fingerings, sir kink, kind dark, kinda not, not aftercare cuz I didn't write it, bucky barnes, yeah that's a warning, did I forget anything?

𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 — okay, yeah, I jumped in that train, but how could I not? We can all agree I'm fucking rusty, idk what this is, I didn't even know how to end it? Where is my writing talent, like look at this? well, feedback is appreciated but ehh yeah I understand if not haha, also no beta, English is not my first language, yk all that stuff

You took a deep breath, bracing yourself for the chaos that would follow in the next two hours. It was your first major interview, before all you did was write a few articles and do research. Therefore, you were even more anxious with the task you got from your boss.

Disappointing her was not an option but you knew how difficult today would be, in preparation for this moment you watched many interviews with the congressman. You observed actions of journalists he would criticise or how he would react to certain questions.

This way you were able to tell yourself it would be a great interview. All while hoping your boss was not searching for a reason to fire you and this was her way of getting rid of you.

You had set questions, which couldn’t be changed and some you weren’t even allowed to ask. So, a waterproof plan, right? Well congressman Barnes wasn’t known for his flawless interviews or his friendly answers.

No, he was rude and harsh. Many journalists before you had lost their job or swore to never interview him again – or more like weren’t allowed to come back. His answers were short and often left no room for arguments. If a reporter even messed up a tiny bit, he would immediately call them out on it.

Walking into the tall building felt like you would crumble under the pressure, everything was so massive and intimidating. Well, a place fit for a man like James Buchanan Barnes.

They checked your ID and instructions. Simply what to do and not to do, nothing new. Still, it felt like you committed a crime, after all the secruity never left you alone, which made sense as they wanted to make sure Barnes was safe.

Although, he could protect himself with that metal arm of his – also something you were under no circumstances allowed to ask about. The last one who did, has never surfaced again.

“You can sit there, he will be with you in five minutes,” a man with broad shoulders and blonde hair told you. He looked like the typical American golden boy, he did seem a bit scary, but you would bet he was a true sweetheart.

“Okay,” you answered, though he probably didn’t even hear you as he walked right out of the door again. It gave you a chance to take in the room, it wasn’t like the usual interview rooms you saw on TV, no it seemed more private and secured.

In hopes to be perfect, you set everything up. Everything had to align, the papers, the pen and water of course. You could not give him any reason to snap at you.

Just as you finished, the man of the hour stepped in with five secruity men. Barnes entrance came with an unstoppable aura, like everyone would cower under his presence and most of the time they did.

He glared at you, as if you had just called him an asshole – which you didn’t. You tried your best not to show him how much it bothered you, so you just smiled brightly at him.

“Good morning, Mr. Barnes, I’m really honoured that you agreed to this interview,” you politely said once he sat down. “You’re welcome,” he answered, voice a lot deeper than you thought and awfully sexy. How could he be single? Also, a question no one was allowed to ask, but it was unusual for a congressman to have no partner…right?

He nodded at his men, and instantly they cleared out which confused you. “Aren’t they supposed to protect you?” you questioned, already regretting it.

“Yes, they are right in front of the door and the room has cameras everywhere,” he explained, voice monotone. Lightly he tilted his head, he gave every reporter three strikes – not telling them of course – and once they hit them, he would make them leave.

After knowing who would interview him, he did his research, and you were the first one he barley found any information on. You weren’t known yet, which was probably the reason they send you.

However it made him curious, the articles you had written so far were good – some even better than the ones of his previous reporters. Besides you were a lot prettier than them.

“Oh, yeah…that makes sense,” you nodded in agreement, trying to hide the fact that you still found it weird. “Okay, then we should start. I will ask you questions, and you answer them however you want, and-,” “I know how to answer questions doll,” he cut you off in a sharp tone, eyes quite dark.

Great, this was going fucking great, you told yourself, “I know, of course, I just…I’m used to doing it this way,” you tried your best to explain, keeping a smile on your lips. In response Barnes lifted his eyebrow, “you’re used to making the person oppisite of you look stupid?”

Couldn’t there be a fire, or an attack or anything? Anything that would make you end this interview, “no, no I’m not. We will just start, first question: not everyone is happy that you won the election, is there a way you want to proof yourself to them?”

“No, I won’t do anything. Everyone has their opinion, and they should keep it, I proofed myself enough, if I didn’t, I wouldn’t be here,” he answered, leaning back against his chair. You knew he had good answers but damn.

“Sounds good, I mean there was never a congressman everyone liked,” you agreed, writing his answer down. “Yes, thank you,” he said with sarcasm and only then you realised what you had actually said, with wide eyes you began apologizing, “I didn’t mean it like that, it’s just you know slang,” that what bullshit, it wasn’t slang you only needed an explanation.

“Slang?” he repeated, he knew you were nervous – everyone was – but he didn’t expect to enjoy it this much. You pressed your lips together, nodding along, “yes.”

“Next question,” you put a bright smile back on your face, “your term is rather young, but in this time, you already accomplished a lot, what are you most proud of?” For a moment there was a silence, it gave you a chance to take a closer look at Barnes.

Suddenly he had a small smirk on his lips instead of the normal stoic expression, you’d never seen him act any different in recent interviews. Maybe it was a good sign, maybe he wouldn’t end your carrier right after today.

“That every woman has the right of an abortion without fear,” he stated, crossing his fingers on his lap. You had no arguments there, it was truly remarkable.

Quickly you scribbled his answer down and checking the question off your list. “The other journalist had a recorder, are you not professional enough for that?” And there he was again, the friendly congressman everyone knew. It sounded almost as if he was taunting you.

“I am, just because I don’t fit your standard does not mean I’m unprofessional,” you snapped, then instantly clamping a hand over your mouth as you realised how you just spoke to the congressman.

Said person didn’t care, now he fully smirked with satisfaction, “so you actually can speak louder than a little mouse.” Oh, he looked so proud of himself for say that.

His words came unexpected, from your research you knew that he had a sharp tongue, but this was entirely new. From his answer you gathered he did it on purpose, but why would he want you to be rude? You could be reaching, but maybe your boss did want to get rid of you and asked him for help…okay that was crazy.

“Moving on,” you ignored his words, shaking your head a little as an idea popped in your head, if he could be an asshole so could you. “Many people wonder what happened with your arm, were you in the army or maybe an accident?”

“Come again?” he almost growled, features becoming dark and almost scary. Body moving a little forward, even though a small part of you was scared, you were extremely turned on.

You didn’t know what to say, should you really repeat it? Fuck it, yes. “What happened to your arm?” eyes staying on his, noticing how he flexed said arm.

“Becoming quite bold, are we? I remember this being a question you’re not allowed to ask,” he lifted his chin as if challenging you. This was exactly what he wanted, to see if you were really as shy as he read and he was positively surprised.

“I told you I’m not like the others,” suddenly you forgot who you were talking to, forgot how he was one of the most important and powerful people in the world.

Then he stood up, his huge body towering over you. Bucky rested his hands on either side of your chair, face dangerously close to yours. It was as if he could feel how nervous you became.

“No, you’re not…,” he whispered, hands taking yours and guiding you to stand up. As if in trance you followed him, looking up at him with big eyes.

“You’re far more beautiful,” he continued, letting his hands glide up your body to your face. Was this actually happening? No, you had to be dreaming, there was no other explanation.

You had no words, you were speechless, and your mind was running wild. Is that why he chose you? Because he wanted a quick fuck? As if he couldn’t get anyone, he wanted but you would surely not cave and lose your job – wait would you lose it if you did not sleep with him?

“This is unprofessional,” you stated, trying to move your chair a little further away from him. However, your words only made the man smirk with a devilish glint in his eyes.

“Who is to say we should not do this? There is no one with more power than me doll,” he whispered, closer than he was before. He would be lying if he said he didn’t do his research on you and if he would deny how captive, you held him.

Your work stood out, you really seemed to care the people you interviewed and wanted to give the audience a look behind the curtains. Every other reporter he had before was full of themselves, proud to be interviewing the congressman and only getting what was necessary.

His agenda may or may not have been unprofessional. But who could blame him? You were the prettiest girl he had ever seen, it was remarkable, and he wanted you.

“I’m not sleeping with you, I’m not some girl you can use to get off,” you continued, trying to stand up but Bucky gripped your waist instead. Was this truly your life? Of course, James Barnes was a walking god, but this felt like a situation right out of a romance book.

He chuckled at that, he loved how you played hard to get. “Sure,” he nodded before pulling you flush against his hard chest, reflexively your hands flew against his broad shoulders.

“Prove me wrong,” he challenged you, then pressed his lips against yours, tongue gliding along your upper lip. Caught up in the moment you accepted his tongue into your mouth, his kiss was hot and filled with hunger.

It felt like he was swallowing you and you hated to admit how damn good he felt. Not only his aura was screaming dominance but also actions did as he lightly bit into your bottom lip to keep your mouth open.

You moved into him, hands wrapping around his neck. With a heavy breath Bucky broke the kiss, wearing a satisfied smirk, “you seem to quite enjoy this doll.”

In response you rolled your eyes, “it is highly unprofessional, you should know this,” you tried to keep your voice hard, in order to convince yourself to not fall further into his schemes.

Again, he didn’t take you seriously instead he placed hot kisses along your collarbone, and you couldn’t help but let out a whine by the way his slight stubble was rubbing against your skin. It was rough yet set you on fire.

“Does that normaly work for you?” he questioned in between kisses, suddenly you sensed pressure just above your pulse. The congressman was marking you up, like you were his possession.

“What?” you asked confused, eyes fighting to stay open as you gripped onto his hair. In response he shook his head, continuing his way down your cleavage. Meanwhile he let his hand slide up to the collar of your blouse and without hesitation ripped it open.

His actions pulled you from your bliss, gasping loudly, “I just bought this one!” “Please, I will buy you a new one if you’re so attached,” he rolled his eyes, slipping your blouse off and revealing your black lace bra.

God, you looked amazing, if Bucky wasn’t on a time limit, he would take the time to worship your tits properly.

“No, no, no, I told you this is wrong!” you let go of him and put your hands on his chest to keep a distance. You couldn’t let this go any further than it already had, but the man in front of you was so hard to resist.

“Doll, if it’s wrong than why does it feel like the right thing to do?” he whispered against the shell of your ear, resting his hands once again on your waist, however now you felt the contrast of his warm flesh hand and cold metal hand.

Letting his metal hand move down to your thigh, he lifted your leg to pull you closer to him. The way he manoeuvred your body made you feel his hard erection.

You whimpered in order to supress a moan slipping from your lips, “Mr. Barnes,” you argued. He knew exactly what he was doing, “I like the way you say my name, so be honest…if you’re so against this, then why are you reacting this way, mhm?”

“Come on doll, tell me,” his lips ghosted over yours before he hosted you up completely. “Sir…please,” you tried again, voice cracking as you tried to stabilize yourself.

He chuckled walking towards his desk, laying you down on the hard wood. “That’s what I thought,” he grinned, kissing down your stomach to your heated core. You thought you would explode, the congressman was about to pleasure you, the same man who you were scared would fire you.

“Let’s see if I really don’t have any effect on you doll,” you got goosebumps from the way his hot breath hit your skin. Bucky opened your trousers, pulling them down your legs.

He hooked his fingers around your panties, revealing how right he was. “Look at that, you’re fucking wet for the congressman,” he sounded taunting, but you would bet he was satisfied with himself.

However, his words only made this moment feel even dirtier than it already was. You propped yourself up on your elbows and suddenly realised you were completely naked yet the man in front of you wasn’t.

“Don’t you think it’s a bit unfair how you’re still fully dressed?” you questioned with raised brows, not knowing you could muster up this much confidence at the moment.

“Do you think this is any way to speak to me?” his tone became dark, throwing your panties across the room. With one sentence he destroyed your confidence, “I’m sorry sir,” you instantly apologized which played right into Bucky’s cards.

Smirking he shrugged of his blazer, loosened his tie and unbuttoned his dress shirt a little. It gave you a view onto his god-like chest.

“That’s a good girl,” he told you, pulling his tie over his head and stuffed it into your mouth. While it was extremely hot you felt a slight disappointment, “aww, don’t worry doll, you’ll get the chance to scream as loud as you need but not today.”

“Sadly, we’re on a tight schedule, so I will have to eat you out another time,” he said it like it was the most casual thing there was while you almost choked, there would be a second time?

His fingers traced along your cunt, spreading your juice over your skin, “feel how wet you are for me? And here you were saying that you didn’t want this,” he tsked, pushing his middle and pointer finger into your pulsing core.

You bit down on his tie, suppressing a moan and muffling his last name. Even in this situation you were too scared to say his first name.

“Squeezing my fingers huh, doll?” Bucky pulled his fingers from you and smeared his cock with your wetness. Then he undid his pants, letting his hard member free. Your gaze fell down to his cock, his leaking tip hitting his stomach.

You’d never thought you would say this, but he looked too pretty, and thicker than anyone you had before. “You’re so pretty,” you mumbled, your mind wasn’t function properly, so it didn’t even surprise you as those words left your mouth.

Bucky could barley make out what you were saying, he had an idea though and turned him on even more. With no warning he thrusted his cock inside your aching pussy, not caring if it hurt.

This time you couldn’t contain any sounds, you screamed loudly, clawing onto the wooden desk. “Feel me stretching you doll?” he smirked, pulling out but leaving his tip inside, just barley to tease you. Then he pushed in, with a hard pace he pummelled in and out of you.

You couldn’t help but clench around him, wrapping your lags around his hips which made him grin, “don’t want me leaving ya?”

Shaking your head you tried to keep the grip as tight as possible, he felt like heaven, he filled you perfectly and hit your sweet, sensitive spot in all the right ways.

His metal hand came down to rub circles on your clit, putting pressure on the sensitive bundle of nerves to drive you closer to your high. Given the fact he was still stronger than you, he had no problems moving with you pressing your legs against him.

In fact, it only made him enjoy it more. Your eyes rolled in the back I’d your head as you felt a shot if ecstasy crash through your nerves. Bucky was admiring how fucked out you looked, trying to hold onto one single though; him.

“I can feel you getting tighter doll, be a good girl and come...then you can milk my cock of every last drop,” he leaned down, whispering into your ear, flesh hand coming up to your throat to keep you in position.

“I can’t-“ you whimpered, it was too much, never before had you felt this much pleasure, never before was anyone able to make you come with his cock.

“You will, slut,” the congressman growled, demanded. This was exactly the man you feared just moments ago. Now you felt different, now you wanted to make him proud.

“Yes, sir,” you caved, letting everything happen, let the tight knot in your stomach explode. You tried holding onto his wrist, but your grip slipped.

With satisfaction Bucky fucked you through your orgasm, know it would push you even further into submission. He bit his lip, trying not to let out a strangled groan at the way you gripped him like a vice.

Seeing you have you climax made him sure to follow you suit, roads of white cum painted your swollen walls. It took everything in him to keep moving, to make you would get every last drop of him. “I could get used to being interviewed by you, doll,” he grunted, slightly tighting his hold on your throat.

Tears rolled down your cheeks, too overwhelmed with the situation. What had he done to you? Why did he give you an amazing orgasm ? What would happen now?

It was too much running through your brain, you just needed a nap, just for five minutes.... “Oh, doll, this was just the beginning.”

told ya, shit ending

[kooggukk]

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 NOBODY ELSE // JJK

genre: fwb, fuck buddies😼

note: guys i just want jungkook.. this has been sitting in my drafts for way too long haha sorry for spelling mistakes or anything i got too lazy to proofread it lol! enjoy tho💕

word count: 4.3k

being invited by jungkook’s mother for a dinner was normal for you and your family. you and jungkook grew up being neighbors, attend to the same high school and college later on — which he dropped out of.

it wasn’t because he’s dumb, he’s nowhere near that. he got bored, tired. his mother didn’t like the news when he told her, but she didn’t have a choice, other than to support his dream. jungkook always wished to be a singer.

some of his closest friends joked about it and laughed at the idea of jungkook being a worldwide celebrity. we could say that affected him a lot, he felt zero support from both sides: family & friends. he would often spend his days in his house, sitting on a particular part of his couch.

maybe you know him too well, you know that when he’s writing a song he would get a glass of beer, place it carefully on his coffee table, get his black notebook with his pen that he would click continuously when he’s deep in thoughts.

you know he would knee on the soft mattress beneath him, sitting on his feet like a cutie, focus on the lyrics with his big doe eyes.

you also know he would obviously play with his lip piercing, licking it, turning his tongue around it and what not. oh what that tongue can do.

the amount of times he had eaten you out on his couch, — on that spot of the couch — you wouldn’t even be able to count on your ten fingers. your friendship with him was different.

different, because you support him and understand him in a way nobody else had yet. but different because he fucks you, like crazy. he had fucked you in every way possible. fast, rough, deep, gentle, slow, anal. the last one was just once, though.

it all started at your birthday party, when you turned 25. you got wasted, he got tipsy, he knew about his whereabouts unlike you. he knew what was going on when he fucked you first, but what was he supposed to do when a woman like you, was literally begging to fuck you.

he felt guilty, he felt like he took advantage of the alcohol in your system. but when you woke up in the morning, with jungkook next to you, cuddled up, you didn’t freak out. you knew what happened, and you didn’t regret it. nor did he.

you know it shouldn’t be right, that it shouldn’t feel that good to get fucked by your best friend but god, you can’t help it. he admitted it, he finds you attractive. you find him it too.

but you both talked it out, no feelings. he told you he’d never want anything else from you other than your friendship and pussy.

and now, you’re sitting at the dining table with jungkook in front of you, his mother next to him and his father at the end. your mother on the other end as your father is next to you.

it’s normal, the atmosphere was comfortable and funny. the adults discussing work related stuff, your and his mother had already gossiped about someone else too.

it was a perfect night, except that jungkook hasn’t taken his eyes off of you the entire dinner, except when he got asked a question. you scolded him, non verbally with your eyes.

he’s a jerk. he just fucked you the night before, not on his couch this time though. it was in his kitchen, where he got too turned on by seeing you cut a cucumber. yes, a dang cucumber.

“so ___, i heard you finished college.” his mother spoke to you, your gaze turned to her and you smiled. “oh yes, last week actually.”

