#Pretty Pink Patterns make me Hypnotized

[camzeecorner]

𝙼𝙰𝚃𝚃 𝚂𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙾𝙻𝙾 ₊˚ෆ 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄

smut ღ dividers → @bernardsbendystraws ฅ^._.^ฅ

I lay on my back, gazing at the familiar patterns on my ceiling, the soft glow of the lamp casting gentle shadows as I listened to Matt flip through his pages repeatedly. It was almost hypnotic, the way he immersed himself in his studies. I couldn't help but wonder what fueled his passion for school; he cared for it with a devotion that was rare among our peers. People often whispered that I kept him around for his grades, that I used him, but they didn't understand. Matt was my favorite person, my best friend.

No one ever talked to him, and girls never seemed to approach him, which, oddly enough, made me happy. I liked how closed off he was to everyone else; it felt like I had a little piece of him all to myself. I began to wonder if Matt had ever been with a girl. He never mentioned crushes or the girls he found pretty, which was strange considering how open I was with him. I shared everything about my life, my escapades, my heartaches, but his world remained a mystery. At first, I didn't want to push him, but now I couldn't shake the feeling that maybe he was just embarrassed to share his secrets with me.

Sitting up, I fixed my gaze on him. Matt was different from the other boys at our school—only Chris and Nick shared that same vibe, but for entirely different reasons. To me, he was always attractive, with a magnetic charm that made my heart race. His sharp jawline and godlike features were mesmerizing, and his hair was perfectly soft, almost inviting to touch. But it was his eyes that captivated me the most—an enchanting shade of blue that seemed to hold entire galaxies within them. His glasses only accentuated his striking looks, making him the quintessential nerd, though never in my eyes. It was a shame that other girls couldn’t see what I saw. I pondered a little longer, taking in every detail, my heart fluttering as I examined him from head to toe, wondering if he could ever see himself the way I saw him.

“hey Matt..” I call out, catching his attention “..yea” Matt said looking up from his textbook. He turned his head slightly to the side so he could see me. I took a moment looking at him, “You ever..kiss a girl?” I say smiling. Matt shifted in his seat quickly reverting his eyes back to his book. He cleared his throat, his chest rising and falling. He began looking over the words on his book nervously. “Why are you asking me that..?” He spoke quietly. I got up walking next to him. I placed my hands on his shoulders running them up and down. “I’m just wondering matty.. you gonna answer my question?” He looked around in front of him, he had beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. “I really have to study .. you’re disturbing me.” I knew he was trying to avoid the conversation, but I was curious. I wanted to know everything about him. “It’s just one question..” I say scoffing. I look at his stuff sprawled out on my desk. I quickly grab his things and place them in his bag. “I was using those!” Matt barked at me. Turning around in his chair fast. “Matt you’ve never kissed a girl have you..” I whisper to him.

I bend my body down so I’m eye level with him. “You’ve never felt the touch of someone else on you” I lean forward to whisper in his ear. “S-stop” Matt stuttered. It was so fulfilling listening to him speak pathetically. He didn’t want me to stop. “Matt..” I look in his eyes, then his lips. His soft pink plump lips. They were chapped from the amount of time he had bit them. I bring him to my bed sitting him on the edge.

I knew what I had to do. I knew what I wanted to do. I kissed him.

It felt like a suction cup and I never wanted to release him. It took him a moment to realize I was kissing him. He moved him lips in a matching pace to mine. I tug on his hair pulling him even closer to me. I lick his top lip asking for an entrance. He doesn’t understand that, so I bite his lip gently. He gasps opening his mouth slighty. Being fast i slip my tongue inside his mouth. I find his tongue and start to gently suck on it, moaning into the kiss. I pull away with a string of saliva connected to our mouths. Matt’s eyes are wide open. “What..what was that for.” i shrug my shoulders smiling at him. Gently placing my lips back on him. I pull away and chuckle. “I was curious of what you tasted like..” I look up at him. His eyebrows raise. “I’ve never done that before..” he smiles blush slightly. I smile at him looking down. I licked my lips, tasting him. I look at Matt and smirk. “Have you ever seen a girl naked?” I bite my lip at him moving his glasses back onto his face as they slid down. Matt shook his head. “uhm..no.. I-i haven’t” “do you want to?” I ask him smirking. “Well. I don’t know.. if that’s a good idea” I stand up and take my shirt off. “I don’t see why it’s an issue.. if you want me to stop, just tell me and I’ll stop.”

I walk over to my bed, climbing on it. I scoot back so I’m at the headboard. I look at Matt and pat the spot beside me signaling him to sit there. Matt gets up and walks over. I can see his slightly hard boner, making his pants tighter. I smirk at myself. He sits beside me, putting some space between us. I scoot so I’m closer to him. I reach for Matt’s hand interlocking our fingers. I place our hands on my chest, gently squeezing them. Matt’s breath hitches in his throat. “Oh my god.” Matt spoke in a hushed breath. I let go of his hand reaching behind me unclasping my bra. I let it fall in my lap, picking it up tossing it to the side. His eyes immediately look down and my bare chest. “Do you like them matty?” He nods his head quickly. “I’ve never seen them in person, they never looked this perfect in the movies.” I laugh at his comment, enjoying the praise. He smiles lightly.

I lean forward grabbing Matt’s face. I kiss him rougher than I did the first time. He climbs on top of me making sure not to break the kiss. He begins massaging my boobs rolling my nipple in between his fingers. “Oh fuck Matt” I grind my hip upwards towards his hard erection trying to create friction. I reach my hand down gently palming him. He moans loudly into my mouth. I could’ve came right then and there from his sounds. I pull away from him and flip us over quickly. I straddle his waist. He’s lying down and I’m on top of him. I begin unbuttoning his shirt. Pulling it off of his body throwing it in the same direction as mine. I trail my hands up and down his toned stomach. “Do you want to have sex with me Matt?” I ask him shyly. “Yes.” He speaks quick. “But.. I don’t know how..” he looks away getting embarrassed. He’s so cute. “ that’s okay baby. Just lie down and be good f’me” I reach down kissing him. I pull away and get off of him pulling my shorts off. I look up and see Matt copying my movements, taking my underwear off I get back on Matt. I grab his fingers and place them right into my wet folds.

He gasps loudly looking up at me. I roll my body into his hand enjoying the feeling. I’ve never felt like this towards anyone before. “Oh g-god m-matt.. you make me feel s-so good” I moan throwing my head back. I feel him moving his fingers in a circular motion. I grip his wrist feeling my stomach tightening. He slips two fingers in moving them fast, in and out. “Oh god Matt.. right t-there.” I moan loudly. “Shit shit” my breath picking up. “Matt I’m gonna cum” bucking my hips forward, I cum all over his fingers feeling my body shaking. I slowly come down from my intense orgasm, feeling limp. “Did I do good for you?” I look at Matt and smile nodding my head. “So good baby” I kiss him. “Such a good boy” I whisper in his mouth. I pull away grabbing his hand placing his fingers into my mouth sucking my juices off of him. I lick each finger making sure to clean them perfectly. “You wanna taste me baby?” “Please..” I bring my lips towards him and kiss him sliding my tongue in his mouth, my cum mixing between us. He inhaled in the kiss. “So sweet” I pull away, resting my forehead against his. Leaning back up i repositioned myself so I’m sitting on his hard dick. “I’m gonna ride you now okay baby” he nods looking up at me.

I rub his cock slowly giving him satisfaction. He moans lowly closing his eyes at the feeling. “That feel good baby?” “S’good.. so good mommy” I stop my motions right then looking at him. Matt opens his eyes fast, and begins to sit up. He looked so scared. So vulnerable. “I’m sorry, I don’t know why I said that I’m so sorry-“ “don’t apologize,” I smirk at him. Cupping his face tilting my head to the side. “be a good boy for mommy okay” he whimpers at my words bucking his hips up. I sit up, placing his tip at my entrance rubbing it back and forth before slipping it into me. “Fuck Matt, you’re s-so huge” I pull my body up and slam back down, fast. Repeating the process until I build a pace going back up and down. Throwing my head back I moan. God I could ride him all day. My legs felt like they were getting weaker and weaker. I place my hands on his chest gaining balance. Matt noticed how tired my body was getting, he grabbed my thighs and started to thrust up. For a virgin he was so good at this. Hitting every perfect spot, at such amazing angles. I could feel him start to twitch in me. He must’ve been so close.

“M’so close mo-mommy” he whimpered. “Wait for me baby.. can you do that? Be a g-good boy and wait for me” he moaned and started gaining speed adding his fingers. He rubbed fast on my clit making me scream. “Fuck shit- oh my god- I’m gonna cum” he kept going fast hitting the same spot over and over. The pressure from his fingers and the way he was fucking himself into me making me squirm. “C’mon mommy.. wanna feel you cum on my cock” hearing him say that was enough to send me over the edge. I whimper chocking on my sobs. “I’m cumming Matt shit shit-“ I felt the knot in my stomach releasing over matt for the second time. I saw liquid flow out of me fast, Matt getting pushed out of me in the process. I felt his cum dripping out of me. Our fluids mixing together. “You made me squirt Matt..” I look at him shocked. I begin giggling covering my face. I look at Matt in disbelief, “No one has ever made me feel that good.” He smiles at me through his heavy breathing, the look he was giving me was enough to make me want to fuck him again.“does that make me special?” He closed his eyes trying to catch his breath. His glasses had fogged up, I grab them wiping the lenses. “You’ve always been special to me.” I look up at him through my eyelashes. “I’ll get something to clean the mess” I get up going into my bathroom and grab a cloth. I run the rag through hot water, ringing the extra water out. Walking back to my room I climb on my bed beside matt.

I gently wipe him down, being careful not to startle him. I can tell he’s sensitive; he hisses every time I touch him. Getting up, I head to my closet and grab some clothes for us. Walking back to Matt, I hand him the clothes. “Thank you,” he says, a soft smile spreading across his face. “Of course,” I reply, slipping into my own outfit.

I climb into bed, scooting next to Matt and resting my head on his chest. It feels so comfortable here; he always makes me feel safe, like I can truly be myself. My mind races with thoughts, and I can’t help but wonder how we would look together as a couple. I look up at him, my heart pounding, and finally speak up. “I wanna be with you, Matt. I’ve never thought any less of you. You’ve always been so perfect to me.” My voice is quiet, but I hope he hears me.

For a few seconds, he doesn’t respond, just picks at his lips with his teeth. Doubt creeps in, and I start to regret my confession. What if he doesn’t feel the same way? He clears his throat, licks his lips, and pushes his hair back before turning to look at me, gently grabbing my chin. “You’ve always been my favorite girl,” he says, leaning in to place a soft kiss on my lips. I smile into the kiss, warmth flooding my cheeks. When he pulls away, he tucks some hair behind my ear and locks his fingers in my hair, scanning my face as he tugs his lip between his teeth. “I wanna be with you too…”

In that moment, I feel like the happiest girl alive. I leap up from the bed, swinging my arms around him in pure joy. I’ve never felt this happy before! I shower him with kisses all over his face, feeling myself melt into him. He giggles, wrapping his arms around me, and I finally place a gentle kiss on his cheek, relaxing into his embrace. It’s perfect.

[sxytwker]

Boyfriend Luigi

Summary: Luigi comes to your dorm after a long and tiring day, and you just want to take care of him. It leads to him turning needy and wanting your love! Because who wouldn’t say no to his perfect smile and pretty eyes?

POV: 3rd person. She/Her pronouns.

Part 2

Smut • MDNI

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝𓆝

11:03 p.m. — Her Dorm Room

The lights were low, her diffuser was running—something warm and soft, like vanilla or clean cotton—and the blankets on her bed were piled high in the way that always made him feel like he could disappear into them.

Luigi was already curled up under them, hoodie discarded, just in his boxers, stretched out and half-asleep, one arm wrapped tightly around her plush octopus pillow. His curls were messy, cheeks slightly pink from the warmth, and his legs tangled in the blankets like a sleepy cat.

She closed her laptop, setting it aside on the nightstand, and climbed in next to him.

“Babe,” he mumbled as she slipped under the covers, not even opening his eyes, “I claimed this spot hours ago.”

“You mean my bed?” she teased, nudging his thigh with hers.

He just let out a sleepy whine and pulled her in without hesitation, pressing his face into her shoulder.

“You’re warm,” he said, muffled. “You smell like you.”

She smiled and wrapped her arms around him, cradling his body close to hers. He went pliant immediately, letting her settle him against her chest, one hand rubbing gently up and down his back.

“I swear,” she murmured, kissing the top of his head, “you get all bratty during the day, and then come home like this. Cuddled up like a baby.”

“You like babying me,” he grumbled, nuzzling closer. “Don’t lie.”

“I do,” she admitted, kissing his temple. “Especially when you’re like this.”

Her fingers drifted over his cheek, down to his jaw, then pressed another kiss just beneath his eye. Then one to his nose. Then his chin. He sighed like her touch was a lullaby.

“You were so needy today,” she whispered, voice soft with amusement. “Those texts? You could barely keep it together.”

He groaned, face buried deeper into her chest. “Stopppp.”

“‘You’re evil. I want you so bad it’s actually painful,’” she quoted, teasing. “I should’ve saved those. Maybe print them out.”

“You’re gonna be the death of me,” he muttered, voice muffled by her shirt. “You were teasing me under the table like you wanted me to lose it.”

“I did,” she said, brushing his curls back. “And you did. It was so cute.”

He peeked up at her, eyes heavy but gleaming. “Cute? You’re out here swallowing me whole and calling me cute?”

“You are.” Another kiss, this time to his shoulder. “Especially like this.”

His arms wrapped tighter around her waist, body melting into hers.

“You make me soft,” he whispered.

“I like soft.”

They stayed like that for a while—limbs tangled, skin warm, her lips pressed in slow patterns across his face and collarbone. And when he eventually started to drift off, she kept holding him close, rubbing slow circles into his back, whispering little praises under her breath.

Her favorite version of him was the one she got to take care of.

And his favorite version of her… was the one who never stopped.

The room was wrapped in quiet warmth. Only the low hum of her fan filled the silence, and the occasional shift of blankets as they resettled against each other.

Luigi was lying with his head on her chest now, completely relaxed, one hand loosely resting on her waist, the other still half-clutching her plush octopus like it had been protecting him all night.

Her fingers were in his hair again—soft, slow, hypnotic movements curling around his roots, scratching lightly at his scalp. His breathing was deep, even. Not asleep, but close.

“Mmm,” he mumbled, voice barely there. “Don’t stop…”

“I’m not,” she whispered, kissing the top of his head. “I’m still here.”

His lips curved into the tiniest smile. “Good.”

They were quiet for a while, bodies tangled under the weight of her duvet, their legs brushing with every shift. Her fingertips slowed a little, getting gentler. The kind of touch meant for dreaming.

Then she noticed the faint glint on his face.

His glasses were still on.

She smiled to herself and carefully reached up, slipping them from behind his ears.

He blinked at her as she lifted them off, his tired, glossy hazel eyes blinking slowly—dazed, red at the corners, impossibly soft. The lashes fanned low, his pupils big in the low light.

She couldn’t help it.

“Lu,” she whispered, holding his glasses in one hand, the other brushing his cheek. “You’re so cute like this.”

He smiled again, lazy and uneven. “You always say that when I look wrecked.”

“I always mean it.”

She set the glasses on her nightstand and returned her hand to his hair, fingertips drifting through it slowly, like she was painting calm directly into his scalp.

He sighed again, this one deeper, heavier. His body pressed more into hers, weight relaxed, boneless.

“Hey,” she whispered. “What are you thinking about?”

He was quiet for a second. Then:

“You,” he said, voice rough and slurred from sleep. “And like… us. How I wanna keep doing this forever.”

Her chest tightened a little in the best way.

She kissed his temple. “You always get sappy when you’re sleepy.”

He hummed, then muttered, “Can’t help it. You’re my safe place.”

She didn’t say anything right away. Just held him tighter, her heart full.

Then: “You make me feel safe too.”

They stayed quiet after that—his breaths slow, hers syncing with his. The warmth between them like gravity. The kind of comfort that couldn’t be forced, only felt.

Right before he drifted off, he whispered:

“Tell me you love me.”

She kissed his forehead.

“I love you, Luigi.”

His smile, even half-asleep, was everything.

The soft glow of morning bled through the curtains, painting the room in warm gold. Everything smelled like lavender and clean sheets, the air still heavy with sleep.

Luigi was wrapped around her like a vine.

One arm slung around her waist, the other clutching her stuffed octopus to his chest like it owed him rent. His cheek was smushed against her collarbone, lips barely parted, breaths deep and steady.

Their legs were tangled under the blanket she loved—fuzzy, oversized, pale cream—and even in sleep, he’d managed to get wrapped up in it like a burrito. Only his messy curls and bare shoulders peeked out.

Her fingers moved lazily through his hair, scratching gently at his scalp.

He let out a low, pleased hum in his throat. Didn’t even open his eyes. Just melted further into her, legs tightening around hers like she might get up and leave. As if.

She scratched a little lower—down his neck, then across his back, nails dragging softly.

“Mmm.”

It was practically a purr.

Then she paused, just for a second, to shift her arm.

Immediately:

“Hey.”

She looked down. His face was still half-buried in her chest, but one eye had cracked open—glassy, pouty, irritated.

“You stopped,” he mumbled, voice thick and low and clearly offended.

“I had to move my arm, Lu.”

“Don’t care. Keep going.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Are you actually mad right now?”

He lifted his head just enough to glare up at her—messy curls in his face, pillow lines on his cheek, lips still kiss-swollen.

“Yes.”

She tried not to laugh, biting her lip. “You’re ridiculous.”

He dropped his head back down with a dramatic sigh, mumbling into her skin, “You’re my emotional support girlfriend. It’s in your job description.”

She rolled her eyes, but her fingers went right back to scratching—through his curls, down his spine, tracing lazy shapes on his back. He exhaled like he’d been brought back to life.

“There you go,” she whispered. “Happy now?”

He nodded, cheek pressed to her chest again.

“Love you the most,” he murmured, voice fading. “Don’t stop ever.”

He hadn’t moved much since that half-awake complaint.

Still curled under the blanket, hair wild, stuffed octopus tucked under one arm like a second girlfriend. His eyes blinked open every few minutes—glassy, unfocused—only to close again like his body just refused to function.

“Luigi,” she said gently, standing at the edge of the bed, “we’re gonna be late.”

“Mmmph.”

“You promised me coffee.”

Another low groan. He rolled onto his stomach, burying his face in the pillow. “I’d die for you, but I will not get out of this bed.”

“You’re literally a mess.”

“Your mess.”

She sighed—fond, patient—and grabbed a clean towel.

9:16 a.m. — Sink & Mirror

He sat on the little stool near her dorm sink, slouched in just his boxers, hoodie sleeves half-on, head tilted back like a sleepy prince awaiting royal treatment.

She held his chin and gently wiped his face with a warm cloth, fingers soft, moving slow around the edges of his eyes.

“You’re a whole baby,” she murmured.

“You’re good at this,” he muttered, eyes fluttering shut as she ran the cloth over his cheeks. “You could be, like… a boyfriend handler.”

“I am your boyfriend handler.”

“Lucky me.”

Once his face was clean, she reached for his brush, working carefully through his curls. He didn’t say a word, just sat there melting, every so often letting out a soft hum as she got to the back of his head.

9:32 a.m. — Her Closet

“Okay,” she said, opening the door. “What do we feel today?”

Luigi sat on the bed now, slightly more awake, watching her pick through her drawer where she kept his backup clothes from sleepovers. He rubbed at his eyes, finally blinking into something like awareness.

She held up two sweatshirts—one grey and black with an adidas logo, and one white with some graphics on the back.

He pointed wordlessly at the adidas hoodie.

Then she turned with a smirk. “Do you want pants or shorts?”

He gave her a look.

“I dunno.”

“Shorts it is.”

She helped him step into them, pulled the hoodie over his head, adjusted his curls around the collar, then stood back to admire her work.

“You look like a functioning human now,” she said, smoothing the hem.

He leaned forward, still half-asleep, and pressed his forehead to her stomach.

“I’m gonna marry you,” he mumbled.

“You’ve already said that twice this week.”

“Still true.”

9:49 a.m. — Walk to the Café

The air outside was brisk but sunny, and the walk was quiet at first—Luigi clinging to her side, one arm looped around her waist, head occasionally dropping to her shoulder like he was still trying to sleepwalk.

She wore one of his hoodies now, oversized and soft, her gold jewelry catching the sun. They looked like a couple of love-drunk students who hadn’t quite recovered from the weekend, and honestly, they were.

As they reached the café doors, he squeezed her hip and muttered, “Thanks for dressing me.”

She smiled. “Someone had to.”

He opened the door for her. “You can undress me later to balance it out.”

She laughed as they stepped inside. “We’ll see how you behave.”

“I’m already failing.”

“Exactly.”

3:36 p.m. — Her Dorm Room

Luigi had let himself in with the spare key she’d given him weeks ago. He’d dropped his backpack by the door, flopped onto her bed, and lasted maybe twenty minutes scrolling on his phone before his brain got bored.

And when Luigi Mangione got bored, he got curious.

He wandered.

First it was harmless—opening a drawer, flipping through her perfectly organized stationery, admiring how she had backup pens color-coded in a box labeled “black gel only.”

Then he found the little photo box.

He sat cross-legged on her bed, flipping through it, a dumb grin spreading across his face. There were Polaroids from coffee dates, museum selfies, a blurry picture of him asleep on her chest that he did not remember her taking. He found that one twice. She must’ve printed a backup.

His heart thumped warm in his chest, soft and steady.

Then he kept digging.

Next drawer: a few more plushies. One she’d stolen from his room. He made a mental note to call her out later.

Then, tucked toward the back of her bottom drawer, half-buried under a soft hoodie:

A toy.

Her toy.

He froze for a second, blinking.

Then his mouth slowly curved into the kind of cocky, devilish grin she hated—and secretly loved.

“Oh, baby,” he muttered, picking it up. “You left this where I could find it?”

He turned it over in his hand, imagining the exact ways she’d used it, how wrecked she must’ve looked with it inside her. He exhaled, hand tightening around the handle.

Then he pulled out his phone, angling it down.

Click.

He snapped the picture—just his hand holding it, clear enough to see what it was, the background unmistakably her room.

He added the caption:

Luigi:

look what i found

you miss me that bad?

And sent it.

Three dots popped up immediately.

Then nothing.

Then they popped up again.

He grinned, flopping back on her bed, still holding the toy like it was evidence in a court case.

“God, you’re so done for when you get back,” he muttered to himself, already planning how to greet her—with the toy still in his hand and so many questions in his mouth.

Her phone buzzed again as she neared the elevator.

Luigi:

i’m not saying i’m jealous

but this thing definitely doesn’t kiss you like i do

She groaned, dragging a hand over her face, heart pounding with a cocktail of embarrassment, irritation, and something way hotter than she was ready to admit out loud.

She texted back quickly:

You:

PUT. IT. AWAY.

i’m almost there

i swear to god, luigi—

Luigi:

hurry up then

your little friend misses you

She cursed under her breath as she swiped her key card and stomped down the hall.

She pushed the door open fast.

Luigi was exactly where she expected: sprawled out on her bed like he owned it, hoodie halfway off his shoulder, one knee propped up, looking completely relaxed.

And in his hand?

Still the toy.

He twirled it lazily between his fingers like it was no big deal.

“Hey, baby,” he said, voice obnoxiously smug. “Missed you.”

“You are so annoying.”

She crossed the room and reached for it, but he lifted it just out of her reach.

“Nuh uh,” he smirked. “You didn’t say please.”

“Luigi.”

He grinned. “I was just thinking about you using this. Like… what were you thinking about when you came with it? Me?”

Her face flared hot.

“Or were you pretending it was me?” he asked, sitting up, voice dipping low. “Were you moaning my name even when it was this little guy inside you?”

She lunged for it again. He dodged, laughing, backing toward the wall.

“You’re literally a menace,” she growled, cornering him.

“And you’re so red right now,” he said, eyes dropping to her mouth, then lower. “You want it back? You gonna say what you use it for?”

“Shut up—”

“You gonna beg?”

“Luigi.”

He finally let her snatch it from his hand, but not before brushing his fingers along hers and murmuring:

“You know… I’d rather watch you use it next time.”

She stared at him, clutching the toy, flushed and furious and flustered and so not as mad as she wanted to be.

He leaned in, voice low in her ear.

“I bet you’d put on a really good show.”

———————————————————————————

The room was warm, lit by nothing but her bedside lamp and the soft glow of her string lights. Luigi was sitting at the foot of her bed, legs spread, hoodie sleeves pushed up, one hand resting casually over his thigh. He was scrolling halfheartedly on his phone, still smirking like he hadn’t completely forgotten the stunt he pulled earlier.

That smugness didn’t last long.

Because she stepped out of the bathroom wearing only his oversized Adidas hoodie and a pair of black panties that barely peeked from under the hem.

His eyes snapped up.

Phone forgotten.

His mouth parted like his brain had short-circuited.

She didn’t say anything—just walked over slowly, silently, her gaze locked on his the whole time. Then she grabbed her toy from the drawer and climbed onto the bed, crawling to the center without a single word.

Luigi’s eyes followed every move.

“You look…” he exhaled hard. “Jesus, babe.”

Still not saying anything, she laid back against her pillows, pulled the hoodie up just enough to expose her stomach and thighs, then spread her legs slightly.

His hands twitched on his knees.

“Wait—are you actually—”

She turned the toy on. A low hum filled the room.

His jaw tensed.

“Fuck.”

She bit her bottom lip as she let the toy glide over her panties at first, teasing herself through the fabric—light circles, slow pressure. She closed her eyes for just a moment, letting the tension start to build.

When she opened them again, his gaze was locked between her legs, hands fisted in the blanket now, the hoodie tight around his chest.

“You said you wanted to watch,” she said softly, breath already catching. “So watch.”

Luigi groaned like he was in pain.

She slid her panties aside and touched the toy directly to her clit now, back arching slightly, hips shifting under the pressure. Her breaths got shorter, and a quiet moan escaped her lips.

His eyes darkened.

“I can’t—baby—”

“You’re not allowed to touch,” she cut in, voice breathy but firm. “You wanted a show. So sit there and behave.”

His thigh twitched. His hands flexed.

She moaned again, a little louder this time, letting her head fall back for effect—and because it felt good. Really good. The way the hoodie clung to her curves, the toy hitting just right, and knowing he was losing it without laying a hand on her?

It was everything.

She glanced over again.

Luigi’s cock was straining against his sweats now—completely hard, leaking already. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, eyes glued to the way her hips rolled.