“what major were you in?” his father joined in. “psychology.” your mother interrupted and reached over to rub your back, feeling extremely proud of her daughter. you smiled, “i’m thinking about going back, i’ve been researching a lot on nursing lately.”

your eyes stopped on jungkook once again. he’s leaned back in the chair, one arm resting on the back of his mother’s chair, the other resting on his thigh. his chin is slightly lifted, looking at you as he plays with his lip piercing. fuck.

the parents continued the conversation, telling different stories about nurses as that came up. jungkook leans back to the table, resting his chin with his hands, elbows on the table.

he stares at you, not uttering a single word. you give him a small frown, not too noticeable. his eyes drop to your neck, then your chest or atleast what only was visible, then back to your eyes. you chuckled and shook your head in disbelief, he’s seriously thinking of sex right now.

you’ve tried to keep your ‘let’s fuck’ relationship with jungkook private, not going around and telling every second person that ‘hey i fuck my best friend!’. the only person who might know that you and him slept together is one of your friends from college, she saw you and jungkook that one night. the first night.

she hasn’t asked about it though, thankfully. it’s not like it was her business, so she dropped it. you knew he wouldn’t try anything with you in public, especially not in front of your parents. so that’s why it caught you off guard when you felt his leg touch yours, slightly nudging it.

you cleared your throat as you jumped a little from the surprise, a smirk on his lips as he stared at your flustered form. you cussed him out in your head, ‘fuck you’ you mouthed and he just raised a brow at that.

you rolled your eyes as you realized he wouldn’t mind that, his eyes still devouring the sight of you, almost fucking you with his eyes at this point. you don’t even wanna know what he’s thinking about at the moment.

“jungkookie, have you found yourself a girlfriend?” your mother asked, catching his attention. he fixed his posture and shook his head, “no, i’m not looking for a relationship at the moment.”

“he’s such a liar!” his mother pointed at him, “i know he’s seeing someone.” she said and took a sip of her wine. “am i?” he raised his eyebrow, his voice laced with confusion. “deny it all you want, but i found a lipstick in your pocket when you came home.”

his expression changed, his eyes somewhat turned nervous, scared even. you stared at him with a small smirk, taking a sip of your soda. he glanced at you, “must’ve been ___’s.” he chuckled and shook his head.

“and why would her lipstick be in your pocket?” his mother asked, obviously she didn’t believe him. “we came here together, i believe she put it there so she could use it if her makeup gets smudged.” he shrugged.

he was right, that was in fact the reason you put it there. “oh yeah, it’s mine.” you said, a small smile appearing on your lips. his mother nodded and with that the conversation was over. thank god.

as everyone finished eating, your and his mother disappeared into the kitchen, your fathers went outside to have a beer while ‘man talking’ or however they called it. leaving you and jungkook alone.

“you wanna die?” you scolded him, your voice was quiet not to get caught. “i swear junkook, i’ll choke you.” he grinned and rested his head on his hands, smiling at you like a child. “what?” you asked.

“choke me? is that your new kink?” he teased, his foot finding yours again under the table. you clicked your tongue and crossed your arms, “do you ever stop thinking about sex?”

“nope. impossible when you’re around me, babe.” there he goes again, he always somehow finds a way to get you hot. he just knows what to say every time. “you’re unbelievable.” you can’t help but to smile with a shake of your head.

“what? you’re acting like you didn’t just strip me off with your eyes.” he teased and you gasped, “i did not-“ you stuttered, you got caught. “you’re the one to speak.” you argued back.

“i’m not denying it, i did wish to rip that pretty blouse off you.”

“i dare you, it was expensive. the only thing ripping will be your balls when i beat you up.” he scoffed at your words. “c’mon, you wouldn’t do that.”

“you think so?” you raised an eyebrow and he hummed in response. “how would i fuck you without balls?” again, he just knows what to say to drive you crazy.

“touché.” you mumbled and raised your glass to take a sip again.

✩•.𖣠°˙★

the evening came to an end as you both bid goodbye to your parents, you thanked his mother for the delicious meal. he offered to take you home and you agreed, assuming you’d end up at his place anyways. but your parents didn’t have to know about that.

and it happened just like that, the moment you stepped in his home you were pushed to the wall with force. you gasped, jungkook didn’t leave a single second for you to react as he attacked your lips, kissing you.

he held your face in place by your cheeks, your small reticule dropped from your hand as you hugged him close, kissing him back with just as much force and desperation as he did.

his right hand went to grab your ass, then holding your thigh as you lifted it up. he immediately pushed himself closer to you, grinding his growing erection against you.

not wanting to fuck you right at the front door, he dragged you to his living room, pushing you on the couch. he grinned at you and he dropped to his knees, the loud thud must have been hurtful, but he didn’t waste a single second.

he eagerly gripped the hem of your jeans, undoing it and pulling it off you, lifting your hips to help him. “hm, good.” he praised you for that small action of yours, his voice enough to create an ocean in your panties.

he touched your knees and thighs, caressing your skin while he leaned in to plant kisses on your inner thigh. he pulled you a little down, holding your legs tightly and he spread them. “don’t close.” he demanded, his voice hoarse and it sent you shivers down your spine.

you gasped once again when you felt him kiss you on your panties, he pulled away to take off his black turtleneck sweater but went right back in, pulling off your panties in a second.

the cold air hit your core immediately, but soon replaced by the heat coming from his body. he licked a stripe down your pussy, getting a hum out of you at the familiar feeling of his mouth working on you.

your mouth fell agape when he sucked on your clit, your hands finding their way to his black hair, getting a great hold of them. he groaned at your action, he knows you like to get a hold of his hair, so he hasn’t cut it in some months now.

he pulled away, you almost whined about him stopping but then he spread your folds with his fingers, spreading your wetness on his digits. he glanced up at you when he brought them to his lips, licking them.

he hummed, “love it.” he said, his voice a low growl. one of his hand rests on your thigh, gripping it softly. the other goes to your core again, inserting his finger in you. his head goes back down, disappearing between your legs once again as he starts sucking again, his finger pumping into you.

your back arched, unintentionally. “oh, fuck,” your breath hitched, he smirked against you. he added another of his long digits, curling them inside you, he pulled away as he stared into your eyes, then his gaze dropped to his hand working on you.

he groaned at the sight, he’s slept with girls before you, it was obvious he was experienced, but he could swear on his life your pussy was the prettiest he has ever seen in his whole life.

“so pretty,” his voice was teasing and you gasped his name, pulling his head up. “shut up,” your voice was a low murmur and he raised an eyebrow at your sass.

“what? can’t i call what’s mine pretty?” he chuckled and shook his head, secretly adding a third finger. “i don’t want your fingers,” you whined, your hips moving on their own. “i need to get you stretched, babe.” he grinned and he continued, his three fingers now going in a slower pace.

“no,” you stopped his hand, “i’m okay, just-“ you licked your lips, his gaze dropping to them. “shit, just fuck me already.” your voice was more like a whisper, full of need. “you’re tight, i don’t want to hurt you.” he argued back, but his fingers were already out of you as he wiped them in his jeans.

you sat up straight on the couch, closing your legs. “c’mon, you fucked me enough already. i can take you,” he couldn’t help but to let out a small laugh and he nodded, “love that you speak your mind.”

with that said, he got up from the floor and leaned down to kiss your forehead, “i’ll be back,” that one small action of his is why you trust him, how you know that he is the right guy to be fuck buddies with.

he can be rough during sex, there’s no doubt in that, but you had experienced gentle sex too with him. roughness isn’t always necessary to get rid of the sexual frustration, and maybe, maybeeeee, you like it more when he’s gentle with you.

you like it more when his body is pressed against yours, slowly moving with the rhythm of his deep thrusts, you love it when he goes to hold your hand, either above your head or next to you, it doesn’t matter. you love it when he stares in your eyes with every thrust. unlike during rough sex, when his eyes are either closed or focused on your tits.

soon he comes back, a pack of condom with him, some tissues and a towel. “what’s the towel for?” you ask, he never brought one before. he smiled at that and when he got to you, he plopped down on the couch. “just in case.” he shrugged but you felt suspicious, he was up to something.

he put everything aside and leaned in, crashing his lips on yours once again. “how do you want it?” he asked when he pulled away, but he still managed to give a soft peck on your nose.

you frowned because he usually wasn’t like this, wasn’t so affectionate. sure, in other ways he was, especially after sex. he always takes care of you, but he never just pecks you in random places and asks how you want it.

“however you want me.” you shrugged. “you’re up to something, you’re suspicious.” you narrowed your eyes at him and he grinned. “suspicious?” he asked as he started to unbutton your blouse. you hummed and leaned back, letting him do it.

“i’m not suspicious.” he said and kissed the skin just above your breasts, he pulled the clothing off your shoulders when he finished with all the buttons, leaving you in your bra.

“you’re very detailed tonight, aren’t you?” you sighed and reached behind, undoing your bra with a smooth move. “detailed?” he frowned and reached to his belt, unbuckling it.

you hummed and reached to unzip his jeans, with a lift of his hips you pulled it down, his dick begging to be freed from his white underwear. you could feel yourself throb by just the thought of having sex with him again, when in fact you just did it yesterday too.

“it don’t bite.” jungkook chuckled when he saw you were just staring, god, almost drooling at this point. you rolled your eyes, holding the hem of the underwear. you pulled it off, his dick sprang free.

you could let anyone call you stupid, you don’t care but for sure you know that jungkook’s dick is pretty. of course it would be, that whole man is a god. he sighed in pleasure when you wrapped your fingers around him, his head thrown back.

you started off slowly, stroking him with smooth, unrushed moves as you watched his face. his eyes closed, mouth open and eyebrows knitted together. soon you picked up your pace, earning low groans and sometimes even moans from him.

you started to kiss his neck, nibbling on his soft skin. he cursed, it was his favorite when you kissed his body. his breaths came in ragged gasps, his chest heaving with every breath he took.

“shit, ___.” he uttered a low groan, “don’t stop, oh- please..” you hummed at his begging, jerking him off as fast as you could. he was close, you know well enough to see when he has an orgasm.

you see the way his thighs occasionally stiff, his grip on the pillow that reached his hand first is tight. and then you see his eyes staring down at you, sometimes rolling back and closing, then opening them again. you see how his mouth is agape, his low groans turning into soft moans and cries, his brows crashed together on his forehead.

he was just straight up mesmerizing. sometimes you felt like the luckiest woman on earth that you could capture him in this state. which he was in because of you, nobody else.

“please plea-“ his voice cracked, ending it with a louder moan as he reached his orgasm, spilling his white juice on your hand. you didn’t stop there, you slowed down your pace, but you just couldn’t stop.

he hissed when he started to feel sensitive, bringing his head straight back up from the backrest to look at you. “___, don’t,” he whined. you cupped his chin, pressing a soft, feather-light kiss on his rosy lips.

he lazily responded to it, barely moving his lips. he brought his hand on yours, stopping you from jerking him. you pulled away, “just give me a second, babe,” his voice came out hoarse, your heart skipped a beat and your pussy throbbed by the nickname.

he licked his lips, clearing his voice. “you still with me?” you smiled, your hand reaching to his hair, gently pulling a few strands of them. he scoffed and fixed his posture, his hand grabbing your thigh.

“you gotta do more than just a handjob to lose me.”

“more? i can do more.” you mumbled, your face already in his neck, kissing his skin once again.

“i know you can,” his hand went from your thigh to your hip, helping you straddle his lap. you both moved naturally, riding him is definitely in your top 3 positions.

you quickly handed him a condom from the box which he put on in a second and just like every time, your arms went around his neck, grabbing onto his shoulder while he hugged your body close to his with one of his arms, the other hand holding his cock, he carefully entered, stretching you good like he always does.

he sighed in content, enjoying your warm walls clenching around him. you hummed, letting yourself down completely on him, only to go back up, then to smash back down.

his hands grabbed your ass while you did that, helping you keep the steady rhythm. his head was now thrown back once again, you watched his adam’s apple bob when he swallowed, his mouth fell open.

you kissed his neck again, wherever you could reach. for some reason, it was your favorite spot to kiss, under his jaw, behind and under his ear, just right above his collarbone, you loved it.

oh how much he loved it too, your kisses were always wet but never to the point to leave his skin covered in saliva. you were always so gentle with him, maybe that’s what he loved the most.

he had been with a few girls before who would stupidly and harshly just bite down on his skin, leaving ugly marks all over his neck and shoulders, but with you, never. it could be to just avoid any attention by giving him hickies, or it could be because you found it too intimate, too romantic.

whatever the reason was, he knew he sometimes wished, maybe even prayed that this time you would mark him, even if it’s the smallest spot on his skin. of course, he would never tell you to do that, though. marking really does feel too intimate, and he was afraid he would cross a line with you.

he realized what he was missing out on, so he held his head up, looking at you move. your breasts moved just enough to catch his eyes. his fingers dug in your asscheeks as your own hands explored his body, from caressing his chest, then slightly brushing your fingers over his nipples, down to his ribs, and to his abs.

he felt you slowing down, “s’okay, take a break,” he whispered and you did so, stopping your movements. your chest was rising rapidly, sweat forming on both of your foreheads.

he softly pecked your cheek, lifting you up by your ass just enough so he can start pushing upwards into you. he didn’t rush anything, going slowly at a comfortable pace. “you okay?” he asked, his eyes searching for yours.

you sighed, giving him a nod but he shook his head. “words,” he mumbled, leaning in to kiss your skin just above your breasts.

“i’m okay,”

he groaned when you clenched around him, he felt himself slowly slipping down on the couch with each thrust he made, so he held you tightly, switching positions.

he made you lay down on your back, your legs wrapped around his waist without slipping out of you. he picked up a slow pace at first, his hands roaming around your body, mostly your sides.

you held his hand, “stop,” you whined, your sides are hella ticklish. “hm? what? can’t handle a little caressing?” he teased, moving his hand so slightly over your skin you got goosebumps.

you tried to push his hand away but you failed, his touches made you giggle and he smiled, glad he could still have moments like this with you in the middle of literally fucking.

all of that stopped when he suddenly smashed himself deep into you, a little harder than he did before. you couldn’t help but to moan, he straightened his posture and he spread your legs, holding your knees.

just like when you were riding him, your breasts bounced again, drawing the attention on them. he picked up the speed of his thrusts, sweat dropping from his forehead, down to his chest where it slowly dripped down his body.

“so a nurse, huh?” he suddenly said, referring to the conversation you had at the dinner. “would love to fuck this pussy in a nursing costume.” a low moan left his mouth when you clenched around him, “ya like that?” he laughed. “you want it too, yeah?”

“shut up- oh my!” your mouth fell agape in pleasure when you felt a finger pressing down on your clit, moving in every way possible. up and down, side to side, making circles. he wasn’t too rough, he knew it was one of your most sensitive parts of your body.

the top of his thighs slapped against the back of yours with every thrust, the sound of skin slapping on each other got mixed with the noise of your wet folds taking his dick, the couch slightly creaking along with heavy breathing and occasional quiet moans, whines.

you felt yourself getting closer and closer, the familiar feeling already in your stomach. you felt like you were going to explode, your eyes shut tightly as you bite down on your lip, your body ready to let go.

after a few more of his thrusts you let go, but oh! turns out it wasn’t just your usual orgasm, no, you squirted under him. he pulled out, watching your body shake and then slowly relax. “fuck,” you breathed heavily, you could have sworn you saw stars.

“did i s-“

“yes. you squirted.” he said, like that was something casual. you thought it was over, that he was done but then he did the unexpected, he pushed back in. “just a little- longer,” his words came out in gasps, pounding into you to reach his own climax too.

you whined, you felt extremely sensitive and it was slowly turning to be the opposite of pleasure, “i know, just a little more,” his voice was soft, he knew it was too much but he needed that orgasm.

then, his thrusts suddenly stopped, staying still inside you as he filled the condom, a low groan leaving his lips. he licked them, feeling like his mouth just turned drier than a desert. he pulled out and leaned down to peck your lips, “you did good,” he whispered.

you hummed, your fingers already touching your core, the wetness surprising you. “dang..” you both chuckled, you sat up and looked down, feeling uncomfortable. there was a wet spot on the towel under you, “you bitch, that’s why you needed the towel.” you shook your head in disbelief, “scared i’ll stain your sofa?”

he smiled and tilted his head, resting his ass on his heels. “actually, yes. you know it was expensive.”

“then, maybe you shouldn’t fuck me on it?”

he chuckled, “maybe, but i don’t care. you’re worth it all.”

[kaisacobra]

I See You - Tara Carpenter

Part 2 of I Dare You

Summary: At one of Amber's infamous parties, Tara's feelings get more and more complicated as she starts getting to know you.

Warnings: Fem!Painter!Reader, slow burn, mentions of sex, alcohol and partying, minor angst, non canon/high school

w.c: 6.9k

So, the glitch in the matrix seemed to be lasting much longer than you anticipated.

You did your best to forget the interaction you'd had with Tara and, honestly, that hadn't been such a difficult task. You still had a life, after all, and the rest of your day was divided into making preparations for the volunteering you'd be doing at the hospital during the weekend, studying and trying to make any progress on your painting.

Unfortunately, the last task proved itself to be annoyingly impossible, no matter how hard you tried. You'd tried everything from throwing random brushstrokes at the canvas to staring at the blank space while upside down in your bed, which filled your brain with blood but not with ideas.

There came a point when you had to admit defeat, at least for a day, and you picked up your phone to try to distract yourself from what seemed to be your greatest artistic failure. Your plans were to doomscroll through all possible social media and try to get the slightest bit of inspiration, but your attention was grabbed by a text notification coming from your Instagram.

From the username, it was clear that the text had been from none other than Tara Carpenter, which made your heart race a little in response. Your profile was a bit hard to find because there were no photos of you, which meant that Tara specifically had to look for you for a while. What's more, your profile was basically an exhibition of your artwork and the idea of someone other than your friends and teacher looking at all your projects made you a little anxious.

The texts themselves contained nothing much, apart from Tara apologizing for taking your pen (which you didn't even remember lending, to be honest) and then trying to strike up a conversation by asking you about Freddy vs Leatherface. Even so, noticing that she'd made an effort to keep on talking to you left you swooning.

You answered, of course. It would be rude to leave someone on read, wouldn't it? And besides, you were already planning to procrastinate anyway, so why not be nice and talk to Tara for a few minutes?

Who cares if minutes became hours, right?

And when school started the next day, you felt lighter, somehow. To your relief, no one seemed to remember your disastrous stumble the day before (probably because few people remembered you in general) and so you didn't have to deal with any giggles or weird looks.

You were in the middle of getting some books out of your locker when a familiar pen levitated into your field of vision. Your gaze followed the tanned arm that was holding it and you were met with long eyelashes and a sly smile.

“I'm a woman of my word! Here's your pen.” Tara raised the object towards you, making a funny reference to the text she had sent you the day before.

You rolled your eyes in amusement, although you couldn't hold the expression for long due to the corners of your lips lifting involuntarily. You took the small item from her hand and quickly put it in your bag. “Thanks, it's good to know you're not a thief. Did you at least bring one pen today?”

She understood the light, false accusatory tone in your voice and raised her hand, showing two fingers raised in a V. “Haha. Just so you know, I brought two today.”

It was amazing how instantaneous and right that conversation felt, almost as if it was the kind of thing you did all the time and not for the first time. Talking to Tara was surprisingly easy and you could see at least a friendship blooming between you in the near future.

If it weren't for the fact that she hangs out with the most insufferable people in the world, of course.

The reminder of Tara's group of friends hit you like a thunderbolt and made your chest ache for some reason. The words of both Ethan and Mindy echoed in your head, warning you to be careful, but a large chunk of your mind also insisted on reminding you of Anika's more positive opinion on the topic.

You turned to your locker again, pretending you were looking for something that didn't even exist. “I could never manage with just one pen.” You added politely, not wanting to leave Tara's joke unanswered just because your thoughts were getting muddled.

“I know. Artist and all, aren't you?” The girl nodded and you could see out of the corner of your eye as she leaned on the locker next to you, crossing her arms while still looking at you with a thoughtful expression. “Hey, don't you feel like going to a party tonight?”

Your eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as you processed what she had said, but Tara remained completely unbothered by your side. As far as you knew, the Carpenter girl didn't usually throw parties, but Amber Freeman did, and she'd instituted a very specific rule about them ever since she'd thrown the first one during your freshman year:

Invite only. No losers allowed.

And, as far as you knew, in Amber's opinion you were included in the word “losers”.

“I don't think so.” You shook your head. “Amber's throwing this party, isn't she? I don't have an invitation and I don't even like parties that much.”

Tara laughed out loud at that, causing a few heads to turn in your direction and your cheeks to heat up like coals. “I'm inviting you, ain't I? and seriously! I've never even seen you at the boring school parties, how are you supposed to know if you like parties or not without ever having tried them?”

Okay, you weren't expecting Tara to rebut your arguments or be so insistent about your presence. Was it getting warmer or was it just your impression? “But... I don't even know anyone who's going, I'll probably just stand in the corner the whole night. And also, I have an appointment the next day, I can't, like, go wild...”

Unexpectedly, Tara let out an even louder laugh, this time even wiping away a tear that ran down her cheek. “Go wild? You're hilarious.” She controlled her breathing, still keeping a bright smile on her face. “You don't have to drink if you don't want to, no one's going to force you. And about the being alone part, you can invite those friends of yours. Amber won't mind, she wants more people at her parties anyway and she refuses to call sophomores and below.”

You looked at her with surprise and suspicion. Invite your friends? Did Tara remember that your friends included Mindy Meeks-Martin? Like, basically Amber's number one enemy, Mindy Meeks-Martin?

Tara finally noticed your wary expression and sighed, uncrossing her arms and raising both hands in a peaceful gesture. “Look, Amber said I could invite nice people and I think you're nice. She'll be busy with other things anyway, she probably won't even notice that your friends are there.”

You bit your lower lip, considering your options. On the one hand, parties weren't exactly your natural habitat and you still had your doubts about whether or not you were welcome there. On the other hand, Tara had been so kind to you lately and... for some reason, you wanted to explore it a little further.

“Can I give you an answer later? I'll ask my friends if they're going.” That's what you decided to answer, choosing to leave your conflicting future in the hands of your dear companions.

Tara nodded a yes and complemented the action with a shrug. “Okay. But even if they decide not to go, I think you should give it a chance.”

Suddenly, the bell for the first period echoed in the corridors, waking you both up to the fact that you had to be in your classrooms in a few seconds. As lockers closed and teenagers ran to avoid being late, Tara lazily turned around and started walking away, ending your interaction.

But you didn't want it to end so soon. In a impulsive act, you raised your voice. “What should I wear?”

Tara turned as soon as she heard you and her eyes slowly traveled up and down your body as a smile worthy of the Cheshire cat broke out on her face. “Wear something pretty! But I think you were already going to do that anyway.”

System crash. Your brain shortcutted. Did Tara had just...? No, she couldn't have possibly... checked you out? Were you seeing things?

As Tara's back got further and further down the corridor, you ran back to your classroom, muttering on the way, “God, I'm really not your strongest soldier.”

_

“I need to ask you something.”

You were extremely nervous. Your fingers kept drumming on the table and your brain was desperately trying to think of a way to convince your friends to A) go to Amber's party with you and B) not think you were out of your mind.

Tara's words (and her actions, by the way) really made you consider that crazy possibility. On any other occasion, you would have denied it as quickly as possible and then run away, but you were finding that Tara Carpenter could be extremely convincing.

Mindy swallowed a piece of the sandwich she was holding, making a dismissive gesture with her hands. “I’ve told you before, we have no interest in a throuple.”

Sitting next to her with her feet propped up on her girlfriend's lap, Anika raised an eyebrow and smiled playfully. “Who says we don't?”

“What?!” Both Mindy and Ethan shouted, although the girl clearly got the joke and was just going along with it, while the boy seemed really bothered by the idea. You and Anika let out a loud chuckle and you smiled at her in appreciation, knowing that she had joked around just to make you less nervous.

With the mood more relaxed, you took a deep breath and said the words in rapid fire, fearing that they would never come out if you lingered too long. “Tara invited me to Amber's party and she said I could invite you guys. Would you go with me? Please?”

“Absolutely not.” Mindy quickly denied your request, putting on an angry expression. “And why would you want to go to a party like that, anyway?”

“That's right, only assholes go to that kind of thing.” Ethan agreed with the girl, looking equally annoyed by your suggestion.

Your eyes turned to Anika in a plea for help and she nodded almost imperceptibly. Opening her famous warm smile that reached her eyes, she grabbed Mindy's arm and pouted. “Pleeeeeeeeeeeease, I've always wanted to go to a party like this. We can just go and laugh at people being dumb.”

“We can laugh at people being dumb at school literally all the time, I don't need to be at Amber Freeman's house for that.” Mindy objects, but it's obvious that she's already starting to give in to her girlfriend's charms by the way her face looks more peaceful.

Anika looked in your direction and you understood that you would have to stay in that ping pong game of arguments until the other two gave in. “Amber won't even notice we were there! Tara said there would be too many people for her to handle.”

“Aaaand,” Anika added, moving even closer to Mindy, almost sitting on her lap on that narrow wooden bench. “Our theme for the A.V club project is literally young and reckless! What's more young and reckless than Amber's parties?! We'll get some great material if we go!”

Mindy considered the proposal for long seconds that left you on the edge of your seat. You knew Ethan would probably go if you all did, so it was really all in the Meeks-Martin girl's hands.

Finally, she sighed and rolled her eyes, slipping an arm around her girlfriend's shoulders. “Okay, I'll go. But I’m warning you, if Amber even looks in my direction, I won't answer for myself.”

Anika squealed, grabbing Mindy's face and pulling her close to kiss her cheek, which clearly got the girl flustered even though she only replied with an “alright, alright”. You smiled at this, feeling a mixture of amusement and relief at knowing that your friends had agreed to embark with you on this madness.

Ethan hadn't necessarily agreed yet, but when you looked in his direction, he sighed dramatically, so that his brown curls moved with the wind. “If you're both going, I think I'll go to keep y/n company. So she won't be a third wheel and won't be bothered by idiots, you know?”

You thanked the boy with a pat on the shoulder and his smile automatically widened. Across the table, Mindy laughed. “Oh, I don't think you have to worry about y/n getting third wheeled, Ethan. Tara invited her, did you forget?”

“Holy shit. I have to tell Tara.” You remembered your conversation with the girl earlier, rushing into her DMs and completely ignoring the jokes and teasing from the girls in front of you.

You just hoped they could also ignore your completely flustered behavior.

 _

We're going!

A simple message had made Tara's day a thousand times better. She'd forgotten how insufferable Amber could be on party days, as well as the fact that Liv had spent the whole day acting like a pick-me-girl because Chad had been spending much more time on his phone than with her lately.

She'd put her best Casanova act into play when she'd spoken to you earlier, but somehow your sense of humor made her break character and just act like herself, which was something she couldn't remember doing so freely in a long time.

Of course she had appealed for a bit of her charm at the end, but she just couldn't hold back when you had opened up such a perfect opening for her to flirt.

“You should really thank me, you know that?” A familiar voice whispered close to her ear and soon pale arms wrapped around her neck in a grip that bordered on uncomfortable. “I basically handed you your challenge on a platter by letting you invite those weirdos.”

Tara was annoyed by the comment and she quickly disentangled herself from the hug, bumping into Amber and her devilish expression. The shorter girl huffed, fixing her clothes and hair as if that was the real reason she had walked away.

At least this time she didn't turn red. That was progress.

“Shut up. If anything happens, it'll be my merit.” Tara slung her bag over her shoulder, walking along with Amber and the other students to the exit after another tiring Friday of classes.

The taller girl didn't even mind Tara's protests, shaking her head as if she didn't believe the freckled girl’s words. “Anyway, at least you'll be busy while I'm doing someone and won't be bothering me the next day.”

They walked out the door and fortunately Tara could already see Sam's car parked not far away. The girl turned her face in the opposite direction of her friend’s, pretending it was due to the sun and hoping Amber hadn't seen the pained expression on her face. “Whatever. See you later, Freeman.”

“See you later, Carpenter!” Amber shouted back, but Tara didn't turn around to wave goodbye and kept her head down until she reached the old sedan her mother used to drive. At least that was until she was no longer sober enough to hold a steering wheel.

Inside the car, Sam raised her head when she heard the door open and close after Tara got into the passenger seat. She started to back out of the parking lot, occasionally glancing at her younger sister who seemed to be upset beside her. “So... how was school?”

“Don't fucking start.” Tara muttered, putting on her headphones in a quick move to isolate herself from the world and from an older sister who suddenly wanted to be there for her after abandoning her alone with an alcoholic for a year.

She closed her eyes and leaned her head on the window, trying not to think about how Amber really got on her nerves sometimes, or think about the guilt that was starting to rise up inside her after being rude to Sam for nothing. Why couldn't her mind stop working for just one minute?

But as she tried to make her own thoughts go blank, a pleasant memory surfaced. Tara remembered your conversation earlier, the way you could understand each other's moods and how genuinely happy she was that you were going to the party for her.

Maybe, if she just kissed you and hid the real reason behind everything, you could even be friends after all. Maybe she could even convince Amber that you were a nice person, so that you could hang out with them.

Of course, these were only wishful thinking, but Tara wanted peace and, at the moment, the utopian idea of having you around gave her that exact feeling. 

_

“Okay, now give me a spin.”

You turned in your place at Anika's request, being mindful to not to get out of the sight of your phone camera, which was leaning awkwardly on your desk. Your room was a mess of clothes scattered all over the place, highlighting your intense search to decide on the perfect outfit to wear for the party.

“So?” You asked your friend, who had her attention split between the video call and her own elaborate makeup.

Anika seemed to finish her analysis on your look while you were about to start trembling with anxiety. You trusted the girl's fashion sense more than anything and you swore you could have started crying if she said that your outfit wasn't good. Fortunately, her response was a positive nod and a satisfied grin. “Oh, you look so cute!”

You looked down, once again staring at the outfit you had chosen, which was a comfortable one, but neat enough to let people know that you had put some effort into dressing up.

Receiving compliments had never exactly been your strong suit, but as much as you felt awkward about Anika's comment, you couldn't get Tara's recommendation out of your head. “Yeah, but do I look pretty?”

“Of course you do! Cute, pretty, it's all the same!”

You frowned, still feeling annoyed. Fashion had never exactly been your forte and that fact was your Achilles heel at the moment, since you still weren't convinced that “cute” and “pretty” were the same thing. In your opinion, Tara seemed to be the type who liked pretty girls, but not cute girls.

Or maybe it didn't make any sense at all and you were just going crazy at the thought of spending the next few hours in a house full of people you either didn't know or didn't like. Besides, when did you start caring about the kind of girl Tara liked?

“I can hear your thoughts from here, you know?” Anika called out, making your head snap out of that internal cycle of overthinking. “Is this all to impress Tara?”

“Ugh.” You grunted, flopping onto your bed oblivious to the dozens of clothes that were crumpling under your body. “No? Maybe? I don't know.”

You felt ashamed of the situation, even though you knew Anika wasn't the judgmental type. Your feelings were still confusing and you definitely didn't feel ready to admit that you thought about Tara more than you should, but there was also no way to hide something that was so obvious.

“Hey, it's okay, you know? Actually, I'm glad to see you're interested in someone.” Anika replied kindly, which made you work up the courage to sit up, staring at your friend's genuine expression through the screen. “I know you're worried about Mindy and all, but Chad's always nice to me when I go to their house and it was super easy to do some school work with Wes for our calc class.”

She continued, “What I mean is that Tara could still be a nice girl for you, no matter how much there's this Romeo and Juliet thing going on between our groups.”

“It's not that. I mean, it is a bit, but also...” You sighed, trying hard not to run your hands through your hair and make it look messy. “... I don't think she'd be interested in me. I mean, she's been giving me these signals but, I don't know, maybe she does it with everyone?”

Anika tsked, shaking her head and giving you a playful smile. “I've never heard of Tara being a player.”

You groaned again, turning your face away as if the act would somehow stop you from feeling so flustered. Anika laughed in response. “Just enjoy the moment! You already know she's the straight forward type, don't you? If she wants something from you, I'm sure she'll get it.”

“Anika!” You shrieked, appalled by what she was inferring. Your entire face seemed to be engulfed in lava as your friend laughed even louder at the clear shock you expressed.

“What?! The world needs more people like that, you know? That's why I'm going to take the initiative to run away to a corner with Mindy at the first opportunity and-.”

“Ew! No! Stop talking! Please, you're my mother figures!”

_

The walls of the house seemed to shake under Tara's fingers as she leaned on it, making her way to the bathroom in slow, crooked steps as she cursed quietly at the amount of people crowding into the hallway.

They were screaming with joy, slurring the lyrics of the extremely loud song that was playing on the huge speakers in the living room, echoing throughout the house and possibly the entire block. Thank God, Wes had already taken care of his mother.

Tara groaned the whole way, feeling like pushing away all the sweaty, alcohol-altered people who bumped into her shoulder, unable to see properly through the colored lights that made the place look like a nightclub. She sighed in relief when she finally found the bathroom, opening the door and locking herself inside without caring about the noise it made.

She turned on the lights and leaned on the sink with both hands, leaning over to look at her reflection in the mirror, with tired eyes and her bangs sticking to her forehead from sweat. God, how could she have been so shaken up by a measly hour of partying? She used to be able to take a lot more.

But she also knew exactly what had led up to it and the smell of alcohol on her lips wouldn't let her lie. She thought she was going to have more fun, but her evening became much more difficult after she saw Amber stick her tongue down the throats of at least three people right in front of her, making a point of giving Tara a thumbs-up afterwards, almost as if she was trying to annoy her friend on purpose.

Tara tried everything to make herself less bothered. She'd danced, she'd watched some people play 7 minutes in heaven, she'd even flirted with a few people just for fun, but in the end, what had stopped her blood from pounding furiously in her ears had been the beers stocked in Amber's basement fridge.

She stopped after the third one, after she felt tipsy enough. She didn't want to be her mother's daughter, who didn't know her own limits and fell asleep on the living room carpet because she didn't have the strength to walk to her own room. And the drinks helped for a while, but now that the sweat had evaporated the effect of the alcohol on herself, her headache left her one scream or punch away from going insane.

Tara splashed water on her face, oblivious to the fact that her makeup was getting smudged or her bangs got even wetter. At this point, she no longer cared about much other than surviving the rest of the night.

Once she had pulled herself together, she sighed and left the bathroom, expecting to be dragged into the living room by the crowd of teenagers dancing and jumping around like wild animals, but instead she ended up being bumped in the opposite direction, almost knocking her off balance.

“Oh my God, I'm sorry!” Gentle hands rushed to hold Tara up before she fell and she followed the length of the arms with her eyes until she bumped into a familiar face. It was you, who was now staring at Tara with a frown. The girl couldn't help herself and looked you up and down, mentally appreciating the way you were dressed.

You quickly took your hands off Tara's shoulders, rubbing them anxiously. The girl felt a tug in her chest as she remembered that she had invited you and you most likely should have spent all this time looking for her, while she was drinking and whining about not having the attention of the biggest bitch in Woodsboro. Drunk and abandoning people? Wow, the Carpenter women's genes never fail.

“I didn't realize you'd already arrived.” Tara broke the awkward silence, mentally thanking you for being upstairs and being able to talk without having to shout over the hip hop track playing in the living room.

You looked away, shifting your weight from one foot to the other. “Yeah. It's been a while.”

Tara nodded, feeling a little disappointed in herself as she realized that you had clearly been annoyed by her absence. She tried to strike up a conversation again, wishing she could somehow put a smile on your face. “What brings you upstairs? Not enjoying the energy of the party?”

“I was looking for the bathroom.” You sighed, hugging your elbows. “Actually, I was more looking to escape to the bathroom, because I was planning to hide there until my friends decided to leave.”

“You really don’t like parties, huh?” Tara joked, but the smile on her face hardened when she realized that you hadn't laughed along with her.

Tara felt terrible. Sure, you'd only had a few interactions before, but all of them had proved that you could understand each other easily. Now, Tara didn't know if it was the party, if it was her or something else that had made you look so uncomfortable, but she was determined to make it up to you for being an idiot.

“You know, I think I have a better hiding place than a small bathroom.” She leaned towards you, as if she was sharing a secret. “Are you interested?”