“Fuck, you’re gonna kill me,” he choked.

She slowed the toy just enough to keep herself from tipping over the edge, drawing it out. Torturing him.

“You were so cocky earlier,” she whispered. “Still feel like teasing me now?”

He shook his head instantly.

“No. God, no. You win. Please—”

She cut him off with a moan, higher-pitched this time, thighs starting to tremble as she brought herself closer and closer.

Luigi was panting now, red in the face, fists clenching in the blanket.

“Let me touch you,” he begged. “Let me do something. Please.”

She didn’t answer.

Just kept going.

The room was thick with tension, and the only sound was the soft hum of the toy and the ragged, helpless breathing coming from the foot of the bed.

Luigi looked like he was on the verge of breaking.

Sweat at his temple, his bottom lip between his teeth, cock rock-hard under his sweats and twitching with every moan she let slip.

She kept her pace steady, her fingers gripping the edge of the hoodie as the toy circled her clit, slick and warm and just right. Her thighs trembled. Her breath hitched.

And through it all, his hands stayed exactly where she told him—fists clenched, knuckles white.

“Babe,” he whispered. “Please. Please let me touch you.”

She opened her eyes just enough to meet his—glassy, wrecked, pleading.

“No,” she breathed. “Not until I finish.”

“Fuck.”

He pressed his palm flat against his thigh like he needed to anchor himself there. She was so close—hips starting to shake, her other hand gripping the blanket tight, whimpers slipping out faster now.

“God—Lu—” she moaned, louder now, head falling back. “I’m gonna—fuck—”

That did it.

Her legs tensed. The toy hit just right. Her whole body arched as the orgasm ripped through her, hard and fast, her mouth open in a cry she didn’t bother to hide. She shook, thighs clenching, breath caught in her throat, riding the wave until her hips finally dropped back to the mattress.

The room went quiet except for her breath slowing and the faint buzz of the toy, still resting lightly against her before she turned it off.

She blinked up at the ceiling, chest heaving.

Then she looked down at Luigi.

He looked absolutely destroyed.

And still—still—he hadn’t moved.

“Come here,” she said softly.

He scrambled forward like he’d been unchained.

His hands landed on her hips first—warm, shaking. Then his mouth was on her stomach, trailing desperate, reverent kisses up her hoodie. He kissed just under her breasts, her ribs, her jaw.

“You’re unreal,” he whispered, voice hoarse. “You’re so fucking perfect.”

“You watched me fall apart and didn’t even touch yourself,” she murmured, her fingers sliding into his curls. “That’s impressive.”

“Babe, I’m dying. I’ve never been so hard in my life. I need—something.”

She smirked, pulling him up by the hoodie until their mouths met.

“I know,” she whispered, biting his bottom lip. “And now you can have it.”

The second her lips touched his, something in Luigi switched.

That coiled tension he’d been holding back since she first turned the toy on? Gone. Unleashed.

He kissed her hard—no hesitation now. Tongue in her mouth, hands gripping her thighs, hoodie bunched at her waist. She moaned into it, already wet and sensitive from her orgasm, but needing more.

“On your back,” he muttered, voice low, all grit.

She laid back without a word, heart hammering, legs falling open beneath him. He hovered over her, eyes hungry, breath ragged as he pressed himself between her thighs.

“You drive me insane,” he growled, kissing down her neck, teeth grazing just above her collarbone. “I waited. I fucking watched you. And now—”

He pressed the thick length of himself against her, still clothed by his sweats, the pressure enough to make her gasp.

“Now I’m gonna ruin you.”

She whimpered, arms wrapping around his shoulders.

But just as she opened her mouth to say something—maybe tease, maybe beg—he slipped two fingers past her lips.

Her eyes went wide.

His fingers pressed on her tongue—slow, deliberate.

“Quiet now,” he said softly. “You’re too loud when I fuck you. Don’t want anyone hearing what this pussy sounds like, do you?”

She moaned around his fingers—wet, obscene—and shook her head.

His hips rolled against her slowly, the friction building through his sweats, then he finally pushed them down just enough to free himself. He was hot and heavy against her, tip already slick, and when he lined up and slid into her in one slow, brutal thrust—

Her whole body arched.

“Fuck,” he groaned, fingers still in her mouth. “You’re still so fucking tight.”

She moaned again, body twitching, hands clawing at his back, her mouth full of his fingers.

He started moving—deep, slow strokes at first, each thrust angled perfectly. Then faster. Rougher.

His other hand slid to her throat.

Not squeezing—holding. Dominating. Letting her feel it.

Her eyes fluttered, already glassy, already overwhelmed.

“You like this,” he whispered, hips slamming into hers harder now, the wet slap of their bodies echoing in the room. “Me using your mouth, holding your throat, fucking you stupid. Don’t even need to talk.”

She whined around his fingers, legs shaking, body arching up to meet every thrust.

“Gonna cum again?” he asked, eyes dark. “Even after you made a mess with that toy?”

She nodded desperately, her body already unraveling again.

“Good,” he whispered, teeth grazing her jaw. “Cum with my fingers in your mouth and my cock in you. Show me how mine you are.”

She broke.

Her moan was muffled, throat tightening under his hand, body clenching around him as she came again—harder this time, stars in her eyes, her whole body trembling as she gushed around him.

He groaned, pulled his fingers from her mouth and grabbed her hips hard, thrusting a few more times before he spilled inside her, deep and hot, breath caught in a ragged moan against her neck.

They collapsed into each other, skin sticky, breathing wild.

And still, neither of them said a word.

Not for a full minute.

Then finally:

Luigi laughed—low, exhausted, wrecked.

“I’m obsessed with you,” he mumbled against her skin.

She smiled, still catching her breath. “Yeah. I know.”

The shower was already running, warm water misting the mirror, soft fog curling against the tile.

Luigi stood under the spray, leaning against the wall, eyes half-closed, hair soaked and curls falling over his forehead. His chest rose and fell in slow, steady waves. He was barely awake.

“You’re falling asleep,” she said, stepping in behind him and reaching for the soap.

“No I’m not,” he mumbled, not even opening his eyes.

“You’re swaying.”

“Just vibing.”

She smiled, pressing a kiss to his shoulder before gently turning him toward her.

His eyes fluttered open—barely.

“Hi,” he whispered, goofy grin spreading across his face.

“Hi, sleepyhead.”

She lathered the soap in her hands and ran them gently over his chest, his stomach, arms, back—everywhere. Her touch was soft, slow, methodical. Like he was made of glass.

“Why are you being so nice to me?” he asked, blinking at her.

“Because you’re cute and tired and a mess.”

“And because I made you cum twice.”

“That too.”

He laughed—low, breathy, still dazed.

Then she reached up for his hair, threading her fingers through the curls and slowly working in shampoo. He leaned into it immediately, mouth falling open a little as her nails grazed his scalp.

“Oh my god, marry me,” he muttered.

“I already do this every time you stay over.”

“Exactly. What more proof do I need?”

She rinsed him off, then moved to wash his face, using her fingertips to massage the cleanser over his cheeks and jawline. He tilted his head toward her hand like he couldn’t help it.

“You’re so soft right now,” she murmured, rinsing his face gently under the spray.

“I’m yours,” he whispered. “Fully. Forever. Take me.”

She snorted, nudging him back under the water to rinse. “You’re ridiculous.”

He smiled again, barely awake, leaning his forehead to hers. “And you love it.”

She pulled him into a quiet hug under the water—his skin warm, slick, his arms loosely wrapping around her waist.

“I really do,” she whispered.

They climbed under the covers still damp from the shower, skin clean, hair soft, her hoodie now draped over the back of a chair. Luigi didn’t even make it to the pillow properly—he flopped down face-first, the stuffed octopus tucked under one arm again like it belonged there.

She smiled as she slipped in next to him, tucking the blankets up over both of them. His breathing had already slowed, soft and even, lashes brushing his cheeks, lips parted just slightly.

Out. Completely.

She turned on her side to face him, head propped on one hand, watching him for a moment. His curls were still a little wet, sticking to his forehead. His cheeks were warm, skin still dewy from the steam, and every few breaths he made a quiet little sound—barely audible, like a sigh wrapped in a dream.

Her heart swelled.

He looked so small like this. So sweet. All cocky attitude melted away, just her sleepy boy tangled in her blankets, clutching her stuffed animal like it was a lifeline.

She reached out, brushing his curls back gently, her fingers trailing along his temple, then his jaw.

“You’re so cute,” she whispered, even though he couldn’t hear her. “You have no idea.”

His breathing shifted slightly, slow and deep and perfect.

The quiet made her eyelids heavy.

She curled closer, tucking her head against his shoulder, her hand resting lightly on his chest, right over his heartbeat. That rhythm, steady and familiar, was the last thing she felt before her own body gave in—slipping under, wrapped in warmth, comfort, and him.

Thursday Afternoon - Later in the week

They were sprawled out on a patch of grass under one of the old oaks near College Hall—her head in his lap, textbooks open but completely ignored. His fingers toyed lazily with the end of one of her earrings, twisting the gold charm while she scrolled through her tablet.

Luigi yawned, stretched, and looked down at her.

“Hey,” he said casually. “Phi Psi’s throwing a party tomorrow night.”

Her brows raised slightly. “Let me guess. Beer pong, a fog machine, and someone throwing up in the downstairs bathroom?”

He grinned. “Tradition.”

She gave him a look. “I don’t know, Lu…”

“Oh come on,” he groaned, tugging gently on her earring. “It’s not like it’s random. It’s our semester kickback. Nothing insane. Just music, drinks, way too many people in one house…”

“That’s exactly what I don’t like.”

He leaned down, hovering over her with the most obnoxiously pouty face he could manage.

“I’ll stay next to you the whole night,” he offered. “We can even pregame with just us two. I’ll make that stupid pink drink you like.”

“You mean the one that gets you tipsy after two sips?” she teased.

He pointed at her dramatically. “That’s the one.”

She looked at him for a long second—his brown curls glowing in the sun, his hoodie bunched at the elbows, that ridiculous pleading grin on his face.

And, well… when he begged like that?

She was a goner.

“Fine,” she sighed, closing her tablet. “I’ll go.”

Luigi let out a triumphant little cheer and leaned down to kiss her forehead. “You’re the best girlfriend ever.”

“I know.”

He ran a hand through her hair. “I’m gonna look so hot with you on my arm.”

“You say that like you’re not already cocky enough.”

“I’m just manifesting.”

Friday Night — 10:37 p.m. | Phi Kappa Psi House

The music was loud. Bodies everywhere. The house was dimly lit with strings of mismatched LEDs, half-working speakers blasting early 2000s rap remixes, and the vague scent of jungle juice, vape, and someone’s knockoff cologne clinging to the air.

She stepped through the front door, instantly clocking the usual frat chaos: someone already dancing on the kitchen island, someone else arguing about who spilled what on the rug, and a group of people hovering near the makeshift bar trying to figure out if the punch was lethal.

But then—she saw him.

Luigi.

Standing in the living room, solo cup in hand, halfway through telling some animated story. His curls were pushed back off his forehead, probably from heat or dancing. His short-sleeved button-down was completely unbuttoned except for the bottom two, exposing the soft curve of his chest and the thin silver chain he always wore when he wanted to show off. His shorts hung low on his hips, a little wrinkled, and he was swaying slightly—clearly a few drinks in.

He turned, scanned the room lazily—then saw her.

And his entire face lit up.

“BABYYY—!”

He was already stumbling toward her, cup forgotten on a random table, that crooked, tipsy smile stretching across his face like he’d just won the lottery.

“You came,” he said, like it was a miracle.

“You begged,” she replied, raising an eyebrow.

But he wasn’t listening. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulled her in, and kissed her right there in the middle of the hallway. It was a little too deep for public, but neither of them cared. His hands found her hips immediately, fingertips curling into the low rise waistband of her jeans.

When they broke apart, his eyes dropped.

To her outfit.

Low-rise jeans, slung perfectly on her hips, and a tiny spaghetti strap crop top that left nothing to imagination but was somehow still just hers—casual, effortless, killer.

“Holy shit,” he breathed. “You look unreal.”

“You’re drunk.”

“And you’re unfair.”

Before she could reply, he grabbed her hand, practically dragging her into the living room.

“Guys!” he shouted over the music. “Guys, this is her—this is my girlfriend. The one I’ve been talking about.”

A few heads turned, lifting their drinks in greeting. One guy called out, “Dude, she’s way too hot for you!”

Luigi didn’t even pretend to be humble. Just laughed, red in the face, curls bouncing.

“I know!” he yelled back.

He looked down at her again, grinning like an idiot.

“You’re actually here,” he said, resting his forehead against her shoulder for a second. “I missed you.”

“You saw me five hours ago.”

“I missed you.”

The place had only gotten more packed—bass rattling the floor, bodies crammed into the living room like a dance floor that no one could actually dance on. People were yelling half-conversations over the music, drinks spilling, the LED lights strobing in sync with bad DJ transitions.

Luigi hadn’t let go of her once.

His arm was slung around her waist, his other hand half-tangled in the strap of her top like he was afraid she’d slip away into the crowd. He’d kissed her cheek, her neck, her shoulder. Told her she looked perfect ten times. At least.

She was nursing her second drink—vodka cranberry, barely strong. Calm. Composed. Just buzzed enough to smile a little softer, laugh a little more freely.

He, on the other hand, was glowing.

Pink in the cheeks. Voice louder. Every time she shifted away to say hi to someone, he immediately leaned in to tug her back.

“Stay with me,” he pouted against her ear.

“I’m right here.”

“Not enough.”

She rolled her eyes but let him press a kiss to her neck again, his hands trailing down to hook into the waistband of her jeans. She swatted him away with a smirk.

Then—

“Hey!”

One of Luigi’s frat brothers—Caleb, tall, broad, very smiley—approached from the side, drink in hand.

“I didn’t know you were his girlfriend,” he said to her with a grin. “Damn, he wasn’t exaggerating.”

She laughed, polite, not stepping away from Luigi. “You must be Caleb.”

“I am,” he said, flashing a wink. “Nice to finally meet the girl who’s been breaking this guy’s brain all semester.”

Luigi’s grip tightened immediately.

She could feel him bristle behind her.

“Okay,” he said loudly, slipping between them and throwing an arm around her shoulder. “Let’s cool it with the compliments. I know she’s hot.”

Caleb raised his hands, laughing. “Relax, bro. I’m just saying hi.”

“Yeah. You’ve said it.”

She tried not to smile as Luigi all but pulled her back into his chest, his hand sliding around her stomach like he was trying to fuse them together.

As soon as Caleb walked away, Luigi leaned in and mumbled:

“I don’t like him.”

“He’s your friend.”

“He has a stupid face. And he was looking at you like he wanted to bite.”

She tilted her head, smiling slightly. “Jealous?”

“Dangerously.”

He kissed her shoulder again, more lingering this time, hand dipping just slightly under the waistband of her jeans—hidden by the crowd, but very intentional.

“You’re mine tonight,” he whispered against her skin. “All night.”

She sipped her drink, pretending to be unbothered, but her cheeks were starting to burn.

And the way he looked at her then—tipsy, flushed, possessive and soft and completely gone—made it very clear:

He wasn’t letting her out of his sight.

They’d slipped out to the back patio for a breath of fresh air, the party still raging inside. The air was cooler out here, the buzz of music muffled by brick walls and the occasional drunk yell echoing from upstairs.

Luigi was leaning against the railing, drink abandoned somewhere inside, curls a little damp from heat, and a dopey, dizzy smile spread across his face like he didn’t know how to contain it.

“Your hands are sooo small,” he mumbled suddenly, eyes glazed but focused on hers. “Like—how do they even fit on your body?”

She laughed, stepping closer. “Lu…”

“No, like, for real. It’s like—” He held up his hands, trying to measure it in the air and then immediately lost track of what he was doing. “Your whole hand is like… tiny. You’re so tiny.”

She rolled her eyes and grabbed his face in both hands, gently holding him still. “You’re drunk.”

He blinked.

Then absolutely melted.

His blush was instant—hot and bright across his cheeks, all the way up to his ears. His lips parted slightly, eyes soft and glossy, and he made the quietest sound in his throat like her touch had completely short-circuited his brain.

“Ohmygod,” he whispered. “Don’t do that.”

“Do what?” she teased, brushing her thumbs across his cheekbones.

“That,” he slurred, voice thick. “Holding me like I’m… like I’m fragile. I’ll cry.”

She leaned in, kissed his flushed face once. Then again. Then softly pressed her lips to his.

He made the tiniest whimper against her mouth and smiled so hard when she pulled back it looked like it physically hurt him to contain it.

“You’re so pretty,” he mumbled, eyes half-lidded. “You should marry me.”

“You can’t even walk.”

“I can walk.”

“You shouldn’t walk.”

He blinked again, then looked up at her with those drunk, wide eyes and said, “Can we go upstairs? To my room? I wanna cuddle. Like, deeply.”

She smiled. “Deep cuddles, huh?”

“I’ll give you my good pillow.”

“Oh wow. Must be serious.”

He nodded solemnly. “I’ll even take my shoes off this time.”

She laughed again and took his hand. “Alright, loverboy. Lead the way.”

Luigi beamed, totally lit up—and maybe slightly swaying—as he led her back through the party, his grip tight in hers, like he was terrified of losing his favorite thing in the chaos.

And even with the noise, the bodies, the mess of it all… she only saw him.

The door shut behind them with a click, muffling the party. It was quieter up here—still buzzing from the bass below, but distant now, like a memory. The room smelled faintly like his cologne and detergent. A hoodie was draped over the back of his desk chair, LED lights glowing soft blue.

Luigi flopped onto his bed like his body had given up entirely, one arm thrown over his face. His button-down was still hanging open, chest rising and falling fast, lips parted, cheeks bright and warm.

“You good?” she asked, toeing off her shoes.

He nodded slowly, grinning to himself.

“I’m in love,” he said to the ceiling.

She raised an eyebrow. “With the ceiling?”

“With you, dummy.”

She laughed, climbing onto the bed and straddling his waist, her thighs bracketing his hips. She leaned down slowly, arms sliding around him, hugging him fully—her chest pressed to his, cheek tucked into the crook of his neck.

He let out a soft, shaky breath.

“Holy shit,” he mumbled. “You’re on top of me. Hugging me. I think I’m gonna ascend.”

She giggled into his neck. “You’re so dramatic.”

“No, like, I feel high. Off you.” His hands wrapped around her waist, holding her tight. “This is the best moment of my life.”

She pulled back just slightly to look at him—and his eyes were so glossy. Warm and wide and drunk on affection. His lips curved into that goofy, helpless smile.

“I’m so in love with you,” he slurred. “Like—it’s bad. I think about you all the time. Like, all the time. Even when you’re just in class or like… drinking water.”

“Drinking water?”

“You’re so cute when you hydrate.”

She laughed again, kissing his nose, but he just kept going—eyes shining, words tumbling.

“I think about you being, like… a mom. With my kids. With our kids.”

Her breath hitched a little. “Lu…”

“No, listen,” he said, hands on her hips now, eyes locked on hers. “You’d be so hot pregnant. Like—insanely hot. You’d walk around in those little tank tops and I’d lose my mind.”

She choked on a laugh, blushing hard. “You’re such a menace.”

“Our kid,” he whispered, voice all low and serious now. “A little you and me. You’d be so soft with them. You’d be so good.”

He looked up at her like she hung the stars. Like he was already picturing it—her swollen belly, his hands on her hips, her wearing his old Baltimore shirt to bed, glowing, exhausted, happy.

“I’d put, like… six babies in you,” he muttered. “Minimum.”

She covered her face in her hands. “Oh my god—”

He laughed, flushed and giddy, trying to pull her hands away. “No no no, don’t hide. You love me.”

“I do,” she admitted, still blushing, still stunned. “But you’re so lucky you’re cute right now.”

He blinked up at her, that big dumb grin still painted across his face.

“You’re my future.”

She was still straddling him, her arms tucked around his neck, his hands gently gripping her waist like she might vanish. His smile had faded into something more tender, something deeper—eyes still glossy, but darker now, heavier with want.

“I need you,” he whispered suddenly, voice rough and breathy. “Need to be inside you.”

She blinked, pulling back slightly. “Lu…”

“I’m serious.” His hands slid up under her shirt, warm and trembling. “You’re right here. On top of me. I’m losing my mind.”

“You’re drunk.”

He pouted, leaning up to kiss her jaw. Then her neck. “I’m not that drunk.”

“You’re slurring your words.”

“Not anymore,” he whispered. “Baby, please.”

She rolled her eyes, trying to keep her cool. “You’re so dramatic.”

His hands cupped her face now, thumbs brushing her cheeks, eyes locked on hers with every ounce of that soft desperation he always pulled out when he really wanted something.

“My sweetheart,” he said, voice all low and ruined. “My love. My wife.”

“Oh my god—”

“No, seriously. You’re it for me.” He kissed her again, slow and deep. “I wanna be inside you so bad. Wanna feel you. Wanna make love to you, not just—” His hips rolled up against hers, subtle, but so clear. “—not just fuck you. Just… us.”

She swallowed hard.

“Please,” he whispered, forehead pressed to hers. “Please, sweetheart. Let me in. Let me be yours.”

She bit her bottom lip, heart racing. “Lu…”

He kissed her again, softer now. “I’ll be good. I’ll go slow. I just want you.”

And then, with that puppy-eyed look that always melted her.

“Let me love you.”

She sighed, giving in, brushing his curls back with one hand. “You win.”

The smile that lit up his face was instant.

“Really?”

“You’re lucky I’m obsessed with you.”

He flipped her gently onto her back with a breathless laugh, already kissing down her neck, muttering between every press of his lips:

“My love.”

“My wife.”

“My favorite girl in the whole world.”

And the way he touched her after that—tender, reverent, absolutely wrecked—was every bit as soft and filthy as the way he said her name.

Clothes came off piece by piece—not rushed, not rough. Just peeled away under soft kisses and lingering touches. Her top hit the floor first, then his shirt, his hands sliding up her sides like he was memorizing her by feel.

When she laid back, he hovered over her—body pressed to hers, skin to skin, their legs tangled under the blankets he barely remembered pulling up. His lips never left her for long.

He kissed her mouth slowly, then her cheek, then lower. His breath hit her neck and she felt it before she felt his mouth.

“Lu,” she whispered, squirming slightly.

“I’m not sorry,” he murmured against her skin, just before he sucked hard—right under her jaw.

She gasped as his tongue soothed it, only for him to bite and suck again, a little lower. Then again, on the other side.

He made his way down her neck, leaving marks like he was branding her.

Deep red, already blooming.

“I’m gonna be covered,” she whispered, half-laughing, half-breathless.

“I want people to see,” he muttered, dragging his mouth back up to kiss her hard. “I want them to know who you belong to.”

Her nails dug into his back on instinct—light at first, then deeper as his hips rolled into hers.

He moaned into her mouth. “Fuck—do that again.”

She dragged her nails down this time, slow and mean, and felt his body twitch against hers.

“Shit,” he hissed. “You’re so gonna be pregnant after this.”

She giggled softly, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. “You and this baby obsession…”

“I mean it,” he whispered, kissing her collarbone now. “You’d look so good carrying my kid. I think about it all the time. You, round and slow, glowing—fuck.”

“You’re insane,” she murmured, but she was smiling. Blushing. “You really want that, huh?”

His mouth trailed back to her throat, kissing over the bruises he’d just left. “More than anything.”

Then he slid into her.

Slow.

Deep.

Full.

And neither of them said a word for a moment. Just breathing. Just holding.

When he moved again, it was unhurried—like he had all night. Like he wanted to take all night. Every thrust filled her completely, made her cling tighter, made her moan against his neck.

Her nails scratched his back again.

His mouth found her ear.

“My baby,” he whispered. “My love. My everything.”

She wrapped her legs around his waist, eyes fluttering. “Yours.”

He groaned—loud, almost broken.

And they stayed like that—moving together, whispering, marking each other with every touch—until they both unraveled in each other’s arms, trembling and breathless, held tight in warmth and love and something that felt a lot like forever.

𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼

Sorryyyy for the wait, I had to edit a lot of it. I hope you like it 💗

[bubblebaththoughts]

Aphrodisiacs

Neteyam x Fem!Omatikayan!Reader

kinkmas masterlist

warnings: 18+ MDNI, dubcon for both parties, drug-like state, rough p in v, both uncontrollably horny, pre-established friendship, Neteyam and Reader are pining eachother but neither can make a move untilllll…

translations:

Syulang - flower

txe’lan - heart

tanhi - bioluminescent freckles

kuru - neural queue

“Keep up!” You yelled back to him

“I’m trying! Damn it!” Neteyam called up to you “Just, just wait for me!”

“I always wait for you Neteyam- Ah!” You scream, tripping onto the ground

As you fall out of Neteyam’s line of sight, panic courses through his veins.

“Syulang! Are you alright?” He called out as his pace sped up to find you

“Neteyam!” You call back “I- Something- happened!”

Neteyam approached you carefully, peering over silently.

You laid there on the ground, a pink dust covering your chest, along with a heavy sweat.

“Are you alright, Syulang?” He asked, towering over your body

“Mmm… Teyam, it hurts…” You whine, trying to reach for him

Neteyem drops to his knees by your side. “What hurts? Tell me what happened, it’s alright.”

“Something, poofed, in my face.” You tried to explain as you uncomfortably tried to also sit up

“Poof?” He reaches down, helping you sit up

Suddenly, he knew what you meant.

Poof.

He was suddenly in a pinkish-lavender haze as you invaded all of his senses.

“Uh- Um, where did you say it hurt, Syulang?” He asked, trying to compose himself

“Mmm.” You take him by the hand, guiding it to your chest. “txe’lan…”

Then you bring his hand lower, to your lower stomach. “Here feels empty…”

Empty… unfulfilled… yearning.

“Eywa help me.” He whispered a silent prayer as the drug-like-dust engulfed his mind

You didn’t remember who initiated it… you didn’t even really care. And neither did he.

It seemed that all you cared about right now was begging Neteyam to go deeper.

It was like a constant instruction in Neteyam’s mind: “In and out. In and out.”

He couldn’t even begin to count how many times you both had cum.

Like right now for example.

Your teeth were sunk into his shoulder as you tried to hold in a scream, and he was uncontrollably rutting into you like an animal.

He felt like an animal, but he couldn’t help himself, the feral feeling of needing to be inside of you overcame him.

He felt like he was being burned every time he would even try to pull away from you.

You clung to him desperately as you were just as deep into it as he was.

You might have been worse, you got the brunt of it.