You scrutinized the girl's face and she couldn't help but be disappointed that you didn't even seem to be affected by your proximity as you usually would. Your arms were crossed as you felt suspicious of her offer. “Don't you have to go back to the party?”

Tara made a dismissive gesture with her hand and started walking down the large hallway, looking for a specific room. “Nah, I've been to so many of these that it's lost it’s spark to me.”

Technically, it wasn't a lie. Tara was sick of that party and she'd love to have a distraction from the fact that Amber was now probably at her body count number 100 and Tara wasn't talking about dead people. But then again, she felt strangely committed to making you have at least a little fun and she really liked your company.

Maybe it was just because she felt bad for having invited you in the first place. Yeah, that must be it.

She opened Amber's bedroom door, barging in without hesitation and heading straight for the window, opening it all the way. Behind her, you seemed slightly alarmed by the idea of simply invading the personal space of a girl who could make your life a living hell. “Uh…”

But before you could really protest, Tara put one leg out of the window, glancing in your direction with a playful smile. “Trust me. You’re not scared, are you?”

“I’m not scared, but trusting you? After you invited me to a party you’re trying to escape?” you replied, making Tara's smile widen as she realized you were starting to open up again. “And what are you doing at the window, Rapunzel?”

Tara chuckled, pointing your way. “Wait and see.”

In a swift motion, she raised her hands to the roof platform above her head, pushing off Amber's window with her feet to gain enough momentum to pull herself up with extra effort from her arms. Still holding onto the edge, Tara hung upside down, looking at you through the window with her bangs sticking up. “So, are you coming or not?”

You snorted lightly with the sight, shaking your head as you approached the window. “I’m no Spider-Man. If I fall from here, it’ll be your fault, and I hope they write it down as homicide.”

“Good to know you have so much faith in me.” Tara answered, kneeling on the roof tiles and extending her hand for you to grab. You hesitated for a few seconds, and honestly, Tara couldn’t blame you for it, but she kept looking at you expectantly, trying to communicate with her eyes. Let me make things right with you.

She almost sighed in relief when you finally grabbed her forearm, letting her help you up slowly, pretending not to notice how her hands ended up on your hips. All in the name of making your night a little less boring, of course.

But wow, your body felt... warm.

It didn’t take long for you to pull away from Tara, clearing your throat and sitting on the roof beside her. It would be hard to stand for long due to the slope, but the spot was comfortable enough for you to sit or lie down without the risk of rolling off.

The roof was quite high, not tall enough for you to see the entire city, for example, but high enough that the people below you looked like tiny ants. Ants that were dancing, having fun, and throwing cups of beer at each other.

“Do you come here often?” you broke the silence, but Tara saw the exact moment you winced, realizing way too late the double meaning of your words. “I didn’t mean… I wasn’t…”

“It’s all good.” Tara laughed, considering saying something to tease you even more, but she ultimately decided against it , feeling a bit sorry for your embarrassed state. “And no, to answer your question. I used to spend a lot more time up here before, but now…”

She let the sentence trail off, lost in her own thoughts. Maybe the last time she had been on that roof was the day Sam had gone to rehab, two years ago. Which, looking back now, was probably around the same time Amber stopped being a caring friend and started being the friend that thought Tara complained too much.

The two of you remained in a comfortable silence for a few more seconds—or as quiet as it could be with two massive speakers blasting music two floors below. Tara glanced to the side, staring at your face, which seemed more focused on the starry sky, illuminated only by a few beams of moonlight.

Like she had felt in the car earlier, that sight gave her peace. It wasn’t like looking at Amber, which made her feel like her organs were being squeezed and thrown into an erupting volcano. Looking at you made her feel like a sea breeze was brushing against her face, a comforting, peaceful gust of wind.

Tara’s eyes drifted down to your lips, and she had to run her tongue across her own. Amber’s challenge lingered in the back of her mind, and she was tempted to test if your kiss would be a better distraction than the cheap beer she’d grabbed from the basement.

But suddenly, Tara felt self-conscious. Maybe it was the fact that the idea had been Amber’s, and she was still too annoyed with the girl to give her the satisfaction of being right. Maybe it was because she could still taste the alcohol in her mouth and didn’t want you to taste it too.

Or maybe it was something else. Something gentler and softer that even Tara couldn’t quite describe yet.

“Oh, look!” Tara snapped out of her own thoughts when she saw you excitedly pointing at the sky. “You can see Orion so clearly!”

She followed the direction of your hand with her eyes, feeling confused about what exactly she was supposed to be looking at. That particular night was cloudless, which made the vast array of stars shining in the dark sky exceptionally beautiful.

You noticed the lost expression on the girl’s face beside you and chuckled. “Orion? The constellation?”

“Oh, yeah. I… I know.” Tara just nodded, feeling a bit embarrassed for not being sure what you were referring to. She knew what a constellation was, of course, but she had never studied them in much detail, and in her eyes, all she could see in the sky were random stars, beautiful but completely scattered.

You laughed again, not buying Tara’s excuse for a second after seeing how confused her eyes looked. Gently, your hand held hers as you started pointing out the constellation with both of your hands joined together.

“See those three stars close together? That’s what we call Orion’s belt. It’s much easier to spot the rest of the constellation starting from there. Up there, kind of making a triangle, you have Meissa, Betelgeuse, and Bellatrix, and if you look to the side, it kinda looks like he’s holding a bow.”

Tara wanted to pay attention to your explanation, but her brain turned to mush the moment your hands got entangled, and her heart started pounding like the drums in a heavy metal song. You, on the other hand, seemed completely unaware of the action, which made Tara feel even more like an idiot.

Wow, what was in those drinks?

“You really know a lot about this,” she said, trying to sound normal, even though her voice felt like it could crack at any moment. You smiled at the comment, letting go of her hand to play with your fingers in your lap.

“One day, I had this brilliant idea to paint constellations on my bedroom ceiling—or at least most of them—and I had to do a ton of research to make sure it looked right.” You laughed, and Tara realized she wanted to hear that sound more and more.

“It’s cool that you’re a painter. It’s different.” She wanted to keep the conversation going, eager to learn more about any detail you were willing to offer, but she didn’t exactly know what to say. For someone who usually had no trouble expressing herself, Tara seemed to have forgotten her entire vocabulary.

Luckily, you seemed to be in the opposite situation, feeling comfortable enough to keep talking. “I guess so? I’ve never thought much about it before. Painting is a lot more than just a hobby for me—it’s more like a safe haven, you know?”

Tara nodded instead of giving a verbal response, especially because she knew exactly what you were talking about, but she didn’t have the words to express how much she needed a conversation like this—so simple, yet so healing.

She reached into the pocket of her jacket, slowly pulling out her phone. “Can I take a picture of the constellation?” Tara asked, mentally kicking herself when she heard how vulnerable her voice sounded.

Her tone didn’t go unnoticed by you, and you looked at her with a bit of confusion, but soon after, your eyes softened, shining with kindness—almost as bright as the stars above your heads. “You don’t have to ask me to take pictures of the sky, but do you want me to point it out again?”

“Sorry, old habit.” She shook her head to snap out of it, feeling her cheeks heating up as she started opening the camera app and aiming it upward. “But yeah, please.”

Slowly and gently, you took Tara’s hands again, working together with her to make sure the constellation was perfectly centered. You were close enough for Tara to catch the pleasant scent of your perfume, but she forced herself to stay focused on the picture you two were trying to capture.

After a few successful shots of Orion (which Tara planned to edit later to make it more visible and color-corrected), the two of you lay down side by side, admiring the night’s beauty in another moment of shared, comfortable silence.

_

Now, the silence inside Sam’s car wasn’t as comfortable.

It was the first time Tara had asked Sam to pick her up from a party, especially as late as 2 AM, considering the younger Carpenter always used to sleep over at Amber’s once everything wrapped up.

But after you left, Tara completely lost the desire to stay. The music was dull, she had no interest in drinking or playing any games, and she definitely didn’t want to be around her friends anymore.

She sat in a thoughtful silence, her head resting against the window, watching as the asphalt disappeared behind the car doors. The soft hum of the engine served as background noise since Tara didn’t have her precious headphones, but she’d spent enough time around loud music for the night anyway, so her ears were begging for a break.

“Did you… have fun?” Sam asked cautiously, as if Tara were a wounded animal that might lash out at any moment. The younger girl sighed, feeling guilty for being the reason behind the hostile distance between them.

She already felt guilty about enough things. Maybe it was time to start lifting some of that weight off her shoulders.

“I guess I did.” She nodded, watching Sam’s surprised expression at her genuine response. The look made her seem younger, reminding Tara that Sam wasn’t that much older than her. Now that she thought about it, she couldn’t remember seeing Sam so carefree since she’d returned, but her anger hadn’t exactly allowed her to notice the little details. “I had a good time.”

“Good,” Sam replied, trying to hide a satisfied smile from tugging at the corner of her lips. In the passenger seat, Tara did the same, feeling a tiny bit of happiness from the small progress they’d made. Small steps were important.

The car fell silent again, but it felt less heavy, and Tara figured it was because Sam was tired and still had to focus on the road for at least another 10 minutes. Taking advantage of the pause, the younger Carpenter pulled her phone out of her jacket pocket, going straight to her gallery and searching for the pictures she had taken earlier.

Most of them were of the sky, capturing the fateful (and now familiar to Tara) constellation of Orion, which made her think of the feeling of your hands on hers. Two others, however, were a bit more personal for her.

She zoomed in on the photo, staring at the profile of your face bathed in moonlight as you smiled brighter than the stars. She had taken the picture in secret, an impulsive urge to capture not just the moment, but you. Tomorrow, she could blame it on the alcohol, but tonight, she would give herself the privilege of gazing at your carefree expression for a few long seconds.

You had probably spent hours talking on the roof, and yet it still didn’t feel like enough. Tara wanted more. She needed more. Even though she’d never considered herself to be possessive or clingy, she couldn’t help but want to explore every little piece of your world as if it were the most beautiful piece of art.

A sudden thought crossed her mind, and Tara quickly opened Instagram, this time taking her time to scroll through and really appreciate each of your paintings. As she studied the pieces you had displayed, she mentally kicked herself for not having done it sooner. It was clear that you drew inspiration from the Renaissance, and that people were your greatest muse. There were few self-portraits, but Tara recognized some of your friends in the works.

She was so captivated that she felt a strong urge to knock on your door and ask you to tell her the story behind each one, just for the pleasure of hearing your voice. But, well, it was 2 AM, and she didn’t even know where you lived.

And, of course, she wasn’t that crazy.

Still, she decided to slide into your DMs, sending you five of the photos you had taken of the sky, taking the opportunity to wish you a good night. Would sending a heart emoji be too much? She decided against it. The photos would be enough.

But Tara still wasn’t satisfied with her exploration, so she ventured into your stories, looking for anything that could give her more reasons to talk to you. It turned out to be a great decision, because she struck gold.

You had posted an announcement from Woodsboro Central Hospital earlier, calling for volunteers for a special event dedicated to bringing joy to children hospitalized with cancer. The flyer said that any help was welcome, from telling stories to dressing up as superheroes, and Tara couldn’t stop wondering what you had signed up to do.

Without wasting any time, she navigated to the hospital’s profile, hoping they were still accepting applications even though she was texting them literally seven hours before the event.

Hi, I’m interested in volunteering! Would you need a photographer?

[zuzu-tries-to-write]

You write so well 🥲 can I ask for a short lil writing with Izuku, Bakugo, denki and Kirishima where there is a new student but the moment she enters they’re like star struck from how pretty she is so it’s like love at first sight? Just like anything sweet haha thanks!!

That’s SUCH a cute idea!!! Here it is it was so fun writing it, hope you like it.

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Katsuki Bakugo

“Tch. Dunces, the lot of you.”

Bakugo was leaning back in his chair, arms crossed, eyes shut, doing his usual “I’m too cool to care” routine while the class buzzed around him.

Then the door clicked open.

He cracked one eye open.

And froze.

She stepped inside like she didn’t even realize she’d just ruined his entire world. Hair shining, uniform crisp, the kind of soft expression that made his stomach do something annoying.

His eye twitched.

Nope. No. Absolutely not.

But his gaze didn’t move. He couldn’t look away. When she smiled politely at the class, something inside his chest squeezed uncomfortably.

“What the hell is this?” he muttered under his breath, scowling.

She looked in his direction. He immediately looked away, jaw tightening.

But the tips of his ears turned very red.

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Izuku Midoriya

He was scribbling in his notebook, deep in analysis over a new move he saw All Might use years ago. Class hadn’t even started yet, but Izuku was already muttering theories under his breath.

Then he heard the door open.

He didn’t even look up at first—just another student, probably. But then the room went quiet. Too quiet. That’s when he glanced up.

And his pen slipped from his hand.

There she stood—new, unfamiliar, breathtaking. Her eyes scanned the classroom nervously, and Izuku swore everything slowed down. His heart pounded as his cheeks flushed bright red.

W-Who is she? His brain tried to activate but failed. He watched as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and offered a shy smile to the class. It knocked the air out of his lungs.

When their eyes briefly met, he shot up from his chair so fast it squeaked.

“I—uh��Welcome to Class 1-A!” he stammered, voice cracking mid-sentence. “I’m Midoriya! I mean—I’m Izuku! Midoriya Izuku. I mean—Welcome!!”

She smiled.

He died (in a good way).

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Denki Kaminari

“Bro, I’m telling you, she’s gonna walk in and fall in love with me instantly. New girl always does.”

“Denki, that’s literally never happened,” Sero deadpanned.

Denki grinned, leaning back on two legs of his chair like he was in a movie.

Then the door opened.

His chair slammed back to the floor as he stood in one dramatic motion.

“Holy—” he whispered, jaw dropping.

She was glowing. Not like, actually glowing—but was she glowing?? Her eyes sparkled as she glanced around, a little shy, a little hopeful.

He felt his heart somersault.

“Yep. There it is. That’s the love of my life,” he said, still staring, dreamy smile spreading across his face. “I saw her for three seconds and I’m ready to give her my last pudding cup.”

Sero groaned. “You don’t even share those with me.”

“I’d give her everything,” Denki whispered.

Then she smiled, and he short-circuited a little.

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Eijiro Kirishima

He was mid-laugh, arm slung over Sero’s chair, telling a story about some sparring mishap when he noticed it—the vibe shift. The room went still, a breathless pause.

He turned toward the door—

And there she was.

Everything about her screamed soft, new, kind. She looked a little nervous, fingers playing with the edge of her sleeve, but her smile was the warmest thing he’d ever seen.

Whoa.

He stood up automatically, eyes wide, heart pounding with something unfamiliar—but so good.

She glanced his way.

He smiled—big, genuine, the kind that made people feel safe.

“Hey! Welcome! You’re gonna love it here!” he said, voice a little more excited than usual.

She smiled back, and he felt it in his soul.

He turned to Sero, still staring after her.

“I think I’m in love, man.”

Sero rolled his eyes. “You said that about the tea lady at lunch.”

“No, no,” Kirishima whispered. “This one’s different.”

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[negativeroots]

how does it feel to be a hero

Today has been so surreal!! When I saw the birds this morning (my goats were very alarmed) and reached out, I was hoping I could catch them and either reunite them with their owner or find them a good home, but I never would have guessed that Kedreeva knew these specific birds personally!

I wasn't able to catch them before I had to leave for work, and I was so worried they would wander off before I got home. My property is fenced but obviously not peacock-proof lol. I left them some food and water to hopefully entice them to stay, and either that or pure chance worked! They were at the very back of my property though, just to keep me on my toes haha.

I have to give a lot of kudos to their breeder, as they were super docile and gentle, and happy to take peanuts from me even after I tricked them into the makeshift pen ❤️ They really didn't resist too much when their owner picked them up either!

And huge thanks to @kedreeva as well for all their help! I would have had no idea what to do otherwise, and who knows where they would have ended up!

Also their owner is delightful and I may have made a new friend, so another added benefit.

[sparklystarrrr]

haha true to my word, I have riddle. Riddle with white rabbit beastwoman! Reader. Like she’s very ditzy and clumsy but always follows him around. Idk it’s just an idea

YAHOO HEY MOOTIE PATOOTIE!!!! That's acc the cutest idea ever I'm gonna explode. I will forever love the idea of a white rabbit character in Heartslabyul

Hopping Into Your Heart

Synopsis: Heartslabyul's favorite white rabbit is too clumsy for her own good!

Contains: Riddle R. x Fem! White Rabbit! Reader, reader is shorter than Riddle, post overblot Riddle, lowkey kinda cheesey

The Unbirthday plan was set. Students rallied up in hundreds of groups and got to work on things like desserts, croquet animal tending, tablecloth ironing and so on. (y/n) was in charge of aiding Riddle, checking in on everyone, and making sure everyone would be on time. Having three jobs put on one person was quite grueling. Although (y/n) knew exactly how to do it. She’d done it many times before and Heartslabyul trusted her as a main part in Unbirthday planning. Riddle luckily had similar jobs of checking in and making sure everyone was on time, though he was a bit more lenient than before. It was easy for (y/n) to stick at Riddle’s hip like usual when performing her tasks. 

The bunny carried a clipboard thick with multiple checklists atop each other, a red pom-pom pen in her other hand. She had been checking off all tasks and details needed for the party. “We only have a few things left, Riddle! W-would you like to go over them?” She spoke with a slight stutter from how fast she spoke. “Do you mind reading them out to me?” He replied with a much slower pace, his eyes shifting from the boys at work to her. He peered over her shoulder while she read aloud. 

“We still need to complete setting the table cloths, laying out the decorations, setting the silverware and china, brewing the tea, making the cake… I feel like I’m forgetting something.” She muttered. Her nose twitched as she thought while her foot thumped on the floor causing a thumping sound. “The dorm mou-“ “AH! The dorm mouse! My oh my, how could I forget!” Her big (e/c) eyes widened and she feverishly wrote “Dorm mouse inside the tea pot” towards the bottom of the page with an empty check box next to it.

“I deeply apologize Housewarden! Shall we go on the next task now? Nevermind, if we don’t we may be late, let’s go!” She quickly grasped Riddle’s gloved hand and hopped outside where the students were laying the tablecloths. “(y/n)! Slow down please, we have much time to spare!” The red haired boy yelped. Though he didn’t shake the bunny girl off his wrist. She went straight down the path to check on all the students. She looked down and engrossed herself in her check list when all of a sudden she tripped over her fast moving feet. The clipboard and pen flew out of her hands and landed roughly on the floor. Riddle sped up to her and grabbed the fabric on her waist, pulling her in to his body as quickly as he could before she fell to the ground.

“H-HOUSEWARDEN!!” Her fluffy white ears shot up to the sky and her face turned a bright red. “(y/n), please watch your step next time!" His own cheeks started to dust a strawberry red as well. She jumped out of his warm arms and collected her things, "I-I DEEPLY APOLOGIZE HOUSEWARDEN W-WE MUST BE OFF!!" She once again sped walked around the yard, looking around and giving herself whiplash. Though she would never realize it, her pom-pom tail was wagging like CRAZY. Riddle was pulled from his dumbfounded trance and giggled at her fast-paced movements. He then caught up to her with a light jog, since that was needed to match her walking speed.

There was but a singular table which had yet to be decorated with vases of flowers and silverware, or even chairs for that matter. Just a completely blank table. Its bland appearance made it camouflage in the back corner, hiding behind tables that had been filled with decorations already. The table cloth draped onto the grassy floor of Heartslabyul and trailed out like wings blowing gracefully in the wind. Little did said table cloth know the tornado it would endure in just a few seconds.

(Y/n) made her quick stride towards the tables. She zoomed between tables and perked her ears in every which direction while scanning for unfinished duties. While she zipped along, Riddle urgently tried to keep up. Though, with the heeled boots of his uniform and her strong legs propelling her forward against the breeze it was near impossible to match her. "(y/n), would you slow down just a bit? I'm having trouble keeping up!" He aimlessly yelped."S-sorry Housewarden, but if these duties are not done by the set time, we will be late!!!"

She took herself over to the corner of the last tables that needed to be checked. At the sight of the blank table she slowed down just enough as to wear Riddle could catch up with a heaving chest and thick gasping breaths.”Oh my! This table is quite bear, is anyone working on thi- W-WOAH!-” In her hurried frenzy the girl tripped right over the pristine white cloth. The redheaded boy behind her tried to grab out to her just like before, but he went tumbling down with her. The two fell to the ground enveloped by the cotton threads that pulled them closer“(Y-(Y/N)! Are you alright?!! You must watch your step!” His eyes scanned her face that was underneath him.

Thats right. The two were in the unfortunate position of him landing atop her, gloved hands at each side of her head. With her hair pooling gently over the blades of grass and the dazed expression on her face, he couldn’t help but stare. They stiffened. “HOUSEWARDEN ROSEHEARTS!! THIS IS QUITE INAPPROPRIATE OF ME I DO SINCERELY APOLOGIZE- FORGIVE MEEE!!!” Her face bloomed a hot red and she jumped out from under him. His face turned a crimson that rivaled his own locks

”(y/n) i-it’s completely alright! Just I- ah…” He looked down seemingly in shame and while rubbing his neck while (y/n) bounced away. Trey came over and assessed the situation,”Yeah, we weren’t using that table anyways. One of the students over counted. Are you alright Riddle?” He took a hand to Riddle’s forehead. “You don’t seem sick or anything… oh. oh…” The green haired boy’s lips formed a smirk and looked in the direction the shorter boy was focused on. (Y/n) was still bright strawberry red while talking to the giggling Cater and Adeuce duo, and she was exactly in Riddle’s yearning view. Trey snickered.

“What Trey? Why are you laughing??” The younger boy questioned. “If you really want her that bad just ask. Even bring her a rose and ask her out for tea.” Riddle’s eyes widened and he pulled them quickly away from the bunny he s dearly adored. “Trey! How could you say that!? have no feelings for her…” his tone wavered and his lips quivered. He knew the blatant lie he spoke just then. He was too shy to fully say it. He knew that his feelings were true, but the girl was to hard to read. She was always ditzy and jumpy, that was her personality. Yeah sure she would be much more jumpy and sensitive with him, but was that a surefire sign she felt the same? Riddle was too dense to put the dots together. In that case, Trey did it for him.

“Her favorite roses are the unpainted ones. She also enjoys herbal and floral teas more than fruity ones.” Trey whispered to him. Riddle furrowed his brows,”Why are you telling me this…” knowing damn well he would be taking it into close consideration. Trey plopped a half painted rose into his hands. “Riddle, you know exactly why i’m telling you this.” Trey sounded almost ominous if not for the small smile on his face. The redhead pursed his lips in deep thought and twirled the flower in his hand. “You wouldn’t mind bringing out the King’s chair… would you?” he murmured just above his breath.

“Not at all. Go shoot your shot, I’m rooting for you.” The green haired boy said before walking off, giving him a light pat on the back. Riddle exhaled. He just had to ask her out. How hard could that be?

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the other three Heartslabyul boys pushing a seemingly unwilling (y/n) in his direction. As much as she tried to pounce away, they shoved her forward. Her face had flushed a warm pink and her ears flattened against her head. He gripped the rose as if a gust of wind would blow it from his hands. His feet moved before he could even think, “What do you buffoons think you’re doing?!” He shot at the boys pushing her towards him. With a big push, Adeuce and Cay-cay shoved a screaming (y/n) into Riddle’s arms once more. Her head pressed against his beating chest as he caught her, blushing much more than before when he saw her. “What have I told you about watching your step… this is the third time today (y/n).” His voice was laced with a soft tone, one would even call it caring. His face was bright red and his lips trembled. His hand that held the rose  shook slightly and he pulled her off him.

Before she could panic and apologize feverishly, he spoke with a stutter which was incredibly out of character for Housewarden Rosehearts,”(y-(y/n)… I’m not sure how to approach this.” His voice was much smaller than he would like. Her eyes were wide with something different from the anxiety and rush that she usually felt. Her ears flopped on her head much more naturally now. Riddle held his arms in front of him with the flower in hand, trying his best to make eye contact and be confident knowing how nervous he was.”Would it be alright if I… courted you? O-obviously I understand if the feeling is unreciprocated. It felt like I’d be lying if I didn’t tell you how I really feel….”His grey eyes averted hers while she remained wide eyed.

Her lips parted to speak but nothing came out. She was starstruck. She slipped her watch back into her pocket and grabbed the stem of the rose gently. Her eyes glittered as she gazed at the flower in her hand. Riddle stood with trembling hands clasped behind his back, unsure of her reaction with eyes gazing at the tops of his shoes. Suddenly, a soft crunch came from the girl followed by a soft moan one would usually make when eating something delicious, then another crunch and some chewing. Once his eyes shot up he saw the picture before him… (y/n) had been eating the rose he gave her. She licked her lips,”Wow Riddle, I didn’t know you knew how to get the most delicious flowers! How did you know roses were my favorite?” she asked while plucking the petals off and popping them in with a satisfied smile. 

Riddle stammered. "Ah- Yes um... I-it was purely instinct..?" His tone of voice betrayed him and showed how confused he was. The bunny popped the whole flower into her mouth with a happy crunch, gulping it down and humming happily. He still looked at her expectantly. He awaited an answer to his previous statement. He straightened himself up and spoke a bit more confidently"...Do you accept my feelings for you, (y/n)?" Her fluffy tail wagged as she gasped, suddenly realizing his words. "Oh my... Yes!" Her cheeks became equivalent to a bright cherry. She realized her words just after.

Her voice grew small and she thought for a bit on what to say. "I-I mean I uhhh.... I-i have a lot of feelings for you too..."She was just about to hop away when Riddle took her hand in his. "Shall we go for tea tomorrow?"He smiled softly. (y/n) felt her world stop as their gaze was stuck between them. "Yea... that would be really nice!" She giggled. "Come, there's a seat waiting for you beside me." Riddle snickered with her, pulling her alongside him and bringing her to sit in the King's chair brought out by Trey just a few moments before. Riddle pulled out her chair with grace, (y/n) sat down with glee she hadn't felt in quite a while. He poured both of them a cup of rose tea while she cut him a slice of strawberry tart. The two were sure to be the most adorable couple in all of Night Raven College.

I made this long for no reason but I just love my boy Widdle🤭💋

[pnghoon]

김선우ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⨾ 󠀠ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤboy next door

(🧁) ── 𝓚IM SEONWOO [선우] ⁞ ㅤㅤ𝓰. fluff, crack, humor, love at first sightㅤㅤ୨୧ㅤㅤ warnings : sunoo is WHIPPED, so many mentions of food and baked goods, not proofreadㅤ⟡ㅤ!nonidol neighbor !noo 𝔁 fem neighbor !reader ㅤᯓ ꒰ wc : 1.7k ꒱ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤsynopsis .ᐟ in which your neighbor seems to want your attention (¬⤙¬ ) ── 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 ᡣ𐭩

juno's note ─ in another life you and noo are married and you're both raising that committee plant trust. this noo fic idea is so ass but he's the cutest cutie patootie ever in this i wanna nom on his cheek :3) please be sure to like & reblog !! ♡

sunoo didn’t believe in love at first sight. well–not until he saw you.

as soon as sunoo saw you walk into the building through his window, carrying boxes that looked way too heavy for you to carry on your own, he knew. he was cooked.

his pencil clattered to the ground, calculus homework long forgotten, as he scrambled up from his desk and leaned against the windowsill, eyes wide with fascination. meatball, his orange cat, lazily blinked up at him from the corner of the room.

he blinked, stunned.

"do you see her?" sunoo whispered dramatically, pointing out the window like he’d just seen a shooting star. "meatball, she’s so pretty."

meatball meowed. uninterested.

sunoo ran a hand through his hair, already spiraling. "oh my god, what if she hates cats?"

he found out two days later that you actually loved cats.

you’d crouched to pet meatball when you bumped into them in the hallway and sunoo had stood there, frozen, watching the two loves of his life get along like it was the most magical thing in the world. he swore he almost teared up.

"he’s cute," you said, smiling at meatball before glancing up at sunoo. "what’s his name?"

sunoo’s brain short-circuited.

"meatball," he blurted before even realizing how stupid it sounded. "i mean. yeah. meatball. he’s... my roommate."

you laughed. you laughed. and sunoo had never wanted to throw himself off the balcony and into the flower bushes more in his life.

he decided then and there he needed a plan. a subtle, charming, not desperate looking plan to woo his new neighbor.

he baked.

it started as a simple idea—something to pass the time on a lazy sunday, a kind gesture for the new girl who’d just moved in next door. but by the time sunoo was elbow's deep in flour and drowning in tabs titled "chewy chocolate chip cookies that actually work," it had spiraled into something else entirely.

the first batch was a disaster. he misread the recipe and used baking powder instead of baking soda, which wouldn’t have been that bad if he hadn’t also gotten distracted imagining what your smile might sound like when you tried them.

the second batch was better—surprisingly so. he sifted the flour properly this time, creamed the butter and sugar with care, and even rotated the tray halfway through baking like the blogs told him to.

he hummed to himself while scooping out perfect little mounds of dough, thinking of your eyes and how nice it might be to see them sparkle.

when they came out, golden brown and soft in the middle, he actually gasped. "oh my god. i should be on the great british bake off."

he barely let them cool before arranging them neatly into a pink box he found in the back of his cupboard. then he pulled out a pen and a sticky note, scribbling "welcome to the complex :)" in handwriting he re-did at least four times because the first three looked like a cryptic warning.

and then came the part he hadn’t thought through: delivering them.

sunoo stood in front of his mirror, holding the box like it was a fragile heirloom, practicing lines like, "hey, thought you might like these!" and "i was just passing by haha, no big deal!" except they all sounded way too forced and he kept tripping over his words. eventually, he settled on just… winging it. how bad could it go?

well.

he knocked. his heart stuttered when the door creaked open.

you were in sweatpants, hair loosely tied back, a sleepy look in your eyes that somehow made you look effortlessly cute—like the kind of cute that belonged in quiet morning scenes of romance movies. sunoo’s brain went blank instantly.

"hey," you said nonchalantly, leaning casually on the doorframe. "what’s up?"

he blinked. his fight or flight began to kick in. he thrusted the box forward like a sacred offering. "i baked," he blurted. "not poisoned."

you raised an eyebrow, then laughed—actually laughed—and the sound was somehow better than anything his imagination had come up with. "that’s comforting," you said, reaching for the box. "thanks."

sunoo nodded. "yep. anytime. enjoy. okay. bye." he turned too fast, bumped into the wall, muttered "ow," and then kept walking like nothing happened.

from then on, sunoo found any and every excuse to talk to you.

he offered to help carry your groceries even when you clearly only had a carton of milk and a bag of round green grapes. he went as far as to water your plants for you every now and then.

one time he even showed up with a tiny potted plant, saying it was a "welcome gift from the "neighborhood committee" (there was no committee, you googled it.).

"you didn’t have to," you’d always say, cheeks slightly warm. to be honest, you were never that good at accepting gifts, or even compliments. but the way sunoo's eyes would stare at you expectantly made your heart flutter. or maybe it was the sweet words that came after.

"i wanted to," he’d reply every time, pretending not to melt when you smiled back.

he lent you a charger. a whisk. a hammer he didn’t even own before he ran to the hardware store to buy one just in case you needed it.

you, on the other hand, were chill about the whole thing. or so you tried to be.

you’d greet him every time with a small smile and a "hey, sunoo," like you knew he was going to be there. and honestly, he usually was. in the hallway. by the mailboxes. once suspiciously by your doormat.

"were you just crouched outside my door?" you asked once.

"meatball ran away!" sunoo lied, voice high-pitched. "i was looking for him!"

meatball was inside sunoo’s apartment, sitting on the windowsill. judging him.

still, you laughed. you always laughed. and you always let him linger just a little longer.

by the end of the month, your fridge looked like a full on pastry display at a trendy bakery.

you hadn’t asked for it. really, you hadn’t—but somehow he had taken it upon himself to bake you almost every dessert known to mankind.

there were sugar cookies with doodles on them—little hearts, tiny cats, one that looked suspiciously like meatball. there was a slice of green matcha cake so beautifully decorated you genuinely stared at it for ten minutes straight, trying to convince yourself not to eat it.

and the red velvet cupcakes.

four cupcakes.

you told yourself they weren’t that good. but the way you devoured one in under sixty seconds said otherwise. to sum it up–his baking was criminal.

but then the days added up, and the baked goods piled up, and you came to a tragic realization—no matter how divine sunoo’s desserts were, you probably couldn’t survive off sugar and frosting alone.

probably.

so, one lazy afternoon, you slipped on your shoes, zipped up your jacket, and decided to make a trip to the nearest convenience store.

you had barely made it out of the apartment complex when—plop.

a fat drop of rain landed directly on your forehead.

your shoulders visibly slumped as the drizzle turned into full-on rain, cold and sudden. it felt like a sign from the gods themselves, gently nudging you to accept your fate—maybe the risk of diabetes was worth it, because eating sunoo's pastries really did feel like heaven. you sighed, already defeated, and instinctively turned to head back inside, but—

"y/n?

you turned around, blinking through the rain.

and there he was.

sunoo, in all his sunshine glory, holding the biggest, brightest yellow umbrella you had ever seen. he was dressed like he’d expected this weather—pulled together in a light windbreaker, sleeves rolled neatly, a mini beige tote bag in one hand.

"you’re going out?" he asked, eyes wide and curious like a puppy.

you nodded, holding your arms over your head like that would actually help. "i was gonna hit the store. kind of regretting it now."

sunoo didn’t hesitate. he stepped closer, tilting his umbrella so it covered you, too.

"come on," he smiled, motioning with his head. "i’ll walk you."

you bit back a smile, staring at him for a moment before stepping into pace beside him. the umbrella was just big enough to cover you both, though you still brushed shoulders here and there.

once you were both at the convenience store, you ended up at a white slim table near the window as you both watched the rain drops race.

sunoo had gone a bit overboard again. the plastic bag between you held honey butter chips, melon milk, lychee jelly, and a cream-filled bread you’d only bought because he practically begged you to try it.

he was swinging his legs like a little kid, cheeks full as he munched, rain tapping gently on the glass infront of you.

you took a bite of the cream bread, chewing thoughtfully. "not bad."

sunoo turned, hopeful. "but…?"

"not as good as your baking," you said calmly, straight-faced.

sunoo choked on his melon milk. literally choked.

his eyes widened, and he started patting his chest like he just got hit by a bus.

"what?!"

you raised a brow, amused. "your cupcakes? they were good. i still think about them sometimes."

his whole face turned pink like a peach. ears red. lips twitching like he didn’t know whether to smile or faint.

"you do?" he squeaked.

you nodded, taking another bite. "yeah. guess i like dorks who bake."

he froze. stared. blinked.

"are you saying that because—wait—are you flirting with me?"

you didn't say anything, your smile said it all. you glanced over at him with that same look plastered on your face before looking away to take another bite of your bread.

sunoo’s mouth opened. closed. opened again. still staring at you with such disbelief.

"i might be in love with you," he suddenly blurted out, staring at you like he was in a daze.

you blinked. now it was your turn to be shocked. only difference was that you didn't choke on your food.

his eyes bulged when he realized what just came out of his mouth. "i mean! like you. i like you. a lot. not love! i don’t love you! i mean i could—one day maybe—but not that i—"

you held up a hand, stifling your laugh.

"relax," you smiled, soft and sweet. "i like you too."

sunoo blinked. once. twice. he wasn't even sure.

and then he giggled. full on, shoulders shaking giggled. "meatball is never gonna believe this."

you snorted into your drink. "tell him i said hi."