It was like you never stopped whining, never stopped whining for him, or his cock, his tongue, his fingers, him.

All that you were able to think about was how good it felt for him to be thrusting into your right now.

No matter how many times either of you had cum, it was never ending, never enough. Neither of you could be satisfied.

It was unlike any rut or heat either of you had ever experienced.

More like you had both been hypnotized and this was the only thing stopping the both of you from actually going crazy.

“Ah- Uh! Fuck!” Neteyam called to you as he thrusted one more time, spilling into you for the umpteenth time today.

It was dark now, but the bioluminescent plants lit up the clearing.

You two lit up the clearing, your tanhi glowing brighter than ever.

Knowing Neteyam since birth, you saw a lot of him, all the time. You had memorized the pattern of his tanhi, how many there were on him, and where he glowed the brightest.

He nestled his head into your neck as he pulled out, making you whine for him. He peppered kisses on your neck while reassuring you that it was okay.

Neteyam slunk down in between your spread legs, watching as his load poured out of your pussy.

“So pretty.” He smiled up at you, making you whine

“Neteyam, it hurts.”

His hand gently squeezed your thigh, to let you know that everything was alright.

You can feel his breath against your clit, and you gasp in pleasure as his tongue circles around it. He licks and suckles, and you can feel the pleasure radiating from your core.

He moves lower, and you feel his tongue slide inside of you. He teases and teases until you can feel yourself close to cumming. He moves his tongue up and down, forcing you to get closer and closer.

And then, you feel his fingers slide up and find that spot inside of you. He moves his tongue and fingers in a rhythm, and you can feel yourself trembling with pleasure as you come. He continues to move his tongue and fingers until your orgasm fades away, and he slides his fingers out of you.

You feel his lips press against your neck, and you can feel his breath against your skin. You can feel his warmth radiating through you as he holds you close.

You push him on his back, sitting up to straddle him.

Immediately, you sink his throbbing cock back inside of you, a guttural moan escaping your lips.

Everything felt raw, like a throbbing open nerve.

“I wanna- I wanna.” He whines up at you

“What? What do you want?” You whine back as you ease down on him

“Want you.” He growled “Mine.”

He leaned up, holding you by the throat and roughly thrusted into you.

He worked his hips hard against your ass as he speared his cock deep inside of you. You relax against him, letting him completely take over.

“Want you to be just mine.” He whispered to you “All mine.”

You whimpered as you felt his hand tug on your kuru. “I want to- ah! I want to be yours Teyam.”

“For life.” He clarifies “As my mate.” He grunts as he continues to thrust into you

“Teyam!” You cried, completely falling apart in his arms, becoming similar to a rag-doll as he fucks you senseless

“How do you feel about that Syulang?” He whispered to you, “Mine forever?”

“Please Neteyam! Wanna be yours!” You cry

He smiles, pulling you against him tightly. One more thrust and he’s done for, spilling inside of you once again today.

The intense burn for you never stopped, his stilled inside of you, pulling you impossibly closer and holding onto you for dear life.

“Wanna make the bond.” He whispered to you quietly

“Tsaheylu?” You whimpered

“Mhm.” He moaned in your ear

“Please!” Your voice breaks him, it cracks as you cry out to him, begging him to make the bond.

His hand gently takes yours, letting the thick braid run over his fingers before he brought it up to your face.

The small tendrils dance around, a shiver runs down your back as you watch it.

Neteyam uses his free hand to grab his own Kuru, bringing it close to yours.

The sight was similar to watching magnets. Both of your queues had a magnetic pull to each other.

You bring your own hand up, and you gently ease your finger over the tendrils on his, making him gasp as they grip onto your finger

“Ah- Ah! Syulang! Mmm!” He moaned out as you played with his most sensitive part

You pull your finger away gently to relieve him.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” He emphasized the “You.”, a worried look on his face, “Because I- I’m completely sure about you, you’re all I’ve ever wanted.”

“All I’ve ever needed was you, Neteyam.” Your bright eyes shined up at him

Neteyam smiled down at you, his eyes now shining as well.

You took a breath before continuing, “I… I see you, Neteyam.”

“I see you.” He beamed at you, “I love you, so much.”

“I love you too.” You gushed

Slowly, he began to bring both queues together. And suddenly, the emptiness feeling you’ve felt since being sprayed in the face by that plant, was gone. Completely filled by Neteyam.

A moment of complete comfort. Complete clarity. Like this was meant to be. Written in the stars. Designed by Eywa.

“I see you!” You cried out to him again

“I see you, my love. I see you.” He embraced you, holding you impossibly closer. “I am with you forever.”

You lean up, kissing his lips passionately.

Neteyam takes care of you in the most tender and loving way. He wraps you up in his embrace, holding you close until the aftershocks of pleasure have faded away. He kisses your forehead and tells you how beautiful and special you are to him. He makes sure you are comfortable and taken care of, and that all of your needs are met.

Gently, he finally pulls out of you, coming down from the intense high of the pink dust. He soothes you with quiet praises, telling you how good you were for him, and that he was so proud of you.

You can feel the love radiating from your lover, and you know that you are safe and cherished in his arms. His touch is gentle and caring, and it's exactly what you need after a day of constant passionate sex. With just his touch, you can feel the bond between you growing even stronger.

taglist: @danniackerman @loaksslut

[dat-town]

hypnotized (in your eyes)

never seen circus masterpost

Characters: hypnotist!Hyunjae & female reader

Setting & genre: magical realism au

Summary: You find a hypnotist to forget your recurring dreams. Little do you know you once forgot him too.

Warnings: general creepiness of an eerie circus, ambiguous ending, mentioned insomnia

Words: 2.3k

For @restlessmaknae, happy D-4 <3 Not to copy you but I realized that the best way not to have to cut another story in half because I couldn't finish it in time is to make sure I can stop pretty much any point and these short stories came pretty easy. You know I already told you about this idea like last year, so here it is finally. Keep your eyes out for the next stories <3

The wind chime outside of the ragged tent played a slow symphony to the rhythm of the night breeze.

The tall boy inside was humming an old folk song as he flipped through the pages of a book. It was a slow day but it was always hit or miss with the circus. They were constantly on the move and there was no way to tell how many people would stumble upon the red lights and fake golden glitter when they stopped.

Hyunjae had already assisted a married couple by helping an old memory to resurface and a teenage girl to face her trauma. People came to him with all kinds of requests, people who were brave or desperate enough to open their minds to him, to let him reach in there and pull. Like marionettes on strings. Thoughts were like dolls for him to play with. Lucky for many, he was a nice player, especially when he was paid handsomely.

It was the wind that he noticed first. The moment of cold when the entrance of the tent opened and closed. Then he looked up from his book, over his propped up legs on his desk and saw you. Words froze on the tip of his tongue as he watched you looking around in wonder, rooted to one spot by the edge of the tent. The flower pattern of your dress reminded him of the blooming spring. Last spring when he had last seen you. You had stood right there where you did then. You were awed at the decorations of his tent as if you had never seen anything more interesting than enchantments hanging from the top and books on alchemy. You turned slowly, gaze sticking to the fairy lights hanging all over the insides of the tent and when your eyes met his, you suddenly turned bashful, a dusty pink colour high on your cheeks.

"Hello," you bowed politely like a stranger and Hyunjae had to remind himself to get his shit together. Of course, you greeted him as if you had never met before. Because for you, you never did.

"Good evening. How can I help you?" The boy asked as he cleared his throat. He wasn't proud of the way he stumbled as he put his feet down on the ground and stood up. His hands gripped on the edge of his desk when you walked closer, clueless and innocent. Just like last time.

For someone who lived longer than most people, it was quite embarrassing how fast his heart beat just because of your closeness. His chest felt tight too when he saw the apples of your cheeks grow with the shy smile blooming on your lips as you stopped on the other side of his desk.

For a foolish moment, Hyunjae hoped naively that you would tell him that you were joking, that you would call him by his name and tell him to keep his part of the promise. But of course, the rational side of him knew it didn't work like it. You weren't supposed to know who he was or recognize him even if it wasn't the first time you met. But he remembered your smiles and soft touches way too vividly to not hope you were an exception to the circus' rules: everybody was bound to forget about their visit.

"I... I was told that hypnosis can help me forget something," you answered, visibly sceptical, which made Hyunjae crack a smile. You had been just like this the last time too: you had thought he was just a con man cheating money out of naïve people. You were one of those rational people who only believed things they saw and you didn't even believe what you saw, not until you were sure it was real which was a smart thing to do at a place where you could run into people swallowing down knives.

The you from last spring would have never asked something like that of him though. You had been caught up in the rain and looked for a hideout. His tent had just been there, warm and inviting. Hyunjae had done his best to entertain you, amused himself by your stubbornness when you hadn't believed what he could do. So he wondered what could have happened that led you right back here, this time on purpose. The psychic girl from the tent next door would have told him it was destiny even though Hyunjae had never asked her to draw cards for him.

He hadn't wanted to hope in vain because he knew the inevitable: you would eventually leave and he had no choice but to stay at the circus. So in a way it felt nothing but a cruel play of the fate that it led you back to him. Yet, he couldn't send you away just to spare the heartache.

"Sure, it can. Please, take a seat," he pointed at the chair beside you before stepping to the kettle next to his bookshelf to prepare a cup of warm lotus tea. Selfishly, he stole glances at you while he was busy with the preparations. The ribbon in your hair was skewed and your lips were pink like peonies. Your curious doe eyes were warm and he remembered all too well how they used to be directed at him.

"Two cubes of sugar, a bit of lemon," he said as he slid the steaming cup in front of you and smiled knowingly at the surprise clear on your face.

"How?" You mumbled, eyes widening suspiciously which made him want to tease you. He couldn't have told you that he had learned your preference last time you had been there and he couldn’t forget it ever since.

"Lucky guess," he lied and watched as you sniffed at the sweet blue tea doubtfully before giving it a try. Hyunjae was relieved to see the corners of your mouth turn upwards even though he knew you would like it.

The boy unconsciously fixed his collar as he sat down across from you and licked his lower lip before he asked the question that had been on his mind ever since you had told him why you had come to him.

"What would you like to forget?"

You took a small, careful sip from your tea before setting the cup down again and looked up at Hyunjae. Your gaze was open and trusting and he felt his heart skip a beat. Oh, if only you knew how conflicted you made him feel.

"I keep dreaming of a place," you spoke up quietly, waiting to be interrupted but the boy waited patiently for you to keep going on. You brushed your hair out of your face, fingers tangling in your locks. "It's not even a real place. I have tried to look it up but it doesn't exist. In my dreams, I want to go there. I want to go there so bad that when I wake up I miss this place where I had never been and where I cannot go. It's like I feel trapped where I am. Sometimes I can't even sleep because I keep daydreaming about this place. I've tried everything to get my mind off it but I just can't. I know it sounds crazy but–"

"It's not," Hyunjae stopped you before you could have felt embarrassed. "Can you tell me more about this place? What's it like?"

You looked him in the eyes, gulped and then nodded, your eyes determined.

"It's a place by the sea. You can see the stars from the beach clearly and there are no villages as far as one can see. There are stairs though, in the air, that lead to a palace."

Hyunjae couldn't do anything but stare. He looked at your face closely, watching your expression, trying to figure out if you were playing a prank on him. That couldn't be. You weren't supposed to remember that. His home.

You had been daring. Calling him a fraud. Telling him to prove it if he could really hypnotise you and Hyunjae shouldn't have. He didn't use his power just for the sake of it after all, he used it for work, for actual clients, not overly curious girls. But it was raining outside and it was unlikely that he would get a new customer anytime soon, so he might as well just kill time, couldn't he?

He had sat you down, given you tea, lit candles and told you to close your eyes. Your lips were curled up in a smile, playfully mocking, as if challenging him to prove you wrong. Then Hyunjae took out his pocket watch and told you to imagine a pastel blue, endless sea.

He could have taken you anywhere. He still wasn't sure why he had chosen a place so personal to him but watching you explore the celestial palace had warmed his heart. He had told you childhood stories and anecdotes that you believed to be made up stories. You had told him so when you had opened your eyes and smiled at him so brightly. You had asked dozens of questions about his books, about how he had learned this and he had told you. He had always known you would forget it when leaving the circus, so there had been no reason to fear being exposed. You couldn't have known that though, not then.

"Will you be here tomorrow, too?" You had asked when the rain had stopped yet you had seemed reluctant to leave. Hyunjae had been too selfish to tell you to go as well. He was a lot of things but he wasn't a liar. Usually.

"Probably not. The circus never stays long anywhere," he had told you and watched the disappointment sweep into your expression slowly like a cloth drinks up liquid.

"Oh. And will you be back?" You had kept going and Hyunjae had pretended that the hope in your voice hadn't messed with his heart.

"Probably. But I have no idea when. I go where the circus goes. You will forget me by then anyway," he had said as cold and firm as he could and you hadn't asked why. You hadn't asked why people forgot, why rarely anybody had visited twice, why he was acting like it was a final goodbye. You had just leaned against the entrance, under the fairy lights, your hair still half-wet from the rain, your smile suddenly saddened.

"Can you promise me something?" You had looked at him with those pretty eyes, your voice like melting honey to his ears and it had taken everything in him not to make stupid promises. He hadn't said anything but you continued anyway. "If we meet again, remind me?"

It was a sweet memory, locked in a small jar next to Hyunjae's heart but he felt the glass cracking as his fingers around his pocket watch trembled.

"Are you okay?" The gentle voice and the warmth of a hand on his shoulder helped him snap out of it. He cleared his throat and pulled farther away from you who had circled the desk and stood right there, beside him with worry clear in your eyes.

"Yes, sorry. If you're ready, we can start. I will help you forget and stop these dreams," he told you because he hadn't promised you anything back then. It wouldn't have done anything good if he reminded you of him and your shared past. You would leave and forget either way.

You nodded but hesitated for a moment before walking back to the chair. Hyunjae felt like he could breathe again when he lit the candle in the middle of the table. He felt in control during hypnosis after all.

"Close your eyes," he instructed you in a mellow voice, never taking his eyes off your face, the way your eyelashes trembled as you complied. "Now imagine the place you told me about. Do you see the sea? The stars? The stairs?"

With each question, Hyunjae took a step closer to you, the ticks of his pocket watch louder by the moment.

"Okay, now turn your back to the sea," the boy continued after you confirmed that you were where you were supposed to be. "Good. Now turn around slowly. Once. Twice. Three times. With each turn you feel your surroundings disappear into nothing. First the palace and the stairs. Then the sea and the beach. Lastly, the stars."

"One. Two. Three," you mumbled quietly under your nose with your eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

Hyunjae leaned down with one of his hands holding onto the backrest of the chair before he snapped his fingers right beside your ears to wake you up from the hypnosis. Your eyes widened suddenly with clarity and your gazes locked. Hyunjae's breath caught in his throat. Gosh, you were magnetic, how could he have forgotten?

He couldn't make himself move, not even when you leaned forward, lifted your hand and touched his cheek, caressing almost lovingly. Your eyes were dark and dreamy, cloudy with the after-effect of the hypnosis and your lips were bitten red like cherries and your voice was like an enchantment itself.

"Hyunjae."

His name fell from your lips like a plea or a summon and it was his turn to widen his eyes in surprise. Before he could have said anything though, you fainted right into his arms.

The wind chime outside of the ragged tent played a slow symphony to the rhythm of the morning breeze.

Hyunjae was humming an old folk song about the celestial palace and a runaway immortal as he peeked outside. There was nobody there, just the clear sea and white sand with shells you collected from the day before.

The circus had left long ago.

[corpsekiller]

✝ 𝖧𝖤𝖠𝖵𝖤𝖭 𝖨𝖭 𝖸𝖮𝖴𝖱 𝖤𝖸𝖤𝖲 — 𝖳.𝖲𝖧𝖤𝖫𝖡𝖸

𝖯𝖠𝖨𝖱𝖨𝖭𝖦. thomas shelby x fem!reader

𝖶𝖠𝖱𝖭𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖲. tooth rotting fluff

MASTERLIST

Mornings like this are a rare gift you learned to treasure for the rest of your life. It’s the moment of silence you experience in the middle of chaos, gang wars and cruel death as you watch Tommy sleep soundly next to you, naked legs tangled in his sheets and strong arms lazily draped over your stomach to hold you close, even in his dreams. It’s the security of your presence that lets him rest so easily and keeps the vivid memories of dead soldiers and suffocating tunnels at bay. 

Was he always this beautiful? 

Full lips curved into a slight pout, raven curls tousled and sharp features illuminated by the soft glow of the rising sun that paints the sky behind your windows in a hue of pink and purple. It’s going to be a good day, you think while you caress his delicate collarbones and nuzzle further into his warmth. The faint smell of cigarette smoke and his cologne lingers on his exposed skin and you can’t help but brush your nose over the juncture of his neck to inhale the familiar scent of him.  

“You are the light of my life, Thomas Shelby,” you murmur after a while of listening to his quiet snores, resting your hand on his chest to feel the steady beating of his heart. A calming rhythm, strong and persistent against the palm of your hand. God, how you wish he would never leave this bed and stay by your side for just a moment longer, buried here in the comforting safety of your home where nothing can hurt him. Tommy deserves that. 

“I know.” Dark lashes flutter against his cheeks and then you’re suddenly greeted with a sea of endless blue, unwavering and hypnotizing you until you feel your face blush under the intensity of his stare, forcing you to look away with a timid giggle. A lazy smirk pulls at the corners of his mouth and his arms tighten around your body to pull you flush against his chest before he leans forward to kiss your flushed cheeks. "Why are you already awake, love?"

Your response is only a soft hum, too lost in your own thoughts and the utter bliss you sense in his arms to give him a proper reply. The unfaltering movements of his calloused fingers drawing small patterns on the small of your back lure you into a dream-like state and you try to cherish his touch, but the sadness that settles in your limbs seconds later makes your stomach churn and your muscles tense with new-found agony at the thought of having to watch him leave when he decides that it’s time to work for the company and his family.

 Because mornings like this are rare and never last long. 

“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours, hmm?” Tommy tips his head to the side and carefully brushes a loose strand of hair behind your ear. The delicate gesture  lets you shudder in his grasp, only for a second, before you melt against his lean body. The burning question you want to ask so desperately lies on the tip of your tongue, itching to tumble from your frowning lips, but something seems to hold you back. Irresolution? Fear of rejection? No, it’s simply the hopeless certainty of his answer, because you asked this question a thousand times before and every time he turned you down.

But maybe, this time...

“Can’t you stay here with me? I’m sure your brothers can take over the business for today.” You wiggle out of his embrace and cautiously swing your leg over his hips, hoisting yourself up and straddling his thighs with drowsy effort. “Pretty please?” Fiddling with the hem of the white sheets, still entangled with his legs, you peer down at him, only to find him already staring at you with a stoic expression and an arched brow. Oh, how foolish of you to ask him that question when you both already know what reply he’s surely going to give you. 

Just as you open your mouth to give your husband a measly apology, he sighs and nods.

“Alright, I’ll take the day off,” Tommy mutters with an almost undetectable smile while he reaches for his cigarettes, one of his hands resting on your waist to keep you steady in his lap as he shifts under your weight. The wide-eyed and utterly perplexed look you give him earns you a low chuckle before he runs the end of his cancer stick over his lips and bites it in place with his teeth. “But only because you asked so nicely.”

[inkykeiji]

at least i have the memory

character: takami keigo | hawks

genre: smut with the teeniest, tiniest hint of angst

notes: for @babyybitchhh​ & inspired by a dm they sent me at exactly 3:58 am <333. uhhhh is this set in the i can take you there universe??? quite possibly. do u need to read that monster before reading this??? absolutely not!!! this also isn’t the scumbag!keigo i’ve been working on ehehe i just kindaaaa banged this out last night in a bit of a frenzy, so!! why is it always keigo + touya at a house party lately????? | title credit: thinking bout you by ariana grande lmaoooo

warnings: 18+, noncon, drugging, implied stepcest

words: 3.3k

synopsis:

“Here, let me,” he’s saying as he takes you from Touya, wrapping a firm arm around your waist and supporting most of your weight as you lean against him heavily. “Go,” he nods in the general direction of the voice still hollering for your niichan. “Duty calls,” he pauses, and the two men share a look before Keigo laughs easily. “Don’t worry, I’ll put her to bed,”

You’re snuggled up on Touya’s lap when things begin to feel off. He’s throwing another one of those stupid parties, with too many people you don’t know crowding the main floor of your house, one of those dumb parties that you’re never allowed to invite any of your friends to, where you’re forced to share your niichan for the night with all of these dumb people.

“Dumb,” you whisper, mumbling the word against your step-brother’s neck.

He hums a little, breath hot on your cheek. “What was that, princess?”

Your head rolls from one side of your neck, and then the other, then back again, a weak imitation of shaking your head. A soft, nondescript noise sounds from the back of his throat and you try to raise your head, to look him in the eye, struggling with the simple motion.

Because no matter how hard you try, you just can’t seem to keep your head up anymore, whining a little as it falls forward again, forehead resting against Touya’s shoulder. It’s just so heavy; your neck can barely bear the weight any longer, and with a tremendous amount of effort you’re able to loll it back—too far back—or to the side, yet ultimately incapable of holding it up, of holding it straight and steady.

“Oh, I think the princess is sleepy,” Keigo’s singsong voice floats through the air, tickling your ear and making you wriggle. Touya chuckles, sitting up a little straighter as large hands readjust you in his lap.

“Is it bedtime, baby?”

“No,” you mumble, though you’re fairly sure the word just comes out as a petulant sound.

“I think it is,” Touya continues, ignoring your little noises and standing, letting you drop down his body and placing you on the floor gently. You sway a little, vision fading in and out of focus, and try to shake your head again, the motion sluggish and delayed.

Someone calls Touya’s name and he swears softly under his breath, looking towards the voice and then back at you. Trying to blink up at him, your eyelids simply fall shut, your brow furrowing cutely as you work hard to force them back open.

Something isn’t right.

“Goddamn it,” Touya sighs, oblivious to your struggle and raking a hand through his hair. “Princess, hey, look at me,”

I’m trying to, you want to snap at him, frustration bubbling up in your chest as you finally pry your eyes open again, wincing against the bright light of the living room.

Touya starts saying something, but you can’t focus on it, can barely understand him, his voice sounding muffled and distant as you concentrate on purely keeping your eyes open.

No, something definitely isn’t right, but your hazy brain can’t seem to figure out what it is, barely able to form a fucking sentence now, any word you try to speak coming out garbled and near unintelligible.

Keigo’s reaching for you, and you make grabby hands at him, suddenly craving his heat, an abrupt, insatiable need to be close to him blazing through your veins.

“Here, let me,” he’s saying as he takes you from Touya, wrapping a firm arm around your waist and supporting most of your weight as you lean against him heavily. “Go,” he nods in the general direction of the voice still hollering for your niichan. “Duty calls,” he pauses, and the two men share a look before Keigo laughs easily. “Don’t worry, I’ll put her to bed,”

Cobalt eyes dart between the two of you, sharp and analytical. You’re nuzzling your face into Keigo’s chest—God, he smells so good—and he’s chuckling a little, thumb rubbing little circles into your hip. Touya makes a soft noise; a coo, you think, though you can’t be bothered to look, too enticed with Keigo to expend the immense amount of energy it takes for you to move any part of your body.

“You sure?”

“Yeah man, it’s no big deal. I’ll tuck her in and stay with her until she passes out—I know the way she gets,”

And as if on fucking cue, you whimper, little fingers tangling in his t-shirt as you pull, trying to get closer. Christ, Keigo could kiss you right here and now for unwittingly playing your part so goddamn well, for fortifying—validating—his plan that much more.

“Poor thing,” he looks down at you, trying to force the shit-eating grin off his face. “She’s exhausted, can barely even stand—Really, I should get her to bed,”

Touya’s teeth nibble at the inner skin of his lip, cerulean eyes studying your face carefully, half hidden in Keigo’s chest, before he finally sighs, shoulders deflating a little.

“Yeah, alright. Thanks, Kei,”

“Don’t mention it,” he responds lightly, waving a hand dismissively. He glances back down at you, golden eyes glittering, the slightest hint of a smirk tugging at his lips. “Alright kitty kat, let’s get you to sleep,”

M’not tired, you try to tell him as he scoops you up into his arms, but your tongue feels like a slug in your mouth, heavy and wet and slimy and not doing what you want. Keigo chuckles a little at you, tells you you’re cute, especially when you’re like this, and you want to question him, try to question him, but you tongue barely even moves, only wiggling a little in response.

Something soft, something almost cloudlike is placed under you—no, that’s not right, you’re being placed on something feathery, something fluffy, little hands smoothing down the material as your head falls to the side, rubbing your cheek against it.

“You always get a little catlike when you’re like this, didya know that?”

Keigo’s standing over you now, face partially shrouded as he stares down at you, eyes a pair of shimmering topaz in the darkness. Your forehead crinkles a little, lids falling a bit in a poor attempt to narrow your eyes.

Like what?

The question is fleeting, merely floating through your mind for a moment before you’re captivated by the calloused hands sliding up your bare thighs, legs falling open automatically as you whine a little at the sensation.

More.

The word drifts through your mind slowly, languidly, and you swear you can see it in the air, swirling around Keigo’s head, wavering and wiggling a little. A soft giggle slips from your lips, eyes squinting as you watch the fading word, head foggy and feeling like it’s been stuffed with static. But you’re unable to grasp it; it slips away too easily, just passing by, really, just out of your reach—

“What’s so funny, pretty girl?” Keigo’s asking, a smile on his lips, revealing white teeth that gleam in the pale moonlight spilling through your window, sending shivers skittering across your skin.

It doesn’t sound like he expects an answer, not that you’re in any state of mind to give one either way. His hands have pushed your dress up around your waist now, revealing your panties to him as he kneads your hips mindlessly, fingertips running across your tummy, exploring the supple flesh.

“Just gonna make you a little more comfy, kay? Take this pesky dress off,”

He doesn’t wait for any sort of response as gentle hands curl around the hem, tugging the dress further up your body, a tender palm helping you lift your head a little as he removes the garment completely.

It’s cold, and you whine a little about it as you shiver, wanting to wrap your arms around your torso, but they’re too heavy for you to lift by yourself, whimpering up at Keigo who glares down at you with a sharp smile, mockingly cooing at you.

Honey eyes scan your body once, completely, from head to toe, and he sucks in a sharp gasp through his teeth as his eyes roam.

It’s risky—he knows he should probably fuck you with your dress on, or at least one of those cute, expensive nightgowns Touya always spoils you with, or something—but the adrenaline buzzing through his veins only heightens his senses, makes him feel giddy with the thought of Touya catching him defiling his precious baby sister.

The bed dips as he perches on the edge, palms running over your smooth skin, chills forming in their wake. He snorts to himself, skilled fingers tweaking a peaked nipple, the action causing your nearly shut eyes to open again.

“K-Kei?”

“Yeah, it’s me, baby,” he murmurs.

“You stay?”

“Just for a little,” he promises, eyes glinting in the low light of your bedroom. His gaze glides down your bare chest and to the waistband of your panties; cotton, pink—not that he expected any less—trimmed with lace and adorned with a pattern of blooming roses.

“Aw, these are so cute,” he breathes, a smirk spreading across his lips, his thumb caressing your clit through the thin material.

A little whine escapes your lips, body instinctually arching off the bed, hips involuntarily pushing towards his hand, desperately seeking more.

“Wh-What—You…” you trail off, blinking your heavy eyelids, trying in vain to force them to stay open.

“Just wanna make you feel good, sweetheart,”

And his voice is so low, so soft, makes you want to do anything for him, makes you sure you would do anything for him, anything to get him to continue talking to you in that hypnotic, melodic voice. Eyes finally slipping shut, you give in, and his fingers circling around your swollen clit and playing along your clothed slit feel so good, sending tingling warmth shooting through your veins, a smoldering desire for more encompassing your body.

But then sapphire sears through your mind—burning, blazing, glowing sapphire—and your heavy lids lift again, just enough to make out Keigo’s silhouette.

“Niichan?”

“Shh,” he hushes you as his fingers push the fabric aside, the pads of his fingers swiping along your slit and collecting your wetness, pussy fluttering around nothing eagerly. “Don’t worry about niichan, he’s busy. You want me to make you feel good, don’t you?”

Your head is nodding—slow, jerky movements up and down, up and down—even though you never told it to do that, and you stare up at him with glazed eyes, pupils blown to hell, breathing escaping your parted lips in shallow little puffs.

God, what he’d fucking give for a photo of you like this, quietly berating himself for leaving his phone on the couch downstairs. He’s barely touched you yet and you already look so fucked out, gazing up at him with bliss, adoration, like he hung the moon and painted the stars himself.

Something prods at your hole—a finger, you think, maybe two—and pushes in slowly, Keigo’s dark eyes glued to his actions, huffing out a curse when he reaches the second knuckle.

“Christ, baby, you’re already so fuckin’ wet,” his eyes flick over to your face, taunting smile gracing his lips again. “Were you thinking about this, hmm?” the fingers curl almost vengefully, and you mewl, hips rolling up. “Are you really such a good little slut, like Touya always says you are?”

Humming an affirmative, you whimper out his name, burying your face in the mattress as you pathetically try to fuck yourself on his fingers, grinding against his palm in an almost frantic manner.

He wishes he could take his time with you, wishes he could tease your cute little hole until you’re positively sobbing, cheeks shining with tears and sweat, begging him to just let you cum—you’d look so pretty, he just knows it.

But he doesn’t have the time to daydream—he’s already wasted a bunch of time just staring at you, entranced by the way your lips have been bitten swollen, little tongue peeking out as his fingers curve inside of you, pulling the most adorable moans from deep within your throat, strings of drool dribbling from your mouth, pooling in a small puddle and soaking your bedsheets.

“God, you’re gorgeous,” he breathes, compliment slipping from his lips seemingly without his knowledge, most of his focus captivated by the way he’s rapidly pumping his fingers in and out of your dripping pussy, his digits gleaming with your slick.

His voice is off, you think. It doesn’t usually sound that soft, that hoarse, does it? Fingers curling scatter your thoughts and your back arches, little pleads falling from your lips. You’re not exactly sure what you’re saying, babbling out a steady stream of words that just sound like smothered nonsense to your ears, but Keigo seems to understand, laughing and nodding.

“You don’t wanna cum on my fingers, songbird?”

No, God no, s’not enough, want more, need more, please, please, more, more, more.

“Greedy little thing, aren’t you,” he huffs, but he’s got that smile on, the genuine, easygoing smile, lazy and effortless and so perfect slapped across his face, the one that makes his eyes crinkle at the edges, just a little, revealing glossy, sharp white teeth—a more sincere version of the smile you know has broken so many hearts in the past.

Hips are between your thighs now, and you can feel the head of his cock nudging against your hole as large hands force your legs to bend, folding them up on either side of your torso and instructing you to be a good girl, hold yourself open for him.

He didn’t prep you enough—doesn’t technically have the time to, not the way he’d like to, at least, though he’s not sure your greed would’ve let him either way—so it burns a little as your cunt struggles to accommodate his girth, tiny whines escaping your lips.

You’re doing so good, baby, take my cock so well—

The words swirl around in your head, dense and echoing through the space around you, a little pout forming on your lips as you try to place the voice—voices—saying them.

It’s praise you’ve heard before, so many times before, in situations exactly like this one, and your foggy mind has a difficult time telling whether it’s niichan saying them or Keigo. It sounds like both, but…

No, niichan isn’t here. He’s busy, like Kei said.

But the praise, the voices, murmured in the same soft, adoring lilt, makes your stomach churn painfully, something akin to guilt, dark and sour and heavy, taking root deep in the pit of your belly and spreading quickly, beginning to infect the surrounding organs.

The bottoming out of his cock shatters your focus, snuffs out that guilt in an instant, burning it to ash in the fire it ignites, now blazing in your tummy and spreading, higher and higher and higher with each snap of his hips until it rushes through your veins, alighting your entire body as you writhe beneath him, his thrusts working up a steady rhythm.

“One day, I’ll get to fuck you properly,” he grunts, ramming into you hard and fast. “One day, I’ll spend hours eating that sweet lil cunt of yours, one—fuck—one day, I’ll fuck you until you can’t walk,” he’s panting now, getting chatty the way he usually does when he’s close, a truth you’re sure of, even though you’re unable to discern how. “You want that, baby? Huh?”

And the whine you emit, high and needy and broken up by his harsh thrusts, is much too loud; he’s positive anyone standing down the hall—maybe even anyone on the top floor of the house in general—would be able to hear you, a fact that only works to inspire him to fuck more of them out of you as his hips gain speed.

It’s stupid—he knows it’s stupid, it’s reckless, it’s dangerous for the both of you—but he can’t stop, lost all control of his body, his actions, his entire fucking mind, as he pounds you hard enough to shove your whole body up the mattress, basking in the beautiful cries he rips from your throat, mingled with your pitiful attempts at pronouncing his name, coming out in airy little K-Kei’s.  

Your orgasm hits you out of nowhere, tearing through your convulsing body and splitting it in two as your nails dig into the flesh of your shins, fluttering little hole forcing a hiss through his clenched teeth.

He’s praising you, you think, though you can barely hear it over the blood rushing in your ears, your mind gone absolutely numb—everything’s numb, body heavy and boneless as sore fingers unclench from your legs, head hazy and vision fuzzy around the edges.

Your throat feels raw and dry, and you wish you could do something to silence the rough whimpers he’s quite literally fucking out of you, powerless to stop them from leaking out of your lips as your vision whites from excessive pleasure; so much, too much, it hurts, Kei!

But he isn’t paying attention as he grunts in time with his borderline vicious thrusts, breathing rough and erratic as his hands fist in your soft bedsheets—never gripping your hips, always careful not to leave any marks, any evidence of his presence—emitting a low, throaty moan that breaks off into a whine as his hips stutter and then still, cockhead pressed snugly against your cervix as his cock pulses, spurting ropes of thick, hot cum and stuffing you full.

He’s panting as he leans down to crush his lips against yours in a bruising kiss, breath hot against your face. You use all of your strength to meet him, mouths slotting together messily, coating your lips in sticky saliva.

He tastes like sunshine—pure sunshine, you’re absolutely sure of it—syrupy sweet like toffee and fiery like spicy cinnamon.

“Oh yeah?” he breathes out a small chuckle, shaking his head a little as he sits back on his heels, gentle fingers hooking in the waistband of your panties and pulling them down your limp legs. “And what, exactly, does sunshine taste like, songbird?”

“You,”

“God,” he snorts, rolling his eyes while he uses your panties to tenderly wipe away his cum oozing out of you. “Even high and fucked outta your mind, you still manage to be so goddamn cute—it’s a gift, sweetheart, a talent, it truly is,”

Soft giggles bubble past your lips, a few mumbled words sandwiched between them as he finishes buttoning up his jeans, stuffing your soiled panties in his back pocket. Keigo’s fairly sure you’re talking about how tired you are—you always get giggly like this after he fucks the life out of you—so he hushes you gently, nimble fingers carding through sweaty hair as he pushes it back from your face.

“Rest now, angel,”

“Want you to stay,” you pout, and he frowns for the first time tonight, molars grinding together as he exhales a deep, controlled breath through flared nostrils.

He fucking hates it when you do this, when you ask—sometimes beg—him to stay the night, and he swallows thickly, shaking his head and ignoring the pang that sears through his chest, a feeling he’s come to know intimately.

“You know I can’t,”

“Don’t care, wan’you to,”

“I can’t,” he snaps, and his harsh voice feels like a slap to the face, stinging your flushed cheek. Your nose twitches, bottom lip jutting out as your chin begins to tremble, and he sighs, pushing both hands through his hair. “I can’t,” he repeats, much softer this time, fingertips tracing the lines of your face in a tender caress. “I…Want to. You know I do,”

The confession spills from his lips in hushed whispers, entirely without his consent, and he’s not even sure you heard it.

“Soon? Soon, then?”

And you sound so small, so fragile, it nearly breaks his fucking heart. He doesn’t have it in him to tell you no, not when you’re gazing up at him like that, hope and desperation overflowing in your shining eyes.

You won’t remember a thing come morning, anyway.

“Yeah, songbird, soon,”

“Promise?”

Choking back the acidic bile rising in his throat and eroding the back of his tongue, he nods.

“Promise.”

[buckyownsmylife]

Catch me - Tom Hardy smut

The one where you’re Tom’s neighbor and he comes to your place after he’s locked out of his house on a rainy night. Requested by anon. + Dry Humping also requested by different anon ask

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, cursing

A/N: okay, so here it is! My Tom Hardy requested smut! I’d also like to announce that I’ll be attempting to partake in this years’ Kinktober, and this is my first fic, fulfilling the prompts dry humping + face sitting. I’ll post the list of prompts I created for myself, along with the characters they are paired up with, a bit later. I also say “attempting” because I actually had a pretty bad accident last night and I’m still unable to do regular things like sitting or walking, so it’s been a struggle to get this done. If in anyday I am unable to write, I won’t force myself to do it. But that’s all, please enjoy this fic and let me know what you think of it! My requests are now empty, so feel free to send me any ideas you might have - I can either integrate them in one of my fics for the kinktober challenge or work on them in November.

Tom’s P.O.V.

I had watched with only partly concealed interest as the new neighbor slowly grew more comfortable at her place right next door to me. At first, it truly was just a slight curiosity founded in my observation of just how beautiful she was. But then, one day, right after she moved in, she caught me staring, and opened up the most beautiful smile I’d ever seen. Just like that, I was stuck with a teenage-boy crush that left me blushing and stuttering every single time she so much as looked my way. 

If there was one thing people knew about me, was that I was not the blushing, stuttering type.

But things only got worse as time went on. She turned out to be just the perfect neighbor, usually coming around to offer me cookies or other baked goods precisely when I needed it the most.

“How do you always know when I’m feeling down or hungry, sweetheart?” I even ended up asking as I accepted yet another tray of brownies from her tiny hands. Her sweet little giggle went straight to my pants, instantly hardening my severely ignored member.

“It’s not that hard to figure out, Tom. Anytime you get back home this late, I can pretty much assume you barely had anything to eat all day, and it’s very clear you won’t have the energy to whip up anything right now.” My eyebrows raised up at her comment, but before I could satiate my curiosity, she quickly added, “And before you ask, no, I don’t spend my life looking out of the eyehole, you just have pretty loud steps when you’re tired, I can easily hear from my living room when you walk the hallway during the evening.”

Chuckling, I nodded, granting her that. I knew that she meant no harm, but I couldn’t help but to feel embarrassed. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I’ll try to be more mindful next time.” Her eyes widened at my apology, and she immediately waved my words away, clearly mortified by the fact that I had interpreted it as a complaint.

“Gosh, Tom, no, that’s not what I… Please, don’t worry about it. I’m just a terrible insomniac, and I have good ears. It’s not like you’re waking me up every time you come home or anything. That would be a bummer, but also highly improbable, since I’m a very heavy sleeper…” I had come to understand that she was very capable of maintaining a conversation completely by herself, but everytime she took notice of it, she scrambled to get out of my sight. I figured someone in her life must have told her she talked too much, but personally, I’d do anything to witness her little monologues at least a bit more. She just seemed so interesting, and selfless despite the constant stream of consciousness that poured out of her lips whenever she was nervous.

I liked knowing I made her nervous. It made me feel less terrible about wanting to know more about her. Did that make me a creep? Hell, probably. But I couldn’t pretend like I gave a damn. I felt this inexplicable attraction to her, her personality and body, and that was it. I wanted to uncover what it was about her that had me so engrossed.

And one night, the opportunity presented itself to me. I had gone out of my car in a hurry because of the rain that had decided to pour all over the city and didn’t look like it was stopping any time soon, so I only noticed that I had locked my keys on the trunk of the car when I was already in front of my own apartment’s door, dripping all over the hallway. 

Fuck, that was just so typical of me. Why did I even bother to get my backpack out of the car, when I was already arriving home close to midnight and would be back at work early in the morning? It wasn’t like I would have the time to use my computer or anything. 

Sighing, I ran a wet hand over my face in an effort to figure out my next move. Obviously I would need to get someone to open my car for me, but in the middle of the night, it’d be hard to know who would come. It would definitely be easier to find someone in the morning, and I could very well get an Uber to some cheap motel and spend the night there. 

I was about to do just that when suddenly the door behind me opened, and a delicious smell of lasagna filled my nostrils, making me aware of just how hungry I was. “Tom?” Her sweet, sweet voice instantly calmed my tense muscles, making me open a smile at the sight of her despite the series of events I had just lived through. “Is something wrong?” 

A low chuckle escaped my lips at the awareness of just how pathetic my situation was, but there was no real humour in my tone. I looked down at my wet shoes before gathering the courage to look her in the eye again, giving her a small smile. “I locked myself out,” was all I said, and before I could even further explain my situation, her eyes had widened and she was reaching out to me, holding me by my wrist and pulling me inside of her place. 

“You poor thing. And right on the worst night for it to happen? Here, sit down while I go look for something you can change into. Wouldn’t want you catching a cold, would we?” I briefly considered offering some kind of protest, explaining how I intended to go spend the night in a motel, but the truth was, I didn’t want to. It was late, I was tired and I was really fucking cold and just by being in the close proximity of this beautiful creature, I already felt a little bit better, so I’d just shut up and wait to see how this would play out for me. 

She came back with some sweatpants and a large cotton shirt, a bashful look on her face. “I bought these sweatpants from the male’s department because they’re usually comfier than the ones I find in the female department, they should fit you well.” I accepted the small bundle of fabric she offered, one eyebrow raised as I stared down at her in curiosity.

“What about the shirt?” I asked, and she blushed five different shades of pinks and reds, making her just that much cuter. It made me want to eat her whole, and the fact that she stood a few good feet under me didn’t help that at all. I knew I could break her so easily.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

I felt like I could slap myself over how silly I was behaving over something so ordinary. Why would Tom care about me having an ex? It was only natural, it’s not like I was a blushing virgin nun who never did anything slightly out of the ordinary. Sex was ordinary. I’ve done it before. I’m sure Tom wouldn’t assume I hadn’t.

Oh, what am I saying? There’s no way he has even considered this subject when it comes to me. Why on Earth would he be thinking about my sexual past? What is going on with me? I feel like I’m going insane. 

I could feel just how warm my face had gotten, but I still had some amount of pride in me to salvage the situation, so I managed to roll my eyes as I pushed Tom further inside my house, in the direction of my bathroom.

“You’re a smart man, you can figure out where the shirt came from.” His chuckle shouldn’t be so sexy, but what about this man wasn’t?

“That’s not the answer I hoped for.” And with that mysterious sentence, he locked himself in my bathroom and left me alone with my thoughts. Granted, most of them revolved around him, so I couldn’t really say I was that alone, but the lack of someone to talk to only meant that my mind was swirling and a lot of different things I shouldn’t be thinking about managed to dominate my head. 

Just what did he mean by what he said? Could it be that he… No, of course not. There was no reason for him to be jealous of me. It’s not like he could possibly want me. Right?

I spent the entire time he was taking a shower stuck in the same pattern of thoughts, so much so that I didn’t even notice he had come back to the kitchen and was watching me from the doorway until he cleared his throat, making me jump out of my skin while carrying a plate full of very hot lasagna.

“Oh,” was all I said as I felt some of the sauce spill on my hand and my chest, some even managing to get on my face. But Tom’s rough ‘Shit’ brought a giggle to my lips, despite the discomfort of the slight burning sensation on my skin. 

“‘M sorry, sweetheart. I thought you’d noticed me standing here.” While he assured me of his lack of intention to hurt me - as if I didn’t already know- he had grabbed the plate I was still holding onto and placed it on the counter, quickly procuring an already dirty rag and eagerly starting to clean me up, first my hand, and then…

Before he pressed the fabric to my chest, he looked up at me, his beautiful eyes catching mine and making me suck in a breath. “T-that’s alright,” I managed to get out, trying to look away from his hypnotizing gaze. “It doesn’t really hurt that bad. I think with a bit of cold water it might calm down.”

He nodded, agreeing with my words, but his gaze still searched mine for something I didn’t understand. “I sure hope so,” was all he said initially, his eyes finally dropping from mine to focus on the task at hand. “But I must say, I’m very disappointed.”

The comment puzzled me, rendering me useless for the time being. I could only tilt my head as I looked down at him, still crouching in front of me to clean my chest before he finally stood up on his full height and grabbed my face, gently engulfing it in one of those huge palms of his.

“I was really hoping that you were single, but I guess that would be expecting too much from the universe, considering how beautiful you are.” My eyes grew twice their normal size as I immediately tried to push him away and hide my face from his view, suddenly incredibly shy. But of course, he didn’t let me, instead pressing me against the counter and his very hard body, while he very carefully wiped away the few drops of sauce on my cheek.

For a few seconds, I let him work in silence, still trying to gather my nerves so I could say something. I should say something, shouldn’t I? I mean, here lies an opportunity that I never thought I’d experience, and here I was, being all silly about it. Finally, when he had at last finished slowly rubbing the rag against my skin, and seemed to be about to separate himself from me, I sprung into action, pulling him to me again by his forearms. 

“I-I am,” that’s all I managed to say, immediately cringing at my own lack of social skills. “Single, I mean.” Very smooth. Well done, Y/N. But despite my stupidity, it seemed that I was able to achieve my intention, since my sentence made Tom finally get rid of the rag and hold my face between both of his hands now, his thumbs softly running over my cheekbones.

“Oh, is that so?” He breathed out against my skin, our lips inches away from one another, and I shivered against my best wishes. That reaction caused a predatory smirk to appear on his face, and I knew then and there that I was in way over my head. “Good to know,” he whispered, and then his lips were on mine, forcing me to accept his tongue, eating me whole. 

He tasted like peppermint and coffee and I was already addicted to his taste, hoping to God I tasted as great to him as he did to me. At least, he didn’t complain. In fact, by the way he sucked on my tongue, forcing his deep inside my mouth, I’d go as far as to say that he did like what he tasted. 

Before long, he had pulled me up on the counter, his hands holding me by my waist as his lips ventured from my mouth to my jaw, until they found a spot on my neck that made me gasp and hold his shirt tightly, and then he was sucking, rolling his tongue on the spot where I could already feel a bruise forming, before his teeth carved their own impressions on my skin, imprinting himself on me.

My head swirled with the force of the emotions bursting through me. My legs wrapped themselves around his strong body, and I was happy that my hands knew what to do when my mind hadn’t still managed to catch up to this turn of events. When his tongue came out to lick right over my collarbones, the response gasp he elicited from me came out sounding much more like a sob than anything else.

“You’re so sensitive, princess,” He teased me, still otherwise occupied with marking my skin as his. “I’ve barely even started and here you are…” His hands ran through the expanse of my body, like he was showing his proof to an audience. “... a mess already.”

He wasn’t wrong. I was somehow dripping already. I could feel it, dripping from inside of me, slowly ruining the panties I was wearing. They were so not appropriate for the activities I was currently partaking in, but how the hell would I have known this was going to happen?

All I knew was that Tom had lit the fire inside of me, and now the flames were threatening to swallow us both.

Tom’s P.O.V.

She was just too cute, so out of breath and trembling with desire with the little I’d done to tease her. It just made me want to ruin her even more. My little neighbor, so perfect and sweet, so needy for me.

She didn’t even realize she had started to grind herself against me, in search of some sort of release. Well, I wasn’t about to cut her off. Unstead, I took advantage of my grip on her, pulling her body until I was the one keeping her up, trapped between my body and the counter.

“Rub your tiny wet cut against my jeans, love,” I ordered in a demanding whisper right on her ear, making her shiver. She obeyed without any sort of hesitation, looking up at me underneath her eyelashes with her eyes glazed over with lust. “That’s it…” Fuck if the pressure wasn’t exactly what I needed to help ease up some of the tension from the need I was feeling in my veins. “Rub yourself against my hard cock, don’t be shy.”

My words seemed to be gasoline for her, giving her the push she needed to grind herself even harder against my bulge. I decided to help her, pushing her more firmly against the counter and following the movements, rejoicing in the pleasure gasp that escaped her lips as the added pressure provided more friction to her clit.

“Fuck…” She whispered, and I think that in the entirety of the four months of conversations I’d entertained with her, that was the first time I’d heard her cuss. The four letter word I was so familiarized with had a new, unexpected effect on me, making the situation inside my pants so difficult I had to stop my movements and slow hers down by her hips, so I wouldn’t just jizz on my pants like a fucking teenager. 

But Y/N didn’t stop, despite accepting my silent request to decrease the fervor of our activities. When I finally managed to get control over myself again, I realized why. She had gripped the counter behind her and was using it to better control her movements, and it was clear by the way her head hung back and her mouth fell open that she was about to cum just like that.

“Shit,” I cussed just as the realization hit, and it felt like all of the control I’d managed to build in the last few seconds I closed my eyes had suddenly escaped through the window. My cock was painfully hard again, and all I could think of was that I needed to get out of these fucking jeans.

Who could blame me, though? When she looked like that, creaming her panties with her clothes still on? Shit, I couldn’t wait to get her naked and underneath me. I needed to feel her from the inside, explore her wetness with my hard cock.

But first, I was desperate to get a taste of her. So as soon as her breathing came back to a somewhat regular pattern, I was careful to put her on the ground again, making sure she was able to stand on her own legs, before dropping to my knees in front of her.

“What are you… Oh.” I couldn’t help but to chuckle at the innocence of her mind that stopped her from immediately understanding what I intended to do, but then I was pushing her skirt up and away from my view and her panties were in front of me and they were drenched, absolutely ruined by the sticky liquid that made my mouth water. 

“Fuck, princess…” I moaned as I carefully peeled the cotton fabric down her legs, keeping it pooled around her ankles as I pushed her legs open as far as they could go. She was dripping, a single line of her wetness connecting both of her thighs, making me groan at the sight. “You might just kill me…” I commented before reaching up to pull her to me, effectively burying my face on her.

“T-Tom!” The sound of my name escaping her lips with that reverent tone left me even hungrier for her, as did her exquisite taste. It painted my tongue with its sweetness, embedding itself in my cells, making sure I’d never be able to forget it. I already knew I’d be hungry for her again the second I pulled away from her cunt.

Nonetheless, I forced myself to stop for a moment to gather my senses, as her taste made it harder and harder to control my need to relieve my aching member. I needed to be inside of her, and quickly. 

Abruptly rising up to my full height, I picked her up by the back of her thighs so she’d wrap her legs around me and took us to where I’d assumed her bedroom would be, considering I was familiarized with the general layout of the apartments. The second I laid her on the bed, my hands were struggling with my own belt, as I watched her pull her dress over her head, now completely bare before me.

“You’re so fucking hot.” When my pants dropped to the floor and my cock slapped my lower stomach, I pounced on her immediately, crawling on the space between her legs and pulled her by the back of her neck to connect our lips once more. “Do you want to be railed tonight, pretty neighbor?”

She fucking whimpered in response, repetitions of “yes” and “please” escaping her lips as she tried to pull me closer to her by the legs she embraced me with. Not having it in me to stop this moment any longer, I gripped my member with one of my hands while I held her hips down with the other, briefly rubbing the blunt head of my cock over her sensitive clit before pushing myself completely inside of her.

“Oh, fuck,” I groaned, blindsided by the tightness, wetness and warmness that now surrounded me. “I knew your cunt would be fucking delicious.” I watched her as I pulled out until just my tip was inside of her, only to push it back in as forcefully as I could.

Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, her hands flew up to hold my shoulders, almost as if she wanted to push me away or tell me to take it easy, but as her legs continued to pull me even deeper inside, I knew what she really needed was to be properly fucked.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

Tom was not exaggerating; he really did pound me against my mattress, immediately setting up the most brutal of paces. It hurt, especially with how much he was stretching me, but it felt too fucking good to complain about it.

The only thing I could do was to relax and accept this invasion, this possession of my body by my next-door neighbor. I knew I must have been quite a vision, my arms thrown up in search of something to hold on to, spit escaping the corner of my lips by the intensity of the thrusts, my breasts shaking as he pulled me back to meet his thrusts by my hips. I hoped I’d have some bruises on the shape of his fingertips to remember this night.

Not like I would ever be able to forget, anyway. Only a lunatic would expel the visions of Tom looking like this while fucking them, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration, the sweat gathering over his eyebrows. I wanted to kiss it away. I wanted to taste its saltiness. 

Just as my head began to twirl in time with the growth of arousal in my lower belly, Tom’s eyes travelled upwards from the point where his cock was buried inside of me to find my breasts, one of his hands immediately following suit. When his pull on my nipple was accompanied by the feeling of his warm mouth engulfing the other one, I screamed as I came all around him, my head thrown back and eyes closed as I relished in the feeling of being so perfectly filled, so perfectly touched.

“Fuckin’ tight.” Tom fucked me through my orgasm, but at the sight of my eyes blinking back open, he pulled out, easily manhandling me into turning around and rising on all fours. “This fucking ass… Do you have any idea how long I dreamt about fucking you like this?”