𝓢igning off... @pnghoon

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[koolades-world]

hello ^^

was wondering if youd be able to write something about the demon brothers (and maybe diavolo too) with mc whos a little dumb? as in they forget a lot of stuff (what day it is, where they put something only a few seconds ago, etc) and dont know a lot of things even if its obvious. theyre also a bit gullible and fall for fake news or scams a lot. basically a bimbo/himbo type of mc.

hi!! yeah sure thing!

actually went to google if there was a gender neutral version of bimbo himbo and apparently there actually is

presenting: thembo! haha I love this term

enjoy :)

Thembo/Himbo/Bimbo Mc

Lucifer

very protective of you

can't help but internally smile whenever you forget your train of thought or asks him what today's date is for the third time

if there's an unreliable news source that keeps finding it's way into your hands he sees personally that they mysteriously goes out of business

gotten surprisingly good at finding things you lost, like he'll just move one thing out of the way and what you're looking for will be there (big mom energy here)

Mammon

he's a himbo himself tbh

you're cut from the same cloth so you can be silly together

100% both of you will ask each other the time, check your D.D.D., and only leave that situation with what percent it's at so you have to check again and still don't have the time

you match each other's energy so well it's meant to be

Levi

he's not quite sure how to feel at first

he gets overwhelmed by the amount of questions you ask, but once you start asking questions about his games, you're instantly close

he doesn't mind repeating himself since you actually care about him

sometimes he forgets everything besides gaming so he gets it

Satan

if Mammon is your birds of a feather flock together, he's your opposite attract moment, even better than Lucifer

he always makes sure to let you know if something you've heard is fake or not and always makes it a lesson even though despite you listening, never seems to stick but that's ok he still loves you

however he loves how you embrace all of the things he loves even if you don't fully get it, like all the more complicated books he reads for fun

it's alright he has enough brains for the both of you lol

Asmo

sometimes he's very himbo so he has solutions to your problems

gives you a cute little invisible ink pen that activates when you stand or sit in spots you're in a lot to write on your arm with since regular ink isn't cute (solomon made it <3)

always asks you if you have everything before you leave the house with a checklist, and when you got home

please make sure to thank him!!

Beel

he also has the same oblivious nature, but he's more dense while you're more airhead

if you put your heads together (and with a little help from belphie) you can usually figure it out

will help you look for your D.D.D. while the both of you use the flashlight on your D.D.D.

ultimate duo fr

Belphie

he thinks you're so silly but tries to keep any playfully mean comments to a minimum

sometimes he can't help but poke fun at you but afterwards he always tells you he's sorry and tells you you're pretty

straight up puts tracking devices on important items that you handle everyday so that if you lose something, you can easily find it again, such as your toothbrush and textbooks

Diavolo

another sorta himbo, since he seems like he has no idea what he's doing but actually is very aware

if you lose something and really can't find it, no worries! he can just buy you a new one or have the Little D's search for it since they'll do anything to help you out

very understanding and sweet about it since he kinda gets it

the both of you can embrace this lifestyle together

[tridentrans]

WOAHHHH my DP ocs....which are actually just AU versions of my normal ocs yay <3 got so excited for this event bc i love ocs that i drew new lil references for them on the spot. bc i did not have any before now. which is why i'm late to day 1!! just pretend this is also for day 2. even though it's not reverse AU for these ghosts to have human designs. because they're adaptations of ocs i already have and i decided they were humans who died and became ghosts LOL... and of course Reo is here. he's human and still alive. further oc lore concepts will be under the cut ↓

OK. so. Maverick first. he's a poor teenage ghost who is REALLY passionate about mail. he was quite lonely and pushed-aside (thanks in large part to his brother) when he was alive, so as a ghost his greatest desire has become "acknowledgement", in a sense. as a ghost he can't speak, so he just writes and sends letters. one of his ghost powers is just being able to instantly pull written and sealed letters out of his bag. so if you were to have an actual conversation with him he'd just be handing you endless amounts of letters over and over again... he can also manipulate or summon other mail, doesn't just have to be his own.

ironically, his other main ability is pyromancy. he can burn your mail just as easily as he can deliver it, lol. the fire powers is bc i associate him with fire in my original oc story but also because he's slightly based on the phrase "going postal," so. he has a bit of a hot temper here. i imagine that most people or ghosts aren't keen on answering random letters from someone they don't know, (humans especially are prone to ignoring spam mail) so he still ends up ignored (he gets ghosted, you could say). and then he gets mad.

this would lead in to the hypothetical Episode that exists in my mind. which i would title "going postal" haha. basic plot rundown is that Maverick would be trying to get Danny's attention with some letters, but Danny is a veryyyyy busy guy and would keep accidentally, or through hijinks, ignoring or destroying the letters, both in human and ghost form. this would be the last straw for Maverick and he'd get pissed enough to attack. he wouldn't be a reoccurring antagonist though, as I imagine the miscommunication would get resolved by the end of the episode.

and now for Reo!! he's a student at Casper High and is on the baseball team. which i don't recall if the school is ever mentioned as having a baseball team in the show? but it's a high school. it has one. anyways, he was one of the random people selected to receive Maverick's letters, and one of the only ones ever to actually send a reply. he's VERYYY curious by nature. so even if it is weird as hell to get a letter out of nowhere from someone you don't know, he'd probably reply.... and then he keeps replying even after he finds out his new pen pal is a ghost. he's nice like that. so hooray for MavReo friendship.

As for canon interactions. I did consider the idea of like. One day Reo takes Maverick to school with him, and it keeps setting off Danny's ghost sense. So Danny's freaked out all episode bc there Must be some Ghost following him around school all day ...sneaking ...stalking.... But actually it's his random background classmate passing notes w a ghost all day long. I also have another (human) character from my oc story that Reo is friends with that I didn't do an AU design for (yet?). In this setting, they would definitely try to do ghost investigations together. so that could be a goofy episode plot, that Danny has to manage some random students poking their nose in ghost stuff. WITH another ghost, no less.

now for "Ricky." in my regular oc story his name is a secret but i had to call him something for the sake of this AU so just don't mind my weird quotation marks. he and Maverick do NOTTTTT have a good relationship. he's the sorta typical jerk older brother who has no time for his sibling. doesn't care for that kid at ALL. Maverick is annoying, yeah, and it's really just stupid that their names are so similar, sheesh.... he would definitely be an antagonist, possibly reoccurring, because he's an asshole.

i do not have a little episode plot in mind for him yet, but his main thing is shapeshifting. i imagine he has all the basic ghost abilities everyone seems to have (invisibility, flight, intangibility) but beyond that, the shapeshifting is his only shtick. mostly because that's what he does in the original story AND i'm not trying to make him overpowered. you can do a lot with impersonation, especially since i have him able to mimic humans (something Spectra needs to siphon teenage angst for lol). So. bc he's kindof an all around jerk he would definitely just use this ability to cause problems. it is fun for him...

[iridescent-solstice]

Presenting my twstsona/oc Estrella in the twisted wonderland universe because yes 🙂↕️🙂↕️

Special thanks to @zetsubobu 4 not only tolerating my extreme Leona brainrot, but also for her amazing idea of adding small doodles!!

The savanaclaw symbol belongs to the game twisted wonderland. The design for the magic pen is taken from the arcana game, (Asra’s compass) 4 lore reasons 🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️

Edit: I CANT BELIEVE THIS SLIPPED MY MIND 😖😖 tysm to @foxprintz for the advice on hybrid ears and tails! Their art is so good that the moment I realised I wanted Ella to be a deer I literally went straight to them haha

[hiddenonyx]

(18+) Obey Me! Characters C*ck Warming Dabbles

Notes: haha c*ck warming, it's in the title. Each character has their one notes/warnings.

Word Count: ~5.6K | ~510 words per character

A/N: I'm not dead! Been working on this on and off for like a month and half. Lucifer's and Mammon's are bit awkward for it, but I think it's passable. Please do enjoy baby's attempt at smut. I tired to keep MC as gender neutral as possible, but there are one or two that are fem!mc :/

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Lucifer - Notes: gn!mc, the barest hint of sex

Lucifer rarely has the time to properly indulge himself in you. You sneak into his study one night, a soft beg on your lip, and sweet, sinful eyes piercing his soul, and Lucifer feels horrible telling you “not tonight”. There’s a big political meeting happening in a ten day and there’s so much paperwork that-

    Seeing your gaze fall and your heart break, Lucifer sighs. Fine, he tells you. He’ll let you do one thing, but you have to promise to behave. And that’s how you end up sitting as still as you can on his lap, his hard cock buried deep within you. You’re truly dying now - you’ve been here for almost thirty minutes as Lucifer holds the small of your back, his free hand working away at his seemingly endless stack of paperwork.

    Your body aches with desire and you squirm a little, desperate for any stimulation at all. Lucifer hisses through gritted teeth, his gripped on you tightens in warning, and you whine pitifully. He hushes you gently. Your gaze gently trails over his expression, and you realize that he’s not faring any better than you. Maybe if you misbehaved a little more he’d break and fuck you properly. 

    “Don’t.”

You whine as your idea is shut down before you even attempt it.  “Lucifer~~” you whine, your voice broken. He sighs and tightens his grip on you again, his gloved hand digging into your skin hard. Another minute passes, and then, to your surprise, Lucifer sets his pen down. His now free hand joins the other before falling down to your hip.

    “Alright, alright. Seeing as you've been so good…” His other hand drops to your hip and he raises your body up, dragging you until only the head of his cock remains inside, before slamming you down. The action feels so good after having to wait so long, you almost cum right then and there. “I suppose you deserve a reward..”

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Mammon - Notes: gn!mc, existing relationship, pet names

    You should’ve suspected that the Avatar of Greed would be an insatiable boyfriend; Mammon cannot seem to get enough of you. He wants everything about, of and from you. And when you tell him “no” or “later”, he pouts and whines and sulks for the rest of the day. It’s as cute as it is annoying, and today is no different.

    You’re sitting on the plush carpeted floor of your room, a pillow between you and the little tray that holds your textbooks, papers, and pens. You’re attempting to make a study guide for an upcoming test in Curses and Hexes, but Mammon is insistent in poking the fat of your thigh. 

    “C’mon! Ya can do that later,” you don’t even have to look at him to know he’s pouting. You pause and look at him, silently counting for a minute as you give Mammon a tired stare. He gives you a confused look, before opening his mouth to say something - something that you cut off as your gaze returns to your work.

    “There. Now it’s “later”. Now let me work, okay puppy?” You hear him whine and he goes back to poking your thigh.

    “W-what?! The hell was that?!” He huffs, “A-and don’t call me puppy, okay?”

    You can feel a vein throb in your head as Mammon continues to poke at you. You’re starting to understand why Lucifer hangs him from the ceiling so often. You’re about to snap at him, when an idea crosses your mind. It’s devious and mean, but it’ll be a compromise; you’ll be able to get your work done and he’ll get your attention…and it’ll be a suitable punishment for him.

    About ten minutes later, Mammon grunts softly, his arms straining to keep himself propped up in his sitting position to adhere to the pact command. You can feel his chest heaving in effort, though he’s trying hard to disguise it.

“T-treasure this…t-this is hardly f-fair,” his voice is ragged.

    “Well maybe you should’ve thought about that. Actions have consequences, puppy.” You grind back into him, and he hisses in both pleasure and the strain of obeying the pact command of “stay still”.  You roll your hips again, biting your bottom lip to stop yourself from moaning; thankful that your back is to Mammon so that he can’t see. He moans softly in response. 

    “T-treasure p-please-“

    “Aw, does the Great Mammon not enjoy having his cock warmed?” You tease him, as your pen scratches a line of text onto your almost finished study guide. “Just a little longer puppy~.” You feel him twitch at the nickname and you fail to bite back the soft sigh that escapes you.

    “N-not a dog,” he growls through gritted teeth. You scratch the last line on your guide before setting your pen down. You lean back into him a little with a soft mewl.

    “Alright, you can move now baby. Mm, you can fuck me as hard as you want.”

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Levi - Notes: gn!mc, Levi being Levi

    You passively press the button on the controller, reading the nearly absurd amount of dialogue as it flashes on screen. You lean forward a little, the story of the world dragging you in. Levi glances up from his manga as you shift on the floor and gives you a questioning look.

    “There is no way you’re reading all that. Just spam through it; it’s so boring.”

    You gently hit his leg with your free hand, your gaze never leaving the screen, “Shh.” You can almost feel him roll his eyes, as he relaxes more into the beanbag you’re sitting up against, “Just read your manga.”

    A few more minutes pass in silence as you read your respective media. You hum every now again, the game’s world growing more and more interesting as you continue to read. You only hear the occasional page turning from Levi as he reads silently. You settle back against the beanbag, resting your head a little on Levi’s leg as you sigh. You feel him tense a little at the sudden physical contact, but to your surprise he doesn’t comment on it. A flicker of interest crosses your mind; normally Levi would comment on any kind of touch, even casual…

    Your free hand gently brushes his leg, a little higher than where your head rests, in a fake stretch. You feel a little flinch, but again, no comment. Maybe he was really focused on his manga, or maybe, just maybe, Levi was finally starting to warm up to you. You wait a few seconds before you gently rest your hand against the side of his lower thigh, your fingers reaching up.

    “W-what are you d-doing, n-normie?!” He flinches away, and moves a little to escape your grasp. You tilt your head up to meet his eyes, doing your best to hide your smirk at his blush.

    “Nothing, just stretching. Why?” You smirk, “Were you hoping for something?” Levi, seeming to be full of surprises of today, blushes more, stumbles over his words, and looks away. It’s at the point you read the title of the manga that he’s been reading: “My Roommate Totally Wants to Fuck Me! (18+)”.

Oh. OH.

    “Levi?” You can’t hide the smugness in your voice or the teasing note. “Are you reading smut?”

    “N-NO! I-I-“

    You sit up and turn around, setting the controller to the side and climbing onto his lap; poor Levi is redder than a hellspiced tomato. However despite his embarrassment and your teasing, he makes no move to escape or push you off. 

    You lean forward and whisper in his ear, “Why don’t you show me a few pages, hmm?” You purr and flick your tongue over his earlobe, listening to his breath catch, “Maybe I can recreate a few of them for you~”

    Several minutes later, you’re sitting on top of Levi, his hard cock pulsing and twitching between your walls as you pepper his face with small kisses. He claws at you slightly, wanting to bury his face in your neck and hide from your attention.

    “Levi~” your voice is smug and taunting as you let him hide from your kisses. “C’mon~ All you have to do is kiss me, and then I’m all yours.”

    You feel him mumble something into your skin as he hides, thoroughly embarrassed by your teasing. Ah well. You don’t mind keeping his cock nice and warm until he works up the courage to kiss you.

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Satan - Notes: fem!mc, rough sex, magic

     You whine and squirm in Satan’s hold, only to be rewarded with a harsh smack on your ass. You bite back your moan, your body desperate for anything that can provide stimulation.

    “Thought I told you to stay still,” Satan growls lowly, the vibrations making your heart beat faster, “Don’t move again.” His command carries the weight of an unspoken punishment if disobeyed. Your body aches - you’ve been sitting on his cock for nearly twenty minutes now. You had come to him after finishing a particularly spicy novel, wanting  some…attention. Satan, however, was in the middle of finishing his own book. He had promised you all the attention you could ever want if you waited for him to finish his book. But you wanted his attention then and there. So here you were, warming his dick as a compromise.

     “How much longer?” Your voice is a pathetic whine. You have to fight back the urge to grind on him again.

      “Ten pages,” he grunts in response. He’s trying to keep his face neutral, but you can see the cracks in his facade. He’s starting to struggle as well. You feel him twitch inside you, and you break. You grind against him, rather hard.

      Satan growls right into your ear and you hear his book being snapped shut, “You bitch.” You hear the book fall to the floor and feel his hands harshly grab your waist.

      “You want it right now? Fine. Have it!” His voice is dark and dripping with anger. A dark, twisted part of you sings at his voice, and hopes that he’ll fuck nice and rough. And it seems like that part will get its wish.

     He lifts you up, till just the tip of his cock stays inside you before slamming you down. You scream in pleasured pain. He repeats the motion again again, setting a fast pace that barely leaves air in your lung. The rough pace hurts, but it feels so good. Satan pulls you a little closer, his breath tickling your ear.

“You wanted this, didn’t you? You wanted, urgh me to fuck you till you passed out, didn’t you?” He sucks in a trembling breath before biting your ear. One of his hands leaves your waist and finds your clit. He just barely brushes it and it sends white hot shocks into your gut. Satan pulls away from your ear and mumbles something in a language that you don’t understand. He touches your clit again, pressing his thumb tightly against it. However instead of feeling pleasure, a numbness seeps into your gut, dulling the pleasurable fire.

     You whine, “S-Satan-“

     “That’s your punishment. You’ll get to cum when I say you can.”

——

Asmodeus - Notes: gn!mc/reader (tho implied afab), strap-on

     “Aw, come now hun. Don’t hide your face~” Asmo coos at you, his warm hands brushing teasing, but soothing strokes along your side.

      “This is embarrassing,” you mumble, your voice muffled by the arms covering your face. You feel him lean down and gently kiss your exposed wrist.

      “And why is that love?” His voice is smooth and calming, still keeping that teasing note. But you can hear a concerned note underneath it, “Would it be better if you were on top?”

      “I don’t know,” you whine a little, flustered and out of your element. You shiver a little as you feel warm lube drip onto your thigh.

     “Would you like to stop dear?”

     “No.” You tense a little as you feel him gently pull your arms away from your face. You blink a little as your eyes adjust to the moody light again. Sunset eyes take in your expression carefully, as though searching for anything unspoken. Asmo leans forward and kisses you; it’s a gentle kiss, one intended to soothe over your embarrassment. His hands guide your arms up, above your head. He intertwined his fingers with yours, effectively pinning your arms above you. He pulls away from this kiss, once again observing your face.

      You glance down and swallow hard. Asmo’s legs are spread so prettily around yours, showing off not only his beautiful cock, but also where your strap-on disappears into him. There's an inch or so that he has yet to sink down on, and even from where you are, you see small drops of lube that’s leaked out of him. It’s obscene, dirty, unholy, but the absolute hottest thing you’ve ever seen. You whine again and look away.

Asmo, having watched where your eyes fell, giggles, and out of the corner of your eyes, you see him move a little. He moans a little, “Ahaha~ Is that it? Are you embarrassed that I’m warming your cock, hmm?”

     You groan and squeeze your eyes shut, “Asmo s-stop.” You feel his skin brush the inside of your thighs, signaling that he’s moved again. He moans and you hear a soft “squealsh” from the lube.

      “Aw, why? I like warming your cock. Mm, it makes me feel so good.”

     You feel his breath against your face and you open your eyes again. Lust dark eyes meet yours for a split second and then Asmo’s kissing you again. You feel his thighs rub your’s - he’s grinding on you. A soft moan leaves your lips as you feel your skin grow sticky with lube. He doesn’t pull away until both of you are thoroughly breathless.

    “Ah, ah, can I move now, Master? P-please?”

      You groan a little, your embarrassment slowly becoming replaced with desire, “You’re going to be the death of me. Yeah, you can…m-move.”