I didn’t know how, but his words and the way his huge hands sprawled over the cheeks of my butt reignited the flames that had just been fed, and I found myself pushing back against him, offering myself up to him. Anything to get his cock inside of me again.

“Please…” I all but begged, and I heard his breath hitching behind me. “Just… please keep fucking me.” Perhaps that was all that he needed, because in a second his cock was tearing me open again, so fucking deep that I could feel it in my stomach. 

“Fuck… If I had known how it would look to have my little perfect neighbor begging for my cock, I would have fucked you ages ago.” Every single thing that came out of that man’s mouth was like sin. He wrapped my hair around his fist, suddenly using it to pull me back to him as he raised one of his legs to the mattress, the new angle making each of his thrusts hit that spot inside of me that made everything just a little more satisfying. 

I could feel tears running down my cheeks, falling on my spread out hands as I struggled to keep breathing through his assault on my senses. “Are you gonna cum again, love?” I could hear him asking, and I wanted to answer, I really did, but every time I opened my mouth, only sobs came out. “Are you? Here, let me help you out.”

The feeling of his rough fingers softly caressing my clit was such a stark contrast to the way he was still brutally pounding into me that instead of trying to push him away from my much too sensitive lower region, I opened my eyes in surprise as another orgasm took over me, somehow even stronger than the previous ones.

“Yeah, that’s it… Fuck. Come for me, sweetheart. Wanna feel your cunt milking my fucking cock.” His words did nothing to help ease my arousal, and just when my arms started to give out, I felt him spilling inside of me. “FUCK!” He shouted, following my body’s motions until he was covering me with his own torso, still very much inside of me.

His thrusts finally coming to a stop after he had slowly fucked his cum inside of me, I felt his thumbs caressing my hips as I remained face planted on my mattress. “Well, this isn’t how I expected this night to go, but I can’t say I’m not satisfied.”

A snort was all I could give him as he finally pulled out and allowed his body to fall by my side, giving me a quick kiss on the shoulder that was closer to him. “You ok?” He asked, and I snorted again.

“More than okay. You still haven’t eaten though.” It was the truth. After all of this… incredible distraction from my cooking plans, he still hadn’t gotten around to eat dinner. I heard him take a deep breath next to me as he pondered his answer. 

“Really? ‘Cause I remember eating some very delicious pussy a few minutes ago.” It took me a few minutes to process what he had said, but when I did, I turned around to playfully hit his chest while feeling my face warm up from the reality of what we had just done.

“You’re impossible.”

“And you’re hot.” And when he put it in such simple terms, as he pulled me in his arms so that I could cuddle his chest, how could I feel embarrassed?

[katzkinder]

Tag, You’re It

Servamp Week Day 2 Entry: Pride/Hospitality

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In retrospect, you should have realized sooner that something was wrong.

This family was rich. Filthy, stinking, rich, with the kind of wealth that never came from clean hands. Their estate was massive, with such eccentric building design that being a recluse was nearly a given, with an absolutely obscene amount of land surrounding the main house, a veritable forest planted right on top of it, and all smack dab in the middle of Tokyo.

Charity be damned, these people had to be embroiled with something beyond shady to even amass an ounce of the ridiculous fortune that sat in their coffers, and you had been the unlucky soul who thought it would be a good idea to try and rob them blind.

The security, or lack thereof, should have been your first clue that something was horribly, terribly, wrong.

As things were, though… You’d felt uneasy, but pressed onward. No dogs. Cameras at the front gate, but not much else. Guards? You could see none, find none, no matter how many times you staked the grounds.

No one noticed you doing it, either. Or so you had thought.

Now… You realize that they probably just hadn’t cared. Hadn’t thought you worth their time.

You? Were merely a bug, barely worth a thought, and as you stand in the checkered hallway, with its black and white marbled tiles, being stared down by two small children with their red, red eyes, a creeping sense of dread informs you that you are no more than the most insignificant pawn on their board.

Which was ridiculous.

They were only children.

"You shouldn't take that," one says to you, a little girl no more than seven. Her mousy brown hair is in ribbons high on the side of her head, edged in white frills that match the baby pink of her frock. You don’t remember your research turning up a daughter.

"It's bad to take things that aren't yours," says the other, a boy of maybe five with a jet black mop, bright green clips holding his too long fringe out the way. A toy car is in his hands. He’s too young, you note dimly, to be the heir of Alicein.

"Put it back," says another child, with her shiny black mary-janes and kitty patterned coveralls. Her voice makes you jump. You don't know where she came from. She wasn't there a second ago.

More eyes peer from around pillars, around corners, from inside a coat closet where a game of hide and seek had been interrupted, staring you down, and they only seem to be multiplying the longer you stand there, the heirloom you'd been attempting to pilfer clutched tightly in your hands. Their voices rise in volume in their attempts to chastise you until it's all unintelligible.

Abruptly, though, they go quiet, listening to the steady, unhurried footfalls of what's unmistakably an adult. Corn silk hair flutters delicately just above his shoulders, and the smile on his face is sweet, unassuming, red eyes the same as these children deceptively gentle.

"My, my, what do we have here?" His voice is smooth as silk, almost mesmerizing, even, unhurried and unconcerned as children, children, more children, clamor around him and tug at his sleeves, point at you and the proof of your guilt.

As if a spell has been broken, you whip your head around and realize you're surrounded on all sides.

There is no escape.

The man before you realizes it the same time as you do, head tipping coquettishly as he takes a step forward. You take a step back, and the throng of tiny bodies behind you move to become a wall.

“Now now, everyone, let’s not be rude to our guest,” he chides, tracking your every movement, every breath, every twitch. “So..." he starts, clapping pretty, milky white hands together beside his head with cheery glee, "Who wants to play a game of tag~?”

A chorus of meeee! sprouts from each child, hands waving and legs bouncing excitedly, giggling laughter as the fear seeps into you in this dark, awful place, guarded by what are most certainly monsters.

Stupidly, you find yourself worried for the young heir, a boy of only fifteen and whose health is reported to be in poor standing.

Any other thought is scattered when a pathway parts, each and every child running this way and that, leaving you open to attempt to flee. ...And yet you remain frozen as the beast wrapped in beauty’s guise bears down on you, glistening fangs revealed from between grinning, pale pink lips, shining like precious pearls in the light of the moon through window panes.

“I guess,” the man starts, and cold sweat trickles down the back of your neck as you beg your legs to move, move, move, “that makes me It~”

You finally find the energy to bend your traitorous body to your mind’s bidding when a weapon appears in his hands, death’s scythe, beautiful and terrible, dark blade curving elegantly and swinging through the air with far too much grace.

He lunges, and the last thing you hear is that voice, hypnotic and soothing even while your heart pounds so loudly everything else is drowned out by your own terror.

“Have a good dream…”  

[twstedbeauty]

Twisted Wonderland Pokemon AU Pt. 2

I said I would do a part two, so here it is! This will be covering what the Vice Dorm leaders would have as their main Pokemon!

DISCLAIMER: THESE ARE JUST MY OPINIONS AND JUST MADE FOR HARMLESS FUN. IT’S OKAY IF YOU DISAGREE WITH ANY OF MY CHOICES! I’D LOVE TO HEAR WHAT YOU ALL THINK~♡

Vice Dorm Leaders + Main Pokemon

Trey Clover - Slurpuff 

IF YOU THOUGHT I WASN’T GOING TO GIVE TREY SOME KIND OF PASTRY THEMED POKEMON, WHAT GAME ARE YOU EVEN PLAYING. This man grew up in a bakery and can bake like no other, so of course he’s gonna have a Pokemon themed around sweets! And Slurpuff fits perfectly! 

“It can distinguish the faintest of scents. It puts its sensitive sense of smell to use by helping pastry chefs in their work.”

These two good bois would have such a good time baking together. (If Slurpuff had been there when Riddle made the tarts, it would have been able to sniff out the oyster juice and that WHOLE fiasco could have been averted.)  I imagine when it was still a Swirlix, Trey would joke about nicknaming it “Riddle” because of how grumpy it gets when it doesn’t get sweets. Riddle, of course, didn’t find it very funny. 

Jade Leech - Gorbyss 

Some of you may think this is a weird choice for Jade. Some of you may not know why I chose this Pokemon. It looks pretty unassuming, right? Just a sweet little pink fish Pokemon. Totally nothing wrong with it...

“Although Gorebyss is the very picture of elegance and beauty while swimming, it is also cruel. When it spots prey, this Pokémon inserts its thin mouth into the prey's body and drains the prey of its body fluids.”

You read that right. No, no, go ahead. Read it again. DRAINS PREY OF IT’S BODY FLUIDS. SO THIS SWEET LITTLE PINK FISH LOOKS ALL INNOCENT UNTIL IT FINDS FOOD AND STICKS IT’S HORRIFYING NEEDLE MOUTH INTO IT’S BODY TO SLURP OUT IT’S INSIDES LIKE A STRAW. 

How does this relate at all to Jade? Well, think of Jade’s mannerisms. Jade always has a polite and unassuming demeanor, but he’s just as merciless and cruel when he needs to be, not unlike Gorebyss here. Jade doesn’t suck out people’s insides (at least I HOPE HE DOESN’T) but he can force people to admit their shortcomings and basically set themselves up to get an ass whooping. And isn’t that pretty cruel? 

Jamil Viper - Arbok 

I do not apologize for the lack of originality. HIS LAST NAME IS VIPER AND HE’S TWISTED FROM JAFAR, THE ONE DISNEY VILLAIN THAT IS KNOWN FOR HYPNOTIZING PEOPLE AND TURNED INTO A BIG SNAKE.

“Transfixing prey with the face-like pattern on its belly, it binds and poisons the frightened victim.”

While Arbok doesn’t necessarily hypnotize it’s prey, the pattern on it’s stomach is supposed to distract it’s prey long enough for it to strike, so it’s kinda like hypnotism? But I think it and Jamil would be perfect for each other. (I also think that Jamil’s Arbok would bully and terrorize Kalim’s poor Panpour.) Two giant asshole snakes that use the skills they were born with to get what they want. 

Rook Hunt - Noctowl 

I’ve been waiting to do this one!! I think Noctowl is perfect for Rook. He had to have some kind of bird of prey Pokemon, one fit for a hunter such as himself!

“Noctowl never fails at catching prey in darkness. This Pokémon owes its success to its superior vision that allows it to see in minimal light, and to its soft, supple wings that make no sound in flight.”

If I remember correctly, I think it said somewhere that Rook is VERY quiet when he walks? Or he can at least make his footfalls quiet? Something like that, but either way, you could say these two are “birds of a feather.” I can see these two pulling off some successful night time hunts. During the day, it sits on it’s perch in Rook’s room, sleeping. But once night time rolls around, you’ll see this big bird perched on Rook’s arm proudly, just staring creepily at anyone that walks by.

Plus, I’d say the two of them have the same unnerving air about them if you look at them too long.  Lilia Vanrogue - Noivern 

these two are the reason that no one in Diasomnia can sleep

A batty Pokemon for equally batty old fae. (And it’s shorter than him! Imagine that!) But yes, I think Lilia’s main would be a Noivern. According to Bulbapedia, Noivern seems to be based on a combination of wyvern, a long-eared bat, fruit bat, or a leaf-nosed bat, and loudspeaker or tweeter. Inspiration for its design may also have been drawn from gargoyles. 

Hmm...bats, loudspeakers and gargoyles, all things that Lilia are pretty familiar with, wouldn’t you say?

“They fly around on moonless nights and attack careless prey. Nothing can beat them in a battle in the dark.”

Lilia was apparently a ruthless warrior that has fought in many battles in the Valley of Thorns. I can so see him ambushing his enemies with a Noivern. The two of them would be a terrifying combination at night. Plus, I find the contrast between a fierce-looking Noivern and easygoing Lilia to be hilarious. Everyone would be terrified to approach him, but Noivern’s actually a big baby. Lilia spoils it with fruit. 

Also, you can’t tell me that Lilia wouldn’t terrorize Silver and Sebek as kids with his Noivern. You just can’t. 

[come-on-shitty-boys]

//caution: contents are hot and dangerous. kuroo tetsurou//

Request: Could I request a Vampire!Kuroo x Reader?

Warnings: one (1) swear.  Mentions of blood, but no actual blood-spillage.

Word Count: 2.6K (i’m so sorry. i got carried away ;-;)

Notes: Leave it to my dumbass to turn a vamp au into a coffee shop au smh

(Vampire!Kuroo x Human!reader)

It seemed like something straight out of a coffee shop fanfiction AU.  The dorky barista who now knew your coffee order by heart, always asking about your day as he brewed your latte.  He would write you little notes on your cup, usually some lame science joke that would bring you back up to the counter, asking him to explain it to you.  You would watch his face fill with a smile, eyes shining as you take interest in what he’s saying, the setting sun casting long shadows throughout the quiet cafe. 

Wednesday evenings had become Kuroo’s favorite shifts as it was the one time a week when you would indulge him with your presence.  Once 6:30 would hit, every jingle of the bell above the door would cause his heart to thump a little harder, in hopes to see your bright smile.  Your school bag always sat heavily on your shoulders, tired eyes from a long day at university, but the happiness that spread over your face when you saw him leaning his long form over the counter, that lazy smile plastered on his lips, it made the whole atmosphere feel ten times lighter.

Today was no different.  You pushed open the door, clutching your wallet, looking over the menu as if you were going to try something new, just like you always did.  Standing in line behind the other customers, Kuroo couldn’t help but try to rush through taking orders and making beverages, just wanting to get you to the front of the line, just wanting to see you smile up at him.  

“Vanilla latte with soy milk and an extra half shot of espresso,” Kuroo said, already punching the drink order he knew better than the periodic table into the cash register as you stepped up to the counter.

“$4.26,” you answer, handing him your card to swipe, but rather he pushed it back towards you, that staple lazy smile dancing across his face.

“It’s on the house today.  Consider it a thank you for being such a loyal customer.”

“I can pay, really.  It’s no problem.”  You try to hand him your debit card once more, but he just shakes his head, laughing lightly as he pushes it back once again.

“No, seriously.  Don’t worry about it,” he says, scribbling your name and a little joke onto your cup.  “So, how was class?  It was psych and- hang on, don’t tell me,” he pauses, tapping the pen against his chin in thought.  “French!”

You tilt your head in confusion, but yet a small laugh still escapes you.  “How’d you know?”

“Easy.  You always sit at the table by the window and copy notes from your psychology book and your French book.”

“Very observant of you, but I’m just going to work on French today.  I have a test tomorrow,” you explain, watching him attempt to make a cool design on the top of your drink, but inevitably failing and just creating a blob in the foam.

“I’m going to figure out how to do latte art one of these days, just you wait.”  He smiles teasingly as he places the lid on your cup, handing it to you.  A small pink tinge dusts over his cheeks as his fingers brush over yours in the exchange.  “Careful, it’s- it’s still hot,” Kuroo mutters, moving his eyes down towards the counter, letting his bangs fall into his face in a desperate attempt to hide the heat that had risen to his cheeks.

But, if you did notice, you didn’t say anything, instead you examine the cup, just like always.  This week, under your name was a circle, a few ‘Fe’s scattered around the perimeter.  It appeared to be standing on some stilts, but you could’ve stared at it for hours and still not know what the hell you were looking at.  “Kuroo, these are just getting harder, you know?”  There’s a small hint of laughter in your words, the playfulness evident in every syllable.

“It’s a ferrous wheel!  Get it?”  The look on your face was all the answer he needed.  No. “Okay, so, Fe is the atomic symbol for iron, right?  But, like, why?”  Any ounce of embarrassment or awkwardness that had once clouded the barista’s brain had since flown out the window.  You had him talking chemistry, the one area in which he was completely comfortable.  His thoughts were now so jumbled with the thoughts of atoms that your hypnotizing scent escaped him, even if for only a moment.

You watched him blabber on about science, explaining the joke, taking a million and seven detours to explain something else that was barely related, but you couldn’t just stop him.  He looked so excited, hands flying in every direction as he spoke, practically buzzing as he broke down the history of iron and why it was displayed on the table the way it was.  The dorky barista who had stolen your heart with science jokes and his lazy smile only stopped talking long enough to make orders as they came in, but he would jump back in immediately the minute he was done.  This was always your favorite part about coming here, seeing him get so passionate about this field that he loved so dearly.  

“I’ve probably bored you, haven’t I?”  He interrupts your thoughts with an awkward laugh, rubbing the back of his neck.  “I just took up some of your precious study time, I’m sorry,” Kuroo apologizes.

“No, don’t worry about it.  I don’t mind, really.”

“Hey!  I could help you, I mean, only if you want, of course.  It’s gotten pretty slow, so I’m sure no one would notice if I stepped away for a little while.”

You smile warmly at him and nod.  “I’d like that, Kuroo.  Thank you.”

It all seemed so innocent.  The awkward barista nestled into a booth with his favorite customer as she tried to teach him the correct pronunciations of the words on the page.  The orange glow had settled into a much deeper purple as the hours ticked by, quiet laughter being exchanged as the foreign words stumbled clumsily off his tongue.  His arm had settled on the back of the booth seat, letting it hang around your shoulders, but at the same time, not overstepping any boundaries.  But, the way that your body was slowly inching closer to his led him to believe that most of the lines had been erased.  To anyone with an outside view, it was a beautiful image of a newly blossoming romance.

But, Kuroo’s head was fogging at the close proximity.  It was one thing when he had a counter separating you from him, but now, with your head leaning on his shoulder and his arm that had just naturally sank down to rest against your form, it was hard to shake.  You smelled so good.  Your body absolutely dripped that delectable scent that made his skin prickle.  Every time that you entered the shop, he could feel his fangs trying to push through, trying to just get some sort of taste of your blood.  With that counter between the two of you, it was easy for him to shake the desire, but now?  Your neck was so exposed.  It would be so easy.  He found himself absently tracing patterns up your shoulder towards your collarbone, fingers seeking out that soft spot that would feel so nice to simply sink his fangs into.  

“I should probably be getting home.”

His eyes snapped away from the soft curve of your neck to look at the time on your phone.  It was nearly nine, nearly time for him to close.  Kuroo let out a small sigh, pulling his arm away.  “You know, it’s really not smart for you to walk home by yourself at this hour,” he says, sliding out of his seat.

You just shrugged, putting your books back into your bag.  “I’ll be okay.”

“If you want, I could walk you home.  I just have to do some cleaning, but it shouldn’t take too long.”

“I’d like that, Kuroo.  Thank you.”  There’s a smile behind your words as you sit back in your seat.  

It should’ve been as sweet and simple as that.  But, you weren’t living in a fanfiction, were you?  Everything would have been too easy and too beautiful if this was just your typical coffee shop love story.  You should’ve gathered that something wasn’t quite right about the situation from his shift in demeanor.  That lazy smile that always seemed to be evident on his features melted away, settling into a thoughtful expression.  He wasn’t talking as much, preferring to simply hum and nod in agreement with what you were saying.  If he was forced to talk?  Well, his answers were short, nothing like the extensive rambling that you had become used to from the barista.  

It’s not like he wanted to be passive with you, it’s just that the soft poking on the inside of his lip told him that he better keep his mouth shut.  Kuroo was usually so good about keeping his fangs hidden, but for some reason, you ruined his resolve and before the two of you even left the shop, those two sharp teeth had emerged and he just couldn’t seem to will them away.  Especially when you were holding onto his hand, pushing your body up against his side.  You were so tantalizingly close and so naive to what dangers this situation really held.

It wasn’t safe for young ladies to walk home by themselves at this hour, but it wasn’t exactly safe for them to be escorted by one of his kind either.  God, to drain you right then and there- The thought of your mouth falling open in the mixture of shock and discomfort, hands pawing defenselessly at his chest as that sweet red liquid dripped from your neck, the mental image of you being so vulnerable had his amber eyes shifting a few shades darker.  

You were still smiling, so caught up in whatever you were telling him that you didn’t even notice how heavy the mood had become.  You were so caught up in this little fantasy that everything was perfectly normal and that you were just getting to spend a little extra quality time with the man that had caught your eye all those months ago.  But, he couldn’t help himself, really.  This wasn’t how he expected his first long evening with you to go, but it had been awhile since he had had anything to fill his stomach and there was just something about the way your blood smelled that made his resolve collapse and his mouth water.  

Imagine your surprise when the usually sweet barista pushed your back against a wall, standing over you, eyes glazed over in hunger, hooded by desire.  Kuroo’s fingers gripped your chin, tilting it so that your eyes would meet his.  And he smiled.

Except it wasn’t that cool grin that made him seem so laid-back, this one had an air of menace to it,  those white fangs catching the rays of the moonlight.  The little squeak that had left you as your back had hit that hard surface only made a low chuckle rise in his chest.

“What’s the problem, kitten?”  The pet name dripped teasingly from his tongue, the tone only making you sink further into yourself, but his breath fanned so nicely over your skin, that part of you didn’t even care that he was potentially going to kill you.  He tilted your head to the side, exposing your neck to him.  The sharp points of his fangs graced teasingly over the skin as if trying to decide the best place to finally make their mark.  “I bet you never thought that I could be dangerous.  You were always so sweet and innocent, never once thinking that I should be the one that you needed to be afraid of.”

There’s a soft whimper and a shake in your bottom lip.  Kuroo can feel your slight shake and it almost makes him pull away from you, apologizing for saying such things, but this- this was an opportunity that he couldn’t just pass up.  After this night, there would be no guarantees that you would come to see him again and then he would never have the opportunity to just get that little taste that he so desperately craved.  But, even so, the grip on your chin softened and the malice in his smile seemed to disappear.

“If you’re going to kill me, please- please just do it already,” you whimper, the tremble in your voice echoing through his ears as you closed your eyes tightly.

That was all it took for him to fully pull away from you, that fear that had crept up within you brought him back to his senses.  The ominous creature that had loomed over you only moments before, fangs threatening to pierce your skin, had been replaced by the boy from the coffee shop who got overly excited about chemistry and talked feverishly with his hands.  He could feel his fangs shrinking away and Kuroo leaned away from you, sadness being the only emotion on his features.

This wasn’t what he wanted.  He never wanted to scare you, to make you shake beneath his touch, but that’s exactly what he had done.  To be frank, he hated it.  He hated that after months of getting to know you and building a meaningful friendship with you, he let it all waste away as he was driven by an urge of hunger.  Kuroo hadn’t offered to walk you home just so he could get a little late night snack.  He had genuinely been concerned for your safety and yet, here he was, being more of a danger to you than anyone else.

His mouth stuttered absently for anything that could be an explanation or even an apology, but there was nothing.  But when your eyes opened cautiously, surprised that you were still alive, Kuroo could see the soft glisten of tears on your cheeks.  Someone could’ve hit him over the head with a brick and it still wouldn’t have hurt anywhere near as much as the knowledge that those tears had fallen because of him, because he had made you fear for your life and for your well-being.

So, when you flung yourself into his chest, clutching at the fabric of his t-shirt, letting your quiet sniffles dampen the material?  Kuroo was shocked to say the least, but nonetheless, he wrapped his arms tenderly around your form, mumbling soft words of remorse against your scalp, planting sweet kisses on your temple.  

“Please,” you whisper, your words getting caught in your throat in a choked sob.  You tighten your grip, pulling him closer to you as if you were trying to completely disappear from the world.  “I don’t care what you are, just please- please don't do that to me again, Kuroo.  I like you a lot, but I-” You looked up at him, fresh tears shimmering down your cheeks.  “But, you scared me and I-”

He shushed you, petting your hair softly before running his thumb over your face, ridding your skin of any remaining tears.  “I know, and I’m sorry, Y/N.  I guess I just like you too much to pose any real danger to you, huh?”

[anntidote]

yaku tricked me at 19:00 today, but he gave me a treat(5) so it’s okay? (if the event’s open <3) Thank you!!!

back to:

trick or treat event || ann’s playground

19. “friends don’t do this shit!”

5. “hold this for me?” *holds hand*

you initially met him at an after party.

you leaned over the bar, asking for a couple drinks from the bartender, only for this guy to do the same, chatting you up after plopping on a stool next to you, about nothing in particular. introduction with a name, pointing out something dumb, and laughing about it.

but you already knew he was morisuke yaku. playing in japan’s division 1, and how you watched nationals a couple years back. nekoma versus karasuno with your jaw dropped to the floor, stunned by their reflexes and how he dug the ball out of nowhere.

even after you hand recieved your drinks, you stuck around a bit. intrigued by the way he spoke, how his eyes glinted under the dim lighting, how he held himself.

“so what’s up with you?” yaku asked, pushing his hair out of his face, watching you sips from your glass.

you raised an eyebrow. “what’s up with me?”

he let out a hum. “yeah. what’re you doing here tonight?”

the underlying message behind the question and buzz of alcohol on your tastebuds sends a rush of excitement down your spine. black dress shirt, a couple buttons undone with the collar popped, angled collar bones and built stature. you swallowed the liquid courage with a slight burn before responding.

“i’m here to make some friends.” the slight pink of your lips distracting him for a second.

“oh?” a tinge of surprise etched on yaku’s face before quickly recovering to mischievousness. “that can be arranged...”

fast forward to into the night, a couple dances on the floor, drinks and words. finding a corner booth, isolated from the hot bodies and flashing neon lights, his hands were all over you.

tongues clashing sloppily, he groans into your mouth as you straddle his lap. grinding your bottom into the dark denim of his pants, blood rushing lower and feeling the hard outline of his cock against you. he takes his hand, entangling it into your hair and pushing you impossibly deeper into the heated kiss.

it was like both of you were set on fire, lighting each other’s fuse to burn all night with no signs of stopping.

shifting your hips against him, you practically hypnotized him. hard against your clothes folds, you moaned into him, pressing yourself harder against him for that delicious friction you craved. panties beginning to slick and stick with just the thought of him taking you right here, right now.

you pull away from the kiss, catching your breaths in heavy pants, with the string of saliva connecting your mouths.

and yaku thanks whatever God that’s you there, because if you didn’t pull away then— he knew he would’ve came in his pants.

“y-yknow...” you start, fingers tracing patterns into his wrinkled shirt, then making eye contact.

“friends don’t do this shit.”

yaku chuckles, softly swiping a thumb across your cheek, staring at how pretty you look with blown out eyes, rosy cheeks, and pink swollen lips.

“we don’t have to be friends to get outta here.”

his implication making your heart stutter for a second, breaking out into a grin. both of you stumbling in your steps out of the party and onto the street. the only things following you were your shadows and the clack of your shoes towards his hotel.

“hey, wait!” you called out, making turn around quickly, having you catch up. “hold this for me?”

he held out his hand hurriedly, thinking it was your clutch or that you finally gave up with the shoes you were wearing, only for you to place your hand in his. fingers wrapping around each other comfortably.

comfortably, huh?

“you-“ yaku’s jaw drops, face reddening when you cheekily wink at him.

“as cute as you look, if you don’t fuck my brains out in the next ten minutes- so help me- i’m gonna—“

before you can finish your sentence, he pulls you in the direction of the hotel.

“shut your mouth before my cock does it for you.”

and let’s just say you guys were more than friends and comfortable by the end of the night.

a/n: missing yaku hours anyone? same. i cant believe s4 is right around the corner. super excited!! anyway, i hope you enjoyed!

[harlot-of-oblivion]

Flowers By The Sea (Part 8)

Your darling devil helps you face your fear while the romantic tensions rises higher and higher with every wave of the sea.

The second part of the beach episode is here! Hope you enjoy! 😘 

Here’s the link to the list of all the flowers featured in this part 🌺😊🌺 

Chapter 2: His Radiant Rose

When you were invited to a party on the beach, you expected delicious food fresh from the grill, skipping down the shore while searching for pretty shells, and spending time with your darling devil under the sun. You were not prepared for just how gorgeous Vergil would look dripping wet in a speedo. He was the epitome of perfection when he slicked back his hair while walking out of the sea. And while you hold his hand and kiss along every knuckle, you cannot help but to think of the gallant knights from your childhood storybooks.

They were always there to protect their lady…just like you are now, my darling devil.

If anyone would have told you that you would be facing your fears by wading out in the ocean today, you would have laughed at such an unlikely outcome. And yet here you are…agreeing to let Vergil take you out into the salty unknown in hopes of experiencing the wonders of the sea for the very first time. You look up at him as your lips trail off his hand, which is still holding the token of your affection and trust. His cheeks are dusted with the lightest shade of pink as he stares right back with a faraway look in his eyes.

He looks so cute when he’s lost in thought, you muse quietly, adoring the little crinkle between his brow and the flecks of blue shining out of his silvery gaze before knocking him out of his serious stupor.

“Flower for your thoughts?”

Vergil blinks as your sweet inquiry brings his attention back to the matter at hand. He stares down at his hand still within your soft grasp for a moment before speaking. “I’m just…touched that you have so much faith in me,” he admits, opening his hand to marvel at the single white freesia you just gave him.  

You smile up at him warmly. “It isn’t hard to trust you, my grumpy gillyflower!”

Vergil quirks a brow and hums in thought as he stores the delicate bloom in the front pocket of his Hawaiian shirt. “I like darling devil more,” he reveals while leaning in closer to you, which makes you crane your neck up more to keep eye contact. “It rolls off your tongue better,” he adds with a smug smirk as he caresses your cheek and rubs his thumb just below your bottom lip.

You shiver at his intimate touch while the rest of your body buzzes with delight at his suggestive words. Ever since that night by camellias you have been longing for more of this handsome devil. You agreed to be his accompanist for the performance at the wedding just so you could spend even more time with him, hoping that all the flirty banter and yearning glances would cultivate the seeds of affection you sowed within his briars long ago. Your constant daydreams of him are now passionate fantasies, and it’s little teases like this that never fail to stoke the desire for more, more, more…  

“Are you ready to face your fear?”

The serious tone of Vergil’s voice breaks you away from your pining and smacks you right back down to reality. You notice that his lips are no longer curling into that cocky smile that never fails to turn your legs into jelly. His stoic face is now regarding you with utmost care as he offers you his hand, which quickly wrenches your pleasant thoughts into timid apprehension as you glance over at the rolling surf. You take a deep breath and gulp down enough of your anxiety to take his hand in earnest while putting on the bravest face you can muster.  

“Shell yeah! I’m not gonna let this tide me down!”

Vergil shakes his head and groans at your punny response as he stands and helps you up from the edge of the tide pool. You reach down to grab your bucket of shells and giggle while his stern face tries to hide the smirk that wants to break free as he leads you out of the sprawling pool towards the open shore. He stops and looks around for a moment before sticking the Yamato in the sand, explaining that it will act as a marker for him so that they do not drift too far away from their original position.

You nod in understanding as he promptly removes his Hawaiian shirt and hangs it on the Yamato’s handle. It takes all your willpower to not gape at him like a fish while you unfasten your mesh sarong, but your eyes still linger down his chest and long legs. When he turns around to stare out to sea you seize the opportunity to check out his butt, which is looking mighty fine in that blue speedo. And his thighs…they have been the object of your desire in a few of your fantasies, but to see them out of those leather pants in all their scrumptious glory…

Oh! How am I ever gonna get any gardening done with that running through my mind now? you wonder in agony as you drape your sarong over his Hawaiian shirt.

Vergil asks if you are ready to embark once you step up beside him, looking out at the ocean with him as you steel yourself for the challenge crashing ahead. As soon as you give him a shaky nod of your head, he examines your face closely before kneeling so that you can hop on his back. Your arms wrap around his neck as you press yourself close against his body. His hands come around and hook under your knees before slowly standing upright, adjusting his hold on you with a slight jostle before heading towards the object of your deep-seated fear.

Never have you ever felt such an odd mix of emotions churn and bubble deep inside you. On one hand, your cheeks grow hotter the more your body bounces against his back with every step. You were already aware of his impressive strength, but to experience it firsthand is making your mind go crazy with new fantasies for the future. But on the other hand, your stomach feels as if it’s twisting into knots the closer you get to the vast sea. Your legs squeeze tighter around him in alarm when his feet meet the lapping waves on the sandy shore. And as he treks deeper into the ocean you try to focus on the feel of his skin beneath your hands, the sounds of his voice as he comforts you with soothing words…anything to banish the memory that is desperately clawing at the back of your mind.

And it works for a while…until your eyes happen to glance down behind you. The foamy water splashes around about halfway up his calf as he takes slow steps forward, hypnotizing you with its swirling patterns as the sandy floor remains unseen…just like the bottom of the lake in your hometown. It was so deep and so dark while you swam in that huge lake one foggy morning. Your little legs had to keep kicking to stay afloat while you stared down into the abyss…too afraid to scream when a pair of eyes snapped open and stared right back at you from the boundless depths…too weak to swim away fast enough as they sped up towards you with malicious intent gleaming in its unblinking gaze…

A frightened shriek bursts from your lips as you bury your head in between his shoulder blades and shake the memory out of your head. All movement stops as you feel Vergil looking back over his shoulder while you hide your terrified face from him. “How are you fairing, my lovely rose?” he asks softly above the sonorous sounds of the sea.  

“I-I’m f-f-fine,” you stutter, trying your best to keep your voice even, but failing since your body is still quaking in fear.

You can practically feel his critical gaze bore into you as he makes no move to continue onward, calmly assessing the situation while you cling onto him for dear life. He’s probably wondering why he’s even bothering with such a scaredy cattail like me, you thought morosely while holding back tears. You start to regret coming out here with him in hopes of tackling your fear since all it has done so far is shed light on just how weak you are compared to the eldest Son of Sparda.  

“Do you have any Frost poems memorized?”

“Huh?” Your head snaps up to meet his intense gaze while you ponder his abrupt question. “Yeah, but-”

“Recite one for me,” he interjects with an earnest request.

“Now?!” you exclaim while your mouth hangs open in shock. “B-but how can I recite at a time like this?” you stammer while yours hands motion around the tumultuous surroundings.

“It will help you focus on something else besides the sea,” he assures you with utmost confidence while his thumbs draw comforting circles just above your knees.

Vergil’s gentle gesture sends pleasant shivers up your legs, effectively dispelling some of your anxiety among the waves. You close your eyes and take a deep breath through your nose, catching a whiff of the lavender laced in your flower crown along the sea breeze. The calming scent eases your rattled mind as you think about which Frost poem to recite. You open your eyes as soon as you are ready and nod for him to keep walking before clearing your throat. He gives you a small smile in return and turns back to task at hand as your soft voice rides along the crashing waves around you.  

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth.

 Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear.

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,

 And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

 I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

The ocean water tickles the bottom of your feet as you finish your recitation. You look back to see just how far away you are from the shore. “Holy Motherwort!” you squeal softly, hugging around his neck tighter while resting your chin on his shoulder. “I’m really out here, huh?” you marvel in total astonishment while gazing out in awe at the boundless sea.

Vergil glances down at you from the corner of his eye, carefully gauging your reaction as he brings up the next phase of facing your fear. “Do you wish to stand here with me?”

You bite your lower lip nervously. “I dunno if I can,” you admit weakly before hiding your face behind his neck.

Vergil is silent for a moment before turning his head toward you. “You’ve come this far, my brazen rose,” he whispers by your ear. “I believe in you,” he adds, gently encouraging you to take that one final step in facing your fear.

Your eyes peek up at him from your hiding place at his sincere words. You stare deeply into his eyes, admiring how the azure ocean brings out the soft blue hue among molten silver as you make up your mind. He’s right…I’ve made this far, you thought, reminding yourself that you will always be safe and sound with your darling devil here is by your side.

“Okay,” you murmur with a determined nod before looking around in confusion. “How do I…?”

Before you can even finish your question, Vergil lets go of one of your legs while pulling the other out and further around him. You yelp in surprise and cling to him harder as his arm wraps around your waist, holding you close and keeping you still as he adjusts your body so that you are now facing him in his strong embrace. Your cheeks start to glow pink as you realize just how close you are to his face. He stares down at you quietly as the crashing of waves and squawking seagulls fill the silence between you two. This goes on for a couple more moments before the corners of his mouth quirk into an amused grin.

“Y/N.”

“Hmm?”

“You’re supposed to be standing here with me.”

“Oh yeah!” you blurt out with a nervous giggle while embarrassment flows through you, which only makes your cheeks burn hotter.

You rest your forehead against his chest to hide your flushed face from his gaze as you ready yourself for the next challenge. Your body wiggles against the vice grip of his arms as you unhook one of your legs from around his waist. The cool ocean water licks at your foot as it brushes against his muscular thigh, and after a heartbeat of steeling your nerves you begin to lower it down into the sea.  

Your foot slides all the way down against his long leg until it finally enters the ocean, shivering at the cool temperature of the water. You try to memorize every twitch of his muscles as your foot drags down, down, down…until it stops somewhere above his ankle. His arms tighten around your waist as you drop the other leg and slide it down against his leg as well.

Vergil shifts his weight back and forth between his feet as you lift your head up from his chest. His intense gaze penetrates your very soul as you loosen your hold from around his neck. Your body slides against his chest as you lower yourself all the way down towards the ocean floor. It takes every ounce of your willpower to not let out a soft moan at the feel of his soft skin brushing against your own warm skin.

As soon as your feet touch the sandy bottom, Vergil relinquishes his grip from around your waist and places his hands on your hips while you get your bearings. A vigorous heartbeat thrums beneath your hands as you take what seems like your millionth deep breath since leaving the shore. You close your eyes and let its steady rhythm give you just enough courage to turn around and face your fear head on by gazing out into the vast unknown in the arms of the man that helped you get there.

Vergil assists you by gently wrapping one arm around your hips to keep you steady while you turn around in place. And as you marvel at the sea, he moves you back to rest against his chest before enveloping you in his protective embrace. You practically melt into the safety of his arms and hold onto them gratefully while the rippling waves rise right below your knees just as he promised. His chin rests against your head as both of you take in the splendor of the ocean as it sparkles under the warm sun in comfortable silence.

“How are you feeling?” he murmurs by your ear after a few minutes of quiet gazing.

“Juuuuuust peachy!” you reply with a bright smile while giving his arm an appreciative pat.

His annoyed scoff blows against your hair, but you just giggle and snuggle deeper into his warm embrace. A husky chuckle rings close to your ear as he nuzzles your neck while his arms tighten around your waist. You sigh happily at the feel of his soft lips as they brush against your skin, and then shiver in delight when they press a gentle kiss on the nape of your neck. Your body hums in excitement and you find yourself saying the first thing that comes to mind just to keep the whimpering moan crawling up your throat at bay.    

“I didn’t expect you to request Robert Frost.”

Vergil stops nuzzling your neck to press his lips against your ear. “Well, I haven’t been able to enjoy his prose ever since you borrowed the complete collection of his works from me months ago,” he reproaches you playfully while his hands glide up your waist.

You giggle as his fingers tickle your sides, squirming a little to get away until his hands settle back down on your hips. “I’m sorry…I keep forgetting about it every time you visit,” you concede as soon as your giggle fit is over.

“There’s no need to apologize,” he insists with a soft squeeze of his hands around your hips. “I know that he’s one of your favorites,” he adds before pausing in thought. “Speaking of which, you still have my copy of Emily Dickinson as well.”

You fight the urge to rub up against his midsection with every squeeze of his hand. “How do you know that they’re my favorites?” you ask in hopes of distracting your overactive imagination from wanting more fuel for your daydreams and fantasies.

“You always return the books that don’t inspire you while keeping the ones that you find captivating.”

Vergil gazes at the endless sea while that little bit of wisdom drifts across the salty breeze. You realize that you have shared this beautiful sentiment with him on multiple occasions at the book café and among your flowers. “But what if it’s not the books that I find captivating?” you ask pensively, thinking back to the earlier stages of your friendship with the grumpy gentleman who currently makes your heart beat faster than a hummingbird’s wings.

“What if it’s the man who keeps lending his books to such a forgetful gardener?”

You feel his head shift down just as you turn your head, raising yourself up on your tippy toes before pressing a kiss right below the jaw. He freezes up at the touch of your lips as your sincerely sweet words weave between the crashing waves, but then a low rumbling hum emits from his throat when you nuzzle his chin affectionately. His head slowly turns until he pins you down with his searing gaze, dipping closer so that you can hear him over the resonant sounds of the sea.  

“Then he’s a lucky devil indeed to have caught the attention of such a lovely rose.”

Your knees grow weak as his forehead rests against your brow, the blue hue of his eyes twinkling warmly while a soft whimper manages to get past your lips. Something in the salty air suddenly shifts and you feel as if you are about to take a step beyond an unseen precipice, wondering if your darling devil is also feeling the line of friendship blur as you tremble in anticipation. A part of you desperately hopes that he will finally capture your lips in the passionate kiss you have dreamed of many times since that wild night…while another part wants to take matters into your own hands and pull him down to your amorous kiss. But the patient part of you wins over, not wanting to force such a pivotal moment as you wait with an open heart and bated breath.  

Vergil leans down until both of your lips are barely touching…but then his eyes widen before glancing out towards the ocean. You yelp in alarm when he spins you around abruptly towards the shore, curving his body over yours to protect you from a huge wave as it crashes into both of you. A terrified shriek leaves your lips as the force of the wave pushes you forward, the water now up to your chest as you feel something brush against your back. You instinctively reach behind you to swat away whatever has ahold of you, but instead your eyes widen in horror as you realize that the bottom string of your bikini top has become untied.    

You quickly bring your hands up to hold your bikini top against your breasts, thankful that the necktie of your bikini is still intact as the errand wave recedes towards the shore. Another type of wave hits you as Vergil asks if you are alright…sheer embarrassment rushes up your body and pools around your cheeks, which turn as red as a holly berry while you whine awkwardly. He must see why you are so mortified…you are after all literally hunched over to hide your crimson face from him. You just want this to end, but the fact that you are knee deep in the ocean and utterly terrified of what may lie beneath its murky depths keeps you from running away.

Vergil tightens his arms around your waist before hoisting you up nearly out of the ocean before making his way back to shore. You cannot bear to face him when he puts you down back on dry sandy ground a safe distance away from the water, disappointed and utterly humiliated by this sudden turn of events. Both of you just stand there stiffly, looking anywhere but at each other as the awkward silence between you two lingers for an uncomfortable amount of time. It takes you a few moments to collect yourself before surreptitiously looking over your shoulder at Vergil, who is currently doing a terrible job at hiding his flushed face while staring down at his feet. You gather what is left of your courage and take a deep breath, preparing your voice to stay calm while you speak to him.    

“Umm…if you can just-”

“Allow me to help you tie it back.”

You stop short at his sudden interruption, squeaking in surprise while his offer of assistance makes your entire body feel like it’s got a bad case of sunburn. Vergil tilts his head at your odd reaction but makes no move towards you as he continues. “It’s the least I could do for making you suffer from my lack of vigilance.”

Your brow furrows in confusion while you shake your head, knocking your flower crown slightly askew. “You didn’t make me suffer, Vergil…I’m just really, really, really embarrassed,” you reassure with a weary sigh, “and probably pinker than a peony on a porch too…that’s all!” you add while trying your best to look him in the eye despite your flustered state.

Vergil is quiet for a moment while his eyes bore straight through you, searching for any sign of distress besides what you mentioned before giving you a slight nod of his head. His stiff posture gradually relaxes as he takes one slow step forward just behind your very bare back. “May I?” he inquires softly, raising a hand towards one of the strings, but not grabbing it until you give him permission.

Your arms tighten around your breasts while warm tingles cascade down your back in response to his offer. You bite your lower lip and twirl one of your feet on the sand as you think it over, but you find yourself nodding your head when you see a spark of remorse in those beautiful blue eyes. The hand that is still hovering close to one of the strings swoops in and gently grabs it as you turn your head to stare at the Yamato, which is just a few feet ahead of you. Both strings tug on your bikini top as he proceeds to tie them back together, mumbling under his breath that perhaps it’s best to double tie them just to be safe. You giggle at his soft mutterings as he finishes tying your top, but a soft caress down the middle of your back turns your laugh into a soft gasp.    

“Forgive me, my lovely rose.”

You barely hear his low apology over the distant waves as you turn around to fully face him. Just the sight of his forlorn frown makes you wish you had more petals to throw in air. “If I had any flowers on me, I’d be showering you with all them right now!” you threaten cutely with both hands on your hips, which earns you a raised eyebrow from the solemn devil. It only takes one step for you to get close enough to wrap your arms around his waist for a hug.

“You protected me just like you promised, so there’s no need to apologize, my darling devil,” you declare softly, hoping that he hears the genuine tone of your voice among the sea breeze.

Vergil takes a deep breath through his nose as you rest your chin against his bare chest. You listen to his soothing heartbeat and sway gently to its steady beat as you smile up at him in adoration. The corners of his mouth curve into a soft grin while his hands encircle your hips, swaying along to your rhythm as he presses a gracious kiss between your brow. You hum as the pleasant touch of his soft lips makes the butterflies flutter faster in your stomach, and as both of you look into each other’s eyes you are brought back at that unseen precipice once more. For a moment you see a spark of resolution within the depths of his silver blue eyes, but it quickly fades as he breaks away from your ardent gaze.      

“We better make haste before the crew starts questioning our whereabouts,” he announces while walking by you towards the Yamato.

You blink and tilt your head at his sudden shift from an open warmth to a stoic demeanor, feeling both confused and a little crestfallen as you follow close behind. He slips on his Hawaiian shirt and grabs the Yamato while you tie your mesh sarong around your waist. Something catches Vergil’s eye just behind you and he goes off to check it out while you pick up your gardening trowel and bucket of seashells. You look over to see him thoroughly inspecting a patch of wildflowers growing by the sea, summoning a tiny blue sword before cutting one lucky bloom from the sandy ground.  

Vergil walks back over to you with a single white flower in his hand, but as he gets closer you notice that the petals are delicately brushed with a soft pink hue. Its funnel-shape and tropical flare marks it as an amaryllis, the bloom born from the blood of a shy and timid nymph in hopes of winning the love of a handsome shepherd. Your heart begins to pound as its meaning echoes through your mind, now understanding why the nymph would go through the trouble of piercing her own heart for the sake of requited love.

“Your boundless determination never ceases to amaze me, my radiant rose,” he compliments, presenting the strikingly unique flower to you with a soft smile.

You giggle at the subtle change of his endearment and demurely glance down at the bloom of brazen beauty while reaching out to take it. Your fingers caress the palm of his hand as you grab the stem and your thumb brushes over his knuckles before withdrawing back with the gifted flower in hand. He watches you bring it up to your nose for a sniff, silver blue eyes smoldering while entranced by your every move. You can feel a soft blush creeping up your cheeks as your eyes flicker up to behold his wondrous gaze.

“And you never cease to charm the petals off me, my darling devil,” you coyly confess, hoping that you have better luck than the shy nymph from that bittersweet tale.          

Vergil takes a step forward and straightens your crooked flower crown with a soft chuckle before turning right back around. As his back turns towards you, he pops the hilt of the Yamato free and unsheathes it with a smooth flourish, slashing the air with two precise strokes before gliding it back into its sheath. The blue portal that he sometimes uses to leave your garden rips open, making you jump behind his back as you huddle in close to hide. He pulls you around to stand by his side, taking your arm and wrapping it around his own while whispering words of comfort.

You never walked through the portal before, but with your darling devil there to lead you it wasn’t so bad! One minute you are standing by a sprawling tide pool, and the next you are suddenly back hanging out with the rest of the crew. They welcome you both back in various ways: Kyrie and Lady offer you a fruity cocktail while Dante asks if his brother finally got the sand out of his…well, you don’t know exactly what he was going to say since a summoned sword interrupted him. You see that a volleyball net has been set up nearby and after some persuading, as well as some competitive taunting from Dante, they drag Vergil off to play a game of beach volleyball with them.    

They try to get you to join too, but you swear that you would only slow them down with your terrible lack of coordination. Kyrie giggles as she wraps her arm around yours and asks if you would like to watch the game together. You gladly accept with a relieved smile and both of you make yourselves comfortable on a large beach towel while the rest of the crew breaks up into teams of three: Vergil, Nero and Lady on side and Dante, Nico, and Trish on the other. Kyrie flips a coin to see which team serves first and after a bit of bickering between the boys they position themselves before Nero starts the game since his team won the coin toss.

You and Kyrie chat about the seashells you collected during your search down the shore while watching the intense game of volleyball. At some point during the game, Kyrie points out the amaryllis still in your hand and you find yourself glancing at Vergil just as he lunges forward towards the oncoming ball as it almost hits the sandy ground. You say that you found it by the tide pool, but Kyrie’s sharp eyes catch the subtle look towards the game and the light blush on your cheeks. She giggles and gives you a playful shove against your shoulder, suggesting that it would be a lovely addition to your flower crown.

Your eyes sparkle with glee at the idea and you quickly undo some of the pins holding your crown before removing it completely from atop your head. The eucalyptus leaves and lavender seem to be none worse for wear after your excursion into the ocean, but there are a couple of freesia blooms missing. You pick out one of the empty spots and carefully weave the amaryllis flower into the crown, unwrapping a few wires to hold it in place since it’s a great deal larger than the freesia. And after a couple of rearranging you don your flower crown and show it to Kyrie for approval before pinning it back into place.

From the corner of your eye you spot Vergil staring in your direction. You look over and smile sweetly while turning your head to show off the radiant addition to your flower crown. His eyes grow soft as one corner of his mouth quirks into a secretive grin before quickly jumping up to hit the ball back over the net. Your eyes linger down his gorgeous body as you watch him move across the sand, wondering how it might feel weighing you down on a soft bed. And his deliciously long legs…you only sat in his lap one time, but it was enough to feel just how strong he really is…and just how long he could go behind closed doors and in between your thighs…

But this nagging feeling comes from the back of your mind as you watch him glide gracefully across the sand. It slaps you with the image of Vergil tearing away from your amorous gaze from earlier…and again when he turned away to open a portal back here. He is a man of action rather than words, and right now his actions denote a sense of hesitancy. Is he really having second thoughts? you wonder, insecurity coiling around your chest as your eyes track his every move. Your heart tells you the opposite: the way he held you in the ocean and came so close to your lips…it all spells out just how much he wants you too, but your intuition warns you about pressing the issue.

Ooh…what do I do now? you fret as your daydreams morph into worrisome thoughts.

“Daydreaming again, I see.”

“Ah!” you squeal softly as the sound of Kyrie’s voice knocks you back down to reality. You look over to see that knowing glint in her hazel eyes again. Your lips curl into a sheepish grin while you shake the anxious thoughts from your mind. “I’m sorry…what were you saying?” you ask apologetically, resisting the urge to fidget under her mischievous gaze by fiddling with a strand of your hair.

Kyrie grins impishly as she turns her gaze towards the volleyball game. “They’re pretty good, aren’t they?”

“Yeah!” you agree with a wide smirk while following her gaze. Both teams are really focused; you can practically feel the tension as your eyes track the ball bouncing from one side of the net to the other until it flies out of bounds. This starts a yelling match between Dante and Vergil, both of their voices raising in volume as their argument grows more heated.

“They’re a little bit competitive, huh?” you observe with a quiet giggle, already knowing quite well how often the twin brothers fight.

Kyrie laughs along with you as her fiancé quickly puts himself between the brothers. “And it always ends with Nero breaking them up.”

You both watch as Nero knocks some sense into his father and uncle while your mind suddenly remembers a minor detail you wanted to know about the wedding. “Oh!” you gasp, “I wanted to ask you something…” you trail off, drawing Kyrie into secretive discussion while the crew resumed their game.

After being asked to be his date to wedding, you immediately ran upstairs to your room and threw open your closet doors. You shuffled through a multitude of flowery dresses of every color and various styles, searching for the perfect dress that would suit the wedding…but none of them seemed right or appropriate for the big day. It was then that you decided to just make a dress and headed straight into your childhood room where you have a stock of fabrics stored. The dress is mostly completed now, but you wanted to check with Kyrie about some minor details before finishing it for the big day.

Kyrie eyes grow wide as you talk about what colors would suit your dress best without drawing too much attention…it is, after all, her wedding day and everyone should be enthralled by her beautiful dress. She claps her hands excitement and assures you that the colors you have chosen will look absolutely stunning on you. You sigh in relief and talk about your plans about the finishing touches to the embroidered flowers. She gushes about your crafty talents and even shares a few of her sewing projects for their kids at the orphanage before her face lights up with a sudden realization.  

“You know…speaking of the wedding,” she begins with a thoughtful expression, but her eyes hold that same knowing glint from earlier. “Have you both decided on a song yet?”

Your heart stops for a moment. “Whaaaaat?” you exclaim while your mind scrambles for an unsuspicious response. “What are you talking about?” you inquire, tilting your head in feign ignorance while trying to sound as innocent as possible.

Kyrie smiles and leans in close before whispering in a hushed tone by your ear. “Vergil once told me that he plays the violin. So, when I heard someone playing the violin when I last visited your home…I just figured that it must be him practicing up there since you two are close friends.” Her sunny smile turns into a sly smirk before continuing. “And I may have heard you asking your friend which song he would like to perform at the wedding as I left your office.”