      Your comment earns you a little giggle, “As you wish, Master~”

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Beelzebub - Notes: gn!mc, making out

     You hiss slightly, letting yourself sink down a little more his cock, the burn of the stretch was painful, but it felt so good at the same time. His hands on your hip tighten their hold and Beel grunts. He exhales harshly, his eyes glued to where your tight little hole is stretched around him. He’s so big and you’re so small - that thought alone is a huge turn on for him and he barely manages to restrain himself from destroying you.

     You feel his cock throb inside you, as a small gasp leaving you. He feels so good inside you, and he’s not even moving. Your eyes flicker to his face and you can’t help but frown. Beel’s face is twisted in a soft grimace as he tries so hard to stay still.

      “Beel~” you purr as you lean forward, drawing his attention away from your stretched hole. You rest your hands on his chest, feeling the firm muscles underneath his skin. You plant a gentle, chaste kiss on his lip. Violet eyes hold yours as he leans forward for another kiss, this one just as gentle, but longer. You pull away, sitting upright, and let yourself sink the rest of the way onto him. You throw your head back in a silent moan, and Beel curses.

      “Fuck, M-MC,” his voice is strained and his thighs are shaking with his effort to stay still. You lean forward again, panting slightly, as you count in your head - waiting for the pain to dull.

      “M-MC,” it takes you a second to realize that Beel’s calling your name. You lift your eyes up to meet his. His eyes are dark with lust and desire, but love and concern simmer just beneath, “Are you alright?”

You simply nod, words too big of a demand for you at the moment. A warm hand gently guides you forward and into yet another kiss. The kiss is soft and sweet, but no less passionate. You and Beel stay like that, him balls deep in you while you make out softly. It’s a sweet moment - lust tainting some of your kisses with sharp fangs and a twitch of cock. 

     Time passes, you have no idea how long, but the stretch of Beel’s cock in you is no longer painful; it is purely pleasurable, and you swear if you don’t move right this instance you’re going to die. Both of you break away from a kiss, a thin web of saliva connects you, hot breath fanning each other’s face, Violet eyes stare at you with pure love and affection. He’s about to ask you something, but whatever his question is, it’s cut off in favor of a low, gruntal moan. You grind back onto him. His eyes shut for a second while he regains his bearings. When he opens them again, there is only dark lust within them.

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Belphegor - Notes: gn!mc/reader (tho implied afab), strap-on

     You dig your nails into his hips as hard as you can as you attempt to deter him from moving, “Belphegor, stop moving. Don’t make me use the pact.”

     He whines, but stills mostly - only occasionally squirming under you - and looks up at you with half lidded, lust blown eyes. His chest heaves with hard pants as he struggles to regain any of his once bratty composure. (Not that it would help - you’ve never seen someone fall apart so hard and so fast; he was begging almost as soon as you sunk the first inch of your strap-on into him.)

     “M-Master p-please…I was so close…” 

     You shiver a little at the honorific, still a little flustered at how easily it fell from Belphie’s swollen lips. Sure, Belphie was normally a bit more on the submissive side, but he usually remained pretty bratty through your whole encounter. However watching him submit so quickly and so completely caught you off guard. 

     You feel him start to squirm more and you realize that you’ve spaced out for a moment. You pinch the skin of his hips again in warning, “Belphie. Stop moving.”

      “Please!” He whines rather loudly and you tense, hoping no one is on the stairs to the attic. “I wanna-“

      “And you’re not allowed to yet. Remember? You decided to be a brat earlier.” 

     He huff at that and stills completely, his gaze falling away, “M’sorry, okay? Please, Master? I’ll be good, promise.”

      You shift your weight a little; having to rest on your joints was starting to become uncomfortable, but…watching him beg while cock warming your strap-on was doing something for you.

     “Hmm, I don’t know…you were pretty bratty earlier.”

      “Please Master, I’ll do anything.”

You have to tense a little to stop yourself from trembling as he calls you “master” again, “Anything? Very well then.” You can’t help the smirk that spreads onto your face, and Belphie swallows hard, immediately regretting his statement. “Start counting: five minutes of cock warming and then I’ll let you cum.”

    His jaw drops and he whines, “Five minutes? No way.” 

      It seems that some of his brattiness is returning as his mind gets clearer. You rock your hips into him and grind a little.

     “Fine, two minutes - that’s as low as I’ll go for you.” He opens his mouth to complain again, but breaks off into a moan as you gently rub the head of his cock with your thumb, “And any more bratty comments will add a minute. So start counting.”

     He whines, but obeys. “O-One, two, three, f-four…”

- - - 

     “O-One hund - gasps hundred a-and nineteen… oh fuck, one h-hundred and ah~ t-twenty-“ 

     The moment the last syllable leaves his mouth you set a hard and brutal pace, fucking into him hard enough to make his cock bounce.

      And Belphie screams - loud enough you’re pretty sure whoever in whatever room is below the attic could hear it. His back arches off the bed as he claws at the sheets. His chest heaves, desperately trying to draw in air, while your pace pushes all of it out of him. You smirk, rubbing over his slip with your thumb and feeling his cock twitch hard.

     And then he cums, and he cums hard; painting both your hand and his stomach white.

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Diavolo - Notes: fem!mc/reader, pet names

     “Mm, you feel so good, little princess. You’re doing so well~”

     His voice purrs into your ear, low and sensual. His warmth breaths fans on your ear before he gently nips at it. You have to bite your lip to stop the whimper that threatens to spill out of you, while you resist the urge to squirm on his thick cock. 

    Be good, you remind yourself, We have to be good.

     One of his hands rests softly on your hip, rubbing gentle circles in a soothing manner, while his other hand gently gropes at your chest, massaging the flesh there. His body is so warm against your back as he effectively holds you to himself. You can’t help the whine that leaves you as his voice reaches you, dark and deep.

     “Mm, princess, you feel so good. You’re so warm and wet,” his last word comes out a bit of a growl as he grinds up into you, making the dormant pleasure in your gut flare with renewed life. You mewl in response, letting your head fall backwards onto his chest. You feel his laugh more than you hear it, the low vibrations in his chest making your very being tingle.

     “D-Diavolo-“ you start, but you’re so overwhelmed you’re not even sure what you’re trying to ask for. He shushes you gently as the hand that was fondling your chest rises to gently grab your chin to steady you as he kisses you. You squirm on his cock as he overwhelms every sense you have with himself. Almost immediately you’re whimpering apologizes into his mouth, shaking as you curb your squirming. You feel his cock twitch inside you as he pulls away from your kiss.

     “Shh darling,” burning gold eyes find yours, “You’re alright. I know it’s hard.” He kisses your forehead tenderly as more soft praise falls from his lips, “You’re so well behaved, princess. Mm, keep this up and I may add to your reward.” Your face grows hotter, blushing even more (if that’s even possible at this point), and you feel your body get wetter.

To your surprise, Diavolo’s the one to move this time, a soft hiss escaping him as he does so, “My my, would you look at that; someone’s seems to like praise, don’t they?” You whimper again, and breathe his name in a breathless beg of nothing in particular.

     He smiles, the edges of it sharp and deadly. Diavolo slides his hand that was resting on your hip down, long thick fingers grazing your clit. You suck in a hard breath and moan, attempting to hide your face in his neck. He hums softly, pleased by your soft reactions as his fingers rub slow circles over the sensitive bud.

     You moan again, your hands reaching for his arm to try and pull it away from your clit, “P-Please, I-I can’t-!”

      “Then don’t,” his voice is right in your ear, dripping into your soul like liquid gold, “Go on, princess, cum on my cock.” He presses a little harder and rubs a little faster, and that’s all it takes. Your back arches off of him as you cry out, cuming hard on his twitching cock, your walls attempting to squeeze closed. Diavolo grunts softly, but continues to work your clit through your orgasm, smirking when you feeblely attempt to squirm away from the overstimulation.

       His laugh is deep and sinful, “Don’t struggle now princess, we’ve just begun.”

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Barbatos - Notes: gn!mc/reader, tail sex, self-fucking, masturbation

     He smiles as you whine, struggling to pull your hands free from their magic bonds that hold you a little ways away from him on his bed. Your face is flushed red, both from the demonus the two of you had shared earlier and from the sight before you. Barabtos groans softly and spreads his thighs further apart, allowing for a better view of where one end of his tail disappears into his ass. The other end is wrapped lazily around the base of his cock. Darkened eyes stare at you, but you can’t bear to meet them, your eyes glued to the truly sinful display before you.

     Your eyes follow his delicate hand as it traces a pattern up his thigh to his stomach. A self-satisfied smirk pulls at his lip as he watches your expression darkened with lust from watching him. An involuntary shudder runs through him as his tail jerks inside him. 

     His hand trails down from his stomach to his aching cock, and he gives himself a soft stroke, sucking in a soft breath as he does so, “Are you watching, MC?”

      You don’t verbally answer him, but the slight tug on your bonds is answer enough for him.

— — —

     “Well done,” he hums as he drags a gloved finger over your sensitive clit, watching your slick gather on the digit.

      You wince a little but don’t pull away, relieved to have finally bested Barbatos at one of his own games, “So I win, yeah?”

      He scoffs a little at your impatience, but he can hardly blame you - you did just spend an hour attempting to bake with him with a vibrator pressed against your clit, “Yes, you do. As agreed, I will do whatever you request of me.”

      He’s unsurprised by your quick answer, “I want you to touch yourself.”

      He does raise an eyebrow at that, “Mutual masturbation?”

      You stick your tongue out at him playfully and poke his shoulder, “No, I wanna watch you.”

       Barbatos crosses his arms, a playful glint in his eyes, “Just watch?”

       You smirk, “Just watch.”

— — —

     He strokes himself slowly, letting his eyes flicker close as he focuses on the sensations he’s providing himself. His wrists drags up and down slowly, his own touch light as he teases himself. He drags his thumb softly over his slit, gathering the surprising amount of precum that’s leaked from it, and spreading it along his length. He tentatively lets a soft moan fall from his lips, unused to being vocal for such an activity. He can feel your eyes burn into him as you watch, your eyes darting from his tail to his hand. He purposely keeps the end inside himself still, not wanting to overwhelm himself just yet. The other end, however, coils and squeezes the base of his shaft just right, curling just under his balls and adding a pleasant weight there.

     Barabtos lets his eyes flicker back open, his hand having found a gentle, but pleasant rhythm. You’re watching him warm his tail, eyes transfixed on his stuffed hole. Lust just barely disguises the disbelief in your eyes - like you can’t believe someone as reserved as himself would even do such a sinful thing.

     A soft whine leaves you as your gaze flickers up to meet his eyes and he smirks, “Still content with watching? Or would you care to join MC?”

      You whine and tug at the binds, “I wanna join.”

      He pauses his hand and softly snaps his fingers, the spell that was binding you disappearing in an instant. You waste no time crawling over to him. The free end of his tail slides away from his cock and towards you.

     “Come now, little one. I have two ends for a reason~”

— — —

Simeon - Notes: gn!mc/reader, making out

     The harsh light from the TV brightens and dims the room in time with the movie, as some intense action scene plays out; neither of you were paying attention.

      Simeon sat on the plush of your mattress, leaning back against the wall to hold his upright position, while his mouth worked sinfully against your’s. His hands held your hips hard enough to leave bruises as he slowly grinds into you. Your own hands ranking angry lines down his exposed shoulders. Neither of you had bothered to take off more close than necessary than for you to sit on his cock, making this impromptu session even hotter and sinful.

      The kisses are messy; all open mouthed, all tongue. He tastes faintly of confectionery sugar and a sweet demonus. You lean forward more, pressing him harder against the wall, sinking a little further on his cock. Simeon moans in the kiss, his cock giving a hard twitch inside you and you squirm against him in turn.

     You pull away for air, a string of spittle connecting your lips. His face is dark with blush, and you’re sure yours is no different; soft pants leave his lips and he tries to catch his breath. His beautiful eyes are glossy with dark lust, contradicting his holy nature; it makes a dark part of you sing that you’re the one making him sin.

      His eyelids flutter a little when your nails dig into the skin of his upper arms, “MC?” His voice is soft and breathless as he tries to gauge the look on your face. You grind into his lap, his breath hitching into a gasp and his head falls back with a moan. You lean forward and begin to kiss and suck love bites into his neck, watching his dark skin blossom beautifully in response to your actions. Simeon moans shamelessly, keeping his head leaned back, giving you free reign to his neck. His hands slowly guide your hips in a circular motion on his lap, drawing the occasional soft moan from you.

You slide your hands from his arm to the sides of his skin-tight shirt, sliding your fingers underneath the material to thumb at his nipples. He moans louder, rocking up into your tight heat and you tremble, as the head of his dick brushes that sweet spot inside you. Your teeth nip at the skin below his jaw, leaving a particularly nasty hickey, one that Simeon would struggle to hide later.

      “M-MC p-please,” his soft beg startles you a little. You hum softly and pinch at one of his nipples. He gasps and bucks into you again, “P-please. I n-need you.”

      You bite at a love bite, intending to make it darker and suddenly the world around you spins. Your back gently hits your bed as Simeon pins you there. He leans forward and plants a tender kiss at the junction of your shoulder and neck, muttering apologies as he starts moving in earnest.

— — —

Solomon - Notes: gn!mc/reader, aftercare

     Softness. That’s the first thought that your mind registers as you blink away the fogginess; you’re laying on something soft. Warmth is your second thought, and the sensation of being touched by something. Something reaches your ears, and you shake your head trying to understand through the fuzz that fills your head. Slowly the something becomes a soft, warm hum that warms every sense of your being. Slowly the distant hum becomes clearer and you recognize that it’s words, and that the words are praise; praise for you. You open your eyes bearily and realize that the words flow from a blurry blob of white. You blink more, trying to understand what you’re seeing. You feel that warmth move from somewhere else on your body to caress your face.

      Your eyes clear a little, and the white blob morphs into a person, someone who’s leaning over you with a soft, but concerned smirk. It takes you another second to recognize who it is.

      “Ah, there they are. Are you alright, MC?” Solomon’s voice is soft, and he leans down to place a gentle kiss on your forehead, “I was worried that you had passed out.”

        “...wha?” You mumble as slowly you gain your bearings again, and then it comes flooding back - Solomon had just given you the most mind shattering orgasm you’ve had to date. You distantly recall taunting Solomon about something, however you can’t seem to place what exactly you had said to spark this little incident.

       You move a little; a wave of dull soreness spreads from your thighs to your abdomen. You squirm more trying to regain your sense of feeling, and a loud mewl escapes you when your squirming ends with your discovery that Solomon’s still hard, and still inside you; his cock pressing right up against your sweet spot.

He shudders and gently rests a hand on your hip (precariously balancing himself on one arm as he does so), encouraging you to be still, “Easy there.” His voice is softer and trails off as he leans and places another soft kiss on your forehead. You shakily reach for him with your fingers just barely touching the skin of his neck; his skin pleasantly is warm and surprisingly soft. He smiles softly, taking the hint and leans down again to pepper kisses along your face and neck, his white hair tickling you all the while.

      “You did so well, MC. You’re so adorable and lovely when you squirm on my cock. Mmm, I wanna keep you right here until you beg for more~”

      The tonal difference between Solomon’s soft and loving kisses and his sinful praise makes your head spin and you subconsciously squirm more, gasping as you remember that his cock is still inside you.

      “Mm~ yes, exactly like that MC. You enjoy keeping my cock warm, yes?” He nips gently at the skin of your neck, sucking soft hickeys into it. You whimper softly and try to gently push his face away from the skin of your neck. Your weak pushes do nothing to deter him, and he grinds softly into you.

      The dull soreness is tempered by the embers of pleasure that he strokes with each press of his cock inside you.

      “Come on, MC~. Don’t you want more?”

[zigrethsnotebook]

I apologize for writing a new request so quickly, it just popped into my head and seems very good. I hope you like it)Ford and the Reader.Ford is definitely a very passionate person and immersed in his interests, research, etc.? Imagine that in response to some simple question from the Reader he bursts into a whole speech, a lecture, in fact. That Ford goes a little into the wilds, so to speak. At some point he notices that he has been talking for a very long time and feels deflated. He apologizes and says that he probably got too carried away, but that the Reader (a person who is extremely honest and extremely closed, which often makes it look like she is not listening) replies something like:"You almost lost me an hour ago, but you talk so captivatingly about what interests you that I just couldn't stop listening"Very honest people of frequencies look a little rude, but if you get to know them better, you understand that there is simply no double meaning in their words. They say what they think! Which means that the Reader really likes listening to Ford, trying to understand his theories, even if she can't)That's the request. Quite chaotic, but I hope you like it) Thank you for reading!

ohh i can absolutely relate to the just listening to someone ramble bit, i love listening to people haha

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Ford x Reader

words: 1,189

tags: sfw, fluff, idiots in love

Ford had just made another grand discovery on his latest expedition into the depths of the forest and you eagerly followed him into his lab. He had stormed into the gift shop, barely looking up from his journal as he walked, the pen never leaving the page.

He was such a weird guy and you loved it about him. Down in the lab he immediately pulled out various jars and boxes and stored all the things he collected in them. While he did that you sat down backwards on his chair, letting your head rest on top of your arms on the backrest.

Ford rushed from one side of the room to the other, his tan coat floating behind him as he did so. He hurried around, pulling boxes and crates, putting stuff away, scribbling in his journal and muttering to himself. You smiled lightly as you considered whether or not he had noticed you following him.

After a few minutes of this he was done. He had pulled an amount of things out of his coat pockets which you deemed unlikely, but you were also aware that he had probably put some sort of... pocket dimension in his pockets. For storage. Or something.

Ford turned to you. Or, more accurately, to his chair and found you in it. He halted, raising his eyebrows. So he hadn't noticed. You chuckled a little. "Surprise." You managed to say and let your chuckle turn into a soft smile.

"How long have you been sitting there?" You hummed as if in thought. "I don't know. How long have you been here? I followed you down the stairs." Ford chuckled awkwardly and scratched at the back of his neck. "That long, huh?" You just nodded.

After a moment of Ford trying to be less embarrassed you perked up, lifting your head from your arms again. "What did you find out there anyway? It must have been pretty exciting if you didn’t even notice me here."