Your eyes widen in shock as you berate your past self for not considering Kyrie’s keen sense of hearing that day.  “Oh snapdragons,” you sigh in defeat with a disappointed pout. “I’ve totally ruined the surprise.”

“Aww no!” Kyrie scoots closer to you and wraps her arm around your shoulders. “I was so surprised and genuinely touched by such a thoughtful and creative gift!” she consoles with a soft smile. “Which is why I would like to make a request.” Her eyes glance toward her future husband. “I would very much appreciate it if both of you would perform for our first dance.”

You ponder her request while watching the crew give it their all as the game comes close to an end. Your eyes wander over to Vergil, who is glaring at a grinning Dante while Trish serves, and you cannot help but feel a thrilling burst of joy at the prospect of him playing such an important part in the wedding. “I’ll have to run it by Vergil first,” you inform softly as the crew dashes across the sand to finally determine the winner. “But if he’s on board, then I am too!” you exclaim with an ecstatic grin that matches Kyrie’s own jubilant smile.

The volleyball game finally ends with Nero’s team becoming the victor by a scant hair. After a few minutes of trading quips and biting sarcasm, they all agree that the losing team should set up the bonfire by the beach while the winning team gets to have some rest and relaxation. You and Kyrie trade a knowing look, silently communicating that you need some alone time with Vergil to share her request. A bubbly giggle bursts from your lips as you get up off the beach towel and grab your bucket of seashells before skipping off alone down towards the sea.

The sun is now lower in the sky than before your adventure out to sea, illuminating the sand in its golden orange light as you move closer to the ocean. You notice the tide has receded, which reveals a treasure trove of shells among bits of seaweed and other trinkets. Your head turns to look over your shoulder as you shift through the ocean’s offerings, hoping that your covert glances will catch a certain darling devil’s attention. Vergil is putting on his cute Hawaiian shirt, watching you from afar when he grabs the Yamato and starts walking to where you are sitting down on the wet sand.      

“Sooooo,” you begin when he gets close enough, “do you remember my suspicion from earlier?”

Vergil pauses for a moment. “Ah,” he murmurs as his eyes spark with realization, “so my future daughter-in-law has figured out the reason behind our clandestine meetings, hmm?” he surmises while crouching down to sit beside you.

“It’s my fault,” you confess with a guilty pout. “She heard me asking about which song we were going to play while she was leaving.” Your eyes glance flicker over to see his reaction to your folly. His expression has not changed much, the crinkle in his brow furrows a little deeper but he is not giving you a disappointed glare at least. “Buuuuut,” you quickly move onto the matter at hand before he has time to get annoyed, “she did request that we play for their first dance!”

Vergil tilts his head while he raises a brow in astonishment. “She would have us perform an integral part of the wedding reception?”

You nod excitedly. “Yeah! You get to play the song that your son will remember fondly for the years as his first dance with his dearly beloved!” A jovial smile graces your lips as you stare up at him with hopeful eyes. “What do you say?”

A moment of silence lingers between you two while Vergil thinks it over, staring out at the ocean as it sparkles under the setting sun in deep contemplation. You admire his stoic profile while waiting patiently for his decision, seeing a few cracks of emotion here and there within his serious demeanor. And once he has made up his mind, he takes a deep breath through his nose before nodding his head ever so slightly.      

“I…would very much like that,” he murmurs, reaching down to rest his hand on top yours on the sand while turning to look down at you. “Thank you, Y/N.” He gives you a soft smile while his thumb brushes the top of your hand tenderly.

Your body instantly responds to his delicate touch, cheeks reddening and heart racing while you shake your head. “You shouldn’t be thanking me…I’m the reason why we nearly spoiled the surprise to begin with!” you remind him with a light giggle, turning your hand to lace your fingers within his warm hand.

Vergil hums in amusement and gently holds your hand while both of you enjoy a quiet moment by the sea together. It almost feels as if we’re… You do not let yourself finish that thought since your darling devil is very perceptive and will only worry for you like he did in the music room. Today is supposed to be about fun and relaxation before the big day…not eating more bittersweet berries! You give his hand a determined squeeze as your head leans down to rest on his shoulder, accepting that you must wait just a little bit longer for him to come around and sweep you off your feet.    

Your eyes happen to glance over to the side a little ways, and before you know it an elated squeal leaves your lips at the sight of the one thing you were hoping to find during your visit to the beach. Vergil assumes an offensive stance at lightning speed, hand at the ready to wield the Yamato in your defense. You quickly tell him that you are fine before rushing over to collect two wonderful prizes in the shape of a circle about the size of your palm.  

Vergil sighs in quiet exasperation before striding over to where you are carefully brushing sand off the most unique find on the beach. “And what have you found this time?”

“Sand flowers!” you reveal with total exhilaration, gesturing down at the sand while bouncing around like a bumblebee.  

Vergil quirks a brow as he peers down at your prizes. “Curious,” he murmurs while crouching down to get a closer look. “And here I thought they were known as sand dollars,” he retorts with a wry smirk.

Your face falls into an adorable grimace. “But look at them, Vergil!” you demand with utmost seriousness while pointing out the petal-like pattern in the shape of a pretty five petal daisies. “They’re like flowers by the sea!” you marvel with a clap of your hands before carefully prying one out of the wet sand.

Vergil shakes his head and chuckles at your argument, letting you win this round of silly bickering as you proudly hold up your sand flower. “I’ve also heard that finding one of these supposedly brings you good luck,” he informs while examining the other sand flower still stuck in the sand with his appraising gaze.

“Really?” Your eyes widen in wonder before tilting your head in thought. “Then here…take one!” You present him with the sand flower in your hand. “It can’t hurt to have a little luck before the wedding, right?”

You give him a playful wink as he accepts your generous gift with a gracious grin. He puts the lucky sand flower into the front pocket of his Hawaiian shirt while you proceed to pry the other one out from its sandy prison. A brisk wave crashes on the shore and rushes right over your feet just as you free the sand flower, making you shriek in surprise while jumping up in fright. Vergil swiftly wraps an arm around your waist before you can accidentally hurt yourself by tripping over some slippery seaweed beneath the foamy water. You make sure that you did not drop your lucky find, letting out a sigh of relief at the sight of it still clutched in your hand before giving your devilish savior a grateful smile.  

“It seems I’m still a little afraid of the ocean even after all you’ve done for me,” you bemoan softly, mentally ridiculing yourself for not being more aware of your surroundings during all the excitement over your discovery of the sand flowers.

Vergil gives your hip a comforting squeeze. “Don’t be disheartened, my lovely rose. You’ve taken a brave first step. See?” he reassures you softly before turning his gaze down towards the surf. “You’re even closer to the sea now than you were while collecting seashells,” he discerns with a proud grin as he pulls you closer to stand by his side.

“And now every time I read some Frost, I’ll think of my darling devil helping me face my fears,” you murmur, cheeks blushing pink as you snuggle up closer to him.

There is a moment of resounding silence before you hear a thoughtful hum deep within his chest. Your eyes flicker up to see Vergil now staring down at you. His striking white hair looks so soft in the light of the sun while his eyes seem to glow like rivulets of blue among a sea of silver. He reaches up to touch the newest addition to your flower crown with a small grin while reciting some Frost of his own:    

The heart can think of no devotion Greater than being shore to the ocean-- Holding the curve of one position, Counting an endless repetition.

As soon as Vergil finishes reciting the short but sweet poem, he bends down and plants a soft kiss just above the corner of your mouth…the same spot he kissed that night by the camellias. A soft whimper escapes your lips before you can stop it while gazing up at him, noting a mix of emotion swirling in the depths of those silver blue eyes. The resolution from before is back, but now there is a certain hope along with some hesitancy…

Your eyes shine ardently once you finally understand; this is meant to be his response to your astilbe flower. You smile and hug him closer, letting him know that you are just as devoted to him as he is to you…and you are not going anywhere while there is still a rose to be found among his briars. All your insecure thoughts from earlier are dashed from your mind as he hugs you back without much pause thanks to your efforts of getting him used to your friendly presence.

It seems I have more luck than the shy nymph after all, you muse, thankful that you don’t have to pierce your heart with a golden arrow to win him over. All you need is a little more patience…only then can you pick the flower that blooms from this sweet devotion and give it to your one and only darling devil.  

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[ren1327]

Pretty Boy Ch. 5

Kenji returned the next morning and noticed Ben wasn’t there.

“Hey, is he sick?” Kenji asked, worried.

“No! No.” Sammy said. “You’re early is all. He and Yaz have been doing…yoga.”

Kenji nearly salivated at the idea of Ben bending this way and that.

“Yoga?”

“Yup.” She lied and thought back to Monday morning.

 Five days ago…

 “What?” Yaz asked.

Ben was blushing fiercely.

“Please teach me to dance.” He said. “By Saturday night?”

Yaz’s hair was done in a high ponytail and she had just finished stretching, practicing ballet to help with her flexibility.

Sammy sat on a cushioned bench in the observation area of the dance studio. “Please, Honey? He’s got a hot mess of a date at Blue tonight.”

“You don’t sound happy, Love.” Yaz said.

“I’m not. But Ben really wants to impress him.”

Yaz looked at her girlfriend’s puppy eyes and looked back at Ben.

“Fine. There’s extra yoga pants and a tank top in my bag that should fit you. Get changed and we can start some basic moves.”

Ben ran off with the black clothing to the changing rooms as Yaz sat next to Sammy.

“Kenji Kon?” She asked.

“Yup.” Sammy said. “They disappeared the other night and I’m…worried.”

“You know it wasn’t anything special. With me.” She said.

“He just dumped you!” She yelled.

“It was mutual, actually.” Yaz said. “He didn’t feel that spark and I learned I prefer cute women.”

Sammy grumbled a bit and Yaz cupped her chin, pulling her into a kiss.

“Besides. Kenji never asks for a date to meet his friends.”

“Omigosh, you’re right!” Sammy said excitedly. “Could this mean…?”

“Maybe. If it is…well, you better say bye to cute innocent Ben.” She said.

“What does that mean?” Sammy asked.

“Oh, Sam~” She cooed. “Don’t tell me you haven’t ever wanted to push it for a crush.”

“I did.” Sammy said and smiled shyly, Ben coming out of the changing rooms with a determined look on his face.

“Okay Ben.” Yaz said. “I’m going to teach you how to seduce your date in one song.”

“Wh-what does that entail?” He asked.

“Confidence, little bean.” She said and started a song. “You’re going to learn to dance to this song. I’ll make sure it’s played, but you. You need to grab Kon by the throat with your pretty face and hypnotize him with your body.”

“I don’t think I have that kind of confidence.” Ben said with a gulp.

Yaz patted his shoulder. “Yes you do. We just gotta dig deep and coax it out to play.”

Ben smiled at her as Sammy got up and joined them.

“Let’s do this all together.” She said with a bright smile. “Then we can work on improve if we need to.”

Yaz smiled at her girlfriend. “Okay you two. Let’s have some fun.”

Ben nodded and put his hands on his hips.

 Ben came in with a smile and waved at Kenji. Kenji handed him the thermos.

“Dad loved it.”

“And you?” Ben asked, big eyes gazing up at Kenji.

“I love yo—it! I love it!”

Ben’s eyes became impossibly wide and he turned, running into the counter and squeaking out a sorry as he put the thermos in the sink.

“I’m glad! I glad your Dad loves it. That you love…it…” He said, brushing his hair out of his eyes.

Kenji moved closer and took his hand from over the counter, looking into his eyes.

“I do.”

Ben smiled and bit his lip. “I have a carob banana shake you can try before you go work out.”

“Let me at it.” Kenji said as Sammy smirked and texted Yaz about how impossible these two were around each other.

 *                                      

 “Okay. I’m good right?” Kenji asked Dave as he exited his car. “I look good?”

He was in a tight thin blue sweater with black slacks and a black leather jacket with his most expensive boots. Dave meanwhile was in brown board shorts and a crisp flower patterned short sleeve button up with high tops.

He gave Kenji a thumbs up. “You look great, Kenji! Don’t worry about a thing.”

“I really like Ben, Dave. I gotta just…be perfect.” He said.

Dave made a shocked face. “Wait. We got a second date?”

“Yeah?” Kenji said. He stopped.

“Yeah. We do.”

“You must really like this kid.” Dave said.

“I do, Dave. I really, really do.” The boy sighed as he and Dave were let in the front door of the club.

The silver and blue themed club was two stories high with two massive bars on each side, one upstairs and one down. Upstairs were private rooms for groups and booths under sheer blue canopies that wait staff tended. While downstairs just had first come first serve booths. A staircase led down to an area filled with sofas and water cooler watched carefully right next to the dance floor for tired or overheated dancers.

Dave gasped as he saw a familiar man dressed in black slacks and a midnight blue button up.

“Excuse me, kiddo, I’ll be watching from the bar.” Dave said.

“Okay, but—” He noticed Dave was talking to a black man at the bar.

“That’s new.” He said with a smile.

Brooklynn, Darius and Yaz were sitting in one of the sectioned off booths upstairs. Darius was talking to a waiter, most likely ordering drinks.

Darius was in yellow and black patched pants, the latest Jordan’s and a black t shirt with a yellow bandana around his neck. Brooklynn was in a one shoulder red lace dress that went down to her waist and flared out around her knees with some matching red peep toe pumps. Yaz was in a tight purple crop top and a longer black pencil skirt with white lace up high heeled sandals.

“Hey, dude.” Darius called. “We all got here before you.”

“We all?” He asked and turned to see two people walking to them.

First was Sammy in pink cowgirl boots and a white ruffled dress with a tea skirt. But then…

Ben walked next to her, wearing tight faded skinny jeans with rips showing creamy thighs and knees. He was in a short sleeve black and grey button up with the top two buttons undone and black high tops.

He stared at Kenji and Kenji stared back.

He walked up to him. “Hey.”

“Hey.” Ben said with a smile.

Kenji slid into the booth, Ben coming in beside him. A waiter brought them a tray of drinks.

“Rose lemon spritzer?” She asked.

Ben took it from her and smiled. “Thank you.”

She looked him up and down, but Kenji gave her a look and she quietly served the rest of the drinks and left.

“Calm down, Ben’s gonna be 21 in like, three weeks.” Yaz said.

“Really?” Kenji asked.

“Yeah.” He said. “Plus. This is non-alcoholic.”

Kenji wrinkled his nose.

“It’s just ginger ale, pomegranate juice and rosewater with some rose petals on top.” He said and held it out to Kenji.

The older male took a sip. “That’s…really good, actually.”

Ben took it back and, while keeping eye contact with Kenji, turned the glass around and sipped directly from where Kenji had. Ben made a show of licking his lips and hummed.

“Tasty.” He said as Kenji’s face lit up.

Yaz gave a thumbs up as Sammy handed Kenji his Jack and Coke.

“You look thirsty.” She said, trying hard to hold in a giggle.

Kenji huffed and sipped his own drink as Brooklynn and Darius went to dance.

Yaz whispered to a passing waitress and she nodded.

The music seemed to get louder and Kenji held out a hand. “Dance with me?”

“Sure!” Ben said and Kenji shrugged off his jacket, leaving it in the booth.

Kenji led Ben down to the crowded dancefloor as a song he knew Yaz had to had recommended came on.

He saw her and Sammy find their own spot to dance and he smiled down at Ben.

Ben swayed to the intro of the song and batted those long eye lashes at him, cheeks red. Kenji could tell he was a little embarrassed but was hypnotized by the way his hips were swaying side to side.

Kenji placed his hands on those hips and Ben stepped back with a coy smile, lifting an arm and spinning as the beat dropped.

Kenji’s jaw hug as he watched Ben sway and turned away from him, bending his knees and rolling his shoulders, making Kenji’s mouth dry up when Ben smiled at him from over his shoulder. His hips popped as he lifted his hands again, bending the elbows and showing off his frame.

He turned and kept the momentum as he placed his wrists on Kenji’s shoulder, eyes staring into his as he popped his shoulders and despite being so close, still danced out of his reach. He looked Kenji up and down, biting his lip and pressing his chest to Kenji’s solar plexus.

Ben cocked his head and rubbed his cheek against Kenji’s, letting out a soft sigh in his ear before he did a slow turn away from him and seemed to pose, neck extended and eyes heavily lidded.

He rolled a shoulder crooked his finger in his direction and Kenji stepped forward as Ben leaned back into him.

Then he started swaying again and Kenji felt like he was going to die.

He wrapped his arms around Ben’s waist and the smaller man rolled his body into him, slotting their shapes together perfectly. Ben’s arms came up and hooked around his neck. The music slowed for a verse and when Kenji leaned down, Ben brushed his lips over his teasingly. But when Kenji moved forward, Ben moved away again.

He took Kenji’s hands and put them on his hips. He placed his hands on Kenji’s shoulders, swaying his hips from side to side. He smiled and squeezed Kenji’s shoulders, mouthing ‘how you like that?’ to the song.

Kenji could feel his heart thudding in his ears as he yanked Ben forward into a kiss, color exploding behind his eyes as Ben moaned and wrapped his arms around his neck. He pulled Ben closer, as if trying to absorb him.

Ben moaned and pulled away with a gasp, giving Kenji a heated look. The lights and music making him look like some kind of ethereal beauty.

Kenji grabbed his hand and led him to one of the unoccupied rooms, slotting his credit card in the payment kiosk and not caring how much it was. He was surprised when Ben threw the door open and yanked him in, slamming and locking the door behind them

The green eyed boy moaned again when Kenji pinned him against the wall, lifting him up. Long legs wrapped around his waist as he started undoing the buttons to Ben’s shirt.

“Kenji…” Ben moaned softly when he started kissing his neck, sucking a mark right over his collarbone.

“Ben.” He moaned back as Ben lifted his hips and bit his bottom lip.

He could hear the loud music still pumping and he wondered if he was getting drunk off Ben’s voice.

Ben wrapped an arm around his neck and with his other hand, grabbed the back of his head, fisting his hair to keep him in place.

He tasted rosewater and tea and Ben, Ben, Ben!

He panted as Ben yanked his shirt up and off his body, kissing him again.

His heart was racing.

His blood was singing.

He felt like he was made of starlight and he was going to burn through the damn world.

This.

This was it.

Ben was his one.

[jungkookiebus]

the future is not fine | jhs

Genre: dystopian au, smut Pairing: club scene!Hoseok x club scene!reader Word Count: 3.5k Warnings: heavy drug use (the reader takes acid), mentions alcohol and smoking weed, cunnilingus, multiple orgasms, hallucinations, this is the dark future where people have ruined the Earth and are paying the consequences. Summary: In a world where everything went downhill after 2020, people are itching to forget and live lives without care. For some, that means going to mysterious parties hosted by an anonymous donor. The text comes through in a group chat, with numbers you’ll never save or remember, and you drop whatever it is you’re doing to go. In the future, when the world is rampant with economic disaster and war, you can self-medicate yourself with the flick of a wrist and succumb to the music. That’s when you meet him, the mysterious dancer that brings color into your dull life, if just for a moment.

The sky was a burst of oranges, purples, reds, and bright yellows. The salt of the ocean was fresh on the air as you swayed to the music in the breeze. You opened your eyes momentarily to stare out over the water, watching the sun ripple across its diaphanous surface. ‘Party starts at sunset.’ the invitation had said. Yet another rather anonymous party at some rich kid’s house. Everyone came to these parties, but only when you ran with these crowds. The only way someone could be indoctrinated into this “elite” club of sorts, was to be brought on by someone in the chain. Most people realized this life wasn’t for them amongst the drugs and alcohol. So, they left. Which was all good and fine because it kept the numbers even; making it easier to host at more anonymous venues. But there were those who had been around for a while, like you. Two years into this scene and there was no end in sight. You’d exchange knowing glances amongst those that stayed, between you and the drug dealer who never changed as you made an exchange for ecstasy, and sometimes the rotating bartenders. The beach house you were at this time looked to be someone’s winter home and your party was its squatter. The invitation came through the group text, none of which were saved to your phone because you had no need to know these people. You had smiled when you’d gotten it, smiled sweetly at your date across the table and said, “I’m sorry, this just isn’t working.” Watching his face contort into total shock as you stood from the table, grabbed your jacket, and winked before leaving the restaurant. Pulling a joint from the pocket on your dress, you held your hand in front to block the wind to light it, and took a long, burning drag. You didn’t need to look at your phone again, having memorized the address the moment you read it.

So, here you were, among the others who all showed up as soon as the sun kissed the horizon. A low, thrumming beat pulsed up from your feet, tingling in your fingertips, and left a numb feeling across your lips. You had smoked more once you arrived, wandered outside, and that’s where you currently found yourself. The sun still warmed, but the more it slipped, the cooler it got. At some point someone had turned on the outside heaters, but you barely noticed the people around you. The second time you decided to open your eyes is when you saw him. The sun glinted against the natural blonde highlights in his brown hair. His eyes were closed too as he danced to the music. His body moved like water and he moved so fluidly that he had you hypnotized instantly, swaying on the spot as your eyes kept up with his movements. He wore a loose white t-shirt, baggy pants, and expensive sneakers that moved just as smoothly as him. He moved as if he came out of the womb dancing. Your eyes slid shut as the…third? Fourth? Fifth? Hit overtook you. When you remembered him again, he was gone, and he slipped from your memory along with all your other thoughts.

The next text came through on the shittiest of Tuesdays. You were sitting at your desk when your phone vibrated across your desk. The address was given, a previous venue hosted by god knows who, and was one of your favorite spots. It was an old, abandoned telescope that was once part of the now defunct space program. That one president, back in 2020 when he had gotten re-elected, had pretty much ruined the world as you knew it. That’s why these parties existed, to forget and move on. So, here you were, standing in front of the door ready to flash your invitation to the masked bouncer. He nodded once at you and stood to the side to allow you in. The lights were off, but soft lights, inlaid into the floor, shined upwards, not even reaching more than six feet. Every now and again a strobe light would come on as the beat picked up tempo. That was when you saw him again and your memory was jogged. Under the strobe lights, he looked downright mechanical in his movements. Again, alone. Again, eyes closed and feeling the music. This time you wanted to watch. The bar wasn’t far from the dance floor and you wanted to appreciate him. When the strobe lights ceased its assault on your eyes, you saw him lit from below. It threw his features, half hidden under a cap, into sharp contrast. You watched as he spun, arms lifting towards the heavens, and saw that even his fingers were as elegant as the rest of him. That’s when Sam came by, of course his name wasn’t really Sam, but the local drug dealer needed something for people to call him. He sauntered up next to you, having seen you hundreds of times, half of his face hidden under a highly detailed fox mask.

“Anything for the lady tonight?”

“One sheet please,” you said waving your scanner bracelet over his.

“Open up,” he said.

You turned as he pulled a small, plastic container from his bag. Pulling a small sheet from it he reached out towards you. You opened your mouth, lifting your tongue, and let him drop the sheet there. Closing your mouth, you smiled at him as winked at you from behind the mask before walking away. Thirty minutes later and the strobe light was starting to look like a rainbow in your vision. Trails of multi-colored light followed the man as he danced, creating beautiful patterns in his wake. Your body seemed to melt into the floor as you watched him, but you wanted to touch those light trails. With some effort, you pushed off the bar, and trudged through what felt like jell-o. He shone brighter the closer you got, and the light was almost close enough to touch. Focused on the bright blues, reds, and greens in front of you, you reached out. A jolt of electricity coursed through you as he caught your wrist in his hand and pulled you forward. His hand caressed the back of your head, pulling you in closer so that he could lean into your ear.

“How long were you going to watch me until you decided to come over?” He leaned back as he ended the question. A pattern of suns moved across his black shirt, circling around, and coming back again in a celestial march. His eyes sparkled under his cap and you swore you saw stars there.

“Turn him into stars and form a constellation in his image.”

“And the first thing she ever says is a line from Shakespeare,” he chuckled.

“I can’t help it when you dance like that.”

His hand was still firm on the back of your head as he pulled your hips into his. You didn’t really have to dance. No one would question it; everyone was here for different reasons, but under the one unifying rule that everyone kept to themselves. The second you stepped into his personal space however, you were his. He had you dancing with him, nothing technical, but you still felt as if you were in a pool and he was pulling you through its depths. His sugared skin blurred into the soft glow behind him and he leaned forward again, placing his lips to your neck. The feeling struck like a meteor against your skin, warming the spot and spreading outwards in a shock wave. Peace flooded your system as he moved down your neck, kissing again.

“What’s your poison?” he asked as he ground his hips against you.

“I’m flying with the golden dragon,” you smiled.

“How are the lights?”

“Rainbow prisms and you have trails of it following you.”

“How poetic,” he smirked.

He placed a searing kiss against your lips, and it felt as if your skin had melted through his arms and onto the floor. You were still holding your breath when he pulled away.

“Breathe.”

The sigh you let out had him pulling you closer against him.

“Can I take you to a room?”

These venues always had rooms. Or, Rooms™. You had never heard anyone talk about rooms so reverently than when you were here. There were several of them scattered about depending on the location. All were equipped with brand new mattresses, linens, sometimes drugs, low lights, and fashioned to be soundproof. Everyone only went to a room for one reason.

“Yes.” You were still holding onto to him for dear life. He grasped you firmly around the waist and led you off the dance floor and into the dark halls of the building. Several rooms were fitted with two, small fuzzy lights of red and green. Occupied and unoccupied. He finally reached one with a green light and pushed the door inwards. It emanated a soft pink from within. A pink neon heart hung on the wall above the mattress. To the left was a shiny, low table laid out with more drugs and alcohol, ready to be scanned and taken. Speakers in the room played the music still pumping into the room of dancers. An old Grimes song poured through the speakers lazily. His lips were on yours as the locked slid shut in the door. He pushed your jacket from your shoulders, and you let it fall to the floor. Caressing that perfect jawline, you pulled him in closer to you as you pushed his cap off with your other hand. His soft brown hair came cascading out over his eyes as he leaned in to kiss you. They were the softest lips you had ever felt to date. His tongue was hot against yours, claiming your mouth as his own. He expertly undid your belt and pants, hooked his thumbs in both them and your panties, sliding them down and kneeling as he went. The light from the neon sign spread around the room in a blur, washing the palette absolutely in pink. Below you, his hair had turned a dark pink with lighter highlights. His tan skin had the lightest dusting of that rosy tone as he looked up at you with dark eyes. His fingers dragged down your hips leaving trails of pink honey, left to drip down your skin in jagged ribbons. His lips were on your hipbone now, tongue trailing along your skin. He placed a kiss above your clit and flicked his tongue on the hood. You moaned softly as you moved your hips against him. He gently moved your lips apart to lick at you more fully. You reached for his hair and you swore you saw glitter fall from those pink strands. The music changed then, from the slow melody to a fast paced track that had your heart racing. He pushed your hips against the wall behind you hard and you felt your breath leave your chest in a huff. He started to devour you as if you were the drug he had chosen for the night, forgetting about his woes as he buried himself in your cunt. You tugged at his roots as you doubled over. The stimulation had your thighs shaking and your knees buckling. His fingers dug into your hips as he forced you over the edge quickly. The room burst into light, glowing bright, and you closed your eyes against the burn. You felt as if you stood under a waterfall, drenched from head to toe in pleasure. Somehow, he had you from against the wall to your back on the soft mattress with minimal movement. The taste of you flooded your taste buds as he kissed you. The heat between the two of you was scorching. You tugged at his shirt until he pulled it over his head, revealing a well-toned body. The top you wore was cropped and what was the use of a bra tonight, so it was easy for him to just push the thin fabric up your chest. He wrapped his lips around your nipple as he ran his fingers down your stomach, leaving paths of light. Pushing two fingers inside of you, he sighed. You wrapped him in such warmth and wetness that he couldn’t wait to feel more of you. You reached between the two of you and worked his pants over his ass, enough to free him and have him in your hand. He moaned against you as you wrapped for fingers around his length, silk against silk, pre cum leaking at its tip, and becoming harder in your touch. Out of the corner of your eye you could see that the walls were rotating slowly around the room. The heart slipped into your vision before moving back out, creating a pink spotlight on the both of you wherever it went.

“What do you see?” he whispered against your chest.

“Walls are rotating.” You hissed as he sucked your nipple between his teeth.

“Fast or slow?” he asked as your nipple grazed his teeth when he pulled back. Your chest heaved forward, chasing him on its own will before you let out a breath and sunk back among the sheets.

“Slow.”

“Good.” You knew what he was doing. He was keeping your mood as calm as possible, having you focus on the pleasure and the absolute happiness coursing your veins. He knew exactly what he was working with.

Your hand fell from him as he sat up, but his fingers stayed firmly inside of you. He twisted them and hooked his fingers against your g-spot and pumped slowly. He managed to kick his pants off the rest of the way and sat up between your legs. Looking down, he was admiring what was laid out before him. Reaching out he grabbed your hand and pulled you to sitting. The walls rotated a little faster for a second before settling back into that steady rhythm. It was almost hypnotic, watching the neon heart travel the edge of the room.

“Look at me.”

Your eyes fixed on his and they shined just as bright as earlier. They were clear as night; small slivers of pink shown like tiny Milky Ways in their black depths. He looked at you as if the moon shown down on you and you alone. His fingers were out of you now, squeezing your thigh. He caressed your cheek sweetly as he brought your face to his. Your lips chased his as he moved back slowly, smiling as he went. His warm hand never left your cheek as he kept a breath’s distance away from you.

“What’s your name?” he whispered.

“_____.”

“_____.” He let your name roll off his tongue seductively and it fell out of his mouth like diamonds.

“Yours?” you were still fixated on his eyes; the pink Milky Way had grown brighter the closer it got.

“Hoseok.”

“Hoseoook.” You giggled lightly at the way it sounded coming from you.

His smile was bright, and he seemed to glow in the fuchsia monotony of the room.

“Turn around,” he said, his voice like caramel.

You did and started to get on your hands when he spoke.

“No, no, no. Sit up.”

You turned your head to look at him. He grabbed your hips and pulled you closer until you felt his cock nestled in your ass cheeks. More of the pink honey cascaded across your skin as he ran his hands across your chest. One of his hands was between your legs from behind, pushing you upwards. You felt him nudging at your entrance and, adjusting yourself, you sat down. He gasped as you sunk down, your body taking him in as if he always belonged there. He kissed along your shoulder as you moved your hips, his fingers pressed firmly into your skin.

The music was a low pulse with a synth playing a slow tune accompanied by some electronic drumbeats. The neon heart was just sliding into view again when you closed your eyes. Your movements felt slow, but everything felt so good. He kissed the back of your neck as he too started to move. You gasped when he thrust up into you, while barely letting you move with his firm grip on your hip. His name fell from your lips in soft moans and you heard him sigh in satisfaction. When you opened your eyes again you saw geometric patterns of random pulsing color decorate the still turning walls. Your body was strung like a bow, tense, and you refused to breathe. He brought you closer and closer with each thrust and your pussy felt as if it were getting hotter. When your orgasm hit, so did the full force of the hallucinogen. What you weren’t expecting was the explosion of neon animals that now rotated around the room, but they weren’t just any and all animals, there was a wide array of sea creatures swimming around you as if in an aquarium. A neon great white swam by followed closely by a sea turtle and a school of small fish.

“What do you see?” he was still thrusting into you steadily as he spoke.

“Neon octopus…and fish.”

“Do you feel good?”

Your eyes closed, letting the cool water you believed was there to wash over you.

“So good,” you whispered.

He moved you from his lap, rotating you lithely, and he was soon hovering over you. Behind his shoulder and across the ceiling swam a large neon whale, but you weren’t focused on it right now. Hoseok was above you, studying your face intently as he bit his bottom lip. He slid into you with you barely noticing his movements, so he didn’t miss the way your eyes widened before slipping shut, mouth open in ecstasy as he worked you open again. He was up on his hands so he could still watch you writhe beneath him and the expressions on your face.

He leaned down again after a moment, propped up on his elbow, and his lips were at your ear. “I want you to see the universe.”

He reached down, two fingers on your clit as he rotated his hips into you. Fresh tears welled up in your eyes and your body warmed from within. Your fingers dug into the sheets as he expertly worked his cock and fingers in tandem. A scream was trapped in your throat as you came, and your eyes opened as it peaked. You could see that he was still watching your face but behind him, the scene had changed. The room from the floor to about four feet was unchanged. The rest had turned into the night sky and what you would have described the Big Bang to look like. Explosions of color flashed before your eyes as stars formed and died out. Green, pink, and blue gases hovered around a small Milky Way. Comets passed by and so did passing constellations. You felt as if you were seeing a symphony personified, the music of the universe laid out before you.

When you came down and was able to focus somewhere else, you looked at him again. You no longer felt him inside of you. Reaching for his arm you looked at him alarm.

“What about you?” The stars twinkled behind him, moving slowly across the night sky.

He smiled. “What did you see?”

The way he looked at you made you think he could see the stars reflected in your eyes, content to view the night sky and still be able to look at you.

“So many stars.” Your eyes searched his as you spoke. “Everywhere. Stars.”

He smiled at you as you looked at what he could not see.

“You never told me your poison.”

He smirked coyly before speaking. “I didn’t take anything. I did this for you, and I wanted to remember.”

No one ever came to these parties sober. They all came here to forget, so what was he doing?

“What?”

“I’ve been coming to these parties for months. How you haven’t noticed me I don’t know.”

You wanted to know why you hadn’t seen him either.

“But why?”

“I’ve seen your misery. Those moments before the drugs hit, I see you. Then you move to music like it comes from inside of you. But when the parties were over you didn’t look nearly as satisfied with the night as the others did.”

He was right. The weight and misery of the world always weighed heavy somewhere. The increase in drugs never helped fully, but it did help you cope.

“I wanted you to feel something for once.”

Your heart thudded hard in your chest. You realized that the anxiety usually thrashing in the corner of your mind had been told to stay quiet. Suddenly, everything didn’t feel so bad. The stars still steadily floated by.

“Thank you for letting me see the universe.”

“Thank you for letting me see that these parties aren’t the only thing that can make me feel.”

Leaving as the sun came up, he stepped out of the building at your side. The bright yellow of morning was peaking over the mountains and you looked up at Hoseok beside you. He seemed at peace as he gazed over the sleeping valley below. No, the future was not fine as they had promised but there were still people in the world that made it feel that way.

[dem-obscure-imagines]

Snap Out of It

Beast Boy x Reader

Summary: When a mission against Mad Mod goes wrong, it’s up to you to snap your favorite shapeshifter out of his hypnotism.

Note: Hi, my name is Morgan and I love Beast Boy with all of my heart. Sorry not sorry lmao. But yeah, this has been bouncing around my head forever. Forgive me. Edit: I think this is the quickest I’ve ever written a fic asjhafkjdh

Warnings: None?

Word Count: 1.6k

Why, during summer vacation of all times, did it have to be Mad Mod? Why? You hated the red-haired old man with every bone in your body, especially when he disrupted your one break from school. Today was supposed to be a nice day. The team was planning on going to the beach all day and then having a movie night so you could watch the new X-Men movie you’d heard less than satisfactory things about, but nooooo. Now you were strapped to a chair, a spinning vortex swirling in front of you and a soothing voice telling you to relax.

Were you at the beach? No. So relaxing wasn’t going to happen.

The room you were trapped in was modeled to look like a classroom, which only served to piss you off even more. You swore anger was the only thing keeping you lucid. So you sat there, stewing in your rage until it was finally enough to give you the strength to bust free of the metal shackles around your wrists.

With them out of the way, and not inhibiting you anymore, you could use your powers again. So you did, using a blast of purple energy to destroy the projector hanging down from the ceiling. Its remains sparked and smoked and the wall it had been projecting onto went dark. You were fine, as far as you knew. A little dizzy from staring at that damn spiral for so long, sure, but fine otherwise.

So, you set out to find the others.

Victor was trapped in an unending game of dodgeball until you helped him through the hidden door. Raven had been locked in a janitor’s closet sealed shut with magic so she couldn’t get out, Starfire was bound to the jungle gym, and finally, Robin had found himself stuck in the principal’s office.

That left one green shapeshifter unaccounted for.

“In here.” Raven pointed to a door labeled ‘Algebra.’ There were lights flickering inside, and you prayed that opening the door wouldn’t lead to another trap. Luckily enough, it was a room similar to the one you had been trapped in, a whirling swirl spinning on the wall in front of where Beast Boy was tied down. His head was tilted to the size, his eyes crossed and his body limp.

You destroyed the projector with a blast of energy, but that didn’t shake him from his daze. Gar was still sitting there, an empty look in his eyes.

“We need to snap him out of it.” Robin waved a hand in front of your teammate’s face. He didn’t budge.

“Underpants.” Starfire tried. Though that method had worked before, on one of the other occasions you’d all been kidnapped by your least favorite madman, it didn’t this time.

“Wake up, Gar!” Raven snapped, shaking his shoulder. That didn’t work either.

Victor tried to tell him a joke, Dick snapped in his face a few times, but none of it seemed to have any effect on him at all. And then you got an idea.

“Alright, step aside.” You motioned the others away. Your powers, being magic based, had some perks sometimes. One of said perks was to be able to break people out of spells and other tricks of the mind. The only downside, really, was the method you had to use to do such a thing. “Listen. If this doesn’t work, we never tell Gar it happened, alright? I’d never hear the end of it…”

“Do what you’ve gotta do.” Dick nodded, crossing his arms.

The others all watched as you lowered yourself onto Garfield’s lap. You grimaced. This was decidedly too weird. You couldn’t remember a time you’d ever been this close to him. After all, this was Gar you were talking about. You leaned in and then hesitated. Were you really going to do this? Was this where your super-heroing adventures had led you after all of these years? You were going to…ugh, you couldn’t. You couldn’t! But you had to. You knew he’d do the same for you.

So, after thinking it over for a long moment, trying to figure out any other way, but failing to come up with anything, you leaned forward and pressed your lips against his in a magical kiss, siphoning the dark energy out of him until finally—

He kissed you back.

As soon as you felt his lips moving against yours, you squeaked, jumping out of his lap as both of your hands slapped over your mouth. You kissed Garfield and He Kissed You Back.

Well, now you felt weird about the whole thing.

When you looked down at him, he was still tied to the chair, staring up at you in a different sort of daze, cheeks pink and getting pinker as he realized what had happened only moments before. Victor untied him and Dick helped him stand while you just stood there in shock, still processing.

“You okay?” Raven asked, making sure you hadn’t just transferred his hypnotism onto yourself, but she knew you were out of it for…other reasons.

“Fine. I’m fine.” You reassured yourself, mostly. “Let’s just kick his ass and get out of here. It’s been a long day.”

“Right. Titans, Go!” Robin directed the team onwards and you did your best to put the last few minutes behind you, but you knew that was going to be easier said than done…

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When the six of you finally got back to the tower, movie night commenced as planned, although your beach day had been sacrificed in the name of crime-fighting. As there were only a few spots left on the couch, Gar had plopped down next to you, which immediately set off your fight or flight instinct.

“I’m…gonnagomakepopcornberightback!” You blurted before bolting to the kitchen to put a bag of it in the microwave. Once it was in and spinning around, the machine humming quietly, you stood there, collecting yourself. You were a superhero. You weren’t supposed to feel like this about something as stupid as a crush.

Wait a second, back up. Crush? Did you have a crush on Garfield? Garfield? Garfield as in your green teammate Garfield? Garfield as in the one who’d tracked mud across your newly mopped floor Garfield? Garfield, the same Garfield who never took out the trash when it was his turn and always left his dishes in the sink instead of the dishwasher? That Garfield?

He kissed you back, didn’t he? Maybe he liked you. And…maybe…you liked him back?

God! What were you thinking?! No! You couldn’t like Garfield! Never! Not in a million years!

But…mulling it over further…it wasn’t like he was a bad looking guy. In fact, he was actually kind of cute. Maybe more than cute. With that boyish grin and his adorable fangs, his cute little laugh. Was he a little messy? Sure, but he’d always stood up for you, even when you had been new to the team. He always went out of his way to make you feel like you belonged.

The microwave beeping pulled you out of your thoughts and back into reality. You shook your head, inhaling a deep breath. Madness. Nonsense. You were overthinking things. He knew that your powers were tricky sometimes. He knew that it was nothing personal. Right?

“Hey…” A careful voice spoke up behind you and you turned around to look at him. “Can we, uh, talk? About what…happened earlier?”

“S-sure. What’s up?” You set the popcorn bowl on the counter and crossed your arms, leaning back against it. Super casual. Nailed it.

“Well, I just…thank you, first of all. Victor told me you kind of saved my ass.”

“Just doing my job.”

“Heh, yeah.” He scratched the back of his neck, his cheeks going pink. “When I…well, when I kissed you back…listen, (Y/N) I didn’t think it was any secret I liked you…”

Well, this was not the conversation you were expecting to have today…Earlier, you’d imagined the green boy teasing you for all of eternity. Hey, (Y/N) remember that time you kissed me haha omg XD. This little confession unfolding in front of you was…different…

“You…”

“You don’t have to say anything. Really, it’s okay.” He chuckled to himself and shook his head. “I just…I’m really sorry.”

“Why are you sorry?” You asked quietly. You blessed the fates above for giving you the courage to take one teeny little step forward.

“The last thing I wanted was to make things weird between us.” He sighed. “But obviously I did, so…”

“Why me?”

“Why you?” He laughed. “Are you kidding? You have magic powers, you can fly, you’re literally a badass, but at the same time, you’re funny and sweet and pretty…Any guy, girl, or otherwise would be lucky to date you.”

“Gar, if we’re being honest, I…didn’t know I had a crush on you until today. But…I definitely do, and I definitely have for a while.”

He perked up a little, green eyes sparkling with boyish innocence. “For real?”

“Yeah, for real.” You took another little baby step forward. “So…”

“So…”

“Would you two just shut up and kiss already?! We’re TRYING to watch the MOVIE!” Cyborg hollered from the couch.

Your cheeks flushed red and you giggled, surrendering your blushing face to the security of Garfield’s toned chest. He wrapped his arms around you, gently kissing your temple. You could feel him smiling against you, his hands tracing patterns on your arms and back.

“Don’t worry, baby. We’ve got all the time in the world for kissing.” Gar kissed your forehead again.

“Well, I never thought I’d say it, but…thank God for Mad Mod…”

He laughed. “You’re telling me.”

[crescent-quill-writings]

Midnight Meetings on the Reef

Fandom: Hamilton - Miranda

Words: 2422

Relationship: Hercules Mulligan/Thomas Jefferson

Additional tags: Mermaid AU, Fluff, Loneliness, Mermaid!Thomas Jefferson, Sailor!Hercules Mulligan, Bioluminescence, Hercules gets a bioluminescent boyfriend

Summary: Hercules Mulligan is a sailor living a simple life yet always wanting something more than what he has. So, when he receives a map that would supposedly lead him to a great treasure hidden in a distant reef, of course, he follows the path it lays out for him. Even though he gets lost along the way, he still ends up finding the treasure... Or more like the treasure finds him. 

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As the sun began to sink below the horizon it painted calm waters with flame-like reds and tinted the skies with bright pinks. These fading golden rays created a near-perfect silhouette of a small sailboat and the man on board as it slowly drifted across the glassy surface of the water, disturbing its smooth surface with the ripples of its wake and scattering a school of silvery fish in the reef below. The sailor was a giant of a man, standing right around 7 feet tall with broad shoulders and rugged features. He was almost as gorgeous as the scene around him, but he was much too distracted with pacing back and forth across the deck and trying to make sense of the old parchment in his hands. 

"So... If I did this right and this is the reef and back there was the sandbar then the archipelago should be just ahead of us?" He mutters to himself, suddenly stopping on the bow of the ship and looking up and around him. His eyes were bright with excitement, but it slowly faded into a dull realization when he was met with the sight of the infinite horizon of the uninterrupted ocean. "... I guess that's what I get for trusting an old coot in a bar with a map and fancy fairytale after a couple of pints." He then grumbles, pinching the bridge of his nose and muttering a series of colourful curses under his breath before he crumpled the paper into a ball and tossed it overboard. "Useless piece of junk..."

Rightfully upset with himself, the sailor pulled a flask from his pocket and took a swig of the amber liquid inside. Sitting back on a crate pushed against the mast he watched, or moreso glared at the setting sun as the sky shifted from pink to red, to purple, and then finally to black as night fell upon the reef. He continued to stare up at the stars as they began to poke through the dark canvas of the sky before he sighed and stood, capping his flask and placing it in his pocket again.

"Time to turn in so we can figure this shit out in the morning." He mutters, fumbling with a match for a moment so he could light an oil lamp and hang it up above his head so he at least wasn't stumbling around in the dark as he tied everything down and dropped anchor for the night. Just as he took a rope in his hands and began to hoist the sails a ripple of movement and a flash of something bright and pink from beneath the waves caught his attention. "The hell...?" He murmurs, letting the rope fall from his hands and the sails fall slack as he took a step towards the water. For a moment the sailor thought it was some figment of his buzzed imagination and was about to turn back to the ropes before the light darted by again and pulled something beneath the water with a 'sploosh'. "The fuck?!" He exclaimed, rushing to the edge of his little sailboat and leaning over to peer into the water, looking for the light again.

"Was that a fish...? A glowing fish?" He knew about bioluminescence, having heard stories from other sailors and seen a few photos too, but even that didn't make sense. He'd heard of the algae that dotted the waves and beaches like stars and the freaky deep-sea fish that used light to lure in their prey, but nothing like what he was seeing now. Nothing he knew of was such a rich pink in colour like what he was seeing, and none of it could move so fast either. Again the sailor questioned if it was just in his imagination as he took out his flask, uncapping it quickly and taking a whiff to see if its contents had gone bad (if that was something that whiskey could do) before there was a sudden loud splash as his back was drenched with seawater and the small flame of his lamp extinguished. The water was still calm, so something had to have caused it.

"Shit, fuck--!!" The sailor exclaims, fumbling for a harpoon in the darkness and rushing for the other side of his little sailboat, ready for a fight and looking for the threat only for his weapon to fall from his hand and clatter against the deck. Now without the interruption of firelight, the world beneath the water was able to reveal itself to the sailor. Fear turned to shock and shock turned to awe as he watched the seagrass glow an azure blue, swaying anemones lighting up with scarlet hues, the forest of coral shine with shades of teal, indigo, and orange, and the schools of neon pink and blue fish that darted in and out from the nooks and crannies of the world beneath the waves. Nearly entranced by the other-worldly sight in front of him the sailor had forgotten about the earlier perceived threat and the streak of pink light he had first seen until--

"What the fuck!!" He exclaims, leaping back from the edge as his gaze locks on a human face poking out of the water and the curious indigo eyes looking back at him.

"I believe this is yours... You should be more careful." It spoke, its voice low yet smooth like a honeyed melody that made the sailor's knees go weak. He was stuck in a sort of shocked silence that he didn't notice the face had lifted an arm out of the water and was holding up a sodden grey lump that looked to be whatever was left of the map he had thrown out earlier.

"Oh, uh, thanks..." The sailor murmurs. He didn't know why he was so calm as he stepped forwards and kneeled down at the edge of the boat so he could reach for the ruined ball of paper, but he couldn't help the gasp that escaped him as he finally got a good look at what had approached him.

It had the head and the upper body of a human man and quite an attractive one at that with chiselled features and hair made up of long dark curls that looked well kept and soft despite being submerged in saltwater all day. As strange as it was to see a man living in the water, this was not what made the sailor gasp. Instead, his gaze locked on the 'man's tail. It was over twice the length of his torso and was crowned with a large and elegantly flowing fluke. Every scale was perfectly overlayed with each other and glowed with a rich pink hue in shifting intervals and levels to create a nearly hypnotic display of patterns as his tail swayed steadily to keep him in place against the light currents.

"Holy shit... You're a- You're a mermaid!" The sailor murmured, voice barely above a whisper as his fingers brush against the aquatic humanoid's as he takes back the ruined map.

"That I am, yes. You're quite the observant sailor, hm?" The merman replies with a warm chuckle, a sound that nearly makes the human melt as he rises further out of the water to rest his arms on the edge of the boat before he notices the harpoon and frowns, "I'm sorry if I startled you earlier, I just wanted to put out your light. This place can't thrive properly when there's something bright like that around, you see. I promise I mean you no harm, though, and thank you for not attacking me yet." He adds with a small sigh before smiling with sharpened teeth up at the sailor.

"Yeah, no, it's okay. No harm no foul and all that, I get it. This place is beautiful... You're beautiful..." He replied, only realizing what he had said as the merman laughs again and the sailor's face flushes with heat. "Uh- My name's Hercules Mulligan, though you can just call me Hercules or Herc. Do you have a name?"

"It's nice to meet you, Hercules. You're quite handsome yourself, especially for a human... My name is Thomas, at least, that's what I believe it translates to in your tongue." The merman earns a quiet 'likewise' in response from Hercules as silence falls on the pair. Thomas' expression was serene yet amused as he watched Hercules with those same curious indigo eyes, chuckling again as he catches him staring at his tail again. "It's alright, you can look... as long as you don't mind if I do the same, that is... I don't get many visitors out here, you see, especially not ones as kind as you." He watched the sailor blink quickly in response before he chuckled quietly and rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment. Thomas found himself enjoying the sound and wanting to hear it some more. "Is there a reason why you've travelled all the way out here on your lonesome, Captain?"

"No, not really..." Hercules replies with a sigh and a shake of his head, looking out across the dark horizon for a moment and taking in a deep breath. "Just heard some stories and got a map, I guess I thought it'd be like going on an adventure of my own if I found treasure or something like that. Pretty sure I got lost along the way, not that this place isn't nice... Just not what I expected, I guess." He explains, and the merman laughs in a melodious sound that made Hercules' breath catch in his throat before he slips into the water and began to swam lazy circles on his back around the sailboat.

"Even if you did get lost I think you've done pretty well. This place isn't easy to find, after all, and it's not every day you get to meet a merman either." Thomas grinned at the way the sailor scrambled to stand and paced across the deck to follow him, finding it cute how enamoured he had become as he stops by the bow of the ship.

"Yeah, I guess you're right... Meeting you could be a kind of treasure in itself." Hercules replied with a small smile, though the expression shifts to confusion as he tilts his head at the merman's extended hand.

"I would like to sit next to you, could you help me up? I'm afraid climbing is rather difficult with just a tail." Thomas explains with an easy smile, and the sailor nods as he takes the merman's hand in his and hoists him up and out of the water.

"Jesus you're big... N-Not that it's a bad thing!" He comments as he struggles to collect the mass of Thomas' tail in his arms, suddenly embarrassed again and his cheeks flushing with heat as he was met with the sound of the merman's melodious laughter again and set him down on the deck to him as he sat down with him.

"You're really sweet, you know that?" Thomas smiled a little more, dipping his fluke in the water and tucking most of his tail off to the side, letting silence settle between the two of them. It was a comfortable silence, giving them both the time they needed to process the day's events and where it led them and a chance to enjoy another's company on a calm midnight.

"So... Is there any real reason you wanted to come up here?" The sailor asks, breaking the silence and earning a small shrug in response from his new companion.

"I just thought it'd be easier to talk this way, or perhaps it'd just close some of the distance between us... I'm not really sure, honestly." Thomas admits, pulling his tail closer to his body as his gaze dropped to watch the ripples around the boat. Silence came over the pair again, though this time it was less comfortable. Hercules watched the merman with a frown, wondering what was going on behind those indigo eyes before he wrapped an arm around his shoulders and pulled him close to his chest.

"It's okay, I don't mind... It's not like I got any company out here either. Except for you now, of course." He replied after a moment, offering Thomas a warm smile that only grew as their gazes met and he was able to catch a sparkle of hope in those beautiful indigo eyes. "Y'know, I wouldn't mind coming back here either if I got to see you again. Not sure how I'd do it, since I kinda trashed the map, but you found me on accident anyways so maybe we could make it work out. I don't got much to go back home to anyways..." Sure, Hercules may have started rambling a bit, but he couldn't really help it. Being with Thomas made him feel relaxed like he could enjoy the moment and not have to worry about much other than making sure the merman kept smiling. Thomas was happy too, and although he was a bit unused to the feeling of another's arm around him he happily let himself lean into the sailor's side and rested his head on his shoulder, humming in content as he closed his eyes and simply enjoyed the little moment they were sharing.

"If you're really that worried I can get you a conch shell... If you play it right the sound will travel for miles and guide me right to you. That way I could help you find this place again until you've learnt the way yourself." The merman explains, his voice a gentle noise that harmonized with the rippling of the water under the boat that Hercules could only describe as 'cute.' Sitting up a bit the merman opened his eyes again and pressed a kiss to the corner of his sailor's lips, humming in satisfaction at the way Hercules began to laugh to hide how flustered he'd become and settling against his side once more. "You're a good man, Hercules, so I'm not worried... Let's just talk, the night's still young and I'd like to hear you laugh some more." The merman muses, smiling up at his sailor with a little shine in his indigo eyes as he sees his sailor was smiling too, "I haven't heard something that nice in a very long time, nor have I met someone as nice as you either... So thank you, the reef is a little less lonely tonight because of you."