Ford blushed a little at being called out like that, but that was quickly overruled by sheer excitement at getting to share his findings with somebody. Somebody who was willing to listen.

He started when he heard the first unusual noise and didn’t spare any detail in either his observations or speculations. Ford had so many ideas and theories about what he had encountered today and since you actually asked him about it he didn’t hold back.

You let your head rest on your arms again as you realized that this was going to be a long one. You loved to hear him ramble. All his observations were a solid mix of fascinating and downright terrifying. You had no idea how he managed to be out there all alone and face some of these creatures.

All of his theories though? You didn’t understand half of them, even if you tried. And you did try. But it wasn't like you could get between his excitement and ask him about it. He was too lost in his story and you loved listening to it.

You watched Ford animatedly gesticulate along with his words and pace through the room. It was like your own private play in a theater and you relished every second of it.

Eventually, when he was about halfway done with his story, you suspected, he locked eyes with you. His eyes darted to the clock just above his desk and then back to your eyes. A little blush of embarrassment crept onto his cheeks.

"I just realized I've been talking non-stop for about 80 minutes. I'm sorry." Ford scratched at the back of his neck. "I know you asked me about this but you probably didn’t want me to give you a full lecture on the topic. So I'm sorry if I'm boring you with this."

Ford let his hand fall back down to his side. "If you want me to stop and you tell me so now, then I promise I won't be upset." He had an awkward and apologetic smile on his lips. He buried his hands in his coat pockets and looked away from you nervously as he waited for your answer.

You thought about it for a moment. "I'll be honest, you almost lost me an hour ago. But I just can't stop listening to you ramble on about your interests... It's just so captivating." You watched Ford blush an even deeper crimson as he met your eyes again.

Honest indeed. He knows full well that you have never lied to him and hearing you compliment him like that. To hear you say that you enjoy him basically lecturing you on the weird things in this town... that's something else. Something he hadn't expected to hear today.

Ford felt a tingly feeling in his stomach. Butterflies. He had to look away from your face or he'd have embarrassed himself further, either by saying something horribly awkward or worse. Kissing you.

You on the other hand watched all this happen, watched the gears slowly turn in his head. You knew he had a crush on you and relished in that feeling. He was just too adorable when he tried to hide his very obvious blush or tried to play it off when he found a reason to touch your arm.

You also had a crush on him, obviously. And you were planning to tell him about it really soon. As soon as you could work yourself up to it. Even though you knew he felt the same way you just couldn't bring yourself to tell him. It was still too scary to admit your own feelings.

A sigh escaped you as you got lost in your own thoughts which caused Ford's head to snap back in your direction. "Don't tell me I'm boring you now." You looked back up at him, huffed and answered him absentmindedly before letting your eyes fall to the floor again. "No, you could never."

It was a good thing that Ford's blush hadn't subsided yet, because it would have come back full force at those words. What did you mean 'he could never'? He wanted to ask for clarification but he didn’t dare. You probably just meant his scientific rambles. Not him personally.

After a moment you shook your head as if to shake off all your distracting thoughts and focused on Ford again. He was still standing in front of you, unable to move and unsure what to say. You smiled as you let your head rest on your arms once more.

"So what else happened?" Ford's eyes lit up with excitement. His heart all but lept out of his chest and into your arms. He gladly continued his story, his rambling, his lecture or whatever you want to call it. And you listened just as happily as he was to tell it to you.

Your gaze was soft and filled with nothing but fondness as you watched Ford take his hands out of his pockets again to gesture around the room with them.

You would tell him about your feelings eventually. As soon as he stops rambling...

[l-in-the-light]

I love the Heart Pirates 🥰♥️. Would you write sth for the relationship Law and his crew (especially Bepo🐻)? Does Law love his crew just the same as he loves Cora?

Sure, this will be that post :D there isn't that many Hearts Pirates scenes in the manga, so it will probably end up being more Hearts appreciation post than strict analysis :) but I will do my best! Also I will use some neat quotes from the novel, in case you want to skip those they're all written in italics so it's easy to avoid them!

Also really sorry it took me forever to get to this ask!

Let's introduce our power rangers Sora-fanboying crew. That idea probably got born all the way back in the North Blue, when Law, Bepo, Penguin and Shachi were living together as children and sharing stories and talking into late night hours before falling asleep.

First of all, Hearts Pirates are strategists. All crewmates know their roles they have to play in a battle. There's always someone responsible for the Polar Tang, usually it's Hakugan (taking care of the ship so it doesn't get damaged is essential, because that ship is not only their means of travelling but also their home). There are people responsible for providing cover (Shachi and Penguin, Law's most trusted guys besides Bepo). There is a bodyguard - Jean Bart (or should I call him a tank? :D), making sure Law doesn't get hit when preparing powerful counterattacks.

Second of all, the biggest strength of Heart Pirates isn't their individual feats, fighting skills or not even their ace in the sleeve - the overpowered captain. Their true strength lies in their teamwork. They always work like a team, supporting each other and cooperating to help Law win his battles.

Hearts are apparently very strong in sea battles. Seems their usual strategy is to go for sinking the enemy's ship (very sly and effective). They're also good at fighting in the water, which is refreshing in comparison to many other crews depending solely on devil fruits powers.

Also RIP Polar Tang :(

Bepo has actually the most jobs to do, surprisingly. He's the navigator, he's the main attacker who often plays support for Law, but he also uses his mink/animal senses to track down enemies and instruct where each crewmate is needed! He's definitely very reliable.

“Sorry, I got nothing. If only I was a smarter polar bear… I’m no use, I should just disappear.”

“Hah hah! Just having strong legs doesn’t make you the best at peddling, Bepo. Man, you really are clumsy. You were so wobbly I thought for sure you were going to crash. It was scary just watching you!”

“Hm, you’re right. I wonder why I can’t ride a bike to save my life… I’ll just leave and figure my life out then.”

Despite Bepo's poor self-esteem, he's a really good fighter. Bepo's kung-fu (bear-fu? :D) fighting style is so unique too. Law often trusts him to "take care of things". Bepo has also one more powerful ace up his sleeve, his sulong form, though apparently he can't control it at all. It's only thanks to Chopper's rumble ball that Bepo was able to control his form for the very first time, without even a full moon visible in the sky.

Of course Bepo is also a very outstanding navigator. I mean, I dare you all to try to draw a better map with those huge paws! They're not exactly suited to hold a pen!

I do have to mention though that Law had a momentary pause before finding their current location ("around here") on this map, haha. He would never admit it though. He's so proud of his navigator! Also, keeping that map with him must have made Law happy, because he got reminded of Bepo even when he wasn't with him.

It's so tattered too and needed some tapes ;-;

Bepo is also, sort of, second in command after Law. He's responsible for new recruits who work directly under him. That gives us some sort of insight in how the hierarchy works in Hearts crew. There is Law whose word is absolute, then Bepo, then Shachi and Penguin, then the rest, then the fresh recruits.

It's not quite like in Strawhats where everyone is more or less equal in their positions. Even in the novel Law sometimes calls them friends and sometimes underlings, but in Punk Hazard and Egghead he instead calls them "nakama" (his crewmates, companions), so that apparently has changed at some point as Law grew up.

These two are my subordinates! I won’t let scum like you call them “things”!

I let out a large sigh. I have to keep it together. I have to protect my underlings. My friends.

Bepo, Penguin, Shachi. I told you to be my underlings, so I have a responsibility as your boss.

As much as Law treats his Heart Pirates as equals, his responsibility over them makes him take a higher position over them. But he doesn't interfere much in how they organize things around each other. Bepo took it on himself to be the second in command and Law never protested or questioned that. Basically their importance in the crew is based on the order in which they joined.

“Hold on, both of you ate three pieces and I only had two! You guys are new here, so you should be putting me first!” (Bepo complains while Law thinks to himself:) I should have just given them all equal portions to begin with instead of piling everything on a single plate; that’s what I think as I quietly shovel my fourth piece into my mouth.

Law himself is a bit sneaky, he might think he should make sure things are more equal around his crew, but at the end of the day he just doesn't do anything about it. They're free to do whatever they want. That's the type of captain he is.

When Wolf is out of the house, the four of us work on the farm, go fishing, clean, and do the laundry. During free time, each of us will focus on the things we want to do. I spend most of my time reading medical books and learning how to use my power. Bepo uses his time to study navigation. Penguin and Shachi simply have a desire to get stronger. But since their way of doing things didn’t allow them to improve, I had to borrow weapons from Wolf and teach them swordsmanship and gunnery. Seeing someone I'm teaching getting better at it is more rewarding than I thought it would be. Whenever I see how happy Penguin or Shachi are when they hit the bullseye, I can’t help but smile.

Law also trained them all by himself.

But back to Bepo. He's also a bit of a silly bear who needs to be looked after. He doesn't stand the heat very well, he's a bit of a slow thinker, he also panicks very easily and often calls out to Law to save him or stay with him. And that feeling is usually mutual, because Law also wants to take care of him:

“Don’t worry, Bepo. Even if you get injured and covered in blood, I’ll fix you up at the clinic.”

“Assuming I do get injured! Aye-aye!”

Hah hah. What a goof.

Bepo is a bit like a younger sibling to Law, he can be strong but also very clumsy and silly, and it for sure appeals to Law's protective side. He kinda stepped up (it was probably subconsciously) to be a temporary older brother figure for him in absence of Zepo. He was ready to throw away his Wano's raid plans just because Bepo had a stomachache and asked him to stay by his side. Bepo is also the only person Law has any sort of physical closeness with. Those two grew really close with each other.

But Bepo is dependable when it matters. He was also a guardian of Whale Forest back on Zou, so Law isn't the only one who recognizes that quality in Bepo.

“Law, I brought you some hot tea. It’s made with tea from the old man’s garden. He said it helps calm nerves.”

“Thank you, Bepo.”

“No problem. You’ve been having nightmares a lot lately.”

“I know. I must be worrying Penguin and Shachi too.”

“You don’t want to talk about it?” Bepo asked with an earnest look on his face.

“No; right now, I can’t get my own thoughts together, sorry.”

“It’s fine. But I’m here if you ever want to talk about it.”

Law is close friends with Penguin and Shachi as well, but it seems it's Bepo he confides in most of the time. It might be because Bepo shows his concern and care very openly, making it especially hard for Law to refuse or dismiss it. And it's a good thing, because Law really needs someone openly caring and loving like Bepo in his life.

Bepo is clearly higher in command than Penguin and Shachi, and they both respect him despite the rocky beginning of their friendship:

“That's what you thought while they beat you?”

“Yes. I thought if I let them do it, maybe we could become friends.” Friends. It’s a word I hadn't heard in a long time. I no longer have any. They were all burned in a fire. (…) As my mind wanders, I begin to wonder why a polar bear is here, alone. Actually, if I think about it, he’s probably just like I had been before. I've become a little more interested in his situation.

Law's crew respects him and looks up to him, but they also voice out their own opinions and approvals or lack there of. They also occassionally allow themselves some really lewd comments, like in the picture above :D I bet you anything they would also call out Law on acting cute if they saw him with Chopper strapped to his head.

Damn, Penguin even looks like he's a bit jealous of Chopper's position. They fanboy Law so much despite being slightly older than him!

Shachi and Penguin are Law's intel and watchers. Penguin seems to be the smarter one out of the two of them, basing it on the rational comments he makes. But Shachi's skills in the water are also nothing to sneeze at! And as a bonus skill, Shachi apparently cuts the hair for others in the crew.

“Hey, you two.” I call Shachi and Penguin calmly. “You have nowhere to go, do you? I know you can't go back to your relatives' house either.”

“That is the only place we would never return to.”

“Alright; then you won't. Be my subordinates. And for now, you can live here.”

The four of us—myself, Bepo, Penguin and Shachi—have experienced immense loneliness in this world, and somehow managed to overcome despair.

I think it's possible Law recruited everyone in his crew in similar fashion (of course his first three friends remain special regardless). He seems to have easier time to relate to people who know how despair feels like and he wants to help them leave that feeling behind, to see things from a different perspective, to show them that no matter what, there are still probably other ways out, and if there aren't, he will make one happen.

Heart Pirates are also responsible for lesser tasks so that Law himself doesn't have to do it, like keeping an eye on Luffy.

Some Hearts, like Clione, Uni and Ikkaku even disagreed with the idea of the alliance. At first I thought Law told his crew that they don't have to get along with the Strawhats, because he respected that some might feel uncomfortable doing that, but nah, in the end it was just payback for Luffy not introducing Law to his own crew properly.

It's not the only time Law's crew complained to him so directly. When they were supposed to enter the New World, Law told them they need to wait and that they need to shut up and listen to him, because they should trust his plans. Despite his crew's big enthusiasm and competitive spirit, they were actually a bit scared to enter the New World, because when they saw beasts in the calm belt they definitely panicked a bit. So Law's decision was probably the right course of action.

Bepo also isn't afraid to scold his captain, when Law stares at yonko instead of escaping Marineford or when he chooses to drop down the waterfall in Wano. Law always seems to win each and every time tho. They also have no fear on calling him out for showing off ;)

Let's not forget that despite the fact that Heart Pirates can voice their complains openly, they were still kinda left in the dark and learned about the alliance from the newspaper. Ouchie, Law :D Nami might have a point when she said Law is just like Luffy.

They're very loyal, not only to Law, but to each other as well. They also share their duties on Polar Tang, like cleaning or maintaining the submarine, all together.

“You… no, the lot of you can really help others without asking anything in return, huh.” (Wolf about Law, Shachi, Penguin and Bepo)

Shachi, Penguin and Bepo always accompany Law wherever he goes.

His whole crew protects him whenever they can.

And of course they love him so much. Law might be a grumpy captain, but he for sure returns the love he received from them, in his own way. Let's not forget Bepo, Penguin and Shachi were there for him when he lost everyone again, after what happened to Cora-san. They basically supported each other in their biggest time of need.

Despite some of them protesting, they all get along with Strawhats in that alliance in the end :) Hearts are also very fun loving people, who definitely like to party :D

Law might be quite overprotective about his crew, but he does trust them enough to take care of themselves and pick their own battles in the Onigashima's raid. Hearts also worry for Law a lot and cheer him on and celebrate his won battles ❤

“Hmph. Well, alright then. It’s just that when you’re not feeling well, the rest of the lot are out of it too.” (Wolfe said this to Law, suggesting that whenever Law is feeling under the weather, it affects his friends)

I have to act strong. I have to act cool. If I stay gloomy in this situation, the other three will continue to live in fear. I can’t let that happen. (Law to himself)

At first Law didn't think much about his responsibility over his crew, he learned that along the way and thanks to Wolf's guidance. He decided to do everything he can so he can protect his friends and show them that they can rely on him, and they make sure to return the favour.

Now let's take a moment to celebrate Penguin and Shachi being little horny perverts ;)

In the end, I'm the only one scolded by Wolf. Bepo and the other two look at me like they are sorry, but I know that tomorrow things will be exactly the same. Since we’ve been living together, I’ve learned that these three will forget their transgressions in a day’s time.

This is probably another reason why Law chooses to ignore most of Hearts antics :D

I gotta say Shachi is certainly having hots for Penguin, basing it on this image ;) or at least he would be even more into him if he had, well, bigger tits.

Now we all know Law left his crew on Zou so that Doflamingo doesn't use them against him in the fight. But did you ever wonder why Law recruited Jean Bart into his crew? Saving a slave is one thing, but taking him into his crew is another. I think Law cares for his crew so much that he recruited someone strong and experienced as a captain who can take care of them in case Law can't (in time of need when he's missing in action, but also in case something went horribly wrong and they would be left without a captain). Recruiting Jean Bart was a strategic move and I believe it's to make sure someone takes care of the Heart Pirates in Law's absence.

“I definitely want to see my brother," Bepo said after a long silence. “It’s fun living here with everyone and all, but sometimes I think of him. I wonder if he’s doing okay, or if something happened to him. That’s why I’ve continued studying navigation since I got here. I’m terrible at it, but I can finally draw maps. So I definitely want to set out to find my brother some day, I think.”

This is one of the reasons why Heart Pirates ventured into Grand Line, besides Law's motivation to fullfill Cora-san's wish. He actually made sure to fullfill Bepo's wish before his very own one!

And finally, to answer your second question in the ask: does Law love his Heart Pirates as much as he loves Cora-san? I will allow Law to speak for himself, quoting the novel:

What was Cora-san for me? We had no blood relationship, and we didn't even know each other that long. Yet somehow, we were family. A love that could be felt without even putting it into words. I was wondering if I could love someone like that again. If I stay with Junk-ya and the bear, can I come to love them? Or will it continue to be a give and take relationship, as the old man says, where we just use each other?

After Wolf signed his name, we all followed suit. Seeing all our names next to each other on the paper, it’s strange. It is almost like we were a family.

Actually, we all looked happy, myself included. This place is definitely irreplaceable to me, I realized once again.

I can’t keep looking backwards; I have to move forward. Together with the happiness of being with friends, no matter how much I waver.

I found some salted fish that was on sale, so I bought it. In my head popped the pleasantly surprised faces of Bepo and the old man, and the expressions I imagined soon became my own.

Two months have flown by since the five of us started this life together. Eating meals, bathing, thinking of games to play, and bullshitting together under the same roof. It's the type of life I had never experienced until now.

But I have friends now—I have people who can allow me to forget the pain and the rage by distracting me with stupid things. That’s all I need.

And in case you wonder how did Law ask them to become a pirate crew together, here you go:

“I'll be leaving the island in a week. What do you want to do?” I ask them the question, trying to stay as natural as possible. “I will not force you to do anything. You can very well continue to lead the same life, to eat with the old man by exchanging jokes and get on with your job in town. Only, if… if you ever… wanted to come, then… that… that would help me a lot.”

(and after they all enthusiasthically agree:)

“Alright, I know I can count on you. That's all I'm saying.”

And from that moment on, Law gives them a name: Heart Pirates. Because they're a crew that belongs to Law, but also to Cora-san, and that's the meaning behind the name. If Cora-san lived, Hearts would be *his* crew as well. In some alternative reality, they could all be happy together sailing the seas.

So I guess, my final answer is: Law loves them because he found friends in them, his new family, and he wished he could share this happiness with Cora-san as well. I doubt there are many people out there who would get that privileage! Heart Pirates are definitely irreplaceable to him.